Swashbucklers of the 7 Skies

Chased out of Town

Two new adventurers join the group, and the crew of swashbucklers is chased to the end of the world by an angry mob

Captain Puffin, “Embers” Jefferson and Scott Lock regroup on the Rusty Barnacle, and prepare to make way for somewhere that isn’t here before the locals get nasty (due a misunderstanding at a bar).

Meanwhile, the paranoid mystic JuJu inveigles a drink from the old drunk. Unbeknownst to her, the treasure-seeking pirate Terra Violence has her eye on the mystical spell pouch that she carries around.
Terra artfully steals the bag from JuJu, but as she slinks away her presence is revealed by the shrieking of the suddenly-animated juju-bag. The mystic pursues the thieving pirate, and a chase begins.

Terra shoots off at high speed into the shadows, vaulting over a drunk and causing a market stall to spill its wares. JuJu invokes her gift of the Merhorse and catches sight of the fleeing pirate, who glows like a beacon to one with the Sight, due the incredible number of curses that afflict her. With a gesture and an effort of will, JuJu uses her telekinetic Pegasus power to slam a flowerpot into Terra.
Careening off the ballistic pottery, Terra leaps off of a rooftop and plummets into a ship. her quick reflexes allow her to avoid broken bones, but she still crashes through the rigging and onto the deck of the Rusty Barnacle.
Unable to stop in time, JuJu follows her, and tumbles onto the deck (though she has her fall broken by Terra, just as the pirate struggles to her feet).

As Captain Puffin leaps backwards to avoid the plummeting travellers, his coat falls open allowing September to catch a glimpse of his stolen treasure map.

At this point, the adventurers become aware that the locals are advancing towards the docks brandishing weapons. The mob shouts and jeers in a fashion that suggests that they are tired of buccaneers showing them up, stealing from them, setting their tavern alight and smashing their possessions whilst chasing each other. Consequently they begin swarming onto the dock, intent on expressing their displeasure using sharp implements. At their lead is Captain Gordon Schoville, the luxuriantly-bearded pirate that the party encountered earlier.

Seeing trouble fast approaching, Terra spins an elaborate tale of her innocence. September falls for it hook line and sinker, whilst Scott rolls his eyes, having none of it. Captain Puffin has fled from many angry mobs in his time, and seeing the way that the wind is blowing he hastens to make way, loosening the mooring line.

Seeing that the crowd is approaching in rowdy and belligerent manner, JuJu exerts her mystical will. Her hair is whipped around by an eerie wind that isn’t of this world, whilst all of the shadows in the bay deepen and the lantern flames gutter and dance. The air fills with faint mutterings and half-remembered cries from beyond these shores.

The mob slows at this development, taken aback by the uncanny feel in the air. However, the bold Captain Schoville steps forward, points a cutlass in the direction of Jefferson and booms, “You singed my beard, impudent whelp, and by thunder you’ll pay!”
His gaze falls to Lock, who is remonstrating with September and Terra about the preposterousness of her tale. “Wait… that is the Vote-Breaker! There is a fine bounty of his head, lads. Get him!”

Captain Puffin stands at the wheel and reaches his hand aloft, muttering an oath under his breath as he calls up storm winds. Gusts fills the sails of the Rusty Barnacle, and knock the plumed tricorn off of Schoville’s head.

Jefferson grapples with the aft-most cannon, loading it with reagents, gunpowder and wadding.

Terra leaps up onto the poop deck, draws a pair of pistols and begins shooting out the lanterns on Schoville’s ship.

Scott Lock, born with an instinct for swashbuckling, grabs a line trailing from the mizzenmast yard and swings out in an arc over the prow of the pursuing ship, and slashes at their rigging with his blade.

JuJu whistles, and out of the stormy sky drives her Ruq. The colossal ridding-parrot voids its bowls upon Captain Schoville in a precision drive-bomb manoeuvre.

“Hold on!”, shouts Jefferson as he triumphantly lights the cannon with a gesture. The cannon thunders and belches a gout of flame and smoke into the thaumaturgically-charged winds behind the Barnacle. A smokescreen filled with blazing embers envelops Schoville’s vessel.

Rocket-propelled by conjured storm, the Rusty Barnacle and its crew of happless intrepid adventurers fall off the edge of the world…



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