Editing Pirates and Palms (section)

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{{TErow| 1 | Day 1| {{Hn|Jeremy|0=}}: I could hear the crashing waves as I sat on the sand, gazing at my left leg. It was bare, unlike the right one--my left boot had drowned in the shipwreck. This would not do! I'd have to find some sandals or something. My pistol was to the right of me, full of water, and therefore useless. Should any threat appear on the horizon, my sabre would be my only hope. Fortunately, it was one mighty fine blade, all the way from [[Regna]]. It had tasted plenty of enemy blood.<p>A nearby voice broke the silence:<p>[[Patris]]: "We managed to hunt down everything the sea didn't wash away!"<p>{{Hn|Jeremy|0=}}: I turned to see my first mate [[Patris]]. Though he was in his forties, that old salt still possessed great skill and clarity of thought. [[Patris]] sat down beside me and gazed sorrowfully at the debris of the [[Black Unicorn]], which drifted in pieces on the ocean tides. Soon it would wash away entirely, leaving no trace of its existence.<p>"Are we full on grub?" I asked, hoping to get clear on our situation.<p>[[Patris]]: "Enough for a week, maybe. Hell, it may be for the best that not so many lads survived the crash," grumbled my first mate.<p>{{Hn|Jeremy|0=}}: "Where are we?" I asked as I got up, brushing sand from my tattered jacket.<p>[[Patris]]: "I think we are on the islands somewhere between [[Nighon]] and [[Eeofol]]," [[Patris]] replied. "And I have a strong feeling we are stuck, Cap'n."<p>{{Hn|Jeremy|0=}}: "Why do you say that?" I inquired.<p>[[Patris]]: "There are no human settlements over here, only [[barbarian]]s and damn bloody beasts. If we don't find a place to settle within a week, we'll be overcome by famine, ammunition shortage, disease...."<p>{{Hn|Jeremy|0=}}: "Oh come on, there's never been a situation [[Jeremy Albatross]] couldn't overcome!" I interrupted as I turned to look at the jungle.<p>It was a dense, dark-green living mass, within which large bright flowers bloomed. In those forest depths lurked snakes, giant mosquitos, and other dangers. I felt like dozens of predatory eyes were staring at us from the jungle, waiting to lure us into a trap. Would [[Jeremy Albatross]] face his last days on this damn island?<p>"Hey you rogues!" I called out. "Hurry up and grab all you can carry! Let's see what surprises this cursed island has prepared for us."|effect= -20000 {{Gold}} [[Gold]], -20 {{Wood}} [[Wood]], -20 {{Ore}} [[Ore]], -10 {{Mercury}} [[Mercury]], -10 {{Sulfur}} [[Sulfur]], -10 {{Crystal}} [[Crystal]], -10 {{Gem}} [[Gems]]}}
{{TErow| 2 | A History Lesson| {{Hn|Jeremy|0=}}: We were fighting out way through the dense, boggy jungle. I stepped carefully, trying not to cut my left foot. Damn it, when will I find myself some footwear? I could, of course, demand someone in the crew to lend me on of their boots--who's the captain here anyway? But I didn't want to test the battered morale of our small squad for no reason. I have to be an example to the lads. I have to show them that I, their bold captain, don't feel a thing stepping on these accursed thorny lianas.<p>"Listen, [[Patris]]. Why the hell would [[Erathia]]ns build an outpost here?" I asked, trying to distract myself from the pain in my feet, and from worries about whether that last spike had been poisonous.<p>[[Patris]]: "They were exploring actively once, roaming across the seas, searching for new lands. Then the war with [[Eeofol]] and [[Nighon]] broke out. [[King Nicolas Gryphonheart|Gryphonheart]] urgently called back many of the garrisons. Anyone left behind was forgotten. Then after the war, everyone was busy restoring the kingdom and dealing with the elves and necromancers...." 'Twas obvious that my first mate was about to give me another history lesson.<p>{{Hn|Jeremy|0=}}: "Why do you know all of that so well?"<p>[[Patris]]: "I wasn't always a [[pirate]], Cap'n!" answered [[Patris]] with a grin. "By the way, there's another spike where you're about to step."<p>{{Hn|Jeremy|0=}}: "Thanks, but I saw it already," I grumbled, barely avoiding the spike and placing my foot in a safe spot at the last moment. "Do you mean to say that there may be [[Erathia]]n soldiers over here?"<p>[[Patris]]: Feigning optimism, [[Patris]] replied, "If they weren't killed by the local [[barbarian]]s, they may have become [[pirate]]s or smugglers. This strait is a lively place after all."</p>}}
