Alisa Corealis - Sunken Memories
May 27, 2018 6:53:38 GMT
Post by mechaaegis on May 27, 2018 6:53:38 GMT
The Ocean Thorn a ship as sturdy as it is ornate and while her crew often joked about having a bond that rivaled the Holy Triad her crew was also comprised of a royal band of misfits and fools. There was Jacobs, the ship captain who once led a navy along the sword coast. Buxley the quartermaster and burliest dwarf you would ever see. He was the frequent destroyer of the ships ale supply. Vysh, a cold and calm Navigator. There was the doctor and surgeon a quiet but wisecracking half-orc by the name of Garrus. The dynamic maintenance duo Darien the boatswain and Marianne the dwarven carpenter who could fix the ship in her sleep. Then there was the ships entertainment and other oversized resident Gal the half-orc. And finally there was Alisa, the peppiest Master Gunner one could meet. Together this oddball crew would drown themselves in ale with cheer and aplomb as the stars soared high. By day they’d raid ruins and pillage other terrors of the sea. Till one day after docking the Captain heard of an island full of riches never touched, Siranda it was called and as soon as this place was known Doom was spelled for the Ocean Thorn and her crew. They gathered supplies and set off. Singing shanties, hollering jokes and unprepared like all who venture to Siranda now.
As the crew ventured toward the island they began to hear the murmer of an unkown creature and all hands readied for combat. Alisa down under the deck prepping firebombs and gunpowder. Readying every cannon and crackling of fire within her hands ready for what lurks below. In a flash the scratches and scraping began to sound from below, and the ship had begun to tear apart. As the deck burst from underneath Alisa, it drove her into a panic and the fire spell she had been holding was accidentally unleashed. In desperation she called for the captain her voice filled with pain and panic. The sparks from the fire spell began to raze across the ship and slammed into the ammunition and gunpowder storage igniting the stockpile and as the explosion echoed throughout the hull she was knocked unconscious. Through the blackness she washed ashore, and in that cold dark she lost her family, her home, and the memories of a life she had lived before. The only vestiges of the life that remained: was the screaming for a captain who would never come and an explosion echoing through the night under a sheet of eternal darkness, a ragged book of various alchemical creations, an indomitable spirit bursting with a positive outlook, and laughing away a night with a warm tankard of ale.
As the crew ventured toward the island they began to hear the murmer of an unkown creature and all hands readied for combat. Alisa down under the deck prepping firebombs and gunpowder. Readying every cannon and crackling of fire within her hands ready for what lurks below. In a flash the scratches and scraping began to sound from below, and the ship had begun to tear apart. As the deck burst from underneath Alisa, it drove her into a panic and the fire spell she had been holding was accidentally unleashed. In desperation she called for the captain her voice filled with pain and panic. The sparks from the fire spell began to raze across the ship and slammed into the ammunition and gunpowder storage igniting the stockpile and as the explosion echoed throughout the hull she was knocked unconscious. Through the blackness she washed ashore, and in that cold dark she lost her family, her home, and the memories of a life she had lived before. The only vestiges of the life that remained: was the screaming for a captain who would never come and an explosion echoing through the night under a sheet of eternal darkness, a ragged book of various alchemical creations, an indomitable spirit bursting with a positive outlook, and laughing away a night with a warm tankard of ale.