Waterdeep: Camel Heist (2020)

Strix, you're able to cobble together the content of a 'Scrimshaw Kit' for 4 gold pieces.  Please don't tell me what's in it. 

Generally, you can craft anything from bone that could reasonably be made from bone.  There's a cost in raw materials of half the item's sale value, though I suppose if you already have the bone, that might be less, or perhaps nothing.  Anyway, to create a bone dagger will take about half a day, and a bone club would take less than an hour according to the rules.  If you want to craft anything else, let me know.  If it's weird and complicated, please DM me a picture, and I'll figure something out.

Later that day Scupper can be overheard at the Sleeping Giant...

The ting is, even abominations got to eat...if it were kept fed and happy...gah 'twould scare the ever lovin' shite outta most brigands if a town were guarded by a predator like dat! ...So long as some neighboring town didn't take ye fer devil worshippers...or a witch hunter general didn't make it his business te burn ye all at the stake haha!

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To those of you who stayed until the end, the halfing farmer comes over to speak to you.  The gallows is already being broken up and removed.  Thank you.  There's a celebration tomorrow, starting at noon, going on into the night.  In your honour.  But for all of us, really, to put everything behind us.  This has been a grim day, but it was needed.  Now we need to make sure it never happens again.  We were easy pickings, and we didn't fight back.  That needs to change.  I'm sure we can't persuade you to stick around, but if you've any ideas, let us know.  She stomps off.

Hopefully before stomping off, Zoria is able to get out, "Well as the one who did most of the heavy lifting, fighting-wise," she winks to any of her nearby party members in a sort of 'just go with it' kind of way, "I would be willing to teach as many of you as possible how to fight. The only issue you see, is there's all of these kinds of rules and regulations with my people, I'd hate to break any kind of rule. But hey, maybe some gold could keep those in charge of these rules to look the other way. It is all in the hopes of preventing any kind of attack on this happy little village!"

Incantis, the children are interested in talking to you, but mostly they just see you as an fascinating foreign spectacle.  There is one little halfling girl who hangs around at the back, not really saying much.  She just seems to look at you curiously, as if she's trying to work something out.  Even when the others have left you alone and you are focusing on your performance, you sometimes catch her peeking out from behind a bush.  She's maybe fourteen years old.  Later on in the day, she comes and stands near you, and says  Hello.  She seems a little bolder, now that the other children have gone.  You look like you're concentrating.  What are you thinking about?

Zoria, the women stops mid-stomp, and turns back.  She looks at you for a moment.  Come see me tomorrow at the celebration.  Before I'm too deep in my cups.  She stomps off, definitively this time.

Scupper, Grista - who is the only one at the Sleeping Giant tonight - listens patiently but doesn't contribute much to the conversation.

Once her back is turned, Zoria throws a fist into the air! "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have an errand to run."

Zoria heads to some kind of mailing station?

Scupper, you spend the third night of the tenday, following the trial and executtions, in Glasstaff's quarters, as has been your habit the previous couple of nights.  You've spent an hour or two in the crevasse this evening; the cold seems to bother you less and less, but you're tired and eventually drop off in the human mage's massive and surprisingly well laundered bed.

You wake, you think several hours later.  You are lying in the crevasse, and the cold seems to be seeping into your bones even more than before.  You sit up, unsure of how you got there.  Unable to see in the dark, it's pitch black, and you feel your way towards the wall.  

It knows you.

The words appear in your head, and in the distance above you, you see a single, large eye watching you.

Dekhan, Sildar nods, but does not appear to recognise or react to any Harper signs.  There is much good to be done in the world, and no mistake.  I myself hoped to come here and do some good.  I'll not deny you and your comrades the credit you deserve for ridding the town of those men, but there's a lot of rebuilding needed.  I'll be staying a while, as my associates bade me.  There are good people here; the Sister, Elmer, Linene, Qelline.  He sighs.  I fear for my friend Gundren, though.  I know that you would find him if you could; can I persuade you to continue the quest to learn of his fate?  

After you speak for a while, Sildar asks you to tell him the story of your attack upon the Redbrands' hideout.  He's particularly interested to learn more of who their leader was, and who if anyone was ultimately behind their operation.

Zoria, there's no public mailing system.  Traders carry goods from town to town and will usually carry letters or small packages to their destination for a fee.  To send something further afield, you would need the services of a large organisation the operates in a wide area, would be willing to take on this task - for a fee - and care enough about its reputation to honour the deal.  You haven't been inside yet, but there is a Lionhead Coster in town, and they might be able to help.

Aye, It being you and yer dinner plate eyeball eh, Blinkie? And what do ye know o' the likes o' me? 'cept o' course the dark and terrible tings I can do te ye if ye ever step wrong against this town or it's people. And keep yer distance beastie. My meat is poisonous in more ways'n ye'd care te find out. Got me? Stick to the bugbears and redbrands we left ye.

