Skull and Shackles


A single tear slid down Papa’s cheek as he watched the last of the sterncastle sink beneath the waves.

“Such a pretty ship…..such a waste…..all those nice cannons…. all those nice skeletons…. sigh”

Flying back to the ship cradling his new shiny toy, Papa landed with a flourish and started bellowing orders.

“Mr. Killian get some swabs in the longboats with hooks and salvage what you can from that pretty ship. If they don’t come back with something worth some coin they have to eat the Kobolds cooking for three days”

“You”, Papa hissed at a young sailor, “Bring me a chicken…..I must be readin the signs.”

The youth scurried off, a look of panic in his face as the skeletal dinosaur slowly walked across the deck….almost as if it expected the Captain to pet it, which shockingly enough he started to gently caress the head …still covered in small parts of decaying flesh that were quickly falling off.

“Ah….excellent …a nice black hen….. " Slicing the chicken up with deft precision, Papa scattered the blood and entrails on the once clean deck in plain view of the crew as a whole. “See here young swab…..Victory is ours…..the Loa’s wuz with us. Now….they are saying to go to the rocky place for even more loot and glory”

“Mistress Laurain, get those sails ready so we can apply canvas as soon as those boats are aboard……I will be in me cabin… Mr. Killian you have the con.”

So much to do….so many spirits to raise….so many items of power to make… so little time.

Captains Log v. II
A squibbing we will go

That infernal pounding never stops.

I swear, the hammering of the craftsmen at this little shipyard in the middle of nowhere never ceases. In fairness to Rickety, he runs a tight ship and works 24 hours a day.

His men certainly are hard workers, and hard drinkers to boot.

Upon our arrival at this little hole in the wall, half our crew took their leave. All of the Rahdoumoudi and the little scrimshaw kid. If we are going to get this collection of boards and nails moving again, we are going to have to do some serious recruiting.

I spent the first day selling out loots, the people in this town had a surprising amount of coin squirreled away… which was fortuitous as we were able to liquidate a lot of misc crap.

Which if we hadn’t been able to do…..cripes I never had no idea a simple ration of Grog was so frikken expensive. I cant wait until we can rely on animated crew members rather than these crew members that want to eat and drink…..I mean really how is someone supposed to turn a profit by pirating when their crew is constantly chugging down the profits ?

Uotiak came down with a suspicious illness. I think he is faking as he shirks work. I contemplated trying to follow him some as I think he is up to no good, but I have been too damn busy.

One bright point is Killian seemed to recruit this attractive new swordswoman who looks like she would be good in the sack if you can get by her flashing sword. Meh … least she is good at killing things.

There have been a couple of attacks while at Ricketys little town, a naga snuck in and attacked us as we were playing some weird game with pins. I am pretty sure the bitch was trying to steal my treasure chest, thankfully the kobold helped me keep it safe.

Then a swarm of giant wasps attacked the town in general. We made short work of them.

Each time we dealt with these creature Rickety has knocked some money off his squib… maybe if we fabricate another attack or two the squib will actually end up being free :P.

We met another pirate captain….one of the free captains similar to Barnabous. However, he seemed a much nicer fellow, and indeed claims to even dislike Harrigan. I think he was a little too quick in his disrespect of Captain Harrigan… I mean I know the guy is an ass, but I am an untested Captain and Harrigan has stood the test of time…. Perhaps he seeks to steal my ship. He bears watching for sure.

Captains Log
Damn Stirges

“it is with disgust that I am forced to retreat to the ship, it is true there is a part of me that has always felt that eventually I would seek out an undead existence as a lich or vampire in time to stave off death but I never thought I would need to do so at the pointy little beaks of a handful of stirges.

I bring with me some of the dust of our fallen officer, Flotsam, who gave his life in service to his god. Truly he was blessed, for he rose as a ghoul to wreak further vengeance on our enemies. In time though …too many of those damn little grindylow bastards punched his ticket as well.

The crew has been working diligently under the guidance of the Cook, backed up by threats from our doughty companion Rosy. I am going to suggest that Killian make her his second in case he falls in combat. She may be short in stature but she is possessed of a fierce nature.

Although I may look like a person about to cross over the great divide into Vampirehood, I feel much better after sleeping in this frilly foppery looking hammock. It as if it almost massages me to a gentle night sleep. Hmmm perhaps Plugg wasn’t as clueless as I thought.

We need more bodies to make this ship work ….not just sailors but some skilled craftsmen, Sandra and I cant be expected to mend every little thing.

Work continues and I await my officers return with anticipation and some trepidation if they do not return.

Campaign Creation

Initial Campaign has been created.


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