Sebastian does what he can to help you he injured. 

      After the wounds have been dealt with - both to the crew and the ship - the rest of the trip passes uneventfully. Arriving in port at Callidyrr, the Keel docks and begins unloading procedures. All hands without other duties help with the unloading, and a couple of the crew choose this port to sign off the ship, more than a little nervous of the events that transpired on their first trip. 

     The day is clear and fresh, and the active noises from the city docks are welcome after the relative quiet of the ocean. After the cargo has been dealt with, the Captain announces watches and leave, stating that the Keel would be leaving port in three days, barring issues. The quartermaster and Bos'un check and pay the crew as they leave ship, ensuring everyone is accounted for. 

Sal looks around at the new port town, her first time away from the main continent. Once she has been debriefed about the watches etc. she heads into town to find out the local cant, and see if the trade here is as busy and fruitful as it is on The Sword Coast. She will don her armour for the first journey into the port, but leave her shield and weapons behind on the ship (that does not include her symbol, she takes that everywhere she goes).

(OOC: Is there a trade charter for this port, like there was for when we started?)

OOC - Yes, there will be trade goods investment opportunities. I will post profits later today, and offers for new cargo. 

OOC: Did Carolinas' rolls yield any information?

As they head to port, Carolinas and Archimedes casually walk off the ship, but stays close to it. He steps foot on solid ground and feels as if the ground itself is swaying back and forth, so he takes a moment to get accustomed to being on land.

As he sees people disembarking the Keel, he says, "Anyone mind if an old man tags along?"

OOC - No, Carolinas' rolls were unable to determine anything of significance about the red burn marks. Let me know what else any of you would like to do while ashore. 

Posting profits/loss after damage:

Bruz net loss 10gp spent, 9.45 return

Necmo net gain 170 spent, 197.1 return

Sal net gain 100 spent, 107.7 return

Rook - I may have missed a purchase, as I don't have any record of goods for him. 

450 XP gain each for everyone left. 

     Closing their contracts, three of the more unique characters who sailed with you leave the ship permanently - The Bard Alfie, the Bos'un Nimar and the Dwarf fighter Cubic. You see the Captain and Mates once more pulling out the table and papers and walking off to what is presumably the recruiting center, near the market.

Was this the destination of the passenger Sebastian brought onto the ship? Would he be paid his share at this Port or a different one? 

@Carolinas. “I’ll join you on shore. Someone needs to help keep me out of trouble.” 

Bruz walks up to Carolinas and Sebastian and stands between them, clapping them both on the back, "Don't know about you gentlemen, but tendays on the water makes me mighty thirsty! I'm headed to the local dive, drinks are on me for any sailor that spilled or shed blood in the fighting!" He yells the last part so that any of the fellow crew around could hear. With that he asks around for the local dive bar and heads there.

OOC: He brings with him his brace of throwing knives, but leaves his shortsword behind. On his back is strapped a dulcimer (a kind of horizontal guitar). He's a gladiator and is looking for a place to perform that offers free room and board, here's his background feature for reference: 

You can always find a place to perform in any place that features combat for entertainment — perhaps a gladiatorial arena or secret pit fighting club. At such a place, you receive free lodging and food of a modest or comfortable standard (depending on the quality of the establishment), as long as you perform each night. In addition, your performance makes you something of a local figure. When strangers recognize you in a town where you have performed, they typically take a liking to you.

OOC - Funny enough, Sebastian's passenger is actually staying on board until the next port, and that destination has not been announced. 

OOC - Bruz can easily find a half-dozen dockside bars that qualify as dives, but a combat-themed one is not available locally. Going deeper into the city may provide access to more interesting places, however.

After bar hopping for a few hours looking for a place to perform. Bruz heads deeper into the city looking for a place to fight for entertainment. While in the bars, he asks about for folks seeking passage in the Keels direction of travel and points them towards the vessel if they seem the agreeable sort. He drags Sebastian and Carolinas with him as far as they are willing to go (and pressures them to go still further; the day is young and time at port is short!).

Sal seems slightly pleased that she has turned a slight profit in the port by selling her wares. She wanders around to see what else the port has to offer. She's been to several coastal towns before, so is looking out for more defining areas of the town, and maybe somewhere else where she can get wares to ship to the next town.

(If you need a check, let me know, DM.)

A hooded figure, closely resembling a woman, is sitting in her own little corner in the market. Her face being slightly covered by the top of her hood.  You can see long, curly,  jet black hair coming out from the  sides. With a little closer look you can see that she has red skin and red eyes. There are two holes at the top of her hood and one on the back of her cloak, yet nothing could be seen coming out of them. Currently she is tuning what looks to be a black lute. The lute also seems to have writing on it. The writing is in infernal. As she waited for the captain to make an appearance, she decided to play a song.

