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Boy, oh boy, oh boy have I missed a lot! What a great read though! I love how everything's come together. I'm going to head back a bit just to the hideout just before leaving and continue from there!

Sebastion sifts through through the large pile of multicolored, geometrically-pattered, exotic-material-composed clothings of the colorful goblin and, after failing to dress Obed in a loose garment of blue and orange stripes with alternating leather and tweed composition that would shout "I may be a briney, but I don't taste of brine!", the meticulous pirate begins to search for a change of clothes for himself. Afterall, his maroon pants and pink and gold ombre tunic would be easily recognized after his showy display at the gallows. Settling on an appropriate outfit, Sebastion steps behind a crate that only reaches to his knees, turns his back towards the group and begins to change his attire as if thinking the crate would shield him from prying eyes (or perhaps he doesn't care). He settled on a sleeveless crimson shirt with a beige and black striped, long sleeved cardigan worn oddly underneath and not over the shirt. A matching crimson and beige striped cut of cloth is fitted as a bandanna while he slips into shin high pants made of a strange lightweight and breathable leather that appears identical to cotton. Despite the absurd composition, something about it works in perfect harmony, even Grimsley seems wide-eyed and impressed at his choice. It seems his time spent mulling over his apparel took the entirety of the planning process, but none-the-less, he is gung-ho for the unknown plan.

"Mr. Abberforth," Kale continues, clapping his first mate on the back, "you got a good look inside the Admiral's bedchambers. See anything that might be of interest to us? Map of the headquarters, by any chance?"

Sebastion ponders at the question for a moment, his memories mostly filled with his glorious philanderings with just another of the many highly statused women of Port Meridian. But then he remembers a flyer he saw in the main lobby of the Constable's Headquarters as he snuck past the 'conveniently' unconscious guard. "I do recall a particular posted parchment penning the impending Pirate's Impersonation and Persecution Party to take place tonight at the headquarters. Something about a rowdy game of cat and mouse where a selection of guards dress as pirates while the rest attempt to subdue them. Sounds like a bit of Fairy play to me..." he says, tossing his hair flamboyantly and giving a good wink to the captain as if to make his point.

When the plan is set in motion and the crew carries on with their plan, Sebastion undoes his belt and sheath and refastens it in such a way that it can be tucked into his left pant leg, effectively - or ineffectively - concealing it from public eye. In Antilly's Pier, they slip past the reveling crowd of patrons with ease. The bulk of the establishment's conversation seems to be centered on the events of a few hours past, especially the incredible escape Sebastion made before that unnatural fog came rolling in, at least that's what he heard. Arriving at 8 Cider St., Sebastion stays close to the captain. After he makes his salutations with the working goblins, Sebastion takes a bold step forward, placing him along side Everett and strikes a power-pose staring deeply into the star-studded sky with unmatched perplexity, hair quivering in the weak wind, all in an attempt to display his uniquely glorious outfit and impress the ostentatious duo.

Good to be back, got a break between my next round of exams! Notes on a few things, Antilly's Pier could be a part of Atticus Pain's strange underground network, but Sebastion is far from bright enough to make that connection, or even know of it. Regarding the Pirate's Impersonation and Persecution Party, I imagine a large group of guards, half dressed as pirates running through the streets at the sound of the hand bell as it interrupts the party. Most will be dressed as Sebastion, partly in a secret admiration for the pirate and partly to release their frustration with the man. Sebastion may not be a particularly good, effective or experienced pirate, but somehow people see past that. That is, IF everything goes according to plan.

As the group comes into the intersection, Kale notices the prominent building on the corner and the 'A.P.' carved over the door's mantle. "Mr. Abberforth, is that what I think it is? One of your father's marks, is not?"

Old Atticus Paine had safe houses in ports across the seven seas...but he's been dead for more than an year now, and there's a good chance those who were once loyal to him have moved on...

