piracy

Castia - Western Cortos Lucius clung to the underside of the pier with a grip fierce enough to cause the wood to groan. There was a knife between his teeth, and above him he could hear footsteps resounding. "Well where the bloody fuck is it?" The voice above called out with no small amount of...

In times of extreme stress, it is said that some experience a moment of unmeasured clarity. The world stops. The images at front lose the sharp edge of blur that surround them. The canvas of the world stands out, rich and vibrant, allowing one to pinpoint the most minute detail. The world...

Azzarro, off the Cortosi Coast The bells tolled. It was the day of worship, and somewhere in the dusty streets, a service was letting out. Brandar smiled, because in a town of pirates, worship was just one side of the dice. Just a few streets away, beneath a baking tropical sun, a slave...

Al-Kamah was a smart pirate. He could smell a storm coming like a rat in a sewer, and always got out ahead of the flood. Keen as Dwarven steel, cold as Nahas in winter, and canny as an Allirian gambler. Al-Kamah was smart, period. Thus he saw what was happening long before Gal did – saw the...

“Imagine this: “Gray cliffs scabbed over with maquis. Becalmed sea lapping at the black tide-line. Seagulls flocking on every inch of rock, cawing and eating and shitting. Round the peak and there’s an inlet, hidden in the morning mist and the midday shadow and the twilight fog. When it’s...