Table of Ships

This table, I'm sure, is rife with historical inaccuracy. Some of the entries even make explicit
reference to magic or fantasy trappings. As such, I would recommend it be used with a high
fantasy or swashbuckling game loosely based in the 17th or 18th century.
Now, without further ado...

Your party angered the town guard one too many times. As they flee for their lives, they turn a corner and
realise they've stumbled into a private dock. But what fantastic galleon do they find moored there?
Roll on this table to find out!

The Herald of Livelli

This modest brig has seen better days. However~ between the mark of the god Livelli hastily
sewn into her mizzen, and the huge verdigris-stained ram she sports~ she still cuts a striking
profile. Her latest captain, who no doubt rescued her from being scrapped, is a privateer
renowned for getting the job done at grave cost.

The Valravn's Call

This absolutely grand ship of the line sports ninety guns, and its warhorns strike dread into
the hearts of any who fear death. Aside from its crimson lacquered decks and gold trim on the
sails, this ship is pitch black. At its head is the figure of a vast raven, wings outstretched.

The Maelstrom's Prize

This strange grey ghost baffles explanation. While some know it for its tattered sails and
foul stench, the Prize's enemies see a ship of impossible speed, belching a fire that ignites
everything it touches, even the ocean. Legends hold that its first crew- an army of horrors
from beneath the waves- carved it out of a still-living kraken.

The Tempest's Heart

On a calm day, the blue sails of this imposing frigate perfectly mirror the ocean. Its
lacquered midnight hull is covered in carvings of ocean creatures, both fair and foul. Such
beauty belies immense weapons however, the firing of which is akin to a flash of lightning
and thunder. Those that venture into this ship's hold will find the walls adorned with strange
implements and reeking of foul magic.
The Fires of Hell
Normally, this creaky black-hulled frigate isn't much to look at. She was originally built to
go down in flames, taking with her as many enemy ships as possible. After she miraculously
survived her maiden voyage, her captain equipped her with ballistae and turned to a life of
piracy. Now, sailors dread the night they should have to face this ghastly ship, her sails set
ablaze.

The Hearnland Beauty

This ridiculously decadent brig is constructed entirely from ebony and ivory, with a
cavernous interior to rival any bejeweled palace. Such a ship has no space for broadside
weapons, carrying only a gilded set of chasers, each bearing the likeness of a different
monster. While woefully inadequate defensively, these guns have proven their worth as
curiosities.

The Cock and Boar

If it weren't for its garish colours and charming crew, this cargo hauler would be rather
unremarkable. This image is intentional, of course, as its breakaway panels and labyrinthine
hold make this ship a smuggler's dream. The figurehead, a pig with a woman's body, is a
passing curiosity.

The Blue Maiden

The swift Maiden adorns herself in blue and white, and those who venture too close will find
their bow licked by flames to match. Between her huge triskelion ensign and veiled
figurehead, it is plain to the learned that her pirate crew hail from a distant theocracy, whose
scorned gods demand retribution.

The Scarlet Rout

Woe to the sailor who catches wind of rotting meat. This hideous corsair has a corpse
hanging from every deck and every mast, its guns and trebuchet belching entrails. Even its
triangular sails are stained with blood. Indeed, the only sign of life on this ship's deck is the
figurehead, a prisoner lashed to the bowsprit and left to the mercy of the ocean.

Barbegazi
This huge twin-hulled longship has a long and storied past. Its oared hulls are lined with the
shields of nobles it has served, and atop its poop deck sits the massive brass head of a crazed
dwarf. Despite its age, this ship's shallow draught and rows of ballistae still make it
formidable in river combat.
The Burning Light
This hulking Man-o'-War was first constructed as a symbol of divine wrath, and has fought
in countless wars through the ages. With eighty cannons, mortars, and a monstrous ram, its
very sight has been known to cause surrender or rout. Encasing this horror, its rugged hull is
adorned with countless ogives and gargoyles, wrought from a brass the colour of the reef.

Lord Brumbo's Feet

Named in the honour of a legendary halfling and sporting well over a hundred guns, this
white beauty is one of the most immense warships ever conceived of. Its gleaming body is
striped with violet lacquer and golden filigree. Inside its hull lie cabins fit for a visiting king,
while at its bow is a great gilded halfling with monstrously large feet.

