The Scro are a race of orcs who live in the depths of space. Unlike their stupid, bestial kin who were driven from space by the vengeful Imperial Elven Navy, scro evaded the elves' wrath, and are cunning and refined...though still vicious and incredibly deadly.
Usually the Scro are regimented and honourable, but every race has its outcasts..these are scro pirates, which makes them outcasts of outcasts and thus, unholy terrors! The officers of a ship soaked in blood and screams, and not unsprisingly, some of them have had a falling out...a fatal parting of the ways with a pistol ball to the gizzard!
But...but...what really goes on, eh? While one fellow seems bemused, lost in the depths of a fabulous arrya of gems...is it just pretense to avoid giving the game of assassination away or avoid blame, on the other hand, what spell or poison may he have used to rigger the slaughter?
Has the captain's imp familiar cast its spell to protect its master, to enrage the killer to murder, the victim or whom?
Is the captain enjoying seeing a rival dead..or the sight of swift efficient death...or does he lust for the flow of fresh, red blood? Well, the captain is a warlock, and who knows if he's even hungers for mortal food any more?
Ah, space pirates of Scro...not a crew you'd wish to meet!
took a lot to make this one, but fun! ;)
oh for those not used to Spelljammer,the captain's throne is a magical "helm" that propels the ship, using his magic ;)
in case baord screws the pic up again...here's the URL
www.silverblades-suitcase.com/sj/various...
Idle curiosity,is that a quasit or an imp by the chest?