Yes Saltmarsh Loves Me

  So.... We found Maura.  She is alive.  She is not herself.   How could I not know....

  My music she grows more potent.  Each string on this new guitar pulses into the arcane ether.  The vibrations they sing in my soul.  And, if the legends of the muse Etefan are true, the rhythm is going to get you. Our return to Saltmarsh brought forth many gifts.  The town gave us use of the ship, we we have called the Kraken Chaser.  The townsfolk, in whispers or proclamations, call us the “Wizlards of the Coast”.  Maybe it’s the fact that we paraded lizardfolk through the town square just a day or so after almost blowing it up.   Adamas has taken it on himself to recruit all of the pretty women of the town to crew the Chaser.  Cannot say if the parrot is huring or helping him here.  On that note, Tylsaria is confused by my advances so perhaps a parrot is what I need. We need to crew with six officers and 20 crew.  Since we don’t know who to trust in the town, it’s a risky undertaking.  Fearing for her safety, Lleyash c...

  From Trollback past Daggerfall through Waterdeep they came The bard late in his years still chasing his fame Sunset’s shadow once-bright elf the dark did claim In Saltmarsh came one, came all, came all In Saltmarsh the storm did fall   Of east winds ‘cross High Road through the thick fens came boldly A sea elf through Phandelin with magics untold   He from the heavens a bright shield and moustache of gold In Saltmarsh came one, came all, came all In Saltmarsh the storm did fall   In the Year of Three Ships Sailing Wizlards themselves did take to sea Always Striving Never Failing Waves on the shores of history   Will Torm nod, Mystra smile should they answer the call Village streets full of shadow, village maidens in thrall Will you take up their banner should Marius fall In Saltmarsh came one, came all, came all In Saltmarsh the storm did fall…. The haunting they ended tho villians they fled  To damp swamp and hid...

  The Other End of the Telescope I can see las oejas al lobo.  A certain, for the wolf is looking at me. Two days ago I was cut down from Ned short sword at the Whitecrag camp.  My new friends left me dead a while to think about it, and I'm certain I don't like it. Today I died twice more, as a fireball did not respect my hiding place and when I so bravely rushed out to raise the fallen Lleyash from the ground. The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.  Andando con pies de plomo.  For all my swagger, I am failing.  We are foundering and sinking and unlike the others I am over my head.  Not waving but drowning. Frightening, no? But I am a shantyman.  Still, I am of service.  This crew I was certain would fray and fail is now rallying around Lleyash in his best attempts with Hannah.  melón.  His best line tonight after an attack at the door?  " Does the danger excite you ?" Adamas did his best to help with a wet kitten....

So very happy that we only have one moody one.  This young one is the turkey's age, as we say back in and I was so certain he'd be another brooding thundercloud.  He fails miserably at a moustache, but has a lovely cape.  The latter is always enough in my book.  He has cats eyes, which reminds me to collect gambling debts from the Empty Nest later. Ellie continues to keep to herself, with weak admonitions from whatever dying embers of her faith remain.  You can tell her heart isn't in it, but neither is she eager to jump in to danger.  We're tracking into a forest and she's fitful. The golden lion pretends his moustache is more important than mine.  Stiff as a board now and on his way back to Torm or whoever he said he served.  I could have told him a thing or two about being a "moderately successful mercenary" but never got to ask him about whatever trouble they found in Phandelin. For myself, I try not to show my age.  I keep to the flouris...

  New Work She was working as a waitress in this cocktail bar.  When I met her. Perhaps this is another song, no? Hanna Rist recognizes talent when she sees it.  Or perhaps clean clothes.   Jom takes up on a stool by the door.  He is a smarter and bigger than I am but I pretend I don't know this.  I teach him the little magic I have.  He is trying to teach a pale elf cleric how to not get caught sneaking.  I can teach her to pick locks.  In return,  she is trying to teach him how to make friends.  They are both very bad at this. My fame in this town has grown somewhat.  I penned a drinking song for the thugs at the Empty Nest that has made its way around the coast, and now Gellen wants me at a party tomorrow. Who knew Waterdeep gossip could be such a boon?