The ship of the survivors made its way into the bay toward the town of Monteci.  As they approached, individual piers could be seen jutting out along the shoreline.  A man, dressed in studded leather with a stout club hanging from his belt, beckoned the approaching boat toward a pier near the area where several permanent stalls could be seen built around an open area.  On the other side of this space, inland, could be seen what appeared to be an inn with a painted sign showing an orange tabby cat with its head wholly inside a blue pot with custard dripping from the overturned pot.

Telemachus nodded his head towards Koga and Angus who had gotten quiet but looked like he had the same thing written on his face.  They had decided to leave and go back to their lives it seemed.  He raised his hand to signal to the dockmaster that he saw his guide in, "Take the chest down below, we can dole out coin shortly, and when you're done help me get Ananke in to port."



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ooc: 22:22, Today: Telemachus rolled 7 using 1d20.  Guiding the Ananke in to port.

Dak shipped his oar at Telemachus' command and admired how well they came in to dock.  He'd been afraid their inexperience would sink the boat outright as they rammed the pier.  The young bald man knew how to handle a ship.

Grabbing a rope, Dak secured the ship to the pier and looked to the harbormaster for further announcement.

Storm does his part to help row the boat and when the boat docks, he immediately stands up and assist his peers in securing the boat to shore. Stepping out of the boat, he gives thanks for their survival and looks around at the beautiful scene in the Barbour. He wonders if there is a smithy somewhere nearby to equip his party.

Inhaling the fresh sea air, he exclaims," good to be on solid ground again."

whispering  to his companions, he offers to head to shore to buy some purchases. He will ask for company and take the enchanted mace along.
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"I'll come with. As I mentioned, I'd like to have the armor modified to fit me best."

Odelia grabs the full set to carry with her, and some coin to pay for the modifications.

OOC: I'm not quite sure how many adils would cost such a job, so for the sake of saving time Odelia grabs a bit more than what she think may cost
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Being one of the professional sailors on board the little ship, Wick found himself pretty busy.  He was glad when they got for enough from the island for things to settle down.  Not that he worried about it himself, but some of the others might not be used to rough seas and he didn't want to get thrown up on.  Still, there was a big difference being free on a ship and on deck then being chained down in the hold.

It went against his grain to let others handle the coinage instead of him taking charge himself, but he kept that thought to himself.

He seconds the idea of not leaving the ship unguarded.  His mouth started watering from the moment he saw the tavern.  It's been a powerful long time since the last time he'd had a good meal and a tankard of ale to wash it down with.

Telemachus saw Wick and knew the look and gave him a knowing nod, "Go below and take your share or part of it, feed your body and soul.  I've got Panatix, Koga and Angus staying with me on the ship so you, Dak, Odelia and Storm can go ashore.  We'll deal with the Harbormaster."

Of course, for all of the survivors, it had been a considerable time since they had had anything of significant substance to eat, but between Wick and Telemachus' experiences with larger craft and Koga and Dak's experience with fishing boats, the rest were able to follow along and get docked without crashing into the pier.  In fact, they even managed to come in as though they had far more experience than they did in truth--perhaps a bit of beginner's luck.

"Welcome to Monteci," said the man who had waved them in to the pier as the first few came down from the ship.  "Bit early for the fair, that's not till the first.  Want to get some rooms before they're all gone?"

He stood ready, looking to Telemachus, who seemed to exude the authority that he expected for someone who would sign for the boat.

"I'll pick up some new fishing gear while I'm out," Dak announced, taking advantage of his reprieve from first watch.  He descended into the hold to count out 100 asil and check on Klei.  Maybe he'd be able to borrow or rent a wheelbarrow to cart the old man somewhere safe.

First, however, he was hoping the harbormaster would move on before carrying the unconscious man up to the dock.

"I know we're early but I'm wanting to do a once over on the Ananke for seaworthiness before I put out again and figured if it takes too long there is no harm in being here for the fair.  Do you have any good suggestions for lodging and how well stocked is the market before the fair?" replied Telemachus and he did want some more time to look her over and make sure that they could sail from island to island.  Some of the distances were longer than a full day's sailing and this boat was normally used for things no longer than that...and he wanted to see if he could ensure that she could eek out more time at sea.

Storm takes 600 Asils from the hold and asks for directions to the smithy.

Sitting on the deck aft, Panatix was digging in his satchel for his spell book when he hears about the fair coming up and turns toward the harbormaster.

Standing up in order to be noticed, "Excuse me, good sir. How many days until the fair begins?"

Below Decks

When Dak went to check on Klei and retrieve some coin, he noticed that Klei's breathing changed a little at his approach, although the old man's eyes remained closed, and he was still bound.

Koga, meanwhile, was below decks carefully studying the items to try to determine the value of the goods.

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Above Decks

"Well, it's only the twenty-sixth," replied the harbormaster to Panatix's question, looking a little surprised.

"You must have had some rough journeys," he commented to Telemachus.

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Blacksmith's Shop

The sound of the blacksmith at work helped draw Odelia and Storm to the smithy.

From the look of things as they approached, he seemed to be busy making a number of nails.

"Hullo," he said, "What can I be doing for you this fine day?"

Storm looks around the smithy and is awed by the quantity of arms and armour. Having little time spent studying armour while he was with his parents, he hoped that the smithy has some good quality items.

