#9-22: Grotto of the Deluged God (GM Roll4initiative) (Inactive)

Game Master roll4initiative

You have been summoned to the Grinning Pixie, the ship—and mobile Pathfinder lodge—of Venture-Captain Calisro Benarry, which is currently moored off Tempest Cay, the northernmost island in the Shackles.

Venture-Captain Calisro Benarry, a powerfully built half-orc, stands defiantly on the deck despite the driving winds. Sparse clouds are resplendent with the calm colors of twilight, but waves lap roughly against the ship as sea spray mists the air.

After you have been chosen for this game, please introduce your PC and feel free to engage in roleplay with each other before we start, if you wish.

Portrait of Lanel I made.

A young human male with blonde hair and piercing blue eyes arrives at the ship, practically dragging a bag with several bulky items. He's wearing a courtier outfit, fancy cuffs and a big jeweled belt, a fashionable reversible cloak and an adventurer's sash complete with 5 alchemist fire flasks attached to it. A small Cracked Pink and Green Sphere ioun stone circle his head.

"Good GODS, why is it so hot here? And humid??" He takes a large sip to his almost empty waterskin. He pulls the neck of his shirt to the side to feel some of the breeze better.

A lanky, buck-toothed sailor with mousy facial features cocks an eyebrow at Lanel's question.
"I reckon it's a combination of the midsummer sun and the moisture comin' from the sea."

Welcome to the tropics, lad." he gives a crooked, toothy grin as he helps Lanel up the gangplank to The Grinning Pixie.

The clatter of hooves and carriage wheels can be heard coming down the docks. A few seconds later, a small but elegant and well-appointed carriage pulled by a pair of horses slows to a stop near the Grinning Pixie. A well-groomed man climbs down and tosses the reins to the buck-toothed sailor. "Take care--I want everything immaculate when I return."

Speaking of immaculate, the man's clothing is so white it almost gleams, and the decorative trimming testifies to how expensive it must have been to purchase. His hands and forearms are covered by long white gloves, but he avoids touching anything as he strides up the gangplank. He nods politely to Venture-Captain Benarry and Lanel. "Nistivo Cirek, at your service. I trust this mission will be a profitable one."

I'll fix up a tagline--I think I mistakenly made the profile as a normal alias instead of a PFS character--d'oh!

A thin Undine, wearing what appears to have once been a suit and since seems to have been torn and patched several times and modified to better fit armor, appears with a bow and quiver slung over his shoulder and makes his way towards the small group forming. "And I'm sure it had been!" he says, before pausing and thinking for a minute. "No, has been? Was being? No, wrong direction entirely. You said will be, right? Will be. That's the later one, right?" He glances around. "Sorry. Doctor Avery Bellows, demonologist and monster expert."

"First time I ever been this far south... Remind me to get some endure element scrolls before we leave."

Lanel grabs a hat and starts to fan himself and raises a tired hand to greet the two men.

"I'm Lanel. Nice to meet you," he says with a sigh. Nistivo catches his attention. "Say, are those gloves magical?"

Lanel's clothing style is 'extremely fashionable' but on the other side of the spectrum from Nistivo's. Full vibrant colors. Purples, blues and oranges.

Just remember to keep drinking water...but don't drink the stuff from the sea...not good for you. a tall blocky man of Taldan descent says as he rumbles p the gangway. He carrie3s a bag in one meaty hand as he looks around at the others.

I'm Patros...nice to meet you. he says with a nod.

A young ginger haired woman boards the ship. She shrugs at all the comments about the heat.

"No hotter or wetter than a day in the jungle. At least out here you can count on a strong breeze now and again."

"As long as a predator is not trying to eat you in your sleep I would say that you have nothing to complain about."

"I am called Grilgoth in the common tongue."

Nistivo smiles indulgently at Lanel's question about his gloves. "Magical? I'd say that anything that repels the filth all around us must be magical, in a sense, wouldn't you?"

He looks around the deck for a good location before unfolding a small camp chair from his pack and placing a silk pillow on top of it. He sits down with a contented sigh. "I do hope they'll have the tea service ready soon."

Heard long before he's seen, including a belch that might rattle the Venture-Captain's hat, a large Vudrani man walks up the gangplank.
"Heat and humidity? Hah! Try sweating it out in Vudra! Nistivo! I wasn't sure you'd make it back from Highdelve, who'd you piss off to get sent so far from home?"
To the rest of the group the man says, "Ekadan's the name, good to see all of you." as he slaps Nistivo on the back with the seeming intention of sullying and wrinkling the man's exquisite clothing.

