50 Fathoms: A Savage Worlds Campaign: Maiden Voyage: Part 1

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Maiden Voyage: Part 1

AKA How many crabs tall is he?

In the opening scene of this tale, our crew found themselves stranded on a beach on the Savage Continent: Torath-Ka. The ship they had been serving on was an honest trader named the Rebecca, a medium sized freighter captained by Jonas Abraham hauling lumber to the Kieran Empire from the Free Towns. Four hours previously, disaster had struck this mission, when something large hit the Rebecca below the waterline. Captain Abraham managed to get the ship to land before it sank, but it looked like she wouldn't be seaworthy for many days, and even with time, it seemed a miracle might also be necessary to get this lady back on course.

Immediately taking control of the situation, Captain Abraham ordered the party to set out along coast to find provisions for the crew. A few miles down the coast Spool, Aurora, Jean, and Snips stumbled upon an old skiff, missing a mast and a good portion of its bottom, but before they could get a good look inside, their attention was drawn to a increasingly loud crashing originating from the dense jungle 40 feet from the water.

Turning to face the source of the clamor, they were greeted by the terrifying sight of a 7 foot tall raptor emerging from the foliage and careening towards them. Drawing their weapons, the eclectic group braced for impact. Upon viewing this creature who stood 7 times higher than himself Snips decided to take a wide approach. Obscuring himself in the sand, the tiny crab man scurried to the side to flank this beast. Aurora, the weapons master herself, aimed her pistol and with her off hand grabbed a clump of sand, waiting to strike. Spool, trying to replicate the stealth of the one foot tall crab, ran towards the side, to approach the beast from the opposite flank. Unfortunately, a beach in broad daylight is not the optimal location for a covert attack, and the blue figure dashing away attracted the Yellowback like sailors to rum. Jean, noticing the peril Spool had put himself in by isolating himself from the herd, threw back his tentacles with a puff of air, so they danced behind him like cobras entranced by a charmer, and pushed a column of wind at the raptor. Unfortunately the air only buffeted the beast, without deterring him from his deadly task.

In seconds the beast was upon Spool, undeterred by Aurora's "pocket-sand" launched moments before. The Yellowback bit into the Doreen, knocking him to the ground, and wounding him. He was down, but not for the count. Heroically, his comrades came swooping in like a barrage of pain to fend off the beast goring him. The combination of a confusion spell by Jean, hot lead from Aurora, steel from downed dolphin man, and the machine-like pincers of Snips, the Yellowback was quickly eviscerated.

Licking their wounds, the party realized the value of the meat of the beast they just felled, and set to work filleting it. Aurora, taking another look at the broken skiff, determined that she could repair it with a bit of lumber, and a spare sail. As an added bonus she found 52 pieces of eight tucked away in a sack wedged between some planks, and happily took it, smiling at her good fortune.

Once the meat was packed and loaded into sacks, they set out back along the beach to the Rebecca, to share their spoils with the captain and the rest of the crew.

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Keri BNovember 22, 2015 at 3:44 AM
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The Crew

Aurora: A female visitor from earth, arrived two years ago. Is a specialist in gunsmithing and gadgeteering. You got an idea? She knows how to make it happen. Wicked smat (smart).

Spool: A quirky Doreen, who isn't one to jump into a fight, but is bloodthirsty if provoked. This could be a residual from his memories of watching his parents and entire race be murdered by fish people. Spry, agile, and crafty, a deadly combination.

Jean Valjean (Jean VJ): A curious and dashing Kraken adept in the elemental school of the winds. He's a wanted man, both by the law, and by the ladies (if they're into that).

Snips: A oddly small Scurillian, He's the guy with the map. Known for his telescopic eyes, and ambidextrous pincers.

NPCS:

Willas Wellington: Commander of the Kieran City Guard, a large man who moves at a fast pace, purposefully and directly. A very patient man it seems, who has a firm definition of justice.

Senor Miguel Figuroa: A Spaniard from Earth, circa 1547. He is 55 years old and was a pirate long ago. He was a good friend of Jonas Abraham, and is now the captain of The Captain's Mistress.

Equais: A Scurillian through and through. Quite the curmudgeon. Rarely gives praise or thanks, and then only grudgingly. When he does offered a word of encouragement, one can be sure it's well-earned. The foremost scholar on oceanography in Caribdus. Informed the party of the coming drowning of the world. Currently aboard The Captain's Mistress.

About Caribdus

The visitors are English, French, Spanish, Dutch, and Chinese. Some are honest privateers—more or less. Others are scurvy pirates fresh from bloodletting in the Caribbean or the Spanish Main. A few are even corsairs from the rich Mediterranean. The darkest souls are slavers, trading human cargo across the merciless Middle Passage. All have one thing in common—they are here because the Maiden led them into the storms, out of their own worlds and into the Devil’s Cross, a tempest-tossed region of mystery and death in the alien world of Caribdus. The natives of this world are a very different sort. By far the most dominant are the masaquani, who are nearly identical to humans, though perhaps a bit more exotic and varied in appearance. Winged atani are rare, as are crab-like scurillians and outcast half-ugaks. Savage kehana thrive in sunken volcanic flumes, or battle with the last survivors of their racial enemies, the lonely doreen. Mysterious kraken scour the isles on some unknown quest, and massive grael harpoon deadly norwhales in the Cold Sea. Brutal Red Men roam the Thousand Isles for prey, or serve as cutthroats on the most bloodthirsty pirate sloops. Caribdus is home to many fantastic creatures. Giant crabs scurry along the reefs. Massive orcas prowl the cold depths. Flocks of razor wings descend upon hapless sailors and cut them to ribbons. Here there be monsters.

