Sar – Barrakas 28th, 998 YK
Saturday – August 28th, 998 YK
Evening
 | You make your way to the library and within the chamber stands row upon row of oaken shelves, each sagging under the weight of hundreds of heavy leather-bound tomes. Magically lit stained-glass portraits of what appear to be nobles and kings hang along the walls.
A slender woman, her head shaved except for a central topknot, stops short where she was running toward the door ahead of 5 robed and hooded men. You have time to see her slip a book of some sort into the pouch at her belt, and then race for you without a word.
The five men pull out large blood red blades as the woman draws a cruel-looking weapon. A length of chain connects a wicked-looking hooked blade to a metal skull with a dagger protruding from its mouth. The woman smiles as she spins the blade to a blur in her hands. |
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Sar – Barrakas 28th, 998 YK
Saturday – August 28th, 998 YK
Evening
The front doors part to reveal a stately interior hall some 40 feet high. Four enormous marble columns bear the visages of what appear to be hobgoblin kings, presumably from the Dhakaani Empire. Tapestries hanging from the ceilings depict idyllic meadows and blood-soaked battlefields. What is likely the most recent addition to Vorgaard’s collection is a chilling rendering of a frozen field of corpses in the Mournland.
On the floor beneath the Mournland landscape lie two men in steward’s livery. One is badly bludgeoned, and a crossbow bolt sprouts from the other’s neck like a sapling.
Tall stained-glass windows line the walls. Those facing the west wing of the house reflect the red glow of the blazing fires raging there. Interior doors set in the opposite wall from the entryway lead farther into the estate.
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Sar – Barrakas 28th, 998 YK
Saturday – August 28th, 998 YK
Evening
As you sail towards the estate, rain begins to fall. A storm is approaching. Thunder clouds and lightning make their steady way south towards you. After a day at sea through rough stormy weather, you approach the mainland and see the tall foreboding cliffs of Cape Far. Waves violently smash against the base of the cliffs. You maneuver your vessel down the Cape toward safer water and make your way to Vorgaard’s private dock.
Once there, you see two ships moored to docks. Morthos recognizes one of the ships as the same that left port before you.
“There is Dura’s ship Sejik. I saw it leave Regalport during the commotion on the docks. At the time I had no idea who was aboard.”
“No matter Morthos. We are here now. You will have your chance to say hello.” Sejik smiles.
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Far – Barrakas 27th, 998 YK
Friday – August 27th, 998 YK
Evening
As Kohl, Taveah and Miklos walk down the cobbled streets of Regalport on their return back to the Swiftwind, footsteps are heard from behind.
Taveah is first to spot the cloaked figure. It is the same person seen in Adderport. It senses it has been spotted and ducks down a maze of alleyways. Taveah quickly gives pursuit.
“Kohl! Miklos! Quickly this way!”
The cloaked quarry barrels through the dark alleys, but Taveah keeps the figure in her sight. As she races through the cobbled maze, she is reminded of the many cat and mouse games she played as a child.
“Run from me will you? Let’s see how fast you really are.”
Miklos and Kohl struggle to keep up with their raven haired ally.
“She’s a fast one isn’t she?” Miklos pants.
“I’ve never bested her, though this armor isn’t helping.” Kohl grumbles.
They watch as she darts down another corner.
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