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Chapter 1 — Void Scavver
Back at the docks, Szordrin, Jayce, Nargroth, Oma, and Kytharrah arrived, bringing with them both Martho, from the Interlink Consortium, and the simian sailor, whose name they learned was Bansh. They had made a quick stop at Martho's apartment in Low City for him to grab some maps first, but otherwise took the same route back as they come to get to the Interlink Consortium store.

   As they passed through the crowds of sailors and dockworkers, they noticed a new vessel now tied off there, a metal and wooden conglomeration with towers, steampipes, and massive waterwheels on each side. A crowd of gnomes were leading four monstrous-sized hamsters off the vessel, each larger than brown bears.

   "Giant hamsters?" asked Jayce, who still looked like a drow.

   "Giant space hamsters," corrected Bansh. "They make tasty sandwiches!"

   Martho explained things a bit more. "It is how the gnomes at least partially power their spelljammers, instead of using sails or wings, but they still have helms, too. I do not pretend to understand it." Martho shrugged. "That is gnomes for you!"

   When they reached the Frihet, they found Ombert deep in conversation with some men on the docks. They overheard him discussing how he might sell their Lantanese clockwork toys and smokepower for profit. They waited for the men to leave and then were welcomed back by their ship's Captain. Upon spotting Jayce, Ombert had a sudden look of fear or discomfort.

   "Good Captain, it is only I, noble Jayce," explained the drow.

   "Oh, yes, Jayce, I did not...," said Ombert.

   "I know! I am barely recognizable in this new outfit that I purchased at market, no?"

   Martho did not seem to suspect anything, thankfully, but Szordrin quickly changed the topic to their next plans. "Hakam and the elves will be back shortly, but they are running some side errands. We found someone who can guide us to the Interlink Consortium Corporate Asteroid. How soon can we set out?"

   "Now? Seriously?" asked Ombert. "How long is the voyage?"

   Szordrin looked back at Martho. The cloaked man answered, "How long? Oh, almost no time at all. It is in the Tears. Perhaps an hour, tops. The trick is navigating from rock to rock correctly to find the right one. Its location is not on any commonly sold maps."

   Ombert shook his head in surprise. "I am never going to get used to how things work in wildspace! To think that one would leave for a second destination in the very same day!"

   "I know! I love the Sea of Night!" exclaimed Nargroth.

   "Even so, I will not be able to take you anywhere for a while;" Ombert said, "I have to finish setting up a vendor's booth in the market. The men that you just saw me speaking with will be returning in a few hours to finalize some details with me. However, the ship is emptied of cargo, except that your mounts are still onboard, and we paid the berthing fees, so I could send her with Loreene in command and most of the rest of the crew, if you are in that big of a hurry."

   At this point, Ombert slowed his speech a little, having noticed the upright baboon with droopy skin standing there. Bansh stepped forward and introduced himself with a bow, extending one of his wing flaps like one might bow with a cape. "Bansh nee Rainbowchild, at your service," the creature said.

   "At my service, eh?"

   "He wants to join our crew," said Oma.

   Ombert yelled up at one of the sailors, who was working at the railing. "Frath, did everyone return yet?"

   "Nay, Cap'n. Patrik and Shemus came back just before the Mis..., just before our passengers, but Gorji still isn't here."

   "Well, Bansh, is it? It seems one of our crew could not count his hours, so Tymora may have smiled on you. What can you do?"

   "I grew up on deck, Captain. I can do almost any task that you ask of me, but I am no cook nor can I navigate."

   "Stern sails?"

   "Since I was four years old!"

   "I shall let you work with Loreene's crew on this short jaunt out and back, as a test, and if she likes what she sees, I shall consider taking you on for the long haul. Fair?"

   "It is most fair, Captain!" said Bansh, bowing again. "I thank you. It will be a pleasure to serve." The simian hurried aboard the vessel.

   "He did not even ask what I pay," Ombert said in a low voice. Then he yelled up to Frath again. "Frath, set this one to work with Guttar." Frath nodded.

   "Gorji is missing?" asked Jayce. "Do you think that he was kidnapped? Should we go looking for him?"

   "It has only been five hours," said Ombert. "He is very late, but I am sure that he just had too much fun on shore."

   Everyone else also boarded the vessel, and Solisar began to look over the Martho's map of the Tears with him.

