Opening
narrator
Oh, Sundown Bay, never have I seen a
greater nest of vermin and miscreants!
Its golden fields lure innocent traders
such as myself with great promises.
Then they charge you an entrance fee,
a right to do business fee, a road fee,
an escort road fee, a protection fee,
might as well combine them into a right
to breathe fee and get it over with!
Of course I refused to give in to their
demands. They came in the night,
masquerading as pirates.
-Memoirs of Tasel, How I became
the greatest merchant in the world
oriana
This is it. Sundown Bay,
the Crescent's bread basket.
ellerie
I can't believe we're going
on a detour to buy pastries.
mince
If we're going somewhere new and we don't
check out the local delicacies, why bother?
ellerie
Because we're supposed
to be doing our job?
oriana
There is more to these pastries. Acquiring
these pastries will boost crew morale
significantly, essential to performance.
mince
That's a more elegant way to phrase
how much you want these pastries.
oriana
Believe me, Mince. The crew will have
their morale boosted. You have my word.
mince
You're really pushing up my expectations.
If their taste doesn't make me ascend
into the next realm, I'll be disappointed.
ellerie
Pastries are great and all, but that's
a lot of smoke coming from town.
And I doubt that's all from
the oven of your local baker.
oriana
There's someone coming along the
road now. He doesn't look like a baker.
(A thug approaches.)
thug
Welcome to our
town, travellers!
ellerie
What's going on
back there?
thug
That's the... annual meat smoking
competition. A great festival,
we'd be excited to have you.
mince
A meat smoking festival?
Tell me more.
thug
It's where we, um, enough
of this farce, I got you now!
(He grabs Oriana.)
Make another move,
and her head rolls!
ellerie
Now that we are at your mercy, who
are you and who do you work for?
thug
The mighty Corsair Coven, of course!
Now, drop your weapons and your
belongings, and step away slowly.
oriana
Is this enough?
ellerie
Doubt he has anything
more meaningful to say.
(Oriana slips out of his grasp, moves behind him, and slits his throat.)
thug
Aaauugghh!
(The thug dies.)
oriana
What an unfortunate
move on his part.
mince
He'd probably have better luck if he
tried holding you hostage instead.
Axes beat lances after all.
ellerie
Everyone knows that rumor was fabricated
by the Axe Association to sell more axes.
So what is this Corsair Coven?
oriana
They're the deadliest band of pirates from
Albatross Point, and- we went over this.
ellerie
It's been months since we passed there.
Can't remember all the nobodies.
oriana
Most aren't tougher than the average, but
they're led by the infamous Pirate Sages, exiled Oakhall mages who've turned to
crime to continue their illicit projects.
I heard these Sages experiment on their
own members with concerning results.
ellerie
Lindros has a bright future ahead of him.
Given who and what we've encountered, We can take on some pirates.
The town will owe us quite the favor.
oriana
You can guess what I'm going to say.
What are we going to do, not help
out and watch the village get pillaged?
mince
The pastries won't save themselves.
We've fought all kinds of people yet
it still comes back to pirates.
oriana
Easier on the conscience,
at least.
ellerie
Then it's settled. Let's go
back and get the crew.
Chief Oren won't mind a slight
delay in his escort service.
hagendire
As expected, these ants are no match for
my brilliance. Sundown Bay will be mine!
fighter
You mean it will be the Cold Caller's.
You're working on his behalf.
hagendire
To hell with the Cold Caller! I did all
the hard work, I deserve the spoils.
mage
But-
hagendire
I am Hagendire, scion of House Hawk,
descendant of the mighty hero Horn
Hawkblade and I am of the bloodline of kings from the age of Gods!
How dare they rank me as 4th in the Pirate
Sage Trio? Those peasants should worship the very ground I stand on,
so unworthy is their weak bloodline!
Yet it is I who toil away as some common labourer, I who must offer
up my rightfully earned loot? I will
never forget such humiliation.
They will forever regret the day they dared
to insult one of the Hawkblade
bloodline, I swear it to my ancestors!
fighter
Yes milord.
Very true milord.
hagendire
In fact, I did so much hard work I'm
going to have a nice nap right here.
