Valley of the Sun - 50 Fathoms

The Shore at Swindon

“At least I don’t have a monkey named after me!” -Kraken Jack to Captain Anne

After a brief stop in Baltimus, the Poseidon crew made way back to Swindon to see how things were going in their new protectorate. A few exploding pinatas led them to trail of Garth Glut, brother of Garron Glut the town’s former ruler who was not happy about losing his title. With a cunning plan they dispatched Garth and crew, claiming a Kieran cutter for their own. After prompting some “inspiration”, they learned the Prince of Ograpog was rumored to be alive and held captive by pirate Francois Lolonois in Tulago. Will our heroes undertake a daring rescue attempt? Will they die trying? Sail on to find out!

The Maneaters!
"Now you get to roll on the incapacitable!" -Dan
The crew of the Poseidon took on the plundering pirate captains from Earth, Anne Bonny and Mary Read. After a good fight, our heroes vanquished the deceitful duo, providing them an extended tour of Davey Jone’s locker. Now what danger lies ahead? Sail on to find out!
City Watch? We don't need no stinkn' city watch!
Curse ye! May the flesh fall off your bones!


Our fearless crew once again stared danger in the face without a blink. In Bristo they took possession of another golden triangle, but only after taking on a few monkapes. After enjoying some hospitality and another fine meal in Tulago, they continued South to Swindon where they had a little run in with the local city watch. Gronk found a new toy- a “talking” skeleton.Where did One Eye’d Bob go anyway? Local heroes or wanted murderers? What happens next to our heroes? Sail on to find out!

That Lazenby scum, a good French meal, and rice farming

Quote of the week: “I don’t know what sword you’re talking about, and it’s our anyways”. -Kraken Jack

Our heroes escaped the burning Mansion of Bruno Baltimus and located the safe-house of treacherous Edward Lazenby. After risking their lives to free him from a false kidnapping, they made their way to Xaxa, enjoying some well deserved French cuisine. Then off to Lanos where they solved the mystery of the missing rice farmers and dispatched opium smugglers under the thumb of Mao Ping. What adventure lies ahead? Sail on to find out!

Death and Sharksteaks at Baltimus Manor
This week's T-shirt: "Welcome to my world!"

Our fearless crew donned their best evening attire and ate and drank their way through the late night soiree at the manor of Bruno Baltimus. Despite Jack’s alcohol induced vertigo and Gronk’s gluttony (can you say shark steaks?) our heroes were able to dispatch Bruno, thanks to Chef Seratos and Anne’s guile. Will they take Versalis and escape with their lives? Will they burn to a crisp? Sail on to find out!

Adventure and intrigue in Baltimus

The Neptune and the Poseidon are back in Baltimus. Our heroes rescued Cornelius Crumb from his imposter and delivered Rana Racen to safety. After foiling an assassination attempt on Edward Lazenby, they continue to search for clues. Where is Lazenby? Who is Mannie Morkan and why does he really want Bruno Baltimus dead? How many eclairs can Gronkreally eat? Sail on to find out!

The Black Prince and Calib's Rock
Tales of underwater treasure

The crews of the Neptune and the Poseidon learned of the dark history of The Black Prince and its ethereal Captain Iago Alfonso de Toledo. They made their way to Calib’s rock where they solved the mysterious pit and claimed its treasure. Having made land back in Baltimus, what adventure lies in store for them next? Sail on to find out!

Somewhere Beyond the Sea
Not the song, a message in a bottle

Dearest Cousin,
I wish that I could tell you that all was well here in Dunnich, but alas, the tidings are grim indeed. I envy you your escape to the adventuring life aboard the Poseidon. I am sure that you have fared much better than our poor village. The fish have abandoned us. At first, they grew less and less. The fishermen started to have problems with their nets being snagged and torn asunder in the waters. What few creatures they did manage to catch were unwholesome in shape but we were so hungry that we tried to eat them anyway. They tasted foul, and ships were lost without a trace. It seemed the sea itself had turned against us.