   An hour later, when Hakam and the elves returned, Gorji was still absent. Ombert was more angry than concerned, but Hakam offered to pray for the means to locate him in the morning.

   "That will also give him time to show up," said Solisar.

   "I do not know...," said Jayce. "This worries me."

   The sailors, however, shared Ombert's lack of concern. "He never really loved the sea enough to be a sailor anyhow," said Bollus, a young and bald crewmember from Calimshan with a dragon turtle tattooed on his back.

   "Probably found a pretty spurnarmor at a festhall and lost track of time," said Brad.

   "You always suspect a conspiracy, Jayce," said Leokas.

   "And I was correct the last time that I did, was I not?"

   "Forget about the missing sailor for now," said Szordrin. "Let me tell you what Martho explained to us about the rod of retracing. He said that the it was not a normal rod of retracing but rather a rod of intraplanar retracing. The rod would have functioned somewhat differently than we were told in the store. It still locked onto 'residual threads' in the Astral Plane and could then be used as a spell focus, but it did not retrace to the last cosmological plane that the target was on; rather, it retraced to the last gravity plane of the target within the same plane of existence, whether that be a planet, a worldlet, or even the deck of a spelljammer. This all means that the murdered started from somewhere in our own plane of existence, somewhere in Realmspace."

   "Realmspace is still very, very big," said Oma.

   "Would such a rod give further information beyond that?" asked Hakam.

   "As far as I understood it," replied Szordrin, "it could place you anywhere on the gravity plane, so let us hope that your target was on a small worldlet like the Rock of Bral and not on a full-sized planet like Toril. We still would need to know how the murderer found out that my master was in the Underdark."

   "How expensive is such a rod?" asked Hakam. "Do we know?"

   "We asked him that, and he said about 500 platinum trade bars."

   One of the nearby sailors nearly choked upon hearing the sum.

   Loreene came up to them. "Are you ready to head out, gang?" She already had her vest on that she always wore over her bandeau when it was her turn in command.

   They nodded. "If possible, we hope to be able to return back to the Rock to find an inn before nightfall," said Solisar, "assuming nightfall is even a thing on the Rock."

   "It must be," said Nargroth, "can you not tell that the Rock is revolving? The sun has moved, just like it would have on Toril."

   "You are right, Nargroth. Indeed, it has. At about the same rate as on Toril too, I think."

   "Well, let us sail, then!" said Loreene to the adventurers. "It is a good thing that I held back at the bar with Gren; no one told me that we would be setting sail again so quickly! But, I'm happy to take you where you need to go."

   As they waited for the sailors to untie the vessel from the dock, Szordrin asked Martho a question. "Are fires forbidden on the Interlink Asteroid?"

   "Generally, that rule is held on any small worldlet, yes."

   Jayce took the spelljamming helm again, since it was still linked to him from in the morning. Loreene assigned Rimardo, the Turmish fellow with dreads, as pilot. Solisar and Martho stood behind Rimardo at the map table and prepared to guide the Frihet from asteroid to asteroid in the cluster. Loreene began to issue commands to her fellow sailors, and soon, they were rising from the docks at the edge of the Rock of Bral and into the black sky of wildspace.

   Martho would explain to Solisar and Rimardo to which asteroid they should point next, Rimardo would issue commands for heading, which would be relayed, and the sailors would adjust the sails, pointing the spelljammer toward the destination, which was often invisible at such a distance. Then word would be relayed down to Jayce in the forecastle and almost instantly the rocky form of a small asteroid would be some hundred yards in front of the ship. Most of these asteroids were very tiny as far as asteroids go, some only hundreds of yards across.

   When they were about half way to the Consortium's headquarters, Szordrin, who was standing at the port-side railing of the main deck, was enjoying the view. Suddenly, from somewhere below the boat, a 20-foot-long, jet-black form emerged. Szordrin found his head and upper body held sideways in the gaping maw of some creature and felt countless teeth puncturing the flesh of his shoulders and upper chest and back. He struggled with his partly free right hand to press against the monster's pointed snout, which felt like sandpaper. His body went into so much shock, that he did not even feel the pain of the bite.

   Kytharrah spun around, hearing Szordrin's yell. He saw what could best be described as a black cyclopean shark, seemingly able to swim through empty space. Szordrin's entire head was currently in the beast's mouth. The minotaur bounded over and grabbed the "shark's" snout and lower jaw, struggling to pry open the mouth, but even Kytharrah was not strong enough to force the clamp open.

