Norstaer carefully looks around the room, trying to identify anything that might make Vrormir more comfortable. He moves closer to Vrormir's cot, his face showing deep concern.
"Vrormir, it's evident you're experiencing a great deal of discomfort," Norstaer says gently. "While we plan to discuss everything thoroughly tomorrow morning, is there something specific I can do for you at this moment? Perhaps bring you some clean water or adjust your cot to help you rest easier?"
He pauses, noting the signs of Vrormir's significant health struggles, such as the metal band and the reddish hue around his mouth. "You're clearly fighting a tough battle. Let me know how I can help ease your pain tonight. We aim to make sure you're as comfortable as possible as we approach Havdir."
The old dwarf smiles at this. "Thank you. There is very little to be done now," he says gently. "All that remains is for me to get to Havdir. I will need all your help for that. Alas, I am old and weak, I believe this will be my final journey." He coughs and his eyes glaze a little and he seems to be staring into the distance. "It is my final hope that what I seek is in Havdir. If it is not...."
As his words tail off, his face takes on a haunted look, just for a second. Suddenly he returns to reality and smiles once more. "But, that is for me to worry about. I shall see you all in the morning?"
The casting of detect magic draws Lysander's attention to the desk which, while seemingly empty apart from some mundane writing materials, is suddenly surrounded by a faint magical aura. It seems that the aura is coming from an object inside the desk.
"Remember, we're just trying to find Coralaine's charter or any other evidence related to it. We're not here to take anything, although let me know if you see anything out of the ordinary. And I'm sure I don't need to tell you, being a rogue and all, but make it look as if we were never here," I tell Snok as I slowly make my way to the desk.
The light from the aura draws me in and I'm glad that I trusted my instincts in getting the spell. The desk looks ordinary enough but the spell pulls me to something inside. I begin to search inside carefully, lips pursed in focus.
While the others were busy in their search, Zero was trying to continue to do his work as normally as he could, in these kind of situations, he was glad he was mostly expressionless, it sure helped in not allarming other people. Keeping up his attention in case he heard something weird from either his crewmates or from the cabin. He knew they obviously didn't enter too long ago, but he still felt like an eternity had passed.
'Whatever they end up finding, hopefully it will be worth the risk they are taking' he thought to himself
The desk has several drawers to it, and you pull out each one in turn. Two are empty, and one simply has five silver pieces tossed into it carelessly. The last you open is the one with the magical aura coming from it. There is a rather expensive looking set of cartographer's tools alongside a battered spyglass that is utterly filthy and seemingly almost beyond use. The things that catches your attention and the attention of the detect magic is a large tome with no discernible title on its cover.
Having a deep respect for the written word and old tomes, I proceed cautiously. My curiosity is peaked. I send my mind out towards the tome, hoping to ascertain the nature of the magical aura before touching the item. My lavender eyes glow with intensity as I focus.
While the others were busy in their search, Zero was trying to continue to do his work as normally as he could, in these kind of situations, he was glad he was mostly expressionless, it sure helped in not allarming other people. Keeping up his attention in case he heard something weird from either his crewmates or from the cabin. He knew they obviously didn't enter too long ago, but he still felt like an eternity had passed.
'Whatever they end up finding, hopefully it will be worth the risk they are taking' he thought to himself
The ship continues on as normal. Serenely and quietly. The few other crew members on watch busy themselves with their duties and there's nobody else aboard to worry about. Well, apart from the lovely old Teifling lady and the strange dwarf who is some kind of recluse. Coraline shuffles by on her nightly "constitutional " as she calls it. "Only one night to go before we reach Havdir," she says to Zero. "Is that right? I must admit to being pleased that these old legs will be on firm ground again soon." She chuckles lightly. "It takes so much longer to get "sea legs" when you're my age. It might be time to give up the adventuring life."
Hama settles back down in the room she'd been snuck away to. This was better, though the new air made her much more aware of the different smells, and ...how much like a rat she smelled.
