Skull and Shackles

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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.

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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 …..at 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.

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Dominated

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.

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A place to call our home......

What a week.

We finally get to this place called Tidewater rock.

What a hole.

A godforsaken tower in the middle of nowhere, with a harridan and a few mercenaries guarding it. Whats even worse is they seem to be poor. Still, we cannot overlook the strategic location of this little rock in the middle of a shipping channel.

A day after sealing the deal, and by that I mean Max bedding the strumpet, we have our agreement with tidewater rock. A pleasant enough folk once you get to know them, and they will likely make a decent support staff, but what really attracts me is that they seem to have a support network of spies in the nearby ports of call. Information makes a pirates life much much more easier than just wandering around hoping for a “big” score. Plus from a religious point of view…..its as if we are made for one another.

Taking a nearby score, a trawler of no significance, we begin to head back to the rock to rehash some things with our new allies when we come across Whalebone Pilk an undead ship of some repute. I easily get the ship of the Damned under control, but the kobold bollixes things up when he starts trying to steal the bell from this undead wreck. The undead ship dissipates ….ah I hope we can find them again, I would enjoy having a ship of undead at my command ….it would let us go after much larger scores.

Some rest and recuperation on Tidewater is interrupted by the attack of pirates from a ship and its captain a sorcerer of some great skill. It was touch and go for a while as the other officers and I saw to the defense of the rock, sadly during its defense all of its former inhabitants were slain. As we tallied loot however, I was able to determine how she communicated with her spies….a series of rings that enabled communication. I can only surmise her agents have similar rings. It can be disconcerting listening to the reports at times, but the knowledge……well worth it.

Upon examination of the fallen sorcerer, it seems she had a treasure map tatoo’d on her back. To verify its location I created a magical treasure map from a concoction of her brain and tongue and drew a map which guided us to a secluded cove.

Upon arriving, we were attacked by the sorcerors ship. However, by being a persuasive fellow, along with a liberal amount of Norgorbers blessing of the facile tongue, the new captain of the ship decided to cast his lot with us in exchange for some of the treasure.

It will remain to be seen if he will remain reliable in this venture or if he will need dispatching.

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