ADVENTURE 1
Adventure 1: Sailing, Sailing…
Our adventure began on the Dekkalfar ship, the Gunnlod, captained by the Dekkalfar woman, Solveig. The boat is a smallish stout Knorr, which the Alfar are so fond of sailing. My name is Makar Gideon, and I am a human sorcerer. I wonder as to whether or not I’ll be alive to finish this tale, when all is said and done.
I was below deck, along with the other passengers making the trip from the Alfar island of Ainthorpe to the city of Ulvorsi, across the Inner Sea. I had made some small talk with the others, but only knew one of them, Malcolm, from previous meetings. Malcolm is a Cimbri fighting sailor who has crossed my path a time or two. He seems like he would be helpful in a fight. The two other passengers were interesting. One, Theon, was apparently a Paladin of Logos. What he was doing on this boat I’m not sure. I don’t know which Logosian saint he follows, but he seems an all right sort of fellow. He doesn’t scowl at the Alfar, as some of the more religious types are want to do. The other passenger is a Lizard man, named Copoc Kitzam. He is interesting. I haven’t really met too many lizard folk. Usually they keep to themselves. Copoc is fairly outgoing and friendly, although he’s hard to understand sometimes, what with the hissing and such.
We found ourselves being tossed around in the same squall that we had been in for a couple of days. To Malcolm and myself it was no big deal. We are seasoned sailors. The Paladin and the Lizard, however, were a different matter. Copoc seemed to be a darker shade of green than when we started off. No one was getting much sleep. At some point, I heard a strange “Thump” come from up on deck. Having nothing better to do, I poked my head up through the hole. Malcolm went to the hole towards the stem of the boat and also looked out. Through the driving rain and pound wind, I didn’t see anything amiss at first. I saw the Hippogryph that was Theon’s mount chained to the same spot that he had been throughout the trip.
Malcolm shouted, “Hey! There’s some grappling hooks stuck to the side of the boat! We’re being boarded!”
I looked to where he was pointing, and then I saw them. Sure enough, some Rolgulkan Orcs were crawling over the side of the boat. The other passengers were springing into action. Theon bounded past Malcolm up to the deck and struck out at the first Orc he came to. He dealt it a mighty blow. Copoc and Malcolm also came up to the deck and started in on the Orcs. I came up on the deck and looked over the side. Unfortunately, what I saw was not too comforting. A jumbled up raft, made of anything the orcs could throw together, was stuck fast to our ship via the grapping hooks. Their raft was held afloat by anything they could use, including rotting corpses. The fact that they managed to navigate such a vessal in this storm was truly astonishing. The most disturbing thing on the raft, however, was the demonesque looking ogre who appeared to be leading the pirates. He was big, winged, and looked real mean. He was shouting to the orcs in Rolgulkan that they had better kill us all, or he would have their skins…literally.
Thinking that discretion would be the better part of valor, and then realizing that I never actually listened to myself when I had that thought, I let loose with a mighty Lightning Bolt at the Ogre and three of his orc minions. The orcs were toasted, but to my chagrin I saw that the Ogre seemed to take no damage at all. He did take notice of me, however, and flew up towards me. He pulled out this big-assed war ax kind of thing and struck me with it. It hurt like hell, and I thought I was done for. Blood was spouting out of my wound far too freely.
The others dispatched with the remaining orcs pretty easily, but the Ogre was a different matter. Theon freed his Hippogryph and sprung onto it’s back. He rode it up towards the flying Ogre and engaged him. Unfortunately, the results of this were that Theon was flung into the foamy sea. Malcolm and Copoc did their best, but to not much effect. Being near unto death, I dove back down the hatch to try to recover. Unfortunately, the Ogre cast a darkness spell on the lone remaining Orc and threw him down the hatch with me. I was in utter darkness! I could hear the fight continue up on deck.
The ogre flew down the other hatch and slaughtered one of the ships hands. The other passengers followed him down, and continued to hack away at him. Finally, Malcolm delivered a killing blow on the creature. As soon as he died, he lost his demonic trappings and returned to being a normal Ogre, Malcolm made sure he was dead. After a while, the darkness stopped, and the remaining orc, named Boris, was our prisoner. Solveig was most angry, especially when we found that the pirates had already killed all but one of her crew, including her two nephews, before we knew that they were boarding us. Boris was spared instant death only because Solveig would need his help in sailing the Gunnlod back to port. Solveig gave him the choice of dying instantly now, or facing the judgment of her people later. Not being a complete dolt, Boris chose to remain in servitude.
