Shipwrecked in Saltmarsh

Dain blinks.  Twice.  Obviously a bit disconcerted, he shakes his head, humphs out a snort of disgust at having his time wasted, spins on his heel and marches back into the shop.  Stoking up the forge once more he continues to work on the pieces in his order list.

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     Fianna walks over to the cell to get a look at what appears to be the problem with the sick prisoner.  She does not get too close to the door, though, as everyone has heard of the sick inmate ruse.  If she sees anything that truly looks emergency-ish she will send FinFin out searching for any guards they can find.  There must be someone else in this building?  If not, FinFin will go to the place she first went before being assigned this duty, and try to find a guard there.  Otherwise, Fianna waits...

     "I've sent for help, someone should be here soon," is Fianna's standard reply to calls from the prisoners.  She feels slightly bad about the situation but as no keys were left there is nothing she can do to help the prisoner even if she had a way to help him.  She could put him out of his misery, she supposes...  But no.  Not on her first day of work.

Kraddock and Edgar arrive suddenly, startling Fianna. "Shift over!" shouts Edgar, even though it's still several hours before midnight. 

Kraddock adds, "Fireborn wants you. Now. Bring your stuff. On the double! At the Tower. Go!"

"Nicely done," adds Edgar, nodding toward the prisoners' cell.

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Dain blinks.  Twice.  Obviously a bit disconcerted, he shakes his head, humphs out a snort of disgust at having his time wasted, spins on his heel and marches back into the shop.  Stoking up the forge once more he continues to work on the pieces in his order list.

 
Dain is barely back to work again when he hears a rapping at the door. He look up to see Mindartis gone; in his place is a town guard - a young human (?) woman with big, crooked teeth. She peers inside intently. "Hey, you!" she calls through the window.

     "uhhhhh...  No problem?" Fianna says in response.  Confused.  This some kind of weird initiation?  Trial?  A way to turn every guard into Butter?

     Wandering out and mindlessly heading to Fireborn, Fianna was pretty sure this wasn't the job for her...

Katernin also nods in agreement, "Let's hurry up then," she says.

"What is it now?" askes Dain with a deep sigh.  He puts his tools down and moves to the door.  Opening it, he moves out into the open air again, rubbing his soot-covered hands on his thick blacksmith's apron.  "What can I do fer ye, lassie?"

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Katernin also nods in agreement, "Let's hurry up then," she says.

 Byron the acolyte returns with measuring tools - measuring string and some kind of caliper - and spends a few minutes measuring Molo's foot. "I can have a boot ready in two days, I think," he says.

Brinehanded smiles and nods at the three of you. "See? Now, low tide is just after dawn tomorrow - good time to salvage the sailors from Sinker. Ye' don't need boots fer that!"

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"What is it now?" askes Dain with a deep sigh.  He puts his tools down and moves to the door.  Opening it, he moves out into the open air again, rubbing his soot-covered hands on his thick blacksmith's apron.  "What can I do fer ye, lassie?"

 
"You that guy that cleared out that haunted house? Fireborn wants you. Now. He said it's time. An' ye gotta go right now. Bring yer gear."

"Gotcha," Dain responds with a nod.  He turns back into the forge, quickly putting everything to bed.  He pens a brief note to the owner explaining that he's been called away on guard duty and he's not sure how long he'll be gone.

Picking up his trusty maul, he unstraps his apron, lays it over the anvil and heads off with the guard.

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     "uhhhhh...  No problem?" Fianna says in response.  Confused.  This some kind of weird initiation?  Trial?  A way to turn every guard into Butter?

     Wandering out and mindlessly heading to Fireborn, Fianna was pretty sure this wasn't the job for her...

 
Fireborn and Clay wait for Fianna outside the tower. They look serious.

"The ship's been spotted. We weren't expectin' them for another week. But they're here now. Gather your friends and report down at the docks in fifteen minutes. You must go tonight before we lose them. Fossie will pilot you out there. You know where your friends are right now? Get them. Fifteen minutes."

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Katernin also nods in agreement, "Let's hurry up then," she says.

