Even when shipwrecked on an island in the middle of the ocean, just off a trade route used only by the desperate and stupid, everything just works out for Morden Vieu.
My Pathfinder character, pictured here just before being picked up by the rest of the party on the Quiet Centurion, en route to the genie-haunted island of Cortonis. The second ship that I voyaged upon fared better than the first, though one of the other passengers did turn out to be an evil wizard working for a pack of janni raiders–things kind of got complicated from there. Long story short, I now have an adamantine chain shirt, only slightly bloody about the neck.
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