Arc 15 Post 9: Seekers Honest and Shrewd
Seekers Honest and Shrewd
Eleventh Day of Olweje-eza (Olweje Ascendant), 1349 A. L. (After Landfall)
On the balance of things you would rather not meddle with Lina's ambitions. Honors make knights and great lords and that is as true for men as it is for women you do not doubt. So should you then take these very folk on a long and perilous journey from which they will return seasons hence, if at all, then you would be removing a piece from the hand of the woman you had been fighting alongside not a few days past. Sometimes not falling on your face is as simple as knowing where the rutted road is and avoiding it.
For his part Ansefu sighs, not pleased, but not displeased either. He had gambled that you would find him a solution to yet another problem and he had found it not. You take your leave and return to the glare of too-bright summer, looking for warriors of a more ordinary sort to fill out the ranks of the Fellowship.
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Sixteenth Day of Olweje-eza (Olweje Ascendant), 1349 A. L. (After Landfall)
Between the word of the king and your own reputation as a warrior and, as some have mistaken you for, a captain you find them aplenty. Young men hankering for adventure, already blooded in nearer journeys garbed in bronze helms and heavy coats, older and more seasoned folk with beards shot through with grey and less gold... you err on the side of the latter. After all whatever their past sins they are less likely to spur into trouble like young stallions and given the power you are planning to hand them that is needed over and above their skill at arms.
There is Uvo, whose cheeks, more burned than pale in the sun, tell the story of some northern blood, a bastard with a bastard's way of carving his way in life, and Aki who had come along with him, missing two fingers of his right hand, but as skilled a knife thrower as you have ever met in addition to his skill with sword and shield. Tom wonders not so quietly if the two might not spring from the same root, but be that as it may the warrior passes muster.
The next few potential recruits are glory hounds and the one after that is in... someone's pay and not planning to leave it you are quite sure. Someone mortal Esha insists, she had seen no signs of magic despite how carefully she is looking. But neither is it hard to guess what one might want with Marcella. The news that you had refused the king's offer of ships and treasure to bear away has sent a flurry of whispers through the city like the west wind.
Surely they must have so much treasure jammed into that ship that they dare not risk taking on any more crew for the longboats...
I heard they dealt with the fey and you know what they are like, you have all heard the stories, gossamer cloth and starlight swords...
...a beast fit for an emperor to breed with theirs. It can run on the wind...
All these and more you hear without even trying to eavesdrop. By the second night you are asking about reavers in port, though you can hardly do so openly without disparaging your hosts. There are at least five known to be skilled in blood and brine, and by the end of the fifth day when Inge is satisfied with the squawking collection of gull chicks three more of them had tried their luck at punting spies on board, either to confirm the rumors before they make the decision or for yet more sinister causes.
Marcella gains Gull Colony
The final three actual trustworthy souls you find in the churn trickled in one by one. First there is Old Fegu, a leathery faced fellow who barely speaks save to the old shaggy dog he brings with him. It takes a while to convince him that you do not need a ship's dog for the rats, but you let him keep the beast anyway when he proves to be a skilled carpenter, then there is Osenku, the youngest of the lot, though anyone who can wrestle Wanderer to the ground and be laughing about it with the Knikut by the next drink is worth noting. Last of all is One Eyed Langa who looks more like a goat herder than a fisher by his dress, but insists he knows how to work the nets as much as milk goats and he is also uncommonly untroubled on meeting Ripper and Megin.
"Got some skin-changer in his blood, but otherwise trustworthy as they come," Inge says.
So you sail out of harbor with the evening tide again... looking back as often as you do forward.
Who do you want to speak to?
[] Mog, see what if anything the tinker fey has in mind for projects and creations
[] The changeling children, find out more about them, what they expect and what they want of their future
[] Antonio and Zaia, to chart the path of the Fellowship going forward past your return to Orinilu
[] Write in
OOC: Mechanically all the Anwa are the same, but then so are your men-at-arms and they certainly have their own narrative peculiarities.
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