>>96885095 (OP)
You've heard of landlubbers being "all at sea", but did you know it'd just as dangerous for seafarers of all moral persuasions to try their hand on shore? Yes sir, if you're born with sea legs then you've as much chance at making it on land as old farmer joe has with Davy Jones.
Case in point - a lad I once played, not too long back. Snake-like, he was, with a body of a man and the legs of serpentine mermaid, of fiery countenance but with a head for water. Now he'd taken command of this little crew of ne'er-do-wells and scallywags, having risen from nawt but the ship's mascot to holding the respect of every lad and lass aboard. A natural swimmer, despite the unusual appendage, and fierce as they come in a fight. Only one flaw he had to his name - Ambition. A thirst for glory beyond the simple merchant plundering and royalist skirmishes.
Turns out, that one flaw was to be his undoing.
He'd had a tip, see, that a politician in a local island town was holding a prince's ransom in gold and gemstones. Payment for some-such-business, a passing transaction that would undoubtedly be shipped out by portal magic, 'stead of sending it oversea. Locked behind seven walls of aged coral, guarded by every man jack he could spare - only a fool or a loony would try their hand at seizing that booty.
Well, I can't speak as to his mental state, but the captain was certainly no fool. With a bit of dark magic from our shaman, he sent demons swimming through those streets, terrorizing the people and leading the soldiers on a mighty jig. Meanwhile, we cracked a hole in the wall and snuck inside, facing precious little resistance... Until we reached the treasury.
