>>6092246Pirates? What were pirates doing all the way out here? If you thought that was a bit strange, you didn’t let it bother you too much. You had expected to see no conflict until you’d reached Morfis and the competition had begun in earnest. A chance to warm up before the real fighting started would be most welcome. Stretching out your limbs, you reach down for your axe, which had been sitting to the side while you were asleep. Forged from fine Rusalkan Steel by the castle’s very own blacksmith, just holding the weapon made you feel like there was no enemy who could stand in your way.
>Obtained Steel Axe! (+12 Attack)You grab some of your other belongings as well. Next to your axe were two healing poultices, useful in the event that you suffered any debilitating wounds. As you strap the poultices to your belt, you grumble a bit. You could have sworn you bought a 3-pack of these from the shopkeeper. Did he rip you off or something…?
>Obtained Concoctions! (2) (Heals 20 HP)Lastly, you grab your coin pouch. For some reason, you felt it might be wise to keep the thing on you.
>Obtained 300gJust as you were beginning to suspect that your pouch felt a bit lighter than you remembered, you were almost knocked off your feet by a loud bang coming from the other side of the hull, as well as the sound of water suddenly beginning to rush in. You were no sailor. In fact you’d never even been on a boat before. But certainly that wasn’t a good sign. You stow away the thought of your inventory and rats for now, determined to reach the deck of the ship and figure out what was going on.
As you approach the surface, the screaming becomes more intensified and frantic. Two more loud bangs occur, causing you to lose a bit of balance. These impacts feel a bit different from the one that caused that hole earlier. Gritting your teeth, you muscle through until you reach the surface, laying your eyes on the source of all this trouble. Another ship. Much larger than your own, and swarming with pirates. Pirates who had just succeeded in placing down two gangplanks connecting their vessel to your own.
“Gahahaha!” A man on the enemy ship laughs boisterously. Even under the cover of night, you could make out the large red jewel adorning the man’s hand, which was currently waving obscenities at the crew members of Alvin’s ship. “You sure you want to do things the hard way? Once Omar the Red and his crew get to swingin’ our swords, we don’t stop till’ the seas are painted crimson!”
Panic has overtaken the crew of Alvin’s ship with one notable exception. To his credit, the captain of the vessel looks more determined than fearful. He turns to you as you approach. “Lord Tristain…sorry to disturb your slumber.”
