Journal of Arcadius

Pirates

The pirates fled. Nathaniel, the pirate leader, left us a note offering a bribe and a threat. A bribe of a piece of the ancient staff, and a threat of attacking my homeland. Perhaps in Crunch's world of Eberron, where pirates are apparently friendly and reasonable, we could negotiate with him. In our world this is folly. As it was, we were pressed for time and saw no point in spending days ransacking their empty headquarters.

In any case, we procured much useful treasure from the Aboleth's lair.

Some of the others did find amusement in carefully disassembling Nathaniel's desk and loading it into one of the bags of holding. I can only imagine his reaction upon return.

We for our part returned to Khemhet, in my homeland, where I made formal warning to the city-district council of the pirate threat, and as is appropriate under such circumstances, for both surety and oversight, sent written warning directly to the central bureaucracy.

We rested and prepared for the next step. Ragnarr spent much time at the temple of Pelor, which must have been a interesting day, as he is drinking even more heavily than usual. May Pelor guide and preserve him! He also called upon aid from the planes beyond, and via that help, located for us another of the Aboleth.

We also returned to Sigil, and spent much of our newfound wealth rightly, on equipment for our cause. I found a most amazing tome which taught secrets of greater health and vitality. It shall be needed in the days to come.

Praise be to Lord Pelor, oblivion to the Aboleth!


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