Tea service? Are...are you serious? Patros looks at the man, trying to see if he is sincere. Seeing that he is, he shakes his head.

My friend, the extent of "service" you're likely to get is a help yourself galley...which is fine by me...as long as the stew is hot and the coffee strong.

Nistivo grimaces as the burly Vudrani man slaps him on the back. He pulls out a magical wand and taps his robes, instantly returning them to a pristine state. He blinks as if trying to remember the man. "Ah, yes. Ekadan. I vaguely recall you. Now," he says, looking at Patros, "tea is a mark of civilisation, good sir, and even a rugged ship such as this, full of roustabouts and ne'er-do-wells, I suspect, should still provide tea to invited guests like ourselves."

Marking off a charge from my wand of prestidigitation.

Use Magic Device: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

Lanel raises a hand and to stop Nistivo from using the wand, without touching him.

"Hold on, I can help you with that if you want. No need to waste it," Lanel gives him a concerned look and waves his hand to use predistigitation once on Nistivo. He keeps fanning himself with the other hand. "I'm a sorcerer, so my spells options are limited, but thankfully, I can do this... Still, if we are going to get wet, I hope you came ready for that."

Calisro Benarry gives a nod to each of you upon arrival. When all of the Pathfinders selected for the mission are present, she wastes no time getting down to business.
"Good. You're here. Come with me.” She leads the way to a room below decks, where a hanging lantern illuminates a canvas map of the isles of the Shackles, with currents and depth marked, fastened to a wooden table with rusting nails. A model of the Grinning Pixie, carved from cork, shows the ship’s current position.

“I hope you landlubbers aren’t afraid to get your feet wet." she says, eyeing everyone except Doctor Bellows. "Here’s what I’ve got for you: you’re here to find a Thuvian caravel called the Pride of Aspenthar. The Pride’s captain was Jaheem Quinn, a half-elf with a magical knack for the water. Not a wizard or such, but I’ll be damned if the water didn’t do what he asked when he asked it. I hired Jaheem to take our agents on a mission to the Gloomspires, and neither he nor his ship ever returned to Drenchport. Divinations confirmed that the ship was lost and suggested that no one was aboard, but that could mean anything from them all abandoning ship to a hold full of dead sailors. The winds around the Eye of Abendego are always perilous, but sending Jaheem and his crew into such dangerous currents is one of my few regrets.” The half-orc pauses and shakes her head, her face hardening with resolve.

“The winds have been strange of late, and it seems they’ve turned up news of the Pride—wrecked, of course—near Tempest Cay. It’s a rough place where outside eyes aren’t welcome. You won’t find anyone willing to give account to strangers. I’ve developed a number of connections here, so I’ll see what I can discover on land about any survivors. Your task is to seek out the wrecked ship itself. I’ve been studying these waters and their currents a long time. If a ship has wrecked, it should be around here.” She stabs at the map with a strong finger. “At low tide, the water should be shallow enough to explore on foot in relative safety, without the waves lashing down. You’re to look for any information about why the ship went down, especially if it had to do with these currents. If you can, keep an eye out for Jaheem’s log. It should tell us quite a bit about what happened.”

“Follow any leads you find, but if something’s too much for you to handle, come find me on Tempest Cay. You can ask for me at the Drowned Dwarf in Drenchport. Otherwise, I’ll meet you back here.”
Her gaze lingers on each face in turn.
“Right. I’ve got to go landside to catch my contacts while they’re in their cups but still talkative. Be ready to leave an hour before dawn. Enjoy the comforts of the ship tonight, and make sure you visit the quartermaster; I’ve requisitioned specialized supplies for you, and you can ask her any questions you might have. Oh,” the half-orc grins, showing gleaming fangs, “and ask her to wish you luck.”

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During your time spent training with the Pathfinder Society, you may have had a chance to learn about the Shackles region and the Eye of Abendego.
You recall all the information whose DC is less than or equal to the result of the check. If any of you have a Chronicle sheet for at least one of the following adventures: #6–06: Hall of the Flesh Eaters, #7–19: The Labyrinth of Hungry Ghosts, or #8–15: Hrethnar’s Throne, you receive a +5 circumstance bonus to your check.

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You might already be familiar with the various known cults that have arisen around the mysterious Eye of Abendego.
You recall all the information with a DC less than or equal to the result of the check.

