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Message: <blockquote data-quote="TheAuldGrump" data-source="post: 1870360" data-attributes="member: 6957">._ADM2001.pdf is the title.As for Innsmouth and Dunwich... If I recall aproper Innsmouth was Portsmouth, New Hampshire, kind of Yuppie these days, but scuzzy in Lovecraft's. Devil's Reef is based on Henderson's Reef, which the Navy destroyed in the 1920s as both a means to get rid of a hazard to navigation and as artillery practice.(It partially blocked the Piscataqua River.) smuttynose is visible from there.  I lived in Portsmouth for quite some time in my youth. The city was reformed largely by the works of the Prescott sisters, there is a park named after them on the waterfront - replacing a very active redlight district. During the 17th and 18th centuries it was already picking up a bad reputation.So Innsmouth (under one name or another) is in. And don't think I didn't notice the reference in 'The Bottoms' of Saba Island either. <img src="http://www.enworld.org/forum/images/smilies/laugh.png"  class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":lol:" title="Laughing    :lol:" data-shortname=":lol:" />  I am also thinking about Kingsport, with its ties between the Terrible Old Man and the South Seas. (Hmmm, a Bokor perhaps?) So I may have both Blackwater and Bluewater pirate themes in a single troupe style game, with Saba as the common point. Dunwich is too inland, but Innsmouth and Kingsport have possibilities. Or even use both D20 CoC for the 1920s with flasbacks to S&B. (Reincarnation can be a very disturbing plot device...)I am also thinking that I may make magic weaker the further away from the South Seas you come, or at least having the rules change. The Auld Grump*EDIT An a song I plan to use for the game... Old Fid by Bill Lowndes.I'll sing you a song of the rolling skyOf lands far beyond the mainOf the ebb tide bell and the salt pork mealThat I'll never know me againI mind the times as we were becalmedWith never a breath for the sheetsThe red sun was so hot that the water would rotAnd the decking would blister your feetcho:      So don't ask me where I've damned well been        And don't ask me what I did        For every thumb was a marlinespike        and every finger a fidAnd then there's the times that we rounded the HornWith cargoes of silk for CadizThe swell roll was so high It were lashing the skyLord the whole bloody world's in a fizzWhether spices from Java or copra from YapOr a bosun too free with the catIt was haul up the anchor and roll out that spankerAnd dammit move faster than thatI've loved the proud women from Spain's dusty plainsI've seen where the Arab girls sleepAnd the black girls as well though they're fiercer than HellHave all kissed me when silver was cheapLord, how the man's changed from that young cabin boyto the old man who sits on this benchfor I'm too old to fight or to stay out all nightIn the comp'ny of some pretty wenchJust an old clipper man who's long past his best yearsAnd I know that I'll never be freeFrom the smell of the tar that once braided my hairOr the salty old tang of the sea</blockquote>

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