That's fine. She thought. Once they made port...things were going to be different. A new fresh start. Having listened through the deck boards when she could, not only of the entertaining tales the Teifling wove, but of the murmurs of the crew...Perhaps she could convince this party to let her join. Lysander would be simple enough, if the nostalgic memories were there. Norstaer seemed... feasible. Rational and logical enough. But if his logic ever was tipped by suspicion..
Best not to think of that. There was the small Kobold.. Snok? Hopefully, he would be simple enough to. The other two were wild cards. The quiet elf... a druid, if memory served. Zero... the crew member. He was the one that concerned her the most.
Reading the ancient text, I step back reflectively. This is not the type of book an ordinary captain would or should have. I'll need to speak with my team and decide how to proceed. I stow it back in the desk just as I found it.
"Snok, this tome is...," my voice trails away as I see Snok studying a chest.
Perhaps the charter is in there.
"Would you mind getting that open for me?" I smile to my rogue friend.
Norstaer offers a comforting nod, deeply acknowledging the significance of Vrormir's journey. He places a gentle hand on the dwarf's shoulder to show his support. "Of course, Vrormir. We're all here to support you on your journey to Havdir. If you're willing, could you share more about the condition affecting you and any potential dangers we should be prepared for? It would help us better support you." He pauses to let Vrormir consider.
Snok nods, “Offings to its!” Snok presses the pin into the key hole, going in further pin by pin. Finally, he manages to over hear a loud *CHCK* and a slow silent prying open of the chest.
The chest opens easily and silently. Within this chest is a small, rolled-up piece of vellum. Unfurling it, you discover it is some form of treasure map with a large X on an island just off the coast of the port city of Havdir. The island is labeled "Vrehnor Isle". At various points on the map are small skull and crossbones with the word "undead" scrawled above them.
Norstaer offers a comforting nod, deeply acknowledging the significance of Vrormir's journey. He places a gentle hand on the dwarf's shoulder to show his support. "Of course, Vrormir. We're all here to support you on your journey to Havdir. If you're willing, could you share more about the condition affecting you and any potential dangers we should be prepared for? It would help us better support you." He pauses to let Vrormir consider.
"I am dying," the dwarf says simply. "With not long to go, I fear. This curse..." He breaks down into another round of coughing. "I can still end it and save my people.....it's old age lad. Old before my time. I am the last of the Shjeckhel clan. It is on me to succeed or I will join my ancestors in the mine." He closes his eyes and whispers. "The mine. I can almost see it..." He coughs again. "Tomorrow," he says, the strength returning to his voice. "This is something you should all hear."
Exchanging an excited and curious look with Snok, I take a pen and some paper out of my pack and begin making a copy of the map. Penmanship and cartography were part of my education. I chuckle to myself, remembering Ms. Inglewood, one of my many tutors. I gave her so much trouble in my lessons telling her I'd never use the skill. I'll have to apologize if I ever see her again.
As I make the copy, rather impressed with my skill even after all these years of disuse, Snok continues to search the cabin for the charter and other items of note.
Norstaer’s face softens with compassion as he listens to Vrormir’s somber revelation. “Rest now, Vrormir gather your strength for tomorrow. We’ll all be there to listen and help carry forward your hopes,” Norstaer says gently.
Norstaer plans to gather all to share Vrormir’s critical situation, telling them that Vromir plans to share the information and what he hopes to achieve in Havdir, Norstaer believes that It’s important that all who will be escorting Vromir should be as prepared and informed as possible.
Kythaela, as she continues bonding with the rats, Gonzo and Rizzo, hears some odd and unusual noises from the passenger quarters. Almost as if someone is trying to be quiet but failing miserably. Loud squeaks from a loose board in the floor, a soft "thud" as the ship lurches unpredictably over a swell followed by a very quiet "ooft". It seems that someone is doing a not very good job of sneaking around out there.
