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I say Skull & Shackles, on account that's where I got to take part in a TPK (Total Pirate Kill).

In Skulls and Shackles, very little explicit romance options are available, other than Lady Smythee. However, there are plenty of options. While some of the crew are louts, others are certainly worth considering, and there are other captains such as the former Andoren officer.

Huh... Ya could have fooled me! But I wouldn't have wanted you to!

Alleran wrote:

James Jacobs wrote:

And we're about halfway through the 2nd adventure in Skull & Shackles. Progress slows down during convention prep season, with games getting cancelled more often than not, alas. My character in that game is indeed Sasha Dracktus, AKA Lady Vermillion, AKA Captain Firetop, AKA a few other nicknames my enemies or some chuckleheaded fellow players have come up for her. Jerks.

Are any of the nicknames particularly funny ones, to you or them? Do share!

I just call 'er cap'n.

Your respect has been noted!

Calistril 7th, 4712—Today's job: repair work! Aretta is still standoffish... starting to think she's a lost cause and not worth "saving" from Fipps's influence. That evening, Madrid earned herself six lashes for not drinking her rum ration for two nights in a row. I tried to make friends with Rosie Cusswell, but she does NOT like me either. This ship is filled with angry people!

Then Master Scourge brought up a huge lumbering man named "Owlbear" for some fun. This guy'd been tarred and feathered, and had apparently been kept as a pet or something in the hold. Klarg volunteers to fight him! The fight ends up a draw, with Klarg granting Owlbear mercy rather than killing him. As a result, Owlbear becomes Klargs buddy! How is it this stubborn longshoreman's making more friends than me? It's not fair!

Calistril 6th, 4712—We passed a big island off the starboard today, on a southwesterly course. My job today—I'm a runner! My attempt to further befriend Aretta only succeeds in undoing my previous day's work. Also, being a runner is very tiring.

That afternoon, the Wormwood floats by some strange flotsam. Klarg fishes out a barrel with a monkey inside of it! Jack Scrimshaw runs up on deck all freaked out just a few moments later... he got bit by something down in the bilge. We were selected to go down there to clean the place out.

Turns out, the bilge was infested by enormous rats. Rats that, as it turns out, are easy to kill.

Later that night, Madrid and I snuck off to rob Fipps Chumlet's locker—we take his hold, some thieves' tools, and a magnet. We stash the magnet in Slippery Syl's locker... after checking out her stuff, of course, which included a bedroll, a funny hat, some acid, and a few coins. I took some of those as well.

Klarg boxed with Shivikah... he won, but only barely.

Calistril 5th, 4712—Today I manned the bilges.

Gross.

I also found a mace, and then bullied Aretta into not being as mean to me. Operation "hide the rum" seems to be working—other folks aren't so good at sneaking the rum over the side of the deck during the rum rations as I am though, and they get lashes for wasting rum when they get caught. Rum hurts.

Tried to befriend Slippery Syl, but it turns out she's FAR too frightening to make friends with.

Calistril 4th, 4712—Four of us... Madrid, Slivikin, Klarg, and I, were jumped this morning by a fat thug named Fipps Chumlett and his cronies, Jaundiced Jape, Slippery Syl, and ex-whore Aretta Bansion. We managed to turn the tables on them—I actually brained Aretta pretty good with that peg leg, but we still ended up being late to deck duty and were all assigned lashes that evening. Great.

I worked at rope duty during the day. Tying ropes. Untying ropes. Over and over. Master Scourge yelled at me all day too, just because it turns out I'm not all that good at tying knots. I'd like to tie his NECK in a knot! I did manage to sneak off to try to sell my peg leg. With the proceeds, I was able to buy a very familiar looking rapier and set of leather armor from the quartermaster. I bet my hand crossbow and a few other personal items are in there as well... hmmm.

Sandara Quinn gave me a holy symbol of Besmara! She said she'd managed to talk the officers into letting those of us who worshiped Besmara to have our holy symbols back. Which is nice.

That evening, at bloody hour, the four of us took our three lashes from Master Scourge. Not fun. I managed to endure without many tears, even though he kept hitting me on the half-finished snake tattoo. Damnit.

After that, Slivikin snuck us some healing to fix the whipping. That was nice too.

I played cards before bed with some others and won 20 gold pieces! Well... I bet my 5 gold coins and won 15... but still! Every day is better than the last on the Wormwood!

Calistril 3rd, 4712—I've managed to snag a beaten-up journal, a quill, and some ink, despite the fact that I've got nothing else but underwear to my name right now. I won't be able to record much at a time here, since I have to write when the officers aren't watching, but keeping track of what happens seems important.

My name is Sasha Dracktus, and one of these days, I'll be the one in charge.

My career as a pirate hasn't gotten off to a strong start, alas. As far as I can tell, I drank something that knocked me out last night in the Formidably Maid. It might have just been the fact that I'd had a half-dozen drinks before that. I was depressed, you see... the flying snake tattoo I wanted sort of, well... ran out of funding, and so now I've got a half-finished awesome tattoo that I couldn't afford to get finished. Not much more depressing than a half-finished tattoo.

But that's the least of my troubles. I woke up here, in the hold of some ship. I found out later the ship is the Wormwood, captained by one Barnabas Harrigan. A foul-mouthed and foul-smelling pirate—a man named Master Scourge (not sure if Master's his first name or not), ran a bunch of us up onto the deck and told the lot of us we were now the crew of the Wormwood, and that if we wanted to avoid getting turned into shark bait or WORSE we'd learn our jobs quickly!

He had us do a few tests—climbing the rigging—to determine who'd make good riggers. I'm normally pretty good at climbing, but hangovers do wonders to make you NOT good at ANYTHING, so I ended up being assigned to being a swab. I spent the rest of the day repairing stuff and stitching sails, and started meeting some others. There's a super-stubborn half-orc named Klarg; he ended up in the rigging. And a beautiful blue-skinned woman named Madrid who seems to have some sort of magic in her; she ended up being a swab too. And there's two priests of Besmara on board as well—I made sure to make friends with them as quickly as I could. One of them's a man named Slivikin—he ended up being assigned the job of assistant cook. Not sure if that's good news—Besmara's the goddess of strife, after all, not gourmet cooking. I guess I should just be happy we don't have a cleric of the god of poison helping to feed us. The other cleric is a woman named Sandara Quinn—she was also working as a swab, and from her I learned that one of the other crew members, a woman named Aretta Bansion, used to be a prostitute. I'm not sure why Sandara saw fit to tell me that.

Anyway, that night, a crewman named Jakes Magpie, who had been accused of stealing from the ship, got himself keelhauled. The officers obviously intended this as an object lesson for the rest of us. When they pulled his lacerated dead body up the other side, I'd say that said lesson left a mark. On me, at least.

After that, they gave us our rum ration. The stuff was hands down the WORST rum I've ever tasted. It burned. I coughed up blood, even. No more for me, thank you very much!

That evening, after some (surprisingly not foul) fish stew, I snuck off to scavenge some actual clothing so that I didn't have to parade around in my underclothes. That tiny triumph... finding clothes... is a small sliver of hope. And the fancy peg leg with the silver band I stole from the galley a few minutes ago is a much LARGER silver of hope. Should do as a weapon if I need it, and there's a quartermaster on the ship I could probably sell it to. I have a feeling I'll need to start stockpiling equipment and supplies for the days to come.

Not how I imagined my piracy career would start at all. But at least it's started!