pirates

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...

The Wild Markets of Cerak were exactly as one would expect of them. Dirty, putrid and full of filth, apt terms to describe both the setting and its inhabitants. Across the uneven square that held this unholy practice, and in no particular order, were numerous ramshackle tents signalling the...

Bayou Garramarisma - North End Lira vomited over the side of the ship. Her fingers clutching tightly at the railings as she watched her own bile splash into the brackish waters of the marsh. "Kressim, how the hell is a Ranger so bad on water." A groan escaped her for a moment, hand coming up...

"Bayou Garramarisma," said the smuggler. A scoff and a laugh. As if he didn't believe her. "Now why, given all the hellholes Arethil has to offer, would a lady like you want to go there?" "There hides a monster," Lazule said. Her brow narrowed. The look in her eye intense. "As it is said in the...

Bayou Garramarisma Nayella felt sweat running down her brow. She was not used to this weather, heat and humidity that made your skin feel as though it never quite ended. The Witch did not like it. So why was she here then? In this gods forsaken swamp where even the most experienced of...

Maeve Blackwood Biographical information Birthplace The Grotto Born Died Age 297 Home Kiva's Fury Physical descr...

Akiva Sea Ayman stood at the prow of the Golden Sparrow, the wind whipping at his face and his fingers wrapped tightly around the railing. Three sails flapped hard behind him, warm winds pushing them faster and faster across the Akiva Sea. It was humid here, even this far out in the ocean. The...

The sky was clear and blue, stretching all the way to the choppy horizon that was the sea. The air smelled of salt and slightly of sewage, but the latter was easily ignored. Several ships had made port today, and shouts from the crew unloading goods were called over the crash of the waves...

Cortosi Coast Gal Elise hated the coast. It was wet, it was salty, and it was filthy. Her hair always frizzed this near to the ocean, and she couldn't help but think her clothes would get ruined one way or another. Even standing upon the small wooden platform she couldn't help but think some...

And a port it had been. Even as the rising sun crept up over the horizon and between the tattered curtain, Cassian knew it was going to be a bad day. A weary intake of breath filled the man's nostrils with the indiscretions of the previous evening. The sweet sickly scent of liquor mixing poorly...

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...