 Byron the acolyte returns with measuring tools - measuring string and some kind of caliper - and spends a few minutes measuring Molo's foot. "I can have a boot ready in two days, I think," he says.

Brinehanded smiles and nods at the three of you. "See? Now, low tide is just after dawn tomorrow - good time to salvage the sailors from Sinker. Ye' don't need boots fer that!"

 

 

 Can molo swim without a foot?

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Katernin also nods in agreement, "Let's hurry up then," she says.

 Byron the acolyte returns with measuring tools - measuring string and some kind of caliper - and spends a few minutes measuring Molo's foot. "I can have a boot ready in two days, I think," he says.

Brinehanded smiles and nods at the three of you. "See? Now, low tide is just after dawn tomorrow - good time to salvage the sailors from Sinker. Ye' don't need boots fer that!"

 

 

 Can molo swim without a foot?

 ((As an actual prosthetist, I can say yes amputees usually swim without their leg on, unless they have one special built for swimming.))

     “I’ve actually no idea where they are.” Fianna admits.  “Good chance Dain is at the forge but the others?  Last I knew they were tending to Molo. He was injured in that bar explosion (does that happen a lot in these parts?  Bars exploding?  Is that a thing?) and Katernin  and Keenan were assisting him.  I could check Katernin’s temple unless there’s a hospital she’d have taken him to!”

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"Gotcha," Dain responds with a nod.  He turns back into the forge, quickly putting everything to bed.  He pens a brief note to the owner explaining that he's been called away on guard duty and he's not sure how long he'll be gone.

Picking up his trusty maul, he unstraps his apron, lays it over the anvil and heads off with the guard.

 
The guard leads Dain down to an ancient wooden wharf adjacent to the Weekly Market, across from the Council Hall, jutting into the dark harbor. It's very cold, the water choppy and ominous. A small fishing boat is tied up here. It's barely more than a skiff, with a grey and greasy-looking sail, and a hull badly in need of new caulking and paint. Its capacity is about seven, maximum. 

"Stay here. Don't go anywhere," says Fossie. "Ye' know where yer friends are at? We need to leave very soon." 

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     “I’ve actually no idea where they are.” Fianna admits.  “Good chance Dain is at the forge but the others?  Last I knew they were tending to Molo. He was injured in that bar explosion (does that happen a lot in these parts?  Bars exploding?  Is that a thing?) and Katernin  and Keenan were assisting him.  I could check Katernin’s temple unless there’s a hospital she’d have taken him to!”

 Fireborn nods to Clay. She disappears into the Tower. 

"They were spotted barely an hour ago, flashing a signal lamp, just offshore that smuggler den you visited. We need to move quickly. A one-master, but big – maybe 80 or 90 foot, crow's nest, no obvious shipboard weapons. Crew of six or ten, probably. Pirate ship, I'm sure."

Clay returns with a trio of guards. Two head down the hill at a very quick pace. The third – an old, thin-faced woman – reports to Fireborn. 

"Take this guard down to the Stone. Fossie will be there," he instructs her. She looks Fianna up and down.

"Let's go," she says.

"One more thing," says Fireborn, pausing. He reaches over and removes the city guard badge - the green reed - from Fianna's cloak. "This is not a Guard mission. You are not a guard tonight. Understand?"

Dain leans casually on his maul and looks out to sea.  Not quite what I imagined I'd be doing after leaving the mine, but heh, a dwarf's gotta earn his crust and at least I gets to bash a few skulls.

"One more thing," says Fireborn, pausing. He reaches over and removes the city guard badge - the green reed - from Fianna's cloak. "This is not a Guard mission. You are not a guard tonight. Understand?"

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     “No constraints. No rules.  Understood.”

The old guard leads Fianna down the hill, over that stomach-churning bridge, to the old wooden wharf protruding into the black harbor. Dain is here, leaning on his maul, waiting in the dark.

"Stay here," instructs the old guard. "Don't go nowhere. Yer gonna leave in just a few minutes. Ye' need anything?"

     "Swimming instructions?  That whole big list of things I asked the council for...  A target.  You know, the usual..."  Fianna says snidely.  She then shrugs and says "Don't worry, will be here...  Don't see a boat to take off in anyway."