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Gregory's LGV-R Quest


Gregory Rainsborough

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Day 1

I decided to set myself a quest, to visit every deep water port in the game (and trade there so it says when I last visited). I have taken breaks for RvR and raiding obviously but I have made sure to not cheat by teleporting, skipping ports or counting visits not in my LGVR.

This quest started on the 19th January when I began the sail from Pinar del Rio to Swannsborough but we shall consider the quest to have underway at the latter port.

 

From Swannsborough I traveled East down the coast fishing as I went, it was only after getting to Wilmington that I realised that the port doesn't recognise you've been there unless you trade there so I had to go back and sell some of my hard won fish. After passing by Little River I spotted three American Christians heading East for reasons unknown. The crew were hesitant heading into Charleston due to a Bellona sitting at the port. They did nothing as I sailed in and back out.

My journey was uneventful until l I came across the British captain Sean Bevan in a Renomee and together we sank a Russian Renommee under the command of captain Smirnoff. This was followed shortly afterwards by a French snow who refused to surrender. His name was never recovered (I forget). After this we parted ways and I continued my journey along the coast.

Disaster struck near Ays as I was intercepted by captains Hethwill and Ignatius Greybeard and fearing for the lives of my crew,  one of whom was due to be a father, we went close to the shore and left the ship. We took passage from Ays back to a British port and once again, outfitted a fine LGVR.

On the way back to Rio Seco from Pinar del Rio my crew pleaded with me to intercede and help a British trader who was being attacked by a Spaniard name Abian de Plasencia. After the retreating trader has left the Hercules was boarded and 700 doubloons retrieved from the hold. We continued on to Ays to repay the kindness to those had bought us passage and continued down the coast. We decided to celebrate at Rio Seco!

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Here is my map of the first day of my journey.

 

Key

Green - Kill

Orange - Surrender/Death

Black - Logged

 

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11 minutes ago, Gregory Rainsborough said:

Yeah I realised that afterwards but can't fill colour on paint, I will change colour for next day :)

Which makes sense if you keep a 2 color scheme ( interleaved, 1 colour per day ) along with how much time each day of gameplay was.

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Day 2

The men were restless (I couldn't sleep) so ended up getting up in middle of night to continue the quest.

Then, heading down the coast I saw a pirate in a Constitution with what looked like two ships with him. Daring to risk it we sailed towards him and engaged him for king and country. The scallywar Mephitic from the notorious killer whale clan, ORCA had only two trader brigs with him. After sinking one trader the other unfortunately escaped and after an extended battle the constitution was eventually sunk. The men required rest and sought refuge in the British port of Las Tortugas.

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imagine if this wouldnt have to be on a forum thread, but an actualy ingame mechanic with some kind of captains logbook..

Cant wait to check it later though, maybe you will meet me on my bellona again gregory ;)

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Day 3

The next stretch of my journey was largerly uneventful. I left Las Tortugas for Manataca and followed the coast around. Not a soul was seen until near San Fernando when the British captain Chieftain was spotted on a Requin near Soto La Marina. I continued down the coast but it was at Vera Cruz when a group of Spanish vessels were spotted, they were later identified as the notorious turncoats from the clan, N.

After docking safely in Vera Cruz a number of Spanish proceeded to try and trap me in the port, after patiently waiting for God to make the wind turn I made a run for it! The Spanish in their large clumsy vessels stood no chance of catching me. The threw bottles at me with messages inside such as "you're not worth our time". The crew had a jolly good laugh as we then proceeded to attack a Spanish Requin east of Alvarado. Unfortunately after 10 minutes of him running downwind he then decided to run upwind and fire balls at range. Deciding that this was no doubt a tactic to delay us my second recommended a withdrawal which was done with all due haste.

Upon leaving there were numerous vessels outside and no doubt there were more on the way! With all haste we sped towards Victoria as they had some small vessels on this occasion and I wanted, in the peace of the port to gain the measure of them. I determined that escape was possible and went north, along the way finding more bottles with messages in them saying that "I must have the OW speed book". What magic book that grants speed is unknown to me but these delusional folks kept insisting that they should have caught me, it seemed to have escaped their attention that the sailing profiles of the respective vessels favoured me in this wind.

