The Brine Banshee’s Rest

Spoiler Warning: Spoilers are contained within for the Skull & Shackles campaign path. I would not read this if you don’t want to encounter said spoilers.

A little song Dolce put together about their exploration of The Brine Banshee.


The Brine Banshee’s Rest

From the deep sea he called to me,
Down from the scattering debris….
He sang of his secrets and treasures too
And then there was not much left to do
But make my way below…

Down we swam, to the ocean floor,
The pressure grew louder than we could ignore.
But there in the deep where the light all dies,
Her wreckage loomed before our eyes…
There so far below…

We swam through the bow and then through the stern
And all of her secrets did we learn.
We came to the hold in the water cold
And confronted a monster from legends of old…
In the cold below…

The aboleth preyed upon all our minds,
It twisted our thoughts like a toy that winds.
We overcame its malicious play
And there does its body lie today
There in the wreck below…

We left the Brine Banshee where she rests,
Taking her treasures from her chests.
Her scattered remains yet linger there
A reminder to all of the fates we dare…
Lost to the world below…

A Tribute to Fine Scallywags

This song is one Dolce would be particularly prone to singing when around any of her crewmen in taverns on shore leave. It’s primarily something she put together for Shade because she believes mentioning him and indicating he’s recognizable by Mirielle’s symbol might allow him to move through ports with less harassment. She still has biases against Shade, but feels indebted to him and has written this in an effort to lessen the debt.

It was fun working all these names into the song. Many of them including actual details about the NPCs in question. In the end I’m pretty happy with it. Enjoy.


A Tribute to Fine Scallywags

I know you’ve all heard of the fine Lady’s Purr,
And all of the feats we’ve achieved,
But now let me tell you about every cur,
Who’s helped claim the treasures retrieved!

There was burly, stout Narwhale – our mightiest dwarf,
Who sighted the Deathknell’s sail,
And though he had come from the shoddiest wharf,
His bravery never did fail!

There was Ratline, a halfling most ruthless and cruel,
Taller than all in his spite;
Before his blade, the blood did pool
Even in his final fight!

Here’s to Narwhale and Ratline, two ragged souls –
Their lives lived with gusto and glee!
On the Lady’s Purr they both served their roles,
And died with a smile on the sea!

We’ve got Giffer, Jack, Barefoot and Shaveka still,
All three are the worst sort of folk.
Your blood they surely would eagerly spill
If they fancied the shade of your cloak!

Don’t look at Maheem with less than respect
Or he’ll lay you flat on your back!
And three perfect smiles were already wrecked
By Fipps and his trusty blackjack!

Rosie can play you a fiddle that’s sweet,
Or open your guts on the deck;
Ambrose cooks up the most savory treat
After each ship that we wreck!

Here’s to Shaveka, Giffer, Barefoot, and Jack,
Ambrose, Maheem, Fipps and Rosie,
Each of them ready to slice and to hack
Into anyone being too nosy!

Show respect to Badger with her hair all on end –
As crazy as her look’s suggesting –
And to Cog with the coin he’s happy to spend,
Lest you learn where his blades are resting!

Quinn has the gentlest hands aboard,
And Conch the most fearsome war cries!
Vixi’s the dragon of our treasure hoard,
And Owlbear’s spiked chain never lies!

Here’s to Badger and Cog, to Quinn and to Conch,
Let’s hear it for Vixi and Owlbear!
Each of their souls equally staunch
In the battles our journeys all share!

Our bosun’s the sort who revels in pain,
Shade’s skin is black as the night,
You’ll recognize him by our Captain’s cold chain
And the glow of his eyes’ red light.

Don’t forget Revel – the Shark loves to play!
And Nasha’s always on the hunt.
I do my best to keep trouble at bay,
As our Captain takes charge from the front.

Let’s hear it for Shade and his wicked lash,
For Revel and Nasha and me,
But most of all, make a toast, raise your glass
To the finest captain on the sea!

Waves

This one pivots again, to Mirielle’s perspective. No spoilers are contained in it either.

Much of it employs imagery, but I have to admit I’m rather out of practice with imagery in general… Most of my poems are far more literal and descriptive since they are written to relate stories that occur in sessions or actual mechanics of creatures (with my more recent monster poems).

All the same, I hope you enjoy.


Waves Crashing

Waves crashing with their mighty roars –
Breaking down to spray.
Mists clinging to the ragged shores
As the ship does sway.

Stars glowing in the velvet night –
Flickers o’er the sea.
Each crested wave, a new delight –
Echoes of the free.

The sun rises to greet the mast;
Toils begin anew.
The sails, by wind, are soon harassed
Glistening with dew.

