After finishing up business in Tooj-Reh, which included Kruppe setting off a firework in Siroo’s tent, causing it to fly into the air and burst into flames, the party headed back to Odaan to have Nesk look at the strange candle they found in the ziggurat. Unfortunately, they discovered Nesk’s house had recently been torched to the ground, and he was nowhere in sight, apparently the victim of a kidnapping. Arcurian’s insistence on casting Detect Magic finally, and singularly, paid off. They discovered Nesk’s cigar box of King Dragons was left with an Arcane Mark spell, apparently a last ditch effort to make contact. The mark said, “Hidden Compartment,” revealing the cigar box was not all that it seemed.
Inside, the box held a tattered page with a rudimentary map. It showed a nearby village called Kjeldon sitting on the edge of a cliff, and an island in the middle of a rough sea. The island was called Halimar Depths, and Nesk’s notes above it talked about rumors of a candle once being housed in the caves, where it apparently would not run down the candle, and of a great fish, Jasconius, that may be the protector of the candle hidden within. But Halimar Depths could only be reached by riding a great eagle from Kjeldon, so the party had their new destination.
At Kjeldon, they found themselves fresh in the town’s shocking scandal of the century. Belyor, the Kjeldon skycaptain in charge of flying the great eagle, had just killed his wife the night before, and was locked away in prison. O! if only the party had arrived a day sooner, eh? Belyor swore his innocence, and since they party needed his services, they agreed to look into the matter. Turns out, it wasn’t the butler.
Begin girly-gossip mode: Turns out, Belyor’s wife, Earnesta, was having an affair and Belyor just found out. They had an argument, he left and went to stay at the Dying Naga tavern, and in the morning was arrested for apparently stabbing his wife to death. Now, I heard from Mary Sue who heard from Patty who heard it from Ol’ Granny Applebottom that Earnesta was having the affair with Walos, the cleric of Cayden Cailean. Turns out this whole time that Belyor was two-timin’ his wife with that elvish tart, Darana the seamstress. Well, with some fancy detective work and interrogation, the party found out that Darana was cleaning her clothes this morning in a bucket of water that was blood-red. So they started questionin’ her and brother she started to sing like a canary. They brought her in to the jail, locked her up, searched her house and found a clean pair of shears hidden underneath some loose floorboards at her workshop. Can you believe that? She cleaned them shears but hid them anyway.
Next thing you know, they go-a callin’ Walos and ask him to cast this spell, Blood Biography, and that spell takes a drop of blood and tells you all kinds of things like who it belonged to, how it got there, who did it, all that kinda stuff. So these here five strangers come-a waltzin’ into our town and save an innocent man’s life. Now ain’t that somethin’?
End gossip mode. Thanks to our heroes, this skycaptain has a world of tomorrow.