NPC - Maw

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Black Maw of the Red Wake


Black Maw is captain of the Night Howl and one of the most feared and respected captains in the Red Wake Fleet. He is a pirate through and through, loyal to himself, his crew, and his fleet in that order.

Like all praedaren captains, Maw is constantly on the look out for the best way to enrich himself and his crew - plundering treasure; capturing worthy ships; and raiding coastal cities that are large enough to provide a bounty, but not so large as to put up a real fight. Maw is more interested in winning than in the challenge.

Maw never learned to wield a sword and he doesn't care to.  His favorite weapon is the massive club he carved himself, with surprisingly artistic and intricately detailed images from his life, including his massive maw with rows of sharp teeth, the death of his father, and sinking of the Battlestar, a massive Quelyan galleon captained by a rogue praedaren crew who tried to make a living sailing against the Fleets, hunting pirates rather than living by the code.

In the end, Maw hopes to retire rich, with a beautiful praedaren wife; fat, drunk, and happy on a sea-side plantation somewhere near the ass-end of Tortuga.

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