Age of Sail

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Age of Sail Meme

Welcome to the high seas and the Caribbean, in the Golden Age of Sail—and Piracy! Hoist anchors and set sail, because there’s adventure—and treasure—on the horizon.


Roles:
Piracy
A. Ship captain, of course, would you be found anywhere else? Command and the sea, those are your callings. Along with, of course, plunder.
B. Quartermaster, elected representative of the crew’s interests, and with power to veto the Captain’s decisions whenever the ship is not engaged in battle.
C. Crew. You’re in it for the plunder, and can’t be bothered with those pesky decisions. Unless, just maybe, you’ve got a mutiny in mind.
D. Cabin boy. Lowest in rank and newest on the ship, without any sailing experience of your own, but you’ll work your way up.

The Law
E. Pirate-hunter. Maybe you’re working freelance, taking bounties where you find them, or maybe you are an officer of a royal navy, but either way, you’re tasked with bringing those lawless pirates to justice. There’s money in it, and glory for you.
F. Governor. You are the law, in your little corner of the Caribbean. Troops from the homeland, money and resources are yours, but anarchy is just one mistake away, and the pirates are always threatening your ships and those of your traders.
G. Honest sailor. You follow orders and don’t ask too many questions about them. Or the cargo.

Land-Lubbers
H. Innkeeper or Brothel Madam. When the pirates and sailors come into town, they’re going to need food, drink, and companionship. You’re here to provide that.
I. Shipwright. Ships and repairs, it’s all your business. You’re willing to serve any customer, and you don’t ask too many questions.

J. Wildcard! Who would your character be in the Golden Age of Sail?

Mix and match, pirates and pirate hunters, raid a ship or follow a map to treasure. Go get that horizon!

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[alcuin_delaunay]

"I'd like that," Alcuin said, giving him a shy smile in greeting. He glanced over at the other ship briefly, then away, keeping his eyes on the ground near Iron Bull. "I want to know as much as I can. I hope I'll be able to be of use to you as a navigator."

[taarsidath_anhalsaam]

Bull nodded. He turned to look down at Alcuin more fully. Then he asked after a moment, "You're from Tere d'Ange?" The lands far to the east of Thedas were relatively unknown, and the rather exquisite beauties who lived there almost entirely unseen on this side of the ocean.

[alcuin_delaunay]

"Terre d'Ange," Alcuin confirmed, gently correcting the pronunciation. "The Land of the Angels. Yes. It's a beautiful place, and I'm sorry to leave it." He bit down on his lower lip, shy and nervous as he regarded his new captain. "Please, may I see the maps now?"

[taarsidath_anhalsaam]

Bull nodded after mouthing the words to himself again. "Sure, this way." He turned and headed for his cabin. He pushed open the door - especially wide, to better fit his horns - then stepped in. It was at once workroom and bedroom - the bed was massive and along one wall, the table and chair behind it equally as large. The desk was piled up with the most interesting things taken from the ship, which consisted mostly of the rolled up maps.

He gestured, "Here they are, take a look." He spread out the scrolls a bit, but didn't unroll them, gesturing for Alcuin to sit in the chair behind the desk.

[alcuin_delaunay]

Alcuin took a seat where indicated, curling into the chair and unraveling one of the maps, looking it over and making as much sense as he could. He asked questions without compunction, learning very quickly as soon as Bull explained the terms that were unfamiliar to him. As soon as he'd learned the first map, he reached for another.

All knowledge is worth having. That, and the D'Angeline tenet, Love as Thou Wilt, had shaped his early life, and formed the basis of his beliefs and personality. Alcuin loved learning, and he did it very, very well, going through each map and making sure he understood what he saw.