Session 2: Soul of Winter

"It surely won't hurt!" the captain assures Izuhn, despite the dead sailor just a few feet away. "Well, most cargo is likely mundane, but the folks up north may need it to make it through the long winter and..." she stops looking at the men removing the grate, an excited smile forming. "... we have a mystery to solve! Hey! What's taking so long?" The sailors look up and start complaining about how the grate is rusted shut.

You both notice that Fizel has not made his way to the main deck yet.

As you go back to the captain's cabin you spot Fizel quickly hiding something he found. He looks back as Agna calls for him. "Still here. Checking all this mess. You think there;'s more fishmen down there?".

"Nothing of value. Just a couple of coins and a ruined book". Without much interest, he waves the damaged pages of what could be a diary.

You suddenly hear the metallic noise of something heavy fall on the main deck. "Perfect! Time to check that cargo!" You hear the overjoyed voice of the captain followed by loud footsteps. "You there! Get back to the Icebreaker and make sure they get seen by the cleric. We are going in!"

The three of you join the others just in time to watch the first sailor climbing down the worn ladder into the lower deck. "There's something here captain!" you hear is voice echo as a second sailor starts to go down.

As you both wonder what is down there, you start hearing the echoed scuttling of something in the dark until... "Whaaaa? aaaaa Heeeelp..." you hear a loud noise of rusted metal crack followed by a splash on water. "You ok?" You hear the other sailor moving around checking his colleague as the captain decides to join them in the dark deck.

As you climb down the unsteady ladder to join the others, Izuhn's moonlight illuminates the narrow corridors that connect, from a quick door count, at least four or five different rooms. The entire place is full of salt-smelling sea weeds, forming a wet and cold web that, though too weak to hinder your movements, make seeing anything in the dim light hard. You heard the scuttling of something around you, and even catch a glimpse at a small moving shadow on the wooden walls, but your attention is mostly drawn to the hole on the floor. Another metal grate seems to have stood here, now broken by the weight of the sailor who was searching the corridors. Izuhn's light shines down to the bottom deck to reveal the sailor standing up in a pool of freezing water.