The Night of the Ball
...I am begining to think they are setting me up...
Rois Vindmel was nothing if not an idiot. You can only assume his was the body you found floating in the captain's cabin. The damned fool not only let them destroy him. He let 'them' destroy an u told number of the city's populace as well.
But perhaps it would be best to start at the beginning.
Vencarlo helped haul you all back into the boat, as well as the locker you had found. Evening was approaching, and all you could think about was your wounds and dry clothing. Vencarlo was prepared. As soon as you reached shore, he provided you all clean if cheap robes and some healing salves. Selvin has a bandage wrapped around his midsection and Vaddis has a few lengths of cotton gauze encircling his leg. But that is mostly to keep the wounds clean. The magic and a night before the fire are working wonders on healing you all up. You should soon be as good as new.
Once back at the inn, you had attacked the locker. It was easy enough to get into once steel was brought into the equation. Inside you found various papers, the ship's log, and one of those accursed coffers. You turned to the paper first, leaving aside the coffer for review later.
The papers told a story. A story of a foolish man. Rois Vindmel was listed as the nominal captain of the Direption. Though from his entries you get a sense that Vindmel couldn't have captained his way out of a pillow case. The ship was deeded to 'R Davaulus' from a group only known as 'B7'. None of you have a clue who B7 is. But Davaulus..well. The head of the Queen's physicians is Rogero Davulus. You saw him in the Palace courtyard just the other day. It could be coincidence but not likely.
Vindmel sailed the Direption, who's cargo was ambiguously labeled as samples, from the north to Korvosa. Worse, Vindmel does little to hide the fact that he was a member of the Cult of Urgathoa in the log. Reading between the lines, it sounds like the whole crew was. Followers of the Queen of Illness. A ship full of 'samples'. And now this plague. It doesn't take much to follow the lines.
Vindmel seemed to have had no knowledge of the contents of the hold. He was simply following the orders of someone named Andisain. The last entry made must have been written just as the Direption began to move into the harbor just outside the city. Vindmel found himself alone on the ship. All his crew had disappeared, abandoning him to take the last of the voyage on his own. Thoug the logs don't detail what occured next, you can work it out. Vindmel must have aimed the ship towards the shore, hoping to flee before the city guard began to fire on the ship. He must not have been succesful. The hag must have boarded the ship as it was sinking and locked these documents into the water-tight locker until she could peruse them later at her leisure.
You all fall asleep that night, well aware that beyond the inn's walls, hundreds if not thousands of people are sickening and dying from Blood Veil. As you awake the next morning, you can hear the death carts rattling through the streets outside. A glance out the window shows the carts are filled to the top with bodies. Vindmel was at least succesful in his mission, whether he meant to be or not.
The innkeeper is absent as you come downstairs. His daughter is running the front room by herself. She looks tired. "My parents are just resting," she mutters to any questions. They must be sick as well. She sets a note down with the bread and ham. It is addressed to Tarrov. A reminder he is to entertain tonight at the Corawyn mansion.
I'l let you ask any questions, etc before we move on
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