Inquisitor Taine’s Journal
Garenith 23rd 4710
I departed on the merchant class ship the Jenivere a modest vessel if I ever did see one. Before hand however I had a small amount of time to walk the streets of the port that I was departing from. A small but welcoming town, full of life, of all specimens, from the smallest gnome to the largest ork and trust me on this there are some monster out there. The port itself stank to high haven of fish, now some of you might like that but did not, and people rushing by always having somewhere more important to be. By the harbour itself the source of the smell, the fish markets. If you ever have the chance take a stroll around the market I urge you to go, for that is one of the most exhilarating things that I have done in a long time, the stall holders making friendly conversation as you browse their effects, trying their best to sweet talk you into making a purchase, all in vain as will be eating enough fish in the days to come as I plow the seas on the Jenivere, speaking of which I should be off to bored.
The ship itself is a moderately sized ship not particularly lavish in its decoration but it will do, all it has to do is get me from A to B without any problems.
As I bored I am rudely knocked into by a small gnome, who I latter find out is called Gelik, he is dressed in some of the finest clothes I have seen in these parts, I would expect him to be more courteous of others. Them I see him run up to one of the crew and exchange gold, not unusual but the way in which the crewmember points to the stairs seems a bit untoward, I turn as I hear shouts, I then see a mob of town guards running along the harbour edge, it seems our gnomey friend isn’t who he appears to be.
Later that day when the Jenivere has received its other passengers, a human scholar called Ieana who disappears as soon has she has arrived on board, we depart for the port town of Eleder, the captain anticipates the trip will take about a week to arrive, it wouldn’t take as long but he has other passengers to collect along the way.
The first stop the Jenivere receives four passengers, two half-elfs, one male Venturi and a female Glysia, who I later find out is his sister, it wasn’t really hard by the fact the that kept Venturi saying “Sister please be quite”, she isn’t so much annoying as curious but she does talk rather a lot, she is very striking to look at where her brother seems to blend in and its almost as if he isn’t there. The other two to arrive on are a small character called Jarra, a halfing cleric, that much is obvious, and a man who is almost as full of himself as that little sod gnome, but this one does have the means to carry it off, obviously he has money to burn.
The next stops along the way we pick up some more paying travellers, well one of them isn’t, I’ll get to that in a minute. First I must tell you about the half-ork Talon, an apt name if there ever was one. The mans a beast, standing a head taller than myself and well over 100lbs heavier , I must make a note not to anger him in anyway.
Then we come to the low life, “Slave”, as his master as told that is what we must call it. Its isn’t so much of a person because to be called as much first you must have a life and it clearly doesn’t, in a way I feel sorry for it. I think if we end up meeting again I will do my best to help “Slave” to break out of its masters shackles and have a life.
On the 30th we all sit down to a meal, of what can only be described as sludge, I wonder if the chef is becoming tired of making meals for so many. That is the last thing I remember before waking up on a beach.
Day 1 Eratus 1st 4710
I wake up from what can only be a poison educed sleep completely surrounded by some sort of crap-scorpion. I turn my head hearing a shout of anger to see Venturi expertly take two of the creatures out with only his bare hands, my respect for the man grows by the second. I regain some of my strength and charge the nearest with the words of Iomedae on my lips, and utterly obliterate the third. The rest of the crew eventually come around, I did notice however that Glysia was, well to me anyway, walking on water and blowing kisses to her brother? I must ask her about this; it did seem to give the lad an edge and more resolve. She could be a witch of some sort.
Again the boy ,Venturi, saves us all by spotting our effects washed up on the beach, I don’t think it’s much of secret now that I’m an Inquisitor of Iomedae, this I’m happy for them to know as it might bring them some comfort to know, I’m not sure though.
We spot the Jenivere stranded on the rocks, waves crashing around her trying to drag her down to the grim depths of the ocean. All the survives make their way over to the cliff near to the vessel, including the prisoner Jask, now I don’t know what he has done but I will find out one way or another!
Six of us: “Slave”, Talon, Shujaa, Venturi, Glysia and myself all decided to go down to the ship and see what happened. First of is the dwarf “Slave”, I imagine ordered to do so my his master Jerra who is staying on the cliffs to look after the others. The next thing I know is “Slave” is hanging there trying to climb down doing his best to get on deck. To try his luck next is Venturi, he, despite looking quite athletic, falls straight into the white water below, the half-ork and myself make it without so much of a hitch quickly followed by Shujaa and Glysia. The two of them start to throw a rope to the stranded Venturi, meanwhile the dwarf “Slave” is still dangling off the rocks. Talon and myself go below deck to see what we can find, what we find is another crap-scorpion or as I now know an eurypterid, this one however is bigger than before. Talon charges in for what could be a killing hit, if only he had made contact with the eurypterid instead of the fall, the force of his hit is enough to send him of balance and send him onto his backside. Once again I charge into battle, this time looking like a proper Inquisitor of Iomedae with my shield now reunited with my left hand.
