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[i]We don't have much room aboard, but yer money's good so we can find somewhere to pack ye. Galena's Mercy only knows why yer going down to the Cutlass Coast, anyway. What? You know the tales, it's why yer here ain't it? No use hiding it, no one that pays to board is doing it for honest reasons. Yer hoping whatever yer running from won't have the balls to come follow ye there. It's a pretty safe bet, I reckon. Only the mad or the desperate go to the that devil's land. Which one am I? Bit of both, maybe...maybe I'm the reaper of souls, myself. Ha! Don't let the grim humor get to ye. Ye'll get used to it before long. It's a two week trip to Darkwater. Just keep your eyes to yerself and yer nose out of me crew's business, and things'll run smooth as rum. Welcome aboard the Skirmisher. We'll get ye there safe n' sound.[/i]

-Captain Cole Burnside. Port Nyrothlenaen, 11 days before it all went wrong.  
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Welcome to the Southlands! The New World, some call it. A land of beasts and death, but rich rewards for the lucky few that live. You find yourself in the Black Delta, a peninsula much like the Congo or Pre-Colonial Florida in our world. Only in this land, dangers worthy of Conan, mysteries of Cthulu, and peoples worthy of Warhammer dwell here. It's hot, wet, but beautiful in a way. Make sure you dress appropriately. 

I expect advanced level posts, pulpy characters, and a willingness to want to collaborate a grim and fun adventure together! I'm excited and so should you be.