Each wave carries the tang of brine,
Tainting every thread;
But silken sails with fortune twine
Where the bold now tread.

Conquering Mancatcher Cove

Spoiler Warning: Spoilers are contained within for the Skull & Shackles campaign path. I would not read this if you don’t want to encounter said spoilers.

Dolce, being the clever elf she is, wrote herself a new halyard shanty. One she can use on the ship for work, but also sing in ports to spread a bit of the tale of how the girls won themselves the treasure of Mancatcher Cove. She even worked in the lines of the poem that brought them to it. These are from the adventure path itself. The PCs encounter it at a certain point, but I won’t say anything further on that.

From blue bight’s embrace
Spy the Grave Lady’s prize tooth
With the Dawnflower’s first kiss
Climb the Captain’s wayward orb
To claim old king’s hoard

-from the Skull & Shackles adventure path

As an aside, not many things rhyme with orb. It was fun working the existing text into the song, if requiring a little bit of a mind bender to do on occasion. Anyway, as always, I hope you enjoy!


Conquering Mancatcher Cove

By hook or by crook we come to the sea!
By hook or by crook we sail!
By hook or by crook we say unto thee,
In battle we never fail!

From blue bight’s embrace, our journey began –
There in the deepest sea –
And every soul down to the helmsman
Knew what the cost may be!

By hook or by crook we come to the sea!
By hook or by crook we sail!
By hook or by crook we say unto thee,
In battle we never fail!

Oh the sharks came biting soon as we stopped
To spy the Grave Lady’s prize tooth,
And from high above in the canopy dropped
A vine that would drink our youth!

By hook or by crook we come to the sea!
By hook or by crook we sail!
By hook or by crook we say unto thee,
In battle we never fail!

We laid them all low most variously;
As guards they were remiss.
The way forward shown precariously
With the Dawnflower’s first kiss!

By hook or by crook we come to the sea!
By hook or by crook we sail!
By hook or by crook we say unto thee,
In battle we never fail!

We all witnessed a grin made of gold
And its meaning did we absorb.
Forward pressed we as would only the bold
Climb the Captain’s wayward orb!

By hook or by crook we come to the sea!
By hook or by crook we sail!
By hook or by crook we say unto thee,
In battle we never fail!

From the eye of a skull our path led us now –
Through root, and earth, and board –
And into the depths below them somehow,
To claim old king’s hoard!

By hook or by crook we come to the sea!
By hook or by crook we sail!
By hook or by crook we say unto thee,
In battle we never fail!

The shark-kin which met us we brought to an end,
Their souls were put to the sword.
Up from the depths we soon did ascend
And their treasures we brought aboard!

By hook or by crook we come to the sea!
By hook or by crook we sail!
By hook or by crook we say unto thee,
In battle we never fail!

The Story of Late Captain Wolfe

Spoiler Warning: Spoilers are contained within for the Skull & Shackles campaign path. I would not read this if you don’t want to encounter said spoilers.

This is meant to be a song that captures the most prominent stories of Captain Cyrus Wolfe, whose treasure reportedly lays buried in Mancatcher Cove. It is not one Dolce would have written, but rather one that would be circulating in the Shackles whenever old Captain Wolfe came up in conversation. I’m leaving the Spoiler warning on it because much of this information is gated behind a knowledge check so DMs should decide how much of it a player should know… So if you’re playing Skull & Shackles, as always, fair warning.

Enjoy!


The Story of Late Captain Wolfe

There once lived a pirate ’twas named Cyrus Wolfe
And a fearsome Free Captain was he!
His ship terrorized every trade lane and gulf
That was known on the rough Fever Sea.

Captain Wolfe once raided a Thuvian port,
And we all know of Aspenthar’s fate!
The captain set fire to twelve ladies at court,
And for peasants he charged them by weight!

This audacious act in the bright light of day
Earned the captain the hurricane crown!
Alas his true calling he could not betray
And the council he quickly turned down.

Let’s have a toast to the infamous pirate,
To his victories we can aspire!
Still we give thanks to be free of the tyrant,
Though his handiwork we yet admire!

‘Twas said Captain Wolfe caught himself quite a gem
From a convoy of far Katapesh.
Fair silks and fine treasures he’d taken from them,
Which he guarded with a pound of flesh.

Wolfe’s treasures lay hidden from isle to isle,
But the best of them saved til the last-
For Mancatcher Cove with wit and with guile,
And a creature he’d met in the past.

The fiend bought with his blood was one he knew well,
They were bound by an infernal pact,
And this wicked beast from the bowels of Hell,
Is still laboring for their contract.

Let’s have a toast to the infamous pirate,
To his victories we can aspire!
Still we give thanks to be free of the tyrant,
Though his handiwork we yet admire!