Lost Sands
The fate of Golden Sands is in your hands! Secure supplies to help rebuild with Merrick? Or answer the summons to ensure it remains in ruins with the Servant of the Flame and the Reapers?
![[object Object]](https://i.imgur.com/8BxOdWm.jpg)
Hunter's Path
Merrick
Tina
Sharon
![[object Object]](https://i.imgur.com/BmnbudX.jpg)
Servant's Path
Servant of the Flame
Servant of the Flame
Servant of the Flame
Reaper's Smuggler
Reaper's Smuggler
Cloaked
Cloaked, by the Servant of the Flame. Even the strong must have their secrets. No matter how brightly the flame of ambition burns within you, discretion can still have its place in your plans. The wisdom is a lesson learned from my father, who has taught me what a thousand scholars could not since our reunion. He will see that I have listened. That fool, Merrick, discovered our Relic Caches, but others shall be buried in their place. The island known as Golden Sands shall be golden no more. When the energies stored within our Rowboats are released, the Relics shall shroud the island once again, driving away all who seek to trade there. Thus shall we drive the Companies back beyond the Devil's Shroud, keeping the waves free for those who deserve them. Pirates, for All Eternity.The Reaper's HideoutDigging Up Trouble
Digging Up Trouble, by Merrick. Some would say that fog is a sailor's worst enemy. If you ask me, that's only 'cos they've never had to tangle with a hungry Megalodon! Even so, they might have a point. Flameheart knew that an island covered in clouds would be no use to anyone, least of all the Trading Companies. Once the fog had rolled in, the Reapers could hide there in plain sight, summoning their Soulflame Captains and stirring up other sorts of trouble. At long last, Belle figured out how they'd done it. Dark Relics, buried all across the Shores of Plenty in such a way as to shroud the Outpost. Now we're out here with shovels in hand, digging up Relic Caches and smashing 'em to bits. Once we're done, Golden Sands should start to recover...Smugglers' BayFinding Help
Finding Help, by Merrick. Once Flameheart's Fortresses had been cleared out, the Bilge Rats swept in to take the prisoners home — except they didn't have an Outpost to go home to. Larinna found 'em all places to stay, but they were scattered here and there across the seas, and not everyone believed Golden Sands could be saved. Something told me Wonda would be keen to help, and my instincts were spot on. She was still livid that Flameheart had kidnapped her in the first place. Once Wonda was with me, the others soon agreed to join our cause. Never get on the wrong side of anyone who makes pointy things for a living, says I! We're not heading to Golden Sands right away, though. Belle was very clear about what has to happen first...Cannon CoveHomecoming
Homecoming, by Merrick. Here we are then, back at Golden Sands at last. It doesn't exactly feel welcoming, but I'm putting on a brave face to keep people in good spirits. Truth be told, I'm worried that Flameheart and his Reapers will get wind of what we're doing out here, but there's no turning back now. What we need most right now is... well, everything. Tina and Sharon have volunteered to find supplies, so at least we'll have something to drink. Problem is, Rowboats can only get you so far. If we're to bring back all the supplies I'm after, we'll need a ship — and a ship needs a crew. If I can get word to Larinna, I'm sure she'll send pirates our way. Golden Sands was a beautiful place once. With their help, it can be again.New Golden Sands OutpostMasked
Masked, by the Servant of the Flame. My mission has brought me to a familiar shore; once the lair of one whose betrayal still casts a dark shadow over all that we accomplished together. I cannot comprehend her disloyalty. Not I, whose devotion to Father was so pure, it cut through the thrall of my Cap'n and set me free once more. From the day she gave me my mask, we worked diligently to create a sanctuary for those who still value true piracy. She toiled above as I did below. Even when we parted, I felt no sorrow, for I knew that the culmination of our work was nearing. That soon, Father would return to claim his throne. Her sister, at least, had the courage of her convictions. Let the Warsmith stand against us with her broken heart, and have it taste my blade...Wanderers RefugeSealed
Sealed, by the Servant of the Flame. It has been too long since I thought to write a journal. I had forgotten that it can offer fresh clarity, even when one's destiny is known to them. Before I understood that purpose, I would dutifully note down the events of each day in my log. The scrawlings of a child, of course, but... soothing. Wods could be dangerous, the Warsmith told me. If our true intentions were discovered too soon, The Reaper's Hideout might never be completed. Now that our secrets have been laid bare, my words can be a rallying cry to all who wish to see the seas unchained, and for the door to be opened... Until then, our work must continue. May the flame burn!Cannon CoveSetting Sail
Setting Sail, by Merrick. Here I am again, back on the ol' Sea Post and staring out at the waves. Used to be I was quite content to watch the world pass me by. Not any more! When Belle and I were stranded on the Killer Whale, she filled me noggin with all sorts of stories. I reckon she's been to every corner of the Sea of the Damned and back. After all of that, coming home and picking up a fishing rod just didn't feel the same. Thing is, I never expected to see her again, so thought I didn't have much of a choice. Then last night, I heard the sound of her buoy ringing up from the deep. Turns out she had some unfinished business, and a mind that I could set things right. I've got a lot of work to do, but if Belle believes in me, maybe ol' Merrick really can be the one to save Golden Sands...Stephen's SpoilsVeiled
Veiled, by the Servant of the Flame. The Veil of the Ancients. A romantic name that belies the true potential such an artefact possesses. The power to move freely between worlds... The interloper, Belle, has done much to frustrate Father's plans. Unlike the complacent Pirate Lord, she needed no prompting to interfere. Now the Veil has been denied us, its stones tumbling from our grasp and into the lap of those who lack courage enough to make use of its power. My journey has cost me dearly, including my cherished Silver Blade — lost first to the Shroud, then to witless pirates, then to the sea queen herself. No more. I shall not suffer another defeat. I shall not disappoint Father again.Twin Groves