Sebastion perks up at the mention of his father, wide eyes locked on to the letters by the suspicious door. "By the stormy seas, that's the mark! It was made mention of numerous times in his writings but described as nothing more than 'the mark' as a 'symbol of safe haven'. Captain, you may have just discovered what could be a revival of my father's legacy! And we could be its founder!" It is quite obvious that Sebastion is unaware of the groups continual presence. Overwhelmed with excitement, as he inevitably gets when reminiscing on his father's glory, he is quick to rush ahead of the group when the orders are given.

Inside, he is slow to adjust to the light, letting others fill in ahead of him while he tries to discern his surroundings. The smell is rather off-putting to him, as books tend to be tedious and unimaginative, save for the few tales of nautical wonders.

When he lays eyes on the goblin, the creature's eclectic garb immediately catches his eye. After Kale prompts the hosts for goods and supplies, Sebastion chimes in, "My my, quite the keen eye for fashion you do possess. Mayhaps you have any extra garments suitable for the fitting of a Briney such as this one," he motions towards Obed, "it would certainly do wonders for his lackluster aesthetics." The words pour from his mouth as if no ill feelings could be had on Obed's part. Sebastion never views criticism as insulting, at least not delivered from his mouth.

As Kale speaks his less than galvanizing rally, Sebastion covers his face with an open palm to hide his embarrassment, shaking his head when the three attempt to flee from the room. However, perhaps is was for the better, as the woman's quick movements catch Sebastion's which had previously overlooked her. He is first struck by her beauty, then seduced by her alluring scent. "I know that scent..." he whispers under his breath as he filters through the mental codex of women, and a scarce few men, that he has bedded. Suddenly he remembers. "Jaina!? Is that you!?" He had only been with one woman who shared that same perfume, and it was a night of hallucinogenic glory!

I admit, I peaked at Numeo's knowledge of the perfume. I figured with Sebastion's background in the spice trade, and time spent with her, he would be familiar at least with the scent. However, he is unaware of what the scent comes from and that it has hallucinogenic properties.

When he and Jaina met previously, she had sought him out (although she never let it seem that way to Sebastion) in order to determine whether or not he deserved to know about his father's followers. Apparently, she decided against it because the whole thing comes as a surprise to him.

Dungeon World Guide
This is a very useful guide for a getting a feel for how the game fiction works.even if you don't read the content, read the example play or scenarios. Thus was a huge help for me in understanding more accurately what is meant by the "fiction".

Actual Play podcast
This audio was also instrumental in hearing how it plays in real life. I was floored at how fluid combat was and how much more engaging everything was. Being a huge fan of the Penny Arcade dnd podcasts, this came as a complete surprise.

The best thing you can do for yourself is to always imagine the GM asking "how?" to your actions (like a kid always asks "why"). In this way, you have a very simple way to draw out an evocative narrative of your actions.

Example: I try to bribe the guard. How? By giving him a satchel of coins. How? By casually walking up along side him and, as if we were well acquainted, slip the coins into his back pocket and whisper, "You know what I need."

THEME SONG!

You have seen it in nearly every port and every courthouse. Heard it from almost every town crier:

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.........................WANTED!..........................
........................For Piracy...........................
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.........Sebastion Atticus Abberforth IV............
.................10,000 Gold Pieces.....................
.....DEAD! DO NOT TRY TO BRING IN ALIVE!....
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There are many rumors surrounding the early life and upbringing of the infamous and notoriously good looking Sebastion Atticus Abberforth IV, here I will present just one.

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.

Sitting at your desk, filtering through new posts in your marked threads, you find that an unread response awaits you at the bottom of this very page. Shocked to find that the cybernetic fourth wall is torn down before your eyes, the dashing, dexterous and devious dare-devil addresses you - a true human existent in the physical world. "So it is unto you to whom a desire has been made mentionable for the bequeathing of a story relating to myself and my enchanting past? Well, steady you senses! For you will assuredly be driven to madness as the dire anticipation for the story's end will grow so profound that you will find the very next word a cliffhanger unto itself! Patience will yet provide you with the tempered defense you seek as my silvered words must be polished for such frangible, auricular organs."

turnip_head's submission
Balvor the Righteous here! Working on a background for the character. Stats in the profile and filled out character sheet too =D