At the hanging: Dekhan watched until the end hoping silently that the condemned make better choices in the next life. He regards Garaele. Of course, sister. What is it?

With Sildar: Dekhan shakes off his disappointment when his signals go unnoticed. He obliges Sildar’s request and tells him of the Redbrand Ruse and the raid on the lair, sometimes laughing, sometimes growing grim, and sparing no details. He enjoys speaking to a kindred spirit of the events and feels as if a weight is lifted after the telling. He proceeds. Indeed, there’s much to be done here. Unfortunately, my friends and I have other responsibilities and cannot remain to see it through. I know you’re already laden with many responsibilities yourself, but Mirna’s boy, Nars, I’ve begun training him and he has a natural aptitude for swordplay and an adventurer’s heart. I would consider it a personal boon if you could take over the boys training when we leave. 

Scupper, you see the eyeball move.  The creature might be shaking its head.

No, brother.  It is not me.  Me is not it.  It pauses for a moment, and you think you hear, rather than sense, a laugh.  Thank you for the yummibears.  Yummi in my tummybears. 

Strangely, you seem able to make out the outline of the creature now, though there is still absolutely no light in this place.

It is below.  It is shadow and cold, and hungry and old.  It called me here.  It called you here.  It wanted you before, but you were... somewhere.  There was water.  It called to you, but you didn't hear.  But now you hear.  Now you are here. 

There's a pause; you think it might be chewing on something.

It wants me to give you a message.

Hmmmm. I think Zoria will hold off on that for now then.

Scupper draws his sword...takes a step back

And what message is that, then? Ye want to whisper it in me ear? 

Scupper, you hear one word in your mind.

Welcome

The cold seems to rush into you, through you then back in.  And this time, it stays.   You pass out.

In the morning, you awaken, still lying in the crevasse.  You feel cold as ice, and completely refreshed.  It's still completely dark in the area underground, but you now see clearly, everything is in blacks and grey.  At the far north end of the crevasse, the eye creature is sleeping, its body stirring slightly as it breathes.  It opens its eye slightly, notices you, and then closes it again.  It clearly has no hostile intent towards you, and trusts you enough to sleep in front of you.

(You're now level three)

Aye...the dark is full of violent and terrible tings...like me.

Scupper lays down in the crevasse...and sleeps with the shadows and cold

Dekhan, Sildar listens to your tale, and scowls when you speak of Glasstaff.  Iarno Albrek.  Treacherous son of a...   He sits silently for a moment, seeming thrown by the news.  I knew him.  Not well, but he served the Lords' Alliance, as I do.  Or he did.  He disappeared some months ago, in this area.  One of my tasks here was to find out where he went.  He smiles.  I suppose I should thank you for completing the task for me.  So thank you.  I will send word to my superiors, and mention your group's aid in this matter.  

At your request to train Nars, he nods.  He's a little young to join the militia - if that's what the town decides to have, at least.  I'm not sure what the plan is - Qelline's working on it.  But sure, I'll train the lad for a while, if his mother permits it.  For as long as I stay, and then I'll make sure he's not left to his own devices.  The people of this town have learned that they need to defend themselves. Learned quicker than many in similar situations, I would say.  I wish it could be otherwise, but we live in a chaotic world, my friend.

After the executions, Sister Garaele leads you to her shrine - there isn't exactly a door, but she sits you down on a bench, and sits facing you, near enough that you can talk quietly without being overheard.  She smiles.  A bird arrived for me this morning.  Precious little thing.  It's good to hear news of the outside world.   Your name was mentioned, Dekhan Vale.  With subtle and graceful gestures, she makes a sign that you recognise; she is a Harper.  

With Sildar: Dekhan shakes his head in wonder. Iarno was a member of the Lord’s Alliance? I wish we could have leaned more to tell you. He offered us a deal, but after learning his plans for Mirna and her children my emotions got the better of me and I could listen to him no longer. I appreciate your mentioning us in your report, Sildar. 

I appreciate your taking over the boy’s training as well. With some guidance he will go far. I’ll return to check on him if I’m near, but it’s good to know someone I trust will be looking after him. Dekhan lays his sword on the table. He pats the worn grip fondly. This sword served me well for many years, will you see that Nars gets it when he’s old enough? Tell him I named it Protector when I entrusted it to you for him. Things are changing here, with men like you to guide I think it will be for the better.

With sister Garaele: Dekhan breathes a sigh of relief. May I say, sister, it’s damn go.. apologies, it’s very good to hear about our mutual friends. What news did this little bird bring?

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Aye...the dark is full of violent and terrible tings...like me.

Scupper lays down in the crevasse...and sleeps with the shadows and cold

Sweet! Thanks Steve! Sorcerer of Shadow level 1.