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Sebastion Atticus Abberforth IV wrote the book on pirateering...literally. Prior to his rise to fame, Sebastion was son to, well, Sebastion Atticus Abberforth III, a wealthy spice trader that sailed to distant shores to peddle his goods. Sebastion IV would always tag along and eventually developed a yearning for adventure. By the age of thirteen he was confidently boasting about his showdown with the mighty kraken, his narrow escape from the Ghostship Armada, and his fortuitous discovery of Captain François l’Aveugles’s buried gold (all told with the least bit of exaggeration, of course). Women loved him for his gold good looks and charm and men respected him for his father’s reputation ability to satisfy a woman’s needs. Sebastion IV grew bored of his father’s simple business and his fantastic tales grew bland with disinterest and the “Sebastion Hysteria”, as he so humbly referred to it, ran its course and eventually the late, great Sebastion Atticus Abberforth IV became a thing of the past. His recession from the public eye left him feeling empty, increasing his desire for fame, gold and glory.

At the age of 17, a twist of fate saw his wildest dreams come true. On a dreadfully rainy evening, in a dismal port of drugs and debauchery, during a rather dubious spice transaction, Sebastion III was ambushed and gutted before Sebastion IV’s very eyes in the shoddy barges that composed the destitute docks. Sprurred on by a lust for vengeance and glory, Sebastion IV chased the villains through the winding alleys and dark passageways. Recognizing his surroundings, he headed for a shortcut. Leaping through a glass window, he crashed into a familiar brothel with which he had become quite well acquainted the night before. Unknotting a satchel of gold from his belt, he tossed it to the ground causing the shiny coins to spill across the floor. Needless to say, he had caught the attention of the women therein, and ordered them to the streets if they wanted to keep the gold. Topless and slightly tipsy, the women rushed to the front door and into the streets, right into his father’s killers’ path. Caught off guard and overwhelmed, the ne’er-do-wells found themselves pinned between a horde of half-naked filles des joies and the alley through which they were expecting Sebastion IV in pursuit. His diligently improvised plan had worked exactly how he hadn’t planned. Sprinting to the second floor, ever aware of the importance of theatrics, he found a window positioned just above the men who were now poised to fight and awaiting the vengeful son’s arrival from the alley. He quickly knotted the curtains together, tied them to the bedpost, unsheathed his rapier and made for the window. Once again crashing through fragile glass panes, he flew out the window clinging to his makeshift rope. The curtains snapped tight, whipping him back towards the building with great speed with a trajectory aimed directly at the brick wall. Still nearly fifteen feet in the air, he let go of the rope, crashing down onto one of the men and knocking him out as his head collided with the cobblestone ground. Left with three adversaries, he brandished his blade and engaged the nefarious foes. By now, the scene had become a spectacle being watched by the masses. Fueled by the unparalleled attention, Sebastion quickly poised himself for an assault of dashing heroism and let out a boisterous laugh. ”My name is Sebastion Atticus Abberforth IV and it will be the last name you hear before you die!” Sebastion defeated the crooks in a display of unorthodox swordplay and a cunning use of his surroundings. However, little did Sebastion realize, he had just defeated the Governor’s personal troupe of assassins. The next morning, Sebastion was rudely awakened by the cries of the city militia who had surrounded the brothel in which he had been celebrating the night before. ”Sebastion Atticus Abberforth IV, you are hereby charged with the murder of four city officials. Please exit the building without weapons or resistance and turn yourself in peacefully!” For Sebastion, prison meant he could never make a name for himself, but if he escaped, he could start anew. Sebastion roused what crew he could find and planned an escape. Unashamed, they donned wigs and dresses and made their way out with the rest of the women. Almost through the crowd of soldiers, a keen man spotted Sebastion’s unmistakably majestic beard through the crowd of women and drew attention to the crew, ”There they are! Get ‘em!” The crew dropped their disguise and sprinted for the docks.

Taking charge, Sebastion rallied his men, taking on a fanciful accent that he had picked up on distant shores, ”My father is dead and I’ll be yer new captain! Hoist th’ sails an’ prepare for departure! Arm th’ cannons and blast th’ docks!” With the entire army chasing after him, his small crew began preparing for departure. The cannons were armed and blasted at the ramshackle docks, blowing it to pieces. It was a magnificent display of destruction and cunning as the ship sailed away leaving behind the ruined city. Sebastion was quickly made aware of how much attention his deeds had received, when wanted posters in his name were posted throughout his hometown, branding him as a pirate. He was tickled by the idea and fancied the notion of having his face posted throughout every port. Unfortunately, he hadn’t the faintest idea of how to successfully lead a pirate band. Before long, his crew mutinied and had him removed from the ship, leaving him penniless in an unknown port with just a few of his belongings and those of his father. After searching through what his father had left, he discovered a surprising trove of notes, journals and letters that detailed an extensive pirateering history under his father’s name. Sebastion took the writings and extrapolated every bit of information he could on how his father lived a second life as a pirate. His father went under the name of Captain Atticus Paine and had developed quite the reputation. Sebastion published his findings on proper pirate conduct under the ingeniously conceived pen name Abberticus Sebatterfoth. Someone must have tipped off the authorities, however, as they were knocking on the front door of his back-alley posting claiming he was responsible for the publication of material that promoted illegal activities and hinted at a criminal past. Once again, Sebastion was forced to run from authorities. This time, however, he had a goal in mind. His father had mentioned a fellow pirate captain that he both respected and feared, a man by the name of Everett Kale. This would be Sebastion’s way into the legendary world of pirates.

Daring Devil (DEX)
When you laugh confidently before performing a crazy acrobatic feat, describe it and roll +DEX. On a 10+, choose three. On a 7-9, choose two:
• You end up exactly where you want to be
• You don't attract unwanted attention
• You grab someone nearby and bring them along with you
• You show off and feel fantastic about it - take +1 forward

Parry (DEX)
When you parry an enemy's attack with your blade, roll+DEX. On a 10+, choose 2. On a 7-9, choose 1:
• You take no damage.
• You deal damage equal to your level to your opponent.
• You lock blades with them, keeping their full attention.

Plan of Action
There is always a chandelier, rope, window, cart, easily-spooked herd of livestock, or similar unusual environmental hazard handy in any situation in which it would be convenient for you and remotely plausible.

True Love and High Adventure
When you attempt to enact a daring plan OR defend the honor of a friend or lover, gain 3 hold. You can spend 1-hold to take +1 to any Parry, Defy Danger, or Daring Devil roll made to advance your daring plan or defend their honor. You lose all of this hold after successfully defending their honor or finishing your plan.

Hidden Armor (1 weight)
Rapier (1 weight)
Shining Armor (1 weight)
Confiscated"
Map
Adventuring Gear (1 weight)5/5
Dungeon Rations (1 weight)5/5