We all noticed that Boris seemed to be underfed, and not too steady on his feet. We questioned him on what he and his shipmates were about in attacking us. He told us that the ship that he was from had been wrecked on an island not too far from here. He said that a letter that the Ogre, who was named Marsuz, might explain more. We retrieved the scroll case that the letter was in. I detected magic on it, and Theon detected that it was evil. After some discussion, we decided to go ahead and have the orc open it. A vial, containing a potion known as Demon’s Breath fell out. This is what was radiating the evil magic. Boris told us that this type of potion was what turned Marsuz into the demonic being he was. Theon took hold of the vial, and after ignoring some discussion of how valuable it was, tossed the vial overboard.
I then read the enclosed letter:
To the Most Terrible Lady Abashag,
Unless you want your cargo delivered in the bellies of my crew, you need to send us some help. We are trapped on Wodlaw’s Isle by an ljosalfar ghost. It scuttled the Merkansk in the shallow bay of the isle and slays any who approach the hulk. I cannot repair my ship or send a large enough force against the ghost to kill it. Wodlaw is sticking by the letter of our agreement and will not lend a hand to our cause, although he is beginning to eye us greedily – he has already gorged himself on the food we brought him.
This began a fortnight ago we attempted to board the same small craft to collect a tribute to the Three Mothers. When its ljosalfar crew resisted, I had my men fire poisoned arrows at the crew. While the arrows found their mark, the craft still eluded me and we were unable to board her. The next night we stopped at one of the larder isles, but as some others and I were ashore to gather water, the little craft, now piloted by the crew’s ghosts, attacked. The ghost on board shot a cone of ice at the bows of our ship and it rent a hole below the waterline. Still Marsuz threw a great stone into the attacking boat and it sunk. The next night it was back from the grave again though, driving my crew from our repairs!
Now we out of supplies are down to eating the goblins, but I am afraid that the desperate situation means that I may be forced to harm the slaves you asked me to deliver to the Porphyry House in Kostelna.
Your priestess Firtha’s magic is not great enough to oppose it. She agreed with me that our only hope to complete delivery to the Porphyry House would be to contact you and trust to your overwhelming might. I dispatched three sets of my crew in hopes that some could make it to you and you could bring aid sufficient enough to stop the ghost. I offer the bearers of this message in sacrifice to you as partial payment for your attention. (Although I humbly ask that you might spare the ogre Marsuz, as he is a great asset to our efforts.)
Hail the three mothers,
Miklos
Captain of the Merkansk
Boris enlightened us on some of the questions we had. Wodlaw is a giant who lives on this island. He will usually deal with any travelers by taking tribute in order to get some of his fresh water. The tribute usually includes food, or a couple of crewmembers for food, or both. The slaves the Rolgulkans were carrying were bought from a human dealer, which raised some questions amongst us. Kostelna, where the ship was headed, is a rogulkan city, where many human infidels go to hide. It is supposedly a city with no rules, where anything is available for a price. Abashag, who the letter was addressed to, was apparently a daughter of one of the Three Mothers, who are hags who control a great deal of ships. This Abashag is apparently a powerful being, perhaps a sea hag of some type, who the Rolgulkans believe has power enough to destroy this ghost that is keeping them trapped on the island.
After some discussion, we decided to head for the island. Theon was all for rescuing the slaves. I thought there might be something else of value that we could acquire. After some hesitation, Malcolm agreed to the effort. Theon flew up and scouted for the island, and Solveig followed as best she could. Luckily the storm abetted so that we could travel. When we arrived at Wodlaw’s island, Copoc, who is a Shaman, attempted to speak to the spirit of the island. After hissing out some mumbo jumbo, he informed us that he was unable to make contact with it. Theon found the most secluded spot and we disembarked there. The four of us headed up a hill. Malcolm, who was scouting ahead, spotted two sleeping orcs, with another standing guard. He also saw, further beyond the orcs, a Dire wolf guarding a cave entrance. We assumed that this is where Wodlaw the giant resides. The orcs were far enough away from the Dire wolf that we thought we could kill them with out notice. This we quickly did. Copoc then tried to speak with the spirit of the cave. After more reptilian mumbo jumbo, he informed us that once again he was unable to make contact with the spirit. The rest of us looked at him and started to have some questions as to his competence as a lizard of the spirits. He assured us he was able to talk to them, but that perhaps our presence was disrupting his abilities.
We headed down a trail away from the wolf, to try and find the camp of the orcs. We heard an alarm sound ahead of us, and realized that we had been spotted. The orcs were coming our way. I used my Alter Self spell to turn myself into an orc, and ran back towards the cave entrance. With Malcolm hidden behind me, I berated the Dire Wolf, and we both fired arrows at it. Copoc and Theon hid behind us. The plan was to get the wolf and possibly the giant to attack the Orcs who were coming up the trail. The Wolf howled in pain and charged me…
End Adventure 1