Tea service? Are...are you serious? Patros looks at the man, trying to see if he is sincere. Seeing that he is, he shakes his head.

My friend, the extent of "service" you're likely to get is a help yourself galley...which is fine by me...as long as the stew is hot and the coffee strong.

"Haha don't mind Nistivo here he's civilized and stuff which really comes in handy...I guess. Just joking he's a good guy and funnier than you'd think."

Ekadan's wide smile makes it clear he's enjoying himself regardless of where he's at.

Nistivo's upper lip curls in disgust. "But exploring a tidal region means . . . mud! And the ship could have rotting wood, seaweed, and a whole host of unclean sea creatures inhabiting it! Venture-Captain Benarry, I expect healthy remuneration for my efforts, as well as first claim on salvage rights." He sighs deeply and rolls his eyes towards the ceiling. "I swear, the things one must endure simply to make an honest day's living in this tragic world."

Knowledge (geography): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

done all three of those...just not with this guy...

kn. local, untrained: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

We'll do what we can, Cap'n... Patros says as he studies the rough outlay of the map, committing the image to memory.

Let's see what the Quartermaster has to offer...we might need to get some specialized gear...

"Oooh, a shipwreck! This should have been--dammit, not again--should be exciting! And I'm fascinated to see what was in Jaheem's log, if we found it. Find."

Knowledge Religion/Planes (same modifier): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Nistivo's upper lip curls in disgust. "But exploring a tidal region means . . . mud! And the ship could have rotting wood, seaweed, and a whole host of unclean sea creatures inhabiting it! Venture-Captain Benarry, I expect healthy remuneration for my efforts, as well as first claim on salvage rights." He sighs deeply and rolls his eyes towards the ceiling. "I swear, the things one must endure simply to make an honest day's living in this tragic world."

[dice=Knowledge (geography)]1d20+2

"Y'know, I used to think like that, a few years ago. Or in a few years, not sure which direction it's in. But I've since learned that dirt and grime are just part of life, and like all other parts, are temporary, subject to the same march of time that everyone experiences." He pauses. "Well. Almost everyone."

Knowledge Local Untrained: 1d20 ⇒ 7

Hah!

"Oooh, a shipwreck! This should have been--dammit, not again--should be exciting! And I'm fascinated to see what was in Jaheem's log, if we found it. Find."

[dice=Knowledge Religion/Planes (same modifier)]1d20+6

Master Nistivo Cirek wrote:

Nistivo's upper lip curls in disgust. "But exploring a tidal region means . . . mud! And the ship could have rotting wood, seaweed, and a whole host of unclean sea creatures inhabiting it! Venture-Captain Benarry, I expect healthy remuneration for my efforts, as well as first claim on salvage rights." He sighs deeply and rolls his eyes towards the ceiling. "I swear, the things one must endure simply to make an honest day's living in this tragic world."

[dice=Knowledge (geography)]1d20+2

"Y'know, I used to think like that, a few years ago. Or in a few years, not sure which direction it's in. But I've since learned that dirt and grime are just part of life, and like all other parts, are temporary, subject to the same march of time that everyone experiences." He pauses. "Well. Almost everyone."

Ekadan blinks at the odd rantings of the blue-skinned man and sums it up with, "You need help."

"Venture-Captain Benarry, I expect healthy remuneration for my efforts, as well as first claim on salvage rights."[/b] He sighs deeply and rolls his eyes towards the ceiling. "I swear, the things one must endure simply to make an honest day's living in this tragic world."

The Venture-Captain raises an eyebrow and glares at Nistivo.

Sorry. I am unsure how to handle claiming Salvage Rights here. If this was a non-PFS home game, I'd create an entire adventure around it, but for now, it's "beyond the scope of this adventure". However, there is the Ship Vanity you can purchase with prestige, allowing you to use Profession (sailor) as a day job, which is pretty awesome. I suppose you could purchase that vanity down the road and say that after all the red tape & trouble you went through, you finally claimed the Pride through salvage rights.

Grilgoth attempts to remember what she knows.

My previous post was deleted by accident. I rolled a 13 for K-Local and a 21 for K-Planes.

"Yes, there is some talk about this weather pattern being the result of the work of the Deluged God. Clearly if this is the case then it is not a natural occurrence."

At the promise of hot, delicious tea brewed by someone who understands the value of things (such as a professional quartermaster), Nistivo packs up his folding chair and silk pillow and gets ready to move. He spares a moment to respond to Grilgoth. "Well, I heard it was the work of a druid. But we all know these locals talk nonsense. I suppose there is no alternative to firsthand investigation, as unpleasant as it may be."

