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]

Mhavos is sitting on the floor, knees up, his face in his hands. It would be a posture of abject despair, if not for the way his shoulders are still shaking with repressed laughter.

Lady d'Antret stumbles back at seeing a mage in full strength, staff and all, clearly angry. In a moment of fear rather than anger, her face goes blank, and she begins to scurry around the both of them, attempting to grab her children and flee. She has no words for anyone.

Mhavos looks up, one eye peeking above his fingers. "I'd let her go. If the brats die, it's her fault."

[tender]

With a sigh, Derrica sits down beside Mhavos. She folds both hands over her staff, lays it across her knees.

"That's not how I wanted it to go. I thought she'd be happy someone was here to see to the children."

There's genuine confusion in Derrica's voice as she watches the Lady d'Antret half drag her children from the cave. Belatedly, Derrica considers the trip back will be awkward, but it's too late to do anything about it now.

"I'm sorry that she directed her anger at you instead of me."

[murderbaby]

Mhavos shrugs. "I'd prefer it to them attacking you. It would have ended worse for all parties."

He considers Derrica's words. Should they have been grateful? Yes. Happy? Yes. But was that remotely likely?

"You must understand, Orlesian nobility likes nothing if it is not entirely under their control, and perfectly to their specification. Your attempt at aid was admirable, but it was not their design."

[tender]

"So I should have waited until they got done yelling at you, and then let her order me around?"

It's a rhetorical question. Derrica's pretty confident she can guess the answer.

"At least we got some tea. And sugar."

Is this the silver lining? It feels worthless set against Mhavos having to be dragged here to face these people and their cruelty.