   Leokas launched a volley of arrows from the forecastle into what he hoped was the creature's vital organs.

   "Positively terrifying!" exclaimed Martho. He rose from the map table and covered his eyes. Oma gasped. Solisar looked over. The space shark's body was easily three times as thick as a man's. Its single eye strangely glowed. Solisar's magical vision showed an aura around the whole body as well. He rushed down the starboard steps from the sterncastle, extracting a bit of licorice root from his pouch as he descended. Several standing around him felt a sudden surge of energy and motion, but this transmutation magic was not soon enough for his friend.

   Szordrin continued to struggle, but to no avail. "Ormur!" he shouted, hoping to summon their magic rope from within its pack. The black, one-eyed shark opened its jaw rapidly, surprisingly wide, and its teeth jerked forward before the wizard could respond. In about three seconds, Szordrin's entire body was gulped into the beast's mouth.

   Szordrin was gone.

   Belvin appeared beside Kytharrah and laid hands on him. A surge of strength rushed through the minotaur, but the minotaur had no idea what to do. The monster had just eaten his friend! Belvin began screaming threats and obscenities at the beast in Sylvan, commanding it to spit out his companion. Leokas continued to shoot arrows, now aiming for the shark's tail so as not to also strike his swallowed friend.

   The sailors only just recognized what was happening and began screaming out, "Shark!" Nargroth roared in rage and charged down the steps from beside Oma to the main deck, but he could not reach the shark-like creature in time. It lifted its large head from the railing and was turning in space, about to "swim" away.

   From the top of the mizzen-mast, Bansh dove down recklessly, wings extended and cutlass drawn. He struck the side of beast, slashing its flesh open behind its tail fin, but the four-inch deep gash was not even enough to draw blood. Bansh continued to shoot past the shark into the reverse gravity below the ship's central plane.

   "Man overboard!" shouted Rimardo.

   Hakam burst through the port-side door from the forecastle, having no idea what the commotion was outside on the deck. Seeing a massive shark directly in front of him, he called on power from Anachtyr and boldly pressed his open hand against the shark's side. Black, crackling energy spread through the monstrous shark's body, and it twitched and writhed, but it was still not dead. Only then did Hakam seem to process how large and dangerous his opponent seemed. He stumbled against the railing and grabbed hold tightly.

   The shark flapped its tail to jet away from the side of the ship, but it was pummeled by two blasts of force from one of Oma's spells. It rolled to the side a bit, giving Kytharrah clear access to its thick neck.

   Hasted by Solisar's magic, and strengthened by Belvin's spell, he drove his blade down with great speed and power. The first swing opened up its neck, spraying blood on everyone nearby. The eerie glow in its one eye immediately faded, but not before Kytharrah could stop his second swing, which almost entirely cut the shark's head off.

   The massive, limp form of the beast slapped against the side of the ship and then tumbled. Bobbing in the gravity plane, it began to drift away, but Bansh, also bobbing, grabbed its tail and heaved it back. He reached his hand into the exposed gullet of the shark and tugged an unconscious Szordrin from the creature, covered in vile ooze. Gore and mostly digested bits from earlier meals now floated out of the shark's body to spread out over the invisible gravity plane.

   Sailors and adventures all hurried to help get the bodies of Szordrin and the shark back onto the ship, and they tossed ropes out to Bansh.

   "That was verifiably terrible!" exclaimed Martho.

   Belvin and Hakam were both examining Szordrin on the deck. "He still has a pulse," Belvin said. Oma gasped in relief.

   The druid neutralized the poison that Szordrin had inadvertently ingested, while the cleric used his magic to close the multiplicity of dagger-like bite wounds.

   Szordrin came to consciousness and coughed up a mess of stomach acid from the shark. Thankfully, his fiendish blood granted him magical protection from many acids, granting him the few more seconds that his teammates had needed to free him.

   "Is this dinner?" asked Kytharrah.

   "Might not be safe to eat, my man," said Diero, another Turmish man.

   "Certifiably not!" said Martho.

   "No, I have eaten void scavver meat," said Bansh. "It is not as delicious as night scavver meat, but it is still delicious."

   "A scavver?" asked Belvin and Solisar together.

