OTHER PEOPLE'S PROBLEMS.

[murderbaby]

WHO: Fitcher, Mhavos Dalat, Lino Nieri, Derrica, Leander, Laura Kint.
WHAT: Some rich dicks got dicked around.
WHEN: Early Kingsway.
WHERE: The Wounded Coast.
NOTES: Violence, probably. Will update if More Happens.

To Review,

• Mhavos recieves word from former employers, the wealthy d'Antret family, that their ship to Kirkwall has run ground on the wounded coast.
• He's stopped from throwing the letter in the fire by Fitcher, who bullies convinces him to assemble a search party.
• Lino Nieri, Derrica, Laura Kint and Leander end up volunteering.
• When the wreck is found, it's not all that wrecked; the ship is largely intact, just beached. The wealthy nobles are nowhere to be found.
• However, there are some supplies of tea, coffee and sugar, only lightly damaged. There's also a ledger indicating a d'Antret heirloom (a Dalish amulet) should be on the ship, but can't be found.
• Everyone outvotes Mhavos, and the party decides to try and find the missing nobles.
• They track them to a cave filled with bandits, planning to ransom the nobles back to Orlais for a lot of cash.
• The bandits aren't too difficult to defeat, and the nobles are... moderately grateful. And not giving up their amulet or any of the stuff still on the ship.
• ...Unless you feel like stealing it / cajoling them more? Only Time Will Tell.

Please feel free to make top levels at various points in the mission for maximum versatility.

Comments

[murderbaby]

He acquiesces, but he's not quite sure why. "Is everything alright? You look frightful."

He means her expression. It's like she bit into a lemon.

[justashotaway]

"Something smells wrong," she answers. It is not...entirely unpleasant, Laura realizes, now that she's here, but there is still blood in the air.

When she jumps down into the hold, she's baffled. As suspected, someone has bled out on the wood, but it quickly becomes clear that there's no one lurking in the shadows--only a dry, musty scent coming from the numerous packages. "What is this?"

[murderbaby]

"Wrong?" Mhavos asks cautiously. She's clearly got a better nose than him; he doesn't smell anything off. "You mean rot? Or-"

And then she's poking around something else... "Their cargo. Let me see..." he wanders nearer, squinting in the half-light. "Ah, we're lucky they didn't take more damage. It's sugar."

[justashotaway]

"I smelled him," she explains, tipping her head back towards the body. Everything else seems fine, at least for now. She's still listening for scuffles or creaks that might mean they aren't alone.

The word sugar makes the crates and barrels significantly more interesting, however. Laura's never actually had much experience with unused sugar--or flour, or any other basic ingredient--only occasionally with sweet things. And she has heard the complaints at the Gallows lately. "We need sugar."

[murderbaby]

They ought to move that body before it spoils the sugar. Perhaps Leander will do it; levitating a corpse seems preferable to dragging it about. He makes mental note to ask later.

"We do," Mhavos agrees. "You ought to take a few bricks. There's tea and coffee as well. Consider it..." He stares at the ship around him. "Plunder." And then lets out a quiet chuckle at his own joke.

[justashotaway]

She is supposed to find this funny, and she does not know why. But she's willing to ask, since it is Mhavos. "Plunder?"