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Tessa Adventures A D&D Campaign
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Ongoing, First published Oct 04, 2024
It all began with a moment of... well, let's call it poor judgment. I stumbled upon a cache of pirate paraphernalia, a treasure trove of sorts, hidden in a forgotten corner of the docks. My eyes, like a magpie's, were drawn to a particularly ornate compass, its intricate carvings hinting at untold secrets and, perhaps, a touch of the uncanny.

Driven by an irresistible urge to possess this maritime marvel, I absconded with the compass, a decision I now deeply regret. Turns out, it wasn't just any compass; it belonged to a particularly ruthless band of pirates. And now, they want it back.

It seems that the compass, far from being a simple navigational tool, is imbued with a potent magic, guiding them to untold riches and, apparently, fueling their insatiable thirst for vengeance.

The truth is, I never intended to cause such a ruckus. My only desire was to possess a pretty compass, a relic of the sea that would surely fetch me a little coin.

The question now is: how does one outsmart a band of ruthless sea dogs fueled by a desire for vengeance and a mythical compass? I'm not certain, but I'm working on it. Perhaps a clever ruse, a well-placed distraction, or maybe just a really, really fast rowboat. Whatever the solution, I need to act fast. My compass caper has landed me in a storm of trouble, and only time will tell if I can weather it.
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