Performance: 9

When she finished, she saw that the captain was already set up. She slowly got up and readjusted her hood, while also moving her pack into a comfortable position. As she walked towards the table, you can see that she must be about 6"2. She stood in front of the recruitment table for nearly two seconds before speaking. "Greetings captain of The Silken Keel.  I am S'ika Kloreel. Maybe you have heard of me. From what I hear, you are in need of someone who knows their way around a government or two. If you ever get into a situation with the law, I can get you out. I can gain access to the records and inner workings of any noble court or government. I know who the movers and shakers are, whom to go to for the favors you seek, and what the current intrigues of interest in any group are." Her tone made her sound confident, but also full of herself. "But if that isn't what you need" With one hand still holding her lute, she places her free hand on her rapier "I have other ways to contribute". 

Insight(What the pause before speaking was for):13

If possible I would like to use bardic inspiration on the performance. 5

Rook strikes the zombie ogre down, takes a brief second to collect himself with all that has just happens, and then flies towards one of the quieter corners of the hold.  He takes no notice of the red scorch mark on the floor.  He lands as his wings disappear, the radiant light fades from his body, and the sword turns to fleeting black mist.  He disappears behind some cargo and is later found sitting on the floor, arms around his knees.  When found he looks a little scared and confused and doesn't say much.  This continues until they arrive in Callidyrr, as Rook continues to work hard and is polite to all but rarely smiles, sings along to their songs, or initiates any conversation.  At Bruz's words about the biggest damn undead he's ever seen Rook does look at Bruz and give half a smile, adding simply "thanks for helping me, Bruz."  He looks down and away quickly in a bashful manner.

Upon seeing the Callidyrr port in view, Rook perks up a bit and approaches Sal on deck.  "Um, Sal, I don't want to bother you but, ah, will you be going ashore?  Could I maybe, ah, come along?  I've never been to another port, you see, well, not one that I remember, I was too young, you see, and, ah, and I don't really know what I should do other than I do like walking around all of the docks and looking at all of the different types of ships and all of the different types of cargo and people coming on and off of them.  Oh and the smell of the fish and the shiny new wares in the market...  I'd ask Bruz but, ah, I think he's looking to fight and, well, I'm not really much of a fighter... well, I wasn't, before the, well, you know... and I still don't really know what I'm..."  The lad catches himself rambling once again and stops abruptly, looking at Sal in hopes that he can tag along with her.  He adds "maybe I could talk to you, a bit, about...whats happened?"

Sal smiles, offering an arm to Rook. "Of course, Rook." She says, offering for him to accompany her. "I'm sure there is much you wish to discuss."

Rook perks up a bit at Sal's response, "great, thanks!"  He starts to quickly move away and back to his bunk.  "Oh, I'll be right back!"  The boy returns three minutes later, hurrying and in a mess of an unbuckled belt, unbuttoned tunic and loose items he is clinging to.  After a few moments, however, he has everything buttoned, buckled and stowed and actually looks quite nice despite his shaggy hair.  He has on a fairly nice set of trousers and maroon tunic with gold buttons and a flowing white shirt underneath.  "It was father's," he beams, stuffing a formerly nice but now well worn brown tricorn hat over his messy locks.  Privately he has made sure he has his coin, his amulet, and any other such valuables but has left behind the shield, net, weapons and other unnecessary or bulky items such as his bedroll.  The young lad eagerly peers out over the side of the ship, hoping to spot any details of this new port.

As they depart, Rook speaks openly to Sal and does not shy away from speaking in front of other new friends such as Bruz or Carolinas, but hushes up within earshot of anyone in town that is not part of the Keel's crew.  "Sal, does the crew think I caused the bad things that happened so far on our trip?  It wasn't me, well, at least, after the time when I first got the sword it wasn't because of me, I mean.  The tentacles and the zombies, I mean, that is...   I'm pretty sure of it.  Where did they come from?  Well, the ogres, er, zombie, undead, things, I mean... I know the tentacles came from the sea but I'm not sure what or why...  Oh, sorry..."  He finally shuts up suddenly so she can answer.

Sal smiles at Rook. "There are many things that are unknown in the Realms." She begins with. "The crew are a bit on edge and thought the blade was an omen. However, it appears more that the gods are at work in this part of the world. You are not the cause of these problems, and that won't change, regardless of the stupidity of one who doesn't believe more than what is in front of their face. You did not summon the undead, nor did you summon tentacles to strike the ship. It appears that there is more at work in this place than either of us know at the moment, and I think we will only uncover more questions as we continue." She looks around the stall. "Now, how do fresh apples appeal to you? I was thinking about buying a bushel to keep within my quarters."

