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Savanah looks around trying to trace where the darts came from. She sees no guards, which is just the way pirates like there docs. She does however see a person in a black gown with hood running away, they were probably the one behind the assassination.
With a snarl, she jumps up to her feet and clutches her maul. Even if I run at full speed, that person is probably taller and faster than I am with my short little legs. I need to get what ironwood there is and get out of here before I am accused of committing this murder myself! She quickly moves below to search for the cargo, wishing not for the first time that she was taller. Curse my family for being Mountain Trolls.
 
Outside the tavern, Jidath kept her mouth shut and gave only a pleased, polite smile when the Most High Academe said that he knew what she'd done, and that he'd give her the chance to redeem herself. Protesting that she hadn't done anything would only make her look more guilty, and Jidath had to admit that the situation looked very suspicious. Her professor and her had been really close, and she'd worked on everything that he had. Jidath just... hadn't known why. But if someone else gave the same excuse to her, she wouldn't believe it either.

Those thoughts run through her mind as she lingers outside the building. After another second, Jidath strolls in. This is what she wanted to do anyway, and the more knowledge they have, the better chance that their motley group could save the world. Or something like that.
 
Pyke places his hand on his chin and begins to think. He needed a reasonable number. But he didn't want to have to pay more than he had to. After all he still had to buy supplies for the crew. That's when it dawned on him. A spark of ingenuity.

"May I see the spyglass? I would like to check it's condition before settling on an offer." At least this way it would look like Pyke was paying for quality. And his haggling would seem more favorable.
 
"Ah, I see. I hope you manage to get a I other herd going in the future, it sounds like you really enjoyed it. Here you go, yes please " She says, giving the woman her coin and accepting the suit once it is complete. With a smile she thanks the woman again and heads to the ship to begin Familiarizijg herself with it's layout
 
With a snarl, she jumps up to her feet and clutches her maul. Even if I run at full speed, that person is probably taller and faster than I am with my short little legs. I need to get what ironwood there is and get out of here before I am accused of committing this murder myself! She quickly moves below to search for the cargo, wishing not for the first time that she was taller. Curse my family for being Mountain Trolls.

You find the cargo, even though they lost mos of it, it is still really heavy to carry (consider yourself encumberred). You start making your way back to the artisan district.

Outside the tavern, Jidath kept her mouth shut and gave only a pleased, polite smile when the Most High Academe said that he knew what she'd done, and that he'd give her the chance to redeem herself. Protesting that she hadn't done anything would only make her look more guilty, and Jidath had to admit that the situation looked very suspicious. Her professor and her had been really close, and she'd worked on everything that he had. Jidath just... hadn't known why. But if someone else gave the same excuse to her, she wouldn't believe it either.

Those thoughts run through her mind as she lingers outside the building. After another second, Jidath strolls in. This is what she wanted to do anyway, and the more knowledge they have, the better chance that their motley group could save the world. Or something like that.

As you enter you see a battlefield of scrolls lying around everywhere, notes scattered throughout them and a few weird artifact lingering between the scrolls. The walls are lined with shelves which are just as stuffed as the table and floor. Professor Cowlcape is sitting in his armchair reading another scroll. It takes a while before he notices you. "Ah, good morning Jidath, thank you for coming." He makes his way to the desk, carefully avoiding to step on anything. "Please, take a seat. I would like to know your perspective on what happened around your unfortunate circumstances, so why don't you start talking me through that?"

Pyke places his hand on his chin and begins to think. He needed a reasonable number. But he didn't want to have to pay more than he had to. After all he still had to buy supplies for the crew. That's when it dawned on him. A spark of ingenuity.

"May I see the spyglass? I would like to check it's condition before settling on an offer." At least this way it would look like Pyke was paying for quality. And his haggling would seem more favorable.

The captain is slightly suspicious, but it seems like a reasonable request, so he hands you a spyglass. It is a piece of clearwood enameled in a dark purple coating. Its covered in scratches and cuts from years of travel, but when you look through it it works perfectly fine. As you look around you see a person in a black cloak and hood. You are immediately focused on the white crest that is painted on the front. Its the head of the Gloamglozer. They notices you looking at them though and run away as fast as they can. You probably won't be able to catch up with him as the spyglass helps you look further than you thought.

