(G402 11/01/2020 via Roll20 - AP(GM), JF) LR11

(G402 11/01/2020 via Roll20 - AP(GM), JF) LR11

[Sorry for all the jumping about, dear reader, but here are some more journal entries from my  adventures concerning Mid Point island]

DAY 461 (7th Kythorn)(June)

I'd been thinking about it for some days, but today I decided to go see if my eldest brother, Nissa was out in the Waterdavian fleet somewhere. He was a captain in the navy and his ship was called 'The Shaggy Beast'.

I flew out over the ships and saw the vessel in question. I landed and greeted my brother once I had turned back into a man. He has lost a leg! In some sea battle or other. Hopefully he will be able to get some magical help to grow it back some time soon.

Oh, I should mention, some idiot in the crew shot me with a crossbow in the wing as I came down. It went  into my feathers and caused me a minor injury. When I changed back I handed the bolt back to him with a look and said, 'I believe this is yours.' He had the decency to be shame-faced. It just goes to show, and I've often said this to people, always be kind to animals - you never know when one of them might be a druid!

I was very good to see my biggest brother after not seeing him -- for what? Over a year certainly.
He is a big fellow and of a rough complexion after many years at sea. He teased me that I needed a 'proper job', something that would 'toughen me' up.
'You have the hands of a lady!' he declared with a laugh. 'You have a woman's hand, milord! I'll wager these dainty pinkies never weighed anchor in a storm.'
I suspect he was quoting some nautical banter at that point, but even so, as we ate lunch together in his cabin and I told him of my adventures in the Plane of Shadows et al, he admitted that I was  probably tough enough these days.

We talked of our family for a while, then when decency dictated I got onto the matter in hand and told him of the Xebec know as 'Anubis', Molly, the island and all my problems.

He revealed to me that the Waterdeep Navy had means by which they could detect invisible ships. (He talked at length about everburning lanterns, lenses, beams of light and things. I don't think any of it was true, some sort of Naval deception perhaps? To keep the secret of what they were actually doing, perhaps.)

Well anyway, he assured me that he would be able to let me know right away when that accursed vessel showed up and after I'd given my thanks and drank a glass or two of rum with him I flew back to Waterdeep.

It was evening when I landed. As I'd been flying, and thinking as I flew, I decided one more thing I could do was perhaps make contact with Mystra again, as I had been learning they had ways of holding the blue stuff at bay for a while.

Rather than going to one of the irritating fools I had already met I asked about a bit for the name of someone who was a bit more sensible and approachable.
I was given the name of a Cleric of Mystra known as 'Reasonable' Bob and I found him having supper by himself in tavern close to the temple.

He was indeed a 'reasonable' fellow and offered to help me if I was to perform for him a certain task...
'Do tell,' I enquired, leaning forward. I scented adventure!