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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Renshai" data-source="post: 3095947" data-attributes="member: 1061">Lucky Dan Draven, Fighter/RogueDiscuss your family. Are they still alive? What are their names and what do they do?“That is a good question.  I don’t know. The last time I saw me mum. She was banging her bum on the end of the gang plank. She went on ta make an incredibly healthy splash I must say.  Is she aliiive?  I suppose et’s possible.  I heard she always was good with her tongue and perhaps those wiggling grey fins were just there to bask in her great oratory.My father?  Now that is a difficult kwesh… quest…question.  You see she narrowed it down to a few likely candy…candu.. candid.dates. Well.  It was either Blowhole Billy, called that because of a wonderful oozing hole left in his head for months, after taking a spear in the top of ‘is noggin;  or it could of been Captain ‘The Pike’ Pembrey.  Nasty fella likes to decorate his deck with the dripping skulls of the recently departed.  Or, it could of been Bartleby Cornwall.  A rather non interesting fellow if you ask me.  I don’t know how he ever even got the nerve to even ‘visit’ me mum.  You see she never could narrow it down more than those three, basing of course on the time of my oneder.. wanderoos… wonderous arrival.  Now if you will excuse me I have some unfinished bisy… bizee. BIZnus with that scantily clad scrumptious morsel over there...hic”Where are you from and why did you leave?“Where am I from?  That is as silly a question as I have ever heard.  The SEA, man!  The life of a pirate, er sailor is entirely and directly correlated to the length of his occasion at sea.  I suppose you mean earlier on though.  Well I suppose in my youth you could say I was raised in Port Dagger.  Yes. That’s in the Barrier Isles.  Have you even ever ‘been’ to sea?  Well.  It’s a dandy town if I ever saw one.  The town is built on a sharp ‘dagger-like’ peninsula… That’s a portion of land nearly surrounded by water and connected with a larger body by an isthmus.  That’s… never mind lad.  There is a keep at the head of the peninsula and a decent wall surrounding the town.  These fantastic docks drape down from the walls to the water below.  Its looks something like a spider. Thus, the name Spiderkeep. Very tight ship, that town.  Anyway.  Yes I grew up there with me mum, Gods rest her heart.  Soul? Dear boy, you never met me mum.  As I was saying.  Until the age of about five I ran the streets of Port Dagger.  No not ran literally you simp.  I meant I ran around upon the streets.  Quit interrupting me or I will perforate you where you had not intention of having a piercing.  Perforate!  Put a bloody hole in you, you vomitous weasel.  Now shut up and buy me another beer while the story is good and you are still alive. What?  Why did I leave?  Well.  Every man comes to a juncture.. sigh.. A POINT IN TIME, one made critical by a concurrence of circumstances. Man, have you ever ‘read’ a book?  Well. Don’t bother.  Everyone reaches a point where they have to make critical decisions.  Yes.  You might yet some day have to think beyond that proboscis you have there.  Anyway.  You see me and a group of acquaintances… sigh… mates, found a map, a very old map.  That map bore the mark of none other that Bloody Jack, himself.  I see you have heard of someone other than the twenty people you know now.  Yes, that’s very nice.  Well. So some three years ago we set off to follow this wondrous depiction to where it may lead. After three months of searching we found an island, not on any mariner’s charts.  Surrounded by jagged, teeth-like rocks. So jagged they would tear the ship asunder… Don’t slow me down boy. I am in a rhythm.   Would tear the ship asunder if we even brushed up against them.  We sailed around for days looking for a place to anchor but, on the third day we found that at low tide a shallow opening appeared in the rocks.  We had to set anchor a good ways off shore and take the long boats into gaping maw of rock, the wind and waves daring at any moment to thrash us unto our deaths. We made it alright, though we may have been better off as fish food.  Inside the cave we found a cove in a spacious cavern and the remains of dockings and ladders.  It seems we had either come to the right place or we had found something just as interesting as we had wanted to, to begin with.  However, we soon found that we were indeed on the right track.  The map mentioned a symbol of flesh and bone.  The map showed a very crude representation of what we actually saw BUT, the key point is that it WAS the symbol.  Some poor buggers had been flayed and spread out on a ships wheel, one inverted.  Yes that means upside, down.  About them, were tied iron shod staves and some very large animals teeth.  Overall it was quite stunning if you can appreciate the time it took to put together. Well.  For two days we tried to follow that map.  We got lost more times that I would want to admit, were I not il-sober.  And oh, yeees we lost a few men.  The inhabitants of that island were, how would we put it, none too happy to have visitors.  But being the humongous beasts that they were, we were not in a position to refute their claim to territory.  I mean we didn’t even have a flag. (an Eddie Izzard joke)Finally after loosing half our number to the cretinous lizards that sought us as breakfast, lunch and dinner, we reached what the map described as the resting place of the treasure of Bloody Jack. No you dolt. Not all of it.  