Steamdrunk Steamdrunk Lugg-mag was not late, he just had other priorities to attend to first. He had wanted to get some additional weaponry. He knew guns were outlawed in Undercity, but he knew some shady people around the docks who would be selling anyhow. He had entered the sewer entrance close to their docks and found himself in a big chamber. Water was flushing in from the sides, but in the middle there was a weapons shop. You now Tytugg, the goblin who manages this shop. He greets you.

"Ah, if it isn't my favorite murder goblin, Lugg-mag. Back already, are ya? What is it this time? Need more arrows? I also just got my hands on some beauties from those bogged down sky ships, you interested?"
 
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You find the cargo, even though they lost mos of it, it is still really heavy to carry (consider yourself encumberred). You start making your way back to the artisan district.



As you enter you see a battlefield of scrolls lying around everywhere, notes scattered throughout them and a few weird artifact lingering between the scrolls. The walls are lined with shelves which are just as stuffed as the table and floor. Professor Cowlcape is sitting in his armchair reading another scroll. It takes a while before he notices you. "Ah, good morning Jidath, thank you for coming." He makes his way to the desk, carefully avoiding to step on anything. "Please, take a seat. I would like to know your perspective on what happened around your unfortunate circumstances, so why don't you start talking me through that?"



The captain is slightly suspicious, but it seems like a reasonable request, so he hands you a spyglass. It is a piece of clearwood enameled in a dark purple coating. Its covered in scratches and cuts from years of travel, but when you look through it it works perfectly fine. As you look around you see a person in a black cloak and hood. You are immediately focused on the white crest that is painted on the front. Its the head of the Gloamglozer. They notices you looking at them though and run away as fast as they can. You probably won't be able to catch up with him as the spyglass helps you look further than you thought.

Steamdrunk Steamdrunk Lugg-mag was not late, he just had other priorities to attend to first. He had wanted to get some additional weaponry. He knew guns were outlawed in Undercity, but he knew some shady people around the docks who would be selling anyhow. He had entered the sewer entrance close to their docks and found himself in a big chamber. Water was flushing in from the sides, but in the middle there was a weapons shop. You now Tytugg, the goblin who manages this shop. He greets you.

"Ah, if it isn't my favorite murder goblin, Lugg-mag. Back already, are ya? What is it this time? Need more arrows? I also just got my hands on some beauties from those bogged down sky ships, you interested?"
Lugg-Mag grinned as he entered, brimming with Ego.
"Funny you should mention that. My talents have been recognised and I have an important mission that could well determine the very fate of the Edge."
Lugg-Mag leans on the counter with a long elbow, giving Tytugg a very wide side eye.
"So I need some equipment for the job! You got any bullet spitters? Big, small, What have you got in the back?"
 
Lugg-Mag grinned as he entered, brimming with Ego.
"Funny you should mention that. My talents have been recognised and I have an important mission that could well determine the very fate of the Edge."
Lugg-Mag leans on the counter with a long elbow, giving Tytugg a very wide side eye.
"So I need some equipment for the job! You got any bullet spitters? Big, small, What have you got in the back?"

"Oh, you know me too well." Tytugg says as he moves to a special compartment. "How will you be saving the Edge this time, oh great commander? Ha!" He pulls out a special box, it's really long. As you move over he opens it up. "Look at this baby." You see a long musket lying in it. "Perfect for long distance. Absolutely obliterating whoever you need to capture. You probably need to notch it onto something though, unless you are strong enough." He looks at your arms, trying to judge if you are. "Its powered with stormphrax, so you might have difficulty finding that shit, but it is definitely worth it. It will cost you 150 including the bullets."

A musket does 1d12 damage. It weighs 15lbs, so you need strength 13 to wield it or hook it using an action or bonus action. Loading also costs an action or bonus action. It is two handed and considered heavy.

In the main part of his shop you also see a heavy crossbow and arrows, but you might be able to talk the price down anyhow.
 
"Oh, you know me too well." Tytugg says as he moves to a special compartment. "How will you be saving the Edge this time, oh great commander? Ha!" He pulls out a special box, it's really long. As you move over he opens it up. "Look at this baby." You see a long musket lying in it. "Perfect for long distance. Absolutely obliterating whoever you need to capture. You probably need to notch it onto something though, unless you are strong enough." He looks at your arms, trying to judge if you are. "Its powered with stormphrax, so you might have difficulty finding that shit, but it is definitely worth it. It will cost you 150 including the bullets."

