Tuesday, December 22
Crisis in Freeport: Part 10 – Going to the Island
Stretching out about a hundred feet into the water was a sturdy wooden pier. A few smaller ships were stilled tied off and rocked in the turbulent waters. On the shore were beached rowboats, lipped over so their hulls were face up. A stone path led from the pier up to Felix’s, an upscale resort that offered comfort, quality, and a place away from the hustle and bustle of Freeport.
Scattered all over the beach were about a dozen corpses. Strange, serpent-like silhouettes ducked their heads in and out of the corpses, feasting on the dead.
One man was propped up, hair concealing his features, his body tied to an “X” on the beach.
Sebastian unleashed a blast of eldritch energy from his fingertips, scorching one of the serpents. It hissed, and the other four reared their heads. It was clear they were degenerate specimens of ssanu, if such a thing were possible.
“What did you do that for?” shouted Beldin.
“That man,” said Sebastian, beginning an incantation, “might be able to tell us where Emric is.” more
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