Water, Water, Everywhere

Caribdus is a water world, but it wasn’t always so. It was once several small continents with many prosperous cities, towns, and villages. That was before the Sea Hags. The natives say a trio of witches, triplets with raven-black hair and eyes to match, were discovered working dark sorcery in the masaquani city-state of Ograpog. The three were tried, sentenced by King Amemnus himself, and bound to posts at the edge of Ograpog’s cliffs to drown with the rising tide. With their dying breaths, the sisters cursed Amemnus and his beloved kingdom. As the tide rose, it began to rain. It was a mere drizzle at first, but by the time the waves finally crashed down on the witches’ heads it had become a tempest unlike any Caribdus had ever seen. The rain continued for months, covering the site of the witches’ execution in 50 fathoms of water. Whispers began that the rain would not stop until King Amemnus was dead. The people of Ograpog turned on their liege and chased him to a great ledge overlooking the ocean. The king and his most loyal guards fought over the drowned ruins of their city, killing scores of their own citizens before finally being dragged screaming off the ledge—into the sea.

The Sea Hags Rise

While Caribdus was drowning, the witches’ corpses floated in the depths, too foul even for the fish. As King Amemnus’ life ebbed in that same sea, the sisters’ death curse came true. Their horrid bodies filled with unlife and returned to the world as something far more powerful—the Sea Hags.

The Devil’s Cross

That was thirteen years ago. Now the Sea Hags lair in the middle of the Devil’s Cross, a region of constant storms bordered on four points by inhospitable rocks that have dashed many a ship to splinters. From this damned region come their minions—bloodthirsty pirates, horrors from the depths, and ghost ships filled with damned crews. No living being is safe as long as the Sea Hags and their minions prowl the Thousand Isles. A vague prophecy says a stranger will one day defeat them, but as yet, few have even tried.

The Flotsam Sea

The epicenter of the witch’s curse has created a massive hole into which the waters of Caribdus swirl. For 60 leagues all around the Devil’s Cross the ocean is a slow, sinking whirlpool full of debris from the death of a world. Goods, corpses, shipwrecks, and the flora of millions of acres float upon this Flotsam Sea, miring ships that try to ply it in its soggy embrace. The Flotsam Sea has become the hunting ground of many foul creatures. A race of previously unknown ocotopoids dwell in the muck, as do hordes of drowned sailors who have risen from the depths as loathsome undead. Still, good crews can escape this dread place. A few ships from Earth manage it every month.

The Maiden

Soon after the hags arose, visitors from another world began to arrive. The strangers claim a mysterious spirit resembling a crying girl drew them into a fierce storm. When they emerged, they found themselves in the white capped squalls of the Devil’s Cross. The natives call humans “visitors.” They seem to come from various lands in a world called “Earth,” between the years of 1400 to 1815.

A World of Magic

Caribdus is full of magic. Wizards control the elements, magic artifacts abound, and bizarre and monstrous creatures walk, fly, and swim about the land. Even the geography itself seems enchanted.

Elementalists

A few races of the Thousand Isles have learned to control earth, fire, water, and air. Earth mages help grow crops, speak with and control mammals, mend ship’s timbers, and even sunder the very land itself. Fire mages are much feared for their destructive power. They launch balls of fire from their fingertips and are devastating to enemy ships. Water wizards are wanted on every vessel, for they can heal wounds, make sea water drinkable, and communicate with the many beasts of the ocean to aid in navigation. Elementalists who have mastered the winds of Caribdus are the most valued of all. They can move ships even when becalmed, settle storms, speak with avians to find land, and toss aside enemy missiles with their fantastic mastery of the gales. Even visitors to the drowned lands— humans—can become masters of the elements, learning to harness wind, wave, sand, and flame for their own ends.

Blood Magic

The ugaks practice something called blood magic that requires the sacrifice of sentient beings. Their shamans can summon flocks of razor wings, cast deadly bolts of black energy, and—it is rumored—summon physical manifestations of their jungle gods. It’s unknown how the Sea Hags learned this magic. Most thought it was something only the Red Men could master. Octopons also seem to have some sort of black magic, though it’s possible it’s just elemental energy twisted to new uses. This is another mystery for the sages of the Thousand Isles.

Theology

Only the ugaks have gods. Other Caribduns believe in spirits and the afterlife, but do not worship them or have established religions. Many visitors still cling to their faith, but Earthly churches have gained few converts in the Thousand Isles

Source: 50 Fathoms, A Savage Worlds plot point campaign, written by Cap'n Shane Lacy Hensley and Cheyenne Wright.

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Maiden Voyage: Part 1

AKA How many crabs tall is he?

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