I deal a hit strong enough to kill most mortal men but on this thing it doesn’t kill it, Talon picks himself off the floor and swings again, a primeval roar of gurgling out of his mouth, clearly he wants this thing dead for the embarrassment it coursed but alas like last time he misses, at least he didn’t fall over, I then strike for the beast but all I slice open is thin air. All of a sudden Venturi is besides us, dripping a trail of sea water behind him, and slices the creature from one side to the other, thanks are passed for saving us, Talon Christens him “Ace”, I imagine it’s because he is such an ace fighter, but no matter it’s stuck.
I turn to see everyone aboard, apart from the cleric, who I imagine is annoying the others around her. No matter the rest of us search for survives, Talon and myself look inside the room where the eurypterid was guarding and by the looks of the claw marks trying to get in, we find Alton the Jeniveres first mate killed by what looks like a rapier he also has several sting marks which are inflamed, these I imagine are from the eurypterid. Meanwhile the others go the captain’s quarters. I later hear that Glysia opened the desk and found a number of items of use belonging to the captain.
Up on deck the party receive a rope thrown down by Jerra. This is to aid in the extraction of supplies we have began looting from the ship. Some of us go to the larder, including myself, to gather food while others go and see what they can find elsewhere. “Slave” forcefully opens the bottom draw, he seems to thrive when away from the questioning glare of his master. Anyway in the bottom draw there is a captains ransom of potions and maps amongst these there is a set of keys, these I would imagine belong to the manacles around Jasks’ wrists. There is also a holy symbol of Nethis. When we have finished passing as much of the food and loot back to shore before the ship is finally taken by the hungry sea, we question Jask, I say we I mean Glysia, Jask claims he was framed I feel I can trust him I’m not sure why but I can. After the interrogation we set Jask free he claims he is a priest of Nethis and the holy symbol is his so we all agree to give it to him after that we sort out some shade for the others, I then remember we have some nets so a few of us go out and cast the nets. Walking back up to the makeshift hut I suddenly see how beautiful this place really is, I won’t bore you with the detail heysen to say if I were in another situation I could consider myself to be lucky. When arriving back at camp I hear shouting coming from “Slave” he’s claiming that the gnome as stolen the expensive bottle of brandy he took from the ship for his master. Glysia is first to act asking if he did it, he denies it, he should have agreed things would go far easier for him. I draw my long sward and say “As an Inquisitor of Iomedae speak the truth or feel my blade!” He still denies it, well unless he wanted to die, and who can blame him stuck on here, he must be telling the truth. Others think that it is Aeryes, this could be the truth as she has sat alone from the group for some time, I must speak with her sometime.
As evening falls nothing much seems to happen, we all eat and drink, thanks to the powers of Jerra, bless her she has some hidden talents has the Halfling. As the sun begins to set something amazing happens the sea turns the most amazing emerald green, I ,fall all my travelling have never seen something like this before and I can tell you now no matter what happens I am a happier person for that.
2nd of Erastis 4710
As the sun shines down on us three of us go hunting in the cool of the morning, while its still a respectable temperatures, Sasha, “Slave” and myself all venture out into the jungle, Sasha is a fairly attractive woman, her pinky on her left hand is missing, no one dares ask the question. When we arrive back round 11am we come back to find that “Ace” Venturi has been sung during the night and several of them are trying to heal him, Jask, who has really helped the group now he is freed of his maniacs, Jerra and himself. They take there time but manage to find a cure for his inflictions. The half-ork Talon is setting what look like defensive traps around the perimeter of the camp and the posh man Shujaa is guarding, what could he really do if anything did attack. Oh yes and the girl Glysia is providing some ill-fated attempted at entertainment, at least she is trying unlike Ishirou who is just sitting alone on the beach. I notice during his guard duties Shujaa talking to him and what happens next surprise everyone, Ishirou takes up arms against Shujaa, I know he is a bit full of himself but there is no need to attack him, I watch in disbelief as Shujaa pulls a sward from his cane and starts to parry Ishirou, it’s clearly a one sided fight a small cane sward against a katana, but what happens next amazes me, Shujaa roars, quite befitting of man of his stature and then he proceeds to pull a great axe from under his cloak, my respect for a man who can loft an axe of that weight without any signs of struggle are great and as of this point onwards I will respect him as he deserves it. The six of us rush over and after knocking Ishirou out Glysia and myself heal the injured Shujaa. After seeing to the injoured Shujaa we agree to maniacal Ishirou and ask him about his actions.