Hail landlubbers!

In betwixt me cups, I shall attempt to scribble what I did see yestereve at the Chaos Tower in Paxlair. Swillin' rum, was I, listenin' to some committee arrange - of all things! - a fashion show...

*hrmpf*

Strange it was, making me drink deeply, watchin' these foppish dandies talk of a vast commercial enterprise with clothes across all the towns of the realm!.

Some wench kept askin' if everyone agreed to this n' that, and since I was too far gone fer speech, I kept ringin' my bell to mean an answer of 'aye'. I guess no one understood that, simple swabs they is, ar!.

Finally, some angry lad named Holbrook got a word in about somethin' other n' fashionable designs. Holbrook started yappin' about MURDER. Evidently old Holbrook was peeved at some family member gettin' turned into the ingredients of the pirates chum buckets, along with some elven queer named Rama. Ar! I never seen one o' dem pointy eared ijits, and I hope I never do!. But I digress...

Holbrook held aloft a skull, stringy bits o' flesh still attached. He started shoutin' about how the people of Paxlair wuz cowardly, ta not be helpin' find the murderin' bastids responsible for it all, some skalawags goin' by the name of 'Arr'.

Holbrook hollered that he needed a detective, but none stepped forth. He started talkin' about a pirate stronghold up north, sayin' it should be investigated, also. Holbrook started sayin' if people could figure out whatever was goin' on, then Arr could be hung by the necks till dead, and his family avenged, and heroes made - or some such.

Some people said they would look, but bein' the fine sailor I is, I did it fer em. I did it cuz I know of Tuna Eat'n Joe and his Blackhearts, havin' run into em at sea on occassion. Brave and stupid, all mixed up into one, they be - willin' ta risk their ships open at the plank against whoever is willin' ta stand aginst them, ar!.

I found a pretty natty pirate shack north of the Yew moongate, aginst the shore, it was, east of the Yew grapery. Perhaps if a detective kin be found, and an investigation of the site done, old Holbrook might shut his stink hole, and those foppish fashion designers can carry on more productively.

*shrugs*

I also hear dem pirates hang about at the Devil's Tongue, in Corwyn, loosely affiliated with the sea dogs of 'Embrace the Chaos'. EC might have a house near shrine of sacrifice, but that is just a rumor. I hear there may be some alliance with a bunch of brigands called Bloc Darken.

So Holbrook - ye owe me a bucket o' rum fer this one, and I wish ye well in yer quest fer justice - izzat a virtue?!.

Ar!.

Zog the Fishmonger

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