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Weekend Plot: (Full Event) To the heroes and warriors of Travance who offered me your hospitality this Sunday past,
I thank you once again for your assistance, and your welcome. After speaking with many of you about your interactions with the disgraced former Captain Lorenzo Alverez, I related your stories to His Grace, Count Winterdark. He graciously agreed to my request and wrote a letter to Her Majesty, Queen Luisa, asking that true justice be applied to Alverez and that he meet his rightful fate at the end of the headsmans’ axe. I have delivered this letter, by my own hand, to Her Majesty.
Since you have aided in my efforts, let me return the favor, in what way I am able: I understand that you found yourselves at the warehouse where Captain Ironmantle and his co-conspirator Captain Greykettle set out for a destination in Doth Moria to achieve some unknown purpose. In the past the two had served under Lorenzo Alverez, with Greykettle even standing as his first mate. These days Captain Ironmantle is a reputable dealer of magical arms and items, Greykettle is a known pirate who has plagued the waters near Faust for some time now. There is no doubt in my mind that whatever they plan, it is to Alverez’ benefit.
Unfortunately, while they appeared to be using this warehouse as a base of operations, any hard evidence or indicator of *what* they plan has gone missing. From what you shared with me, it seems an individual styling themselves “The Employer”, may have reached the warehouse first, and is in possession of anything that concretely links the disgraced Captain to this illegal attempt. Without this evidence, officials of Coast Haven are unlikely to take action, for that matter we know not where they go or what they plan to determine what action could be taken. My greatest hope in this matter is that Her Majesty orders Alverez executed before his former (and no doubt still ongoing, if clandestine) followers can take any action.
If this should not come to pass in time, the only other path I see forward is for you to find this “Employer”, learn what Alverez’s lackeys are about, and put a stop to it yourselves.
I wish you luck and fair seas in this, and in pursuit of our mutual aim of seeing Lorenzo Alverez truly pay for his crimes.
Captain Amelia Righetti
Captain of the Silver Princess
Third Fleet, Royal Navy of Coast Haven
Weekend Portion
(narrator, OOG: not Ephrem)
A Blast of Justice:
*One, two, three, four…* he silently counted the number of pieces of… what was it? Tasted like beets. “I’d better not spill this and get it on my nice white robes. Beet stains.” He said this to himself with enough sarcasm to fill the cell. After his last “interview,” he was able to see the stained and tattered state of his Valosian robes; here in the darkness he could not. Because of his unexpected ally, within just a few days he was even able to determine a pattern by which they staggered his meals and his “sleep interruptions.” He was able to section his prayers during the course of the day like that of the monastery. He even took time during the course of the day for exercises, despite the fact that his meals were less than fully nourishing. He felt more like “himself." He was physically beaten but not spiritually defeated.
There was one day, however, that marked an unusual - and somewhat frightening - event.
The walls suddenly shuddered, there was a loud crack - from within the room there was blazing light.
The priest was startled awake from sleep. His eyes watered from the intensity of the light blazing above him. His arm instinctively came up to shield his eyes. He saw a brief image: his young friend sitting up in a bed, a bandaged hand gripped tightly to the Valosian seal on his coat that the priest had recently given him. His lips were moving in silent earnest prayer.
His eyes snapped open and he seemed to look directly at the priest and said, in a voice like thunder that shook the wall of the cell,
"JUSTICE WILL NOT BE DENIED!"
Just as suddenly as it appeared, the light and image were gone. The room was again plunged into darkness. The priest could hear the sound of running feet, and detect a faint smell of acrid smoke.
At the arrival of their commanding officer, the guards still had a look of panic and fear. They didn’t know what was more disquieting, the thundering sounds having come from the cell with the brightest of lights seeping from the bottom of the door, or the loud, exuberant laughter now coming from the prisoner inside. The officer ordered one of the guards to unlock and open the cell door, to which he begrudgingly obeyed. They saw the priest, whose laughter trailed to an end. The priest looked up at them with a smile on his face, pointed a finger directly at the officer in command, and said,
“Looks like justice is coming, boys.” And then in almost a whisper, “Run.”
[compiled by Bryan A and portions written by Bryan A and Lorna L; some paraphrasing from role play by Lorna L and Mike P]