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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Manzanita" data-source="post: 905295" data-attributes="member: 10109">Sevastopol September 25th 8 pmOOC: please see OOC thread for experience points discussion.  TH, the old man died per a previous entry.It is just past dusk when Sevastopol is spotted.  The crew gives a loud cheer as the familiar harbor is seen.  The captain calls the group to the stern for a quick conference.  “You have saved my life and that of all others aboard.  I do thank you for traveling with me and when you are ready to leave, I will give you free passage back on my ship.  Do you know who to meet and where to go once you get ashore?  Is there anything I can assist you with?” A small crowd gathers by the time the boat is docked.  The crew calls loudly to the shore in Greek, happy to be home.  But the mood on the dock is somber.  The crew disembarks and begins unloading, but stop as conversation with the locals intensifies.  You hear repeated mention of “The fog of Death” and ”The Wendel” having returned.  Angrinion seems as confused by this as you. The fishermen and laborers at the docks seem somewhat confused by your presence.  “Hey, who are these people?  Are they the promised ones?” The Captain listens to the news and explains it to you in Latin.  “This is interesting news my friends.  It appears your arrival is indeed expected.  Perhaps you know of this, “ he scans your faces, “but evidently you do not.  It appears that the Wendel have returned.  The Wendel is some…monstrosity, that comes in a mist.  This mist has come at least twice before in the history of the town.  Approximately every 200 years.  200 Years ago, it came & killed many, but the town survived.  200 years before that, the town was wiped out.  It was repopulated later, but earlier history is sketchy. The mist comes, and people die.  And they die a gruesome death, eaten by the Wendel.  No one has ever seen the Wendel and lived.  No one knows its nature.  However, two days ago, Y’dress, our mightiest cleric asked the Gods for aid, and was told that seven strangers would arrive and rid us of this curse.  I have no doubt but that these strangers be you.”  He pauses.  “I certainly hope so, otherwise this town may be doomed.”  He bows his head & rubs his forehead with his hand. “Ah… these are dangerous days.  Eight people have already been slain.  This is the worst crisis in this town since the slaver raids of my youth.”  His face then relaxes somewhat & he smiles.  “But you will save us, will you not?  Let me conduct you first to the Temple to meet Y’dress.  She seems to be expecting you.”</blockquote>

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