007 – In My Bunk, Under the Covers – Cleverly Using a Light Spell

After some discussion, we surmised that we are not yet tall enough to ride the ride that is the Prisim Theater. Settling into a quieter routine, I returned to my research and Zeno began his intense work on a massive slaw for the Beggar’s Feast. I am not entirely sure what has possessed him to make a slaw, of all things. I mean, it’s generally a thing that you make to balance the flavors and textures of a meal, not really a food stuff in and of itself and therefore sub-optimal for the pot luck nature of the Beggar’s Feast.

I suppose, as an elf, he cannot help it. His palate is compromised from birth.

In the middle of Zeno’s odd domestic bliss, the dock bell began to ring. Everyone, save the towered bell ringer, made haste away from the docks. We picked up our gear and ran toward it. Surveying the area, all we could find was a bag and belaying pin abandoned on the ground. Following the direction of the bell ringer, we were able to soon locate the cause of all the commotion.

It had a human torso and a catfish face with a fishy tail. Three seaspawn arrived with it, the big guy holding a large harpoon and a rope tied around the ankle of one of the seaspawn. A fight ensued, Zeno taking the large harpoon right in his chest. It was not pretty. However, we did prevail, though as we pulled up the rope from the seaspawn’s leg we found that we had not been able to save the kidnapped sailor.

We built a bonfire and at least saved the sailor from transforming into something worse than a corpse. He was a member of the crew of the Hyperion. I should look into that.

As we were sorting things out, we spotted a commotion back in town and we went to check it out. A butcher was pitching a fit because some kobolds had been in his trash and then scurried down a storm drain. The leader of the group had a shiny scaled snout. We checked out the storm drain and decided to look into the problem tomorrow.

Instead, we headed to the Blossom for drinks and intel. Kyra said that it was odd for the kobolds to be here in town. While everyone debating the merits of chasing kobolds, I slipped upstairs to see what Ashran was reading. (Men & Hunters this time. Mostly about fighting goblins, zvarts, imps, mephits, quasits, that sort of thing.) Ashran agreed that it was strange for the kobolds to be in town like that and seemed pleased that we were going to go check it out the next day.

Eventually, it was time to head to bed. Zeno came up to drag me away from reading and we headed back to our room. At some point during the night, a visitor stopped by to see Zeno. He wore platemail and a half black, half white mask that covered his face. He referred to himself as a member of The Judgement Legion. They fight the lawlessness of the city, trying to bring order and structure to this chaos.

He would not give his name, saying that individual names do not matter. He did say that if we should ever need aid in our work, we should let the bouncer at The Old Fashioned Blossom know. He also asked that we talk up his group at the Beggar’s Feast. I might need to put a little song together for that. I mean, I do have all this talent. I might as well use it for something productive.

Action Items:

  • find out what happened to The Hyperion
  • Ashran’s height
  • write a song about a town in chaos that is saved by order (in the meantime, sing Street of Laredo)

3 thoughts on “007 – In My Bunk, Under the Covers – Cleverly Using a Light Spell

  1. I don’t trust anyone who’s face is completely covered and won’t give a name. I’m not saying it has to be your real name Sir/Madam or whatnot – but it this whole “names are not important” I find highly suspicious along with the whole Judgey Legion of Doom group his or she is part of!

    Sure, this town to could a few more people stepping up when situations arise – like that brave bell ringer (remind me to bring that guy a sandwich and coffee next times he’s on watch) – he’s doing good work. But it’s a slippery slope when Judgey McFaceless Armored groups show up in the middle of the night saying this town needs more structure.

    Didn’t see any of them on the Dock when that bell was ringing!

    I may be a little salty and twitchy about this topic…

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      • So much wisdom in such a tiny body!

        I will concede that is as fair point my Little Apple Dumpling of Perspicacity.

        My hackles raise at the idea of “The Legion of Faceless Judgment” so I will try to control myself. It might be best if someone else does the talking to them until my levels of righteous paranoia become more manageable.

        I wanted it noted for the record. This record. That if any of them should encounter Itching Powder in their armor that I had nothing to do with it.

        Apropos of nothing, I’m off the apothecary…for no reason.

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