A musket does 1d12 damage. It weighs 15lbs, so you need strength 13 to wield it or hook it using an action or bonus action. Loading also costs an action or bonus action. It is two handed and considered heavy.

In the main part of his shop you also see a heavy crossbow and arrows, but you might be able to talk the price down anyhow.
"Hah! You doubt me?"
Lugg-Mag flexs, striking possess, then suddenly freezes.
"Wait? 150 G? For your favourite customer? Whoes trying to save the world?"
Between emotional outbursts, He eyes the rifle longingly.
"I'm trying to perform a public service here, and you're trying to rinse me? Surely you can make an exception, for your own sake?"
 
"Hah! You doubt me?"
Lugg-Mag flexs, striking possess, then suddenly freezes.
"Wait? 150 G? For your favourite customer? Whoes trying to save the world?"
Between emotional outbursts, He eyes the rifle longingly.
"I'm trying to perform a public service here, and you're trying to rinse me? Surely you can make an exception, for your own sake?"
"Oi, I'm also trying to make a living here! Why would I just give you a reduction for free? What else could you offer me?"
 
"hmmmm...."
Lugg-Mag considers for a moment. It was a nice piece of equipment, and the secret burned in his pocket.
"Tytugg, you know I'm a professional, and telling you about my mission would be a breach of conduct... Buuuuut I trust you to keep it under your hat, yeah.
So I tell you what I'm trying to save the Edge from, and you give me that Rifle for half price?"
 
"hmmmm...."
Lugg-Mag considers for a moment. It was a nice piece of equipment, and the secret burned in his pocket.
"Tytugg, you know I'm a professional, and telling you about my mission would be a breach of conduct... Buuuuut I trust you to keep it under your hat, yeah.
So I tell you what I'm trying to save the Edge from, and you give me that Rifle for half price?"

"Half?! This story better be real juicy! You pay me a 100 gp and tell it to me, then you can have it. And when you get back, you have to take the next job, however shitty it is for the savior of the edge."
 
"Bah!" Lugg-Mag crosses his arms. "I'll pick it up another time... If we're all live long enough for next time!"
'My professional integrity is worth at least a 60gp discount' he thought to himself.
"I'll just take some arrows, and upgrade to a two handed Maul..."
 
"Bah!" Lugg-Mag crosses his arms. "I'll pick it up another time... If we're all live long enough for next time!"
'My professional integrity is worth at least a 60gp discount' he thought to himself.
"I'll just take some arrows, and upgrade to a two handed Maul..."
"Wait! Wait! You tell me, pay a 100 gp, no job required and I'll throw in those arrows for free. That's my last offer. It will be my death, but you drive a hard bargain."
 
"Done."
Lugg-Mag reaches across the table and shakes Tytuggs hand.
"Alright, get this, and you didn't hear this from me, you understand?"
Lugg-Mag takes a good look around the shop, out the door to make sure no one's looking.
Seeing no-one, Lugg-Mag went back to the counter, leaning close to the weapons dealer and whispered.
"The falling down ships isn't random, it's a pattern. Some kind of Disease spreading through the float stones, smallest to largest. The Most High Academe got a bunch of us going off into the open sky try and find a cure before the sky falls on us!"
"Wait! Wait! You tell me, pay a 100 gp, no job required and I'll throw in those arrows for free. That's my last offer. It will be my death, but you drive a hard bargain."
 
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"Done."
Lugg-Mag reaches across the table and shakes Tytuggs hand.
"Alright, get this, and you didn't hear this from me, you understand?"
Lugg-Mag takes a good look around the shop, out the door to make sure no one's looking.
Seeing no-one, Lugg-Mag went back to the counter, leaning close to the weapons dealer and whispered.
"The falling down ships isn't random, it's a pattern. Some kind of Disease spreading through the float stones, smallest to largest. The Most High Academe got a bunch of us going off into the open sky try and find a cure before the sky falls on us!"
"Interesting." He notes as he finishes the transaction. "The Most High Academe has also been giving us jobs to keep this whole stone disease under wraps, but I too have to be discrete about my jobs of course." When the transaction was done he sees you out. "I wish to say it was a pleasure doing business with you, but you are almost as greedy as those Leaguesmen. Tell me how it went when you get back."
 
