What follows is the campaign history of the ship The Relentless and its crew. The story unfolded on the Mythodea Denmark discord server where player from Lunorth sailed out from Ozam Har'Ol to pick up soldiers at Katzhafen an then continue their travels along the coast of the Black Ice controlled north eastern section of the Mitraspera continent. After that they wanted to travel to the continent north of Mitraspera.
The way the story was told was with (near) daily snippets and between these snippets the players were able to react and prepare for the next snippet. Hope you all enjoy our story.
He looked at the dockyard, then at the large orc next to him.
"Will it be ready in time?"
The orc went through the papers on the board in his hand
"Not with all these modification. Perhaps if you leave out some of the rooms and the fortified midenmast, then perhaps"
The man sighed. "It won't be safe without the fortifications, Ludvig. Not if we are to go all the way to the north"
The orc gave the man a hard stare
"Then don't. I've never seen a sea this unpredictable, here nor in the old world. All the docks are filled with ships damaged by it, and the Duergar will not sell anything to you. So I have to jump through hoops just to get some decent lumber. I tell you, it's suicide what you are planning"
The man looked around, blowing his pipe.
"I agree. This is not normal. But we can't let the unknown scare us away. So tell me, how long 'till it's ready?"
Ludvig sighed before he answered:
"I'll have her worthy by the end of the month, she won't be a pretty sight, but she'll be able to sail"
The man smiled
"Then she'll fit right in with her new crew. I'll better make sure that everyone is ready for the departure"
Romeo tipped his hat, looked at her and smile. His hand sliding along side the railing. "We are going on a adventure you and I"
He looked back at his crew, Anna, his long time best friend, Duncan, Rob, Tyym, Arne and all the others. "I do hope we all get back in one piece" Mublede.
He picked up the flag, smilede to himself. He went up bow, made ready.
"Please take her out of the habor Mr.Tyym"
The Relentless, newly renamed by Duncan, slowly but surely made her way out of the busy harbour. Loud cheer could be heard from the ship Horizon next to her as she rowed past. As she drew nearer the cave entrance to the underground harbour they were in, the crew could see the storm outside.
"Prepare the sails" was yelled by one of the old crew mates.
The moment she left the comfort of the cave entrance she leap forward into the storm. Everyone onboard held their breath in fear of one of the mast splitting in half.
Once outside Romeo, with his new captains coat, yelled at the man next to him "Where to now Mr. Brosa?". The man looked up at the sky and yelled back "To be quite frank sir, I have no clue, keep the coast on the starboard side for now, but keep your distance. At some point the rain gotta stop, so that I may check my star charts".
The captain nodded and yelled to the man at the rudder "Keep the coast at starboard side Mr. Thyme", the man nodded "Aye aye captain, keep coast at starboard".
Romeo looked out on his ship. Pride in his heart. "Finally on our way".
Storm lasted since their departure from Ozam Har'Ol. However this didn't hold the captain back from testing the ships abilities. While men was sick around him he continued to yell "MORE SPEED!" and only when one of the masts gave signs of breaking, did he slow the ship down. To much relief of the crew and especially the navigator Arne Brosa.
Arne was sure that they were lost. None of the men were able to keep an eye on the coast while the ship was being cast around in the storm. But then the sea calmed and the stars came out. Arne took forth his map and smiled. The were still on track. Now they had to steer around Exilia, in order to not get attacked by those pesky fish they're keeping there.
In the front of the ship were Anna. She seemed calm alongside Gniist. Both enjoying the calm sea as far as the eyes could see.
In the infirmary Niels and Thyra were patching the last men. All this bashing about had given more than a few split heads and broken limbs. Both of them grunting about the captains eager to show of on behalf of the crews safety.
Slowly however, the smell of the kitchen filled the air. And nerves settled at the thought of a hot meal and a calm night.
The calm night didn't last for long. But that didn't stop the crew and passengers from getting the most out of it. With song, full stomach and a few hours of sleep before early in the morning another storm got hold of the ship, throwing it from wave to wave once more.
On the deck Navigator Brosa managed to get to the Captain
"We must be near Exilia at this point. We have to sail away from the coast or the wildlife will damage the ship. The Doctor tells me that they have trained whales in these areas attacking any ship not marked or something like that. Any way, I do not recommend us testing the story".
The captain smiled "Thank you for your concern Mr. Brosa. I've heard the stories as well. Take her away Mr. Thyme", the last sentence directed at the First Mate who came up the stairs ready to take the rudder after having slept. "Aye aye Captain" he responded, yawning as he did so.
Under deck people was starting to getting used to the waves. Mom, the cook, almost looked like she was dancing while catching pots and pans without looking.
Less people were in the infirmary, and some sat at the table, which were strapped down, and had a game of dice.