(Hagendire leaves.)
fighter
Should we
just kill him?
mage
The Cold Caller will have his head when we
get back. No need to do the deed ourselves.
foodman
Take what you said back,
if you value your life.
basil
Your pastries taste like the days
old gunk on a poorly cleaned-
(Foodman strikes him.)
Oof!
foodman
Even now, this man dares to spew lies
and attack the honor of the Cook Cabal!
basil
Elis will be my judge! You
cannot obscure the truth!
foodman
Lads, how do you judge this man,
one who insults our sacred recipes?
cook cabal 1
Only death is the rightful
punishment for sacrilege!
cook cabal 2
Rip out his lying tongue!
foodman
The people have spoken. I'm a generous
man, so I'll give you one more chance.
How were the pastries?
basil
Your pastries...
Errk. Taste like crap.
cook cabal 1
Death! Death!
cook cabal 2
Kill him now!
foodman
Death he will be given, but not a clean one!
I'll remove each of his limbs at a time!
(The Corsair Coven and Rat Ring are in a standoff.)
corsair coven 1
So... You gonna go?
corsair coven 2
Nah, you first.
rat ring 1
Yeah, come closer!
rat ring 2
I've been meaning to
test my new hammer!
corsair coven 1
You know, I just bought my
armor. How about you go first?
corsair coven 2
Let's just wait for the
other side to break through.
purgin' pam
Between our mighty trio, Freezin' Fred,
Ballista Bob and of course me, Purgin' Pam,
the enemy won't stand a ghost of a chance!
Wait, where's Ballista Bob? He's late!
enforcer
About that, he got his head smashed in by
one of those Rat Ring. I'm his replacement.
purgin' pam
Not Bob! Never will the world again see such
a fine shot. Well, go get the ballista ready!
enforcer
To tell the truth, I don't actually
know how to use a ballista.
I only said I could so I could
be sent to the backline.
purgin' pam
Great, so now we have a
useless lump of wood here.
West House
big berd
Hmm, does this one feel more valuable?
It's smoother, so I think that's better?
woman
Die, bandit!
(Big Berd startles.)
big berd
Aaaahhh!
(Big Berd runs.)
woman
Get back here you- Oooh, my
knees aren't like they used to be.
(Big Berd runs out of the house and over to Locust, who is perched at the edge of town.)
locust
Big trouble, Berd.
It's the Seahawks, again!
big berd
You've got to be joking. Let's leg it.
Right now. This loot is slowing us down.
locust
I'll rather die than drop my loot.
They'll never catch us!
ellerie
Well, this looks like a mess.
Engage standard protocol. Kill
everyone that looks at us funny!
thyme
Reinforcements beneath the hill!
Hold on rats, this is our damn
town and we're gonna hold it!
Character Descriptions
Basil
A wandering pilgrim turned amateur food
critic. Holds controversial opinions on
cheese and has a morose air about him.
Thyme
The boss of a local crime gang and
the acting mayor of Sundown Bay.
The former might have led to the latter.
Rat Ring
A group of thieves and criminals acting
as the Mayor's enforcers. They may
have “encouraged” the Mayor's votes.
Hagendire
An exiled noble and a co-worker of
mine. Incompetent at everything,
yet still thinks highly of himself.
Lance Lass
A young lass with a mysterious past,
hiding her name and identity. No one
will find out due to her death.
Zombetty
Enjoys playing fetch and the screams of
the mortally wounded.
Soul Splice
Some kind of bizarre abomination
that could have only been made
by a brilliant mind.
Corsair Coven
Lackeys of the Pirate Sages that raid
coastal trade for both riches and for
materials used in wicked research.
Sky Scoundrel
As it turns out, aerial piracy is actually
a great idea. Provided one actually
makes enough to feed a wyvern.
Street Shark
A group of friends with big dreams
which have fallen in with a bad
crowd. None of them swim much.
Foodman
Appears to be responsible for food.
His nickname says a lot about the
state of education on the Crescent.
Cook Cabal
What started off as a passionate group
of cooks turned into a cult looking for
immortality through the perfect dish.
Big Berd
An incredibly large fellow, who must
have spent a fortune on red paint.
Can't hit the broad side of a barn.
Locust
I could've sworn there was someone
standing right here. Maybe I didn't
get enough sleep.
Loot
Just gonna yoink this while no
one's looking. Or smash it.