Grilgoth nods as she gazes off in the distance perhaps communing with some otherworldly source.

"Yes, I have heard these common rumours as well. As you say we will find out for ourselves what the truth of the matter is."

While interesting I have seldom found the mission brief knowledge checks to be that important to the game itself. :)

Lanel is too hot to remember anything in particular beyond the basics.

local untrained: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
planes untrained: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

Ekadan goes to the Quartermaster to see what other specialized gear is available. After he was told where his next mission was he decided to get some gear to help prevent him from drowning.

The quartermaster's cabin is chock full of various weapons, armor, and other various items both magical and mundane resting on shelves, small tables, placed on wall racks, or spilling from overstuffed chests.

The quartermaster is a brightly dressed tengu who introduces herself as Kakikko. Her graying ruff feathers betray her age, but her eyes are bright and her bearing is spry and cheerful, in contrast to the seriousness of the venture-captain. It’s clear that she enjoys her post.
“Greetings, fellow Pathfinders,” Kakikko says. “You’re here to find the wreck of the Pride of Aspenthar, right? Good. I’ve some gear for you. But first, some tea.” Kakikko gathers an exquisite set of porcelain teacups and saucers. She reaches for a pot of tea warming on a small stove and pours a cup for each of you.
The tea is quite possibly the best you've ever had.

"Ah! Yes, yes. Your gear."
She digs through a nearby chest in the cluttered cabin and gives each of you a potion of water breathing. "Now where did I put that wand?" she mumbles to herself as she moves items aside. "Ah! Here it is." she says as she flops a leather jerkin from the counter onto the floor. She holds up a long, thin twig of driftwood that was underneath and hands it to you. "This is a wand of touch of the sea. There are 10 charges left, so be mindful that you keep track."
Finally, she pulls up a chair and climbs onto it, straining to reach a high shelf. With a grunt, she climbs back down and gives you a hand-sized wooden shard.
"This isn’t just any splinter. It’s a token that transforms into a swan boat.” The quartermaster leans forward, clacking her beak. “This keelboat propels itself by magic. It will only last for one day, but that should be much more time than you need. Now, do you have any questions?”

"Yes, I have a question! Where do you source this lovely tea? You have single-handedly concocted an island of civilisation in this vast sea of barbarity! An oasis of of luxuriant elegance in a desert of 'hot stew and strong coffee'. My compliments!" While the others inspect the magical paraphernalia, Nistivo talks with Kakikko about the tea with an eye to a future business opportunity.

"Yes, I have a question! Where do you source this lovely tea? You have single-handedly concocted an island of civilisation in this vast sea of barbarity! An oasis of of luxuriant elegance in a desert of 'hot stew and strong coffee'. My compliments!" While the others inspect the magical paraphernalia, Nistivo talks with Kakikko about the tea with an eye to a future business opportunity.

Kakikko smiles proudly.

I agree...the tea is good. Minkai? Or Minata? A friend of mine was over in Tian Xia for a time...came back with a wayang tattoo and piercings. He raved about the tea and how good it is. I do prefer a strong Mwangi coffee though...now...gear... the warrior says as he looks about the stockroom.

This should do..

an air bladder, underwater crossbow with 20 bolts and a potion sponge. 72 gp, 1 sp...

And the captian said something about wishing us luck? Is that some sort of sailing tradition? I know sailors can be a superstitious lot... he asks the Quartermaster.

also..if needed I can use 2 PP and get a wand of air bubble...or we can split the cost up between the lot of us...

Kakikko nods at Patros.
"The ingredients come from both nations, of course." she says with a wink.

"And the captain said something about wishing us luck. Is that some sort of sailing tradition? I know sailors can be a superstitious lot... he asks the Quartermaster.

“Did she? Ha! It’s an old joke between us. Yes, sailors are a superstitious lot, and many of them consider it good luck to have a tengu aboard. They call us jinx eaters, and they think we can dispel bad luck. Does she believe it, or is she just ribbing me? Who knows, anymore? But, good luck, all the same!”

Ekadan blinks at the odd rantings of the blue-skinned man and sums it up with, "You need help."

"Oh, don't worry about me. I'm not going to need any help for another..." He starts counting on his fingers. "4 hours, 22 minutes, and 17 and a half seconds. Give or take."

