Navale, a humble coastal town built around the fishing docks that founded its settlement. Here the loose confederation that is Allansia’s army, holds a small barracks to the south of town. Lead by the stern Captain Belvadin, a dwarf veteran, whom has seen many a skirmish in his distinguished career and now has been selected to train and lead the new-founded militia for the town.
Although a relatively peaceful town, Navale has recently been suffering disturbances along the dockyards. Reports from patrols speak in hushed tones over shadows leaping from the hulls of incoming merchant vessels coming from the east. Several patrols have disappeared in the night, only to be found the next day murdered. With the new found militia having limited numbers to call upon, word has been sent to Toragard for reinforcements in the matter lest the situation worsens…
The road was long but uneventful. Within a few days they had reaqched Navale, by which time it was approaching early evening. They headed for the barracks located to the south in order to see Captain Belvadin. The captain greeted them warmly and ushered them to be seated upon reaching his office.
"Thank you for coming so quickly, we are very much in need of your assistance." began Belvadin.
"What seems to be the trouble captain?" enquired Alexis.
Belvadin rose from his chair and walked solemnly to a nearby window.
"Recently we have been losing several of our patrols at the docks, only to find them dead in cruel displays the following morning." he answered.
"Are they trying to send a message?" she asked, "Or just stir fear?"
Belvadin gritted his teeth in frustration.
"Either way its working" he replied bitterly, "because if this isn't brought to an end, then we wont have any patrols left and Navale descend into fear and chaos."
"How were the patrolmen found captain?" enquired Essella.
"They were pinned against the walls of the dockyard warehouses. Their faces slashed and their uniforms in tatters." he replied mournfully.
"Worry not captain!" Alexis proclaimed and she jumped from he chair, "We'll sort this mess out."
"I'll send a patrol with you" he answered.
"I think we'll be better off without captain" she replied, "you've lost enough men, and we don't want to risk any more. Besides, we've faced worse situations" she smirked.
"As you wish then," Belvadin conceded "may fortune be with you".
With that the party settled to dinner at the mess hall.
"What's for dinner?" asked Alexis inquisitively.
"Fish stew ma'am" answered the chef solemnly.
"To the Pit with that" snorted Navek, "I'm going to tavern for some REAL food. Eat from land but never the sea I always say."
"Same here" grunted Durr'Graz. And with that they strode off down the cobbled street to the nearest tavern.
"Meh, no pleasing some people" shrugged Alexis.
5.6 was in the cart at the stable muttering to himself.
"Mustn't eat the horsys cos 'lexis said no" After a few select rodents, he wrapped over himself some tarpaulin and gently dozed.
The mess hall was as quiet as a graveyard. Not for a lack of people, but the mood was none-the-less solemn and grim. Alexis tried her best to liven them up with tales of the party's eploits. Some gathered, but most drifted slowly to the dormitories as night fell.