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Storm's smile was gone in a instant . As Blue lightening surrounded his body and wrapped it as it sparked. " I don't sling arrows my companions do. I throw lightening and thunder. Just ask the sharkpeople... ohh that's tight they're crispy fried!" said the dragonborn flatly.




 


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The jarl's question seemed fair enough to Gil. Getting in people's faces was always good fun, but sometimes someone who needed holes poked in them insisted on standing a ways off and a bow was the proper tool for the job.

That was neither here nor there right now though, as it was looking like Frostgale and Storm had incompatible senses of humor. Gil cleared the last few bites from his plate and downed the last of his ale, while thinking that thirteen to four was fool's odds and there was no sense in scrapping with someone you had no beef with over hurt pride. It was time to go. "Wouldn't say no ta a handful o' bolts, yer lordship, but I'm sure we don't mean ta impose on yer generosity when there's work ta be done. Awful kind o' ya ta have us as guests at yer table, 'preciate it no end. No doubt we'll 'ave good news fer ya soon." He glanced at his companions and Bern and made ready to leave.




 


 
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The party leaves the great hall on good terms, if perhaps with some hurt pride, looking to Bern to point the direction for their first steps. First, though, Morgan stops a man cleaning his boat to ask him a question or two.

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After a bit more reluctance, the water genasi finally resolved herself that she was acting silly by standing on the sidelines like this, and then she also sat down at the table and took a few bites of food. We are among warriors that respect strength... And I am strong... It was a boon to her that she had judged the room correctly and when she wordlessly accompanied the discussion from her place at the table, she got away with not saying even a word while mostly Gil and Storm kept the Jarl's attention on them. Of course Morgan also wanted to know more about the shipwreck and these grudges against the Order of the Gauntlet piqued her interest as well, but somehow her heart after that conversation with Schon had become heavy and right now it was just more comfortable to keep her voice to herself. In the end it seemed like Bern wished to lead the party to the wreck, the possibility of meeting more sahuagin seemingly being outweighed by the young man's thankfulness to the pack. Experiences like this will make him stronger... I will be there to protect him.

Reversely, when Storm began displaying his ire and appeared to be about to lose the goodwill of the Jarl and his people, Morgan was immensely relieved when Gil rose to the occasion and declared the pack to be on its way. The primordial woman recognize that leaving the sea behind for the moment had evidently brought back the dragonborn's daring, yet it just as evidently had made him lose nothing of his temper. Looking at Storm's hulking frame of bronze scales and muscle, Morgan realized once more that he was very different to any of the adventurers that she had worked with so far. And even the sentient armour Shield had been more predictable in a way. His pride makes him roar at others, but if others roar back he takes it as a slight... I would counsel him, but would he listen...? She had tried to counsel Captain Schon and she had rejected her in the end. Somehow Morgan could tell that Strom would most likely respond to her in a similar way. It's good that we are leaving now... I would like it to be more peaceful...

Alas, Umberlee's cleric knew that visiting the wreck was unlikely to become a peaceful affair. But in the end engaging in battle with weapon and magic appeared to Morgan more desirable than another battle of words. Because words only mattered if the others wished to listen, and in the primordial woman's life she had repeatedly failed to make herself heard. I will turn to listen... Whenever an opportunity arrives... But as openly welcomed they had been in the Jarl's hall, the moment that he had displayed his impatience paired with a lack of much information, Morgan had thought listening to him might not be preferred to others she might find to ask. And so as the pack left the hall behind and began making their way through Fishbark, the genasi cleric noticed an elder male of the village who she spotted as he was cleaning his fisher boat. "A moment... please..." Morgan had been quiet and leaving Gil to lead them for a bit, but when she went out of the path that Bern had been leading them on, she carefully approached the human man as she was worried to upset him by interrupting his work. Maybe the elders know better...

"Hello... fisher..." Morgan's blank expression wasn't able to translate her worry that this man might be predisposed against her since she slightly resembled the sharkfolk that had plagued this island for a long time. Yet at least her soft-spoken voice wasn't very imposing when she addressed the elder. "May we... have a word...? We are adventurers, arrived by ship... We have rescued Bern at sea, and now we hope to help... the village..." With her deep-green eyes Morgan was scanning the fisher, searching for his comprehension and maybe even approval for their duty. The pack had come to scout an iron shipwreck that had fallen from the sky and fatefully bludgeoned two people, but as curious as that was, the primordial woman mainly wished to ask about the sahuagin and what history the people of Grumbulund kept about their dealings. If he is in the mood... to allow me to listen...
 
