Thunder cracked and lightning ripped across the night sky. Wind blowing sprays of water and sand into the villager's face as he hurried down the hill from the tavern. Laughing ale clinched in his hand. On the shore, he looked down at the figure in the sand through the pounding rain.
"Did ye fall lad?" the villager asks as the figure, an elderly man in tattered clothes coughs up seawater and blood from his lungs.
The villager takes another swig of his ale then pours some onto the man who coughs more.
"Doncha like our ale? get up this is no place for a nap" the villager says as he dances around.
A loud boom in the air brings the villager back to attention and he kneels beside the man, as he does the elderly man grabs the villager by the shirt pulling him closer.
"You fool...they are coming..." he says through the blood that fills his mouth.
"who? ye be talking about?"
The elderly man looks towards the sea and with his last breath breaths out one last word.
"Pirates"
The villager shakes the man and getting no response continues his walk, singing. Eventually, at the edge of a cliff, he takes a final drink before stumbling to the sea far below. The warning never to be given.
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Thunder cracked and lightning ripped across the night sky. Wind blowing sprays of water and sand into the villager's face as he hurried down the hill from the tavern. Laughing ale clinched in his hand. On the shore, he looked down at the figure in the sand through the pounding rain.
"Did ye fall lad?" the villager asks as the figure, an elderly man in tattered clothes coughs up seawater and blood from his lungs.
The villager takes another swig of his ale then pours some onto the man who coughs more.
"Doncha like our ale? get up this is no place for a nap" the villager says as he dances around.
A loud boom in the air brings the villager back to attention and he kneels beside the man, as he does the elderly man grabs the villager by the shirt pulling him closer.
"You fool...they are coming..." he says through the blood that fills his mouth.
"who? ye be talking about?"
The elderly man looks towards the sea and with his last breath breaths out one last word.
"Pirates"
The villager shakes the man and getting no response continues his walk, singing. Eventually, at the edge of a cliff, he takes a final drink before stumbling to the sea far below. The warning never to be given.
On July 1st the Prospectors face their latest challenge. Will they survive the Pirate Invasion? Will friends turn against one another and who will end up as the King (or Queen) of the Pirate Nation?
Do you want to join the adventure? Check us out at
https://calgarybigfoot.wixsite.com/prospectssmp