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 me a pair of 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, coming all the way from [[Regna]]. It had drunk 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]], drifting in pieces on the ocean tides. Soon it would all wash away entirely, leaving no trace of my ship's 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 o' the lads survived the sinking," my first mate grumbled.<p>{{Hn|Jeremy|0=}}: "So where are we?" I asked as I got up, brushing sand off my tattered doublet.<p>[[Patris]]: "I think we are on the islands somewhere between [[Nighon]] and [[Eeofol]]," [[Patris]] replied. "And I have a strong feeling we are in quite a pickle, Cap'n."<p>{{Hn|Jeremy|0=}}: "Why would 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 get out of!" 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. Lurking in those forest depths were snakes, giant mosquitos, and other dangers. I felt as though dozens of predatory eyes were staring at us from the jungle, waiting for the right moment to lure us into a trap. Would [[Jeremy Albatross]]' last days be spent stuck 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 our way through the dense, boggy jungle. I stepped carefully, trying to avoid cutting my left foot. Damn it, am I going to find me some footwear or what? I could, of course, requisition a boot from someone in the crew-who's the captain here anyway? However, I didn't want to test the already shaky morale of our small crew for no good 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 wines.<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 here a lot back in the day, 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=}}: "How do you know so much about all of that?"<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 at the last moment and placing my foot in a safe spot. "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 turned [[pirate]]s or smugglers. This strait is a lively place after all."</p>}}
{{TErow| 8 | Fortress| {{Hn|Jeremy|0=}}: I was standing atop the overgrown walls of the [[Erathia]]n fort, observing the surroundings through my spyglass. Now that's a valuable tool--how damn lucky I am that it didn't go down 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 me new pair of top 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?" [[Patris]] yelled from below. "We rummaged 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 alright," I replied. "My ship is on the bottom of the sea, so I was set on becoming a landlubber anyway—for the time being. What do you think?"<p>[[Patris]]: "Was aboutta to suggest we drop anchor here," laughed [[Patris]], scratching his chin. "But look, this place is a pretty lousy fort. Should the [[gnoll]]s attack, we'd get 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 timber to do all that. I doubt there's much trade here."<p>[[Patris]]: "Cap'n, I suggest we scour 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 wrecked ships to build shelters and such. There's plenty of material here-just hafta to look sharp."<p>{{Hn|Jeremy|0=}}: Feeling inspired, I descended down the old, cracked stone stairs. I was kind of afraid they 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 our 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 spears and blowpipes approached [[Utopia]]. Someone from our crew fired his musket, 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=}}: Sitting near the campfire last night, I realized that two weeks had passed since the [[Black Unicorn]] had sunk. There's no greater disgrace for a [[Regna]]n than to lose his ship. Your ship reflects your status and sort of works as a symbol of you. The love I had for that vessel! So many glorious days were behind us together. Even if I managed to build or steal me 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 a 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 talk rubbish about me. I'd have to ask him, as a token of brotherly love, to find me a new ship-a better one than the [[Black Unicorn]], so that those rumormongers from [[Regna]] would think I had simply swapped my old ship for a new one. Great idea! I concede that I do love myself for this 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 one's the bigger gift...</p>}}
{{TErow| 18 | Attack| {{Hn|Jeremy|0=}}: One of the guards approached me, his face a picture of 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 timber and stone."<p>{{Hn|Jeremy|0=}}: "All right," I sighed. "I hope next time they drag off some 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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