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They were safely out of the jarl's hall and hadn't been killed by their benefactors, so everything was alright enough, aside maybe from not wangling a second mug of free ale. Gil started sloping along behind Bern on the general principle that the kid knew which way to go and he didn't, checking out the town of Fishbark as they went. Maybe more like a village than a town, pretty amazing that Jarl Frostguy could afford a whole dozen warriors. Might even be a hamlet. They'd probably be out of it in a few blocks.

They would have been too, if Morgan hadn't veered off and collared some gaffer. "Hello... fisher..." Gil paused a moment to see how it went and gathered that the poor sod was maybe getting the look of mystification that a lot of folks seemed to get when talking to Morgan. "Help out against the, y'know, shark people, sir." At least that's what he thought Morgan meant. "We're 'bout ta go bust through a bunch of 'em maybe, 'n since y'all've had problems with 'em, might be ya got some solutions."


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The fisherman certainly appears intrigued by Morgan’s appearance, though not quite startled. He does not seem the excitable type, which is good, because Storm, a few steps behind the genasi, is no less disconcerting.

“Bern,” the man simply says in greeting, before turning to the questions. “Mm,” the man says, apparently willing to converse while he continues his work, “the sahuagin. That’s a project. Hard to make any headway, if you don’t breathe water.” After saying this, he glances back at Morgan again. “’Course, you’d still need to find them.”

Though not loquacious, the man seems forthcoming enough in response to Morgan and Gil’s further questions. “How have we lived with them, these years? Haven’t had much choice. We protect what we can, fight ‘em off when we have to, and rebuild afterwards. I don’t know that it’s any worse than what I hear about the mainland – orcs and whatnot. It was a lot safer when we had all our warriors home, that’s for sure. That’s probably why they’ve been coming out more lately.

“Changes since the wreck?”
The man seems confused. “I guess people have had something new to talk about. Not much else. Are the sahuagin near it?” he asks when Morgan mentions that. I don't think the party has either...Hadn’t heard that. Guess they’re as interested as anyone else.”
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The old gent was easy enough to get along with, though Gil wasn't sure he was a lot of help. With Morgan and the hat, that was still only two out of four that could breathe water, and the sharkmen were tough enough up in the air. He didn't much fancy trying them on their own turf down below.

And warriors that weren't home, that might be a bit more of the jarl's troubles with the Order of the Gauntlet, but right now warriors gone away were no help to folk who were here. "Fair 'nuff. Kind o' ya to lend us yer time, sir." He hoped tinkering with the wreck and seeking after Bern's folks wouldn't rile the fishmen up any more than usual. Beyond that he drew a blank and hung back, waiting to see if the others had questions or were ready to roll out.




 


 
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The party politely leave the fisherman to his work. As they walk, Bern provides the man’s name, “Durk.” Then, as promised the presumed orphan escorts them to the northern edge of town and the start of one of two trails there. He pauses there awkwardly for a moment before stepping further.

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Morgan was very grateful as she ran across this elderly fisherman who was both a tempered and helpful soul. Despite herself, the water genasi kept coming up with fears that she would be discounted, especially by any land-walking folk. But the human was both informative and not at all nonplussed by the exotic company of adventurers that approached him out of the blue. Morgan might have even pestered him with a few more questions, but she was also eager to meet the wreck and thus she considered that the elder's knowledge and experiences could wait if they decided to oppose the sahuagin intentionally. "Thank you... for your time..." While the fisherman's experiences hadn't exactly armed Morgan and her pack with any pressing new insights, the primordial cleric felt more positive about her day after the brief interaction. Bern clarified that the man's name had been Durk, and so it fell to Durk that he had put Morgan into a better mood, enough for her to eventually share her musings out loud with the group after they had already been walking a little further through Fishbark. "Maybe... the sahuagin won't be... at the wreck... I might have... misunderstood..." The genasi's deep-green eyes coursed over to Bern who was hesitating when they reached the end of the village and arrived at two tracks. "What worries you... Bern...? Are... known dangers on either of these... paths...?" Although Morgan's voice was soft as ever, her body language appeared slightly protective as she reached out and encouragingly grabbed the youth's shoulder with a strong, webbed hand. She looked at the rest of the pack to voice her opinion. "For safety... Bern should walk in the middle... I... will stand strong... no matter the ambush... Let me guard... either the front or the back of our formation..."
 
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Gil peered ahead at the two trails. It ought to be easy enough to pick up on recent tracks even with the island being unfamiliar territory, but guiding the party was still up to the kid as far as he was concerned. "Second or fourth in line fer me, either way. Ya might wantta stay ta the middle, Bern."


