Back Story

At Aum, you signed onto the ship bound to the True World of Maztica. ?Fun? they said! ?adventure? they said. Mops and rowing and hard tack you got. As luck would have it, your crew mutinied, probably out of sheer boredom of transporting troops and snooty lieutenants back and forth across the Trackless Sea. You threw in with the mutineers and headed to Maxal, as far south in the Payit coast as you go. It was a native city with a grand observatory and temples to strange gods. More importantly, the locals allowed a growing pirate community to prosper along side their thriving sea trading business. Far from the northern ports held by your former navy, you settle in and then try to throw onto a pirate ship going deeper into native territory and real adventure.


"Name and skills!?!" Barked the quartermaster on the pier as you approach with your duffel bag of all your belongings.

The quartermaster looks down until he hears your answer.

"Rogue," you say.

He tells you to accept the game invitation, create a rogue and submit it. He can help with the character and avatar after that if you want it. He will handle the forum permissions and your personal sub forum permissions where we can develop your backstory. Report to the wind mage to check for any mites or diseases. He comments that with your legs, he thought you might have dancing skills too. He looks up and smiles... thoroughly appraising you.

He sees a thin girl who looks about young/mid twenties, skin as rich as caramel with brown eyes and straight brunette hair that cascades around her face and just barely passes her shoulders. She's short/average height, but her legs are long despite that.


"Very nice." You board and head aft to a queer little creature whom everyone seemed to defer. The hands are busy pulling pins and drawing the anchor as if the ship was there just for you, and the cosmic timing of everything revolves around your arrival. The quartermaster has the gang plank raised and the long shore men shove off the boat, and indeed it was a boat. Maybe you should have looked to see that it didn’t amount to much and carried twenty crew tightly. No matter, you are master of this universe. Fortune will surely come your way.

"Got lice?" cried the creature as he jumps onto a crate to start combing through your beautifully washed hair. He is a wild halfling from the jungles of Far Payit to the north you would learn later. The halfling still wore the tribal costumes of his people though he was the wind mage for a sailing ship.

You have a chance to work various parts of the ship and meet the crew. Running the ropes is always your favorite, but even the cooking seems to be magical on this ship. The cooks boil and roast in stoneware that heat themselves. Faerun has never seen such craft or understanding of magic, you think. What you would trade for knowledge like this? You could loose all these bounds that seem to restrain you from being where you want, take what you like, use power like a god. But who are you kidding? Everyone on board seems to be better at everything you do. Your face does open doors and allows you entry to realms and fantasies, but you look for some more proof that you can make it in this world.

Who holds that kind of power? You only have these shipmates to ask, you guess, stranded on these boards, that just this morning, you thought looked so majestic.