There's reward for the return of the prisoners, but one couldn't call it convenient reward. Most of the families didn't expect them back, and either didn't have ready funds, had to retrieve them from inheritors, or tried to pay in goods. One of the prisoners gave you the contents of an old storage locker. Half of what was inside was junk, but the other half was salable. What you didn't sell from inside was a Leather Armor +1, a Tomato of Arial Destruction (see the magic item doc), and a <magic item>Hat of Vermin</magic item>. You spent about a month trying to unload cargo and sell it, netting about 500gp, after costs & living expenses, plus 1200gp from Noticus alone. That also gave you time to trade more of the preserved goblin meat, such that now only about half your meals are gob-jerky, gob-stew, gob-tar tar, etc...
Druaz seems to be settling in well, learning the ropes and becoming a competent sailor.
Sally Ruby was all to happy to give you the full wording of a prophecy revealed to her, as she explains, by a elderly oracle they met by chance in Gallows Glens;
"On the word of a mawn, caught’tween first pair’a dawn,
Over a dragon-lay-dying, just for trying,
To hold a candle to the dark.
Painful to hear the song.
She’d’ve loved you better, but could you let her?
She'll be banished back to the dreaming; just forget her.
Out with the hungry, sky is burned
The lesson is learned-you both played the victim.
I know you know the Pixie can't sleep/sleep is overrated.
Since she heard you can't weep she'll be translated.
The Pixie Can't Sleep
Just as late the dragon too little dreams
The goddess rises and she screams:
Wag, what are you doing? Fear feeding is the dream
Without a setting, and you're forgetting the lesson learned.
The dreams are coming wild and shrill
The dreams are coming in
The thief of love collects his kill
All night can now begin, walls start closing in
The dreams are singing wild and shrill
The word vanishes in the din
The gourmand can drink his fill
From the sleeper growing thin.”
Noticus, for his part, says the old woman was crazy, and dismisses her prophecy entirely. He's asked to go to High Shale with you, where he plans to remain. Sally has stayed aboard as well, but hasn't specified her plans.
Laitraxa is quick to show the two new crewmembers the spaces of the ship. Druaz and Theena quickly discover that the brass dragon is quite a chatterbox, and overly friendly... a big contrast from the destruction she brought down on the Hungry Sky in the battle prior. As she leads the tour, the dragon notes the galley "where Jenaer makes some quite delicious little treats, if sometimes a bit odd, but you mortals have such delicate tastes" and the crew quarters "which were a bit cramped for her but should fit the two of you just fine!" If not, the dragon muses the half-dragonborn and pixie can always find a spot near her 'den' as she calls it. Foreward of the engine, where the hot coals of the roaring heart of the ship kill the humidity and make a warm, dry bay, the dragon shows off her own home aboard the ship. In her space lies a leather mattress, filled with some soft material but strong enough to prevent the dragon's claws or spines from inadvertant punctures, and several smaller seating cushions are arranged nearby. There are several silken curtains, red and gold, hanging from the roofing beams, to provide some privacy. An ironbound chest set to the side, and oddly enough there are three clothing stands, upon which very fine and noblility-influenced clothing are displayed, sized for a tall female elf or human. It's an opulant space on the otherwise utilitarian ship, and would not be out of place in a rich tavern in one of the desert cities near the Obsidian Wastes.
Laitraxa looks at the pair once her tour is complete. "I am curious to know more about you two. Where were you before the Hungry Sky took you?"
"Oh I'm originally out of Deep Port," says Druaz, "That's actually where my interest in skyships comes from. I had thought about joining up with some of the mercs there, and I probably could'a learned to sail that way, but mom wouldn't hear of it. 'parently some bad blood with her and the 4M. Dad would have had me join the military, until the war actually started. Only avoided the draft by being firstborn. Still kinda wondered if I shouldn't have, I go back and forth on that, but overall it's probably not the life I'm suited for. Plus I kinda burned some bridges while I was goin' round with this crazy-as-shit mercury guy I was seeing, so when that went south I headed east to see what I could get into. That's how I ended up hiring-on for the Sil-karg's ship. I don't really know jack-all about the surrounding area." Pointing over to the clothes she adds, "Who's are those?"
"You'll have to tell me about some of the bridges you burned! Sounds exciting, a good way to live up to your heritage. I imagine the military would have not led you to being aboard a possessed ship, but then again, you might have been a clerk or quartermaster and missed out on this adventure!"
As Druaz notes the clothes, Laitraxa beams. "Lovely, aren't they? They are mine. They don't quite fit... yet. My mother had the ability to change herself at will. She would often fly to the outskirts of the Ruxalfier and Can Tinodius cities, and go and visit her friends in a less... conspicuous manner. I hope to one day figure out that ability for myself... and I keep them in sight to remind myself of the things I can eventually accomplish."
