Come all you mast-heads,
Come all you harpooneers,
Sing out for him, well
My order shall be clear
All you mast-headers
You've heard these words before
It's your blood money
This broad bright ounce of gold Demons and Wizards, Beneath These Waves
"I have love of a lady who lives on the land
But my life with the mermaid is ever so grand.
Would you go to my lady and ask her for me,
May I marry this mermaid that lives in the sea?"
And that was the story she heard from the crew.
Her tears, there were many, her choices were few.
She went down to the sea, the ships bell to ring
And this is the song that she was heard to sing... Excerpt from Captain Jack and the Mermaid
Criminals. Pirates. Sailors. Youth.
Whatever your reason, you find yourself on the ship Golden Voyage, a young hopeful out on the seas for their very first time. The sailing has been smooth going all the way, accompanying the accomplished Captain Jack on a standard trading run to Zeritas, to the far north. Black stormclouds have began to gather over the sea, however, impeding the trade route's path...
I am really not sure how to present this game. This will be a sea-based campaign primarily, with twists and turns, and heavy influence drawn from metal music, Gaelic folk songs, a number of novels, and my own twisted imagination. The two songs above are heavy influence for this game, which I hope I can do justice as it rolls around in my skull.
I have already tried this game once, but it failed due to my inability to cope with the classes - primarily because everyone was making their own, and I couldn't hope to manage to balance 20+ classes at the same time, even with help. So here it is, Attempt 2 at Beneath These Waves You'll Sleep, set in the ocean-dominated world of Aalia.
You won't be disadvantaged for very long. Remember that they'll take longer to level up, so you'll be getting class levels quite faster than they will (You'll be level 3 before an LA +1 gets their 2nd class level, and level 4 before an LA +2 does).
Also, include book and page numbers when you're asking for things. I'm not searching through every book for it. Song of the White Raven seems fine, though.
Ulfheoinn Skarl "Ravid Wolf son of the Raven"
Crusader of Cor
Lawful Neutral Appearance: Clad in the skins of bears and wolves, linked together with thick lengths of chain; silvered hair, and glowering bestial red eyes. To look upon the man one could see madness personified. His type the natives; the true natives of Illansiuk were a rarity. Almost as feared as the psions that called that region home. Ulfheoinn was a perfect example of this; silent and brooding, standing two heads above the tallest of men. Etched upon his hard face was a bestial fury that could only be contained with his gentle, intelligent eyes. Two orbs of ice blue, holding tales of pain and anguish, the fuel for his berserker fury. Personality: It would be hard to write off Ulfheoinn as without personality; he like any animal holds a distinctive set of traits that set him apart from any other. Though his silence gets to be a bit of a problem when dealing with anyone; a trait that is less a stoic lacking in manners, and more a personal weakness and insecurity over his grasp of the common language. In many ways he is more bear than man, keeping his own personal den and holding a rather lackadaisical approach to the chores of the day. He much like a bear prefers strong flavors, whether sweet, spicy, sour, or salty. Though silent he is rather a pleasant person to be around; his natural musk acts to attract those who have a nose for animals, and his massive frame with his rather gentle nature seem to make him somewhat of a gentle giant.
These traits are very, very much changed in combat or when he is frustrated. Though Ulfheoinn communicates normally with gestures and grunts, when angry; a rare though momentous occasion, his screams of fury could shake the courage of any mortal man. Rumors abound about the extent of it; though the truth is most common sailors haunts have blacklisted him due to the incredible damage he has wrought upon both patron and bar alike in a fit of rage.
Poetic Excerpt: Book of The Skaldr
Wearing the skins of the bear; the pelts of the wolves, Cor's holy warriors.
Howling fury, sons born unto the valkyrja.
Stand against and above; the chosen einherjar.
Entrusted the gift of berserkrgam; they live with a blood lust incomparable.