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Storm's followed the group around and listened as they talked . Until they spoke of how to travel he had nothingtosay. " I don't really care front or back guard. But I do wonder how a guide is supposed to guide you from the middle as they won't be able to see ahead especially if I'm up front. Remember though my strength and armor would be a Boone in either guard position. " said the dragonborn flatly.




 


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After a bit of jockeying over the first several minutes of their walk, the adventurers and their guide settle into a comfortable deployment, and then into a silence of a shared struggle against a long hike over rocky and lightly wooded terrain. Still, the trail is clear and easy to follow, and the pines, though neither large nor plentiful, provide adequate shade. Even better, the party encounters no serious dangers during the several hours.

Though nothing has threatened them for these many miles, when the sun begins to set, the adventurers begin to feel an unease familiar to those who have forayed into the West Marches wilds. There is talk of making a secure camp, until Bern confirms that the beach is less than a mile ahead. The party continues, and reaches the water just as the setting sun does.

The sight before the adventurers is entirely alien. A strange, twisted metal ship has smashed into the rocky beach, crumpling up and scattering debris far and wide. A few feet from the wreck, several gulls work on three rotting human corpses. The otherworldly vessel seems incomplete, as if torn from a larger structure. Despite this, the ship is larger than many houses. Foul smelling vapours hiss from the wreckage like an angered snake. Attached to the empty hull are bizarre, tentacle-like tubes. Though Morgan has had a very unusual experience with flying metal ships, this vessel looks entirely new to her as well.

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Despite what the sailor and the jarl had said, Gil had held on to a degree of skepticism about flying ships, metal ships, and flying metal ships. He gave it up at the sight of the ruined what-ever-it-was, steaming and hissing like an alchemist's lab. The thing was weird, but you saw weird stuff all the time in Westhaven. Not all the weird stuff came with corpses.

"Uh. Learn somethin' new every day, I guess. Kinda hate to ask, Bern, but d'ya know any o' those folk?" Gil took a longer look at the bodies and the tube-festooned hull. "If'n ya can't tell from here, might wanta not go closer ta find out just yet. Tolan, what'd that sailor say about tentacles again?"


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Similar to the other adventurers, Morgan was rather captivated by the unnatural wreckage that they all saw before themselves now that they had reached this part of the island. With the sun already disappearing behind the horizon, it was fairly difficult for the water genasi to make out much of the details. But even with the sparse twilight of the current hour, she realized how different this sort of construction was compared to anything she had seen within or around Xyco. It is... so much metal again... Like they said... The ingenuity of other cultures than the one Morgan had grown up in still presented itself as a marvel to her, but as always she also wondered if something like this even meant to exist in the eyes of one such as Silvanus. This wreck didn't appear to be the whole of whatever complete structure it had once belonged to, and it begged the question of what kind of complex it had belonged to in the past, and just as much what kind of purpose it had served. Could that complex have existed in the sky? The wreck seemed far too huge for anything but a deity or something similar to have thrown it here, yet if this was something that had flown on its own it could have come about differently. Valkyrie had been able to move without touching earth or water, and the sentient construct had appeared to have been made from metal as well. So curious!

As mystified as Morgan was by seeing this wreck in person, she also agreed with Gil that awaiting sunlight would be a good cautionary measure. It has already... cost the lives of three... We should be careful... The three dead on the shore might have been doomed due to a fateful accident, yet the life cleric saw no reason to be hasty with their quest. "I say... we should make camp..." With a small prayer, Morgan's shield of nacre began to glow with the gift of light. Instead of the warhammer that the primordial woman had wielded atop the Journey, she now felt comfortable again to call on all of the power of the deep sea. Thus her weapon of choice was now her old staff of the speaker, which was covered in conches and sea shells. With divine and druidic magic at the disposal of Umberlee's own, Morgan felt fully armed as a warrior of nature and faith. "Let me... search the beach... for tracks... Then we can make camp... Away from this... scene..."
 
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As Morgan searches the beach, Bern reviews what he knows about dangerous life on the island. “We have some bear, of course,” he says, “and sometimes stirges. Every now and then there’s something bigger than it should be - a lizard or toad, maybe. You know about the sahuagin.

“That’s on the land,”
Bern qualifies. “Out in the sea, well, it’s all of matter of how far you go, I suppose.”

The youth has less to offer in response to Gil’s question. “I – I don’t think I could say,” he stammers, looking at the They've been there a while, and there are gulls.grisly scene. “I don’t know if anyone could say, anymore. If you really want to go over and look, I could guess. But I think Jarl Frostgale has the names of the missing people. I didn’t know them. Except for my parents, now, I guess…” From his vantage, Gil can’t deduce anything more about the precise cause of the humanoid’s deaths.

Morgan concludes her search of the beach – or part of it, anyway – without any interesting results.

 

 

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