As Norstaer talks with Vrormir he notices the sounds too, though it's clear that the old dwarf either hasn't noticed them himself or just doesn't care. "You're right. I should rest now. It will take a great effort for me to get to the city when we arrive. I need to save my strength for that journey."
OOC: Snok - really needing that investigation check from you, please!
Norstaer offers Vrormir a comforting nod, "Rest now, you need your strength for what lies ahead." As Vrormir settles back, Norstaer stands and quietly exits the cabin, carefully closing the door behind him.
He proceeds toward the passenger quarters, his movements silent and deliberate. His ears are tuned to the soft noises that had caught his attention, alert for any signs of disturbance or unknown presence. As he approaches the area, his steps are cautious, his eyes scanning the environment for any anomalies, Norstaer readies himself to whatever—or whoever—is causing the sounds.
The ship continues on as normal. Serenely and quietly. The few other crew members on watch busy themselves with their duties and there's nobody else aboard to worry about. Well, apart from the lovely old Teifling lady and the strange dwarf who is some kind of recluse. Coraline shuffles by on her nightly "constitutional " as she calls it. "Only one night to go before we reach Havdir," she says to Zero. "Is that right? I must admit to being pleased that these old legs will be on firm ground again soon." She chuckles lightly. "It takes so much longer to get "sea legs" when you're my age. It might be time to give up the adventuring life."
Zero make a small soft smile at the lady. "Yes, ma'am only one. Yes you should leave the adventuring to us, if you were also to begin an adventure we would be left with nothing but crumbs to find" he tried to joke. She was a nice lady and he wished to cheer her up as much as he could.
He couldn't help but cast a quick glance towards the cabin's direction, just to check if the others were already ready to exit. He didn't want to cause Coraline troubles, so he needed to make sure the situation was still under control.
As Norstaer leaves Vrormir, and Kytheala quickly exits her cabin on hearing the noise, you both glance along the passages that bisect the cabin area of the ship. At the end of one of the passages, close to Coraline’s cabin is Hama, looking to be in mid-sneak.
The gods were not smiling on her today. Because of course they weren't! The boards were creaky and she wasn't being careful. The pitching of the ship sent her to the ground. Dammit...she needed to keep her self closer to the floor for balance but that just made it look worse. She was almost there. Pausing at the door, a chill ran up her back. Glancing around she saw Kythaela and Norstaer staring right at her.
Immediately she straightened up more, and offered a crooked smile. "Hey...some pretty fierce pitching form the waves today, huh?" Abort...abandon mission. Her brain reached for a plausible reaction. It wasn't like she could calmly continue walking... she shouldn't be in the halls anyway and the hold was the other way. Wait! She had an idea!
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Norstaer carefully looks around the room, trying to identify anything that might make Vrormir more comfortable. He moves closer to Vrormir's cot, his face showing deep concern.
"Vrormir, it's evident you're experiencing a great deal of discomfort," Norstaer says gently. "While we plan to discuss everything thoroughly tomorrow morning, is there something specific I can do for you at this moment? Perhaps bring you some clean water or adjust your cot to help you rest easier?"
He pauses, noting the signs of Vrormir's significant health struggles, such as the metal band and the reddish hue around his mouth. "You're clearly fighting a tough battle. Let me know how I can help ease your pain tonight. We aim to make sure you're as comfortable as possible as we approach Havdir."
The old dwarf smiles at this. "Thank you. There is very little to be done now," he says gently. "All that remains is for me to get to Havdir. I will need all your help for that. Alas, I am old and weak, I believe this will be my final journey." He coughs and his eyes glaze a little and he seems to be staring into the distance. "It is my final hope that what I seek is in Havdir. If it is not...."
As his words tail off, his face takes on a haunted look, just for a second. Suddenly he returns to reality and smiles once more. "But, that is for me to worry about. I shall see you all in the morning?"
The casting of detect magic draws Lysander's attention to the desk which, while seemingly empty apart from some mundane writing materials, is suddenly surrounded by a faint magical aura. It seems that the aura is coming from an object inside the desk.
