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.
- 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)