I must admit my patience for this sorry town of Torrenport was coming to an end. My companion of these last few months and I found ourselves at silvers end, with the despicable taste of piscene broth between our lips. I was contemplating the dangerous trek across the unknown wilderness of this isle to another settlement. Anyplace a man might earn a decent wage. But something tugged at Ix Chels conscience, a weight that held her here. I wasn’t going anywhere without her. A pledge was made to see this through. I have nothing if not my word.
We were summoned, along with two others I would later know as Thalmor – a Feline mystic of a people I’ve only encountered here on Wyrmsgrave, and Poppi – a vexatious but competent human sell-sword, by a runner for Garren Dellehue, dock master of Torrenport. For lack of men willing to brave the reefs at night, he asked us to investigate a ship hung up on the rocks. We agreed for no other reason than the hope it would lead to better eating.
The ship, “Midnights Mermaid”, was covered in mold, moss and lichen, adrift and silent upon the water. We found her crew in similar condition. From their corpses erupted small, toothed demons, with the flesh of plants but the appetites of wolves. Resistant to piercing blades, the heavy edge of axe and crush of cudgel saw them laid still.
Among the casks of rum and other provisions, we found an iron bound oblong box, which we pried open, perhaps foolishly, to uncover a being within. Dandy-dressed but pale and drawn, we knew instantly this man was no man. I could feel Ix Chel tense beside me and knew we found our mark, but he was soon a cloud of mist, out the port hole and away toward the city. Ix Chel spoke not at all, and I followed her lead. Our new companions seemed trustworthy enough, but why burden another with this doomed mission? Vengeance is personal, and I had earned my invitation to deaths door once again through many months of trust.
In what remained of the ship, we found a fine cutlass, jewels bearing the coat of arms of Lord Polgerod, and three strange carved rods made of ivory, darkwood and mithral – all found in a hidden chamber revealed by our clever sellsword Poppi, whom I suspect has a talent for finding that which others wish to hide. I will keep a closer hand on my coin purse. A ledger and small amount of coins were also scavenged before we set the ship alight, hoping to stop what seemed to be a plague from drifting into the city. I suppose a more thorough cleansing would have included us as well, but I’m not sure my companions would agree, and there is still the greater mission.
The short return trip verified why the locals are loathe to take to the water at night, as were accosted by a beast bearing the worst traits of crab and eel. It is only through luck and well placed violence that we managed to get to shore before those of us clothed in steel sank to our graves.
The dock master tells us the ship must have been bearing his brothers’ heirlooms back, as the cutlass is clearly a Dellahue family blade. He believes this means his brother has perished, and I suspect he is correct. I sympathized, but collected my pay without comment nonetheless. I cannot bring comfort to others with words that I have not found for myself. I hope only he bears the grief better than I have.
1050 xp each
3 rods with strange runes (ivory, darkwood, mithril), 135 pp, Masterwork cutlass (Dellehue family heirloom, given to Portmaster Garren), Small chest of jewelry with Polgerod crest insignia