You are one of many; a victim of circumstance stuck in the eye of the storm known as the Great Age of Piracy, heralded by the late Pirate King Gol D. Roger. Countless men from all walks of life have now decided to raise the black flag and spill blood in its name. A tale as old as time, one that sadly has only become more frequent as war wages across the seas... unrelenting, uncaring, and indifferent to the suffering left in its wake. Now orphaned and forced to live in a realm where there is only war, besieged by forces unimaginable. Yet all hope is not lost, for where conflict arises the allure of sweet bounty and opportunities follow suit. Will you answer the call of the seas?
Just to give you folks a heads up, I'm relatively new to /qst/ and QMing and currently a conscript so updates will be sporadic and there won't be a fixed schedule but I'll try to post whenever I can. Any tips & criticism would be appreciated.--A cool sensation spreads from your neck that travels onto your shoulder as droplets of water dampen the coarse fabric that is the linen of your rags. A couple more follows suit soon after. You huff in annoyance, yet did nothing to impede the rainfall seeping through the roof as more of it coalesces into the puddles that haphazardly formed on the creaky floorboard below. Mother nature was an uncaring bitch, and she did a number to the shack you've called home but it wasn't like you had the Belli nor time & energy to get it repaired anytime soon. Undaunted, you eventually force your aching body to make its way to the destitute kitchen in an attempt to scrounge up whatever morsels of food that are left in your pantry. Doing so in itself was a battle on its own, making do with the remaining bread and dried meats you had in place of a hearty meal which most would be eating right now after a hard day of work. You place down your...>Pickaxe>Hoe>Axe>Bow & Arrow>Book & Quillonto the sides of the table before digging in and getting a good night's rest. With the inevitable grueling work ahead tomorrow, it would be smart of you to hit the hay soon after.
>>5607474>>Book & Quillits bonetting time
>>5607474>Bow & Arrow
>>5607474>AxeCutting trees is honest work, good for body and soul.
Today would be a day like any other, you scoffed at the thought. Grueling work was to be expected… not this. You were supposed to be working at the geezer’s lumberyard chunking down trees into firewood or the occasional timber whenever the old coot had orders coming in. It wasn’t enough that Mother Nature had it out for you, Fate decided to take a crap in your cereal too. She was known to be a fickle mistress and it was apparent that she had decided to scorn you too. Some things never changed though, even in the… pickle you’ve found yourself in. The tension in your body from a day chock full of hardship, the laboured breathing, the constant aches from your overexerted muscles and the weight bearing down upon your form - your trusty axe.The unpleasant surprise that made today “unique” was the red sheen coming from your blade, metal quenched in fresh blood of the recently deceased. Guilt assailed your person but the adrenaline that had not ceased coursing through your body kept a lid from it holding dominion over your mental faculties. What was the grizzly sight that now beheld you?>The carcass of a pair of brigands bleeding out.>A mother and daughter due laying laid unmoving face down.>An old man slumped onto a tree, baubles and jewelry strewn everywhere.>The old geezer himself, staring unblinkingly into the void.Also, Roll me BO3 2d100
*Mother daughter duo laid unmoving face down
Rolled 24, 99 = 123 (2d100)>>5607522>The carcass of a pair of brigands bleeding out.>A mother and daughter duo laid unmoving face down>The old geezer himself, staring unblinkingly into the void.I think these options fit neatly. Is voting for all of them OK?If it's not, count mine as mother and daughter.
Sure, that works.
Rolled 81, 28 = 109 (2d100)>>5607522>The old geezer himself, staring unblinkingly into the void.
Rolled 62, 34 = 96 (2d100)>>5607522>>The old geezer himself, staring unblinkingly into the void.
>>5607522>The old geezer himself, staring unblinkingly into the void.
Voting closed, old geezer wins.
I'm going to sleep, I'll try and update tommorow I'll be busy
Rolls: 24, 99---Keeled over the workshop was the old man, head twisting, left at an unnatural angle. His neck laid bare for all to see, a grotesque gash that ran across his nape down to the collarbone. That single wound marred his scarred and rugged self, albeit a lethal one. The old man was a burly man that anybody at first glance could recognize he had ran the gauntlet throughout his spry years, even in death his expression stony. Underneath that stong facade, you knew better. His eyes moments before the fatal strike betrayed a hint of hurt and shock. "Fuck... oh shit." you unconsciously mutter,The gravitas of the matter at hand had started to sink in, creeping in on you. You had killed a man in cold blood, one that had clothed and fed you at the toughest of times.What did that make you? The worst type of scum, the kind that bit the hand that fed you.Sure, words were exchanged and punches were pulled. It was a tiring day and tensions had been running deep. Things were said, hurtful things. Yet it did not justify your drastic escalation. 'Now's not the time for self-loathing.' Pushing back any complicated feelings that reared its ugly head was surprisingly easy as your sense of self preservation kicked in.You had to do something now, and quick. The old coot was a married man with a wife and daughter, and there was no telling when they would arrive.The sounds thag came from the brief scuffle was loud enough that barking could be heard from the outside, lights from the neighbours had started flickering on. Both of you were a distance away from his house, but it wasn't a stretch that others could have heard his cries as you struck him down. > Book it, run from the crime scene immediately > Stay at the crime scene and > Attempt to dispose of the body > Loot the house for valuables > write in > write-in plan
>>5608601> Book it, run from the crime scene immediately
>>5608601>Book it, run from the crime scene immediately
>>5608601>> Stay at the crime scene and > Loot the house for valuables We must make money. It is the Pirate way.
>>5608601>Stay at the crime scene and> Loot the house for valuables
We need a tie breaker
Blah, couldn't vote before getting home.>>5608601>Book it, run from the crime scene immediatelyMy thinking is that this should buy us a little bit of time before the law starts breathing on our necks.