   "The smaller ones are just annoying scavengers," said Bansh, "but these kind are person-eaters. All scavvers hang around the air envelopes of small wildspace objects, hitching rides on passing vessels. The small ones are actually nice for tossing waste out to, and the night scavvers are, as I said, delicious, but these big ones,..." He didn't finish his thought.

   Szordrin stood silent, still in shock, as the others discussed eating the monster that had so nearly eaten him. Belvin finished decapitating the scavver, and more of its stomach contents oozed out. There was something shiny there. Out of habit, Szordrin swiped it. It was coin. He wiped the poisonous goo off and saw a woman's face on the coin. The iconography looked familiar. He went below deck without saying anything else to the others. He had a lot to think about.
Session: 105th Game Session - Wednesday, Aug 22 2018 from 7:00 PM to 10:00 PM
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Chapter 1 — Two Quick Side Stops
~ sixth-day, 6th of Tarsakh, The Year of Rogue Dragons, afternoon
Middle City, Bral

Everyone returned back the way they came, past the Interlink Consortium to Grand Street. From here the group split. While most of them, with Martho and the prospective sailor recruit, returned downhill to the docks, Hakam and the three elves turned right and began to follow the main street as it curved around the Great Market.

   "The elves will not let you into their forest," said Belvin to the human among them.

   "I have no intent to follow you all the way to the forest," explained Hakam. "I am looking for another magistrate's office to report the incident at the pub."

   "They are not going to care about a pub brawl," said Belvin.

   "Nevertheless, it is my duty to report the matter."

   "Did we not pass such an office on the way here, further back on this street?" asked Solisar.

   "Yes, but if I am not mistaken, we entered another district of the city," Hakam replied. "Gamalon said that the Consortium was in Middle City. I strongly suspect that each district has its own magistrate's office. They will if they are civilized."

   Just then, a street bum approached them. Hideously ugly and malformed, the man smelled terrible and whined for alms. Hakam reached into his pouch and handed him a copper. "Two more copper pieces if you can show us the fastest way to the Elven Forest and the magistrate's office," he said, while scrunching his nose against the man's vile odor.

   "Ah, ' course I can help ye. Ren the Wretched knows the way 'round the Great Market better than anyone else. Are ye sure ye don't need any goods. If Bral has 'em, Ren the Wretched can find 'em for ye." He looked up at them expectantly.

   "At the moment, all we need is directions," said Solisar. "Perhaps tomorrow or after we may need help finding goods, and if we come across you at that time, we shall ask then."

   "I'll be sure to keep an eye out for ye." Ren the Wretched looked at the sun elf with his only functioning eye. "Ren the Wretched is here every day."

   "Lead on then," said Hakam.

   Ren the Wretched turned to lead them, walking on unbalanced legs. They gave him significant distance before following, so that they could take deep breaths again.

   They really did not need any guidance to find the forest. They never left Grand Street as it continued to follow along the outside border of the market, moving counterclockwise. It then turned sharply to the right. "Keep on up the road," said Ren the Wretched, "and ye'll pass the Festival Grounds. Then the Forest is on the left."

   The elves headed in that direction and Hakam continued walking around the outer edges of the market with their smelly guide.


The elves indeed passed by something like a paved parkway with planted trees and bushes on their right, crossing first Low Park Street and then High Park Street. Then there was the forest, coming up the street on the starboard side. The underbrush was too thick to enter at first; they had to walk half a block until they reached an obvious opening.

   It only took several paces into the cover of the trees before they felt like they were in another world.

   The three elves saw ash trees, oaks, laurel, and birch, many looking hundreds of years old. The light had a silvery gleam to it.

   "Elven magic is at work here," Solisar noted. "These trees appear older than the Rock has been settled."

   "It is beautiful," said Leokas, "though only a shadow of my High Forest home."

   Silently, two armed elves, finely crafted mail in perfect condition, stepped out of the tree cover into the path. Whether they had been invisible or simply well-hidden and quiet was not clear.

   "Welcome, ebrath, to the Elven Forest."

   "Alae," said Solisar. "I am hoping that you can lead me to the Elven Fleet. I have been sent from the Isle of Evermeet on behalf of Admiral Icarus."

   The two elves looked at each other. "Too bold a statement to be a lie, I think," said the one guard. "Nevertheless, such a visit requires advanced notice and an appointment. One of us will deliver your message. Can you return on the morrow?"

