Monster: Ship Mage (entry)
Name: Clyde the Curse Weaver
Player line: I curse ye scurvy dog!
Enemy line: Me cutlass be clumsy, but me magic be mighty!
Description: A wizened old pirate hand, he wears tattered pirate garb, his salt ‘n pepper hair and beard are unkempt and tortured by the sea winds, on his back a turtle shell rests, seaweed hangs upon his shoulders and around his neck, on his wrist is a bracelet of shark teeth, and in his gnarled old hands he holds an oar decorated with the skull and feathers of a seagull as his staff.
Monster: Ship Mate (possible pre-evolution)
Name: Clyde the Clumsy
Player Line: I’ll swab the deck with ye!
Enemy line: It’s a pirate’s life for me!
Description: A young clumsy looking pirate (think Gilligan) with black hair pulled back into a pirate’s ponytail, his pirate clothes are unremarkable and drab, and he wields a deck mop.
The Ship Mage
There’s a large fishing town by the sea, which is a favorite haunt of pirates and sailors. It’s also a recruiting ground for eager young people who wish to join one of the many famed crews. In fact, every time a ship came in, it was guaranteed there would be a line of people trying to join up, although most would be turned away. One such fellow, by the name of Clyde, was much like the rest. He had dreamed of being a pirate all his life. He was young, full dreams and ambitions. He waited his turn in line eagerly as person after person was turned away. Finally, he reached the recruiter, who glancing at him only once waved his hand to shoo Clyde away. But Clyde was more stubborn than that. He stepped aside in the line, but stayed by the recruiter throughout the night, and into the next day. Unable to be rid of this wiry, feeble looking fellow, Clyde was reluctantly allowed on the ship. And so Clyde’s grand life as a pirate began… or did it?
It turned out that Clyde was utterly useless as a pirate. After months on board he still couldn’t hold a cutlass right, couldn’t aim a pistol or a cannon, on raids he only got in everyone’s way, and worse, he didn’t even have a taste for grog! In fact, the only thing he seemed useful for was rowing boats and swabbing decks. The crew was quick to give him a nickname: Clyde the Clumsy. It wasn’t that Clyde didn’t try. In fact he tried harder than most. But with the jobs on ship requiring strength or fighting skill, preferably both, Clyde the Clumsy just couldn’t seem to pull his own weight and always missed his mark. So, when the crew reached port once again, it was decided that Clyde should stay behind. He just didn’t seem suited for the pirate’s life.
Dejected, it seemed that Clyde was fated to live a duller sort of life. So he applied himself to the study of magic. This was one thing at least that he was good at. In fact, one of the reasons he’d made such a good rower and deck swab was because he manipulated the water a bit. But now he delved into stronger magic. He studied advanced water manipulation, transformation magic, even darker magics like curses and control over the mind and will. He was quite good at this craft, but still, he longed for a life of adventure on the high seas.
One day, noticing Clyde’s gloominess, a friend asked what was wrong, and Clyde told of his failure at being a pirate. Puzzled, his friend asked something so simple, that Clyde wondered why he had never thought of it. Are guns and swords the only thing a pirate can fight with? Isn’t magic just as good? Better even? Suddenly, all sorts of ideas came to Clyde. There were so many spells that could be useful on a pirate ship! Smiling broadly, Clyde thanked his bewildered friend and took off. He made a list of the tasks and troubles that a pirate may encounter and the spells that he could use or learn which could help. This would be his résumé, his passage back to the high seas!
And so Clyde appealed to pirate ship after pirate ship. But few would even look at the spindly landlubber, and when they did it was only to laugh in his face. But Clyde wouldn’t give up. After all, even though most wouldn’t think of pirates and magic together, that didn’t mean there was no use for such skill. It would just take an open mind to recognize the value of it.
