So starts our story, that takes a group of seven fool-hardy sea lovers from Rags to Riches, from Obscurity to Infamy.
On the clearest night of the year to date, the port-side town of Port Peril seemed almost tranquil, much the opposite that the name implied. The sea breeze rolled in from Jeopardy Bay, bringing the first scents of full-blown spring. It was slightly chilly, as the hour was late, but it called to many, bringing promises of adventure, friends, enemies, and riches. It wound through the streets, rattling pots of merchants closing shop, scattered flowers of Fannie May, the dumpy local one-eyed florist, and caught the brown trench coat of a young Catfolk Carnivalist.
Ashriel Atrapalos came to Port Peril because of the very calling that the breeze brought. Even though most domesticated cats hated water, he could feel it coursing through his veins mixed with black powder and rum. He’d heard about the Formidably Maid, the prominent Sailor’s tavern on the Docks, and was heading to consign himself onto a ship. As he reached the boardwalk, a ragged old woman with long grey hair shaved into streaks and pulled back into a bun accosted him. “Meat Pie, dearie? I’ve got to close shop, and I’ve only got the one. It seems such a waste to throw away, and I can’t juggle a half-empty pies box with my sign. My boy’s left me to fen for myself here. Oh, sorry for rambling there, but please, take it? You look too skinny for one that’s walking the boards at night. Here, this’ll put meat on your bones, so t’ speak!”
Though he knew better, he accepted the Pie. It tasted of butter, onions, nutmeg and rich, salted pork. He stopped at the water’s edge to enjoy it, and nearly fell into the water as the world turned black.
Passing by him, and oblivious to him, was a rugged human with a sure swagger. His plain tricorn sat at a jaunty angle, and his belts, gun, and metal accouterments jingled jauntily as he made his way to the Formidably Maid, where he was slated as entertainment for the night. As he arrived, a gnome in an ugly purple hat, and foppish garb was yelling at the owner. “How can I, CONCHOBAR, POSSIBLY Share MY time with some unknown? Some scum from Alkenstar not even REGISTERED with the Guild of Bards??? This is an OUTRAGE!” The human’s hand ‘gently’ slammed down on the Gnome’s head, and said, “I’m expected, then? Wonderful.” And made his way onto the raised ‘stage.’ Throughout the night, both Conchobar and the Alkenstarian, whose nomme-du-plumme is “One-Gun,” battled for drinks and food, bought by the patrons. Spiced Rum and Salted Pork abounded. The last story One-Gun regaled the Formidably Maid with was a cautionary tale of a sailor press ganged onto a ship because of a drugged drink…
Barely noticing the lull in Bardic Entertainment, Magus Valdus sat discussing Cyclopian ruins and treasure with a haggard-looking man with perpetually black, sunken eyes. Black-eye bought Valdus rum and a meal, and as the world turned black, Valdus saw a tall frail man in a black leather trench and gold teeth slip a sack of coins to Black-eye….
At a nearby table sat a Fiery-haired Halfling, a buxom human in a black tricorne, and a gorgeous gnome with golden locks and green eyes. The table was littered with empty pint glasses, and a half-drunken stein, whose lid was carved with halflings riding badgers, killing gnomes. The Gnome, drawn to the Formidably Maid to chase after her sea-faring fate, appeared to be winning, and her feral grin was very reminiscent of a wolf. As their heads drooped, and hit the table, the patrons of the Formidably Maid heard a growl, tinged with anger, pain, and confusion…
As if it were the starting gun, an Ogre leapt from the gambling table he sat at and drew from his side an enormous war hammer. He roared, feeling the effects of some drug start to take him down. “TAKE IT OUTSIDE, BEAST!” cried the proprietor. “Gladly,” he growled, and grabbed the scruffs of two sailor’s necks on his way outside. “It Begins!” he roared with glee, as he raised a barrel over his head and hurled it at one of them. From behind him came a Sap, and with a flash of white in front of his eyes, the ground came rushing to meet him.
Rattled by the wolf’s cry and the Ogre’s roars, a willowy wisp of a human skirted the bar, and left the Formidably Maid. The white hair and alabaster skin gleamed in the moonlight. Drawn to the beacon, a small bald man with a black ponytail hit her over the head with a cudgel. “This one we can feed to Fishguts.” he chuckled, as he dragged the limp form into the allyway.
A Nagaji, arriving late to the Formidably Maid saw the villain attack the poor, defenseless slip of a human. With a roar of outrage, he broke into a run, and a scaly reptilian form burst from the water at the Boardwalk’s edge. Before he could react, a giant of a human emerged from the doorway of the tavern, and knocked him out.
You all awake in a dark room, with wood floors, walls and ceiling. There isn’t a light source in the room, no windows or lanterns.
What you remember (no roll needed): the ringing laughter of a wild night, the heady joy of excess, the scents of rich stewed meat and perfume lingering in your nostrils.
What you perceive (no roll needed): a pounding headache, the sickly taste of cheap wine in your mouths, the hard floor, a rhythmic creaking noise, and the feeling of the room swaying, as if you were still drunk. There are 10 people that you don’t recognize around you. (Total of 11 in the room.) And you feel you don’t have all of your belongings.