   "I suspect that I may easily enough."

   "Then, we shall see you then."

   "In the meantime," said the second guard. "Please feel at home among the trees. All true members of Tel'Quessir are welcome here."

   The two warriors stepped aside and let the three visitors pass. Belvin, Leokas, and Solisar walked along the path for a ways, delighting in the peaceful sounds of birds and small animals and taking in the pleasant smells of blossoms and fallen leaves. (The forest seemed to show simultaneously signs of Spring and Autumn.) There was no evidence of any structures or habitations, simply wild forest and the narrow, soft path.

   When they reached a crossroads; they decided to turn and go back. Solisar looked forward to returning the next day, after finishing whatever inquiry they could into Szordrin's rod with Martho's aid.


Hakam followed behind Ren the Wretched along the starboard side of the market, avoiding most of its crowd of sellers and buyers. He paused for a moment when he saw a sign that he actually recognized: "Gamalon's Curios". It was the curios shop of that old sage from Tethyr.

   He had to step more quickly to catch up, but it was not much further before Ren the Wretched stopped and pointed with his twisted arm. "Trader's Way. The magistrate's office is down that way on the left." He held his palm open until Hakam filled it with the promised two more coppers.

   The offices of the Middle Magistrate were a complex of connected buildings with simple architecture, one of which was clearly a jail house. It was well guarded by men in chainmail and carrying swords and crossbows. Hakam went in the door that did not enter the jailhouse.

   "May I help you?" asked a clerk at the sole desk in the room. Two other doors exited from the tiny entry room, and there was a bench for waiting as well. A single armed man stood guard.

   "Yes, I am here to report an incident that occurred about 30 minutes ago at the Port Hole, a tavern on the port side."

   "How many people are dead?" asked the clerk, dipping a quill in some ink and ready to record.

   "No one died," said Hakam, "thanks to the intervention of my team and me."

   "Were any fires started?"


   "If no one died and there were not any fires, why are you bothering the magistrate? Do you not think that Lady Ketal has better things to do?"

   "Pardon me for my intrusion," said Hakam. "I would have thought that the matter would have been of interest to her. I am new to Bral and also wanted to know more about how law and order were maintained." He kept to himself how disappointed he currently was with how the "system" seemed to work.

   "Well, if she has not the time to investigate non-critical crimes, she surely does not have the time to explain our laws to an off-worlder, no offense. Now, is there anything else that I can do for you?"

   Just then, the door behind him opened and another member of the Magistrate's Watch entered. The two guards nodded, and one bid the other good evening, and the first guard exited the building.

   "No, that is all," said Hakam. "Thank you for your time." He turned to follow behind the guard whose shift must have just ended.

   The off-duty Watch member saw Hakam exit and motioned to him to come over. "The clerk's a clevershank," said the man, "yet completely unhelpful, but he is correct that the magistrate would not have given you any time. How new are you to the Rock?"

   "Just arrived perhaps five hours ago, from Toril." Hakam glanced up at the blue planet hanging in the black sky.

   "Never been," said the man. Then he nodded at the tiny silver balance around Hakam's neck. "You a priest of Tyr?"

   "In my home country of Calimshan, he is know as Anachtyr, but yes."

   "I attend Tyr's temple twice per tenday! You should give the local temple a visit. At least the Tyrrans care about justice on this otherwise gods-forsaken rock. So, you are curious about how the laws work around here? I can fill you in quickly, for what that is worth."

   "I would be most appreciative."

   "Well, first, there are not actually any official law books. The Prince owns the whole Rock, and all the rest of us are tenants, so, technically, his word is law. I know that must be unthinkable to a priest of Tyr, but I am just passing on the information."

   The man lowered his voice and leaned in closer to Hakam. "Now, sure, there are rather convincing rumors that he murdered his brother to inherit his father's throne, but as far as rulers go, he could be a lot worse, so it is not as bad as it sounds. There are three government councils, however, and they in part balance the prince's power and make a lot of the decisions.

   "As far as laws go, the prince has mandated that piracy and slavery are both illegal, but everyone knows that the prince himself is descended from pirates, so that mandate is usually only referenced if the prince has it out to get someone.

   "Treason against the crown and arson are the two most heinous crimes one can commit."

   "How does the legal process work?" asked Hakam.

