This is the thread for the Lost on the Moonsea game. Please do not post here unless you are an authorized player. Thank you for your consideration.
As you hang onto the drift wood in the cold water, your memory begins to return. You came to the Moonsea for adventuyre. You came for fame. You came for gold.
You should have known the price was too good to be true. The old boat seemed to be in good enough shape. The crew was either too old or too young. The captain had promised a quick ride into the north.
The passage was pleasant until the storm. It was a chilly summer night on the Moonsea, for even the summers do not have the heat of the south. The storm seemed to blow out of no where. By the time you made it above deck, the ship was already coming apart.
Now you drift in the chilly water with only your trousers to keep you warm. All of the gear that you had purchased is gone with the ship and probably your life.
It seems as if an eternity passes and the first pink rays of light begin to come over the horizen when a longship appears on the horizen.
As the longship pulls up along side you several men hall you into the boat like a wet log. As you cough and sputter, you take in your saviors. There are at least 20 of these short, hairy men. All are dressed in furs and have axes and short swords near by them. One large man with a blue pelt aroung his sholders turns to the other men and cries "Arun raun dean!" At that, the other men drop to their oars and begin rowing.
The man in the blue pelt takes a longer look at you and absently fingers his left ear. As he takes his hand away, he spits to the ground and turns to the far end of the boat shoating "Cullean! Amar russ mal vatik!" All of the rowers stop for a brief second before the blue pelted man glares at them. The rowers take back up their pace as the blue pelted man fingers the large axe at his belt.
As you sit there trying to explain your situation, a man in a black heavy cloak walks up. He is wearing fine clothes and carries a long sword on his belt. He looks at you and then at the man in the blue furs. "Asoon. Eak'rok moore valneen." He turns to you and says in Damaran, "Forgive my friends. They do not trust magic or those creatures of it."
The man in the black cloak extends his hand to help you up. "My name is Colin Blackcloak. The man in the blue furs is Blue Bear. He would be the captain of the ship."
As you take his hand a warm feeling shoots through your body. The cool summer wind melts away. You are still wet but at least you won't catch cold.
Colin says, "It is a pleasure to meet you Malyk. Tell me, from where do you travel? Where were you heading? Have you seen a tall damaran man by the name of Graynore?"
"So you are a mercenary. That is good. This is a mercenary ship. I'm sorry to say that we know nothing of your ship. Our look out spotted you so we decided to pull you up." Colin pauses briefly and looks to the horizen. "Graynore is my cousin. We were seperated a little while back but I now not where he will turn up."
Colin begins to walk toward the forecastle and slows his pase so that you can catch up. "Truth be told, this sort of thing has happened before. When one of us turns up missing the best chance we have of finding eachother is on the Moon Sea. I'll spare you the details and just say that it is a sort of curse."
With a wave of his hand, a trunk appears out of thin air. "There isn't much here but you will find some miscelanious provisions along with some dry clothes. Take what you need. Since you don't have a destination in mind, I will drop you in Melvaunt, the City of Swords. It is not far from here and there is always work to be found. As a bonus, neither the Zhentarim or the High Blades of Mulmaster have a hold in the city."
Returning to the rail, Colin looks off into the horizen.
The voyage over the next few days is pleasent. There is not much to speak of. The crew keeps their distance from you. The cold shoulders are further compounded by the fact that they speak no language you know. The captain, Blue Bear, spits whenever your eyes meet. All in all, the travel is easy but the company is lacking.
On the morning of the third day, Colin Black Cloak wakes you and states that the boat has arrived in Melvaunt. After you grab your gear, Colin escorts you to the plank so that you can exit. The rest of the crew looks as if they plan on leaving ship as well until the look out exclaims, "Brusdack! Brusdack! BRUSDACK!" All eyes swing to the west as a fog begins to roll in against the advancing dawn.
Blue Bear shouts, "Marush grack effin molnack!" At his prompt, the entire crew drops their packs and begins hastily casting off. Colin rushes you down the plank as he keeps his eyes to the west and a firm grip on his sword. "Take care Malyk. There are dangers in some mists. If you see my cousin Graynore, please inform him that we will be searching the ports. If you look for honest work, go see a halfing in Breaker's Square named Blackalbuck. Tell him that I sent you. Now we must depart."
Without waiting for a word from you, Colin runs up the gangplank as the sailors begin to hall it onto the ship. Several lookers on stop to see what all of the comotion is about. The crew has oars to the waves within a minute and you can see Colin standing on the forecastle with a glowing orb in one hand and a staff in the other. The ship seems to take on supernatural speed as it races out of the port to the east.
As more people gather and begin to ponder what exactly the great rush is, you find it would be best to be away from there and begin moving into town.
You spend the morning bouncing between bars, messaging services, and other congressions of people to no avail. Maybe it was the lack of the shower, but no one wanted to give you the time of day. You do manage to worm out of one unfriendly fellow that brusdack means "mist" in Illuskan.
After spending some time walking around, you arrive at Blackalbuck's Swap Shop. There is a large bench area infront of the shop that you see a dwarven man begin to lay out items on. You see a small halfling male come out with an appron on. He stands there in his bare feet for a second whistling until he notices you. "Hello friend! My name is Ulblyn Blackalbuck. How can I help you today?"
Ulblyn looks you up and down. "Well, I'm in the new and used merchandise business mostly. I've got help for any heavy lifting that I need. Sorry I can't be of more assistance. Thank you for stopping though. Look around and see if anything touches your fancy." At that Ulblyn shakes your hand and you can feel a note in there.
After walking a discreat distance away, you look at the note. "Back door at 3 bells after dark."
As you approach the back door, the door opens and you are greated by Ulblyn. He brings you inside and pours you a cup of tea before sitting down to talk business. "How is Colin? I heard a rumor about some longship that rushed out of port this morning. I assume that was him. How is Graynore doing? Ohh! Look at me wasting time. You seem like a pretty good chap and since Colin recommended you, I'll take a chance on ya.
There is a pub called The Devil's Fire Tavern. I've got a hunch that they're running illegal slaves out of there. The place is owned by a dispicable chap named Jaffe. I need you to get some information on the place. I need verification within the week. If there are slaves, then I need to know where they are being held. I'm a reasonable halfling, so I'll be willing to give compensation in the neighborhood of 600 crowns for verification of the slaves and their location.
I know this isn't the typical work of a new and used goods proprietor so I'd appreciate it if you kept this between you and me. Well? Do we have a deal?
After spending sometime moving around town, you hear that the tavern was a recent acquisition and that it's a real dive bar. Corwyn seems to have a bad reputation and some speak like he might be into some illegal slavery. Not much else can be found out. The day starts to get long and night is approaching. What will our pointy earred hero do next????