He very enthusiastically takes a sip of the tea offered. "Oh, this is fantastic. A perfect blend. I don't think I've had better tea within the past ten years or so!"

"...although that may depend on which ten years..."

Bellows holds out the potion, offering it to the other Pathfinders. "Anyone want a second? I shouldn't need it." Bellows has the undine alternate racial trait that gives him swim and water breathing, so he shouldn't need the potions or the wand.

I have neither the need, finances, or carrying capacity to buy any extra supplies, lol.

"Yes, I have a question! Where do you source this lovely tea? You have single-handedly concocted an island of civilisation in this vast sea of barbarity! An oasis of of luxuriant elegance in a desert of 'hot stew and strong coffee'. My compliments!" While the others inspect the magical paraphernalia, Nistivo talks with Kakikko about the tea with an eye to a future business opportunity.

"This is excellent tea but if you want something more robust and exotic you need to travel to Vudra. A man can get rich buying and selling goods from the Impossible Kingdoms!"

Ekadan Joshi wrote:

Ekadan blinks at the odd rantings of the blue-skinned man and sums it up with, "You need help."

"Oh, don't worry about me. I'm not going to need any help for another..." He starts counting on his fingers. "4 hours, 22 minutes, and 17 and a half seconds. Give or take."

Ekadan blinks even more and says, "Yeah you might be beyond help. But I'll hold onto that extra potion; never know when it could come in handy."

The quartermaster's cabin is chock full of various weapons, armor, and other various items both magical and mundane resting on shelves, small tables, placed on wall racks, or spilling from overstuffed chests.

The quartermaster is a brightly dressed tengu who introduces herself as Kakikko. Her graying ruff feathers betray her age, but her eyes are bright and her bearing is spry and cheerful, in contrast to the seriousness of the venture-captain. It’s clear that she enjoys her post.
“Greetings, fellow Pathfinders,” Kakikko says. “You’re here to find the wreck of the Pride of Aspenthar, right? Good. I’ve some gear for you. But first, some tea.” Kakikko gathers an exquisite set of porcelain teacups and saucers. She reaches for a pot of tea warming on a small stove and pours a cup for each of you.
The tea is quite possibly the best you've ever had.

"Ah! Yes, yes. Your gear."
She digs through a nearby chest in the cluttered cabin and gives each of you a potion of water breathing. "Now where did I put that wand?" she mumbles to herself as she moves items aside. "Ah! Here it is." she says as she flops a leather jerkin from the counter onto the floor. She holds up a long, thin twig of driftwood that was underneath and hands it to you. "This is a wand of touch of the sea. There are 10 charges left, so be mindful that you keep track."
Finally, she pulls up a chair and climbs onto it, straining to reach a high shelf. With a grunt, she climbs back down and gives you a hand-sized wooden shard.
"This isn’t just any splinter. It’s a token that transforms into a swan boat.” The quartermaster leans forward, clacking her beak. “This keelboat propels itself by magic. It will only last for one day, but that should be much more time than you need. Now, do you have any questions?”

Ekadan goes shopping to buy some aquatic gear.

hey Avery..if you need some gear, let me know...I can get some stuff..as long as it isn't too expensive...

Ha! As long as I'm not the butt of the joke, I can appreciate the humour. That's a special bond you've got with the skipper... Patros says with a grin.

"I have a question. The air is warm but what about the water? Any idea how many feet deep this shipwreck is at? What can you tell us about the general area especially any nasty people or creatures in the general area? How do we activate that boat?"

Kakikko scurries about to get your purchases.

"The Pride is wrecked on a sandy coral reef, so it sits mostly above the water. You'll be out there in the morning at low tide. The water should only be about knee high in places when you're there. Don't linger too long, though. Around late morning when the tide comes back in, the reef will be much deeper."

"There are all sorts of dangers lurking out there in the ocean. Aquatic undead, monstrous sea creatures, and powerful elementals to name a few."

"The command phrase for the swan boat is 'Hurry! Get us out of here!'"
She gives a little chuckle.
"Quite humorous, yes?"

"Thank you so much for the tea, it was delightful. I might just come back for it. Let's see what the future holds from here."

Lanel's shopping list just to try to cover all the bases.