After a time they gave up the chase as one my one they lost sight of my ship. I decided to take the decision to turn back to the ports I had missed for fear of failing my quest to visit all the known lands of the New World. I then proceeded to head up the coast and near Campeche I spotted a Spanish Rattlesnake Heavy. Alas I never learned who they were as were even for speed and I gave up the chase.

I then turned East towards home waters but we decided on a drunken night in a Russian port where vodka was cheap and women aplenty!

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Key

Grey - Inconclusive engagement

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Days 4 and 5

Okay I've gone as red as I can with this one while taking into consideration the disabled people in our little community who can't see properly :P 

I can sum up days 4 and 5 quite simply, "bugger all happened". I've condensed these two days for this reason.

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And that's as far as I've got so far, shall post more in coming days :)

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On 1/22/2019 at 6:16 PM, Gregory Rainsborough said:

Days 4 and 5

Okay I've gone as red as I can with this one while taking into consideration the disabled people in our little community who can't see properly :P 

 

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Day 6

Upon reaching Playón I was dismayed to find that my ship was impounded and I was pressed into service for an attack on Cartagena. After these truly horrific events we sailed our Bucentaure back to British waters and snuck aboard a cutter heading back down to Playón. Bottles were flying furiously through the air as angry sailors cursed and ranted and raved. Some sort of madness had descended upon many of the ships at Cartagena so we hastily prepared to leave for fear it would take hold of us as well.

As we continued east and south all was well, the wind was a pain but God eventually saw fit to let us sail north with ease.

That was until we came to Cartagena, the sight was truly terrible. A line of ships lay strewn across the harbour with bodies littering the water, we had to poke aside the flotsam and jetsam with large barge poles in order to get through. The disease that seems to have affected the men of Playón was also to be found here as men shouted and screamed that they had returned from the dead and their ships had been raised from the depths.

Deciding that it was best to steer clear of these lunatics we hastily departed and continued north. All was quiet until after we left Barranquilla sailing towards Santa Marta when a Swedish Hercules appeared. At that moment, my men hauled aboard a sealed bottle which promised loot and glory. I decided that the glory of victory was much sweeter and ordered the attack. After a short engagement the Hercules under the command of Jacopo Manfredi was captured and sunk. After docks at Santa Marta and then Rio the crew and I decided to open the bottle and see what treasures lay inside. We found at the wreck; Spanish Square Sails; a rare book, instructions aux canonniers; and greenheart logs. We ditched everything but the book at Rio and sailed on.

And with that, nothing eventful happened until we reached Willemstad where we docked for a time. There was a Russian basic cutter and Christian near Maracaibo but they left us well alone and the British Requin failed to answer our salutes.

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On 1/22/2019 at 11:10 AM, Wyy said:

imagine if this wouldnt have to be on a forum thread, but an actualy ingame mechanic with some kind of captains logbook..

@admin Please consider allowing us to have a log book in game that charts our paths in game that stores in our local fie. Maybe allow us to turn it on/off for certain voyages and maybe allow us to make a special note of 100-200 character length at a certain timestamp. :)

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Day 7

We left Willemstad carefully as we were wary of the Trincomalee sitting on the docks. The storms and wind forced us to take and eastwards route and it was with great difficulty that we navigated our way around Dutch waters.

We went from port to port hoping to find something of value to trade or something that we could raid. Nothing of note happened until, in the rain and on the horizon a Dutch sail was spotted. We quickly beat to quarters and charged forwards to attack. The men were worried that a Bellona would be too much to handle in our trading ship but with a rousing speech and a few smacked bottoms they rallied behind the idea. The battle was short as a fortunate wind shift trapped him in irons and we boarded with all haste. Captain Haem put up a valiant struggle but his men were mercilessly cut down until their morale collapsed and they surrendered.