   The man laughed. "There is a lot of self-regulation, if you know what I mean. Most shops hire their own guards. If you steal, you are likely to get your hand hacked off by a paid guard. However, if the crime is considered serious enough, something that a paid guard cannot handle or that affects the whole asteroid, it can be reported here at the office. If you can get by the lazy clerk, you can present your case to the magistrate or her representative, and they can send some of us, her Watch, to investigate or to arrest the accused. Lady Terissa Ketal handles and presides over cases in Middle City, acting as both judge and jury. If something is too big for her to handle, she can always move the case on up to the prince, but that is not likely to happen unless it is some direct threat against the throne."

   "What sort of punishments does she pass out?"

   "If you accidentally start a fire, you are looking at ten years hard labor on the Underside in the crop fields."

   "What about for other specific crimes?" asked Hakam.

   "Burglaries and common thefts that for whatever reason seem important enough to prosecute earn you one year on the Underside for the first offense and five years on the second or for armed robbery. On the third offense, you are likely to be jettisoned."


   "It is the favorite way to execute someone on the Rock, because it is rather cost-effective. You simply launch the criminal from one of the catapults into wildspace. Hopefully, they all suffocate before the scavvers get them."

   "How commonly is this done?"

   "It is the usual sentence for things like piracy — again, in practice, only if the prince wants your head — arson or murder. If you accidentally kill someone — well, someone important — it is usually just five years on the Underside. Since smuggling has to do with the prince not getting tax money, it is pursued more than some lesser crimes, but the punishments are, once again, time on the Underside, along with confiscation of the goods. Basically, crimes are either labor on the bottom of the Rock or taking a ride into space without a 'jammer. I have seen a few cases of 'provocation' that resulted in a sentence of a month on the Underside, but that sort of small crime sentence is very rare.

   "I should note that the convicted who have a good amount of gold are likely to make pleas to 'pay fines' rather than serve time on the bottom. I think that you understand what I am really saying.

   "Oh, I almost forgot. The official punishment for treason is execution by impalement, and your limp body is hung in the Festival Grounds, but I have never seen that done.

   "Well, I am hungry and am going to head home to my wife and kids."

   "Thank you," said Hakam. "You were most helpful."
Session: 104th Game Session - Wednesday, Jul 18 2018 from 7:00 PM to 10:00 PM
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Meeting Mother
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The Arrival: Penumbra
Session 38: Through the Fog
The session opened with the F.I.A sailing towards the Winter Court of the Queen of Air and Darkness with Lyndra and Miletia in tow. The F.I.A’s only problem, of course, was that none of them were expert sailors. After Thane recounted what he could of the various workings and tasks of his old Vallsan crew, the party gained the ability to pilot their pinnace in what could easily have been mistaken as a straight line. Their Kelkan Folding Boat proved to be more than up to the challenge of crossing the Peacewaters, a fey sea that has been bereft of most of its original inhabitants since the War of Exiles. This distinct lack of life gave the Peacewaters an aura of both haunting silence and ethereal beauty. With the ever-consistent color of the setting sun filling the sky, this journey was not unlike traversing through a watercolor painting.

The F.I.A took an interest in a set of ancient ruins early in their seafaring adventure, and decided to disembark their ship in order to explore them. Leaving Lyndra behind to protect their pinnace, both the F.I.A and Miletia swam ashore to one of the nearby islands. Upon solid land once more, the party discovered evidence of a long since departed fey society. The party deduced that this society once had a symbiotic relationship with nature, indicated by a series of decrepit structures made of a strangely porus purple stone that seemed to absorb the sea’s inherent magics. Thane inferred that the separate islands that made up this cluster were once connected by land bridges, the layout of which demonstrated an intricate understanding of both urban planning and architecture. Through a light rain, Miletia informed the party that elves have long held the belief that the Feywild, and especially their capital city of Londlind, was at the literal center of the universe. As many extraplanar travelers may impart, this belief has had a great impact on some elves’ sense of self-importance. Since the Arrival, of course, this assumption has been factually disputed. Despite the fact that the Prime Material has been confirmed to lie at the center of the cosmos, many elves have simply chosen to ignore this in favor of older wisdom.

