"See. I told you this wont last." Sylrea one again ignored the voice in her head. She quickly went and got ready to row the boat. "Lets just get this over with" She said under her breath. She keeps her eyes open for any danger. "Lets not argue. We wont need the cabin if we get there soon."

Perception: 9

"I WILL DESTROY YOU! 

In a game of rock, paper, scissors."

13

(Higher number on a d20 wins)

Congratulations! Your search turns up nothing, but you do see the town of Bracken!

It's made of a bunch of boats and platforms lashed together with a few buildings built on top. A man plays a banjo on a porch, while strange, small elementals made of mud have a mud ball fight with some kids. A few areas even have trees and crops growing.

A sign lies ahead of you:

Welcome to Bracken, the only inhabited area for miles around.

Pop. 87

"DEAL!" 

12

Ooc

Son of a!! 

"Hey guys! We've got land!.....well, sort of." Sylrea yelled as she looked ahead at the makeshift town through her helmet.

"Hey banjo man! We're looking for an old person with a mental illness that poses both as a farmer and a priest. Have you seen anyone that fits the description?"

getting his balance after the boat transforms again, and while everyone else was fighting over the cabin, Franz casts Prestidigitation upon himself to clean away the mud.

Franz let's the others run/navigate the ship, not demeaning himself with such activities. while everyone else is busy arguing, he slips into the cabin. a few seconds later Bram exits the cabin.

"His 'lordship' seems to be taking a nape"

Bram rolls his eye. 

as the boat approaches the 'village', Bram pulls out his flute and begins to play some music. Performance: 18

Zaliey moves a bit away from all the arguing, “I wasn’t trying to steal the boat.... I just wanted to get it out of the tower when we were leaving so fast....”. He says somewhat mumbling to himself.  As they approach the village, Zaliey tries to clean off the mud.

Banjo man puts down his banjo:

"Why, the man who founded this here town fits yer description just about right"

Fuzzyfeet scratches his head after hearing what the banjo man said.

"You know banjo man, even though I'm impressed by your banjo skills, believing what you just said is hard.

Also, not that I'm demeaning this place but why did that old man founded a village in the middle of a swamp? Isn't life hard in this place, especially with large flies?"

Bram tucks his flute away and then asks the man with the banjo

"You wouldn't happen to know where this old man is, would you?"

Cedrick hums a little tune to himself as the other "discuss" the boat situation, and once the matter is settled, he takes a seat and helps to row. 

"Hard work is it's own reword, you know." he says to the group, not caring a whip about the cabin.

As they pull into the boat-town, and listening to the banjo man, he says "Well met, my banjo playing friend. I am Cedrick, cleric of Helm, is there a Temple of Helm in your fair town where I can visit with the resident priest?"

"Only church we got 'round these parts is the temple of the feathered serpent, right smack dab in the middle of town. When our town wss founded by Saint Kulenov, he done built that church and the rest of the town around it."

Cinder cursed to herself as they approached the village sitting beside Sylrea, "I lost the cabin, sorry Joan. Next time I will just blast him off the boat and be done with it. I don't know how he cheated but he did." Cinder sighed and looked around this swamp, "Not as ugly as I thought." Cinder left her companions to deal with anything and just enjoyed the view around them. It wasn't till she heard the priest talking she looked at him. "Hey Cedrick, is it true all Helm's followers are perverts? My experience has said they are."

Uncomfortable with the direction that Cinders comment was heading, Zaliey moves closer to the banjo man.  “Are there any magical people in this town.... you know wizards or such?”

Hearing Cinder's remark to Cedrick, Bram steps back away from them, looks between them with an "Oh this should be fun to watch" expression on his face.

Quietly Bram says to Cinder with a smile

"Careful Cinder, that one might come back to burn you"

Bram winks at Cinder

"I'm one of 'em. My magic comes from music, I'll reckon. Those priests of the feathered serpent have done some pretty neat miracles, from what i've seen."

“So are there very many people in this town .. like you?

"You know what. Im going to let this one play out" She says to herself while looking at Cinder. After a few seconds she turns and goes towards Banjo Man . After he finishes his talk with the gnome, Sylrea will  speak to him. "Excuse me sir. I dont know if they have asked already, but would you know someone by the name of Grigor? It would really help us out if you can give us some information on his whereabouts."

"Not many, Except for me, acolyte Todd, Acolyte Bubba, Priestess Eileen, High priest Mezcal, and the elemental cult trying to set up around here. If you want to find Saint Kulenov, you might want to confer with the feathered serpent"