Serpent's Skull in Eberron

Stranded on Smuggler's Shiv - Part 2
Survivor: Xen'Drik
Sul the 1st of Lharvion 1002YK – Early Morning

After defeating the local crustaceans, the castaways begin to assess their surroundings. They find that they have been stranded on an island that Kreshton believes to be the infamous Smuggler’s Shiv with all of the other passengers from the Jenivere except for Ieana, the Cyran scholar. None of the crew is present, but all of their belongings have been hastily stacked on the beach nearby. It’s obvious to some of them that the captain has betrayed them and deliberately put them ashore on a notoriously dangerous island while they slept . . . with all of their stuff.

The captain has paid dearly for this betrayal, though, as the castaways soon notice the wreckage of the Jenivere smashed upon some cliffs nearby. After a quick meal of Eurypterid and fruit, they head off to investigate.

Nearby, Chydak, a jungle goblin, spies on the castaways from the rocks. Having been stranded on the islands recently as well, he hopes that they might be useful in finding a way off the island. Fatigued and ill from his own trials of the past week, he managed to sleep through whatever events brought these strangers to the Shiv. He continues to watch as they head out to the wreck of a ship, one that was not there the day before.

Joffa, Pol, Dadak and Kresthon traverse the rocky outcropping upon which the Jenivere has been stranded. Slipping only once, much to the amusement of Chydak, the party makes it to the ship unharmed. Once on board, the distrustful group quickly go their separate ways.

Joffa heads to the stern of the ship, then the rigging to look for survivors and supplies.
Dadak raids the Captain’s quarters, hoping to find maps and loot.
Pol goes to the partially flooded cargo deck in search of food and drink.
Kreshton stops at the passenger deck in hopes of finding clues to the cause of their predicament.

Kreshton immediately comes upon another Eurypterid, one much larger than the ones fought earlier. Having been denied the opportunity for action in the earlier conflict, and seeing how easily the others were dispatched, Kreshton decides to face the beast alone.

After a few mishaps and then exchanging light hits with the beast, Kreshton finally strikes a solid blow, but leaves himself exposed to a viscious strike from the Eurypterid’s tail. Feeling an excruciating pain and the throbbing of the stinger injecting poison into him, Kreshton finally concedes that he may be overmatched and makes a hasty retreat to the top deck. The others in the party drawn by the sound of conflict, quickly move in to confront the Eurypterid. Unable to follow its previous prey, the now trapped Euypterid lashes out at Dadak, and though missing, manages to keep Dadak from finding his footing for a few seconds. Pol takes advantage of the brief distraction to cleave mightily through the beast with a blade of pure energy to end the fight.

Meanwhile, above deck, Chydak has finally revealed himself and decides to come to Kreshton’s aid. In spite of its foul smell, the concoction that Chydak uses revives Kreshton and allows him the dignity of consciousness, despite the waves of weakness spreading from his wounded shoulder.

After a few minutes to collect themselves, the party continues to search the ship. They find a trail of blood leading to Alton Dever’s body, with his sword in hand, in a storage room. The party comes to the conclusion that Alton died fighting the Eurypterid that had been banging at the door to the storage room. Below, in the Cargo, they find the remains of Rambar, the ship’s cook. Dadak recognizes his wounds as being similar to those a very large snake might inflict.

The party sets about gathering food and supplies from the ship and also gather the remaining contents of the captain’s cabin. Facing a nearly high tide while returning, much of the party falls into the water on their last trip to dry land. While no party member is hurt badly, some of their precious new found supplies are lost. The party returns to the beach with the supplies and Chydak in tow.

Stranded on Smuggler's Shiv - Part 1
Survivor: Xen'Drik
Sul the 1st of Lharvion 1002YK

After bedding down early one night at Sea, the passengers of the Jenivere wake find themselves stranded on an unknown beach on a desert island. The burly Dadak is the first to wake, as a small crustacean attempts to make a meal of him. Dadak quickly scurries away and sees that the other passengers of the Jenivere are on the beach with him along with 3 of the small crustaceans. The other passengers begin to wake as the Eurypterids continue their curious and hungry probing.

Joffa is the next to wake and unlike the groggy orc is quick to action attempting to fry the closest Eurypterid with an Eldritch blast. The glancing blow causes the Eurypterid to start emiting a loud bussing sound that quickly draws the other crustaceans to its aid. They all attack the warlock, but his quick reflexes keep him one step ahead of them. Meanwhile Dadak has noticed piles of their belongings nearby and runs to find a weapon.

With all the commotion, Pol has woken from his stupor as well. Assessing the situation, he quickly begins to try to wake the other people lying on the beach. Joffa now under attack by 3 of the Eurypterids, manages to fry the first of the Eurypterids, but the other continue to press their attack, one of them catching his foot briefly with one of it’s pincers. Dadak searches briefly for his club or a club, but settles for grabbing a short sword that is nearby. Kreshton finally begins to wake, but despite a rush of adrenaline, finds it difficult to over come the effects of the previous night. Pol contues to attempt to wake nearby passengers.

