Enchanted Gears

Shanty of the Sea
Sung in reverence of the Sea, who gives and takes

We’re going away to leave you now
Good bye, fare thee well
Good bye, fare thee well
We’re going away to leave you now
Hoorah, me boys, we’re seaward bound

Ah, give me the girl with the bonny brown hair
Your hair of brown is the talk of the town

So fare you, we’re seaward bound
Seaward bound for coin to be found

So fill up your glasses for those who were kind
And drink to the girls we leaving behind

We’re seaward bound I hear them say
We’re seaward bound to make some pay

Our anchor we’ll weigh, our sails we will set
The friends we are leaving we’ll never forget

The sea she be kind, the sea she be mean
We give thanks to her and hope for in between

Seaward bound money we make
Seaward bound, souls she does take

We’re going away to leave you now
Hoorah, me boys, we’re seaward bound

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Stranded
From the eyes of Ten-Sun

The sun felt good on my scales, a slight breeze with the smell of the sea made things seem alright but that didn’t charge our situation. We were stranded. The The Bellington could be seen off a ways in the sea, anchor down and leaning to the side with the broken mast. I saw Captain Bartlow moving about, waking people and trying to be confident and cheerful. He had is work cut out for him. We knew that if we were to survive we would need supplies, and we would need them soon.

Bartlow sent Telenger and Lawson to the East, hopefully to find the other dingy that had our other comrades. We ended up with Bartlow, Telenger, Lawson, McDouglas, and Charbath. We also had some of the passengers with us; there was Alex Romanov, Undrln Nudd, Kassik, and Sarrac Keil-Frezch (Skaf). They weren’t a bad sort but my personal priority would be to look out for my ship mates, though I ain’t thinking of shanking anyone in the night or fighting them during the day. Just survival. Ahhh crap, Bartlow just yelled at me and Charbath to accompany him and the passengers to go looking for food. We are leaving McDouglas behind to gather supplies that are scattered along the beach and in the surf.

The beach gave way to some light trees which quickly grew dense. It was nice that it blocked most of the sun but I could still feel the air condense upon my scales. I was getting rather slick when a slight rustling brought the party to a stop. Something was up ahead, the low lying plants shaking in the distance as it approached. The Gob, Undrln Nudd, decided it was a good time to activate his mechiarmor and the pieces of plate clanked into place, what ever was up ahead of us must have noticed because it stopped. Some of the members started sneaking forward and before I know it that Kenkku lobbed out gouts of fire into the forest. Squeeling from the underbrush was a wild boar, now on fire, and not very happy. I was startled and jump away but luckily others acted faster and put it down. I immediately jumped into the fire to try and put it out. Last thing we need is to be smoked off the island and what ever supplies could be found burnt. By the time I finished putting out the fire we noticed Charbath had gone missing.

The Captain started following some trail and we walked on for another hour until we ran into a stream. Apparently he lost the track a ways back but decided to just keep walking. It was nice drinking fresh water, and some people got the good idea to bathe. Those pink skins sure to start smelling after sweating all day. I thought I saw something move in the forest line so I move closer, peering about but nothing moves. Next thing I know a vine falls from above and wraps around my face, I can’t yell. More vines, I am being pulled, I try to fight it as long as possible but after a while I start to tire and the vines become tighter. I can’t see much, first the sound of the forest, then I enter something, darkness, then some slight light. The sound of a large thing moving about, slithering almost. It sounds like it…it is eating something, crunching and tearing noises. I smell death, the smell of flesh.

Noises come, The Captain! A fight takes place, I am cut down by Kassik but I am too weak to do anything. The Captain…NO! The plant creature just shredded him. Undrln Nudd was almost next but the rest of the passengers put it down in time. They are much more powerful than I thought. Charbath is next to me now, he is injured. We rest, I wonder how we will get out…

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Escape

As told by Rolen de Felkirk

I admit, I’m not the best one to recount this tale, my memory of the event is… slightly imperfect. You see, I had stayed up late the previous night, drinking and gambling into the night. I actually won a pretty penny from Beldor, though that Kenku fella seemed to have took the entire pot at the end. Bastard. Sorry for the digression, but that was why my memory’s a little fuzzy. A little too much drink, and much too little sleep.

Anyway, I remember being awoken by a large crackling noise, and forced myself out of bed. Winds roared around us and lightning lit up the sky, as rain pelted us. A crewman, Kibner forced me out of bed, despite how I repeatedly told him to let me die. My head was killing me you see, splitting headache, I recall trying to move to the railing to vomit overboard, but the little gnome dragged me toward the dingy. Through the winds and rain, and silhouetted by lightning, I remember a runty Kobold and a human hacking at the connection between us and the ship towing us onward. I stepped forward to help, but Kibner firmly directed me toward the dingy, and I managed to stumble my way in. From above, I saw the first mate readying a leap down, but the Bellington heaved, and I saw the poor elf plummet, as that poor bastard Beldor tried to help. My memory’s a little hazy after that, our dingy was lowered, and we were set out to sea, only to end up on that godsforsaken rock…

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CREATURE PROFILE II

Victors encyclopedia of creature encounters

Automaton ‘Victor’ Journal Entry : 574 (2nd day of Vonus, Third month of the Year of the Scorpian)

ORGANIC ENCOUNTER ANALYSIS (54)

CREATURE PROFILE II

  • TYPE : Reptilian Avian
  • CLASSIFICATION : Hostile
  • AGGRAVATION : Unknown, possibly Party Proximity
  • LOCATION : Miscellaneous island, Shattered Islands
  • RESULT : Positive, hostile left area, harassment has ceased.

