We returned to Hollow Ground, and Dr. Mutilare we quickly found, we’d left him stored upon our ship, and Jim’s fish fine’ly found itself a sip.Dreben Koslev approached us drunk, his companions with a seabound trunk. “Ahoy sailor” Cap’n cried, “My nerves Julia has sorely tried,” he replied. To Flora’s then Dreben had fled, relieved Lucinda was not found dead. Kimona received the saliva pure, to compound for a Koslev cure.Then Mutilare began his surgeon’s work, to turn Adam’s stump into a dirk. Or whisk. We surely hoped it would be brisk.Bart attacked a coconut tree, as Cap’n did carouse with me. Bart left to find a forgotten soul, Alva whose journeys had taken toll.Cap’n’s silver gone its way while night held her within its sway, no blood within her congealed, her secrets to the drunks revealed.My silver similarly had fled, ‘fore c’ressing Dreben cozied in his bed, gagged and bound in prison yard come morning found by prison guard.We checked our friend his stump upgraded, Cap’n’s wounds now inspected faded. We shopped for weapons, discounted tho’, when we heard a panic at the dock grow.A viking long ship its sails low, a giant stood upon its prow. Surrounded in mysterious mist, most on the shore had got the gist.
We parleyed for an item sought, Vintersong, Vidar, Grim and Birk their names, about wind they were quickly taught, as we inquired about from which they’d came.
Clearly undead but on a quest, to the Starfly retired to quaff our best.
Their deal concluded with a man named Leif, south they sailed for work’d relief. Upon this island their crew were drawn, a refuge presented to them post storm, seeking the Sunstone come the dawn, evading Van Houten outside the norm.
An agreement reached they left the shore, to Kimona’s seeking something dour, the poison needing some time more, no stone knowledge so we must scour.Weaponsmiths could not point the way, so to Flora’s to embiggen our day. A picture of the sunstone shown, Flora asked if her padre was known.Sadskull mentioned her panic grew, a mythology Middleton knew, her padre the pirate known as Sadskull, his sea chest kept within her halls.
A retribution feared for time prolonged, our mission now became two-pronged. The sunstone hidden in our hold, with none in town the wiser, poison collected for our campaign, to destroy lives like we’re Pfizer.
From Fumo an indecent proposal set, to keep our undead whistles wet.New avenues for disruption found, we plied our rum through Hollow Ground.Cap’n’s silver flies with papers forged, in logging camp awoke engorged.
Treasure huntin’ with ‘ol Dreben, satisfied upon the forge.
To Vintersong a stone bestowed, a gentleman’s agreement reached, a new axe now upon my back, Koslev’s estate soon to be breached.With Flora now a deal penned, we proceeded with our careful plot, Fumo’s meat will Bart and I mend, Adam’s new weapon stump begot.
Pirate Björk 