On Deadwoman's Tides

DM

* DM Kuul

Players

* Anlin Turen d'Sivis, gnome wild sorcerer
* Aiden ir'Renard, human eldritch knight
* Basilio 'Baz' Montagna, human monk
* Adera ir'Reinard, human hexblade

Notable NPCs

* Captain Elora d'Lyrandar of the *Balinor's Gale*
* Maebh, former first mate of the *Balinor's Gale*
* High Prince Rygar ir'Wynarn, monarch of the Lhazaar Principalities
* Nerod, a khoravar independent pilot with ties to Rygar
* Elena ir'Brenith, a human with a dark past
* Otto von Valich, a human and former professor at Atur Academy
* Aen of the Blood, a vampire pirate captain of the Bloodsails
* Oelanna d'Thurrani, a powerful shadowcaster

## Introduction

*Every one of you received the letter in the mail, thanking you for volunteering to take on this important mission for the Wayfinder Foundation. As the organization has continued to grow, it is becoming increasingly clear that the Wayfinders need a base on the Eastern half of the continent.*

*Regalport was selected for a number of reasons- prime among them access to its market, which has a far greater concentration of good from exotic Sarlona and Argonesson (via Seren) than any marketplace in Western Khorvaire. The local ruler, High Prince Rygar ir'Wynarn, is also sympathetic to our cause and has agreed to give us the land rights to construct a new chapterhouse in his city.*

*There is a complication, however. In order to prove our adventurous spirit to him and seal the deal, so to speak, you selected few must recover a treasure map from one of the Bloodsail Principality captains, and then follow it to the end to recover what Rygar believes to be relics from the time of Lhazaar herself.*

*You are to head to the docks of Sharn, where we have chartered you an elemental galleon to sail to Regalport. The voyage should take about three weeks.*

*Host speed, Wayfinders.*

*Although the sun rose not too long ago, the docks are still dark, shielded from the sun by the tall towers of the city. At this hour, only one ship is doing final preparations to leave- the fine ship* Balinor's Gale, *which is more than familiar with the exploits of the Wayfinders.*

## Summary

Pirates, criminals and assassins, oh my. And House Thuranni, of course.

## Epilogues 1-4

**=== Epilogue 1: Three days after the end of the mission ===**

"Anozzer!" *The aristocratic man calls as he raises his empty shot glass high before lowering it back to the surface of the bar. The Jaded Wolf is a Karrnathi tavern in Throneport, only a dozen blocks away from Thronehold, and Otto von Valich mindlessly traces the fine grain on the darkwood countertop. His baby brother was dead. He needed to come to terms with that.*

"Audo... Vhy vould you be so stupid? I vould haf died for you, and now... now, you are dead and I am not." *He signals his thanks to the bartender as she slides another drink down to him. She hesitates a moment and looks around the nearly empty bar. It is, after all, nearly two bells in the morning. She sighs and continues to wipe a glass clean with a rag as she heads down to the drunk count.* "Lot on your mind?" *He looks up at her and gives her a weak smile.* "Dah. I almost died, and I am sad that I did not. Mein brozzer, ze last of mein family, haz died for his crimes, and I could do nothing."

*She lays a gentle hand on his arm.* "I lost my family to Thranish raiders. I know what it's like to be alone." *She pours herself a shot of the same drink that Otto was drinking and holds it up for a toast. He gives it.* "To Audo, who vaz alvays ze patriotic vone." *She nods, and offers her own.* "To mom and dad... rest in piece." *They sink their shots simultaneously before she sets down her rag and leans both elbow on the bar, hands cradling her face, as Otto begins to tell her about his twin brother.*

**=== End ===**

**=== Epilogue 2: Regalport ===**

*Oelanna caresses the iridescent black egg of the dragon reverentially. Rougher than it appears, smooth bumps litter the body of it. Suddenly, a crack appears on the outside. The elf backs away suddenly, shadows converging around her feet in response to her flight, and she observes the wyrmling try to force it's way out. An dark egg tooth barely pierces the membrane of the egg, and the egg rocks precariously. A wave of her hand summons supports of utter night to hold the egg stable as the younglings tries to free itself.*

