Durham University Treasure Trap presents
A Price On Your Head. A Debt On Your Soul.
Third-Year Goodbye 2013
Birch Hall Campsite and Field Centre
7-9 June 2013
It has been weeks since the sails of Lipari the Pirate King, Avatar of Ishmund, have been seen at sea. The dockside taverns bubble with rumours of murder, mutiny or capture. Without him, the knots of truce which bind all pirates are beginning to fray.
Then comes the call, fluttering on flags and curled up in bobbing bottles. There would be a Conclave, a gathering of most feared and powerful pirate lords upon the seas. It would fall to them to take up Lipari's mantle, or to tear it to ribbons.
The place will be Lipari's own hidden island, known to move about the seas of its own accord. In living memory, only the Pirate King had dared dock on this blighted cove. Some say it is haunted. Others say that it is cursed. A few say that any horror is worth the plunder that Lipari has been stowing there.
Drifters from every ocean have washed up for the Conclave, from the wind-battered islands of Erin and Albion to the sultry shores of the Ancient Empire, from every port in the Middle Sea, from every race and trade. Each of these crews has pillaged and plundered its way to power among the fractious fleets of freebooters and still hunger for blood and gold.
But they have more than just each other to fear. Beyond the reef, the East Hansa Trading Company circle like sharks, ready to take the seas for themselves and reduce the wild waves to a series of shipping schedules. And on the island, every shadow seems to hold a memory of times thought forgotten and the screams of the forest creatures are just a little too harsh.
Treasures abound, but what will they buy you?
Can silver pay for your freedom?
Can gold buy back your soul?