Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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"Depending on what my friend here can tell us I will send him back to see if there is anything to salvage or any information on the whereabouts of Bernard." Sorsha says, then turning her attention back to the inebriated imp.
“ me did no see a bugbernard. A few dead on the boat, lots of dead from the shore where the boat trap was sprung….to journey into the darkness means to leave your husk and go beyond….also known as death. The marking of the soul is not for tracking, leastwise no for me. It will garner attention on the other side.”
“ the prints on the shore show the boat peeples mostly servives the trap, they killz the trap setters as far as me can tell. Me gathered some treasures for me self but did no find anything in the ships hold.”
he pats the full bag at his side
"Yes gathered treasure for your mistress I think. I appreciate that Ruhm and I will let you keep what I won't need." Sorsha says, glaring at the little sea devil, motioning for him to show her what's in the bag.
Intimidation if needed: 8
With a huge smile, he pulls the bag from his hip, sets it on the bed of the cart and opens it up for Sorsha to see.
” some top quality collective-ables here, very much sought after…heh heh.”
as he opens the Bag, Sorsha can see it is filled with eyeballs and teeth. From how full the bag is , he must have collected from al the dead
Vars goes quiet, realization dawning on him in terms of ‘the darkness.’ Of course that was what that meant.
“So…” he says slowly. “The question now is, do we continue on our way, or do we track down the survivors? This might not even be the right boat, so it’s a gamble either way.”
He sighs, “We should have asked Fist if Bernard has any known allies he frequently deals with. That way we could at least have had a chance of determining if this ambush was related to him or not.”
[What manner of horrid creature is this? A devil?! Lol]
Bjorn silently stares at Ruhm, mulling over whether he's disgusted morally, or just physically. He shakes his head and looks away, seemingly setting the thought aside for now.
"On an open road, we should be able to cover ten miles by sundown. But we won't be able to search the area in the dark, so they'll likely evade us." Bjorn frowns.
“Who says we won’t be able to search the area in the dark?” Vars says with a wry smile. “If this little devil can show us the tracks he found, we should have a fair chance at tracking them down.”
“Vars is right. The darkness will not be a problem for us.”
“Ya, night isn’t a problem for some of us. I’d imagine the ambush and trap were well organized. Assuming these are the friends we are looking for, what if there’s another crew also looking for him.” Sparhawk, rubs his chin, perhaps Fist hired more than one group? I would have”
"Hah, I wouldn't put it past him." Bjorn shrugs. "That's an opportunity though. Let someone else do the dangerous part."
Frangipani considered how best to share more of her story as she walked.
" I'm not sure how the rest of you grew up. I was born in Mothers palace, I was one of twelve that year but I was the only one to emerge from the creche. My sisters were many and older than me, there were brothers as well but I don't think Mother favoured them so I never saw any. Not that I ever met Mother either, though I did glimpse her a couple of times at more important Frenzies."
" I am unsure who my father was, probably human and probably a sailor I suppose.....I'm not sure if I ever met him...he may have been in one of the pens or already gone by the time I was old enough to visit them."
" It was because of my ability to shape natural forces that I was not consumed early on in my existence and it gave me a slight advantage over my siblings when the slew hunted through the corridors and gardens....I caught many dry skins and there was a lot of feasting."
" But my sisters grew jealous of my success and my survival and it was decided that I would be removed."
" I.....ran away......", she said shamefaced.
" Out into the deep and alone.....it was like being in the creche again in a way.....I was small, vulnerable.....but there was a curiosity about the dry skins so I swam to the surface.......I did not know about storms and was unprepared."
" I woke up on a ship, battered and bruised and surrounded by dry skins.......but they did not eat me. I stayed, I learned....it was an easy life. Eventually I grew bored and found another ship and then another and then Captain Sorsha."
" And now I'm here."
"Yes, we all need a hobby I guess." Sorsha says dryly, looking at the distasteful collection in Ruhm's bag. "You can keep all of that Ruhm and take a rest in the cart for now, you've earned it." She says motioning to a place in the cart beside her.
"If Bernard was involved in any way in the ambush at the river he was probably on that boat and is now continuing on foot the same road we're currently travelling and there's nothing to suggest he is not heading for Mirabar still. We don't want to confront him and any allies he is still travelling with unless we are at full force so I suggest we simply stay our course now. After he has rested I will send Ruhm to scout ahead again to see if we may have a bugbear somewhere ahead of us on the road to Mirabar. Questions?" She says to the crew, ready to get some rest in the cart herself to be ready when the time comes.
“Don’t feel bad about leaving. You did nothing to deserve whatever they had planned for you. I’m glad you found your way to us.”
Frangipani looked at him quizzically but said nothing simply nodding.
" Partly why I became so interested in cooking..."
[So far, the clear favorite in the "worst upbringing" contest is Frangipani, but there's one contestant remaining! Could she be the dark horse? Lol]
Bjorn processes the unknown words Frangipani used in her tale, estimating what they probably mean instead of just asking. "Brought up like an animal, were ye? A hunting dog, not a person?"
"Wow, and I thought my parents were bad. Really, they were just annoying, but yours..." Vars says, giving Frangipani a surprised look. "Sheesh." He shakes his head.
Sparhawk grins at Vars, starting to enjoy his sense of humor. He notes that Sorsha is taking a nap in the wagon. "Perhaps we should all take bets on the Captains background." (Like Saving Private Ryan movie). "5 gold pieces says she was a slave or prisoner that earned her freedom and worked her way up the ranks all the way to captain." Sparhawk is kind of worried he will offend the Captain, but has been hoping to get her back to her jovial confident self. He wants her to like the crew and relax with them. He feels a lot of loyalty and comradery as each of his friends has been more vulnerable.
Bjorn chuckles. "Too friendly for a slave. 5 gold and a song says she were a sailor's daughter. Wonder how old's the captain? With those elf types, it's hard to tell. Maybe she's searching for that faraway island they talk about. Where they go when they're finished living. You've heard of it?"