Black Flags

Arakor's backstory

I’ve always been on the water. Even as a child we spent all of our time on the water. Our entire community lived on the water, only to dock in safe waters during storms and then back out onto the sea once it was clear. My parents would go into town for trade or to buy what we needed, but that was the extent. I only went into the port a few times. For the most part, the sea provided. Until it was all taken away.

I remember the day clearly enough, though I don’t know all the details. I remember the elders of the community arguing with a large group of people and them calling us scavengers and pirates, taking from others what we could find in the ocean that was left behind. I don’t know exactly what was said in the end but the people got back on their boat and started to sail away. At least that’s what I thought they were doing. All of a sudden, my father is covering me and telling me to swim away as fast as I could and that’s what I heard it. The explosion of our huts and wooden building being splintered and shredded from whatever the ship was firing at my people.

I don’t remember how long after the attack before I was found, clutching a flag they must have fired at us so pirates would know who attacked this place. It was a flag with mark of the mariners. The boat that hauled me in could tell I clearly was not one of the mariners and I heard whispers of being blessed by someone named Besmara, since I clearly had been the only survivor of the attack.

For years I was the cabin boy on the ship. I learned a lot about ships and being on the water this much was fantastic. I was shown how to properly steer a boat and all the ins and outs of making her fast, reading star charts and navigating through the dangerous areas. I didn’t get to do it much but when I wasn’t doing other things on the ship, I was helping sail it.

I’ve come upon my 60th birthday and am becoming my own man(so to speak). The captain says it is time I find my destiny, but it won’t be on his ship. He sees greater things for me in the future and must find them elsewhere, though I can still count him as a friend and he will help me if the need ever arises. This is how I came to find myself in the Formidably Maid in Port Peril. In search of my greater destiny. and a good drink….

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Rami's Backstory

I was born on a ship, that’s supposed to mean something, or it does to the old timers. They say it means the Pirate Goddess favors me. Well, I guess that could be true, I’ve always felt at home on the ships and never quite so fresh on land.

Back to my birth. My mother was a passenger on a ship that was attacked by pirates. During the attack she was giving birth to me, and it wasn’t until I was born that the pirates stormed into the room and found her dying from blood loss. She said my name and then passed on. Being a superstitious lot, they decided to take me and take care of me. They said I was their good luck charm and I was raised on the ships. No one knows who my mother’s people are, but they were something unusual because I’ve always been able to see in the dark, see when people are sneaking up on me and have feathers in my hair. I’m told this makes me an aasimar, and people seem to expect kindness from me because of it. Sometimes I will, but I offer no guarantees for my friends or if loot is involved. I’ve asked people from time to time about my name, but no one has ever heard anything like it. I was told by one old crone that it was from a dead language, but I’m not sure what that means.

Otherwise there isn’t much to say. I’m the best damn archer that you’ll ever see. I can shoot the eye off of a gnat on the other side of a moving ship. And my sharp eyes mean that few can spot something that I can’t.

One day a strange man who claimed to be a priest of the Pirate Goddess crossed my path and told me that my fate would be found in Port Peril, in a bar called the Formidably Maid. I changed ship crews a few times to make it to the dump, and have been sitting here waiting ever since. If that geezer sent me on a goose chase, I’ll gut him when I next see him. Well, while I’m here I might as well have some drinks and find a pretty looking man to entertain.

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