Joffa sends another Eldritch blast at one of the creatures and connects. The Eurypterid is undaunted though and continues its attack, again giving the cat a strong pinch. Dadak finally charges into the fray clouting the other remaining Eurypterid from behind. Pol runs up and subdues the beast with his fist. Joffa finally finishes off the other Eurypterid as Dadak stabs the subdued one to make sure it will bother them no more.

more to come
Alton Devers' Log 11
The fearful crew

Far the 28th of Nymm
The captain has been acting strangly. He’s spent way too much time looking through our maps of Shargon’s Teeth, and has spent at least a few hours every night since we left Sharn with Ieana. He’s completely ignoring the rest of the passengers and crew, except to yell at us when something goes wrong. Rumors are of course flying at this point with Marco spreadig the worst of them, and it’s all I can do to keep the crew in line and the passengers from getting nervous. At least Rambar has kept a level head, and, as long as everyone gets fed three meals a day, we should be able to weather this til we get to Stormreach.

I’ll talk to the Captain before he beds down tonight and make sure he has no plans to head into the Teeth. We’re almost around them at this point anyway, I can’t see a good cause to try to cut corners now.

-From the Log of Alton Devers, First mate of the Jenivere

Alton Devers' Log 10
The weather started getting rough
Sul the 22nd of Nymm

Well this last leg of our journey looks to be not only the longest, but the most trying as well.

Ieana has been spending more time in the Captain’s cabin, not just meals, but once stayed late into the night. Marco claims he heard them in the throes of passion. It’d be just like him to be listening for that. He says the noises she made were almost inhuman.

I’ve heard Jask sobbing in his cabin almost everyday when I come to feed him. He always composes himself by the time I open the door, but I’m worried for him. I can’t imagine why a simple scribe would need this kind of treatment.

The other day, Sasha was helping out the crew again, and apparently her shirt slipped a little revailing a tattoo on her back. She covered it quickly, but not before a couple of the crew got a glimpse of it. Since then, the crews been whispering about the Order of Emerald Claw and avoiding her when their on deck. They won’t even let her help out with the work any more. They’ve resorted to letting Kreshton help out in her stead, at least the man’s willing to get his hands dirty. Maybe I’ve misjudged him.

I think Shiruu offended Aerys. She’s retreated back to her cabin again, and one of the crew said that they noticed the goblin staring at her whenever she was on deck.

Gelik and the fop almost came to blows this morning over breakfast. I don’t think the dandy likes having someone around with a faster tongue than his. Luckly Joffa made a comment that had them both laughing and difused the situation.

Mysti k’Phish, the elven bard, left the ship. He didn’t give a reason, but without his song, and with the reminder of the other elves leaving, the crew is as nervous as ever about this run to Stormreach.

We’ve picked up a young student who seems polite enough, but he gives me the creeps, and an orc of all things. I thought those things stuck to their swamps and trees. It puts us back to a full load of passengers, but I wish the captain were just a bit more discriminating.

The captain had me go looking for any new maps of Shargon’s Teeth. He’s talked of trying to navigate the Teeth before, but I before this trip, I never believed he meant it. Luckily, we found nothing that offered new information, and he’s set us on a course to go around them.

I think I’m as nervous now as the rest of the crew.

-From the Log of Alton Devers, First mate of the Jenivere

Alton Devers' Log 9
Trolololololanport - portents and tides
Zol the 10th of Nymm

All the elves have left us now except for the bard. I’ve never thought them a superstitious lot, but they spoke of ill omens and an evil presence when they told captain they were leaving the ship. Hardly good for crew morale this far from home. At least the crew can get their bunks back, as goblin and Sir SwiftTongue have thankfully been moved up with the passengers.

Jask seems troubled too. The other morning when I went to bring him his breakfast, I found him lying on the floor with his clothes torn and hands bloodied. I tried to speak to him of it, despite the captain’s admonishments, but he just stayed quiet and ate his food. The captain of course yelled at me for spending so much time in his cabin, and refuses even to let me offer the man a change of clothes.

Ieana on the other hand, actually spent some time out of her cabin in the past few days. I’d almost forgotten she was on board. She had dinner with the Captain the night before we hit Trolanport. Aerys as well has seemed to spend a little more time out of her cabin. She spent that time mostly just staring out to the ocean. Almost as if she’s looking for something out there on the horizon, and with a longing that well . . . I wonder what she’s loooking for.

