Author Archives: Keishinrei

Armelle, a local at the Mirror Planks, wishes you to salvage cargo from a wreckage on the road.

Armelle: Might you assist me with another matter, sir? A wagon that departed from Quarrymill was overturned on the road when some large, ill-tempered forest beast chose that moment to defend its territory.
Armelle: By Nophica’s grace, the driver escaped without serious injury, but the wagon’s cargo was not so fortunate. With none willing to risk another encounter with the creature, I can only assume the goods remain strewn across the ground where the incident occurred.
Armelle: Simply follow the road here to the south and you should come across the wreckage. Salvage what cargo you can, and deliver it to Keitha at Bentbranch Meadows if you would be so kind.

Keitha: You have a delivery for me?
Keitha: Ah, this’s the shipment I was waitin’ on from Quarrymill. I heard the wagon ran afoul o’ some great monstrosity just up the path from the Mirror Planks, but I see you’ve managed to scrape together a few bits and pieces.
Keitha: Seems I can’t get through two bells these days without hearin’ some new tale o’ horrors in the Deepcroft or bandit cutthroats prowlin’ the woods hereabouts.
Keitha: Makes me wonder if me chocobos are safe at night, it does. If we’re ever in need of a ‘venturer’s skills, I hope you’ll be around to lend a hand.

Fufulupa needs you to assist his fellow Brass Blades.

Fufulupa: The Brass Blades of the Rose have need of your assistance once more, Marion!
Fufulupa: Thaumaturges from the Ossuary are presently surveying the Footfalls for ancient relics.
Fufulupa: As the area is rife with wild beasts, the Horizon garrison has been charged with their security.
Fufulupa: But Captain Baldewyn sent only a handful of Brass Blades! Despite his assurances to the contrary, such a small unit cannot possibly be sufficient to protect our patrons.
Fufulupa: I would have you offer your assistance to my comrades. Pray travel to the Footfalls and speak with Totoruna.

Totoruna: A bleedin’ ‘venturer, come to help? I ain’t heard nothin’ from Cap’n Baldewyn ’bout this. He said trusted men only…
Totoruna: Anyroad, we’ve got this under control─an’ besides, this operation ain’t got nothin’ to do with Fufulupa.
Totoruna: Boy’s got a stick up his arse the size of a sabotender. It’s no wonder the cap’n told him to stay at Horizon…

Haldbroda has a suggestion for the kind adventurer who came bearing foreman Ahtbyrm’s message.

Haldbroda: Now, the way I see it, if you have time to be standing here questioning my character, then you most certainly have the time to get that arse of yours down to the Salt Strand and help us search for survivors of the wreck.
Haldbroda: Who knows? You may just run across this Fyrilsmyd everyone seems so eager to find. Here’s to hoping the Navigator hasn’t found him first.

Fyrilsmyd: Aye, I’m Fyrilsmyd. Ye say the foreman’s wonderin’ on me whereabouts? I thought he might be. But ye must know, I cannot show me face at the Drydocks until I’ve righted the terrible wrong I caused.
Fyrilsmyd: Two nights past, I made the trip from the Drydocks to Candlekeep Quay, just as the foreman asked. The seas were right rough, and the cap’n of the cargo ship was wary of bringin’ her too close to the cliffs, so I paid a few coins to a fisher to take me out to meet her.
Fyrilsmyd: By the time we was halfway ‘twixt shore and ship, the swells had risen to nigh on ten yalms, and ’twasn’t long afore the waves had hold of us. Try as we might to steady the boat, nature’s grip was too tight, and we was flung headlong into the Lominsan galley.
Fyrilsmyd: When I awoke, both ships were gone, and the cargo I was to collect lay strewn across the Salt Strand. I’s made every effort to salvage it, but the sands are crawlin’ with Qiqirn, and I ain’t a one with a sword. And now ye see why it is I cannot return to the Drydocks…

Fyrilsmyd: That night, I was tossed into the sea like some doll of rags, and it weren’t long afore the world ’round me faded to black as I slipped deeper into the abyss. But lo, the Navigator wouldn’t see me to the gates of the seven hells, and I woke to find meself washed ashore. And here I’s been, ever since, waitin’ for a chance to salvage me master’s cargo.
Fyrilsmyd: The missin’ parts! I-I don’t know how I can repay you!
Fyrilsmyd: I’ll deliver the supplies right away…but first I must stop by the Quay so that I might pay me respects to the widow of the brave fisher who gave his life fer a handful o’ coin.
Fyrilsmyd: Could ye tell Ahtbyrm that I’ll be back at the Drydocks by nightfall? Many thanks, adventurer! I will not forget this kindness!

Ahtbyrm: I am relieved to hear that both Fyrilsmyd and the supplies are unharmed, though it was foolish for him to believe that I would blame him for that which was obviously out of his hands.
Ahtbyrm: You see, there was no storm that day, and the seas here adjacent the Drydocks were as calm as a slumbering child. This leads me to believe that the trouble the ships encountered off Candlekeep Quay was of a less natural sort─the sort which the Sahagin have been known to conjure.