*A handful of desperate minutes later, a pitch black clawed hand breaks through the original crack in the egg. Event through the amniotic fluid coating the limb, the iridescence is plainly visible. A moment later, the shell cracks in half and a very sodden wyrmling flops out of the egg. Despite its head and wings looking far too large for its body, it appears healthy. It doesn't closely resemble the ghost of fissure, however. Smooth plates cover its head, and the stubs of horns on either side of it's head help to differentiate it. It coughs out a plume of roiling grey smoke that hisses as it corrodes the table, followed by a mucosal plug that it hacked up. It looks around the room curiously, intelligence already visible in its over large eyes.*

*Oelanna smiles and grabs the towel that she had prepared days ago, and begins to rub down the tiny dragon.* "Hello little one."

**=== End ===**

**=== Epilogue 3: Sharn, the Wayfinder Chapterhouse, 11 bells in the evening ===**

*Wencove sighs as he locks up the chapterhouse for the night. It had been another long day, organizing the chapterhouse's expenses and balancing the payroll for the orphanage and the staff who looked after them, not to mention the various permits and requirements that needed to be met.*

"And on top of this" *he mutters under his breath, placing the keys back into his waistcoat* "Lord ir'Dayne has cut our budget for the next year by nearly 500 galifars. I suppose that we will have to make do, although it will require a little penny pinching and footwork to find supplies at a better price."

*His back cracks as he stretches, taking his cane out from under his arm. He feels like he's aged a decade in the past year and a half; it seems like ever since shortly before that first mission to Riedra, things have just gotten insane in the City of Towers.* "At least it's almost over, old boy. Retirement is just over the next hill. The missus will be happy with that, if nothing else." *He runs a hand along the side of the building fondly as he makes his way to a skycab station, remembering all of the good times that he's had in the aged yet regal building.*

*Atop a nearby spire, a cloaked figure watches the old gnome leave the building, making notes in a waxed notebook that they keep on their person at all times. Casually jotting down notes, they snap the book closed before fading into the darkness.*

**=== End ===**

**=== Epilogue 4: New Cyre, several days after Aiden was released from jail... ===**

*Finally have rid herself of the ragged nautical clothes that she had been wearing previously, Elena-as-Celeste now wears sturdy traveller's clothes, teal headscarf wrapped around her head. Her right hand plays with a ring on her left hand, though the sigil on the ring is not visible. She enters the small city, a look of slight distress playing over her face.*

*She sees a small child on the street, crying as he holds out a pitifully empty burlap sack for money or food. A frown crosses her face, and she deposits a handful of copper coins into the sack, much to the happiness of the child. She smiles as the boy beams at her, and continues on, looking for the Brenith 'manor.'*

*A short conversation with a gnomish street urchin later, she finds herself in front of one of the very few actual permanent houses in New Cyre. The emblem of the house has been erected on the wall beside the gate, and she goes to touch the gate when she suddenly freezes. A tremor runs through her hand, and a look of panic comes over her face. Her eyes dart around, and she spies a makeshift alley of sorts between a pile of crates stacked beside a retailer and a tall, heavy canvas tent.*

*She barely manages to stagger into the shadows cast by the crates before her body stiffens.* "No, not again. I can control it this time. I *have* to." *Thankfully, no one is close enough to witness her utter lack of control as her eyes flicker to black for a second. A phantasmal image of a tall, sun-kissed bronze skinned blonde woman briefly appears over her form, with wings composed of tens of thousands of slips of paper, though many are charred beyond recognition or outright replaced with silvery mist. Where the archon’s eyes should be, however, is a bloodstained mess, completely blinding the spirit of justice. Her stance and demeanor change noticeably as the form of the archon fades; now her hips sway back and forth more prominently, and a cunning smirk lies on her lips as she slips out of the alley towards the Brenith home.*

 “I wonder if Cousin Oldeo knows of any Aundairians who are oppressing our people…” *she says as she dismisses her spell, and her features melt back into her true form, that of a pale skinned woman with dark hair and strong Brenith features.* “After all, Justice is Blind.”

**=== END On Deadwoman’s Tides. ===**