A Warlock Alone, Island Empire solo game

[J. Alexander]

Michael will thank Guiseppe and hand him them letters and ask him to deliver them to the individuals they are addressed to......Bey, Argois and Latazzi. Michael will also ask him to pick up several barrels of high quality ale and ask that they be sent to the ship.

 

[J. Alexander]

About Willum

"I am sorry to have snaped at you Priestess, I am tired and much troubled by recent events which i shall discuss with you later this afternoon when we have more privacy...suffice it to say I am very curious....Michael will drop his voice to a low whisper...about anything you can tell me about "Flames of Tarroth:.

 

[J. Alexander]

Letter to Rook

Scott, send this to Rook when the time lines meet up...


8th day of Sun's Time in the 2nd year of the reign of Xenieda the First
Mermaids Rest
On Board the Retribution
11:00am

Master Rook

In respect to Captain Marin and his search for his son, the following information has been developed last night in reference to "The Masque of the Golden Grotto"

The Masque was organised by two brothers from the north, one or both may well be very high level necromaners/clerics or mages. One of the brothers was eliminated last night leaving one at large.

A foul evil altar was discovered with an attending block of ice which was hightly magical. It appears as if great and evil magics were worked upon them.

The intent of the Masque was to harm/capture/enslave as many of the powerful nobles, merchant princes, sea captains as possible.

It is most likely that the missing residents of Mermaid's Rest were sacraficed on the altar discoverd and transformed into the evil creatrues we battled last night. The creatures may be called "Vacral's" but this can not be confirmed. It is known that their song is addictive and that their touch drains a victum of wisdom.

A reference was made to "Tarroth" which may bear looking into.

Should you happen to have stumbled across 4 or 5 pearl earrings with tiny symbols upon them, I would be greatley interested in purchasing them. They are a communication device to which i have the master link haveing gotten it from the Shaugin some time ago.

Respectfully

M. Storm

 

[Scotley]

"I am sorry to have snaped at you Priestess, I am tired and much troubled by recent events which i shall discuss with you later this afternoon when we have more privacy...suffice it to say I am very curious....Michael will drop his voice to a low whisper...about anything you can tell me about "Flames of Tarroth:.

"Hmm, I can't say that it rings a bell. I will consider it and let you know if anything comes to mind."

OOC: It is Tyrroth by the way.

 

[Scotley]

OOC: My internet connection continues to be flakey at home. It was out for a few days and then today when I was going to get it fixed it is working fine. I don't know if I'll have another chance to post until Monday.

 

[J. Alexander]

Luncheon

"Thank You Madame, It is deeply appreciated." Michael will then busy himself with briefly checking out the ship, and writing his letters. As an afterthought almost, Michael will go to his cabin and take the hunting knives from last night and while still wrapped in silk place them in his lead lined strongbox as a precaution. He will then busy himself in idle non taxing tasks until his guest arrive.

Once they arrive, Michale will invite them in and serve them a nicely chilled white wine and lite foods pending the arrival of Grumbar's lunch. "Please Ladies and Gentlemn if we may forgo our usual custom of discussing matters after we eat and make this a working lunch i would appreciate it. I fear there is much to tell and ever second we can take advantage of may serve us well in the next few days" Assuming all are in agreement,and they should be. Michael will go around the table and hear each report before giving them his tale. After he finishes he states "I trust you are all aware of how explosive this information could be so I ask that you refrain from speaking of it except to each other...."Any thoughts or comments, Ladies and Gentlemen"

 

[Scotley]

Officers' Call

A rich dark seafood chowder, fresh bread with herb butter and a simple salad of greens coated in a garlicy dressing rich with anchovie paste are served. Guiseppi has already given his information from the streets, but repeats it for the others. Mangram reports that the ship is secure and all hands are able and ready for duty. Chandar reports that his men suffered some causualties, but that thanks to NacLosin all are recovering well and he is at near full strength. Grond reports on what he saw during the evening. Imaprell reports that a small box of books and some orders for cigars arrived in the late morning. NacLosin reports that no one has suffered such serious wounds that they will not recover though she still has concerns about Willum and will be watching him closely.

 

[Scotley]

Officer's Call continued

Eyes widen as Grond and Chandar tell their tales. As Michael begins to talk of the strange things he has seen they seem to pale. Finally, Mangram's spoon drops on the floor at the mention of the flames of Tyrroth.

 

[J. Alexander]

Luncheon

"Mr. Mangrum do you perhaps have any frame of reference on the "Flames of Tyrroth" for us?" Michael will ask....

Sometime during the luncheon, Michael will inquire as to the type of orders of cigars and who they are from...as well as the books..

OCC: I remember the advertising of the cigars but it has bee so long i have no frame of reference for the books. Glad to see you internet is alive.

 

[Scotley]

Officer's Call

OOC: One of your first contacts at the Rest was with a writer. He writes fiction loosely based on the exploits of the locals under various pen names. None of the books is by the same author, but the style suggests they were in fact all written by the same man. You also asked him to see if he could find buyers for some of your cigars, which he seems to have done. FYI, you ate at 'The Captain's Table' aboard the 'Black Lace Glove', which was once a luxury liner and now the finest inn at Mermaid's Rest.

Mangram composes himself. "Well, I haven't heard that name in many a year. Twas, but a tale to tame an unrully child my mother told. Tyrroth was one of the four great daemons, 'Tyrroth of the icy north with his dark flames that give no heat. He'll take you away and slay you, yet you'll walk among the living.' Some would call them Yugoloths. Either way, it might not be more than a child's tale, but this suggests otherwise."