The Captain's Caper! (Dunamin judging)


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"The name! Of course, how silly of me to forget THAT. Her name is Arjhann. Her scales are scarlet and her tongue as sharp as any sword. You will find her near the Grey Henge where the portal lies to her homeland. The Honor Blade she promised me is from there and very valuable. I paid her for it, so she shouldn't be holding out on me like this." the dwarf says gruffly before the party walks away.

Back at the ship, the crew again scrambles to set sail once more. The morning air is warm on your faces as the voyage gets underway around the east side of the isle of Daunton. Sailing north to the Isle of Opposition, the crew again instructs any party members that are interested in the details of ship sailing. The day passes swiftly and by lunch time you are nearing the Isle of Opposition and your next (and hopefully final) rendezvous.
 

"Well, you'd be hard-pressed to find five more kind-hearted souls in all the lands," Hrav replies to Alex with a wink.
 

Alezander looks at Hrav and burts in a sonorous laugh. aye you're right mate... crusaders of good, we are, truly... Well, let's hope to see someplace more exciting than a mine, at least...
 

Quagmire subsides a bit. "Yer right, Brudd. It's no favor if ye get paid. But if this Arjhann wants something else before handin' over the sword, I'm gonna get a bit testy."
 

Brudd chuckles,

"It wouldn't be much fun being a mercenary if things didn't get nasty occasionally now would it? Ye have te look on the bright side, either she gives us the blade and we make easy money, or she gives us the blade, a work out, an' anythin' else she 'as on 'er."
 



The silence that follows Bruff's words is broken by the sound of trickling water. Girth is standing by the bulwark , facing the ocean, and the sound comes from him. He breathes a sigh of contentment then turns around holding the bag of dust he obtained from Thorendin, now thoroughly wet.

Tipping the soggy mess into his hands he walks over to where he had been scratching his signs into the decking and starts rubbing the wet dust into the etched lines.

"Between the nodes and the lower octave...the malefic is in opposition... Good...Good...blood, that's what is needed...Yes!"

Girth stands and wipes his grubby hands down his tunic and looks around him, staring in turn at each of the companions. Seemingly coming to a decision he walks over to where they are standing.

"I need blood. Fresh blood. Blood from one of us by an enemy spilled. Then I can my task continue. Will you me aid? This for our benefits is."
 

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