ENCOUNTER DESCRIPTION :

Flying reptile of approximately large size (several meters long, weighing hundreds of stones) aggressively responds to party near decorated obelisk in jungle grove. Vulnerable to physical attacks. Formidable armament of teeth, claws, tail, electrical discharge, and additional unknown capabilities. Initial analysis of arcane capabilities indicate connection with obelisk. Unsure of relationship with obelisk, first appeared to drain energy from dragon. After striking the obelisk the dragon left.

INTERACTION PROTOCOL :

Avoid contact, response is default hostile. Approach with caution and sufficient party fire arms and melee weapons. Defend with fusillade and physical aggression. Creature not likely capable of interpersonal communication or diplomacy. Remain aware of arcane capabilities and relationships.

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CREATURE PROFILE I

Victors encyclopedia of creature encounters

Automaton ‘Victor’ Journal Entry : 573 (1st day of Vonus, Third month of the Year of the Scorpian)

ORGANIC ENCOUNTER ANALYSIS (53)

CREATURE PROFILE I

  • TYPE : Reptilian Biped
  • CLASSIFICATION : Hostile
  • AGGRAVATION : Carnivorous Nature, Nutritional Satisfaction
  • LOCATION : Miscellaneous island, Shattered Islands
  • RESULT : Positive, most of party escaped or defeated encounters with creatures.

ENCOUNTER ANALYSIS :

Carnivorous bipedal reptiles, approximately size of small-medium dog. Fast and aggressive with claws and teeth. Possibly pack or swarm creature, hunts in groups of unknown size. Encountered dozens at once when traveling amongst organic creatures.

INTERACTION PROTOCOL :

Avoid if at all possible. Use terrain and geography to keep creatures at a distance. They can be dealt with with violence or escape, not likely subdued with vocal or physical communication.

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CREATURE PROFILE III

Victors encyclopedia of creature encounters

Automaton ‘Victor’ Journal Entry : 575 (3rd day of Vonus, Third month of the Year of the Scorpian)

ORGANIC ENCOUNTER ANALYSIS (55)

CREATURE PROFILE III

  • TYPE : Amphibious Mammal
  • CLASSIFICATION : Docile
  • AGGRAVATION : Self Preservation Threats
  • LOCATION : Miscellaneous island, Shattered Islands
  • RESULT : Positive, easily defeated.

ENCOUNTER ANALYSIS :

Two limbed amphibious mammal with thick hide and small heads encountered on beach. Likely omnivorous possibly nomadic. Organic party members successfully defeated three ‘seals’ and salvaged both nutritional and materials from seal corpses. Hides are spotted and heavily furred, thick, and water proof. The bodies have thick layer of fat and greasy muscle.

INTERACTION PROTOCOL :

Non-aggressive, safe to ignore.

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Mobalizing
Efforts of Strumdor McDouglas

Three.

Three days.

Now things are finally picking up. The thought of dying from starvation or lack of water has spilled from the rest of the boys minds. With the Captain dead and Elithwin missing nobody really knew what to do or who to look to. A few of the passengers of The Bellington are full on adventurers at heart, setting out to explore the surrounding area. For me, I would rather just stay within sight of the ship.

After the first days misshapes the second day got off with me and the boys talking about what to do to get off this island. The ship wasn’t sunk but we needed supplies to fix it. I guess our secondary cargo of tools for one of the new land cities will come in more handy than I thought. We had crates of picks, axes, saws, hammers and other items that are in high demand by the throngs of bodies needing to be put to work out in the Shatter Islands. We split up into a couple groups on the second day. Using a few of the passengers sitting around we sent the dingy we had out to load up supplies from the ship. Another group went out to start hauling in fresh water for others. The last group started work on some primitive fortifications to help us rest against the heat and also if it rains. A separate group of passengers; Kassik, Mayhem, Rolen de Felkirk, Skaf and Victor left in a West by North West direction in the morning. Exploring. Humpf, no time for that for us, but maybe they will find food or something useful. Probably not. At least Undrln stayed back and used his medicines to help the wounded.

During the third day something terrible showed itself. Looks like a Blue Dragon lives somewhere abouts on this island. All the more reason for us to get out of here. Some of the boys did some fishing about and nabbed a few edibles. We also recovered some buckets to fill with water. With tools now, we can start collecting supplies and soon enough start repairing the ship. Dark clouds are creeping towards the island today which means rain, and by the look of it a lot. The roaming passengers returned in the evening with some sea mammals meat and large fruits. Apparently their trekking did come in useful after all. It has begun to rain, and I don’t have a good feeling about how the clouds seem to be converging on this island. Cursed or not, hopefully it passes so we can get to work getting off of here.

