Cursed: Pirates of the New World (RPG) (Page 3 of 4)

((Ok, thats good, I'm assuming you work for the Royal Navy? just one question....why is she green?

Ok, I'm going to try to put a bit of a limit on captains now.....I have 6....9 if you count Alo and my two. Apologize to the others))

Renavel was still shaken from the encounter with the undead.  Riff, who had left to try and save the crew members that had been torn apart, had been pulled back on to the ship by the crew.  She could see the island in the distance now, glowing in the pale moon light.

The captain walked up beside her and leaned on the railing.  "What were those creatures?"  she asked, almost scarred to know the answer.  The captain explained the story of the cursed and how they came to be.  After he was done, they stood there, not saying anything for a little while.  It occured to Renavel that she did not even know the captain's name, let alone how he had come to be in such a position.

"I'm awfully sorry captain, but it seems to me that I never learned your name," Renavel said rather shyly, figuring that she should have known his name for some time now.  "and if you wouldn't mind telling me how you came to be here yourself, I think I've told you my side of the story, I wouldn't mind knowing yours."

Ren found Riff, and since she really wanted to understand the whole mutiny deal that the current captain set up with the ex captain, she asked Riff.

"So, exactly how did Captain John lead his mutiny?"

"The mutiny against ol' Cap'n Kidd? Oh, it's a lovely story. Sit down and lemme tell ya."

Ren sat on a barrel, and Riff began.

"Well, I dunno if the Cap'n already told ya or not, but Cap'n Kidd was an idiot. He really got us into a lot of crap situations. Even though I was only here during his last few months as Cap'n, I an' the crew could easily tell you a hundred stories! Anywho, the current Cap'n got a bunch o' the crew to strike up against Cap'n Kidd, revealing that he was a lousy captain of a ship, and everyone voted him out."

"What happened to him?"

"Well... d'you really wana know?"

"... Yes."

"He walked the plank! Somewhere down near the bottom of Africa. Tiger shark got him."

"Eww.."

"That ain't the half of it. We watched him get torn apart."

"Well, that answers my question. Oh, and why is there red paint on the ship?"

"Cuz... red ones go faster."

"What?"

"Just go along with it. An' get back to work."

With that, Riff went back into the crow's nest with his telescope.

Kennedy inhaled as he stepped onto land.  Tortuga always was a nice place.  And right on cue the clouds parted and the moon rays caressed his skin causing his true form to surface.  Rotting skin and bone were revealed as he and the crew stood, pale in the moonlight.  James turned to the others and addressed them, half his jaw bleached bone and the other rotting skin.

"All right.  Let's move.  How about we show these men who rules the seas and land?  Keep it silent.  We make our grand entrance a bit later."

James and the crew silently crept along the dock the clacking of bone against wood heard. 

"I tell ya mate *hic*.  I seen 'em before. *hic*  All rotting and bony.  They were *hic* terrible to look upon!  The Cursed crew!"

"Ya think so lad?  I cannae believe all this.  Tortuga has really done a number on ya?"

Two men were wandering on the dock.  Speaking of the cursed.  How ironic.  The drunk man turned and saw the Pirates.

"Shee!  I told ya they were no myth *hic*."

"Come now lad.  'Tis only the rum spe-"

The man's face blanched with fear as he looked upon the fearsome skeletal crew.  He managed to turn to run but fell to the ground, Kennedy's hatchet impaled in his back.  The drunk man looked on in terror.  He drunkenly turned hollering up a storm as he went.

"I knew they were coming!  Me grandma was right!"

BANG!  A shot from behind Kennedy was pierced the night.  The drunk spun to the ground but was up again holding his arm as he ran to the city.  Kennedy whirled and faced the Cursed who had fired the shot.

"You idiot!  Now the whole town knows."

The man shrugged.  "Who cares.  No one is going to believe him.  They'll just think he and some drinkin mates had a heated argument."

Ah well.  Sneaky is too much work anyway.  Have fun boys."

Drake began to run, picking up speed until he flew across the ground as fast as his legs could carry him.  This couldn't be happening. 

He's dead!  Dead!  The expedition was doomed to fail.  He can't be back.  It's impossible... 

