It had been such a beautiful day. The sun shone on the sea as the Achaean Warship Greenhawk steadily moved across the water. The ship and its Legionaries where making their way southward to quell a rebellion that was beginning to get out of hand. The crew moved across the deck, while the legionaries rested below-decks, and the slave-drivers whips cracked across the backs of oar-slaves in the oar-deck.
It had seemed somewhat peaceful.
Then, at the drop of a hat, the storm had hit.
The ship, unprepared for such an event, was driven off coarse and now was far out in the middle of the ocean. The sails had been ripped ragged by the howling wind, and water was washing across the heaving deck, threatening to sweep sailors off the deck.
Standing at the ship’s wheel was the Captain, Edmund Hawkin, trying desperately to control the Greenhawk as it pitched to and fro on the waves. Next to him was the Achaean Centurion Thantos Grenfell, trying not to show how cold he was in full, heavy armor in a storm like this.
“What’s wrong?” he shouted angrily “Can’t you steer your own ship?!”
“I’m trying,” Edmund snapped back “but the storm is too strong! If we don’t make land soon, we’ll all be taking a swim!”
Suddenly, one of the crewmembers hanging desperately onto the crow’s nest shouted “Land HO!”
The island was illuminated by a fork of lightning which streaked across the sky; Zeus appeared to be almost as angry as Poseidon that night.
“Come on!” the Captain shouted as he spun the wheel “That Island’s our only hope to survive this storm!”
As the ship made his way there, an enormous wave came crashing down towards it. The Captain and the Centurion barely had enough time to shout “BRACE YOURSELVES!” in unison before the ship was smacked.
Achaean Player Intro:
You are an Imperial Legionnaire.
You wake up surrounded by driftwood and drowned soldiers. Weapons and armor are scattered across the beach, all of which you don’t recognize as your own. It’s a foggy dawn, and you’re surprised to be alive.
As you stagger to your feet, you hear shouting, and turn to see your commanding officer, Thantos Grenfell, striding along the beach, his dented helmet under one arm, and a angry glare in his eye.
“Wake up Maggots!” he barked “You’re not on shore leave yet! If any of you plebeians are still alive, form up and move out! We need to scavenge what’s left from the wreck and prepare for an extended stay on this place!”
As you gape at him, he stares at you and yells “What are you waiting for? MOVE OUT!”
Crew Member Player Intro:
You are a member of the crew of the Greenhawk.
You wake up surrounded by broken crates, barrels, and other ruined and destroyed stores from the ship. Various parts of the ship are scattered across the beach, in addition to your drowned comrades. It’s a foggy dawn, and you’re surprised to be alive.
As you get to your feet, you hear shouting, and turn to see the Captain, Edmund Hawkin, making his way towards you. He looks rumpled, and you guess that he’d rather be sleeping than stagger around the beach looking for survivors.
“Hey,” he says, staring at you like he doesn’t recognize you “Thantos is organizing the others. It looks like we’re going to be staying here for a while.”
As he moves off, he calls back to you as you stare at him “Come on! We’ve got no time to lose. Who knows what’s on this gods-forsaken island?”
Slave Player Intro:
You are a slave or criminal serving on the Greenhawk as an oar-slave.
You wake up, and turn over to see that you are still chained to the person who sat next to you on the ship. It doesn’t look like they made it out; it’s fortunate, as their dead body helped you to float to shore. As you start away in revulsion, you see that there are more bodies scattered across the shore.
As you struggle to rise, you feel something strike you hard in the face. As you hit the ground, you feel something like a foot press into your back. Through the haze of sand in your eyes, you look up and see the hulking form of an oily man known simply as Brute. He is – was – the Slave Master on board the Greenhawk, and, unfortunately, he spells the end of your short breath of freedom.
“Wot’s th’ matter, slave?” he grins at you through a mouth full of broken teeth “you fink that you could git away? Fat chance!”
He releases you only to crack his whip above your head and shout “Geddup, maggit! We’re ‘ere on shore leave, an’ you need to make yer master’s a spankin’ new ‘ome!”
As you stagger to your feet, you arch your back in pain as he strikes you hard as he guffaws “Waddya waitin’ fer? GIT MOVIN’!”
Welcome to Stranded. This RP follows the struggles of a shipwrecked crew attempting to make their way off of an uncharted island, and centers around what strange things lurk at the heart of this mysterious place.
You can participate as either an Imperial Soldier, a member of the ship’s crew, or one of the Galley Slaves. I would prefer if you signed up as one of these three groups instead of some other type of character, though I probably could work in passengers of one kind or another on the ship.
Character Creation Criteria:
The main goal of this Campaign is to have a Human centered group who are citizens or aligned with the Achaean Empire in some way. Arguments can be made for members of other fractions being on the ship as passengers, but I would prefer to have more of the set three classes.
If you need help on creating characters, check out the articles in the Character Creation board, in addition to the article on the Achaean Empire which should help you in creating Imperial Military characters. After creating your character, please link it into the topic when responding to this post.
I will accept mage or Demon-kin characters, but I will not have any Werewolves or Vampires. Both would be extremely hard to pull off in this campaign, though Magi and Demon-kin would be easier to have in this, though I would prefer to have a cast of regular humans, but it’s up to you guys I guess.
Please remember: if you plan on joining, please try to stay active. I will most likely kill off your character if you go inactive for too long or leave, especially in this setting.
This is more about my posting schedule than yours. If you talk to my NPC characters, I will write short posts to respond to them. Major DM posts will be posted on the weekend (most likely on Sunday), or whenever I think that they’re necessary.
Thantos Grenfell: Imperial Centurion (NPC)
Greenhawk Crew Members:
Edmund Hawkin: Captain (NPC)
Brute: Slaver-Master (NPC)
Jon: Galley Slave (NPC)
Nigel: Galley Slave (NPC)