Star Metal Marauders- Highway Harvest

"Lir the elf hugh. Sparhawk looks at Lir. "I"m not sure about the "we part." You seem less beat up than I thought. Other than being the wizards acquaintance, Tell me why I shouldn't think you're not one of them, and that your other friends didn't run off when they saw us coming?" Sparhawk grabs at his bruised jaw while his already broken nose starts bleeding. He doesn't seem to notice as the blood goes into his half orc mouth.

"I'll warn you now, I'm not in the best of moods."

Sparhawk ponders Reginalds comment and reaction to the slavers while he watches Lir suspiciously. He'll also look at his collar for a pin, hand on sword.

You move off into the maze of warehouses keeping note of the numbers. You come to an intersection that’s seems fairly empty. Across the way you see the warehouse of the Baron. To your eyes the word warehouse doesn’t accurately describe this building, more like a palace.mother architecture is very foreign, looking more like what you would expect from the eastern desert nations or maybe from the Jungles of Chult. There is a real warehouse directly across that appears to be empty. A sign out front shows it is available for purchase or lease from Admiral Kursk no less.

(Short rest to heal hp while we see if little Lir can talk himself out of or into the party.)

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Sparhawk ponders Reginalds comment and reaction to the slavers while he watches Lir suspiciously. He'll also look at his collar for a pin, hand on sword.

 Looking over the frail elf you find no pin nor inclination that he has the nature of evil or mal-intent. You surmise, had you not intervened, Lir would have been bundled off on a slavers ship after they were through working him over.

Seeing no pin and sensing his good nature, Sparhawk takes his hand off his sword. "Sorry friend, my blood is still hot from the heat of battle. Tell us how you came to be here while I catch my breath." He looks at Bjorn, winking and trying to convey the message to keep a watchful eye on the new strange elf.

Lir shrugs, once again. "As I said. Sea wills it." He pauses, unused to speaking so much to another. 

"I... have been elsewhere. In communion. With...," and Lir gestures vaguely yonder over the sea. 

"No one. No friends. No blood family. Just - her. And she sent me. I came here. Then - they attacked." Deep breath. "She wills it, I came. If you refuse, I will follow. If you stop me, kill me and commit body to the water. I will not disobey her."

He sighs contentedly. "I will die in water, I know that. And be with Her. Forever."

Frangipani regards Sparhawk balefully but allows him to take the body....minus an arm she wrenches off and swallows....then she stalks after the group with contented rumbles....paying great attention as Lir speaks about home.

As Sparhawk calms from the battle and lets his hatred of Slavers subside, he listens to the man. He reminds him of Frangipani a bit. "Hum....I like you, a person of conviction and of few words." He looks at the others, "Should we let Lir here tag along for a bit and see if he can be of help?"

Bjorn grins at Reginald and Lir. "Old friends reunited, eh? Why don't you two catch up real quick." Then he mutters to Sparhawk, "sometimes bein' alone for too long makes people a little... You know." He spins a finger around his ear in the universal sign for insanity.

Continuing quietly, "sounds like he was a priest or something before. Maybe we take a stroll past some temples, and if we're lucky he'll get distracted and leave. He's not gonna make a good impression on the Baron."

"Oh great, someone just came from crazy town," Vars mumbles. "We aren't seriously thinking of keeping him with us are we? We already got one new member, and at least he seems useful. ...this one looks like deadweight." 

He looks to Lir, "If you love the sea so much you probably don't want to come with us. We're heading inland. So why don't you just scurry on back to whatever ship dumped you here."

He turns to Reginald, "He said he doesn't remember you. Are you sure this is the same elf you're thinking of?"

(lol, welcome to the game eocu! Vars is not in a good mood, but he'll lighten up after a while.)

Frangipani slid up and curled around Lir with a protective rumble of her 100kg form.

Lir gives an appreciative - and surprised - chirp in his weird Druidic argot. 

Head cocked at Bjorn and Vars. "Gods die. Temples collapse. The land will be drowned. In time."

Glances at Reginald. "I was someone... before. Someone else. But she showed me who I really am."

Again, to Sparhawk. "Lead. I will follow. One way. Or another."

Frangipani scented up the sea elfs leg trying to see if she had encountered it before......she had met sea elves before....but they hadn't been overly talkative at the time, generally it had mostly been screaming or crying but she definitely knew their scent..and taste...but there was something about this one that intrigued her...perhaps it was a malenti...some of her sisters had been half-malenti.

Crocodile Perception ( Scent) : 3

He looks at Lir. "This is Frangipani. (He points at the croc.) "She is also from the sea." Sparhawk looks at Vars, "If she trusts him and doesn't eat him, he's a friend of mine. No offense Reginald, but you don't know him that well."  "In case you haven't noticed, " He says to no one in particular, "we got plenty of crazy in this group, including me." Sparhawk spits in his hand and holds it out to Lir. "I am honored that you would join us and I hope that your goddess has guided you well." He introduces the party.

(after short rest), "Ok lets go meet our friend the Baron."

"Hmmm... maybe a knock to his head has made him forgetful? Or maybe he's under a trance from his goddess?" Reginald murmurs to himself...  He shrugs,,,,

To Vars, Bjorn, and Frangipani, (the OG's) "If folks in the Baron's employment and the Baron are wearing those spider web pins, we will be leaving quickly, but not suspiciously. WE have other work anyway." To the rest, "We are going to talk to a man we met while traveling, known as the Baron. He introduced himself to us as: Dietrich Thornston.  He offered us potential employment. However, we have a commitment that begins tomorrow, or even later today. We will weigh our options once we see what he has to offer. Be careful, I suspect our friend, the Baron is powerful. Any questions before we enter the warehouse?"

"Bjorn, notice that admiral has a warehouse in this area as well?  Interesting."

Sparhawk looks at Reginald, "There may be a time and place to address the slavers, but that time is not now. Keep your anger in check. After we leave town, you can tell us more of your experiences and we can ponder if we want to do anything."