Just the part he had surmised to leave at this one location.  And wisely I might add, considering the tenaciousness of the local carnivores.  Eight of us entered that old temple. Eight brave souls I called mates.  Only two of us came out alive.  Another beer here boy.  Yes, two of us. The wicked traps and creatures worse than what we had faced outside whittled down our numbers like shaving a bar of soap.  Don’t tell me you don’t…  No. No. I believe you.  My olfactory senses confirm as much.Well.  We had stuck into the heart of the temple and after much death and near death experiences we found the horde.  I must say it was more beautiful than I had imagined.  Gold coin. Gems. A plethora of golden objects and pieces of art.  And my dear mistress here. A beauty isn’t she.  Elven make you know.  No. Well take my word for it.  As keen and sharp as a razor.  I had to convince some of my unruly mates that she was mine and mine alone.  A little knuckle knocking between mates is a trivial thing.  No don’t touch it you daft, unless you want to be picking up those grubbies from the floor.Yes I also got some gold.  We each had brought a pack for just that purpose.  The five of us left that what found the treasure filled our bags full, and let me tell you there was much more to come back for. And we intended to once we were back at the ship.  Intended is the key word here.  On the way back out, poor Otis just had to play with that damn door.  I told him anything with bas like that… ‘carvings’…anything with bas like that should not be handled by anyone with out some sort of certificate or honorary stating such ability or merit for controlling or mastering such implicated creatures.  Well.  Otis looked at me with that same look you are giving me now and the brute opened the door anyway.  What happened?  Dear man.  I can’t even begin to describe.  What ever it was, it tore Otis apart as if taking a sickle to a sack of wheat.  And as far as big men go, Otis was huge.  The Sea keep him safe.  It did not take any more convincing before the other four of us ran and ran fast.  I heard Tomas get taken by the beast.  Like they say, you don’t have to be faster that that Tarrasque… chuckle…ahem… The Sea keep him safe.  Broken Butt Berry had it worse I think.  He forgot his footing and was caught up in one of the nasty snares that had gotten another of me mates on the way in.  I could hear his screams and the growls of the beast still as Kort and I burst out of the temple.  Much to our dismay, once we made it back to the hidden cove, in dash time I might add, we discovered that somewhere along the way, perhaps even while still in the temple our packs had been torn open.  All that remained was a handful of gold, my sword and the dagger that Kort found.  Frankly I came out on the top end of that deal.We rowed back to the ship and the two of us managed to sail it back to civilization.  Why didn’t we go back for more?  Man. I wouldn’t go back to that island if Princess Kiera danced the Shurgat for me, naked even, on Harvesttide. And hear I sit today.  What? How did I get here from The Barrier Isles?  Well. You see it takes a lot of coin to secure a ship and fund such an expedition.  A certain money-lender whose name I will not mention would be looking for his share of the treasure or the return of his ship and a ludicrous return on his investment.  We did what any two men in the same situation would do.  We kept the ship, changed its name, found a port and took on a crew of privateers looking for an erstwhile enterprise. Yes. I was a ships captain for a time and a damn good one.  Well at least until a larger ship of more experience privateers came upon us.  I did what any good captain would do. I secured my belongings and took my dingy off the back.  The men were better off with a ship of their own anyway.  I am sure Kort was looking to take over anyway.Well.  After that, the mainland seemed to be as good as any a place to be.  The river ships are not as large or powerful mind you as a seafaring vessel but a man must make a living.Explain your background skills and how you used them and where you learned them.    “Haven’t you been listening man?  I am a pir… er, a sailor.”Where did you train to get your chosen class, skills, and feats?“Well. As you might guess growing up on the streets of Port Dagger tends to make for what you might say, inventive entrepreneurs.  And well the life at sea is full of peril.  A man has to learn fast and be quick to stay alive.  The sea is full of pirates and other dangers.  My speech?  Well the first captain I had, Three-armed Trent.  It’s because of his, well his; well I only heard the stories anyway.  He was quite the educated brigand.  A former knight in some mainland city I hear.  It seems he had some falling out on the mainland and discovered the sea.  He never could leave her after that.  Anyway.  He taught me how to read and write.  He as well taught me quite a bit about fighting and sailing.  More of a father than I had ever had.  Sea keep him safe.  I hear his ship was taken down by a bounty ship several years back.  Dangerous life, the sea.”Do you have any enemies?“Me? I can’t think of a single soul that would want to harm a hair on my head.  The model of civility and goodness I am.”What are your goals?“Goals?  What does any man want?  A beautiful woman in his bed, or in my case, several.  If you get my drift.  A chest full of gold.  Which I have had if you don’t recall.  A ship at his feet and the wind in his sails.  My gods. Why would a man ask for more?”</blockquote>

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