Once Miletia finished her explanations, the party split up to explore the ruins. After choosing to fly around the archipelago in search of arcane resources, Zaric and Midzaynov stumbled upon a young halfling girl who was taking shelter from the rain in a crumbling tower. She introduced herself as Ep, and explained that she had hidden in a Janavian oasis in order to escape a sudden sandstorm that was destroying her village. In the process of hiding, she had apparently fallen through a Fey Crossing and ended up on this island. The adventurers agreed to escort her to a safe location, and left to reunite with the rest of the party. Back at the pinnace, Miletia expressed her anguish at the fact that another creature had turned up in the Peacewaters without her knowledge. It was Miletia’s eternal duty to tend to the waters and guide lost souls to safe locations, but she was struggling to accomplish that goal on her own. Apparently, her pleas to the fey queens had gone unanswered, and her ship had been recently taken from her by pirates. It appeared that the Peacewaters, a region that refused to take sides in the War of Exiles, was still a sore spot for the fey queens despite the fact that the ancient war ended thousands of years ago.

About one week after finding Ep (time can be difficult to distinguish in the Feywild, seeing as the sky is permanently set in the shades of a glorious, ever-shifting sunset), the party’s boat made an unsettling lurch. A creature of comically large proportions had apparently just made contact with the bottom of their boat, shifting its occupants to and fro. Luckily, the creature was merely a mischievous whale who wanted to see what kind of large fish could swim above the water as quickly as their pinnace did. Zaric cast charm monster on the beast, and the two conspired in some light whale shenanigans.

A few days after bading their whale friend goodbye, the party passed by a series of coastal mountains on the starboard side of their boat. This prompted Lyndra to inform the group that they had just passed from the Peacewaters into the Ocean of Stars. Almost immediately after entering this new body of water, a thick fog began to roll across the deck of the party’s ship. Despite their best attempts to navigate in the visually-impairing terrain, the party soon found themselves off track. While the party was getting lost, another entity found them. A ship - larger and more menacing than any the party had seen before - suddenly materialized from within the fog, accompanied by the shrill laughter of dozens and dozens of goblinoid creatures. After a brief round of leading questions by the galleon’s hobgoblin captain, Thane unleashed a lightning bolt from the stern of their ship, catching them off guard! The party was suddenly facing down a crew of at least fifty goblinoid pirates at once, and lept into action!

Between the chaos of cackling goblin pirates and the order of strategically-minded hobgoblin officers, the fight was a maelstrom in itself. Wykeera’s casting of water walk allowed the party to sprint between the two ships and board the goblinoids’ galleon, who responded by shooting huge harpoons into the party’s pinnace! Thane strafed around in the air with the aid of his fly spell, launching eldritch blasts and a storm sphere that tore through the entirety of the enemy’s ship. Wykeera spent most of the battle defending against the goblins who had made their way onto the party’s vessel. Zaric cleverly used his wall of light spell to blind the enemy while keeping a safe distance by staying underwater. Midzaynov made quick work of the hobgoblin bosun, who cast a sleet storm on the party’s ship, almost destroying it with one incantation! Thane’s storm sphere was the star of the battle, destroying dozens of goblins by the time the dust settled. Zari’s divinity-infused spiritual weapon combined with Midzaynov’s martial experience fighting against pirates proved to be too much for the swashbuckling hobgoblin captain, and he fell to a mighty blow from the dragonborn’s Instrument of Mercy. With their captain defeated, the remaining goblins laid their weapons down. The F.I.A was victorious!

The party spent the next hour searching the goblin ship and tending to their wounds. They found a stash of electrum coins, the hobgoblin captain's journal, and gallons upon gallons of flammable oil. Midzaynov spent some time carefully placing oil around the enemy ship, lit a match, and let it burn. The Festering Wound, the goblinoid ship, had been disabled! Sifting through Captain Boneslicer’s journal, the party found several references to the Stalking Eye - the apparent name of the pirate cabal that the late captain once belonged to. Back on the party’s ship, Zaric swam through a hole that had been blown in the side of their ship’s hull and noticed that Miletia was missing from belowdecks! When the party questioned Ep, she told them that it appeared that one of the goblins had charmed Miletia, who then cast a spell to teleport them away during the fighting. With the aid of their new goblin captives, the F.I.A managed to repair the damage that had been done to their ship during the battle. With a new heading from Lyndra, the party set sail for a daring rescue mission at the heart of the Stalking Eye’s base of operations: Shipwreck Cove!
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