Heinrich Fishing Company
The party entered the
Henrick Fishing Company, they were met with the sight of
Manfred Heinrich , the barrel-chested trafficker who controlled the smuggling operation.
Zenobia took the lead, attempting to negotiate passage out of
Falkovnia with him. However, their lack of funds proved to be a barrier, and Heinrich directed them to seek out
Captain Snowmane at the
Drunken Oyster Tavern instead to assist her in finding his missing vessel, the
Silver Stingray.
With this new lead, the heroes departed from the fishing company and made their way to the tavern in search of
Captain Snowmane. They hoped that she would be willing to take them aboard her crew for an expedition to find the
Silver Stingray, providing them with the means to escape
Falkovnia .
The Captain of the River Dancer
The
Drunken Oyster Tavern proved to be a welcome respite from the gloom and melancholy that seemed commonplace within
Falkovnia .
Captain Snowmane's crew were a lively bunch, reveling in song and drink before they planned to shove off in persuit of the
Silver Stingray. Drawn to a small band of maritime musicians, the party met
Barnacle Brill , the goblin firstmate of
Snowmane's ship, the
River Dancer .
Barnacle Brill told the party if they wanted to meet
Snowmane, they had to wait until after the performance.
Without warning, an enchanting melody erupted from the simple flute held by the small, emerald-skinned Goblin. After a single frame, another sailor plays a weathered fiddle and is joined by a stout dwarf drumming on the top and sides of an oak barrel giving the arrangement a jaunty rhythm. The remaining patrons turned their gaze to a make-shift stage at the far end of the tavern just as a stunning beauty walked through a set of lose hanging red curtains.
The woman commanded attention with her ethereal beauty and commanding presence. Her skin, kissed by the sun’s warmth, possesses a radiant olive tone that hints at her foreign heritage. Her features are a graceful blend of elegance and strength, evoking a sense of both mystery and allure. Long, flowing hair as white as snow cascades down her back like a silken waterfall, a stark contrast to her rich complexion. The strands shimmer with a subtle iridescence, capturing the hearth light in a mesmerizing dance of colors.
As she begins her dance, the men fall into a hushed awe, their raucous spirits tamed by the grace and allure of her movements. Her dance isa story, a tale of love and longing woven through the rhythm of her body. Her arms flowed like tendrils of kelp in the current, her feet moved with the precision of a sailor navigating a storm, and her hips swayed to the spellbinding rhythm.
"Captain Larissa Snowmane, a legend upon the waves, whose very movements possess the power to command the living and the dead alike, weaving a spell that ensnares the hearts and souls of all who dare to cross her path." - Patron of the Drunken Oyster Tavern
Joining the Crew
Afer the performance, the party attempted to parley with Captain
Larissa Snowmane , seeking to join her crew and earn their way out of
Falkovnia . However, their arguments for joining her crew were less than compelling.
With their negotiations initially falling short, the party resorted to showcasing their skills and talents to win over Captain
Larissa Snowmane . They put on a captivating performance, combining acrobatics, arcane displays, and lively music that delighted the patrons of the
Drunken Oyster Tavern . Their energetic and spirited show earned them the respect and admiration of the crowd, including Captain Snowmane herself.
Impressed by their abilities and buoyed by the festive atmosphere they had created, Captain Snowmane agreed to take them aboard her ship for the expedition to find the Silver Stingray. She instructed them to report to the docks on Lake Kreigvogel to begin their voyage, where they would join her crew and set sail on their adventure.
With their place secured on Captain Snowmane's ship, the party prepared themselves for the journey ahead, filled with anticipation and excitement for the challenges and discoveries that awaited them on the open waters of Lake Kreigvogel.
A Vision From Beyond
During the night, deep in the haze of a drunken stopper,
Thuldor Ironbreaker had a vision. He awoke amidst an otherworldly expanse, shrouded in an ethereal mist that seemed to dance and curl like tendrils of imagination. Despite its bleakness,
Thuldor Ironbreaker felt a sense of calm familiarity among the endless void. In the blackened sky, you see but a single pinpoint of light in the darkness as it seems to beckon you to follow its fading presence.
Time felt disjointed as he followed the flickering light in the sky, unable to recall if minutes, hours or days have passed. The faint star appeared to grow in size with every step until finally appearing as dim moon bleeding through the fog.
A loud quake began to vibrate the air around him, the mists blocking the light parting and suddenly, the moon appears as a window to a brilliant blue sky. At its center, he saw a majestic platinum dragon in stationary flight, the flapping of its wings pushing a warm breeze against your face. Its scales shimmer like polished metal in the distance, casting a radiant glow that illuminated the surroundings. Every movement it made exuded an air of regal grace and power.
The dragon's mouth remained still, its voice silenced. It attempted to communicate, but only gestures and motions flow from its massive form. With each graceful sweep of its colossal wings, the dragon's eyes, gleaming like twin stars, beckoned his attention. Its head turned purposefully, guiding your gaze to a point beyond its form. Following its gaze,
Thuldor Ironbreaker 's eyes are drawn to a figure emerging from the mist, like a mirage materializing into reality.
A beautiful woman steped into view, her presence emanating an aura of both serenity and strength. Dressed in white robes that seemed woven from the very fabric of the dream itself, she moved with a quiet confidence. The mist seemed to part around her, as if acknowledging her significance in this realm of reverie.
In her hands, the woman carried a silver longsword, its blade shimmering with a faint glow, reminiscent of moonlight reflecting off a tranquil lake. At her side rested a kite shield, its surface adorned with sprigs of belladonna. Both the sword and shield appeared to be extensions of her being, instruments of her resolve and protection.
As she drew closer to the platinum dragon, a profound connection seemed to link their fates. It was as though their purposes were intertwined in a dance of destiny. The dragon's motions, though wordless, conveyed a deep reverence for the woman, a silent acknowledgment of her role in a shared quest.
Suddenly, the mists around Thuldor grew thicker as the moon loses its comforting glow, replaced by a kaleidoscope of sickly colors that cause physical unease. He suddenly felt the delicate tether to Bahamut shatter and the once comforting beams of light turn sinister sending a sickening shiver through your body as you watch spectral tentacles reaching down towards you.
