Fancy Lad Adventures, Part II (Will they remain fancy?)

Adrift.

Alone.

Angry.

Captain Tanq of The Ursus, once feared and respected along the coasts of Havendell, now finds himself paddling a life raft, low on rations, sun scorched and starving, adrift on the open sea. A mysterious black ship, flying a red flag had come upon him and his stalwart crew in the fog of morning, blasting the vessel to pieces and murdering the sailors aboard. Only Tanq and one other survived the slaughter.

The shoreline on the horizon came into view on their 5th day at sea, and with their adrenaline pumping, the two managed to get the raft onto the shoreline nearby the town of Endholm. They stumbled into the city, wet and penniless, the two find themselves at the Ramshackle Inn, the only flophouse in Endholm that would take them in. Tanq's companion, with that ridiculous green feather in his hat (everything else was burned, drowned, or destroyed, but not that blasted feather!), had managed to relieve a few of the patrons of their coin in a rigged game of dice, earning them enough to stay the night and a few cups of ale.

In the corner of the establishment, two men sat alone, quietly watching the Inn. They sat outside of the ring of firelight, and the brooding nature of their silence kept the other patrons away. Seeing a potential for greater gains, Tanq's companion attemped to lift the dwarf's coin pouch from his side, adding to his ill gotten gains. In a flash, almost too quick for the eye to follow, he found himself on the ground with a suprisingly small, yet heavy boot on the side of his face.

"I wouldn't try that, if I were you, elf," the dwarf drawled, leisurely taking a puff of his pipe.

Next to the dwarf sat a larger dragonborn with a bow slung across his back. Both wore dusty cloaks, and had obviously come to Endholm by way of the forest, as they still smelled of pine sap and mud.

Sensing that this might not go well for him, the thief grabbed the boot from his face, and with a deft twist, managed to put the dwarf off balance and get back on his feet, hand falling to his rapier.


Then they left the inn and killed some wererats and saved a dude.


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STAT BLOCK
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KILL COUNT:
5 x WereRats
1 x Tousice the french wererat

XP:
Josh - 75
Brian - 75
Andrew - 75
Jeff - 0
Tim - 0

LOOT:
12 knives, plates, and spoons [silver]
70GP
A Silk Cape
A pair of golden bracelets, worked into the shape of intertwining snakes
A masterwork flute
6 gold signet rings
10 sapphires
A silver candelabra