-From the Log of Alton Devers, First mate of the Jenivere

Alton Devers' Log 8
Brimming with enthusiasm
Zol the 3th of Nymm

The winds were with us the whole way from Aerenal, and we finally have reached a port ahead of schedule. Captain Kovack has of course taken this as a sign that he could load the ship down a bit more. Not only have we added our cargo from Darguun that was forwarded here, but a worn looking hobgoblin and Kreshton, a foppish bragart that pretends to be a sailor, have boarded the ship. The hobgoblin appantly had booked passage with our agent in Darguun, so we have had to fit him in. The other offered to hire on to the crew to get passage to Xen’Drik. The captain turned him down, but he must have offered the Captain something else, because he’s on board as a passenger now, though both of him and the hobgoblin are bunking down on the crew deck. Of course this means a couple of the crew are grumbling about having to move their bunks to cargo.

I almost feel sorry for the dandy though. The man speaks of nothing but adventure and how wonderful Xen’Drik is. He’s going to be woefully dissapointed when he faces the reality of Stormreach and it’s colonial government. The only people that they let head out on any real adventures are the large expiditions wealthy enough to grease the palms of the officials and pay their unreasonable tariffs on any artifacts brought back from inside Xen’Drik.

-From the Log of Alton Devers, First mate of the Jenivere

Alton Devers' Log 7
Fully Loaded
Zol the 18th of Dravago

Gelik didn’t bother entertaining us this time in port, so we were stuck listening to Marco tell us all how he’s going to bed himself an elven maiden on the way home this year. You’d think after the way Aerys took him down he’d have a little more self control. Rambar quickly reminded about the last time he made a pass at an elven woman, and told him him that he is as like to get himself killed before he beds any maiden, elven or otherwise.

As luck would have it though, the waiting finally payed off for Captain Kovack. A group of five elves boarded the ship heading for Xen’drik. The passenger deck has become quite crowded now. At least we have a full load of paying passengers now, and meal times have become quite lively with that bard the elves brought with them.

-From the Log of Alton Devers, First mate of the Jenivere

Alton Devers' Log 6
The calm before the more calm
Sul the 4th of Dravago

We’ve finally reach a port on schedule, so of course the Captain takes the time gained and immediately squanders it. He’s decided to stay a couple extra days in Shae Thoridor. Why we’re staying in port so long I’ll never know. All our business was done on the first day, but the captain says that it gives us the opportunity to pickup an extra passenger or two, He hates running light on cargo or passengers. Of course it’s waste of time the few elves that want to business with us get it done quickly and are gone.

Gelik has been the only highlight at this bleak port. He’s kept the crew laughing. Mostly at the elves working on the wharf. Certainly hasn’t made us any friends around here, but that wasn’t likely anyway. Well, to be fair, Sasha is pleasant to be around as well. She’s been quick to lend a hand on deck lately, and seems almost a completely different woman than the one that boarded in Q’Barra.

The half-elf, Aerys Mavato, on the other hand has gone from bad to worse. The only time she seems to come out of her cabin is to grab some food or a couple bottles. I’ve tried to assure her that no one blames her for what happened with Marco, but it seems like the more friendly I am toward her, the more she wants to be left alone.

-From the Log of Alton Devers, First mate of the Jenivere

Alton Devers' Log 5
Marco the mighty sailor
Sul the 22nd of Eyre

Now that was an absolute joy to see. I knew tha Mavato woman was not one to mess around with, but I have to say I didn’t expect the thrashing she gave to Marco. He deserved every bit of it though for what he said to her. Hell, he’s deserved an ass-whooping like that for a while now. He’s not going to live this one down any time soon.

So it’s official now, we’re not going to Darguun on this leg of the trip. The captain found a ship headed that way, someone he says he can trust. It took us an extra night at port to get the cargo for Darguun offloaded and find a Sivis scribe to authenticate the transfer, but heading straight to Aerenal should take about 12 days off our trip. That should finally put us back on schedule.

-From the Log of Alton Devers, First mate of the Jenivere

Alton Devers' Log 4
Cat in the Sack
Zol the 10th of Eyre

I can still smell the stink of Q’Barra though we’ve been at sea now for 3 hours. I can’t imagine why anyone would want to try to live an over grown composte heap like that, but there’s no denying that they have some valueable trade.

One of those cat people that we sometimes see trading in the markets in Stormreach boarded the ship while we were at Adderport. Claims to be a diplomat. Figures that backwards people like the catfolk would send diplomats to the most backward government on Khovaire. Below deck Marco started telling stories about how amazing their women are in the sack. Typical crew deck talk. Rambar reminded Marco that the last time he made an indecent offer to one of the catfolk traders in Stormreach, it turned out to be a guy! I hope he just leaves this one alone.

We also picked up a brooding red-headed woman. Attractive enough, but with that morose attitude of hers, even Marco left her alone.

-From the Log of Alton Devers, First mate of the Jenivere


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