Recent content by Garigg Bracken

"Ah how the fuck did they get into the cove," Garigg complained. The cove was full of the skeletons of old vessels. The route safely past the sharp rocks hidden beneath the surface was a closely guarded secret. Someone had given it up. Two more pirate stepped into the tavern. He knew of...

The Stormy Hag, Murder Cay, Aina O Ka La It was a rather simple name, but it was apt. The coral reefs around the pirate settlement had sunk a hundred vessels over the years and no one knew the route except for the pirates and smugglers that visited the port city. At least, that was what...

No specific idea, no! I feel like Garigg will be deeply troubled by the undead so something that forces interaction would be fun. Perhaps some situation that means he needs to be on an undead ship. A pirate raid gone wrong?

Alright hear me out: An archepelago near the territory of an oppressive kingdom rules by an evil king. A prison ship on the waters. A band of misfits escapeand take over the vessel. Profit and chaos and heroics. Any takers?

"Hnph," went Garigg, watching her closely. He was aware that she was deliberately holding his attention as she made her proposal. It worked, but at least he was aware of that. A rare beauty in charge of one of the most feared powers in this part of Alliria. A constant struggle between...

Garigg, master of his own little world, felt vulnerable under that first searching look. Her voice, however, seemed to settle that feeling. He approached the desk slowly and took a seat. One hand came to lie flat on the desk, fingers gently sliding across it. He admired the luxury of it. He...

Garigg grunted by way of reply. He decided to carry the drink with him. He closed the door behind himself. He didn't like the fact that she barely acknowledged his presence, but everyone was going out of their way to highlight how much power she held. It wouldn't be difficult for someone who...

"If I'm paying, I'll have an ale. If she's paying, I'll have a whisky," he said. Garigg thought the man was there to dissuade trouble as much as to serve drinks. On the face of it, the place seemed pleasant and upmarket. However, Garigg could imagine criminals meeting in those shadows. Old...

Garigg's eyes followed her hand and settled on her hip a little too long. Part of him knew she was probably choosing a balance between fear and enticement to get what she needed from the crew. Most of Garigg didn't care. He took the card. The gruff captain made a single noise at her warning. If...

"We only put people on watch on the deck," Garigg said. "Only one person has the key to this room and I figure if anyone wanted to get through that lock they'd wake half the ship getting through it. No one saw anything from up there. Which is a fuckin' puzzle. It means either they fell asleep or...

Garigg knew the question was coming. He still didn't like revealing what his prize had been. He opened his large hand into a claw. "Crystal about that back. Clean cut. Etched with symbols we didn't recognise. Maybe dwarven." He took a step back, ducking into a beam and then looking at the...

Garigg had lived his life by simple logic. He didn't let past or future decisions weigh upon him heavily. Strength kept him in power, but only within the hull of his ship. He grunted, acknowledging her statement. "S'pose they do," he admitted. What Garigg did not see was a way to turn the...

Garigg did not like her tone. He did not like it at all. "I will answer what I can and show you were the items were," he agreed. He led them towards a narrow set of steps that took them down from the deck. It was dark below, faint candlelight only illuminating small pools of the ship. It...

Garigg leaned backwards, crossing his arms across his broad chest. He towered over the woman and her entourage, but the orc understood power. His own physical strength and determination had lifted him to the top of his ship, but he knew that on land there were vast networks of power and control...

Garigg wasn't completely unaware of the way the authorities looked at the woman addressing him. He, however, would not be bowed by some common bureaucrat. Back on the Bladed Lotus, a game of chinese whispers had begun. Dalm, one of the young boys who worked the rigging had come from Alliria. He...