Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

A familiar to some, grim-faced blue-haired moon elf is seen dismounting a traveling ship onto the docks. Looking up she had tried to crack a smile, looking out to the sea wolf rolling something in her pocket before turning and heading inland more to the goblet speaking to pike to alert the captain if he sees him before she does before heading further inland. To return at a later eve when things are resettled.

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A blonde man with a no-nonsense military-type haircut and armor in similar fashion is subject of recent rumors around Roaringshore. It’s the first time he and his female companion are seen around these parts, and they appear to make no secret of it either. Asking about active crews and factions, merchants’ suppliers, and the general safety of the area, it’s obvious a particular interest brought the pair here.

The morning air was crisp, many a breath exhaled with a ghostly vapor. The first rays of Lathandar would creep over the horizon, but it'd be many hours before full sun would grace the shores of the cliffside community facing the western seas.
As one with the tides, a familiar wave soul would breach the cresting gentle surf close to shore and make her way up the sand towards the shanty fishing shack part of town. Paying no mind to the various other villagers bustling about their dawn business, she heads towards a small vacant shack, once occupied, now no longer, but still tended and respected by those around.
The wavesoul would be seen to stand before it a while, murmuring to herself, before turning around to face the shore and sit in the doorway of the abode, staring off into the sea, casually watching the locals go about their morning.

The hopefully still familer blue haired elf wanders by. As per normal for the elf her nose deep in some chart of scroll nearly walking into the larger dock workers once or twice. Pausing looking up with a shadow cast over her she slides quickly around seeing the water soul then at the shack. Quickening her pace to greet them opening her mouth to give a hearty warm welcome she lowered her hand and closed her mouth again recalling that the water soul didn't much care for pleasantries " Wouveir, there are been a few people asking around for the high captain and I haven't seen him myself in a time. Though been spending most of my free time more inland " with a mature confident then she once was.

Turning her deep gaze towards the Navigator, recognition sprouts in a minor detail, a rarely seen genuine smile, just briefly, before her face returns to its placid manner.
"Mori... you are well. Tis good." A few moments would pass, timed by the gentle sloshing of the waves meeting the shore. Her gaze focused out into the bay somewhere.
"The ... He's gone." she responds cooly. Turning her gaze to meet Mori's, "The crew has much to talk about. For now, tell anyone that asks of him or us to send their concerns in general to the ship. We'll all deal with whatever comes our way, until we figure out who's Cap'n. An' we will, yer know why?" Her gaze hardens to match her stone cold heart..."By Mother's fury, we're not done with this Coast..."

Following the gaze, a little startled by the comment that the captain had left. Not only Anglo now karn, it was expected but - not this soon " What do we do now?" asking looking back up her hand resting at her side on the tube of scrolls and maps. Listening to a little more she nodded, a sharp sudden whistle and the grey wolf wandered over to her side stoking the canines head, adding a little comfort, her gaze slides to the seawolf, her home, and her shrinking family. " I'll see that we are remembered and known we still float then" a stronger firmer tone seeps into her word more of her time matured with the crew trying not to revert to the shallow shy elf. Turning she heads back deeper inland, searching for those like of mind.

A Man Bearing the Crest a Blackrose could be seen entering the Tavern in Roaringshore. He would walk up to pike,"Where can i find Captain Karn?" He would be motioned to a table.
After a while he could be seen leaving the Tavern and headed back inland.

Rumours had it a slightly balding man in a dazzling white cloak and robe with large collar was seen mixing with the crowds of the Broken Goblet, he seemed to be asking around a bit about the ship known as the Seawolf, and perhaps if any of the current or old crew were around to be seen or perhaps talk to. He would grease palms properly and buy folk a drink or two as he continued his search, staying a while within the pirate stronghold.

Mori walking back to the goblet hearing the message passed along from the Blackrose and a Mister Kiran, whom appeared shortly after speaking with Pike. Mori has taken Kiran to the backrooms to speak with. He was directed as ordered to speak with Wouvier when she's available or Garth if he becomes available first.

Tremblant wrote: ↑Wed Jan 08, 2020 1:58 pm

Word reaches the Senior Ship Mage of the man looking for High Captain Bjarngrim. He snorted at the nickname, though nonetheless told the informant to bring "Devil" to him.

As per his request, the broad raider allowed the local informant to bring him towards the Ship Mage. Heavy strides could be heard as he arrived

Hellstorm Crew of the Seawolf, held up for the winter, would be seen enjoying many helpings of Captain Pikes swill that serves for grog at the Broken Goblet this evening.
Those overhearing their conversation would note talk of a member long lost, but returned. He'd be boisterously plying himself with drink and proudly displaying a necklace of trophy ears.
A lass would be seen to approach and mingle with the group in a raucous manner, before being escorted down stairs into the Pit. The group later returned upstairs without the new lass. She would later enter the bar again from the main door looking a little flushed.
Other talk that would be overheard by those drinking nearby would hint that the Seawolf is recruiting fresh souls to join the crew.

A cool breeze blows as the last light of day dwindles on the horizon, painting the sky a colourful hue. The bells on the Seawolf gently tap their melody, while the calls and cheers from Roaringshore carry over the water. The Captain peers over the quarterdeck watching far off sails disappear into the growing darkness. While the port may continue it's busy nature, the Seawolf was quiet as the Hellstorm crew had been preparing the ship as the ice finally started to give way for open waters...