It was decided that we needed a new worship to redeem our livelihood. I heard whispers that the church was used for ceremonies that would have been deemed blasphemous by some, and the other inhabitants of Dunnich withdrew into their homes and ventured out less and less. The rain came, and the streets became rivers of mud, draining away what little topsoil we had so the crops failed too. So we grew even hungrier, and a wan, listless gaze became common to our folk. A few ventured out to the beaches and sea caves, searching (so they said) for the pitiful remnants of our fishing hauls. Perhaps they did find something after all. We survived after a fashion. These days, my mind is not so constrained by pure moralities anymore. To survive we needed to embrace new friends, Lydia said. She said she would teach us their ways, the old ways…

My hand, it trembles now as I write these words. It is as if I feel an unwholesome thing wriggling inside me, disturbing both my mind and body. What was I writing about? Ah yes, the new friends. They let us survive, to be sure, but it is not always pleasant. The worship bell calls us to them. Perhaps the bell called them to us, a beckoning, lonely sound that echoes far to the sea. The beckon sounds and we muyst answere. You must answer too. I will put this message into a glass bottle the Sea will carry far away. Perhaps it will reach you, perhaps not. The messag is the important thing, I must try to cncentrate on it, to drown out the sounds of the crashing waves that beckon to me.

In the town ther are few signs now. The unceasing rain haff washed them all awaye. Thre is a curious new shoppe that has as its SIGIL a gleaming colour that also beckons you to look at things. I will go to there aftere I haff finished this message. The message is important to me, or was. I will try to rmember, perhaps. I shall snt this messag awaye upon the Sea. The dark, brooding, soulless Sea to warne you away. It is too late for me. Too late for this towne. But I wish you well. I rmember what it was like to be aman onetime. I shall goto the shoppe and gaze in wonder at the SIGIL there and perhaps write you again with a questionne, a nmportant questionss…


The Horror at Dunich
The Horror at Dunich. Our fearless crews defeated two ghouls, the nefarious Elder Horatio Grimes and evil cultist Lydia, Lady of the Church of Good Friends. In a narrow escape from the Octopon Half-Breeds, the adventurers made their way back to Neptune and The Poseidon. What adventure lies ahead? Sail on to find out!


Captain's Log #8 - The Poseidon

And so our journey continued, having freed the shipwright and his daughter from the foul tyranny of the Kieran Emperor Jannis Jant, we took our stolen people and goods to the north and closer to Arfk and the trading city known as Kaja. It would be a nice change of pace from the treacherous seas near Torath-Ka. As we travelled north, the cold winds were slowly growing stronger but a strange sight appeared upon the horizon! Flames that seemed to touch the skies and burned upon the ocean’s surface. It was here that we discovered a lone surviving Kraken, one who had been sent out to secure this powerful device from the middle of the sea that would supposedly be a powerful weapon against the Sea Hags. While my fellow captain seemed hesitant to risk her newly acquired ship in such a dangerous venture, I cannot deny feeling a thrill at entering such dangerous seas. Every test I pass helps secure my name as one of the greats of these waters, I’ll become famous one day.

It was agreed by the Company that we would head into the fiery blaze and secure this sphere from within. My ship, the Poseidon, took the lead and ventured forth into the flames. Danger arose on every side, the burned wreckage of lesser ships and captains littered the burning waters but we were successful at entering the core of these dangerous waters. Within laid a sphere of gold, etched with arcane symbols that I cannot fathom. It was a massive thing, huge and requiring both ships to tow it out from the depths of that hellish place. No sooner than when we began to make progress, we were beset by a horde of devilish salamanders! These foul creatures, native to the Croaker Mountains, must’ve been living within the fiery waters and feasting upon the poor souls who became caught within their burning web. The battle was fierce but quick, both crews becoming victorious. It seemed they had made their home within a burned wreckage, a wreckage that contained my new eyepatch! I humbly accepted such a kind gift from the Company and could feel a surge of power run through me. It was as if I more aware of my posture, how to present an intimidating form! I will use this gift well, as I am not above using a more forceful presence to convince my enemies I am correct.

When we escaped that dangerous place, we were greeted by the massive chip of High Admiral Caspian, the last admiral of the Kraken Fleet! Legends were whispered of the man, an admiral of amazing skill and more than a rival for even Duckworth. Rumors had it he was dead, others said that he was simply waiting for another opportunity to strike down the Hags. His ship, even though it showed the damage of his last conflict with those terrible beings, was still a thing of magnificence. He explained that they had lost hope that they would ever receive their secret weapon, a weapon that had a cost too dangerous and unknown for them to be willing to use previously. We made it clear our intent was to destroy the Sea Hags and save our world and the Admiral, though suspicious of our ill-mannered ways, agreed to hold onto the sphere until the day we needed it. A bone whistle was gifted to Kraken Jack, a single blow of it would summon the last Great Ship and bring our weapon to bear.

