pirates

The Free City of Istanfol Between Vel Anir and Cortos Istanport So far as free cities went, Istanfol was one of the most robust and well-maintained. Not that Kilien would really know the difference, but that did not stop the surprise upon seeing a mixture of cultures and nationalities all in...

Akiva Sea, near the Allir Reach Izzetta was sick and tired of Captain Filmor. He was incompetent, fat, and ugly to top it. Since the crew of the Crimson Lady had been pruned after the Kivren attack a couple weeks back, the unrest was more obvious. Izzetta sometimes wondered if any of it got...

Anyone interested in adventures on the high seas? Reply to this post or reach out to me on discord (Siren) if you're interested in piracy!

The Syzygy, Day 2 Akiva Sea The night was dark and the spirits darker, but Izzetta was buoyant. One would have thought the upheaval of the seas and magic would have sobered her, but Izzy was rarely sober. She sat on a barrel, braiding a rope, a foggy green glass bottle by her foot. She hummed...

The Bastard Tap was a grungy and dimly lit establishment, with the air thick with smoke and the smell of sweat and alcohol. The walls were adorned with various weapons and trinkets, and the bar itself was made of rough-hewn wood. The patrons were a motley crew of pirates, smugglers, and other...

"You owe me, Evander." The words were strong, no patience, not a single width of wiggle room. Any man who heard those words would have found them impossible to argue with. They were spoken with such conviction, such power, that it might have come from the heavens. It was said in such a way...

The Icarus "FUCK FUCK FUCK" Why did everything always get so fucking broken on this goddamn fucking ship all the time. Sabine let out another dozen curses, and then flicked the wrench from her satchel. Instead of trying to gently touch up the arcane engine, she smashed her tool against it's...

Retribution Part II Pieces of a Lost Prophecy The dark fortress proved nothing more than a hub of darkness and dread. There were few answers there, but many questions. The creatures they faced there would at least no longer plague these lands. They lay buried now under the ruined heap...

A young, red headed lad of teenage years stood in the crows nest of a fine merchant vessel sailing from Alliria to Falwood. As the sea lapped against the hull, the waves splashed him with salt water, leaving the boy completely drenched from head to toe. He only laughed in response. Urchin cared...

The sea sprayed beyond plank and coiled rope, to brush cold and damp against Tisikleos Miles’ cheek. Hands tight behind her back, the pirate stood as tall as her petite frame allowed, and refused, utterly refused indeed, to be swayed by the ocean’s salted tears. Let the spray weep on her all it...

Teth The trouble with being an outlander was the fact that often times you were moved by the swaying winds of others. It was not really by choice most of the time, but since he had come to the Southlands Ivar had...well just gone wherever it was people had needed him the most, or rather where...

Any jaunt beyond the Horseman was a gamble with your life on the line. Then again, being a pirate was a gamble. But there were different ways to play the game. The many minor merchants in the south? They could hardly afford escorts enough to fend off the corsairs swarming the warm waters of...

The Gulf of Liad - The Blackheart Lucius stood at the stern of his ship, a smile on his face as the wind rushed through his hair. His eyes were closed, but that didn't matter much on the open sea. This was the first time they had sailed The Blackheart under it's new name. Their flag rose high...

"Class dismissed," Istra said. "Enjoy your lunch." Her students stood up from their desks in the small classroom in the College. A small classroom for a small class: only eight of them, down from eleven. Alteration was one of the less popular subjects at the College, for it was far less direct...

"We're gonna have to think of a named for this damned thing." Lucius said as he gave a quiet wince, the sowing needle Peyton was holding going just a little bit too deep for his liking. They had taken the Galleon almost a day ago now, and although Lucius' wounds had been mostly tended to there...

They sent forth men to battle, But the men are put to rest in the seas; And home, to claim their welcome, Come ashes on the breeze. _____________________________________________ It had been 2 weeks since they began to sail down the Baal-Asha river, and towards Cerak. Even he was amazed at...

Andromeda Barbarossa stood on the slightly raised platform the Shipwrecks Wraith used for all of their performers. The tavern was packed; news of the singers arrival had spread like wildfire amongst the pirate ships, who had known her father and knew of her talents, and news had spread from them...

The Black Bay - Near Cera 'At'Thul "Forty thousand?" The contempt in Elise's voice was about as clear as the light of day shining through the nearby window. Her lips were thinned in a scowl, and the bruises on her face were evident. "What am I?" Her disgust was clear. "Some kind of peasant...

Vel Luin Elise sat cross legged in a small wooden folding chair that might as well have been a throne. She was located on a balcony overlooking the central square of Vel Anir, her eyes fixated on a large wooden platform that had been built in the very center. Four men stood there, each of them...