The Broken Crown

Why did I get on the boat again?

Why did I get on the boat again?

Oh that’s right – my overwhelming sense of duty to protect the weak from the oppressors. Well, looking around the Melora’s Fury I can see there are plenty of oppressed on this ship – or not. All these people look like battle hardened sailors of varying degree.

Clearly reports that Xara smuggled children were wide of the mark. Instead it looks like a story of smuggled dragons – and possibly other beasts, magical or not. Guess that makes it alright then! Nothing to see here folks…

“No creature should ever be chained, that was exactly why I bumped that mage on the ship!” Yeah let’s go with that Jason, everyone will lap that up. Let’s forget the death threats the dragon offered up, that’s not important.

And to top it off, we are now headed to Erigaelis, a place I have never been and was never intending to head to! What we’ll find there is anyone’s guess.

Okay, being serious, at this point, I almost wish we had found children instead – then the sense of dread I have wouldn’t be nearly as bad. Unleashing a dragon on your own party (albeit a month from now) can do that to you I guess. Of course, I’m not worried about myself at all – battle is second nature to me, even against such a beast. However putting my comrades in danger because of my own actions…………that is unacceptable. I already have enough dead people on my conscience as it is, I don’t need theirs added to it.

Will Biithul even remember us a month from now? Maybe, maybe not. In any case, a month is a long time. Many things will have changed by then – we will all be much stronger – and should Biithul decide to keep true to his word, I’ll make sure I correct my mistake.

Wrenn’s Story: The Star of Erigælis

Wrenn’s heart was making a bold attempt to escape his chest, thundering wildly as he leapt the gap between the sinking Star of Erigælis and Melora’s Fury. The last hour was a blur – he’d expected their sea journey to be uneventful, a break from the hectic and violent life he’d been leading lately. It was not.

Since his half of the group left Erinport, a storm had been building over The Reft. They were now battling gale-force winds as they unattached Melora’s Fury from the wreck of The Star. Wrenn took a moment to reflect on his life as he watched the unfortunate ship sink into the depths.

Wrenn had almost died today. He’d seen his fellow party members fall a dozen or more times, but never him – he was small and not an easy target, his reflexes were excellent. The Sea Hags, whose terrible faces he was still trying to forget, had made short work of him. Wrenn resolved to get better still at avoiding attacks.

Recalling the fight, Wrenn remembered that if it weren’t for Salzar’s quick thinking then he wouldn’t be alive, “that makes another life debt I guess”, he thought. He could name several other people he’d rather be indebted to than the old man. Still, he’d been glad of the wizard’s company when they explored The Star’s hold.

Meeting another dragon had been fascinating, no amount of reading could have prepared him for it. The sheer power and intelligence of the creature! Under different circumstances Wrenn could have spoken to it all day, imagine the amount of knowledge it could impart. Despite the looming threat of death, Wrenn was almost looking forward to meeting Biithul again in a month’s time.

Glancing over the now inflated crew of Melora’s Fury, Wrenn prepared himself for an uncomfortable journey. He’d have to guard himself with more watchful eyes around: his escape through the sinking ship had provided him with ample opportunity to loot, and he’d made a small fortune in mithril. Wrenn was also very curious about the shipping chart he’d found, and what the “X” might signify on a small island near Erigælis.

The Struggle of Being an Intellectual
from Salzar's Journal

Today, I learned how dragons eat. We also signed a pact with said dragon that spells out only our deaths. Or it would, were the dragon not an honour-bound Blue by the name of Biithul will learn that he is far too cocky. I understand the need to be confident, but often such a thing is a downfall.

We travelled from the small, forgettable settlement, across the vast body of water that I have grown to hate. Wrenn proved instrumental in rescuing Jason and the bard, though I don’t think anyone else noticed. Perhaps they see me as the all-seeing mage that I am, and not the doddering old fool I pretend to be? Then again, perhaps not.

Hags assaulted our vessel, and were easily dispatched. I played on their hatred for each other, and convinced one to attack the other. The resulting blood bath was a beautiful thing indeed.

A sea monster attacked the ship we were sailing to. I convinced everyone to get off the Star (of whatever place it was named after – the part of the ship that had the name was already under the waves by the time we arrived) and board our vessel.

Finally, I was able to free Biithul from his bonds. No use letting such a magnificent creature drown under the waves. I also allowed him to devour the nameless mage that had him imprisoned there for so long… I do hope the Reaper will accept my sacrifice.

A Gathering Storm

As Dhom watches the wreckage of the Star sink beneath the waves, he pretends along with the others to not notice the erstwhile Captain’s furious tears, which the pelting rain is not quite masking. He’s sure the man would soon be fitting out a new hull for his company’s owners, but ships are both home and livelihood – and it can be a bitter blow to lose both.

As the newly combined crew fought with the rigging of the Fury, Dhom thought back over the last day. Had it truly only been a day? He’d thought himself a pretty decent ranger before this morning, strutting around the foregathering. He’d trained in the mountains and roamed much further afield; avoided enemy warbands and taken down monsters. But Enna had shown by example how naïve he was in thinking he was skilled, and being disabled in combat twice in one day had rather driven home that point. He had a debt to pay to the old warlock and the young bard now, and hoped he was learning fast – he might have to.

