Rested, yet weary, upon the waves we set, "The Freya" in our wake. Our return met by flotsam of lives lost, a lone docked vessel five by five. Like the Sword of Damocles, Corpsewake's remains hung heavily on high. Forth to the Racketeer, as Frankenshark roiled and rose amongst the buoyant dead. Ahoy! Not lifeless … Continue reading Session 22: Salt-Souled Shoals
Awakened to a restless town, as Duke's ship once again made ground. Smoke rising in the distance, to the dock our attentions turned. Attendants rushed the Duke by us, seemed a fire in his belly churned. Harbourmaster under siege by the shuffling undead hordes. Whistle blown upon the wind and to me the undead swarmed. Pathway cleared by Bart's grenade, entrails … Continue reading Session 21: Obsidian Archipelago
At Soggy Boot a toast was given, to the Spaniard's soul released. Deathly traps laid bare we then returned, to tunnels, vaults, and Lady dispatched. Enveloped by the sewer's stench, o'er bridge where Cap'n leapt. Near drowned in refuse 'fore my reach, when sludge came forth across the breach. Adam burnt but soon recovered, machete … Continue reading Session 20: Ashen Atoll
Our mourning done and crew gear set, again we made haste to church entrance. Bart's reflex quick as waif made for his purse, then fleet of foot beneath the boards. Our trek in vain as hatch caved over, a whisper of memory come too thin to grasp. Again ascending as the Ratboy rambled, and to … Continue reading Session 19: Saltwalker Shoals
In chamber D a tattoo kit found, and hatch lifted to go further to ground. Bound there in rags and circle arcane, laying before us a corpse profane. A soul set free in chamber E, rags set alight then quenched in pee. In chamber F an armory store, chainmail worn and taxidermized "Whisker" found. Into chamber … Continue reading Session 18: Shrouded Tropics
Captain Rive and The Racketeer sailed at dawn, to Blackstrap's we did set out. My purse lifted by sure footed waif, forth to shop we gave no chase. To the cutlass of Captain Blake we were charged, a thousand silver was agreed, laid in a founder's crypt on high, crude map sketched to mark the … Continue reading Session 17: Voodoo Cartography
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
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