Cap’n Grog-Sothoth
Scourge of the Soulless Seas
Cap’n Grog Sothoth is the accursed pirate cap’n of the Flying Tallyman. Hailing from the Soulless Seas of Ghyran, he has set his sights on the treasure of Karak Gorlm in The Glimmering Archipelago of Chamon.
Smitty Cystongue twisted and turned and cried out in his sleep. His dreams were haunted by visions of something horrible lurking at the edges of reality, clawing at his sanity. It bore likeness to his old Captain Grog, but he knew it was something new. It called itself the dread pirate Captain Grog-Sothoth. Returned from the realm of the dark gods of chaos, it called to Smitty. He awoke feverish and sweating, his boils pulsing and irritated, with one last lingering image burned into his mind.
The next night, he had the same horrible dream, that his once great Cap’n had been transformed by the chaos realm into some gnarled horror. He saw the Cap’n at the edge of his vision, twisted and scuttling. He followed the fleeting glimpses deep into the night, stumbling in bare feet.
When he awoke, he was lying in a tidepool caked in mud. He pushed himself up on his hands and knees and choked up foetid seawater. When he was finally able to take in his surroundings, he found that he was in a coastal cave filled with gnawed bones and piles of corroded coins and valuables. As he scanned the mold spattered cave walls, his eyes settled upon a miserable creature huddled into a hole in the wall.
“What have they done to ye’ Cap’n?” Smitty murmured, half to himself. It said nothing in reply, but rose squirming from its hole, tentacles outstretched. It raised a cutlass in one arm, and pistols in its other three. A tentacle squirmed from underneath the its tattered greatcoat and, while Smitty stood transfixed, pressed itself into Smitty’s forehead. Suddenly, he could feel the creature’s will. It was no horror, it was the same noble Cap’n that he knew afore; the same Ca’n Grog that he would’ve followed to the realm’s edge! Smitty’s heart swelled and his soul was lifted. He had found his Cap’n and was ready to adventure once again!
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Trade on the Green Ridge Pass
Within Northern Lustrare, it is Rumored that Clans Pestilence and Moulder work together on some plot to weaken trade along Green Ridge Pass to draw out the garrison of Taki’to. The Star Priest Xo’talac may be willing to hire mercenaries to scout the pass and bring back valuable information.
The Sign of a Crow
Within Northern Lustrare, it has been reported by both the humans of Oscoda on the Huron Creek, skinks of Xlakana and the Slyvaneth of Arbor Vale that those who have gone out to collect berries and other food along Huron Creek and The Great Green Swamp sometimes do not come back. Wild animals were to blame at first, but no bodies have been found, only drag marks. Skaven are thought to be the cause after further investigation, but Skaven have never been known to make it this far into the valley. The Sign of a Crow has been found at least one site of a possible struggle, though strange claw marks have also been found.
The Lost Chambers of the Sun
Within Northern Lustrare, there is a legend of there being lost chambers under the lone obelisk in the northern part of the Desert of the Sun. It is said these chambers hold immense wealth, lost scrolls from the age of myth, lost plaques from a time before time, one legend even says there is a powerful weapon of old gods locked away…. legends are mostly made up, right?