The Consort Plague

Legend has it that, centuries ago, this festering sloop brought a great plague into the known
world. Now used as the debaucherous home of a retired gentlewoman, her brown sails and
serpentine figurehead still strike fear into the hearts of the superstitious. As if banking on
this, the boat almost never fires an actual cannonball; she instead opts for the smoke and
bluster of pure gunpowder.

The Mule
This ancient carrack was discovered and rebuilt by an ambitious half-elf. It carries a motley
array of salvaged cannons and ballistae, and its battered iron prow almost resembles a
mule's head. Between its oars and black-and-white sails, this hardy little ship is suitable for
running cargo anywhere from violent oceans to meandering rivers.

The Prayer
In centuries past, this frigate was gutted and rebuilt around a pair of the most Herculean
cannons ever known. What she was meant to destroy is lost to the pages of history, save that
it was some unimaginable evil. Now, clad in brass to match her guns, she is preserved as a
monument to despair, never to be used in any but the most dire circumstances.

The Gilt Morrow

This corsair's bright wooden hull is home to a dashing band of scallywags and rebels. The
sleek ship was built for chasing and boarding, and favours chain shot and harpoons over
powerful broadsides. On its ensign is a golden sun and the words 'No mercy for the wycked'.
The Leprechaun
The Leprechaun was originally constructed from a wreck discovered with hundreds of strange
runes burned into its hull. Swift, erratic and deadly, there are many who underestimate her
bulbous keel and crimson sails. Her cannons are always on show, for there are whispers that
they occasionally fire without load or warning.

The Old Brass Farthing

This privateer's flagship carries seventy broadsides and a frightful excess of gold filigree,
both inside and out. With a great gold elk at its head, and a green-and-black decked hull, this
ship was funded through a life of gambling. To signal other corsairs in battle, the
different-coloured ensigns adorning its stern can be swiftly raised or lowered.

The Leviathan
According to sightings, this lean vessel is clad in the bones of some vast monster of the deep.
An oppressive heat billows from its decks, and its chasers spew a hideous bile that burns all it
touches. While rumours abound regarding this scarlet monstrosity's true purpose, legends
call it a haven for necromancers and unspeakable demons.

The Loyal Benjamin

Named for a pony that died protecting its first captain, this redwood relic still serves her
descendants well. A mess of anachronistic patches and fittings, many look on this carrack
and wonder if anything remains of the original ship at all. Others pray its golden sails will
be catching wind and spreading hope to the end of time.

The Bloody Bride

This decrepit white galleon was no doubt very beautiful, once. At its bow is a silver dove, and
its rigging and balustrades look to have been spun by some great silver spider. With a stern
dominated by a decadent stained glass mural, whispers say the cursed ship was originally
meant to be a lavish wedding gift. The blades in its grey sails and glass shards hurled by its
ballistae were no doubt later additions.

The Dark Siren

Inside this decadent junk, just about every surface is carved, lacquered, and laid with
amethysts. Above deck, her violet sails are trimmed with gold, while at her bow sits a
beautiful wooden mermaid with a gilded tail. This ship's true prize, however, is the vast
music box she carries~ and the dangerously haunting melody that it plays.
The Black Sapphire
Clad in iron and soot, this vast monstrosity is like nothing else ever encountered on the sea.
While spikes and cannons beyond count line its hull, perpetual fires burn on its deck and
belch a tower of smoke a league high. Forming its ram and flaming prow is a ghastly iron
dragon. While nobody can say with confidence what lies within this black ocean fortress,
most agree it must be a portal to hell~ or worse.

The Sad Little Orphan

Among pirates, this charred husk of a frigate is known as 'the wreck that refuses to sink'.
Many a would-be rescuer has seen this wreck on the horizon, oblivious to her loaded
harpoons and alchemist's fire. By the time she unfurled her sails, emblazoned with death, the
poor hero's fate was sealed. Her interior, with its adornments paying tribute to strange ocean
gods, is only slightly less squalid than one might expect.

