Kulan: Knightfall's Heroes of Carnell Game [IC]

Lorien smiles at the excitement of the men. So human...

There is a heroic tale to be sung in a few days. He answers with a smile.
"Ha!" Gareth slaps you on the back. "I knew it. Lady Pendour has chosen her champions."

"This is good news," Timmins says. "Will you be leaving right away?"

"I doubt they would delay," Gareth replies. "The situation grows worse each day." He turns to you. "I assume that the Lady told you about the launches at the beachhead. I can take you there as soon as you are ready."
 

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"Unless my allies have any reason to stay, we shall require some rations and then be on our way" Halmar replies, looking to the others to see if they need anything further.
 


"Yes! Battle calls me, there's harpies blood to be spilled by my hand, heroic feats to be done... Ah... I have look forward to this moment since I left my homelands." Quinn says with fervour in his eyes.
 

"Unless my allies have any reason to stay, we shall require some rations and then be on our way" Halmar replies, looking to the others to see if they need anything further.

“Quite the opposite. We have all reason to head out as soon as possible to put an end to this tragedy.”

"Yes! Battle calls me, there's harpies blood to be spilled by my hand, heroic feats to be done... Ah... I have look forward to this moment since I left my homelands." Quinn says with fervour in his eyes.
"Good." Gareth replies. "Follow me."

Timmins wishes you "good luck." Gareth leads you out of town to the southeast. It is a short walk to the shoreline. Soon you are looking down at the water from a cliff. The wind is strong here but not strong enough to deter the gulls winging overhead. Their shrill cries echo across the rolling surf to your ears.

"There is a path here that will take us down to the beachhead," Gareth points down towards a pier set near the cliff. "The pier is set back from the shore since the beach floods at high tide."

He leads the way down the path, which is obviously mantained since there are handholds carved into the rock as well as strong ropes anchored to the rock by metal rings. The path itself is a weatherbeaten stone walkway with a few wooden walkways where the stone has fallen away. Carved stone soon gives way to the solid wooden pier.

A large boat that looks like it could hold up to eight men of Gareth's size sits moored at the end of the pier. The water is nearly a dozen feet away from it. A stone house sits near the cliff.

"Strange, there should be two boats moored here." Gareth ponders. "One is always left near the water. And Yorick should be here somewhere. He better not be out hunting for that sea beast again."

He calls out to the boatmaster, "Yorick, you here?"

Wind and wave are the only sounds that reply.

"Hmm, his gear is here." Gareth notes by pointing to fishing nets, lines, and large hooks hanging on the walls of the stone house. "He'd never go out on the water without his nets. Where could he be?"
 
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Sheyla

“Well, if he isn't here, but his fishing gear is, and the other boat isn't here, then it seems reasonable to assume, that he has taken that boat to get somewhere, where he does not want to catch fish,” Sheyla muses.
 

The distinct chime of blade being drawn rings in the air. It's not quite obvious where that blade came from, as Lorien doesn't seem to be carrying one, but none the less, he is wielding it now. Whatever it is, somethings not right. And Quinn might be onto something. At least there could be some clues in there. The elf says as he follows the brute.
 

Reneg frowns at the ring of the sword. Why do people always assume the worst in these sorts of situations? he wonders. There certainly could be numerous reasons why he took the boat. Maybe he's using the boat to help out someone, guiding them maybe.

At any rate, it's better safe than sorry and he keeps his eyes open and cautiously scans the area, searching to see if there are any tracks that seem out of place.
 

"Perhaps in that stone building? Let's see." Quinn points out and heads to the stone house.

“Well, if he isn't here, but his fishing gear is, and the other boat isn't here, then it seems reasonable to assume, that he has taken that boat to get somewhere, where he does not want to catch fish,” Sheyla muses.

The distinct chime of blade being drawn rings in the air. It's not quite obvious where that blade came from, as Lorien doesn't seem to be carrying one, but none the less, he is wielding it now. Whatever it is, somethings not right. And Quinn might be onto something. At least there could be some clues in there. The elf says as he follows the brute.
Quinn leads Lorien into the stone structure. The door stands ajar a crack. You smell the reminants of pipe smoke as the door opens.

A simply meal sits out half eaten on a old, wooden square table. The single chair in the dwelling sits on its back on the floor. A worn bed sits in one corner and is covered with all sorts of fishing gear.

Gareth stands watch on the pier next to Sheyla. "You may be right, lady elf. Still, I would suggest caution. These shores are home to all sorts of creatures." He watches the shoreline intently as he unshoulders his blade.
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