"Hello good sir, may I ask if you have a set of plate mail that fits me and a shield?"Storm asks.

"The Goddess saw fit to spare us all, Klei," Dak said, thinking the old man might finally be awake, but feigning sleep.

"The island is no more.  The Sea King and his family are at peace.  Let you be so as well."

When Storm is finished, Odelia chimes in, showing the smithy her set of scale mail. "I was looking to refit this set. Would you be willing to do the job?"

With a nod of his head, Panatix replies, "Thank you, good Sir."

When the harbormaster turns back to Telemachus, Panatix locates a little shade from the mast of the little ship and sits down cross-legged to study his spellbook. It's the first free, peaceful moment he's had since finding the book and he begins by going through it cover to cover to look at each of his spells more in-depth. After a few minutes he begins to study one of the spells more closely.

Blacksmith's Shop

The blacksmith stopped his work on the nails that he had been working on.  He looked back and forth between the two visitors to the shop, a little puzzled by Storm's request by the expression on his face.

He took the scale mail from Odelia and said, "This is very fine work.  Let me get my mother to get some measurements, and I'll be better able to tell you what I can do."

He opened a door and an older woman, perhaps in her sixties, came out.

"The lady here needs some adjustments to the armor," he said.  "Ma, if you'd get her measurements so I know what alterations are needed?"

The older woman then beckoned for Odelia to step into the back room of the shop with her.

"I don't have any call for plate mail," he said to Storm.  "I can make you some chain mail, or with a little more time, I could make you some scale mail like the lady's."

Below Decks
Klei's eyes fluttered and then opened to gaze at Dak with a great deal of anger.  Being still bound and gagged, there was little more that Klei could do in response.  Then he closed his eyes again, as if he were willing Dak to go away.

"Maybe with some coin, that church would be able to care for him," suggested Koga.  "He's gone mad, I think."

Docks
As Panatix settled in to study his book, the harbormaster urged Telemachus to join him in a small building.

A book was sitting on the desk, and the harbormaster wanted Telemachus to log the ship's name, captain's name, how long they intended to stay.

"Can you make plate?"'Storm asks, unsure what the man meant by no call to make platemail. Here fees the heaviest possible armour to wear. He will also ask the man what is the best armour he has.

Telemachus had taken a small handful of asil in case there were any fees associated with docking there either long or short term.  When he reached the small building and nodded to he questions, ”Telemachus is my name and I’m the Ananke’s Captain.  You saw the look on the crew when they realized the fair was just ahead,” he half smiled at the thought himself as he logged the entry, ”so we’ll likely be at port at least till the Faire.  That will give me more than enough time to see if we need any repairs below, do some maintenance and if anything needs being done that can be here wonderful.  Otherwise we’ll have to head to Shipton if it’s something serious.  Hugging the coast shouldn’t be trouble if we need to.”

Looking up to the harbormaster he asked, ”The Church here...do they have any laypeople or priests that are good tending to men that have had their minds troubled or broken?”

Odelia agrees, somewhat reluctantly, and follows the old woman to whoever she takes her for the measuring.

"If it were not meant to be, we would have died when the island sank," Dak said to Klei as an apology he knew would fall on deaf ears.  He sighed and tuned to the elf.

"I'll let you know what I find in the village," he said with a deliberate nod in the bound man's direction.

Dak strapped on the sword and matching dagger before trying to figure out how to carry 100 coins without a bag.  He ended up using his cloak as a makeshift sack.

Kitted out as best he could, he made for village and asked the nearest passerby where the market or cobbler might be.

Angus took the 750 asil that Panatix had counted out, and added that to the make-shift pouch he had made for himself on the doomed island.  Storing this away with the book that he had gained, he shouldered the bag, and staff in hand, debarked from the boat and set out for the town of Shipton.

Dockside

After leaving the Ananke, Dak could see to the right that there was a shop, just where the road started to turn, which bore the sign of a shoe, sitting on a diagonal with the toe up, crossed by a hammer.

As he approached the cobbler's shop, he saw the place next door bore a sign which was of two needles in the form of an “X” above a spindle of thread.

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The harbormaster considered what Telemachus said, and replied, “It'll be an asil a day, unless you want to just make it a week, and that'd be five asil.”

“Brother Niall of St Magnus up the road,” and here he broadly gestured the direction, “might be able to help with that.  He's certainly able to work wonders.”

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Blacksmith's Shop

The older woman had taken the scale armor into the next room, and before doing more, she set it on a dummy.

“My son, Iomann, will be able to work on this for you,” she said.  “I am Brigid, my lady, and Iomann learned his trade well from my husband.”  She began speaking briskly, “He passed three winters ago, and now it's Iomann's shop.”  She got out a tape and began writing some notations.  “But he still lets me feel useful some times.”

With that, she began giving Odelia instructions on how to hold herself while Brigid began the measuring and making more notations, and then measuring on the armor itself and making additional notations.  “It's very nice armor,” she added as she worked.  “Very skilled work.  Iomann should be able to get this re-sized for you by the time the fair starts.”

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With some patience, the blacksmith, Iomann, replied, “I don't make plate. I can get some chain mail to fit you, that shouldn't be a problem.  That would be one hundred fifty asil for the chain mail.”

Storm
Thanks the person and asks if he has banded mail. If not he will buy the chain and shield