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On an island off the coast of Jalmeray, the Pathfinders are called to action! The Society's friends at the Monastery of Unbreaking Waves are faced with a horde of sea devils seeking to level their recently rebuilt temple and claim it for themselves. The Pathfinders arrive just as the invasion reaches a crescendo and must fight for their lives if they hope to protect themselves and their allies!
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Short by the standards of his own people, Fjorn makes up for his average human height in midway heft. He is surprisingly nimble for a thick-bodied and heavily armored warrior - sporting a sturdy wooden buckler with a sapling glyph on his ample forearm, and carrying a modest ulfen axe in his right. His thick beard and full head of hair a dirty blond finds itself loosely bound into multiple moderately kept locks; a few of which are indeed well groomed and arranged neatly into ropey braids, whereas others seem to have taken on an orientation of their own, unruly, unwound, unorganizable.
Though his manners are polite, they stand in contrast to his wild eyes which dart around, as if to signify he is experiencing a mild hallucination at all times. This isn’t far from the truth, for beneath his warm furs what looks like a portable laboratory is stowed in horizontal and vertical rows across the inside of his garments and around his waist - liquids of nearly every spectra visibly within reach of his ordinary sized hands.
"The Sea? Now there's a lady worth every salty penny. None of which makes sense for making stew at this time. Is is just the itch that brings ya? Or do you figure on fighting your way out?" what is he even talking about!?
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A kobold with golden scales comes onto the deck.
"Ah! Greetings Pathfinders! I am Jinlong Dragonkin. I am named after the famous Pathfinder Adventurer Rhaegal Dragonkin. The mighty Abadar has decided that this great dragon will be your healer for this mission. Smoothscales should be glad that you have a great dragon as your traveling companion today."
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Then a deep tanned skinned Shisk wearing a rattan armor on which some feathers are hanging arrives on the deck. He doesn't seem particularly strong but he wears some handwraps some reason. Looking around he speaks:
We are arrived. Oh yes yes yes, we are arrived. And they are many with us.
Seeing Jinlong he adds: We are Rinshu. Oh yes yes yes we are.
Then with a doubt: Are you able to heal spirits too?
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You see a fair-skinned female aiuvarin, with long red hair under a tricorn hat. She wears a pitch-black sailor’s outfit, and has a rapier and hand crossbow at her hip.
“Good day t’ye”, she says, doffing her hat. ”Black Molly’s the name. I’ll be bringin’ support from Davy Jones’ locker. Cap’n on deck!”
The space beside her wavers, and a greenish-blue apparition appears. It looks like a human pirate, with a long gray beard and an eyepatch. One hand holds a cutlass, while the other has been replaced by a shadowy hook. A skull and crossbones appear on his hat, as well as Molly’s.
”Avast, me hearties!”, he proclaims. ”Silverbeard walks again!”
”We’ve got sea devils, Cap’n!”, Molly declares.
The phantom spits in disgust. ”Sea devils! I’ll gut the lot of ‘em!”
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A head pops up from an open barrel full of seawater. Sea devils? Where? Lemme at them
This is from a mermaid with long black hair, tanned skin and an equally black scaly tail. She wears a shell top and a seashell pendant.
I'm Vanessa. Some call me the Evil Sea Witch ... but I'm not evil ... not really. Chaotic though ... that's another story.
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The last to arrive is a young man in hide armor. He has a longbow slung over his shoulder, but only a few arrows in his quiver. He has a heavy shield, but his only melee weapon is a little dagger at his hip. He's human, but there's something about that assessment that doesn't quite fit. It might be something about his ears... or it might be the fact that it really seems like there should be a wagging tail somewhere behind him that's gone missing.
"Hiiii!" he says as he bounds forward, waving jovially, "Hi everybody, I'm Elias. Oh wow, a ghost! Oh wow, a fish lady! I've met a fish lady before, but you're a different fish lady. I'm a pretty good swimmer, but probably not as good as you. I've never fought devils before, but I fought demons. They taste bad."
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Competition? Vanessa asks sizing Molly up with a grin And what will be competing for. I'll be in for that .. as long as it's fun
”Y’won’t win anything from this old scalawag”, Molly replies, nodding toward Silverbeard. ”I was the sea witch from his crew, and now he’s tryin’ ta get my goat”
She looks over the barrel Vanessa popped out of. ”So do you travel in that thing or…”
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”I knew a witch once. Took her for a tidbit. Grabby handed she stole sips off my brews without knowing what she had done. Turned into a snail she did. I tossed her back into the receding wave” it is unclear if this story is true, based on truth, or pure fabrication ”Now whenever I’m sailing, I stay away from the plank”
There might be an obtuse morale - there might not.