They fought and snuck their way past the ship’s guards, and eventually made it to the port of Plathering. As they tried to figure out what was happening, Pagan set two buildings on fire, possibly killing all of the citizens who were on the docks. They met the Captain of the ship that they had been captive on, but he ultimately gets away.
While exploring the town, they met a halfing named Anehta, who eventually joins there party, as she has a thirst for adventure.
The party then settles at a local tavern, till they can figure out what to do next. Will they go after the pirate lord, Rovian, or will they continue down the path to find what awaits them?
“To wake up in the holding cell of a ship is not a new experience for me, although never a pleasant one. Instantly I wanted to be free, finding myself in chains. The familiar chafe of rusted metal on my wrists brought to mind only horrible things from my past. It is not a good thing to be reminded of one’s past when waking up naked on a slaver’s ship. Not just any slaver. I awoke on the Tideslicer, famed ship of the Demon of the Sea. Lady Umbra, have mercy on the sailors who fell to that man’s merciless cannon fire. Eventually, I made it to the deck with an elven woman named Cyrawn, a large, if thick-skulled, man named Solgud, and a murderous brutal arsonistic savage who LIT THE PORT OF PLATHERING ON FIRE! His name was Pagan. Escaping the Tideslicer was simple, and we met a hafling named Anehta. Once we made it into the actual town of Plathering she and I worked together to… relieve the bartender of her purse. It was conveniently easy while she was busy ogling me… To be honest, if a little unkind, she was as hideous as the horn toads that would live in the gully of a rotted ship. What she wanted to charge for rooms was ungodly, but she agreed to lower the price if I… shared her bed. I was able to convince her to drink herself into a stupor and avoid that sad foray… I hope tomorrow is a better day than today.”
“I wake up with a chill. This is not the dawn. My ‘morning’ is not the morning that I expect. I wake with cloudiness and imbalance. We are on a ship of sorts. I must be under the influence of something. What I am not influenced by is the fact that I wake without clothing. That may also be the chill that I feel. The shackles that bind me are rusty, and with my trained hands are nothing but bread to break. Those around me are waking as well. They go to assist me, but it is for naught. I bargain with one of them for the slippers they find, and the armor that they soon reap from the guard that we dissipate. I, without my god’s guidance, refrain from much of the fighting. Above the deck, we fight our way across via pirates and soon escape to the docks. There, one of my new acquaintances begins setting fire about town, and we also encounter more pirates. I end up coming face to face with the man reaping himself as the captain. His weapon stings like fire. My god will heal me when the morning comes next. After we escape our arsonist’s work, we make our way into town during the new night. I help this flame, Pagan, find weapons and food, while Serdon, another ally, Solgud, and Anehta please the barwoman. The night ends uneventfully but with a toast to our success of the day. I plan to go back to the fires and get some soot, as it is a component for a spell of mine”
I woke up on a boat naked, to be honest it’s not the first time, the group I’ve decided to follow is morally well… questionable, especially that tribal man he is a fucking arsonist. We came to the assumption that we were captured by pirates and were going to be forced into slavery, I managed to save a few people from their “shipping containers” and we took on another person a very small girl I haven’t yet learned their names. Though the strangest thing was in the small scuffle with the pirates and their leader I blacked out, I have no recollection of what happened all I know is that I woke up later entering a town and my hands hurt and were covered in blood, I feel uneasy like there’s something I’m forgetting…
So, woke up, and I was naked. “Nothin’ new”, I thought. These other clowns were in the ship, chained up with me. I slapped a guy with my cock, gave him a shiner, and shot right out of there. I slipped and fell into the water, so I decided to help the other escapees with a little tussle and snagged up some wet pants! Turns out I was on a slaving ship, and they were planning to use me! I thought it’d be funny to burn their fucking town down, see how they like it. Highlight of the day was definitely grabbing some meat and firebombs from a little fishing place.
My parents died for this, adventuring and exploring. I thought I had finally come across something spectacular at the docks, only to find myself caught in a fray that wasn’t meant for me. A group of roundabouts were fighting pirates, and while I knew it wasn’t my fight, I rolled through the people to help a large man, maybe three times my size, to find he didn’t need it as he crushed another’s head with one hand. The look in his eyes reminded me too much of my own. Cyrawn, an elven women, invited me to join the group. In a shameful moment of weakness towards the beautiful elf, I agreed and followed. Serdon, a seemingly down to earth man, helped me grab the purse off of a village bartender. I grabbed only what I needed from the woman, and went to thank the beautiful elf for inviting me, with a bottle of wine. I’m only nineteen, and shouldn’t be getting myself into this group, especially with that pyro. Yet I somehow feel obliged to follow.