"Remember, we're just trying to find Coralaine's charter or any other evidence related to it. We're not here to take anything, although let me know if you see anything out of the ordinary. And I'm sure I don't need to tell you, being a rogue and all, but make it look as if we were never here," I tell Snok as I slowly make my way to the desk.
The light from the aura draws me in and I'm glad that I trusted my instincts in getting the spell. The desk looks ordinary enough but the spell pulls me to something inside. I begin to search inside carefully, lips pursed in focus.
While the others were busy in their search, Zero was trying to continue to do his work as normally as he could, in these kind of situations, he was glad he was mostly expressionless, it sure helped in not allarming other people. Keeping up his attention in case he heard something weird from either his crewmates or from the cabin. He knew they obviously didn't enter too long ago, but he still felt like an eternity had passed.
'Whatever they end up finding, hopefully it will be worth the risk they are taking' he thought to himself
The desk has several drawers to it, and you pull out each one in turn. Two are empty, and one simply has five silver pieces tossed into it carelessly. The last you open is the one with the magical aura coming from it. There is a rather expensive looking set of cartographer's tools alongside a battered spyglass that is utterly filthy and seemingly almost beyond use. The things that catches your attention and the attention of the detect magic is a large tome with no discernible title on its cover.
Having a deep respect for the written word and old tomes, I proceed cautiously. My curiosity is peaked. I send my mind out towards the tome, hoping to ascertain the nature of the magical aura before touching the item. My lavender eyes glow with intensity as I focus.
The ship continues on as normal. Serenely and quietly. The few other crew members on watch busy themselves with their duties and there's nobody else aboard to worry about. Well, apart from the lovely old Teifling lady and the strange dwarf who is some kind of recluse. Coraline shuffles by on her nightly "constitutional " as she calls it. "Only one night to go before we reach Havdir," she says to Zero. "Is that right? I must admit to being pleased that these old legs will be on firm ground again soon." She chuckles lightly. "It takes so much longer to get "sea legs" when you're my age. It might be time to give up the adventuring life."
Hama settles back down in the room she'd been snuck away to. This was better, though the new air made her much more aware of the different smells, and ...how much like a rat she smelled.
That's fine. She thought. Once they made port...things were going to be different. A new fresh start. Having listened through the deck boards when she could, not only of the entertaining tales the Teifling wove, but of the murmurs of the crew...Perhaps she could convince this party to let her join. Lysander would be simple enough, if the nostalgic memories were there. Norstaer seemed... feasible. Rational and logical enough. But if his logic ever was tipped by suspicion..
Best not to think of that. There was the small Kobold.. Snok? Hopefully, he would be simple enough to. The other two were wild cards. The quiet elf... a druid, if memory served. Zero... the crew member. He was the one that concerned her the most.
Reading the ancient text, I step back reflectively. This is not the type of book an ordinary captain would or should have. I'll need to speak with my team and decide how to proceed. I stow it back in the desk just as I found it.
"Snok, this tome is...," my voice trails away as I see Snok studying a chest.
Perhaps the charter is in there.
"Would you mind getting that open for me?" I smile to my rogue friend.
Norstaer offers a comforting nod, deeply acknowledging the significance of Vrormir's journey. He places a gentle hand on the dwarf's shoulder to show his support. "Of course, Vrormir. We're all here to support you on your journey to Havdir. If you're willing, could you share more about the condition affecting you and any potential dangers we should be prepared for? It would help us better support you." He pauses to let Vrormir consider.
Snok nods, “Offings to its!” Snok presses the pin into the key hole, going in further pin by pin. Finally, he manages to over hear a loud *CHCK* and a slow silent prying open of the chest.
The chest opens easily and silently. Within this chest is a small, rolled-up piece of vellum. Unfurling it, you discover it is some form of treasure map with a large X on an island just off the coast of the port city of Havdir. The island is labeled "Vrehnor Isle". At various points on the map are small skull and crossbones with the word "undead" scrawled above them.
