Eastward we swam to ocean blue, daylight beckoning, in chamber next a stone tablet stood in cavern wide. A writhing worm and mad inscriptions which drew me in, through fog to mother's cavern beckoning. Ye gods! A million tiny voices called to me, waters dragging 'pon my heels as I sought the pool's embrace. Into … Continue reading Session 25: Dreaded Drowned Depths
Through the murky cenote Bart and I swam forth, to a fork wherein we passed right, A cavern lit by pink-purple light, we witnessed a witch's bloody sacrifice. Voices whispered upon the wind drew Bart forth toward worm ridden pool, I awoke Bart from his stupor, detected then we fled beneath the waters. The passage left revealed another fork but … Continue reading Session 24: Rotting Rum Reavers
Le Drapeau Tricolore waved tattered as we rowed to island's shore, From oceans depth a skull smiled back, Bart retrieved it as his own. Above the jetty stood a statue, its tell-tale head removed. Further defiled as Bart climbed and placed the skull upon. Pierre Vérany, the statues honour, his plaque and visage disgraced. To … Continue reading Session 23: Haunted Hellbound Hulls
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
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