And now ... Krashin

[Pseudonym]

*The sailor leans into the bar, his voice carries over the din of the crowded inn for any that choose to pay attention.*

"Well, I reckon I be nervous as a long tail cat in a room full o' rockin' chairs. If it ain't Leringard .. then it's Mariners .. if it ain't Mariners then it be somethin' over in the pit-spawn playgroun' ... if it ain't there it be ships attackin' Trelan-ey-a ... I 'ad a thought meself 'bout gettin' out to Krashin."

*listens*

"Sure it's colder than me mother-in-law's kiss and the women be so ugly they run a dawg off a meat wagon but it a long way from dragons and pirates ah figure.

So, I get meself a crew together of like minded fellas .. busier than a blind man in the Temple o' Xeen I was .. all ready to set sail and then this!"

*listens*

"Yeah, well I be tryin' to tell ya if ya stop askin' me so many questions. Somethin' ..." *pauses* "... somethin' bad be gettin' inta those folks up there too. Somethin' be takin' out a whole village o' those folks .. and lemme tell ya .. they ain't no pansies, them boys be tougher than a one-eared alley cat."

*listens*

"I dunno but it killed a bunch o' dem boys slicker than deer guts on a skinnin' knife. I dunno where I be headin' I tells you friend. No place safe anymore I reckon'."

*sighs*

[Pseudonym]

*Reports drift in to recovering city of Leringard of a deserted longship of a style typical to the sea-faring folk of Krashin. The vessel, though still seaworthy, bore scorched and rent timbers and was found washed up on the shore a day's sailing east of the city last week. Of the ship's crew there was no sign. If no claims of rightful ownership are received within a reasonable timeframe, the kingdom of Trelania will take possession of the vessel to, at least in part, replace it's own recent maritime losses.*

[Script Wrecked]

*Tales originate from the tavern in Ravens Watch of a ragtag group lead by the fearless and somewhat gigantic local champion Momo to the western islands off of Krashin, of fell creatures from the Pits stalking the snow swept isles, and of a fiery daemon that barely elluded the group's righteous fury by stealing away on a variously and sometimes contradictory described sea vessel.*

[Black Cat]

*these same tales tells of a rather furious dwarf, asking relentlessly about said ship around in the dock. Before he's seen boarding one of the regular liners to Leringard*