1,000 Leagues across the sea
Mal as Naal
Fearless as Tenfoll’at
Drewid as Cober Snek
Troy as Uzza
TempyVixen as Faenoa
Konopa as Eight
Trader's Bay and beyond
Leaving Trader’s bay and Bardy behind, we turned southward to follow the coast. It was not long before we were greeted by an emissary of an “unknown entity” that politely threatened our vessel and all aboards life unless we gave up something of particular value. Uzza, respecting the things terms, traded a magical staff of some kind which was apparently sufficient as we were allowed to pass. It was later that we identified the area to be home to a Kraken by the name of Xarkreteth. Aside from that, there was nothing of unusual note on the first few days except a small fishing style village on the coast line. We saw fires and huts and smoke rising, but decided not to stop as our goal was further onward.
A ship shattering storm, and a friend on the horizon
Coming out of the storm, though, we identified a Triton out at sea on a very small rocky island. He was practicing martial arts with a wooden log, paying no mind to the location. Faenoa, having effected quick repairs in her role as Bosun, hailed the fellow who seemed friendly enough. He went by Jimbei, and introduced himself as a family man who practiced The Way of the open hand.
I will say my own interest in speaking with the Triton allowed caution to slip as I invited him on board, though he did have impressive nautical knowledge and was able to identify and forewarn of several things that were waiting in our intended direction. Jimbei and I sat over tea for some time discussing the differences in our journey down The Way, and we even had a friendly sparring match to raise ship morale. After some time on board, Jimbei had to go. His family was waiting and he had much still to do. We left on friendly terms and anyone needing assistance from the sea would find it in him.
The hermit and the sea monsters
We spoke some with the hermit who survived off the wreckage of the ships that entered the sound and Faenoa traded some cookies for a ring of the Ram. He let us know that if we saw him in the future, he may have more as you never know what may wash ashore.
It wasn’t long that we traveled onward before we met one of these ‘sea monsters’. It was a Mosasaurus, and a massive one. We were able to neutralize the threat with quick tactical thinking and strong magic, but not before the monster nearly sunk the Red Manta. After the battle I had suggested we remain in the graveyard and use the parts of lost ships to fix our own. This was agreed upon and we spent nearly a week in suspense while Faenoa dutifully got the ship back in order.
Castles in the sand
He declared that we were in violation of his Royal Laws and that we were to cease activity or be killed on sight. The crew was quite bored and we had little better to do at the time so we entertained the Khenra. Naal and Uzza had to cast magics in order to understand and speak with him, but it was to our dismay that we had stumbled into lands owned by the Great Khenran Monarchy. The Khenra on our ship was named Osaze and he was a sort of diplomat and sheriff in one. He offered to allow us to plead our case before his court and if things went well, to depart their lands unharassed.
I took to silence and began observing as is my nature while Naal acted as captain, discussing with the Khenra about our relations to the Great Khenran Empire. It turned out that the GKM had little knowledge of the GKE, assuming it to have been destroyed. Further, they had no knowledge of our Khenran diplomat friend, Onnuphi or anything to do with the PIMs that Naal, Uzza and Faenoa showed. Osaze did seem entirely too interested in hearing about the GKE, Onnuphi, and all things regarding them and our own peoples.
It was not long before we were escorted via teleportation to a jail and court house in order to be tried before some juror.
One quick trial and a new companion
Osaze, being racist and strict, saw her presence as a slight on the building she was in thanks to some manipulative conversation and allowed us to purchase her as a slave, considering we who were not Khenra would most likely die horrible deaths at sea. It seemed the racism of the GKM was able to be used against them and Rachel was allowed to come with us back to our ship which was immediately set on course to return north.
Northward and Givac
The days of travel back north were not uninteresting, though. We came upon a retired magic user on the shore line by impressive white cliffs. He was a dwarf that goes by Givac.
Givac was a very friendly dwarf with his own hut that included some spatial oddities. On the outside it was about the size of a tiny hut, but the inside was an ornate and regal Dwarven hall that had doorways to taverns, inns, stores, and all sorts of things. We took a day’s rest at Givac’s in order to partake in some alcohol and the comfort of an inn. That night we sang and danced and Givac even showed us his treasure vault. I was in awe to come into a room the size of our own Inn, full of immensely powerful artifacts and oddities that far surpass anything i’ve seen. All of these were mere trophies for the dwarf who was living the life of relaxation now. When asked, he simply stated that when living on sleeper island, it’s all about location. In this particular place, he was out of harms way from any serious threat and able to live as he pleased.
As we were leaving, we informed him of our own AFK and that we considered him a friend. He invited us or any of the AFK to feel free to return and enjoy his company. He even let us know of an ancient tale of a sword that was stuck in the depths of a temple to the northeast of his hut named Nā ʻuhane nalowale. The temple is guarded by evil dead but the blade itself was something of legend. If we could get our hands on it, it would aid us greatly. With the story and friendship solidified, we headed back to ship and set sail northward to Trader’s Bay.
Back to the bay
Anyway, after staying for some time at Traders Bay, we decided it was time to head home, but not before Captain Naal decided we should take some folks with us. Naal put out a decree that anyone wishing to trade a life in the Bay for a life in the AFK should meet at the Red Manta on the eve of the second day. Surprising twenty individuals took him up on the offer, including two gladiators from the fighting pits. With the new crew on board, we were finally on the way home.
The magically inclined of the party decided that we shouldn’t waste any time in a fair or bloody fight and we were all teleported by magic from our ship to theirs. Once again, the magically inclined used immensely powerful manipulative magics to force them to see reason and stop assailing our ship. We disarmed the crew with very little fighting and further attempted to discern the meaning of the combat. Cober was able to probe minds and Tenfoll’at was able to see that they were cursed. The combination put together that an entity called Serpens had cursed them and they were required to burn ships and slaughter crews in order to keep their own lives.
Naal, having some history of his own with these pirates, had lost his patience after we uncovered these things and decided he was going to burn the ship and wreck it into the sea. We all teleported back to our own ship after disarming the pirates and destroying their sails. Then Naal took hold of our own ship and rammed the pirate vessel, leaving it to sink into the ocean as we departed.
As brutal as this was, Naal recounted a tale of the brutality he experienced at the hands of the pirates as we left them. It is worth nothing that when Naal gets overly passionate, you should avoid coming between his axe and his prey.
After the excitement of the pirate ship, the rest of the voyage was clear and easy. Making port we were relieved to see it still standing, and there were even some at the docks waiting for us. I could hear joy and laughter as individuals were reconnected with loved ones, and I believe I even saw an engagement between Faenoa and Daffodil. I’ve much to discuss with the trading company as we learned a great deal on our voyage, but I am glad to be back.