Sure, I understand. Could you at least oint us to one of these more suited people, my friend?
"I swear if it's another stupid craven cult I'll climb to the tallest cliff here and cry for the Lord in Iron to cast this entire place into the ocean. And that's only after I'm done with it." Ragnvald says sourly.
"At least the jarl was a straightforward fellow to a degree."
"I will follow, and maybe crush them if they are bad"
If you crush them, then we can have pancakes for breakfast.
Before the barkeep manages a weak smile or another excuse, the door is thrown open and a man in a heavy black jack-tar wearing a broad leather hat and carrying a harpoon in one hand enters the inn.
He shoots angry looks to his left and right and all the other customers quickly avoid his gaze and stare into their tankards...
He stops at your table and takes his hat off
I'm Kolos, head of the fishermen guild and I'm here to answer your questions!
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"Head of Guild, that like a Mayor for fishermen?" Attalas asides to Jez.
"How bout you tell us whats got people so upset and worried here Fish-Mayor?"
Jez, also not the brightest cookie, begins to twirl her fingers in her blue hair:
Welcome Fsherman Kolos. How can we be of service to the fisherman's guild?
Diplomacy:
[b]Indeed, good sir, we may be of service to help you with your trouble, provided you seek hekp and are willing to pay for what we do. First, though, please tell us about the killings that seem to ail this community./b]
As usual, a storm of questions, but Kolos is not a man easily impressed and so he just cocks his head slightly and takes a deep breath
Nonody looks at me because they know that my wrath can be dangerous and wrath I feel...when I see all those cowards hiding behind their tankards next to a cozy fireplace...the killings? It began in the last days of last spring, two boys who went swimming disappeared. Days later we found their bodies close to Devil's Reef. Since then, each and every month at least one man or woman from Blackcove vanished and was found dead later. Never have we seen one of the attackers...never?! Imagine that!
during his short explanation his face has turned a shade of purple and a thick vein has appeared on his forehead.
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"I'm not sure what's more senseless. That none think to avoid a place called Devil's Reef or that none think to take up arms and destroy whatever underwater horror threatens your own." Ragnvald says giving a glare around the room before turning to the table. "If this ends with Mobo dangling at the end of a rope with a blonde wig I quit."
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Jez looks confused as she turns toward the big Ulfen:
Why would Mobo want to wear a wig?
Kolos' forehead smoothes visibly and is soon transformed in a mountain ridge of doubting wrinkles
Uh...what? You mean why none of these weaklings has tried to find out what came out of the depths? Pah...little girls they are, trying to hide behind their ugly women at their cold fireplaces...but if we don't fight the horror it will enter their homes and kill them there, not much of a difference if you ask me...once you have finished your meal, I have to show you something.
Jez appears to get annoyed suddenly as she stands up knocking her chair over in the process:
Whats wrong with little girls? This little girl could probably pick you up and toss you out the window.
As she says this, the golden scales on the back of her neck appear to be almost standing on end.
Be careful who you insult, or you may have a much bigger problem than an ogre and a goblin on your hands.
After this, she continues to stand, glaring at the man. Her eyes almost aglow with the dragon fire boiling in her veins.
Intimidate:
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Whats wrong with little girls? This little girl could probably pick you up and toss you out the window.
"Nothin, they always taste just fine with a mint gravy" Attalas jests. The Ogre then turns to the storyteller "Probably good idea if you show us what you gonna show us soon, more time that passes the more likely things here end in disaster"
There is wisdom in the words of the big guy...the 'show us soon' part, not that thing about eating little girls of course.
Stumblin back, half sitting, half sdanding Kolos falls over his toppled chair and lands on his back
I didn't want to insult anyone! And surely not ylou! Rather would I insult that bruthish ogre friend of yours!
Laughing internally at the head fisherman turned buffoon, but continuing the act:
Enough of this. Where did all these people disappear? Where were the bodies found? And what investigation have you done? How did they die?
The questions come out fast and with force. At this point her eyes are flecked with gold and red specks. Perhaps telltale signs of her draconic and demonic heritage.
Attalas looks very grim and back to business, intent on catching the whereabouts of where his next carnage will be unleashed.
Kolos scrambles to his feet and tries to quickly get his clothes in order to reagain at least a bit of his authority
We have to wait for the morning and the sea to calm - Devil's Reef can only be reached by boat, no way we could make it tonight! And investigations? Well, no one really dared to investigate - that is why we brought you here! the big man says defensively.