Drake's thoughts went around in a steady repetition of this, as confusion took hold.  His sprint across the city tired him quickly, and he was forced to lean against an old shambling building for support as he caught his breath.  In the distance, he heard a scream, that was cut short all too suddenly.

No.  He's here.  It's the only explanation.  He's here, and he's bringing death along for the ride.

Drake bolted into the city, drawing his swords and hoping that he wasn't too late.  If he had survived, then this city was in dire peril.  Drake doubted anyone would last this night.

Bane stood at the bow, overlooking the dark seas. "Captain." A raspy voice said from the shadows behind him. Bane turned slowly, a falcon cried, swooping behind the mainmast before any detail to its appearance could be gleamed. A man stepped from behind the mast, standing in its shadow, a Falcon with a hood over its eyes was perched on a heavy leather glove on the man's arms. The man stepped out into the moonlight, his skeletal for revealed. He slowly caressed the falcon, as it screeched again. When the moonlight hit the bird its true form was revealed as well. It stretched its beak, and ruffled its feathers, which had gone from a dark black to a dull grey. "There is fighting at Tortuga. Rumors of Captain Blackmoon and his crew." Bane nodded. Tha Falconer was able to see through his birds eyes and communicate with it. His views were trusted. "Helmsman!" he yelled " Take us to Tortuga..."

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John opened his mouth to answer, but one of the crew stumbled up to the railing, leaned over the edge and vomited.  John nodded apologetically to Renavel. He walked over to the drunk crew member who was still leaning over the railing and placed a hand on the man's shoulder. "Get some rest, mate."

The drunk looked up, flecks of his dinner still in his beard "But offi.....offi*hic*c...lucifer..I'm not as think as you drunk I am" he muttered, slurring his words heavily

"Go on." John said again. The drunk stood, and grumbled something before stumbling off.

John stepped back to his original position. "I have come to love this ship, the crew, and a number of other things. I may grow to love other things as well, but that is for fate to decide." He answered calmly, then continued to watch the ocean as he waited for Renavel to answer.

The Dread Morrigan Blackmoon breathed his cigar smoke deeply as he scanned the landscape of Tortuga. His crew should be deeply nestled into the town. No longer requiring oxygen, they simply walked beneath the waters surface along the distance between the Harbynger's hidden position and their arrival point on land.

These people should fear me, and they will...

Hello, hello, hello!  It has been a looong time since I was able to post so lets just get down to business, shall we?

Name: Skoll
Age: Unknown, presumed to be ageless
Gender: Male
Nationality: Norse (No, really, he's Norse)
Occupation: Cursed?
Appearance: He stands about 7' 6'', is incredibly muscular and has a thick brown beard and mustache that seem to cover his entire face.  He wears a shirt made of animal hide and trousers.  He has a helmet with the crest of a wolf and hasn't bathed in an age.
Weapons: Generally a large ax and a shield, but he has been known to use whatever he can get his hands on.
Ship:(If captain) Ragnarok, a longboat with the figurehead of a wolf.
Captain:(If not captain of ship)
Brief History:(Optional) His history is a mystery, but he and his crew believe that he (Skoll) is the personification of his namesake and will destroy the world.  (Google "Skoll" to find its mythological background)

Skoll burst upon his fellow Norsemen as they were eating their breakfast of pork and mead.  “Ready your breakfast and eat hearty... For tonight, we dine in…Tortuga!

The Royal navy's Grâce à Dieu captained by Richard Goodlad, who had recently been promoted to commander, Floated idly about 1200metres away from the port of Tortuga, screams echoed through the air. sending chills down the marines and the crew. but not richard or major sharpe. they stood relaxed, untensed on the deck.

"Sharpe.....get the men ready. looks like where going to war" he glanced over and said to sharpe

Sharpe nodded instantly and threw Commander Richard his smoothbore Musket.

"MARINES! suit up! prepare to lift this attack!" Sharpe shouted to the marines, within seconds marines ran out from the lower decks, muskets in hand and readied.

Richard drew out his rapier and turned to face his marines and crew,

"men and women! this will be a battle to remember! we will safe this town!" Richard did a 180 turn to face the town and swept his rapier in an arc to point towards the town!