"Ah, good morning Jidath, thank you for coming." He makes his way to the desk, carefully avoiding to step on anything. "Please, take a seat. I would like to know your perspective on what happened around your unfortunate circumstances, so why don't you start talking me through that?"

Jidath cranes her neck, distracted by all the scrolls, but smiles sheepishly and sits down when Cowlcape's offers her a seat. She thinks for a moment about how to spin it, if she should even try spinning it. Jidath isn't a stranger to the game. Viaduct schools don't have the same life-or-death level of political influence, but the politics arestill as dirty.

But honesty could work in this case. Yeah, she'll go with honesty, if a little softened. "Professor Ast... I mean, Arin," his title's been stripped from him, "had been collecting musical scrolls and artifacts as head of the school of musical anthropology," says Jidath. "He told me that he was storing the rarer ones in a safe place off the island, just in case. I thought something was odd about it, but I trusted him. So I helped. I didn't know he was dealing them under the table until everyone else did. And that's the gist of it." She grimaced. "I feel awful about it, and I know I was lucky to not be kicked out, but... I just really want a chance to redeem myself."
 
Sherwood Sherwood As Savanah is making her way back she notices a black hooded figure. At first it seemed random, but then she saw them again and again. You are probably being followed. What do you do?

Jidath cranes her neck, distracted by all the scrolls, but smiles sheepishly and sits down when Cowlcape's offers her a seat. She thinks for a moment about how to spin it, if she should even try spinning it. Jidath isn't a stranger to the game. Viaduct schools don't have the same life-or-death level of political influence, but the politics arestill as dirty.

But honesty could work in this case. Yeah, she'll go with honesty, if a little softened. "Professor Ast... I mean, Arin," his title's been stripped from him, "had been collecting musical scrolls and artifacts as head of the school of musical anthropology," says Jidath. "He told me that he was storing the rarer ones in a safe place off the island, just in case. I thought something was odd about it, but I trusted him. So I helped. I didn't know he was dealing them under the table until everyone else did. And that's the gist of it." She grimaced. "I feel awful about it, and I know I was lucky to not be kicked out, but... I just really want a chance to redeem myself."

"Right, Right." The professor honestly seems to believe you. "I-I think this is a great opportunity for redemption and probably even more. You have a chance to go out and meet new cultures that we have only been able to speculate about. So interesting! If I didn't have my responsibilities, I would have joined myself." His face got darker. "I fear my presence is more important than ever. I made a pact with Vox Verlix and made him the other Most High Academe. He has some great ideas, like the construction of this tower, but he does not have his scholars under control. The sky scholars in the top of this tower are getting quite fanatic. This new stone-sickness baffles us all, but their conclusions are insane. They insist a storm is needed to cure it. That's something I wanted to ask you about. I believe there might be a cure in the Deepwoods, so please document anything you see. It might help us all. I have prepared some empty diaries and scrolls, but I forgot where I put them ... Can you help me look?"

ValkyrieRose ValkyrieRose Luna took her time going back to the ship. The dockyard is a little more empty than usual, but it's not that noteworthy. You make your way to dock 8A. The ship is still floating perfectly and it does not seem like there is anyone aboard. You climb your way aboard, ready to explore, when suddenly a small hooded figure jumps down from the flight rock cage. He waves his sickle at you and is shouting something you don't really understand.
 
"I fear my presence is more important than ever. I made a pact with Vox Verlix and made him the other Most High Academe. He has some great ideas, like the construction of this tower, but he does not have his scholars under control. The sky scholars in the top of this tower are getting quite fanatic. This new stone-sickness baffles us all, but their conclusions are insane. They insist a storm is needed to cure it. That's something I wanted to ask you about. I believe there might be a cure in the Deepwoods, so please document anything you see. It might help us all. I have prepared some empty diaries and scrolls, but I forgot where I put them ... Can you help me look?"

She keeps herself from grinning widely, but lets herself give a small smile in relief. Jidath hadn't expected him to believe her. "Thank you so much. I promise I won't let you down," she says, but she sobers at his words. "That's worse than I thought. A storm?" Jidath shakes her head at the thought. Scholarly politics were something else. "Of course, I'll do my best to document as much as I can. If we can find a cure..." She doesn't elaborate what could happen if they don't.

Jidath grins at the mention of scrolls. She's been wondering if she needed to find some herself. "Sure, where should I start looking?" She stands up, ready to help.
 