Jez nods:
Sounds fair. The good cleric over there. Jez nods to Ragnvald in his blood flecked Gorum symbol covered armor. Can hold them. Then they can choose between the ogre or the little girl for who they want to be beaten up by. Jez pauses and takes a drink of something. She does not really pay attention to what it is or who it belonged to. Personally, I would choose the ogre.
Whose drink?
1 Ragnvald
2 HEr own.
3 Mobos
4 Attalas
5 Kosti's
Attalas looks at Ragnvald who is watching the drinks, which causes Attalas to watch the drinks too, his protective hand falling over his own in case the blue haired girl has fancy designs on his beverage.
Tomorrow then, eh? I hope you have food aplenty at this establishment. These are a hungry lot.
Oh dear Miss? Could you please bring me another cup of whine, it seems mine has been sequestrated.
Like quicksilver spirits the two wenches suddenly begin to fill the table with tankards of alldesigns and sizes, soon the table is full and by that ensured that none of the lunatics has a reason to ravage the inn.
The barkeep, nervous by nature, but even more so at the moment, licks his lips and rubs his hands
We have all kinds of fish dishes, shall I just prepare a nice selection?
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Mobo starts humming something as his beady eyes light up at the thought of salted herring and other savory fishy dishies.
The big Ogre simply relaxes back and eats his food, not concerning himself greatly with anything else. His mind clearly a day ahead and ready to return to killing.
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After a few more drinks, Jez joins in the singing with a more base song.
Plate after plate is put on your table and after about two hours of feasting even Attalas is full...the barkeep quickly leads you upstairs before anyone of you is able to start a fight or do something similarly stupid.
The rooms are nothing special, but tidy and orderly. And as a very nice surprise someone has decided to put two large beds together so that the half-ogre will be able to sleep like a baby.
Jez finds a nice bed and calls it a night wondering what culinary delights the morrow will bring.
The morning comes surprisingly early with a booming thunderstorm from the sea and heavy knocking at your doors
Get up, another..uh...accident!
Kolos' voice sounds through the door.
At talas lumbers outside, loosely buckling his armour and manhandling his sword. He looks outside inqusitively.
Jez climbs out from under her covers and quickly straps on her armor. You are always amazed that the second she wakes up, her blue hair is always in perfect alignment as though a magical brush had just finished its work. She is her usual chipper self, albeit with her normal slightly askew sense of humor.
Good morning master fisherman. So what happened last night? Two lovers eaten by sea monsters? A small child take by a hag? She pauses and then whispers in a voice loud enough that the whole party can hear. Or was it ogres and goblins? I hear that they can be trouble this time of year.
Good thing the seabreeze is said to rouse you after a short night... Kosti rises, glad he didn't use any of his prepared spells the last day.
Goblins? No...I mean, I don't think so - it looks very similar to the problems we been having for weeks now...
a second later he realises the irony and sighs
Whatever, please follow me to Whale Bay...about two hours north of here. Pack what you need, this time they didn't ambush kids or a couple, they killed the crew of a large whaler...gruesome sight...
and indeeed, Kolos' face colour is a mixture of milky white and green.
Jez laughs:
They killed a whaler in Whale Bay, isn't that ironic.
She grabs her stuff and is ready to head out.
To the bay of death;
Where ships set sail;
To catch a whale;
But go beneath lacking breath.
To this place comes;
A party of all thumbs;
Ogre tall and great;
Goblin's lead does shoots straight;
Ulfen wielding swords sublime;
Blue hair slicing through time.
Beware those who sail the bay;
Soon we come, you to slay;
No more shall terror reign;
Courting hope will we engrain;
Now off we go, death to sew;
Last we stand, victory grow.
Apparently Jez drank too much the night before.
Kolos grumbles something and grinds his teeth before he tromps down the floor
I'll wait for you outside the tavern...
After packing your belongings and leaving the tavern you find yourself in the still-dark, gloomy morning hours. A heavy storm rolls in from the ocean and Ragnvald already knows that you will be drenched by lunch.
Kolos just snorts as he beholds the black wall of clouds against the silvery twilight of the weak sun in the distance
Hope you're ready for some fine weather.
Jez stretches once out in the rain, hardly noticing the biting cold, which is much less than the glacier the group spent quite some time in.
I looks wonderful out today. So, how long until we get to where this last ship was taken?
It won't change if we aren't, will it? That's what I thought, so let us take a look at that ship of the dead, shall we?
Kosti pulls his coat fster, stepping out into the morning cold.