Amazonian pets

[Lionblade]

Setting: A fantasy world of lush tropical forrests, rolling plaines, and raging seas.

Characters: Sailors and Amazon warriors

Plot line: A group of shipwrecked sailors wash up on a sandy beach that boarders a dense raine forrest. There they encounter a group of amazons who promptly capture them and press them into service as laborers and breeding stock.

I would like to leave the details of this rpg as open as possable and see where it grows according to the players individual preferances.

 

[Lionblade]

The storm wracked seas tossed the trading vessle "Celion" like a leaf on a breeze. As lightning flashed overhead I saw my crew scrambling through the rigging in a desperate attempt to reef the sails.
Then I heard it...the sound that surely ment death for us all as the Celion struck a prevously hidden outcrop of rock. Timbers shattered like matchsticks. the masts and rigging collapsed to port carrying over a dozen souls with them. The deck canted sharply to starboard and waves crashed over the gunwales. I was swept off the bridge and then...Everything went dark

 

[Colin203]

Light. Slowly, words began to come back. I wasn't dead. My fingers flexed into wet sand and I felt myself face down, the smell of the sea in my nostrils, the sound of gulls, the crash of surf.

Slowly, unsteadily I dragged myself to my knees and tried to focus. Not far away was a shoreline, dunes held together by grasses. In the distance the land began to rise more steeply.

Looking around there was flotsam and jetsam everywhere; as well as bodies. Some still didn't move, though one other sailor was stirring amid the chaos.

 

[Lionblade]

After a series of painful false starts I finaly manage to rise to my feet, swaying and naucious but determined to live and to haul those that I can back to life with me.
Taking stock of our situation I first eye the sailors who stir and groan , no more than a dozen out of the origonal compliment of sixty that made up my crew. There seems to be debris everywhere, though to my mind more like little oppertunities for survival carried in by the tide.
"Ranghearst , are you with us? " my first mate answers my call and begins to stumble toward me....