Pursuit of Noosehoister

Thulwar's Adventure begins
Thulwar Crystalfist

Overwold: the final frontier. These are the adventures of the wizard Thulwar. His five-year mission: to explore strange continents, to seek out new wealth and new influence, to boldly go where no svirfneblin has gone before.

Adventures Log 1:
The start of the latest mission begin with a request by a gnome ranger named Maypop. Since she has helped the Syndicate in the past. Since I was in the area I was sent as a consult.
With Maypop I was able to determine that fungus normally native to the underdark has started to appear near Brash.

Maypop did additional research and found a requisition for ships, magic weapons, and boxed shadows.. Finding this she brought called Adventures she has worked with in the past.

During her explanation she gave Glinda and Rhogar a letter to read since it was in draconic.
It was a letter for help after a Captain named NooseRaiser had lost his ship to what to me sounded like creatures from the underdark.

When the name LynchHoister a bully and his gang took the letter from the spellcaster Glinda.
Doing what was logical I tried to paralyze them all so we could retrieve the letter and move to a more private venue. This unfortunately failed an a tavern fight started. Where the big dragonborn chickened out and left his former employer to fend for herself (clearly she didn’t pay him enough)

After I proved the victor we found out that LoopedRopedPuller is a enemy of Ivan (the bully) and we set out to find out more about NeckShapedHoleLifter and the creatures that attacked his ship.

We find out that these attacks have become increasingly common in recent months, but even more interesting is that large rocks on known trade routes have been appearing causing ships to wreck.

We find what we think is where PullingNooser is preparing ships, but in doing so set the local guard looking for Maypop.
Deciding not to confront the guard we decided to wait until morning to use Glinda’s status as a noble as a way to confront the suspicious ships without fighting the guard.

Unfortunately the ships left during the night in the middle of a thunderstorm…

one guard says he saw them heading northeast.
Ivan the bully, says he has a ship to follow them…..

Take it with a grain of...grain?
Maypop Felwort

I came too as Rhogar pulled me up from the tavern chair where I had fallen asleep after a few tall tankards of ale. The party was dispersing for the night to their respective alleys and rooms and I was left by the fire with Elric snorting softly in his sleep. I blearily remember telling him I intended to sleep right here in some warm corner, to which he snorted, dangling me by the scruff of my vest. I nodded my head slightly in agreement when he offered me the floor of his room instead, noting that the innkeeper would probably put me out in the rain if I stayed here. Elric hefted himself to his feet and followed behind as we proceeded to the stairwell at the far corner of the room. The last thing I remember as I settled my head onto Elric’s stomach was a small mouse scurrying along the edges of the wall carrying pieces of grain in his mouth. I presumed they had fallen from me as i settled in and this brought a slight smirk to my face as the last bits of consciousness left me and dreams took their place.

It was morning now and I crouched on the roof of the tavern reflecting on the activities of the night before. Through the window below me I could just barely see Elric’s tail twitching as he investigated the room with his snout. I could also hear the groaning of the small bed as Rhogar tried for the hundredth time to find a comfortable position that would fit the entire frame of his dragon born body. That would not happen I was sure. The night had not gone as I had expected. In truth though I really did not know what to expect when I had called them all here. The strange things that have been happening around me these past months made me realize that this was a problem far bigger than me.

The reunion was full of anticipation and we were all a little of edge. Glinda especially seemed tight lipped upon arrival, but I attributed that to the fact that she clearly had stepped in mud when entering. The information and documents I had found did nothing to mollify the sense of foreboding that grew within each of us. I believe that is why we reacted irrationally when the sailor Ivan swaggered up and plucked the Draconic letter from Glinda’s hands. My blood boiled a bit. I had nearly been killed by some demonic shadows and a dingy pirate. The only clue I had was the name on that paper. Perhaps we could have avoided the fight that followed but I did relish nimbly jumping away as his goon smashed his face into the table edge. Haha. Further injury was avoided however when we discovered that we were seeking information on the same man, Captain Noosehoister.

An uneasy truce was struck and we all spent the rest of the evening seeking information from various contacts we knew around the city. I didn’t have many contacts myself so I thought, “What better way then to talk to the dock hands ?”. I won’t go into detail but I ended up with a warrant for my arrest. A misunderstanding with a deck hand after making a simple inquiry, ended with a hundred pound bag of grain on top of me. Thankfully by some trick of the light or perhaps the falling rain I escaped and he thought I was a little gnome boy. I shamefully returned to the tavern itching and scratching because of the grain fibers that clung to me, and spent the remainder of the evening crouched down in a chair by the fire avoiding city guard patrols and drinking more than my share of ale with Glinda. Her flirtation skills were much appreciated in gathering information and keeping prying eyes away form me.

My eyes refocused as the poor bed below gave a resounding crack and collasped. Rhogar floundered, tangling himself further in the blankets. Elric, excited by the noise started hopping around occasionally kicking up his back legs. I sighed and straighten from my crouch. The slight drizzle became more persistent and I looked toward the docks. We are headed there to find more answers. With this rag-tag group, i’m sure something will go wrong…

The overworld adventure continues, on water?
Thulwar Crystalfist

What I have shown you is reality. What you remember, that is the illusion.

The storm has wound down, but unfortunately our late start to the day has let Noosehoister’s men get a head start.
We decided to pursue. So we got on Ivan’s boat, which didn’t really seem sea worthy if you ask me, but I may not be the best judge since I don’t really like boats. I tend to get sea sick. I have the strength to endure such a journey nonetheless though.

As we make it out into the ocean we see them heading straight into a storm. I don’t know if it was the rager from the night past, but we perhaps foolhardily head straight into the storm hoping to catch the 3 boats.

Somehow we survive the storm, I attribute it to Glinda and I being able to determine the current even in such a squall.

I will mention Grimm, a ‘deckhand’ employed by Ivan had an impressive showing when some pirates made it aboard the ship.

As we made it out of the storm Grimm further impressed when he with the help of Rhogar and Glinda was able to create a forgery in Noosehoister’s hand.

Using this forgery we joined Noosehoisters crew. Who had begun to board a large ship being held out of the water by large stalagmites. We all made it on deck without attracting suspicion.

Well all except Maypop, who hid under a create that was being hauled up.
She then moved through a porthole into the belly of the ship. Seeing her maneuver I sent my bat Darkvision to relay any information she finds to us on the top of the ship.

So here we are now:
Most of us pretending to be a part of Noosehoister’s crew.
One scouting the danger below, since Darkvision, reports to me that the hold has quagoths in it.


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