The Bloody Lamb

This white wreck was once a beautifully gilded cargo hauler. That was before its enslaved
crew revolted, slashed its hull and burnt any sign of decadence to ash. Now, every noble or
aristocrat lucky enough to leave this corsair alive bears the word 'parasite' as a hideous
brand.

The Hubris
One might be forgiven for thinking this great crimson beauty couldn't possibly be a pirate
ship, if the mistake weren't so fatal. Between the beautiful golden carvings, its lacquered hull
is home to countless cannons and boarding ramps, all expertly hidden. As the story goes, the
unwashed ruffians aboard stole this once peaceful ship off a hapless noble.

The Minstrel Boy

On seeing the dawn shine through this frigate's magnificent red sails, the wise know that
war is on the horizon. Once its studding sails are spread to form a vast seal of the king, its
great horns and drums will echo across the oceans to herald an armada. Down to the golden
serpents that form its sides, this warship is dedicated to one thing~ the glory of victory.

The Ravenous Harpy

Sporting ruby lateens and armour of green copper, this rugged longship resembles a great
bird in flight. When its beak cleaves into another ship, the crew throw down their oars and
hungrily finish the job with harpoons and longswords. Those who venture below the
Ravenous's deck can expect to be greeted with stagnant bilge and a warrior's stench.
The Graveyard Ship
Most agree this impossibly vast ship is a fanciful myth. The cursed few who know better live
at the fringes of society, whispering of a towering monstrosity, its skeletal hull a hideous
patchwork of the husks of its victims, its tattered sails blotting out the night sky. A faint
glow, deep in the ship's bowels, is all that remains of the souls of its enslaved. Some day, the
whole world will join that flickering light... Or so the whispers say.

Her Aetherial Grace

With its flowing silken sails and a hull of iridescent mother-of-pearl, this mythic ship pays
tribute to a goddess who watches over some distant elvish civilisation. While its silver guns
devastate without smoke or recoil, its gleaming white interior is said to amplify the senses.
Those few who have walked its decks claim that while aboard, even a simple meal was able to
bring them to tears.

The Vatrachan
With its dark hull and deep green sails, this man-o’-war almost resembles a tree from a
distance. At its bow is a great wooden toad, and while most of the ship’s interior is fairly
spartan, that can hardly be said of its vaulted dining hall filled with ancient weapons and
tributes to its noble lineage.

The Locust
This tiny boat is one of a vast armada of identical brown schooners. Where one appears,
dozens more are sure to follow, and woe to any ship that the swarm chooses as a victim.
When the job is done, harpooned spoils in tow, they can disappear almost as fast as they
appeared, leaving naught behind but vexed opponents and the telltale smoke of their filthy
cannons.

Ann Sraidwhal
Rotting and ancient, legend has it that this patchwork hulk hasn't seen the shore in
centuries. While the trees growing on deck provide wood, the vines that cover the hull provide
fruit and can be woven into nets for fish. When they crave something more exotic, this
bobbing microcosm's denizens raid cargo vessels wielding axes, tridents, and all manner of
stolen weapons.

Dokkaebi
This brown-sailed junk may seem almost preternaturally nondescript, but scratch away the
barnacles and you'll find hundreds of tiny runes scrawled across its hull. Along with its
modest ballistae and ghastly demonic figurehead, they protect a precious cargo~ thousands
upon thousands of books. According to tales, the captain had it secretly constructed around a
great arcane library she coveted. When it was done, she simply set sail.
The Thousand Seas
With its iridescent brown hull, this bulbous trading carrack is clearly constructed from a
material worthy of its exotic wares. Its bow bears a centipede, and the flutter of its triangular
sails evokes a great insect in flight. Between voyages, its galley serves as a house of
debauchery, and its normally-peaceful crew are experts with the cat-o’-nine-tails should the
patronage get too rowdy.

The Moonlit Sickle

Wherever this arcane vessel sets sail, plumes of strange glowing insects always seem to
follow. Most of the trees forming its gnarled hull are still alive, trunks rising from the deck as
masts; and while it has no visible weaponry, strange things seem to happen to any corsair
foolish enough to choose it as a target. Such whispers abound, yet not a single tale exists of
encountering the Sickle or its shadowy crew by day.