You are on board a searat ship named the Knuckleduster, Snowhide's flagship, along with many other vermin. They are lounging about on deck, gambling, fighting, sleeping. You gaze out at the looming speck on the horizon. This is the place of every corsair's dream. The Isle of Terramort!
The ship creaks as each new wave lap against it. Finally, your dreams are fulfilled. You are now about 3 shiplengths from the rocky shore. All the other vermin crowd about the deckrails, gazing at the large stone fort resting on top of the highest point on Terramort Isle. The surrounding plains are recarpeted in lush green subtropical plants and trees. The ship beaches on the sandy shore. A few others stay behing to secure the ship, and the rest, including you, troop out towards the fort. The trek up the hill is short, and soon, the group arrive at the feet of a pair of massive oaken iron studded doors. A soldier from the ship raps 5 times on the doors. They slowly creak open, revealing a dimly lit corridor strewn with barbaric splendour.
The small group trundles down the corridor, passing many rooms. Finally, the corridor ends in a large hall. the soldiers leave the room, leaving the new recruits alone in the dark hall. Suddenly a dark shadow circles the group, silently, swiftly. It stops, a few feet from the surprised recruits. The dark shadow lingers in the dim, finally speaking. "Greetings, mateys, welcome to Fort Bladegirt!" The figure walks over to another spot, still in the dark. One of the recruits gathers up his wits and asks, "W-who are ye?" The dark shape stops behind a shaft of light. "Glad ye asked, matey. I am Lord Snowhide, ruler of all of Terramort, scourge of the seas, terror of the waves!!" With that the dark figure steps into the light. The recruits hold back their gasps. A tall albino rat, fully a head taller than the tallest beast among them, stood before the recruits. His eyes radiate menace, with a stunning ice blue. But for now, they only show friendliness. His snowy white fur is thick, with some traces of battle scars. A large pink scar runs it's course along his snout, racing fully across his face, ending near the jawline. A large battleaxe rests in his claws. There is little wonder why nobeast dares challenge the ruler of Terramort Isle. Death would be inevitable. Snowhide looks across at his new recruits. He then gives a satisfactory smile. "You lot look spry and evil enough for my horde. Relax now, and explore the Fort!" Without another word, he disappears into the shadows again. Muttering and mumbling, the recruits head off to various places in Fort Bladegirt.