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<blockquote data-quote="Redbadge" data-source="post: 5975909" data-attributes="member: 61463"><p><strong>Part I: The Wormwood</strong></p><p></p><p>[sblock=The night before...]Last night, you went to a tavern called the Formidably Maid in search of your fate. Your not sure how many drinks you had, but they quickly went to your head, and you passed out on the table before you found your destiny - unless it lay in the bottom of a bottle. Then again, maybe you have found your destiny afterall...[/sblock]</p><p><em>Wealday, 18 Desnus, 4712 AR (06:57:18)</em></p><p><em></em><em>Unknown Ship</em>, <em>Unknown Waters, Off the Coast of Garund, Inner Sea Region, Golarion</em></p><p></p><p>For some reason, the floor is moving. That sensation almost seems normal, however, once you open your eyes and can see that the low, dark ceiling is spinning.</p><p></p><p>As you slowly awake, you try to think past the nausea and deduce where exactly you are, and how exactly you came to be here.</p><p></p><p>The night begins to come back to you... the ringing laughter of a wild night, the heady joy of excess, the scents of richly stewed meat, spiced rum, and perfume lingering in your nostrils.</p><p></p><p>This morning, however, is a different story. Varied unpleasant sensations overwhelm your senses... a pounding headache, the sickly taste of cheap wine in your mouth, the hard floor, a rhythmic creaking noise, and the feeling of the room swaying, as if you are still drunk. You roll over on your hands and knees and begin vomiting uncontrollably. A small lump you hadn't noticed before grunts and rolls out of the way of your retching. The taste on your tongue is not a pleasant one...</p><p></p><p>[sblock=DC 10 Perception]You discern the aftertaste of oily nutmeg on your tongue. The spiced rum must have covered up this taste last night.[/sblock][sblock=DC 15 Craft (Alchemy) or DC 10 Knowledge (Nature)]...[/sblock]</p><p>Once you've finished, you can look up and clearly see that you are not the only one in this strange predicament. You are accompanied by a bald, shirtless dwarf with a wiry black beard, a bruised cheek, and a black eye; an attractive young woman with short-cropped hair, but whose clothes have been torn to rags; and a grey-skinned hulk of a man sitting quietly in the corner, but who otherwise appears none the worse for wear.</p><p></p><p>[sblock=Elias]<img src="http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/590999-bigthumbnail.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" />[/sblock][sblock=Marina]<img src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ6nvum8fB_szRXrl2eKLWeWD9qaMD-DfdGoC70SAuSuCq-h4vnzraQeODA8g" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" />[/sblock][sblock=Queepod]<img src="http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/183806/goliath.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" />[/sblock]</p><p>The room you share is lit only by a single dim lantern hanging from the ceiling, swaying with the room. A number of wooden pillars support this spacious hold, with hammocks tied between them and the walls. Though the room is empty of cargo, numerous footlockers line the rounded walls. There are no windows or portholes in this part of whatever ship you've been dragged to.</p><p></p><p>Noticing the condition the others are in, you suddenly realize that you have none of your possessions, and a small panic sets in. Though you have your sturdy boots, leather breeches, and shirt, you are missing your gloves, cloak, and other clothing accessories, along with your weapons and gear. As you begin to move about, however, you discover a small object still concealed inside your clothes. Whoever kidnapped you must have missed it!</p><p></p><p>Before you've had a chance to think much more or say anything to the other prisoners, you hear several pairs of heavy footsteps come down the stairs at the far end of the dim room. A group of men enter the hold, and the harsh light of a bullseye lantern painfully spears your eyes.</p><p></p><p>Once your eyes adjust, you see a menacing figure of a man with a black beard, long overcoat, and well-worn whip, who is accompanied by six shirtless, rough-looking pirates armed with saps. The man seems somewhat familiar...</p><p></p><p>[sblock=DC 10 Intelligence]...[/sblock][sblock=Master Scourge]<img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ea9mxqIZGs/T1kr3rFBHDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Kc0g_EPTzlw/s1600/Adventure+-+Master+Scourge.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" />[/sblock]</p><p>An expression that might be mistaken for pain, but which is clearly an attempt at a smile, bruises the mans face as he lets fly with the whip and screams at the lot of you.</p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Red"><strong><span style="font-size: 15px"><em>*Crack*</em></span></strong></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Red"><strong><span style="font-size: 15px"><em><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Sienna"><span style="color: Olive"><span style="color: DarkRed"><span style="color: Orange">"Still abed with the sun over the yardarm? On yer feet, ye filthy swabs! Get up on deck and report for duty before Cap'n Harrigan flays your flesh into sausage skins and has Fishguts fry ye up for breakfast!"