Against The Slave Lords

Pre-Adventure post #1 The Winged Hawk!
The Hawk Sets Sail!

Retgar glanced towards the dock and saw, what could only be the man he had been asked to wait for. A human male, leading a nag of some kind. “Someone paid me 2 full days of berthing fees, plus wages for me and my crew, to wait for THAT? You’d a-thought ’e was the king of Urnst for the money he was getting paid to take him to Darkshelf. No matter, a quick side trip and good money no doubt, and then away from these troubled waters to calmer seas!”

Retgar began barking orders at his crew. He barked at most everyone, with the exception of the new hand… “Ingored” was her name, but don’t let the fact she was a female fool you. Never the likes had he seen such a tall, fair woman. Make no mistake she was a strong worker and made quick work of those scurvy pirates 3 weeks ago that had tried to take ’The Hawk as a prize.

“Enough of this lollygagging”he thought to himself "Get on with it ye scurvy dogs! Get that Nag down below and show "His Lordship, Sir FANCY PANTS his berth! We’ve got tide and wind to catch….!

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Pre-adventure post #2: On Silent Wings Comes a Message!

Whispers in the night deep in the Celadon Forest….

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Pre-Adventure Post #3
Of tall women and half a man

Briswal eyed the tall blonde sailor as she worked the buntline, effortlessly hauling the square sail up its mast.  He had seen the others work this very same sail, but never alone like this one, it took at least two, to accomplish this task.  

"She does the work of three, that one does…"  Briswal was startled out of his reverie, by the rough, crude voice of Captain Retgar Gardiliam, the reek of pipe smoke and bad rum wafting over the wind towards Briswal,  "and not bad to eyeball either if you like them that way." He said with a sideways leer.  "Don't tell her that to her face, though… Chancey learned the hard way; he did…she gave him one chance to back off before she kicked him so hard in the collops it blew out one of his balls.  Now the boys have taken to calling him 'Half-Sack' after Doc had to cut it out."  Retgar unconsciously grabbed his groin as he recalled the kick that sent poor Chancey to the ship's surgery, puking at the pain, and the smell of shit emanating from his pants as he was dragged off by his mates.  "At any rate, we'll be at Darkshelf port tomorrow morning, so pack your gear up, and be ready to move smartly, if you please, we don't want to stay any longer in these waters than we have to."

With that, he sauntered off, barking orders along the way….

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