She tips a claw toward the one with the regal bearing, made of riveted leather. An emblem rests on the center depicting the Reaver's Word in gold and black emboss, with a dragon flying above, wings forming a circular border. "And, well, if we want to make a name for ourselves, we should look the part, no?"
"Huh, you know, it almost makes me want to suggest uniforms, just for the impact, but I guess that goes against the whole freebooter part of being a privateer."
Far below the ship the sea of grass gives way to golden scrub land. A thin stretch of desert can be seen ahead in the desert, and beyond that the glossy peaks of the Obsidian mountains.
There's reward for the return of the prisoners, but one couldn't call it convenient reward. Most of the families didn't expect them back, and either didn't have ready funds, had to retrieve them from inheritors, or tried to pay in goods. One of the prisoners gave you the contents of an old storage locker. Half of what was inside was junk, but the other half was salable. What you didn't sell from inside was a Leather Armor +1, a Tomato of Arial Destruction (see the magic item doc), and a <magic item>Hat of Vermin</magic item>. You spent about a month trying to unload cargo and sell it, netting about 500gp, after costs & living expenses, plus 1200gp from Noticus alone. That also gave you time to trade more of the preserved goblin meat, such that now only about half your meals are gob-jerky, gob-stew, gob-tar tar, etc...
Druaz seems to be settling in well, learning the ropes and becoming a competent sailor.
Sally Ruby was all to happy to give you the full wording of a prophecy revealed to her, as she explains, by a elderly oracle they met by chance in Gallows Glens;
"On the word of a mawn, caught’tween first pair’a dawn,
Over a dragon-lay-dying, just for trying,
To hold a candle to the dark.
Painful to hear the song.
She’d’ve loved you better, but could you let her?
She'll be banished back to the dreaming; just forget her.
Out with the hungry, sky is burned
The lesson is learned-you both played the victim.
I know you know the Pixie can't sleep/sleep is overrated.
Since she heard you can't weep she'll be translated.
The Pixie Can't Sleep
Just as late the dragon too little dreams
The goddess rises and she screams:
Wag, what are you doing? Fear feeding is the dream
Without a setting, and you're forgetting the lesson learned.
The dreams are coming wild and shrill
The dreams are coming in
The thief of love collects his kill
All night can now begin, walls start closing in
The dreams are singing wild and shrill
The word vanishes in the din
The gourmand can drink his fill
From the sleeper growing thin.”
Noticus, for his part, says the old woman was crazy, and dismisses her prophecy entirely. He's asked to go to High Shale with you, where he plans to remain. Sally has stayed aboard as well, but hasn't specified her plans.
Aldrik Reinholdt in Dragon Heist
Daventry in The Candlekeep Mysteries, and her bag
"Oh I'm originally out of Deep Port," says Druaz, "That's actually where my interest in skyships comes from. I had thought about joining up with some of the mercs there, and I probably could'a learned to sail that way, but mom wouldn't hear of it. 'parently some bad blood with her and the 4M. Dad would have had me join the military, until the war actually started. Only avoided the draft by being firstborn. Still kinda wondered if I shouldn't have, I go back and forth on that, but overall it's probably not the life I'm suited for. Plus I kinda burned some bridges while I was goin' round with this crazy-as-shit mercury guy I was seeing, so when that went south I headed east to see what I could get into. That's how I ended up hiring-on for the Sil-karg's ship. I don't really know jack-all about the surrounding area." Pointing over to the clothes she adds, "Who's are those?"
"You'll have to tell me about some of the bridges you burned! Sounds exciting, a good way to live up to your heritage. I imagine the military would have not led you to being aboard a possessed ship, but then again, you might have been a clerk or quartermaster and missed out on this adventure!"
As Druaz notes the clothes, Laitraxa beams. "Lovely, aren't they? They are mine. They don't quite fit... yet. My mother had the ability to change herself at will. She would often fly to the outskirts of the Ruxalfier and Can Tinodius cities, and go and visit her friends in a less... conspicuous manner. I hope to one day figure out that ability for myself... and I keep them in sight to remind myself of the things I can eventually accomplish."
She tips a claw toward the one with the regal bearing, made of riveted leather. An emblem rests on the center depicting the Reaver's Word in gold and black emboss, with a dragon flying above, wings forming a circular border. "And, well, if we want to make a name for ourselves, we should look the part, no?"
Aldrik Reinholdt in Dragon Heist
Daventry in The Candlekeep Mysteries, and her bag
"Huh, you know, it almost makes me want to suggest uniforms, just for the impact, but I guess that goes against the whole freebooter part of being a privateer."
Far below the ship the sea of grass gives way to golden scrub land. A thin stretch of desert can be seen ahead in the desert, and beyond that the glossy peaks of the Obsidian mountains.