Day 1: The Better Crow Inn, Crowville
Having been travelling alone for some time now, I found myself in the small port of Crowville, in a local tavern. While certainly not the best kept tavern I've ever come across, the townsfolk and barkeep seem pleasant enough. It seems I was not the only adventurer to see The Better Crow as a place of refuge from the wilds, as it was here that I happened upon my companions. Eldor is an elven paladin, travelling with a personal mission to rid the world of wickedness. Miglond is human, a barbarian type, on the road in search of adventure. Finally, Fenris, another elf, is a rogue, in search of his fortune. Unfortunately for Fenris and Eldor, the barkeep mentioned that people may not be the friendliest to elvenkind. Being a half elf myself, I hope that I am accepted.
While getting to know these fellow adventurers, we happened to notice a 'Missing' poster on the tavern wall. Upon closer inspection it transpires that the missing person sounds rather important - a Lord Dumont. Intrigued, we enquired about this man, and were told by the barkeep - oh, what was his name? - that Lord Dumont is the owner of the Isle of Dumont, a short boat journey away from the mainland. Word is that he went missing en route to Crowville (he had business here allegedly), and some believe he never even left the Isle.
As the evening wore on, the tavern becoming quieter, myself and the other travellers had become a little more acquainted. It was then, however, that the atmosphere was blackened by the arrival of two drunkards, accompanied by such a pungent sea smell I can assume they were local fishermen. The few that were left in the tavern quickly scurried off, and even the barkeep moved away into a backroom. Anyway, racial slurs were shouted at Eldor and Fenris, enraging the latter particularly, I believe. Rather quickly things escalated, Fenris was shoved by one of the men, which did absolutely nothing to cool his temper. He drew sword, as did Eldor, and Miglond, though not involved, got up to defend his new found friends. Not wanting to engage myself in an altercation, I took the opportunity to improvise a ballad of the ensuing fight. It seemed to have inspired the others, as they fought fiercely. Ultimately, one of the drunkards ended up near cloven in half thanks to Miglond, and the other was stabbed by Eldor. Unfortunately, this latter action coincided with the arrival of a woman - the captain of the town guard, of all people!
She seemed about ready to arrest the lot of us, but it was rather noticeable that she seemed weary, in need of results. A little persuasion on my part revealed that the two drunkards had been causing her trouble, and she was willing to let their killings slide - on one condition. A friend of hers, another town guard, needed help on the Isle of Dumont, and the captain seemed to think people of our - skill set - could help. We agreed, for having little choice in the matter was one thing, but we had already resolved to investigate the disappearance of Lord Dumont, and his home Isle seemed like as good a place as any to start.
Day 1: Crowville Docks
We made our way to the docks that same night, for we had been told a ship was preparing to leave that very moment, and the sooner we left Crowville, the better. On the docks, one ship was moored, and we made for the man who appeared to be captain. He introduced himself as Leif Storisson, and though he confirmed he was indeed about to set sail to Isle Dumont, he did not seem willing to take four strangers with him. Though we mentioned the captain sending us, and her assuring us we'd be able to board, he still seemed reluctant. Being four adventurers, we were equally reluctant to ask him how much gold he would like for taking us the the island; though we were each carrying payment, it simply didn't seem we had enough to offer any to the stubborn captain. As a desperate measure rather than a serious proposal, I offered to write a great ballad of the crossing and our adventure, making sure he would be personally named within it. This, shockingly, seemed to sway the man, and, offering us food and bed on the way, he led us onto the boat.