Jasmine's attempt at a punch seems ineffective. Darius likewise was unable to finish off the enthralled foe.
Farg however is able to drive his spear through the pirate, and the privateer drops lifelessly to the deck.
Caleb isn't sure about the value of the ship other than that it has certainly seen better days. Captain Walren backs up this appraisal,
It's certainly not worth hauling back to shore. In fact, I would feel much more comfortable sailing into harbor nowhere near a privateer ship from Molthune, he adds after taking a look at the flag flown. They have been handing out sailing licenses left and right to sailors that are little more thugs. I say check it over for any goods, then we burn it and continue to shore.
The captain notes you are about 2 hours from Tamran by his estimations.
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"Aye, search it, burn it. If it is indeed worthless. If we find more pirates hiding below decks what would you like done with them? We can put them to the sword or haul to town for the noose? It's what they offer for piracy here in these parts if I remember correctly." the lithe bravo says cooly as he inspects the vessel thoroughly.
Caleb notices a small lock box on the vessel as well as the key to unlock it on one of the privateers...
Inside is bag containing 13 pp, 28 gp, and 16 sp, the privateers’ charter (signed by the Molthuni governor thus confirming Walren's hypothesis), and a feather.
In the hours following the battle, The Black Mist makes excellent time drawing near the port of Tamran.
Thank ye kindly for the assistance, I don't think we would have got our cargo here without the help. Best of luck in the city. I would suggest staying at the Gar’s Last Meal. It's a good, safe establishment down near the water.
Captain Walren gives each member of the party a hardy hand shake as they disembark.
In the dark, Tamran glitters with hundreds of tiny lights, emanating from the windows and lamps that dot the city. It has the look of a new town, built primarily of wood, though some older buildings linger here and there, many showing signs of damage from the war with Molthune to the south. Cracked walls and burnt remnants can be seen even from this distance, fresh scars from the long conflict.
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"Glad to help captain! Those ruffians will taste justice, one way or another. And that Inn sounds quite nice about now..."
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Kiyoshi checks the attackers before they depart, checking who is alive and stabilizing any that he can.
"I suggest we leave these men on the shore, without their weapons they are no threat to anyone and perhaps some mercy will show them a different way?"
Hoping his allies heed his advice and that the surviving attackers make the most of their second chance, Kiyoshi returns to his prayers until they make port.
"It has been a pleasure traveling with you Captain. May the gods guide your future pursuits."
The priest places his fist inside his hand and offers the Captain a bow before disembarking.
Noticing the feather in Calebs possession the cleric moves to inspect it.
Kiyoshi's examination reveals that only one pirate survived. but that privateer is now stable and unconscious on the shore of Tamran.
Kiyoshi's spells reveal that the feather is in fact a feather token (anchor) which can be used to magically anchor a ship at sea.
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Lilt bows to the captain once of the ship and wishes him the best of luck in his future endeavors.
"I believe that we should rest the night after those long days on the water, and then continue our mission as we see fit. We will observe, take notes, and hopefully not get into too much trouble with law enforcement while we are at it."
Caleb is fairly confident he has seen these or similar tokens sold by merchants for about 50 gold pieces each.
The Gar’s Last Meal is a fine inn if you can get past the smell of fish. Entering the establishment, you immediately spot the innkeeper. He is a grizzled looking man with only one arm.
He looks the party up and down before gruffly introducing himself, Name's Puglas Tamall. Rooms're two gold a night. Meals are three silver apiece. With the last part he gestures with his remaining arm to the taproom where a massive fish is prominently mounted on the wall.
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Caleb orders dinner and finds suitable seating for the party.
While dinner is cooking, Caleb excuses himself from the table with a promise to return. You see him begin to socialize with the inn's patrons as well as it's staff.
Shortly there after, Caleb returns with a fresh drink and, hopefully, a few stories to tell.
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Kiyoshi bows casually to the innkeeper, booking a room and requesting a meal, before taking a seat with his allies. As Calab excuses himself Kiyoshi turns to the other Pathfinders.
"Our associate might have the right idea. Perhaps we should speak to a few locals and learn what we can of Tamran? It is not a place I have had the honor of visiting previously."
Kiyoshi rises to his feet shortly after Caleb and begins talking to the patrons too, querying recent events in the city as if a concerned citizen.
The inn itself isn't particularly remarkable, and Jasmine doesn't notice anything out of the ordinary for an inn.
The room are upstairs and the taproom is empty of patrons.
Rooms have two beds a piece, I've enough empty ones for each of you, but if ya wanna bunk up, it's no different to me, Puglas informs you.
Once seeing the gold produced for the rooms, he opens up a bit more and answers what questions he can, I know of the temple of Razmir, but don't trust the strange folk from across the lake. Their faith barges scare away the fish, and a wise sailor wouldn't tangle with them on the open water if it can be avoided.
Retiring for the rest of the night, the party begins scouting for information in the morning...
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Various locals around Tamran are willing to offer up what they know or what rumours they have heard when charmed with a winning smile or two...
An ancient woman working in the market believes, The minions of Razmir are all brainwashed if ya ask me. Giving up everything they own to blindly follow the Living God. What scares me most is those deemed unworthy are sent to Razmiran to be devoured by the hungry god.
The neighbourhood butcher is certain, The cultists take in far more money from the locals than they could ever possibly use for their work in the city. All that extra coin is being put to buildin' up a grand army that will conquer all of Avistan.
A scrawny little man who is in the shop chimes in, The cultists beat and steal from those who refuse to believe. Plus I heard that the Living God himself comes to visit his temples on occasion. He could be in Tamran right now!
Back in the market, there are more venders who are willing to offer up what they have heard or seen,
More'n one person has gone inta the temple and nev'r been seen again. I assume they have joined the faith.
The leader of the temple is a woman who wears blue robes and a cowl. She is a medusa, and uses the cowl to hide her snakes.
One fruit seller in a particularly hushed voice let's the party know of his favourite rumour, There is no Living God. The “faith” is merely a cover for a vast and powerful guild of thieves. The temple possesses complete control over the local government, from the city guard right up to Forest Marshal Gavirk, leader of all of Nirmathas.
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Gathering information took most of the day, and the party meets back up at the inn...