Borax approaches a tanned dwarven man with a salt and pepper beard and blue bandanna covering his bald head talking to a red-haired human woman with a similar bandanna. He finishes his drink as the warforged arrives saying "One things for sure, I won't be sailing that way again." He turns seeing Borax as he goes to get another drink, "Well met sir, drinking away your sorrows as well?"
Uthred, feeling that his past as a sailor can at aleast help loose the others tongues, puffs a little, gets up from his bench and follows Borax
Aye, mate, drinking away our few coins, for the moment. what say you? sorrows? Problems come and go as the tide, don't they? Or is it more like a huge wave?
"Sorrows for sure. We had our hands on coins like you had never seen before, we simply lacked the transport to get it home. Now we know not if we will ever see it again."Borax looks for an empty seat and sits down. "Tymora can be as fickle as the squalls on an evening tide." After taking a sip from his mug, Borax raises it in salute. "May Valkur guide your rudder and may the wind be ever at your back."
Faylen, remaining quiet and listening to the goings on around them, picks at a plate in front of her, settled on a stool next to the one vacated by Borax. She keeps her ears open to hear the interaction between the sailors and her companions, hoping for more information. She is itching for something to do. Sitting idle never was well with her.
She looks at V'rekh, "I do hope this proves fruitful, or I may have to drum up some entertainment myself." She winks.
The dwarf raises his brow at the mention of gold and sits back down next to Borax. "You don't say? That's a mighty unfortunate thing indeed, loosing riches to the sea. I didn't think such a thing was possible, but I suppose your ship met the same fate as ours? So many ships have been pulled into that blasted swamp." He sets his empty mug down and leans in a bit closer, "Tell me what do you what do you think it was magic, or the undead? Personally I think it must have been some kind of siren's song leading the ships to crash, but our crew's memory seems to be missing along with the ship's hold." He gestures to his companion, "She says she remembers a red light inland, but I have no clue what that could be."
The dwarf continues to ramble mistaking your misfortune as his own.
Putting his mug down on the table, Borax shakes his head, commiserating with the dwarf over their shared misfortune. "The only thing I can think of is that the gods have been disturbed. No simple siren would have this much power. Maybe someone should investigate what is going on? This woman who said she saw the light, is she still around here?"
IN the meanwhile Uthred , who has a sailor background, thinks if he ever saw (unlikely) or heard about this swamp and red light (tell me if I have to roll something)
The dwarf directs Borax to the red-haired woman. She is a few cups into the ale but is able to recount her story.
"We were sailing our ship down the cost, carrying a shipment of casks of brandy and bolts of fine silk. In the middle of the night while passing the swamp about 20 miles from here, a saw an enchanting red light rise over the trees in the swamp. The ship lurched toward the shore and crew members began throwing themselves overboard. After that my memory is blank. We awoke washed up on shore with half our crew missing, and our memories gone. We searched for our crew and ship before coming to town; all we found was scrap wood."
Uthred please roll a Intelligence (History) check with advantage
"Fascinating."Borax mutters as the woman talks. "So the ship was drawn to the light? Or did the helmsmen steer toward it? No sign of them you say? No bodies? Clothes? Gear? You don't think they ran you aground on purpose to take your stuff?"
Seeing that the conversation is going well, V'rekh grabs his soup bowl and walks over to their table. "I'm sorry for the loss you suffered" he adds after hearing the tale about the red light "would any of your companions be around here? maybe they remember some extra details."
Jarrett pipes up from near the back of the group. "A red light you say? Do you think the helmsmen guided the ship in or was the ship pulled itself pulled in the direction of this light? And would you say that the shores near this swamp are rocky? That is a strange phenomena in of itself I should say! Most coastal swamps, tend to be more filled with sediments and silt than rocks. How strange..."
The woman shakes her head. "Everyone else either doesn't remember as much or worse thinks I'm imagining it all. I never considered the ship was drawn in itself, thought it was helmsman but it's all a bit hazy. No sign of them at all which is very strange, only the broken bits of the ship; we also found that strange, like you said the shore isn't rocky so we don't know what wrecked it. I don't know what did it or why and I don't particularly care to know. I want to put this nightmare behind me." She takes another long drink.
Uthred the red light reminds you of an old sea tale about a siren druid sworn to protect far-flung islands from humanoid intrusion. She could summon gales, lightning, and even a kraken with powerful magic that manifested as a red ball of lightning hovering in the night sky. However, these tales were from time long since past and seas away.
Borax turned to see if he could read Uthred's intentions. He found it hard to tell if he was teasing this woman or not. Surely he must know that there are many things in this world that we have yet to explain. The gods alone knew he Borax himself was sitting there talking with these people. At this stage, he would discount nothing. Still, if the ship had wrecked, didn't that mean scavengers rights came into play? If they could find out where the ship had gone aground, maybe this would be a profitable outing.
"That sounds like the noble thing to do" V'rekh agrees "let us know if we should join them too."
Borax approaches a tanned dwarven man with a salt and pepper beard and blue bandanna covering his bald head talking to a red-haired human woman with a similar bandanna. He finishes his drink as the warforged arrives saying "One things for sure, I won't be sailing that way again." He turns seeing Borax as he goes to get another drink, "Well met sir, drinking away your sorrows as well?"