We then headed to La Orchila in the hope that more ships would come to his aid but alas, we were not so fortunate.

As we sailed south I expected it to be quiet but as luck would have it a trader by the name of de With crossed our path. His two Indiaman were sunk, but he was permitted to leave as the men had been frolicking with him throughout the battle by shouting from the masts and didn't want to completely deprive him of his cargo. We promised to keep in touch and letters were sent back and forth throughout the day. The captain is glad to have spared his life.

Immediately upon disengaging from de With a Swedish fleet appeared at Cumana and with all haste we rushed forward to dock, throwing over our precious provisions in order to gain that little extra speed. With less than a second left until we pulled into port, the harbourmaster informed the Swedes that no battle was taking place here today. I spent some time in Cumana, occasionally looking outside to the open water and seeing more and more Swedish vessels arrived. Unfortunately I was trapped and in my despair sent out messages to the British admiralty pleading for assistance. As luck would have it, a British squadron formed of a mixture of BASTD, SLRN and others (sorry can't remember everyone) was passing close by and arrived in front of the port within five minutes. The British vessels then blockaded the port and forced the Swedes to dock up. I told them of my quest and they agree to escort me to Cariaco so that the Swedes would not trap me again. After that we left north of Cumana and parted ways, I exchanged some guns I had captured from one of de With's Indiaman for some hull repairs with Henry Turner. All were winners (except the Swedes who were forced to stop attacking helpless Dutch fleets)!

The trip from then onwards was uneventful with the exception of a Swedish Hercules and Pirate Frigate were spotted at La Blanquilla, but rushed to dock upon seeing my fearsome trader. That was until the end of my journey when a Russian Victory captained by Black Warthog engaged us outside Gay-town, following a brief skirmish the decision was made to disengage as our sails were down 40% down and the men hadn't the stomach to face another long, grueling voyage on hired transport. My disappointment in the men for forcing me into this decision left me disheartened and I decided we should stay here and rest, hoping that once they were rested they would on the 'morrow, be willing to face such fierce odds. 

 

 

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2 hours ago, Jake Newport said:

If mo kills him 1v1 he gets 200k

To promote mortar brigging, 2 million real if you kill him in a mortar 1v1 

These two made me laugh loudly. Good show, sir. I don't know what is more laughable: Mo killing Greg or a mortar ka-pow-ing an LVG-R.

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Days 8-9

It was a quiet sail northwards though a French Renommee with his two Belle Poules did shadow my journey from Kingstown. I popped into each port with these strange ship stalking me every step of the way. I hastily rushed into the French capital with numerous ships dotted around, some at anchor and others going about their business to distance shores.

The problems started there I'm afraid. Signals must have been sent because upon leaving the port there were a dozen or so French warships. I hesitated but decided that rushing out was that which they least expected and it worked! Catching them off guard I sped West in the hopes of losing them. They tried to drag our warship into several engagements but thanks to my crew's experience they were able to dodge these encounters. I did allow them to tag me outside what I considered to be waters less likely to receive reinforcements to assess their strength but decided that a mixture of 5th and 6th rates was beyond my crew's skill. I continued West and engagement some helpless French in order to see how many would again follow. In the distance though I saw a Russian Hercules. Who knows who he would join and upon joining the French side I decided that no, again, too much for me.

I headed south in the hope that the French would break off, clearly the Russian was looking for prey and I was going to wiggle my stern and look like juicy danish salted pork to get him to get close enough to engage. It worked! I attacked the Russian Hercules commanded Moreman of BF and after fifteen minutes of fighting morale on the Russian collapsed and the Hercules fled. After pursuing for a further ten minutes it was clear that he was faster at this point of sail so we reduced sail and permitted him to leave without further ado, throwing him a bottle wishing him good luck in his hunt.

The French and everyone else seemed to have lost interest in trying to sink me so I decided to dock at Saint Pierre as planned and then head to Aves for some rest.

Later I made the short journey from Aves to two other ports, so that I could put French territory behind me for a new day.

 

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