Dhom had looked a little askance at the Heroes of Woodcrest when he’d first met them; they seemed a bloodthirsty lot at first, but perhaps that was the only way to cope and stay sane. All in one day – blood hawks, orcs with strange sigils, huntresses with teleporting hounds, riots, sea hags, and dragons.

And none of this was normal. Erinport had seemed woefully unprepared for any trouble, without even a city wall, and now had no guard force either; good riddance, but weaker defences. The citizens had seemed blithely unaware when quizzed, unconcerned about attacks in the area… although maybe he shouldn’t judge them all by those who ended up in a pub after a riot. But he should have pressed the point.

The dragon’s mention of being captured for a war in Igaegi was more worrying. This wasn’t local opportunists… it was all part of something larger. Dhom levered his battered body off the gunwales, and wondered who might know more about what was happening; the old man would know quite a lot, but would be unwilling to share it. Time to see if the rum had loosened the bookish rogue’s tongue, and what he’d gotten himself into…

Season 2 Episode 2 Synopsis

Seren and Jason stow away on a launch hanging from the departed ship – the Star of Erigaelis – which they investigate for trafficking, finding no children but encountering a blue dragon kept in the hold. Meanwhile, the party still in Erinport brokers a deal for the corrupt guard troop to be allowed to leave with their lives, and Xara to take over their duties. The party tries to arrange transport across to Eastreach, to find they have just missed the only ship for the near future, the Star, and pay to catch up to it in a smaller, faster vessel – Melora’s Fury. As the Fury catches up in a worsening storm, both ships are attacked by a group of sea hags and something worse under the water. During the battle the Star is seriously damaged and the dragon is awoken; it agrees to not attack the party for a month if released, and reveals it had been captured in order to fight in a war in Igaegi. The party sets it free as Wrenn loots a surprising amount of treasure from the captain’s cabin, and they escape the sinking ship onto the Fury.

A Frustrating Series of Events
from Salzar's Journal

A frustrating turn of events indeed. Not much that has happened today has filled me with confidence. I can see the cracks, the signs of distrust, and the way they watch me cautiously. Are they afraid of me?

The first time I noticed it was when Brother James joined us again. I have seen him watch me, scrutinise me when I perform minor rituals or my prayers. On several occasions I have thought to enlighten him of the truth between the Bitch Raven and the Reaper, but the distrust coming from him is too worrisome. I wonder what has happened to make him act so suspicious? He questioned our motives on defending ourselves from those lying priests, but I do not think he believed the truth when he heard it.

Wrenn witnessed Enna’s mother being arrested for ‘cavorting with false agents of the Raven Queen’. Instead of having poor Wrenn die once again, I called him back to my side. I have travelled too long without him, and although he is a useful spy, I am happy to see him with me again. I will spend a few hours with him, then I will need to send him off to visit the false Princess we left in Ponterin, for I have my word to keep.

The stonecunning dwarf in our company, Dhomgrim, has been particularly useful over the last few days. He has proven himself a worthwhile fighter, and I daresay he is an adequete replacement for Jason… especially when the dragonborn is being too dilatory to be useful.

In my most recent failing, I attempted to divulge information from Xara. A human trafficker (according to the guards), I posed as a buyer of such things. She promptly told me to bugger off. I suspect that this headband has made me far too shrewd for the mortals here, especially mere commoners.

Perhaps it’s just a mood swing, or perhaps it’s the frail moralities of my companions, but they concern me. We may be drawing close to a forked path, and I may need to leave the group. I have acquired some friendships here, tenuous as they are, but my destiny is with squashing this cult in its entirety… a fact that the party seem to be less inclined to believe.
I suppose it’s easier for mortal minds to associate me with the ‘bad guys’.

Season 2 Episode 1 Synopsis

The party travels south and reencounters Brother James, who has been tasked with tailing them by High Priest Whittard, suspecting them of a connection to the Cult of the Sealed God. They arrive in Erinport to a riot; Xara, owner of the shipping warehouse, charges the Kingsguard of pocketing more than their share of tax. Wrenn and James confer with the guard captain, who counter-accuses Xara of smuggling and trafficking. Seren and Jason search the warehouse for evidence, eventually leaping on to a departing ship.

Episode 16 Synopsis

The party, with new member Dhom, repels a blood hawk attack, and follows the trail of a shadowy figure to a waterfall cavern. Fighting through its tunnels to the peak, Enna confronts Krarzen, son of her late nemesis Grarzuk. She overcomes and beheads the orc, but succumbs to Ashblood poison from his gloved hand. Enna’s spirit comes to rest in the Faewild, and walks with her father for eternity.

Episode 15 Synopsis

The High Priest of the temple arrives and defuses the situation, beginning to revive his Brothers. As reparations, he requests the party retrieve some diamonds from a dragon hoard in the Frostback Mountains. They try to convince a militia to join them on the quest, but decide instead to travel to Eastreach, following one of the few clues remaining as to the whereabouts of the princess. On the way to the port, Enna follows signs to a ranger foregathering, where she learns her father has died.

Episode 14 Synopsis

Hoping they will work with him against Prince Rellis once the latter takes the throne, Xander disavows the royal agents in the party. They take equipment from the barracks armoury and train, but discover that Jason’s new armour is cursed. When the temple priest fakes the ritual to remove the curse and demands money, combat breaks out leading to the death of several priests.


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