Lantern Wharf, Windlings &Pirates

The day of our departure comes and we opt to head west towards a place called Lantern Wharf. Cyrellion our new friend and companion tell us that Lantern Wharf is basically a hiding & trading place for pirates. There we were to face whores, fighting, smugglers and what have you. I did not picture it nice however I have gone through worse.

Later in the evening we arrive about a mile off from Lantern Wharf and that is where our escort leaves us. We kept close to the river and with the directions given to us together with the aid of Cyrellion we see lights at the horizon. We approach closer and closer still until a vision of the now closer city can be seen. A number of large vessels are seen crashed on the shoreline; some of the wrecks are converted into housing, whilst others lay abandoned. From the distance it just seems a shimmering light as the thick mist hides the city.

The city is a lively one. Almost immediately we started looking for an inn. Cyrellion having already been here names five taverns out of which we pick the one with the most “lively” name the ‘Foul Flask Inn’. A sign with the name carved on it dangled at the front door. Laughing, singing, cursing and shouting is hared easily from a couple of meters outside the door. The place is packed full with people of all races from Windlings to Obsidiman. As soon I went in immediately I recognized that the place was once a hold now converted in an inn. An Obsidiman in one corner hit hard on a rock drum, whilst some windings stood flying playing some tunes on their flutes. Wenches are heavily groped. A large troll stood behind the bar what we came to know as the inn keeper.

Cyrellion headed straight to the bar and ordered some ale however he was served milk, Ahmok and Jarl both downed it immediately whilst Cyrellion after giving it a funny look sipped it quietly.

I went over to a fairly big ork and told him that Ahmok could have beaten him at arm wrestling with one arm against his back. Hearing so he pushed me aside and headed straight towards him. Ahmok accepted to wrestle not knowing what I had done. Immediately a table cleared out for the wrestle. The ork downed the ale he was drinking in one breath and smashed the mug on his head, roaring loudly for intimidation. The ork was way to powerful in arm wrestling and immediately brought down Ahmok’s hand on the table. Ahmok Had just offended his grand mother and immediately the ork lunged at Ahmok. A brawl between the two started off. People were inciting the ork whilst I on top of a table was inciting the crowd.

Elessar’s keen sight was scouring the place, when he saw a windling cutting loose a pouch from a pirate without noticing. Seeing so Elessar moved over to the windling and tried to hold him. The windling with one swift movement swung his sword and gashed Elessar’s hand causing him to loosen the grasp, thus allowing the windling to fly off. Cyrellion seeing the commotion and the windling flying away promptly got hold of a dagger and threw it at the windling hitting it bluntly and causing the windling to crash down on the pavement, behind the crowd watching the brawl.

Cyrellion catches the windling and starts questioning him in order t get some answers or maybe some clues. But soon enough noticed that surely the windling wasn’t who we were after.

Meanwhile the brawl ended with Ahmok knocking the ork with a stool leg. As soon as the brawl had finished, Cyrellion entered the inn again and went up to the pirae who had his purse stolen and handed him his pouch back. The man was very happy to recover his pouch and so to thank us offered us a drink. I downed the dark intruil which sent me also KO immediately it burnt al the way to the stomach leaving just a trail of fire burning in my throat.

This pirate went by the name of Karim. We sat there around a table talking and asking questions whilst drinking the dark intruil named Byle. Jarl overheard that a certain guy named Rasmussen had a big load of Mescal that was going to be auctioned soon, whilst Elessar heard of a bounty hunter looking for a one eyed elf, possibly carrying a large book.

We ask about what we had taught was a large sinkhole on the map and Karim tells us that once a friend of his had seen one, with that he stands up and goes call him. An elf approached the table and presented himself as Nami. After some chatting we arrive at the conclusion that he will give us information in return for other information or else for money. We agree to meet up in a near by wreck within two hours and so we do.

The now famous for haggle Jarl tried to get a special price for a room but fortunately enough the price did not increase other than it was first asked. The two hours pass quickly and we head towards the meeting place. We get to know that we needed to head north of were we where and that the spiral sign might be a true earth mine, also the lines next to the symbol of the mine are possibly rivers. The possible ways to arrive there are either a slaves heading to the mines or on board of the ship or else steal a boat or ask a ship to give us a lift in return for payment.