After finishing repairs on your ship, you take a look around. A number of ships are docked at port, many of them are being repaired by crews. You wonder if they had similar adventures to your own, or if they simply had less luck navigating into port.
You see one repair crew waiting under a sign haphazardly painted with the words “Protect your ship! Rockward hulls!”
At the edge of the port, you see two ships being sold: A tiny used Sky Sail and a brand new Galleon.
I head to the temple district to talk to people I know there. I want
to find out what they know about lightbringer, the previous ocean god,
or any of the things the god was referring to like the armor of
orcsbane, raven’s staff, fuel that burns in queen’s barge, etc.
You visit the temple of the Artificer and offer a short prayer in thanks for his eternal gifts. You walk over to a priest friend you’ve known for years, named Saldo. You notice that he rolls his eyes and turns away from you, but assume it means that he wants you to follow. Scurrying up beside him, you begin badgering him with questions.
He must be very busy, because his answers are very concise.
“You know as much as everyone does about the Lightbringer. He’s the god of the voidglow. He’s a god gone mad and infects this world with madness.”
“There’s no such thing as an ocean, that’s only legend.”
“Yes, yes, Orcbane, Raver Staff I’m sure your new inventions will be wonderous when you complete them.”
“Go talk to that lunatic Joeseth if you want to hear about the Bone Queen.”
And with that, he’s gone, breaking into a very unpriest-like sprint, if you’ve ever seen one.
Do I know who Joseph is? I yell after him to thank him for his time,
and that if he needed to go to the bathroom so bad, he should have
told me. It’s not good for his health to hold it in.
You know the name Joeseth as a worshipper of the Rotting One as the goddess of love. You seen him many times on God’s Parade and you’ve gotten along with him quite well. You know he has a ship called the Forgotten Purpose, so if he’s not here, he’s probably sailing aimlessly through the Shattered City.
I search around God’s Parade for Joeseth, and if I don’t find him, I
search the port to see if the Forgotten Purpose is around.
You don’t see Joeseth hanging around his common spots, so you head back to the dock to see if his ship is in port. At port, you don’t see the Forgotten Purpose. You ask around to see if anyone knows where he is, but they don’t seem to give you the time of day.
I spread the word to people that know Joeseth that I’m looking for him
to talk about his god. I realize that I need to check our ship and see
what, if any, rock or dirt has been stored on the ship by previous
captains for navigational purposes.
You don’t recognize anyone in port – it’s been a long time since you spent any significant time in Gateway, and the life expectancy of sailors is always low. Still, you let some dock workers know you’re looking for Joeseth. Their dismissive reactions indicate to you that without additional incentive, the message would more likely reach him stuffed in a bottle and tossed into the Void.
Shrugging, you board the Chance to check on it’s navigational equipment. As you stand at the stairs descending below deck, you think you hear something or someone below. You call out, “Who’s there?” to the cabins below. The noise you heard suddenly goes quiet.
Roland hears from below a soft voice.
It asks, “Oh, uh, hi, are you the captain?”
I call out, “Come out where I can see you. The captain will be along.
Who are you and what are you doing on our ship?” I draw my bow, drop
my pack, and nock an arrow at the ready but not drawn.
You see a young-ish male drakin step out from below deck. He’s about 4’ tall. Sheathed at his waist is what looks like a bone sword of some sort and he’s clad in the hides of various creatures. A helm dangles from his pack. Despite the relatively light appearance of the pack, he seems to be slowed by its weight. As he notices you, he relaxes a bit, though his right hand is clutched at his side, slightly out of your view.
“Good day gentle sir. It is I, Tyrath. I’ve been looking for a worthy vessel and this ship looked friendly. I didn’t see anyone above deck so I hoped to find the captain down below. I called out when I stepped aboard… you mustn’t have heard me… " he trails off.“Anyway, I seek passage. Do you have room for one more?”
He’s got a very bright gleam in his eye, but seems a bit naive.
You see before you an old man wearing hide armor that looks like it’s
seen many years of use. On his body look like many gadgets of
questionable purpose and durability. He’s holding a silver bow and
seems wary, yet curious as to why someone else would be here. “I see,
I am [potentially changed name here], a member of the crew. To where
do you seek passage, and how urgent is your need? Have you experience
sailing the void before? We have a small crew, and you might be
expected to pitch in.”
The drakin releases his fist and the gleam in his eyes subsides. He flashes a disarming smile and drops his arms to his sides casually. “Sir, it is the utmost pleasure to… I mean, uh, nice to meet you. Anywhere will do…. I’m just looking to get off this rock.”
“I have sailed the void a bit. In fact,” he reaches down and pulls out his rib sword gently in a non-threatening way and dispalys it proudly, “I didst have the honor of, uh, I mean, I killed me the skyler this sword came from.” He slides the sword back into the sheathe." So to answer your question I can crew. Am better at putting down beasties than I am at sailing a vessel, but I’ve had a modicum, uh, bit, of training. I have but one condition, and tell me truly…" an intensity and a surge of anger fill his draconic eyes, “do you sail with Shepherds?” You notice his right hand begin to clench slightly as he spits out the last word.
“Now, now, sonny. No need to talk all stupid like. I can understand
you just fine, though some of my companions might not fare so well.”
The old man puts his bow and arrow away. “Just trying to get off this
rock, eh? Hope you’re not running from something. Nope, no shepherds
here. But that does remind me of this one time…” The old man starts
into a long rambling story about a past encounter with shepherds where
he saw some shepherds in the distance while searching for tech
salvage. You get the feeling the story could go on for a long time.
The drakin looks puzzled briefly, but relaxes again and his smile returns.
“Stupid? Oh uh sure. Just trying to break a habit of mine… but yeah, that’s definitely an interesting story and I’m sorry to interrupt… I came to Gateway expecting it to be a glamorous place full of adventure… somewhere to stretch my wings, so to speak. Turns out it’s more of a heap than I had hoped. Too many damn Shepherds around too. I’m looking to make a name for myself… stop living under the shadow of my fa…uh, nevermind. I just want to see the skies, amass some riches, explore some ruins, find some ancient artifacts. You know, the regular stuff of youth… all youth except Drakin youth.” He mumbles the last part so that its barely audible, then catches himself and looks up again. “Might I beg of you, er, think I can have a berth aboard yer ship? If I may ask, who are the other crew?”