Pale man of profits and player of strings, Morven Knotley is many things. His band of brothers left behind, disloyalty struts in his stride. He joined a crew to watch them sink, arriving then on Corpsewake shore, into the fighting pit he braved, where his opponent to rest was laid. So he was brought into our crew, but as we … Continue reading Session 16: Shrouded Tropics
We speak of our ship impaired and work is soon arranged. Set forth into Corpsewake Cove, to sewage, sight of black dorsal fin, sharks' head twinned in murky wave as we pass hovels dark, to the left we find a barber's hovel. Narrow alley, to the welcome party brutes, who wait in shadow with teeth … Continue reading Session 15: Voodoo Cartography
And thus we left Arugula isle 'neath command of Cap'n Trench, The Commander of the Storm's Eye refurbished 'pon Oliver's bench, Her ask that we should sail with her and to Van Houten battle go, From burning remains of Koslev Estate, our legend sure to grow. It was not long we'd sailed that morn 'til … Continue reading Session 14: Cursed Coral Keys
The tales of our exploits had spread quicker than we could pace, as the Zacharys met us to take charge of our prisoner on this fresh dawn. Julia taken from us by Kimona's grace, our exchange not witnessed by Koslev's magistrate pawn. Negotiations then opened at the shipyard, though Oliver informed he'd need time to … Continue reading Session 13: Twilight Tropical Tales
The day begun our barrow disguised, as by magistrate warrant arrives. Mutilare's cowardice, our plot revealed, the deaths of note by spell repealed. A graveyard called, and constables fallen, we denounced the charges and names they'd been callin'. Corpses mostly laid to rest in graves, as smoke rose up from the Zachary nave. Big Gun … Continue reading Session 12: Demonic Shoreside Cavorting
We returned to Hollow Ground, and Dr. Mutilare we quickly found, we'd left him stored upon our ship, and Jim's fish fine'ly found itself a sip. Dreben Koslev approached us drunk, his companions with a seabound trunk. "Ahoy sailor" Cap'n cried, "My nerves Julia has sorely tried," he replied. To Flora's then Dreben had fled, … Continue reading Session 11: Shadowy Yachting
There being no easy way to say it, we were immediately set upon by eels as we sought our return and Cap'n, seemingly stricken, aged to a wizened crone before our eyes. The eels ripped Adam and the raving hobo from our dinghy, though Adam was quickly released due to a sound musketing from myself … Continue reading Session 10: Witchy Beaches
We beached our dinghy at the first piece of shore and Mariana set about investigating sounds from the shadows where she was besieged by psychedelic macaws. After dispatching 3 of the 6 birds the remaining flock exploded with fractal light leaving our party retching, dazed and confused. Adam offended by Bart's stench stumbled back to … Continue reading Session 9: Gloomy West Indies
Mariana utilized her lockpicking and thief skills to allow us into the NE passage. After successfully disarming the trap we were warned of she directed us not to step on a stone pressure plate. The first room was full of ancient, adorned urns filled with quicksilver, rare plant juices and other alchemical preparations. Upon opening … Continue reading Session 8: Shadowy Bahamas
We arrive on Scorpion's Delight at a fresh water stream surrounded by pleasant palm trees. We head north along the stream into the thick jungle which slopes ever upwards. Nearing the mountaintop we are met by blood curdling scream which, upon investigation, leads us to an overgrown temple. A beautiful stone portal greets us with … Continue reading Session 7: Dark Caribbean
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