Tonight we gather around the table and listen to a sailors tales. Sailors bring stories from across the seas which are a collation of their own experiences as well as those from their passengers. Most sailors stories are just that, stories, but some have more than a mote of truth.
So without any further waiting, let’s sit back, grab a hot coffee and roll into tonight’s content.
A Sailors Tales
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As they sat around the fire an old sailor took another deep swig from his flask and leaned across the table. “Nine men it took, nine and not any of them greenhorns or landlubbers. These were veteran sailors that brought the beast down so mark my words when I say it’s dangerous work to hunt these waters.” he said looking across at the adventurers listening to him.
“So there I was, the leader of this elite crew,” somewhere another sailor sniggered which earned him a powerful glare, “as I was saying, the elite crew had tracked this great beast for days, weeks even! As we moved onwards we found its nest. Between two islands the carcass of dozens of ships. Not wanting to add the Wave Splitter to its list we jumped into a rowboat and moved stealthily across the water.”
“So there we were, rowing across to this island where we could plant our feet and down this beast. Were were gravely mistaken in thinking it was that easy. The creature had made a fortress from the bones of the ships it had sunk before us and at the heart of its impenetrable walls was a mountain of treasure.” the sailor said as he stared into the space between them all. After ten seconds he coughed and continued, “so we fought with the beast for three days and for each day we lost another crew member until it was just me left. I hoisted my whale hunting harpoon and threw it with all I could and hit the beast in the eye where it fled to die in its nest. But the cost was great it dragged its treasure down to its lair and all I managed to retain was this fine blade.” the sailor said as he produced a finely crafted curved short sword. “I still remember my crew when I unsheath the blade…”
“Ah, the clouds are coming in from the west. I remember a night much like this one where we had some foulness on the winds out at sea, to the north of the continent.” he began even before he sat down, uninvited, next to the adventurers. Nearby fellow sailors groaned and started to muter about the mad old sailor.
“Enough of that. Ol’ Brigs tells the truth.” the captain said from nearby which quickly brought the crew to attention. “I was there this night. With the old crew.”
“Thanks captn’,” Frank Brigs began. “As I was saying the wind was foul that night but the moon helped show us the way to safer waters. However the sea’s didn’t want us to see land again,” he punctuated his sentence with a swig from his flask. “You see a storm hit us hard that night. We lost all sight of the stars and we had to wrestle the sails in so they wouldn’t be ripped to shreds. Despite our best efforts we lost most of our sails from the tearing winds. When the storm finally cleared and the crew, myself and the captn’ included, were exhausted we saw the damage that was done. One sail remained which was not enough to catch the breezes we needed. But Tymora was on our side.” he said, then paused for a dozen seconds.
“We had a visitor.” the Captain finished for him.
“Aye Captn’, we did. A white gull flew down to us and before one of the boys could skewer it for lunch it turned into a dragon, a large silver one. The beast offered us a deal, for the captains hat it would help us get to land where we would be able to find what we needed. So the captn’ bartered his head and the dragon practically picked up the ship and flew it to land. Aint’ that right captn’”’ Old Brigs said as he nodded towards the other man.
“It’s close enough to being right. That’s why we don’t eat white gulls any more in case they turn out to be dragons.”
That’s it for tonight’s update at my tabletop. I hope you enjoyed a few old sailors tails tonight. If you can make use of said stories to give the party a side adventure while out at sea, or to maybe not kill white sea birds, then let me know how you go! Don’t forget that tomorrow means another Zine so don’t forget to come back tomorrow and, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe
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