And eventually, Clyde found such an open minded pirate. Clyde had been making his arguments for three days straight at the latest ship to port, when the captain finally came to see what all the raucous was. His name was Captain Stink Eye, the greatest scourge who ever laid eye on the seas. And now, this fearsome alpha pirate’s penetrating gaze was aimed directly at Clyde. Clyde froze for a moment, chilled to the bone by the Captain’s glare. But finally he managed to pull himself together and explain how his magics could be useful on ship. Captain Stink Eye was amused, then intrigued. It seemed ridiculous at first, for a pirate to use magic. And yet… it held certain possibilities. The Captain decided to give this strange and persistent lad a chance. But Clyde would have to prove himself a hundred times over if he were going to stay.
Straight away Clyde set to making himself useful. He made rough seas calm, gave a cover of fog for raids, and defended the ship from bounty hunters with great waves and curses. As the years went by his magics became stronger and he gained the respect of the captain and crew. Now he had a new nickname: Clyde the Curse Weaver, and a newly created rank: Ship Mage. But his greatest test was yet to come.
Far out in uncharted territory, the ship now sailed into the Ghost Seas. Named as such because even the few that made it back alive, were mere ghosts of what they once were. But Captain Stink Eye was fearsome, his men were tough, and they had the magical might of Clyde the Curse Weaver on their side as well. So into the unknown they went.
A small fog wreathed cove was spotted some distance ahead. It seemed the perfect spot to search for some plunder. But as they came closer, their presence stirred some ancient guardians from their sleep. The atmosphere began to change, where there was once only fog, now it seemed a terrible storm was brewing. The waves became choppy, the wind howled, and lightning flashed. Then, arising from the watery depths three huge Water Elementals took form around the ship.
The crew whirled into action, readying the cannons with special fireballs. Meanwhile, Clyde as Ship Mage did his best to ease the seas and calm the rains. The cannons fired, slamming into the Elementals with little effect other than a small amount of steam. The Water Elementals struck back with great waves which Clyde could only diminish by half. Thinking quick Clyde decided that if he couldn’t match their power, he would have to weaken it somehow. So he set to casting a transformation spell to make them better targets, and a curse to weaken them. Meanwhile the cannons fired, the waves crashed, and the ship came ever closer to sinking. Finally he was ready, grabbing an oar to better focus his magic, Clyde the Curse Weaver cast his spells. The Elementals were hit and began transforming into mere Water Ticks, their powers diminishing as well. The ship was relieved from their onslaught then, and the crew cheered.
However, it was not over yet. The three Elementals turned Tick, cried out for their master. Soon a massive form breached the waves. It was a giant sea turtle the size of a whale! The crew had no time to act. The titan turtle barreled into the boat with such force and speed that it was ripped asunder, and everyone was sent flying into the sea. It seemed certain that they were all doomed now, as the great sea beast turned to make another pass. Pirate pistols rang out… the turtles shell wasn’t even scratched. Clyde, worn out from his last spells, mustered the last of his strength to gain a moments control over the beast’s mind and will. It charged once again with lightning speed. The men braced themselves for their fate. And then… CRASH!
The water churned fearsomely then became calm once again. The calm seas revealed that not a single crew member was dead. Instead, off towards the cove, the giant sea turtle lay belly up. Just in time, as the turtle had been charging, Clyde had seized control. It was only for a moment, but it was enough to make the terrible beast turn sharply into the cove’s rocky cliffs. And at that speed, there had been no time for the titan turtle to change course.
It was a great victory, the pirates had won the day, and Clyde was a hero. Only one problem, they no longer had a ship! That problem was easily solved though. They took the remains of the turtle and the scattered planks of their ship and built an even grander vessel. While they worked, the turtle also provided a handsome feast. And as the conqueror of the beast, Clyde took a trophy. He shrunk down the enormous shell of the beast and wore it proudly on his back, the sign of his great triumph.
Over time, Clyde the Curse Weaver’s triumph over the turtle became only one of many great tales about the Ship Mage. Clyde remained a pirate all his life, becoming right hand man to the demon eyed Captain Stink Eye. And, following his legacy, many other ships recruited their own ship mages. First Clyde the Clumsy, then Clyde the Curse Weaver, the Ship Mage had brought magic to the high seas.