Barin: The port of Samghon on the western shores of the Red Isle will shelter us.
Dugo: If this storm speeds up and follows us, we are screwed sitting out here. The cave networks on the Red Isle would provide safe haven. Let us make haste.
10th of August – Off the coast of Samghon
The familiar glow of civilization beckons the ship into the port of Samghon. Eight green eyes reluctantly scan the horizon, surveying the island ahead of them. They may be safe there, but it is not their home. Home lies behind them, still burning from the firestorm. The Red Isle is a great deal different from the Green Isle the four had lived on. In place of lush forests and rolling fields, there were only mountainous volcanoes and cracked lava plains. Only a few coastal sities held a true population. The interior of the island contained small, remote mining outposts only reachable by airship. From these mines came the only source of income for the Red Isle. Everything here ran around earth and minerals, dirt and jewels. The largest city, Samghon, lay before them, rock spires rising up behind the docks and merchant ships. Scarred and bettered, the Element finally reaches its destination.
Barin: This ship used to rank among the finest ships of all the Finny Isles. Now look at her; what a wreck.
Naleroe: Maybe we can fix it? It’s only superficial… I think. I can’t say I know all that much about boats.
Barin: Ah, don’t worry about it. We have more pressing matters. Dugo and I will go into town and try to find some lodgings. Apul? Keep an eye on the ship, and keep Nae out of trouble will ya?
Apul: I think I can handle that.
Ten minutes later…
Red Ripple Pub
Barkeep: Yo, we got some rooms. Seventy-five rupees is the going price.
Barin slides the requested jewels across the counter and receives the key in a similar manner. A cloaked woman brushes past Dugo on her way out, gazing at Barin as he orders some refreshments up to the room. A curious blade peeks out from beneath her cloak, and catches Dugo’s eye. With a vague recognition, Dugo files away the event in the files of his brain, unconsciously knowing it to be an important fact. Just then, Barin concludes his business and the pair make their way back to the docks to collect the remnants of their party.
Back out on the streets, Barin and Dugo barely make it a block before the cloaked woman reappears in front of them…
????: <presenting Dugo’s dagger> You really should be more mindful of your possessions.
Dugo: …wha?? …no one has ever been able to… pickpocket… how???
????: I’m just good at what I do. I’m just better at it than you.
Dugo: Am I supposed to know what you are talking about? Do I know you?
????: Not me particularly, but I expected you to recognize Elgofiian garb.
Dugo: Your blade seems vaguely familiar, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.
????: It should look familiar; you made it.
Barin: You want to fill me in? We’ve got people waiting on us.
Dugo: Ah, I nearly forgot! Hey, …you? Come back to our ship with us. Care to join us at the inn? What’s your name anyway?
????: That’s not important right now. I’ll come.
A new ally, or a foe in disguise?
Who is the mysterious woman, and what are her motives?
Who is Dugo? Who WAS Dugo?
Barin: You sure about this? We don’t have any idea who she is; besides, she’s looking at me funny.
Dugo: Trust me on this, friend. I think she likes you.
Barin: Alright… <smirk> you think so??
Barin: WHOA! Hold on a second. Nobody is joining anybody until we talk this out with Apul.
Dugo: I have a feeling on this…
Barin: We need to get our shit together before we go off with strange women. There will be time for that later.
This poll ends on June 7.