Rook musters a small smile at Sal's words regarding at least most of the crew knowing that he did not cause the incidents.  At mention of the apples he perks up a bit more. "Yes, Father says fruit helps stave off scurvy!  I'll buy some, too!  Let's see what else they have!"

"Sal, can two Gods influence someone, at once?  It's strange, the regular old me is so confused, but at the same time, I'm not confused at all.  Part of me feels like a different person.  I feel the touch of the Raven Queen and Chauntea both, and I know all of the magic they have given me.  I can control the curses of the Hexblade and the divine light at the same time.  It is clear as day to me, but I feel like it should not be.  I'm just a lad that's never been on a ship or never really even prayed before!"  He begins to look at bit emotional and scared once again, but it quickly fades.  "Even still, I know all that I can do now, and I can see what seems like a whole sea of magic and power that I can access when I am ready.  Some is light, and some seems a bit dark, although not really evil, kind of like death, I guess.  I am to help protect the innocent wherever I go on behalf of Chauntea, and use those travels to seek out those with unnatural life that anger the Raven Queen.  Mother was from a farming family, and that is, I think, why she prayed to Chauntea, but She seems pleased to allow me to do her work at sea, still.  She probably knows it suits me better.  I always hated being stuck on land when everyone else was going off to sea, after all.  Chauntea must be great and wise.  I should have listened to Mother..."

Rook gets quiet for a second but Sal can probably tell he's about to speak more.  "Sal, am I a different person now?  Like, am I still me, or am I just what the Gods have made me?  Is it silly to still just want to do my work and be part of the crew and learn about all of the jobs on the ship?  I don't want to not be me anymore, Sal!  I don't want Mother and Father to not have their son anymore.  I think they'd be sad, and they need me to send them money since Father is sick..."  Rook looks scared and sad at these thoughts.

Sal will be listening while negotiating the cost of a box of apples. She'll look to Rook and chuckle. "Oh Rook, I am so glad to have met you on this journey." She says with a sincere smile. "The gods are beings that we can barely fathom the capabilities of. However, we know that a god should only act within its portfolio. Both The Raven Queen and Chantea are aspects of the cycle of life. One is of spring and birth, the other of winter and death. However, both stand in the way of unlife, where I think their agreements meet, meaning you have found the circle where two gods have given you their favour."

Sal ruffles Rook's hair. "You will always be you, Rook. Though the gods may put a burden upon your shoulders, you are still the boy who wants to appease his mother and help his ailing father." She puts a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "If there is one thing to take out of this. Not a god nor a force of nature will stop you from being Rook."

S'ika's performance is met with more than a little derision and many a person hearing it shows disgust and offence at her lyrics, perhaps out of place or culturally offensive here, she's not sure. While no blades are drawn nor challenges issued, there may be repercussions...

At the recruitment table, the Captain looks a bit perturbed at her declaration until she indicates the lute, at which point he brightens slightly. "AH, That's a good thing, then as our last beat-keeper was not suited to shipboard and fled at this port. We have need of a melodic voice to help drive the work steady, do you think you can help a large ship keep the beat? Let me hear something short, so we can judge." He leans in, waiting for a sample of your ability, along with the other Mates who are attentive, yet not as absorbed.

OOC - Please make a performance roll. You can add another Bardic if you wish. 

Bruz is able, after a few false starts, to locate a small arena on the edges of town that caters to his kind of display (Low Quarter). While actual events are not scheduled until evening, usually after a few drinks have found their ways into the gullets of bettors, he can get on the lists at any level he chooses to challenge. The higher the challenge, the greater possible rewards may be as the bets reach further at those heights. 

Rook grins more widely than he has a several days but still looks bashful with his head down a bit.  "Thanks Sal."  She can be sure it is the most sincerest of thanks.  "I hope I can still be me, and do a good job for the Blade and Chauntea.  They wouldn't expect me to save everyone at sea, or they'd have to let me fly here and there faster than a dragon, right?!"  He seems to be trying to apply some logic to this on his own, just rambling once again.  "Maybe if I just do my best to protect my friends and the other good people we meet in our travels, and fight the undead, of course, that will be enough?  Hmmm, we're a merchant ship.  I'm not sure the Captain will go out of his way to go save every ship that might be in danger, or seek out the undead if they aren't really threatening us.  What if we don't find such trouble very often?"  He looks back to Sal at this last part, taking a bite of his first apple and chewing voraciously, then fixing his hat after she had mussed his hair.

OOC . How old is Sal?  Not sure who the next youngest person on the ship is, especially the next youngest PC, for Rook to relate to.