Nomawyn rose effortlessly from the white caps. Faint bluish strands of divine grace were draped around her like wings that framed her serene expression. Her eyes shone bright like natural pearls, her blue hair flowed above her shoulders like seaweed dancing in the high tide, and her body surged with a foretold purpose. She slowly descended from the heavens until the tips of her toes graced the shipdeck. Once her gaze locked on to us, her eyes intensified ten fold like a million lit fireflies. A divine presence filled the air swallowing our attention.
“Time is never wrong. The lost crew has been born”, she delivered in a hauntingly beautiful voice that was almost musical. With her last prophecy given the spirit let her go and she fell onto the deck in an ordinary clump. The golden fire that burned in my dragon heart became a roaring furnace upon hearing her words. Would this become true? Would a lost hero join us in the struggle against the Grays? Was fate keeping an ace in the hole in case of an emergency? I think the present time qualified. With Aven gone the sail would be tougher than ever and each new foe would be stronger than the last. The Grays will not let us muck up their plans forever. Eventually they will come for us. Now was not the time for Apsu or us to hold anything back. Let the pendulum of fate swing in our direction for a change. I’ll gladly accept help with open arms if this prophecy comes true! Perhaps this was Aven’s last gift to us, to herald in a new age of prophecy.
We sailed back to Quantium soon after to pick up the rest of the crew and gather a bit more information. Captain Khair was brimming with all sorts of useful intel and hearsay. He told us the Sunken Galleys sail the Infernal line from Katapesh to Absalom to the Inner sea. He heard a rumor that the Nightstalls were preparing to auction off a super rare flower that grants renewed youth. Khair didn’t believe the rumor himself but once he got talking he couldn’t help himself. He got into the tighfisted Pactmasters, the sleeziest brothels, the most notorious guilds, and the upcoming Gaol Festival. Lastly, he stressed cash is king in Katapesh so bring loads of it. And with that we sailed off to Katapesh City.
It all made a kind of mad sense. The Sunken Galleys were liquidating sleeping dragon hoards in order to buy a mythical flower that renews youth. Maybe a really old gray dragon wants to be young again? Who knows? It was the best theory we had so we decided to operate like it was truth. Our pooled resources were lacking if we intended to bid on that damn flower, especially if Ezgar had access to numerous dragon hoards. We needed more money fast if we wanted to make a play. I wondered what we could plunder to increase our booty. Maybe rob a Pactmaster or two? Maybe confiscate Ezgar’s wealth after we cut him down like the dog he is? We were busy contemplating ledgers and abacuses when Kaledith approached with serious eyes.
“If money is the only obstacle remaining to put an end to this madness. There is something I can do. By birthright, I’m entitled to a percentage of my families’ considerable fortune in the event that I marr..”, Kaledith explained in a down to business tone.
I cut her off as a feeling of cunning swelled out my gut, “I accept your proposal! But this is highly unorthodox. In a proper Kobold marriage proposal you should’ve made two wreaths of dried mealworms and wet stink root. Then covered yourself in sacred itch mud. Then placed a…”.
“What?! Not you! I’d rather die penniless. I want Lorenz!”, cried Kaledith. She turned beat red and covered her mouth with both hands when she realized what she said so boldly. Lorenz came to attention like someone kicked him in the ass. I marveled at his confusion. He uttered all sorts of idiosyncratic economic gibberish out of his lips while she repeatedly apologized. I fell to the deck, laughing my tail off! Goethe and Myrrh were also in stitches. After a while, Kaledith awkwardly gave Lorenz until nightfall to decide. Munthrek love is so childish!
I ordered Lorenz to marry her! We’ll soon see if he followed my order.
We entered Katapesh City’s harbor before lunchtime. Even I could tell that Katapesh City or the Golden City as some call it, was truly a Sin City. More like a Sin Metropolis because it was such a gigantic sprawling monster of a city. Katapesh had it all, whether you’re seeking virtue or vice it was all available in a heartbeat for the the right price. The city teemed with endless bazaars, exotic shops, black markets, and blacker markets. Lorenz called it capitalism at its finest. Everything had a price and everything was for sale.
After disembarking at the docks we went our separate ways for the afternoon. Lorenz had an appointment at the Immaculate Repository, Goethe went for a walk with his sister, Myrrh vanished to parts unknown, Kaledith and Tebrilith went wedding planning, and I went looking for Sunken Galleys. Splitting up seemed like the fastest way to look for Ezgar and find the Nightstalls. We decided on a pincer attack. Lorenz would gain entry to the Nightstalls as a buyer and someone else like Myrrh would gain access as a seller. We just so happened to have two incredible hard to find Aboleth Veiled Masters on soulstone ice to sell. We could use the gold from the sale to bid on the damn miracle flower. If we bought it, we could put the gray dragons’ balls in a vise grip, and maybe accomplish something.
I found the Old Dragon Bones docked in the hot midday sun for all to see. It was no longer overburdened and looked vacant. I didn’t want to chance an encounter with Ezgar so I moved along after a spell. I tried to talk to an Okeno Pirate Lord but was rebuffed by a mangy sea dog. There ain’t no justice! If I was on the sea I would’ve put holes in his fucking kneecaps. Luckily Lorenz and Myrrh had much better connections.
“I found Ezgar”, slyly stated Myrrh.
“Great! Let’s invite him to the wedding and put his severed head on the cake”, I snarked.