$8.00Captain Samira

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Cursed Immortality Season 2 - (4/4) The Deepborne - Curse of Greed  Description Had you asked for a “Captain Samira” two centuries ago, sailors would have regaled you with tales of the Vastari Empire’s most daring freebooter and her immortal boarding crew, sailing the seas in an ebony vessel named The Swift In the service of the empire, she was sent out to disrupt supply ships, ambush merchant convoys, or sink flagships single-handedly. Samira was happy to sail freely under her own banner, only following her commanding officer’s instructions insofar as completing her assigned missions. Due to her and her crew’s sailing prowess, she completed these assignments with so much time to spare that she would go plunder ships and raid coastal towns of her own choosing. It was a harsh and dangerous life - and the life that brought Samira joy.Yet as the Vastari empire restructured its military, her commander, a stern old bloodsucker named Varin Tanquerros, deemed her an unreliable asset and sought to bring her back in line. Alongside a grand restructuring of the imperial fleet, Samira was to exchange The Swift for a heavy frigate by the name of The Serenity and would be forced to escort convoys of other ships to their destinations, only entering battle it attacked first. As much as Samira and her crew hated the very idea, they had drunk from the same Bloodwell as her commander and were thus unable to disobey his direct command. The onboard Bloodwell of the Serenity ensured that this blood oath could not so easily be shed. For many years they sailed their ship in boredom, itching for any sort of combat they could get themselves into. As “luck” would have it, after years, a dwarven guerilla ship armed to the teeth with the heaviest cannons gold could buy, ambushed the convoy Samira escorted. The only warning shot that was fired tore through The Serenity’s rear, Samira’s quarters, and to her amusement, the onboard Bloodwell. Samira quickly ordered her crew to prepare for combat and sailed at full speed towards the dwarven ship. Upon boarding, the blood-starved Vastari created a massacre that dwarven sailors to this day mention in hushed voices. After the battle was done, the Serenity’s crew began tallying what would need to be repaired in the next port. Samira knew that the damaged Bloodwell presented an opportunity, and forbade her crew from mentioning it. Though most didn’t know why, her officers Sullivan Clawford, Finnegan O’Conor, Shuck Clester, and Fisk Darrington were all briefed on her scheme and enforced the mandate of silence whenever necessary. It took years until the blood oath had finally worn off to the point Samira could disobey Varin. And so she did, in the grandest of fashions. Sailing to Varin tanquerros’ hometown, she declared her official resignation from the imperial fleet, resignation from all military ranks, intent to hunt for whatever ship may come her way. To underline her declaration, she had stripped her ship of all extraneous materials and ornamentations. These materials had been melted into a massive brass cannonball by Finnegan O’Conor beforehand, which Samira personally fired towards Varin’s portside residence. The now-freed Samira and crew sailed off with a good portion of the fleet in hot pursuit. But Samira’s lighter ship easily avoided capture by the heavy warships, and she managed to sink three of her seven pursuers in high seas combat. Her life of piracy had begun anew. Many decades later and half a world away, Sullivan learned of a lost temple of Levia from a disgraced priest. Even the quartermaster, Sullivan, was sure that a lost temple would house some extravagant booty or perhaps an artifact. Not one to let such an opportunity pass, he reported this rumor to Samira, who immediately agreed with his assessment. She had plundered merchant caravans, imperial ships, raided towns and ports, but her career had been sorely lacking in lost places of divine worship. Even more fitting, she thought, that a temple of the ocean goddess would be her first. Finnegan was sent to “convince” the priest to play tour guide for Samira and her crew. It took a single showing of Finnegan’s trademark “smile” and the priest was more than willing to comply. The journey took weeks, as the temple was located on a lost volcanic island in the southernmost sea. There, the priest led Samira, her officers, and a handful of other crew members to a cave that stretched so far below ground that not even the highest mountain turned upside down would have reached the bottom. Going ever deeper, where the moss on the walls was slowly replaced by dripping water, then a fluorescent fungus, and then foul-smelling algae, the expedition party had spent over a day below ground already. The crew remaining on the ship became uneasy but held steady. It had been a while since their last meal, and there was nothing to be seen that would have made for easy prey. Meanwhile deep below ground, the crew had finally reached the sanctum of the sunken temple. This gigantic carved room where seawater leaked through the walls, strange corals covered the cave roof, and many sharp-shelled mollusks covered the floor, had been Levia’s greatest temple in times most ancient. Right in the middle of the room, a barely recognizable statue, eroded by salt and age, held aloft a trident. With greed in her eyes, Samira went forth to grab a hold of the weapon, ignoring the priest’s cries about a curse and signaling her comrades to silence him for good. They had found their booty, marked the way on the way down, and so had no more need for the whimpering man. Right as Fisk drew his knife, Samira wrenched the trident from the statue’s crumbling hands. All hell broke loose. The cave entrance collapsed, and the roof seemed to follow suit, letting in swathes of seawater. Samira’s head was filled with an earth-shattering, drowning voice that spoke to her of the deepest depths, of the fate of those lost at sea, and of the crushing pressure. Nearly overwhelmed, Samira refused to let go of the trident.  Around her, her companions seemed to suffer similarly. She could see Finnegan holding his head in his hands as if to keep it in place. Fisk was grasping at his mouth and throat in panicked motions. Shuck seemed to be trying to hold his spilling intestines on the inside. Sullivan simply collapsed as his body began to fall apart. The other crew members were not as resilient as the officers - out of the corner of her right eye, Samira could spot the priest turning into a saltwater fish. With seawater up to her chest, rocks crashing down around her, and her crew dying or in agony, Samira finally formed a reply to the voice that had been filling her head since she had reached for the trident. You do not frighten me. The voice replied.  You resist? Now that is intriguing. Fine. Child. To them. Through the salt in her eyes and the darkness of the depths, Samira could see a massive shadow approaching. She felt a slimy grasp around her waist lifting her into the waters, and looking to her crew, saw long, rope-like tendrils moving toward them. She did not know how she would survive the ocean: Despite being Vastari, neither she nor her comrades could breathe water. She braced for death as she was pulled through the collapsed ceiling into the icy waters. But she did not die. Water filled her lungs, but she felt no pain like she had done so many times before when going overboard. Through the dark waters, she could see her crew unlike she had ever seen them before. Sullivan’s failing body had become carapaceous. Finnegan breathed through the gills of a shark. Shuck’s spilled innards had been held in place by a massive shell grown around his entire torso. Fisk’s angler eyes saw through the darkness to her - and he gave her a grin. The tendrils pulled them all through the waters for what felt like hours, but eventually, they surfaced. Samira still held the trident firmly in hand as she and her commanders approached her ship. At first, the other crewmen were uncertain about who approached them, but one of Finn’s toothy smiles and Samira’s usual barking of commands quickly convinced them of who was facing them. She stood at the prow of her ship and pointed the Krakencaller toward the east. A gigantic beast latched onto the hull from below and began pulling. “I think we should pay a visit to our old home shores. What say you, boys?” Intriguing, the voice chimed in again. With a cheer from the crew, the Deepborne began their first raid. Details This Product comes with an unsupported and presupported version. This product contains the following parts: 32mm Base 40mm Base Captain Samira DnD 5E Datasheet Get a 40% discount on this model by joining my Patreon! You can also order physical copies at my shop on Only-games!