NW:1 Slaughtered Pig

Starring: Sedeq, Brenton, Pitor, and Falcon
Guest Starring: Eleanor Oaksey; Billy Younder; Sergeant Halden; Malcolm West; Ernest Younghusband; Ester Frey; Crayborn Frey; Arry Frey; Tom Quickly; The Mountain; Edwin Bainbridge; Marjorie Pelham
Challenge: Slaughtered pig mystery
Location: Aboard the The Stranger's Bride
Date Played: 18 Jan 2010

On the Open Seas

Brenton: At least I'm on a ship. Already a week into the journey and it has felt like we've gone nowhere, despite the obvious visual signs. Sea travel; and inferior necessity. Perhaps I can find some light wood in the new world and make some sort of air ship. Oh, my flights of fancy!

It is shockingly hard to borrow some equipment on this ship. My search for a spy glass proved difficult and drew me to many false ends. My search for a man named Dredner, whom I later found to be named Sedeq, brought me to my desired end. I was stricken with such great disappointment in finding that Miki's Majesty was beyond sight. I could do nothing even if it was, but I still like to cling to the comforts of having my query within the grasp of my eyes. Oh, how I do wish for a proper field journal.

I eventually made acquaintance with two men named Pitor and Falcon. Pitor seems the type with a good deal of income to spare. If I am lucky I may be able to pull a grant or two for some more research while on this new world.

Falcon... really nothing extraordinary about this man except for his scowl. He looks well armed, but lacks the military training of the mercenaries on this ship. I guess he is one of those adventurers that you hear about in bards tales and the like.

Porky Problems

Brenton: On one of the countless days at sea we heard a scream of intense fear from below deck. Falcon and Sedeq ran below deck with great haste; headlong into what could be a dire fate. Pitor and I debated the worth of going down or letting those with the responsibility to do such. We eventually settled on going down, Pitor for the fact it was a feminine scream and mine for the curiosity of it all, and were stopped by some card players. It was Crayborn, Billy, and The Mountain if I recall correctly. I've never been one for cards, so I continued on.

My excitement died quickly. It appears that someone slaughtered a pig and it caused great distress in the fey-touched woman who took care of the animals. A slight glimmer of hope in me died as at first I thought I saw a case of spontaneous explosion. Alas, it was simple and crude butchery with a knife. Seeing as how most people on the ship carried one, suspects were in a surplus. I am simply writing this off as sea madness, as the available variables for what magic could be procured with a pig are immense. It would be best not to dwell on it much.

Star Mapping

Brenton: I'd guess about three weeks into our journey we were starting to notice signs that we are a little off course. The consolations seemed a bit tilted and the journey seems to be taking longer than expected.

I was commissioned to produce a new compass as I found out much later that the original one was broken and thrown overboard. It would have been much easier to fix the original, but I do have some extraordinary skills with magnetism that will let me make a simple one in it's place.

Warriors Mass

Brenton: I was drawn to the deck of the ship one night as the seas felt unusually calm. I was relieved to see that the course has been corrected for the most part and that my making of a new compass will now mostly be an exercise in utility as opposed to need.

We were greeted by brutish looking woman named Majorie that proclaimed herself as a priestess of the Warrior. Most of my scholastic endeavors have left me with little time for the faiths of this world. I put more faith into the sciences and ways of man then to really give much credence to the powers that may sit above. Nonetheless, I agreed to go to her service for observation. I found the discipline intriguing and quite a necessity that most are lacking. Still, it was a bit too brutish for my taste.

Rough Seas

Brenton: Another great commotion was had a few days later. I constructed as best I could an improvised mirror on a pole to see why everyone was trying to look on the side of the ship. After a little construction I found that there was a sigil on the side of the boat that looks like it was drawn in blood.

I spent the next few hours looking over the small about of text with me to determine what it was. I learned that it was a sigil of safe passage. There seemed little harm in that so I wrote up a small report of it and its history on the plate I used to make the sketch.

Yet again the ignorance and ingratitude of man shone through as my research