"Bloody cann'bal 'avages! Who te' hell d'they thinks thar dealin
wit'here. Cle'ner up dar lands arr nay tribal berries, the Nerves! I
'ave been losing men left and right down in 'em lost lands and the
snake still be a'comn strong. Yar boys besta' gear up for some hikin'in
them untamed lands ter meet the 'avage kingy Rhudda. Tell 'hem Holley
sent you as 'is Diplomats to renew trade. Durn 'ake NAY fer an answer!
lest ye mates care ter hang by yer necks from that ther' scale o' bal
'nce in paxlair city. Dissapoint me and yer shur' tah hang, them
berries are too valueable ta' lose right now, demand is high and
dabloons ar' ta be made." Exclaimed Kerrs as he set down his third
bottle of pirate brew ale.
The men haven't seen the commodore this mad since the King tried to
set fire to Port Baldmor. Commodore Holley had good reason to be angry
though, with the Ophidian Wars raging, the Red Dagger Pirates have
dwindled in numbers greatly. The fear that DAGR may no longer have the
man power to patrol the seas sat heavy on him. What if a new pirate
crew came and took the seas over? No, we need this trade agreement to
put gold in our treasury and attract possible replacements for those
fallen sailors. The few seasoned pirates left in the crew gathered
their resources and awaited the Commodores next commands. "Dreckfel,
Mad Jack, and Buds since ya three haver been ter'dem lost lands
countless times im sending only yous. I cannot risk losing more of the
crew than we 'ave lefts, so A'vry body not called stays b'hind." said
Holley. From there the three seasoned fighters set sail from Port
Baldmor to the Serpent pillar out in the middle of the high seas to be
transported to the lost lands.
"All this trek'in is'ar making me feet sore" complained Dreckfel.
"Keep moving ya lout erse you want'er hang by ya'neck like Kerrs said"
replied Mad Jack " won't be too long from here now anyways". After
landing in the lost lands in an undisclosed location the three pirates
set off on a two day journey through the heat and masquito ridden
jungle to finally reach their destination. The commodore was right
about the savages, they cared little for talk unless they were forced
to listen. The three pirates made themselve ready for what lay ahead.
With a roar of battle cries they launched themselves into the mix of
undead and liches until they were able to reach the wooden fort of the
savages. "We are here to speak with the-" Dreckfel did not get to
finish his sentence due to a spear suddenly striking him in the
shoulder. Buds dragged Dreckfel into a descrete clearing to bandage up
the flesh wound, while Mad Jack started off the negotiating with a
blaze of sword slashing! Before long all three were in heavy battle
against one young savage or another. They all seemed to be coming in
from nowhere and everywhere.
"Up thar, perhaps the kingy is hiding out in thar lit 'le room!"
shouted Buds as his arrow struck down yet another savage. "Mad Jack
keep these Sav 'ges busy while I try ter talkin' sence inter'em, jers'
don keel hual tem all bef 're i canst getter word in!" shouted Dreckfel
over the wounded dying. After some while Dreckfel's words got through
to them, they even seemed a little scared when he told them of Holley's
demands and conditions. The threat of more pirates coming in to finish
off their tribe sunk into those thick skulls and the fighting stopped.
Some what. One of the Savages took the list of demands that laid on the
roughly chizzeled table and exclaimed she will personally deliver em to
her tribal king. We made it clear to the Savage holding the demands
that it must make it to the king else we would return with more
pirates. Even though this was not true because Kerrs couldnt risk more
crew casualties, the Savage bought the bluff. With a grin set on each
of our faces we left the camp in haste to make it back to our glorious
diamond sparkling seas and home. Check back next week to see if
Commodore Kerrs and the Savage King have come to a trade agreement
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