Uthred, feeling that his past as a sailor can at aleast help loose the others tongues, puffs a little, gets up from his bench and follows Borax
Aye, mate, drinking away our few coins, for the moment. what say you? sorrows? Problems come and go as the tide, don't they? Or is it more like a huge wave?
"Sorrows for sure. We had our hands on coins like you had never seen before, we simply lacked the transport to get it home. Now we know not if we will ever see it again." Borax looks for an empty seat and sits down. "Tymora can be as fickle as the squalls on an evening tide." After taking a sip from his mug, Borax raises it in salute. "May Valkur guide your rudder and may the wind be ever at your back."
Faylen, remaining quiet and listening to the goings on around them, picks at a plate in front of her, settled on a stool next to the one vacated by Borax. She keeps her ears open to hear the interaction between the sailors and her companions, hoping for more information. She is itching for something to do. Sitting idle never was well with her.
She looks at V'rekh, "I do hope this proves fruitful, or I may have to drum up some entertainment myself." She winks.
Uthred freezes for a sheer second when Borax mentions the coins
The dwarf raises his brow at the mention of gold and sits back down next to Borax. "You don't say? That's a mighty unfortunate thing indeed, loosing riches to the sea. I didn't think such a thing was possible, but I suppose your ship met the same fate as ours? So many ships have been pulled into that blasted swamp." He sets his empty mug down and leans in a bit closer, "Tell me what do you what do you think it was magic, or the undead? Personally I think it must have been some kind of siren's song leading the ships to crash, but our crew's memory seems to be missing along with the ship's hold." He gestures to his companion, "She says she remembers a red light inland, but I have no clue what that could be."
The dwarf continues to ramble mistaking your misfortune as his own.
Putting his mug down on the table, Borax shakes his head, commiserating with the dwarf over their shared misfortune. "The only thing I can think of is that the gods have been disturbed. No simple siren would have this much power. Maybe someone should investigate what is going on? This woman who said she saw the light, is she still around here?"
IN the meanwhile Uthred , who has a sailor background, thinks if he ever saw (unlikely) or heard about this swamp and red light (tell me if I have to roll something)
Faylen glances at V'rekh. "Red light, hm? What say you, friend?"
The dwarf directs Borax to the red-haired woman. She is a few cups into the ale but is able to recount her story.
"We were sailing our ship down the cost, carrying a shipment of casks of brandy and bolts of fine silk. In the middle of the night while passing the swamp about 20 miles from here, a saw an enchanting red light rise over the trees in the swamp. The ship lurched toward the shore and crew members began throwing themselves overboard. After that my memory is blank. We awoke washed up on shore with half our crew missing, and our memories gone. We searched for our crew and ship before coming to town; all we found was scrap wood."
Uthred please roll a Intelligence (History) check with advantage
"Fascinating." Borax mutters as the woman talks. "So the ship was drawn to the light? Or did the helmsmen steer toward it? No sign of them you say? No bodies? Clothes? Gear? You don't think they ran you aground on purpose to take your stuff?"
Seeing that the conversation is going well, V'rekh grabs his soup bowl and walks over to their table. "I'm sorry for the loss you suffered" he adds after hearing the tale about the red light "would any of your companions be around here? maybe they remember some extra details."
Jarrett pipes up from near the back of the group. "A red light you say? Do you think the helmsmen guided the ship in or was the ship pulled itself pulled in the direction of this light? And would you say that the shores near this swamp are rocky? That is a strange phenomena in of itself I should say! Most coastal swamps, tend to be more filled with sediments and silt than rocks. How strange..."
Valaith "Rimehand" Kalukavi - Chronicles of Arden
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The woman shakes her head. "Everyone else either doesn't remember as much or worse thinks I'm imagining it all. I never considered the ship was drawn in itself, thought it was helmsman but it's all a bit hazy. No sign of them at all which is very strange, only the broken bits of the ship; we also found that strange, like you said the shore isn't rocky so we don't know what wrecked it. I don't know what did it or why and I don't particularly care to know. I want to put this nightmare behind me." She takes another long drink.
Uthred the red light reminds you of an old sea tale about a siren druid sworn to protect far-flung islands from humanoid intrusion. She could summon gales, lightning, and even a kraken with powerful magic that manifested as a red ball of lightning hovering in the night sky. However, these tales were from time long since past and seas away.
Uthred smirks a little and, after taking another sip at his drink, he replies:
Cmon, don't tell me you believe it was the siren druid thing?!
Faylen sits and listens to the goings on, interested only in what riches may lie in store for their group, and how to retrieve them somewhat safely.
Jarrett cocks his head to one side as Uhtred mentions something about a siren druid. "What's that now?"
Valaith "Rimehand" Kalukavi - Chronicles of Arden
Borax turned to see if he could read Uthred's intentions. He found it hard to tell if he was teasing this woman or not. Surely he must know that there are many things in this world that we have yet to explain. The gods alone knew he Borax himself was sitting there talking with these people. At this stage, he would discount nothing. Still, if the ship had wrecked, didn't that mean scavengers rights came into play? If they could find out where the ship had gone aground, maybe this would be a profitable outing.