“By the Charter, by the Deep, by her word!”

As the seas rose and the world fractured, one fleet of the old world made a grim decision: gather the dregs of humanity - raiders, murderers, thieves and worse - and lock them in the holds of prison ships. Their purpose was exile, a last effort to protect what remained of civilisation. Among the condemned was a woman named Elaria Vex, once a healer, now condemned as a blood witch. She promised the fleet’s captain a way to halt the tide - and when desperation overtook reason, one evening he had her brought from the hold to his cabin.

That night, she tricked the captain, slit his throat, and covered the walls and floor with ritual symbols drawn in his blood. With his keys, she crept into the brig and freed the condemned. She offered them a pact: blood for freedom, loyalty for power. They accepted. In the dead of night, the naval crew were slaughtered and hung from the rigging, their blood staining the sails crimson - a mark that would never wash away.

From that moment, the Crimson Tide Brotherhood was born - forged in the holds of shattered empire ships, bound by blood, and united beneath sails soaked in death. They became ruthless sea-scavengers and creed-bound raiders, answering only to the Blood Charter - a brutal code binding them to Elaria Vex, now known as the Red Queen. They believe through her doctrine the sea hungers for sacrifice, and only through conquest and slaughter can their cursed souls be redeemed and kept from the deep.

But the Brotherhood sails with a purpose: the Red Queen has told them that relics of the drowned world hold the key to resetting it - and that in this reborn age, she will unbind their souls and shatter the Blood Charter. Every raid, every ritual, and every relic recovered brings them closer to redemption... or so they believe.

In truth, each recovered fragment brings the Red Queen closer to an ancient artifact known as the Abyssal Throne - a drowned relic of godlike power, buried in the deepest trench. It is not salvation she seeks, but complete dominion.

To cross the Brotherhood is to vanish beneath the waves, your bones feeding the tide that carries their black-keeled ships ever forward.