</span></span></span></span></span></em></span></strong></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Red"><strong><span style="font-size: 15px"><em></em></span></strong></span></span><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Red"><strong><span style="font-size: 15px"><em>*Crack*</em></span></strong></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Red"><strong><span style="font-size: 15px"><em></em></span></strong></span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Redbadge, post: 5975909, member: 61463"] [b]Part I: The Wormwood[/b] [sblock=The night before...]Last night, you went to a tavern called the Formidably Maid in search of your fate. Your not sure how many drinks you had, but they quickly went to your head, and you passed out on the table before you found your destiny - unless it lay in the bottom of a bottle. Then again, maybe you have found your destiny afterall...[/sblock] [I]Wealday, 18 Desnus, 4712 AR (06:57:18) [/I][I]Unknown Ship[/I], [I]Unknown Waters, Off the Coast of Garund, Inner Sea Region, Golarion[/I] For some reason, the floor is moving. That sensation almost seems normal, however, once you open your eyes and can see that the low, dark ceiling is spinning. As you slowly awake, you try to think past the nausea and deduce where exactly you are, and how exactly you came to be here. The night begins to come back to you... the ringing laughter of a wild night, the heady joy of excess, the scents of richly stewed meat, spiced rum, and perfume lingering in your nostrils. This morning, however, is a different story. Varied unpleasant sensations overwhelm your senses... a pounding headache, the sickly taste of cheap wine in your mouth, the hard floor, a rhythmic creaking noise, and the feeling of the room swaying, as if you are still drunk. You roll over on your hands and knees and begin vomiting uncontrollably. A small lump you hadn't noticed before grunts and rolls out of the way of your retching. The taste on your tongue is not a pleasant one... [sblock=DC 10 Perception]You discern the aftertaste of oily nutmeg on your tongue. The spiced rum must have covered up this taste last night.[/sblock][sblock=DC 15 Craft (Alchemy) or DC 10 Knowledge (Nature)]...[/sblock] Once you've finished, you can look up and clearly see that you are not the only one in this strange predicament. You are accompanied by a bald, shirtless dwarf with a wiry black beard, a bruised cheek, and a black eye; an attractive young woman with short-cropped hair, but whose clothes have been torn to rags; and a grey-skinned hulk of a man sitting quietly in the corner, but who otherwise appears none the worse for wear. [sblock=Elias][IMG]http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/590999-bigthumbnail.jpg[/IMG][/sblock][sblock=Marina][IMG]http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ6nvum8fB_szRXrl2eKLWeWD9qaMD-DfdGoC70SAuSuCq-h4vnzraQeODA8g[/IMG][/sblock][sblock=Queepod][IMG]http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/183806/goliath.jpg[/IMG][/sblock] The room you share is lit only by a single dim lantern hanging from the ceiling, swaying with the room. A number of wooden pillars support this spacious hold, with hammocks tied between them and the walls. Though the room is empty of cargo, numerous footlockers line the rounded walls. There are no windows or portholes in this part of whatever ship you've been dragged to. Noticing the condition the others are in, you suddenly realize that you have none of your possessions, and a small panic sets in. Though you have your sturdy boots, leather breeches, and shirt, you are missing your gloves, cloak, and other clothing accessories, along with your weapons and gear. As you begin to move about, however, you discover a small object still concealed inside your clothes. Whoever kidnapped you must have missed it! Before you've had a chance to think much more or say anything to the other prisoners, you hear several pairs of heavy footsteps come down the stairs at the far end of the dim room. A group of men enter the hold, and the harsh light of a bullseye lantern painfully spears your eyes. Once your eyes adjust, you see a menacing figure of a man with a black beard, long overcoat, and well-worn whip, who is accompanied by six shirtless, rough-looking pirates armed with saps. The man seems somewhat familiar... [sblock=DC 10 Intelligence]...[/sblock][sblock=Master Scourge][IMG]http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ea9mxqIZGs/T1kr3rFBHDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Kc0g_EPTzlw/s1600/Adventure+-+Master+Scourge.jpg[/IMG][/sblock] An expression that might be mistaken for pain, but which is clearly an attempt at a smile, bruises the mans face as he lets fly with the whip and screams at the lot of you. [FONT=Book Antiqua][COLOR=Red][B][SIZE=4][I]*Crack* [SIZE=5][COLOR=Sienna][COLOR=Olive][COLOR=DarkRed][COLOR=Orange]"Still abed with the sun over the yardarm? On yer feet, ye filthy swabs! Get up on deck and report for duty before Cap'n Harrigan flays your flesh into sausage skins and has Fishguts fry ye up for breakfast!"[/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/SIZE] [/I][/SIZE][/B][/COLOR][/FONT][FONT=Book Antiqua][COLOR=Red][B][SIZE=4][I]*Crack* [/I][/SIZE][/B][/COLOR][/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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