"if we fail, i'll signal with a firework cluster. then you bombard the town and obliterate it, pirates will not survive!.....marines with me!" He shouted as he boarded the small boats.

with that 30 marines, mjaor sharpe and richard headed to Tortuga. the platoon of men thought they would be fighting pirates, human pirates........

...you expect 32 men to take the whole pirate town of Tortuga?

Kennedy cursed under his breath as a lady took out two of his men.  Give them a bit and they'll be right as rain.  A few Red Coats came into the street with Blunderbuss drawn. 

"Fire!"

Kennedy was knocked off of his feet into a wall.  He pushed himself up a took out one with a flintlock.  The others were hastily reloading their guns.  Plenty time for James to take out his hatchet and cleave into the man's skull.  Down to 2.  They both took out their swords and rushed him.  Kennedy backpedaled as they came upon him.  But being Red Coats they couldn't quite work as a team.  When one hesitated as his comrade was in the way Kennedy took the time to run him through.  Seeing his friend with a sword out of his midsection the other turned and ran in terror.

"Typical English."

Kennedy rounded the next corner and saw a bar.  As it was covered he appeared to be a normal human.  Strolling inside he saw some dirty looking characters sitting in the corner drinking.  Throwing his hatchet he got one of them in the arm.  The others got out of their seats and made their way to him.  Sighing he stepped into the moonlight coming from one of the windows and they beheld him in his true form.  All the other patrons turned tail and ran leaving the bar maid and the injured pirate to fend for themselves. Kennedy stepped forward to finish the straggler off.

Obviously this barmaid wasn't completely helpless.  Before anyone could blink a knife was whizzing through the air impaling itself where Kennedy's heart should have been.  But as most of the Cursed, he had removed his long ago.

He smiled a toothy grin.  "Good try lass.  But your luck has just ran out."  He calmly walked over to the man with the hatchet in his arm. 

"P-p-please sir.  I have a family.  Kids.  2 daughters and a wife.  Without me they cannot survive!  Please spare me!"

Kennedy regarded him grimly.  "All joys in life are temporary."  The man could only stare at the sword in his chest.  After a bit he slumped forward, all life drained from his body.  Kennedy took a cloth from a table and wiped his hatchet and sword clean.

"So you are going to kill me too?  I am not afraid to die."

"What is your name?"

"Mary."

Kennedy turned to Mary.  "There are fates worse than death."  He turned and smashed her over her head with the flat of his hatchet.  She fell to the floor out cold.  Two of his men stormed into the entrance adorned with gold and jewels.

"Lookit what we found.  It shines eh?"

"Marx.  Finnigan. Take this her lady back to the ship.  Why let a pretty face go to waste eh?"

The other two laughed.  Grabbing Mary, they began fighting over who should carry her.  Kennedy ignored them and travelled to the basement.  Something caught his interest.  Barrels marked stash. He made his way over to one and lifted the lid.  Inside was a fine, white powder.  He picked a little pit up and inhaled.  Snuff.  This would fetch a fine price on the market.  He climbed back up the stairs and saw Finnigan and Marx still fighting. 

"Quiet!  Both of you.  There are some barrels down there marked 'Stash'.  Bring all of them back to the ship."

"What about the pretty lady?"

"I will take her."  Both of their faces visibly fell as they shuffled downstairs.  He slung Mary over his shoulder and headed back to The Harbrynger.  Once aboard he made his way to the cells and threw her in.  This was a very good pillage indeed.

Bane saw the flashes typical of gunshots in the distance. Even better, he could hear the screams. They soon docked in an out of the way natural harbor. His crew disembarked, eager to kill, maim, and loot. They rushed through the streets, ready to find what they could. As Bane ran though the streets a man jumped out from a building and attacked. Bane kicked the man away, pulling his sabers out. He charged at the other, and he was grabbed and thrown, but he snagged the pirate's vest, pulling him after him. The other was a cursed. The man climbed to his feet and looked at Bane. "Captain V-Vane.....I-I didn't know! Ple-!" Bane stabbed the pirate in the chest, the blade finding the man's heart.  As the pirate died ((don't know how to have a cursed die yet...)) he walked away, he was slightly surprised that there were others here. He would seek out their captain.