{{TErow| 8 | Fortress| {{Hn|Jeremy|0=}}: I was standing on the overgrown walls of the [[Erathia]]n fort, observing my surroundings with my spyglass. Such an invaluable tool--I'm damn lucky it didn't sink with the ship. The island was much larger than I had originally assumed. It stretched far to the east, fading off in the distant haze. This place would be great for raids! We'd just have to set everything up nice and tidy, repair the outpost, build some roads, and tame the local cannibals and other [[Abrrgh]]s. I also found a new pair of high boots! No idea where those brainless [[gnoll]]s found them, but they fit me perfectly.<p>[[Patris]]: "Hey [[Jeremy]], how are you findin' the place?" yelled [[Patris]] from below. "We went through the [[gnoll]]s' supplies and found some food and drinking water! There's even a well over here!"<p>{{Hn|Jeremy|0=}}: "It's a nice place," I replied. "My ship is on the bottom of the sea, so I was going to have to become a land rat anyway. What do you think about that?"<p>[[Patris]]: "Yep, I was about to suggest we drop anchor here," laughed [[Patris]], scratching his chin. "But look, this whole place is unprepared. If the [[gnoll]]s attacked, we'd be slaughtered."<p>{{Hn|Jeremy|0=}}: "That's why we need a real fortress with impregnable walls, traps and strategically placed turrets," I replied, stowing my spyglass in its leather case. "The problem is finding the stone and wood to do all that. I doubt there's much trade here."<p>[[Patris]]: "Cap'n, I suggest we scout the surroundings. If there are smugglers in the area, then surely they lose some of their goods once in a while. And some [[goblin]]s may very well use those goods to build shelters and such. There's plenty of material here, you just have to look sharp."<p>{{Hn|Jeremy|0=}}: Feeling inspired, I descended down the old, cracked stone ladder. I was afraid it would reduce to dust under my new boots, to be honest. [[Patris]] came down too, startling me with a question:<p>[[Patris]]: "Cap'n, what are we gonna call out fortress?"<p>{{Hn|Jeremy|0=}}: "[[Utopia]]," I said with a smile.</p>}}
{{TErow| 10 | Attack| {{Hn|Jeremy|0=}}: Our fears were justified. Late last night, a mob of [[gnoll]]s and [[goblin]]s armed with swords and blowpipes approached [[Utopia]]. Someone from out group fired a musket shot and the terrified mob scattered into the forest. The locals weren't properly organized to attack last night, but sooner or later they will gather their courage. The sooner we raise our defenses, the better.}}
{{TErow| 14 | Need a New Ship| {{Hn|Jeremy|0=}}: I was sitting near the campfire last night and realized that two weeks had passed since the [[Black Unicorn]] had sunk. There's no greater disgrace than for a [[Regna]]n to lose his ship. Your ship reflects your status--represents you. The love I had for that vessel! So many glorious days were behind us. Even if I managed to build or steal a new ship, everyone in [[Regna]] would know it wasn't the [[Black Unicorn]]. The rumors would spread: [[Jeremy Albatross]] has been stripped of his manhood. His old tub has sunk and now he floats around in his wooden dinghy. What a loser!<p>But it's a bit early to be thinking about my return to [[Regna]]. I should find my older brother [[Bidley]]: he may be one hell of a swindler, but he wouldn't spread rumors about me. I'd have to ask him, as a brother, to find me a new ship--a better one than the [[Black Unicorn]], so that those gossipers from [[Regna]] would think I had just swapped my old ship for a new one. Great idea! I do love myself for my gift of finding a way out of any situation.<p>It's true what my mother said, that [[Bidley]] got the wits while I got the luck. Hard to say which is more important....</p>}}
{{TErow| 18 | Attack| {{Hn|Jeremy|0=}}: One of the guards approached me, the look on his face showing disappointment and reluctance.<p>"Go on, tell me what happened," I said.<p>'''Guard''': "Cap'n, er... [[Jeremy]], we have a problem with the savages. Those cowards snuck into the fort during the night and grabbed everything that glittered. At least they didn't have enough wit to take our wood and stone."<p>{{Hn|Jeremy|0=}}: "All right," I sighed. "I hope next time they drag away those good-for-nothing guards and cook them over the bonfire."|effect= -645 {{Gold}} [[Gold]], -3 {{Mercury}} [[Mercury]], -5 {{Crystal}} [[Crystal]], -4 {{Gem}} [[Gems]]}}
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