01 Arrival At Dawnsmoor (IC Thread)

As Prong speaks to captain Kirrill he roars with laughter "A deck hand??? Pah! I have enough trouble keeping this lot in hand without worrying about one of those things as well. Throw it back where it came from, if it can make the swim back to shore then the gods obviously have some plan in mind for the wretch" still chuckling to himself he turns and returns to watching over the rest of the crew.

As Prong hauls Mukmik over the side of the barge his pitiful cries are cut off by a rather loud splash shortly followed by the sound of the creature coughing and spluttering as it tries to work it's puny limbs as fast as it can to swim away. Pomin shouts out after Mukmik but the goblin either doesn't hear or ignores him as he focuses on trying to swim against the river current.

Captain Kirrill listens to Pomins report and shrugs slightly "I'll detail some of the other crew to keep a watch out for the rest of the night with you all. We should be at Dawnsmoor by tomorrow afternoon and the shallows can be a tad treacherous in places on the approach so I'll not be slipping anchor before first light. Hopefully they were just chancing their luck and the rest of the night will be quiet..."

You all keep watch through the rest of the night, asides from a few nervous twitches when the odd night creature makes it's presence known things pass without further incident. As the first light of dawn starts to creep over the horizon the remaining crew begin to rise and you are relieved and told to get some sleep, the crew members who were ordered to keep watch with you for the rest of the night are not so lucky as they still have duties they need to perform.

You head below decks to the corner of the cargo deck that you have been using as your quarters and all quickly settle down for some well earned rest. After what you assume to be a few hours you are roused to the sound of shouting coming from above decks, a tense moment as you all assume the worst and start reaching for weapons passes as you come to the realization it is just the usual sounds of the crew getting the barge ready to dock and you also become aware of the other noises you can hear from the near distance indicating that the Bilge Runner have finally arrived at Dawnsmoor.You begin to gather you belongings as you hear the thump of the ship as it comes into dock. Coming back on deck you can see the city of Dawnsmoor around you. The city sprawls across the surrounding hills to the south of the Flametail River and the lack of any real city walls seems to have allowed the city to expand out in a pretty chaotic fashion. Large sections of the city seem to comprise of fairly ramshackle buildings, no real common style is apparent other than a walled section you can see in one of the more elevated areas which even at this distance is fairly evident to be mostly elven architecture. As you are taking in the sight of the city a number of porters, mostly orcs and a few humans, come trotting towards the ship and begin carting the cargo the bilge runner is unloading up the dock. A small group stand at the edge of the dock, a human scribe who seems to be making a note of the various crates and other items coming off of the Bilge Runner and a bored looking elven noble or official and a couple of other elven guards keping an eye on proceedings.

As you stand to the side, trying to keep out of the way as best you can, Captain Kirrill comes over to you all "Well then, it seems luck was with us for the last stretch as we didn't see any hide nor hair of those goblins again. You all have my thanks for your vigilance, I know we agreed that your payment would be your passage here but if those goblins had gotten past you all it could have been a proper mess if they'd gotten below to where we were all sleeping so here" he thrust out a small coin pouch to you "It's not much but should be enough to keep you going for a few days". He takes a moment to shake all of your hands as you head off the barge and you quickly find yourselves with the city before you all.

You move up the the bustling dock, taking care not to get in the way of the various porters moving the cargo. As you pass the small group at the end of the dock the elven noble gives you a curious look whilst the guards a more cautions one but they do nothing to interrupt your progress.

You move through the various warehouses and other working buildings and soon find yourselves in a market place of sorts. A number of stalls are setup in the middle of the street, mainly selling various fresh fruits and vegetables with a few other shops lining the street. You also spy a comfortable looking tavern just up from the market proper, a swinging sign out front displays a picture of a sheaf of wheat. One thing that strikes you about at least this area of Dawnsmoor is the population is made up of a fairly eclectic mix of races but orcs seem to be in the majority which is something of an oddity when compared to other cities you have visited.

You all move into the very comfortable looking taproom of the tavern. A number of tables and booths are arrayed around the room with a long bar stretching the length of the room and the smell of cooked meats and bread waft out from the kitchen. As you enter the rather rotund looking human barman addresses you as he finishes tidying some flagons behind the bar "Welcome to the Wheatsheaf, what can I ge-WHAT IN KELLOS’S BALLS IS THAT?!?!?!" he yells pointing a shaking hand at Motem.