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Finally

It’s over, finally. About a week on this barren island, and we’re finally free sailing to, I hope, civilization. Or at least ale. The Bellington seems to be in good shape, we managed to scavenge a good bit of materials after we killed the dragon.

Oh. Right, the dragon. We managed to finally kill that blasted thing about five or six days ago, found our way to its lair, where a swarm of those little chicken drakes met us. After we managed to get through that, partially due to Underln’s divine bolts of pain, the blue bastard shows up, and we have to bolt like there’s no tomorrow. Had to dive back in to grab my sword, really should look into drawing and sheathing it faster. After outrunning the overgrown lizard, we managed to rest, and find a cavern of nests, which conveniently held building supplies, but we had dragon hunting on the mind. Well, that and elemental stones. After Kassik and I botched grabbing a couple of them out, I helped Underln watch for the dragon which managed to almost blindside us. It was a grueling battle that ended with Kassik blasting the damn thing’s brain through the eye, sending it careening into a pillar, nearly bringing the cavern down on our heads.

After that, it was a relatively easy trip to grab the materials, and find a way out that didn’t involve me falling to my death in a rocky, churning death pool. McDouglas was glad to see us, and put most of us to work on repairing the ship. Don’t recall seeing that runty kobold, or the Kenku help at all, but it doesn’t matter. We’re off this damn rock finally, and I can taste the ale that I’ll buy the moment we hit civilized shores.

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Back to civilization

I knew it was too good to last. That island was a secluded paradise, exactly what I was looking for but it was only a matter of time before we got that heap seaworthy again. I found myself heading back to everything i was trying to avoid when suddenly another godsend, the first port we arrive at is nothing more than a bunch of ships lashed together, a queer sight indeed but a far sight more inviting to someone in my condition than cobbled roads and an organized law enforcement. When we made it ashore the crew and some of the more adventuresome travelers turned their attention to our ship, they still have dreams of making it to the intended port. I dont feel like expediting that process so I followed rolen (i give him a hard time but hes reliable in a pinch and hey, you kill a dragon with someone and an unspoken bond develops). Victor also came along, seems like he has grown bored with the boat, theres only so many notes a person (automaton) can write down about a floating bathtub. The three of us found our way to a pub, seemed seedy but i dont know what a normal pub would look like on floating town of boats. It actually reminded me of some establishments that i have used as a base of operations for some of the jobs ive pulled. We sat down to get some drinks and were approached by a half elf, rolen and him started talking and before i know it i find myself playing a card game for money and being taught the rules at the same time. I think they were trying to hustle some gold out of me (i didnt mind they were paying for my drinks) but ironically enough i ended up cleaning house for most of the game, rolen finally got a lucky hand and managed to almost break even. I suspect this is because the half elf got distracted and (what did i say about pulling a job or 2 from a place like this) started trying to hire us for a quick smash and grab. The mark was someone he had been following for a while and he offered a handsome amount of gold. His excuse for not doing it himself was that he didnt want to stir up trouble and (i think the booze helped) me and rolen had been doing a little bragging of our recent exploits. nevertheless we took the job, the mark was an amulet that was being used to reanimate an abomination of man twisted with machine. We found the ship in question and proceeded inside, the first room held some guards that were easily dispatched and sure enough were a gruesome twisting of what used to be living and machine. When they were dispatched, (with fairly little effort) Victor decided to rummage through the wreckage to find valuable addons for his frame. He looked a little clumbsy so i offered to help, he accepted my offer gratefully and as it turns out he shouldnt have. Ive worked machines and ive worked humans before, however this unnatural twisting of the 2 baffled me completely and i ended up just destroying anything of value in my search, embarrassing really. After my failure we decided to press on and came upon a room of more undead, 2 seemed to be radiating fire while the other 2 radiated an unnatural chill. Rolen decided that digression was not the greater form of valor and charged in. In the dim light and confusion im not sure what happened but rolen ended up tumbleing down the stairs and getting hurt badly, Victor and I had to give it our all to save him and barely escaped with our armor singed and our fingers cold. Perhaps we should find the others, there would still be plenty of gold to go around and it seems that a light touch is not applicable here.

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Post in the Tavern
A Letter to Kassik, Victor and Rolen

Dear Sirs

I regret to inform you that the deal we had previously agreed to has not come to pass. One of my ship hands spotted Tal Lorvas returning to his ship and setting sail. By the manner of his return we have assumed you failed at your task to acquire the amulet of the ship Nemeia. I fear that I fell for your story of defeating a dragon and believed you to be capable of handling this situation for me. Since you have failed, I have let my allies in the area know of the failures of the ship named The Bellington. Please do not take this as an insult, but my associates and I need reliable help at times and need to know who can perform when needed. I hope you enjoy your stay on Shipsgrave and the repairs to your ship are fast.

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Sincerely,

Trelwyn aiu Baron Arthur de Victoria

Trelwyn Arthur

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