That’s My Boat!

Maruc stuffed the last of the gemstones in a sack. “It seems it was not for riches that Golthar sought the secrets of the tapestry.”

Miklos hefted his much heavier backpack onto his shoulders. A spell book was an awkward thing at the best of times, but two were proving much worse. He didn’t complain, he was too excited. The thanked Ludo again.

“No Maruc, although I am surprised that we found no evidence of the Sons of Night here. But still, we cannot let them get ahead of us. There is more than one way to find somewhere. Perhaps the tapestry was the easiest, they may become more desperate, Desperate people make desperate choices. We must not delay here but with all speed seek the northern pass.”

While Feldard was more than happy to help clear out the gemstones and other valuables from the hideout, their search seemed to turn up little that might answer any questions they had. He nodded his agreement with Miklos’ assessment. “Those of us with our weapons should return to the boat and meet the others further north of the city before the dam. From there we can regroup and head for the pass.”

Ludo smiled, the night had been very profitable. Golthar was dead, gone from his nightmares forever. They had discovered riches and for once did not have to worry about being followed. They could begin their journey north knowing that the path behind them was free of foes.

“I agree with Feldard. I will collect my bow in the morning from the city guard and meet you north of the town at the dam. Then we can head to the northern pass and make our way to Hutaaka.”

Stephan couldn’t argue with the logic of Miklos’ and Feldard’s plans. He sighed nonetheless at the thought of the missed pint and comfy pallet in the inn. But the thought of more travel in woods spurred him on.

Stephan said in low tones, “The Foamfire River becomes unpassable not too long after we depart. The bulk of our journey will be on foot. But, save that, it sounds like a good plan. Miklos, will you take this gold seal?” He referred to the gold seal of the Iron Ring they’d found in the fireplace.

Hasan shook his head vigorously. “Yes, out of the city and off we shall go. Well done, Ludo, to bring us this good fortune, but it is time to head out into the wild land. Miklos, do share that spellbook as we wait.”

* * * * *

In the morning, the group prepared to leave Threshold as planned. The town guard did not patrol the streets of Fogor Isle at night, but now daylight had returned, and thus they were back. Though they made it through the streets without trouble, when they got to the riverside, their luck ran out. A small group of patrolmen were gathered around the boat that Ludo had stolen the night before. One of them was engaged in conversation with one of the townsfolk.

“Yes, yes. That’s my boat! Someone took it from the dock.”

“It is not legal to moor your boat here.”

“It wasn’t me. Someone stole it I said!”



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10 responses to “That’s My Boat!

  1. Everyone +1hp

    9am, Moldain, the 8th of Felmont, 1001AC
    Cloudy, warm

    Maruc: 10xp+10xp
    Miklos: 10xp+10xp
    Feldard: 10xp+10xp+10xp
    Hasan: 10xp
    Stephan: 10xp+10xp
    Ludo: 10xp+10xp

    Maruc: 27,245/48000
    Miklos: 27,155/40000
    Feldard: 27,675/34000
    Hasan: 26,755/32000
    Stephan: 26,720/32000
    Ludo: 26,330/40,000

  2. (Eeek! That’s just evil.. even the dwarf is smart enough to have left BEFORE dawn so as not to be spotted…*grumbles while accepting the situation*)

    Feldard peered around his companions as they stood clustered at the corner of a building not far from where they’d left the boat tied. The patrolmen were a problem. “I knew it was a bad idea to come back to the city. Did I not say that?”

    The dwarf frowned, there were too many out on the street at this time of day to be able to take out the patrolmen without attracting more guard. He turned to Ludo. “Any chance you can find us another boat? Or a means of sneaking out our weapons at the very least?” Currently, the dwarfs axe and crossbow were bundled up in his cloak and strapped onto his backpack, but it wasn’t difficult to guess by the shape what the bundle contained.

  3. Ludo

    Ludo sighed – he should have realised that the boats owner would be out looking for his only way to make a living, the fisherman should have had some insurance, Ludo looked around, the only thing he could suggest was to clamber over the town walls. “Feldard/Hasan and Stephen – give me your bows and axe, I will clamber over the walls out of sight of the guard and meet you in the clearing near the towns north gate”. With that comment he uncolied his rope and grapple and looked for a suitable place where he could put his plan into action.

  4. haha, didn’t mean to be evil. I just figured that leaving a boat moored somewhere odd would get spotted by someone, whether a river patrol or a random gang of roaming hooligans. Dawn or later, something similar would be happening. However, you’re right, I should have let you guys fill in the details of when you were leaving etc. Sorry about that!

  5. Stephan

    Stephan tried to shrink away from eyeshot of the town guard muttering, “Looks like this is meant to be a foot journey. No boat today.”

    Following Ludo into an alley, “Why don’t we hand over our weapons after you’ve found a spot to climb? That way you don’t have to lug two bows and an axe through town.”

    [Either later or at the moment…] Stephan handed over his bow checking as he did that the tension was loosened.

    “You rogues are always handy in a town,” Stephan said.

  6. Ludo

    Once out of sight of any prying eyes Ludo turned to Stephen, “I will meet you at the dam”, and then he nimbly scaled the wall and at the top made sure that all was clear of the town guard he carefully lowered the weapons to the ground. Wouldn’t want to put a dent in Feldards axe was a thought that crossed his mind, Feldard would have a hernia. He then preceeded north along the road to the dam to meet up with the others.

  7. Feldard

    Feldard was almost beet red at the thought of having to hand over his axe once again. What if the rogue got caught climbing over.? It was daylight now not the dark of night. But what choice did the dwarf have? With a glare that warned of dire things to come should there be even a slight scuff to his blade, Feldard handed over his axe and then proceeded to follow the others to the northen gates.

    The dwarf was sour and silent the entire walk. He grunted and glared at the guards at the northern gates as they passed through. It was only as the party waited for their companion that Feldard spoke. “So where the hell is he?”

  8. Hasan

    Hasan enjoyed the moment. It was goodbye to the town and guards, and that was all he had been waiting for. “cheerio, old man,” the elf nodded, as the grizzled old soldier glared at the departing party of campaigners. “we’ll see you on our return. do keep the light on,” the elf joshed.

  9. Maruc

    Maruc nodded at the guards as he passed though and offered a blessing. His view was filled with towering mountains that climbed to the skyline. The peaks frosted with snow promised a hard path. He wondered as he turned onto the northern pass road what guardian had kept this pass blind to the adventures of the past that travelled this way before. Never to return. But the favour of Halav was with him and paths of faith are never easy.

    He smiled when he saw Ludo sat on the side of the road with their gear.

  10. Maruc

    Miklos was thankful that although practising magecraft in Threshold was against the law, ‘rare book dealing’ was not, however he did his best to huddle amongst his friends as they passed by the gate guards careful not to attract attention.


    As the others pulled their wargear back on Miklos opened the tapestry and studied the lay of the land.

    “The pass we seek leads north around the rocky spur. The river has carved this gorge but there must be a path else this map is false. Let us be on our way, I’d like to get out of the shadow of that restricted city. We have the whole day before us!”

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