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Message: <blockquote data-quote="FloatingDisc" data-source="post: 4421676" data-attributes="member: 72222">OOC: So, I've decided to fast forward a little bit, just to get us back on track. My last post says what to do about equipment. If there's any differences/problems, we'll just work them out when we come to them. Sorry about cutting short the conversation, but I thought this might be the easiest way to rekindle interest in the adventure! Now, on with the show...Corrin and Dashiel leave the HQ with Sul-Mahat the kobold via the sewer in his little gondola, on your way to meet with Thalak, an eladrin mage. After half an hour of navigating through the subterranean labyrinth the sewer spills out into the Faruta Lake... The sun is still beating down on you as the tiny gondola crosses the shimmering lake, but at least here there's a cool breeze blowing. Dashiel puts his feet up on a gunwale while Sul labours at the oars. You can see teams of canoes with huge nets strung between them sweeping back and forth along the shore, while in the centre, men wielding long, barbed harpoons in their hands stand bare-chested and with their trousers rolled up on rafts made of scrap wood and wooden barrels. They are eel-hunters, the most dangerous profession in Lacerda. Dozens of piers and jetties criss-cross the lake, more densely clustered around the shore. It is possible to walk from the far shore to the island city along the gangplanks and piers, but it is quicker to cross by boat. Dashiel dips his hands in the cool water and splashes himself over and over again, sighing with relaxation. He acts as though he hasn't a care in the world. Within about fifteen minutes of leaving the shore, Sul puts the canoe in amongst the rotten-timbered husks of ships moored on the far shore, and leaps on to the pier. Dashiel speaks to you without facing you: "Thalak the mage lives around here. Sul, we won't need you, go back to my brother." There is a definite tone of condescension in Dashiel's voice. Sul bows his head and hops back in the canoe. He looks up and winks at you before pushing off and heading back to the city. Dashiel grunts at you to follow him as he leads his way through the fishmarkets and hovel-lined paths, deformed with wheel-ruts. "Try to keep up, half-man."</blockquote>

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