Savanah will keep her eyes open and her guard up as she takes the ironwood to the armorer.
 
She keeps herself from grinning widely, but lets herself give a small smile in relief. Jidath hadn't expected him to believe her. "Thank you so much. I promise I won't let you down," she says, but she sobers at his words. "That's worse than I thought. A storm?" Jidath shakes her head at the thought. Scholarly politics were something else. "Of course, I'll do my best to document as much as I can. If we can find a cure..." She doesn't elaborate what could happen if they don't.

Jidath grins at the mention of scrolls. She's been wondering if she needed to find some herself. "Sure, where should I start looking?" She stands up, ready to help.
It takes quite some time to go through everything, but you receive 4 empty journals and the following scrolls:

An Unfinished Herbarium part II by Sporelda Duskmuffin
The Last of a Thousand Tribes by Carmigel Killigan
Howls an Skreeches from the Deepwoods by Ankh McCree
Woodtroll Etiquette by Tumtum Cleavewood

And finally Cowlcape hands you the last one The Myth of Riverrise translated from Kobold the Wise. To Jidath it seems like a book of fairy tales. "This is one of my personal favorites. I know what you are thinking, but I would never have reached Riverrise without it."
 
"This is one of my personal favorites. I know what you are thinking, but I would never have reached Riverrise without it."

"Thank you. I'll keep them all safe," she says, solemn. Jidath isn't sure how the fairy tales will help, but Cowlcape has far more experience than her. And he's trusting her with all this information. Still, it's getting late. "Is there anything you want me to know before I go to prepare?"
 
Luna looks at the random guy that had just tried to swipe at her and takes a few steps back, reaching for her focus. "I'm sorry, what? I don't quite understand you mister. I don't mean any trouble though."
 
Felix Felix
After examining the spyglass and given a reminder of who his patron really was, Pyke lowered the spyglass and nodded in approval. Worn as it was it was serviceable and the colors were to his liking to boot.

"I'll give you 70 pieces for it. What say you?"
 
"Thank you. I'll keep them all safe," she says, solemn. Jidath isn't sure how the fairy tales will help, but Cowlcape has far more experience than her. And he's trusting her with all this information. Still, it's getting late. "Is there anything you want me to know before I go to prepare?"

"Yes, you should take good care of them indeed, the Sanctaphrax libraries have lost so many already. This brings me to another point, if you stumble upon the musical scrolls that Arin stole, please try your utmost best to bring them back to me and I will reward you for your troubles. Finally, I have received word that professor Onglewhip is done with the special navigation globe, so you should go upstairs now and bring it to your captain. And with that I bid you farewell and best of luck. Come find me when you get back to Undertown."

He holds open the door for you and reveals a black-hooded person who was listening in on your conversation. He stood still as a deer in the headlights. "... oh my." Cowlcape exclaimed.

And then the figure took of, going upstairs.

Luna looks at the random guy that had just tried to swipe at her and takes a few steps back, reaching for her focus. "I'm sorry, what? I don't quite understand you mister. I don't mean any trouble though."

The creature let's out a battlecry and starts charging you, but before you can do anything, his sickle is intercepted by a glaive.

"Whoa there buddy." Marion arrived back to the ship just in time. "This is one of our new friends, Luna." The creature winds down a little, but is still grumbling. "Go on, make sure our flight rock is ready for take-off." He walks away and Marion finally turns herself to you.

"Sorry about that, I did not expect anyone to arrive this early. You just met Morty, our stone pilot. He's mute." She explained as if this justified Morty's behavior. "But now that you are here anyways.How about I give you a tour?"

Felix Felix
After examining the spyglass and given a reminder of who his patron really was, Pyke lowered the spyglass and nodded in approval. Worn as it was it was serviceable and the colors were to his liking to boot.

"I'll give you 70 pieces for it. What say you?"

"No, I really need coin to start a new business." The captain said. "These go for a 120 gold in some places. Why would I give it to you for any less?"

Sherwood Sherwood As Savanah is watching, her follower also knows he has been noticed. When he is joined by a comrade, he feels bolstered enough to attack. He takes out his blowgun and sends a dart flying you way. It hits you right in the neck and as you take it out you see it is coated in a black poison. The two of them are about 30 feet away and you know that if you drop the wood, you might reach them before they can counter, but that it is too heavy to run with it. What do you do?
 
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