* Touch of the sea scrolls 25gp
* Swim Fins add 10ft to swim speed (reduce land speed -5ft) 1 sp
* Masterwork Flippers for +2 on swim checks without swim speed 50gp
* Masterwork Snorkel keeps it from flooding inside 5gp
* Cork Vest to avoid going under (must fail 10 or more) 25gp
* Flotation Device +1 swim check 1gp
* scroll air bubble 25gp

Ekadan wrote:

"I have a question. The air is warm but what about the water? Any idea how many feet deep this shipwreck is at? What can you tell us about the general area especially any nasty people or creatures in the general area? How do we activate that boat?"

Kakikko scurries about to get your purchases.

"The Pride is wrecked on a sandy coral reef, so it sits mostly above the water. You'll be out there in the morning at low tide. The water should only be about knee high in places when you're there. Don't linger too long, though. Around late morning when the tide comes back in, the reef will be much deeper."

"There are all sorts of dangers lurking out there in the ocean. Aquatic undead, monstrous sea creatures, and powerful elementals to name a few."

"The command phrase for the swan boat is 'Hurry! Get us out of here!'"
She gives a little chuckle.
"Quite humorous, yes?"

"These missions never go according to plan - just look at the potions they handed out. What type of undead are most common in the area?"

@GM: I forgot to also add 2 Sunrods to his purchases.

"Well, there isn't any 'common undead' in the area. Sailors will encounter ghost ships with skeleton crews —or worse— around the Eye of Abendego. Just, you know, be careful out there."

You'll have to find out on your own what's waiting for you out there. ;)

Grilgoth decides to pick up a simple waterskin which she fills with clean drinkable water from the ship stores.

"I don't suppose that your swan boat comes with its own supply of ale?"

1 gold spent.

I like her thinking... Patros says with a chuckle as he adds a flotation device and a cestus to his gear list.

As for undead, make sure you have a blunt weapon. I'm getting one of these in case we run into something while swimming. Can always punch something. And elementals, I'm steering clear of...

I like her thinking... Patros says with a chuckle as he adds a flotation device and a cestus to his gear list.

As for undead, make sure you have a blunt weapon. I'm getting one of these in case we run into something while swimming. Can always punch something. And elementals, I'm steering clear of...

"This does well both underwater and for smashing things!"

I like her thinking... Patros says with a chuckle as he adds a flotation device and a cestus to his gear list.

As for undead, make sure you have a blunt weapon. I'm getting one of these in case we run into something while swimming. Can always punch something. And elementals, I'm steering clear of...

That’s actually a good idea, I’ll get a set of blunt arrows for 2 gold. I may need someone else to carry some mundane stuff if anyone has room, though, I’m about at the edge of capacity as it is.

Nistivo watches everyone giving their hard-earned money *back* to the Pathfinder Society to gear up for a mission the Society has *assigned* them! He shakes his head sadly while sipping his tea. Like miners spending their entire pay packet at the company store.

On the other hand, heavily-armed bodyguards could be handy on this salvage mission. He stands up and flashes a wide smile. "Well my fellow agents, well-armed is fore-warned and all that! Let's go treasure hunting!"

"I don't suppose that your swan boat comes with its own supply of ale?"

"That's a good one!”

"But, ahh... No. It doesn't."

"Oh! And one more thing before you retire to your cabin for the night: The Pride can be identified by its figurehead. It's a carving of a sun orchid, apparently because Aspenthar is known for the sun orchid elixir. Let’s see. What else...? The ship was constructed of Thuvian wood, and the anchor and ballast should have distinct sun orchid stamps impressed into the metal.”

The aged tengu wraps a few small bundles of "Kakikko's Special Tea" for each of you to have. She then ushers you out and tells you to get plenty of rest before your busy day tomorrow. Finally, she bids you all good luck again.

"Oh! And one more thing before you retire to your cabin for the night: The Pride can be identified by its figurehead. It's a carving of a sun orchid, apparently because Aspenthar is known for the sun orchid elixir. Let’s see. What else...? The ship was constructed of Thuvian wood, and the anchor and ballast should have distinct sun orchid stamps impressed into the metal.”

The aged tengu wraps a few small bundles of "Kakikko's Special Tea" for each of you to have. She then ushers you out and tells you to get plenty of rest before your busy day tomorrow. Finally, she bids you all good luck again.

"See those are the kinds of things we need to know!"

Dr. Bellows writes down the description in a notebook. "...sun orchid stamps on metal.Thanks!" He very graciously accepts the tea. "Treasure awaits!"

"...FINALLY got the tense right!"

Looking at Avery again Ekadan tells him, "You bunk with Nistivo, you two should get along well."

Will get a post up soon. Plus, it will appear at the beginning of the next page since this is the 50th post. ;)