"I am dying," the dwarf says simply. "With not long to go, I fear. This curse..." He breaks down into another round of coughing. "I can still end it and save my people.....it's old age lad. Old before my time. I am the last of the Shjeckhel clan. It is on me to succeed or I will join my ancestors in the mine." He closes his eyes and whispers. "The mine. I can almost see it..." He coughs again. "Tomorrow," he says, the strength returning to his voice. "This is something you should all hear."
Exchanging an excited and curious look with Snok, I take a pen and some paper out of my pack and begin making a copy of the map. Penmanship and cartography were part of my education. I chuckle to myself, remembering Ms. Inglewood, one of my many tutors. I gave her so much trouble in my lessons telling her I'd never use the skill. I'll have to apologize if I ever see her again.
As I make the copy, rather impressed with my skill even after all these years of disuse, Snok continues to search the cabin for the charter and other items of note.
Norstaer’s face softens with compassion as he listens to Vrormir’s somber revelation. “Rest now, Vrormir gather your strength for tomorrow. We’ll all be there to listen and help carry forward your hopes,” Norstaer says gently.
Norstaer plans to gather all to share Vrormir’s critical situation, telling them that Vromir plans to share the information and what he hopes to achieve in Havdir, Norstaer believes that It’s important that all who will be escorting Vromir should be as prepared and informed as possible.
Kythaela, as she continues bonding with the rats, Gonzo and Rizzo, hears some odd and unusual noises from the passenger quarters. Almost as if someone is trying to be quiet but failing miserably. Loud squeaks from a loose board in the floor, a soft "thud" as the ship lurches unpredictably over a swell followed by a very quiet "ooft". It seems that someone is doing a not very good job of sneaking around out there.
As Norstaer talks with Vrormir he notices the sounds too, though it's clear that the old dwarf either hasn't noticed them himself or just doesn't care. "You're right. I should rest now. It will take a great effort for me to get to the city when we arrive. I need to save my strength for that journey."
OOC: Snok - really needing that investigation check from you, please!
Norstaer offers Vrormir a comforting nod, "Rest now, you need your strength for what lies ahead." As Vrormir settles back, Norstaer stands and quietly exits the cabin, carefully closing the door behind him.
He proceeds toward the passenger quarters, his movements silent and deliberate. His ears are tuned to the soft noises that had caught his attention, alert for any signs of disturbance or unknown presence. As he approaches the area, his steps are cautious, his eyes scanning the environment for any anomalies, Norstaer readies himself to whatever—or whoever—is causing the sounds.
Zero make a small soft smile at the lady. "Yes, ma'am only one. Yes you should leave the adventuring to us, if you were also to begin an adventure we would be left with nothing but crumbs to find" he tried to joke. She was a nice lady and he wished to cheer her up as much as he could.
He couldn't help but cast a quick glance towards the cabin's direction, just to check if the others were already ready to exit. He didn't want to cause Coraline troubles, so he needed to make sure the situation was still under control.
As Norstaer leaves Vrormir, and Kytheala quickly exits her cabin on hearing the noise, you both glance along the passages that bisect the cabin area of the ship. At the end of one of the passages, close to Coraline’s cabin is Hama, looking to be in mid-sneak.
The gods were not smiling on her today. Because of course they weren't! The boards were creaky and she wasn't being careful. The pitching of the ship sent her to the ground. Dammit...she needed to keep her self closer to the floor for balance but that just made it look worse. She was almost there. Pausing at the door, a chill ran up her back. Glancing around she saw Kythaela and Norstaer staring right at her.
Immediately she straightened up more, and offered a crooked smile. "Hey...some pretty fierce pitching form the waves today, huh?" Abort...abandon mission. Her brain reached for a plausible reaction. It wasn't like she could calmly continue walking... she shouldn't be in the halls anyway and the hold was the other way. Wait! She had an idea!