Deep Water and Shoals - A Swashbuckling Campaign
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Bob Aberton
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Malthas,
You hand the wheel over to John Stout, and walk forward with Tuaana drawn. There is some chattering among the sailors - to them, 10 gold pieces is a good part of their monthly wage.
Finally, a mountain of a sailor steps forward.
"I guess I'll challenge yeh," he says, and extends a hand so large it could get stuck in a rum puncheon. "My name's Lem Harvey."
Jonah,
(OOC Jonah: I have sent you the email with the map in it to the address you posted.)
Lupe looks at you anxiously, fidgeting uncounsciously with his belt knife.
"Well? Can you tell what it say?"
Nicodemus,
You are down below in your fireproofed cabin, when an Iberrean sailor, Jean Orleau, comes down and knocks on your cabin door.
"Mr. Arfaliunium? I t'ink you should come on deck; Lem Harvey and zeh steersman, Mr. Swifthand - they are at fightin'!"
You hand the wheel over to John Stout, and walk forward with Tuaana drawn. There is some chattering among the sailors - to them, 10 gold pieces is a good part of their monthly wage.
Finally, a mountain of a sailor steps forward.
"I guess I'll challenge yeh," he says, and extends a hand so large it could get stuck in a rum puncheon. "My name's Lem Harvey."
Jonah,
(OOC Jonah: I have sent you the email with the map in it to the address you posted.)
Lupe looks at you anxiously, fidgeting uncounsciously with his belt knife.
"Well? Can you tell what it say?"
Nicodemus,
You are down below in your fireproofed cabin, when an Iberrean sailor, Jean Orleau, comes down and knocks on your cabin door.
"Mr. Arfaliunium? I t'ink you should come on deck; Lem Harvey and zeh steersman, Mr. Swifthand - they are at fightin'!"
dead_radish
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Malthas grins at the man, and shakes his hand. "This will be a fight to the first strike. I wish you good luck, m'friend." He then spends a few minutes speaking to the men a bit out dueling history and the like (allowing others to gather on deck).
Xael
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Jonah nods slowly, trying to figure the map out and says: "I can read this, the lower text indicates this island as "Isle of the thrice-born", the middle text says that an old witch lives there. And the upper text says something about _something_ being there underneath _something_. The coordinates of _something_ are also marked in the map."
Jonah shakes his head and continues: "There is just one odd thing. This is written on my people's language, and we don't really sail much... at all I'd say, because I had never even heard of ships before I left my people."
Then he looks up to the sailor. "Where did you get this?"
Jonah shakes his head and continues: "There is just one odd thing. This is written on my people's language, and we don't really sail much... at all I'd say, because I had never even heard of ships before I left my people."
Then he looks up to the sailor. "Where did you get this?"
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Bob Aberton
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Jonah,
Lupe looks at you suspiciously.
"It is not something I like to tell....but I will tell you this in brief.
Many, many years ago, my great-grandfather, he is able-seaman on an Espirantish ship, the...well, her name is not important. But one day, they are sailing in pirate waters, off Port Andora, and they see something in the water.
It is a man. He is tied to a spar, and he floats like a dead man, but he is alive - barely.
They bring him on board, and he say he was a first mate. Their captain, he tries to doctor him, but the castaway dies later, in the evening dogwatch. They in the fo'c'sle, they divide his property among us. My great-grandfather, he get the knife that say BLACK MAST on it, and also he find, in the pocket of the dead man's coat, the paper.
But the coat, it now belong to his shipmate - and fine, fine broadcloth it is. So my great-grandfather's shipmate, he doesn't want to give up the coat - or, out of spite, the little piece of paper. Now he tries to take the paper, and he and his shipmate have words, and then they fight. Now my great-grandfather, he had a temper that the touch of a feather could set off, and when his shipmate belts him across the mouth, he take out the knife - the one that say BLACK MAST, and he kills his shipmate. Well, he tip the body over the side, and say that his shipmate was drunk and fell overboard. He isn't believed, but there was no witnesses, so he can't be punished.
My great-grandfather felt very, very guilty over this, so he lives just long enough to send it to his sweetheart - who carried his child - , and then he jump overboard in mid-ocean.
So, the paper and the knife get passed down, father to son, until it reach me. But I cannot read it, and so I come to you."
Malthas,
Lem Harvey nods, then looks around.
"Anyone care t' lend me a blade? I've on'y got me knife wi' me."
Lupe looks at you suspiciously.
"It is not something I like to tell....but I will tell you this in brief.
Many, many years ago, my great-grandfather, he is able-seaman on an Espirantish ship, the...well, her name is not important. But one day, they are sailing in pirate waters, off Port Andora, and they see something in the water.
It is a man. He is tied to a spar, and he floats like a dead man, but he is alive - barely.
They bring him on board, and he say he was a first mate. Their captain, he tries to doctor him, but the castaway dies later, in the evening dogwatch. They in the fo'c'sle, they divide his property among us. My great-grandfather, he get the knife that say BLACK MAST on it, and also he find, in the pocket of the dead man's coat, the paper.
But the coat, it now belong to his shipmate - and fine, fine broadcloth it is. So my great-grandfather's shipmate, he doesn't want to give up the coat - or, out of spite, the little piece of paper. Now he tries to take the paper, and he and his shipmate have words, and then they fight. Now my great-grandfather, he had a temper that the touch of a feather could set off, and when his shipmate belts him across the mouth, he take out the knife - the one that say BLACK MAST, and he kills his shipmate. Well, he tip the body over the side, and say that his shipmate was drunk and fell overboard. He isn't believed, but there was no witnesses, so he can't be punished.
My great-grandfather felt very, very guilty over this, so he lives just long enough to send it to his sweetheart - who carried his child - , and then he jump overboard in mid-ocean.
So, the paper and the knife get passed down, father to son, until it reach me. But I cannot read it, and so I come to you."
Malthas,
Lem Harvey nods, then looks around.
"Anyone care t' lend me a blade? I've on'y got me knife wi' me."
Tonguez
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kenjib said:
"Ah no be dhere mesel'" the Half=Orc replies "bot Ah know Ah ken fin'it ef Ah nedto. Dhe maps en dhe stars..."
he breaks off then as Malthas makes his announcement and he turns to watch the halfing at play
"dhat crazy halflins' gonna git in troble wone day" he sighs...
dead_radish
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Malthas locates a weapon for the big fellow, and hands it to him. "Are you ready, m'friend?" He shows the sailor the traditional dueling salute, then says "Don't ever do this when it matters," and winks. He then takes a guard position, and prepares to strike (Malthas will attempt to act first, and strike using Quicker than the Eye, to impress on the first go. If the opponent strikes, he'll attempt a parry).
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