After leaving the Burning Sea behind, I finally convinced the beautiful Rana Racen that our purpose was not of ill purpose. She is as beautiful as the shining lights in the most northern reaches of Arfk and I find her passion for justice just as attractive. She has been dining with me privately now within my cabin and I hope to convince her that my interest is not simple carnal lust. Alas, every day we get closer to the Free Towns, the closer I get to losing my chance! I hope that my skills, daring, and fellow passion to revive Ograpog will show her that I am more than some common cur. Regardless though, we made our way at last into Kaja to unwind with some drinks, celebrations, and a splitting of our collected bounty.

While the men celebrated, I spoke to a fellow Masaquani named Caleb Candelas. The man was in mourning, having lost his brother in the far north of Kaja hunting blue bears. He made an offer for us to collect his brother from whatever danger he may be in, and he would show us to the wreckage of The Arkanaus. Eager for treasure and to bring the man some form of closure, we drank heavily that night and set off in search of his brother Caylen. We had the grael known as Narf lead us into the wintry wastelands, heading days north of Kaja where we stumbled upon an encampment in the white beyond. There were frozen statues outside, almost like human figures, when we stumbled upon and hunted a duo of Blue Bears. Their cries led to a number of Yetis to appear, foul creatures that attacked from the snow with surprise on their side. Yet they were not enough to stop us, the Company and I slaying them quickly and efficiently. It was then that the true threat roared up from the deep with a shattering of ice! An ice drake!

This terrible creature sent chills down my spine, but we held firm and confronted the terror. Something stirred in me and I stood forward, challenging the beast with a fiery intensity that sent a chill down its spine. The beast hesitated, unsure of the crew and I, and we leapt upon it without hesitation. Without a single casuality, we slayed the drake and claimed its horde for our own. Within its clutches, there was a battleaxe that seemed to catch my eye. I took the weapon as my own and found that it was enchanted as well. This fact, we learned, when we were attacked returning with our haul of treasure as well as Caylen Candelas. Once we returned to Kaja, we reunited the brothers and found the treasure of the sunken ship with their assistance. They were a little hesitant to split the treasure with us when there was such a difference in the cut but I convinced them of their need for a trustful crew. Too often have I led the Company to what I believed to be great treasures and instead, it led to a paltry sum. I will not be fooled again.

On our way back, however, we heard a tale of Marcus Smythe who was a one-armed man seeking vengeance against a whale that took his arm, crew, and happiness. Having headed to Kaja for that exact purpose, as well as feeling a connection with the man as one with his own crippled feature, we recruited the man and hunted the white norwhale known as….“Frosty”. After two days of sailing, we found the hunting grounds of the mammoth beast and set sail to hunt the beast down in just a single longboat. I could see that the men thought as mad, and perhaps I am a little insane, but the thrill of the hunt could not stop me from grinning as we entered the ice flow. All around us was chill death, the great beast not even respecting us enough to find us as threats. With rifles, harpoons, and courage, we struck! The battle was hard, dangerous, and we almost met the spirits that day if it were not for the mettle and skill of our crew as well as the capable abilities of Kraken Jack and Seratos. We successfully hunted the beast, slaying “Frosty” and bringing in a massive norwhale as our first hunt. Though the smell is horrendous on the deck and I’ve restricted [[:rana-racen | Rana] to the lower decks, I cannot help but be gleeful at the prize we have caught. Many riches are now ours in just a few days!

We set sail for Kaja, to sell our bounty and then set sail for the Kehana Flumes! There are items that we must harvest for the mages of Caribdus as well minerals we can find to enrich ourselves further. Soon, I think we shall secure our little fleet as privateers and truly begin to rein in the wealth we need to secure Caribdus’s freedom and salvation. Mother, Father, I hope you are seeing this and I have not shamed you too much. I will bring greatness to my family name and will bring an end to the Hag’s terror!


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