Journal of Rollo Lavius 3

Entry #475 - The Dementor

(G475 08/01/2022 via Roll20 - AP, JF(GM), KT, AD) HOM8

[The adventurers Griffolk Ethyn the Dragon-Shaman, Sparkledingle the Gnome Wizard, Fangorino the Barbarian are on a mission to follow Lady Partick.]

DAY 13

And so, after the lads had a good time under the OJB, and Sparkledingle had a good time at the Temple of Oghma, today was the day to board the Dementor.

Corum gathered them together and handed them their tickets, then sent them on their way, saying,
'Well, good luck fellows, but once you are on that ship, you are no longer my problem!'

They had two spare hours and driven either by the evil aura they picked up from Lady Partick or by some wild premonitions of things to come, they went to a grocers and purchased a good amount of garlic. Then in the market though bought mirrors.

Griffolk also bought 10 vials of cinnamon, for some reason.

After that they made their way to the docks and got their first sight of the Dementor. It was a large galleon, fitted out for passenger travel. From what I gather it mainly sailed up and down the Sword Coast, but had, on occasion gone into other seas.
It also traded in each port that it entered, and must have made a fair amount of coin. The passengers, I assume, preferred not to use Wizards and others who could cast the Teleport spells to get about.
I know myself that Teleport is not always reliable, and it was expensive if you could not do it yourself.

The captain was a handsome middle-aged half-halfling called Captain Pickles.
He welcomed them onboard and showed them to their well appointed cabins.

By the time the evening meal was served, the Dementor had set sail and was headed south towards Candlekeep. Bosun Bonefinger, a female human, seemed somewhat grumpy with the Captain and ever the diplomat Fang called it out.
The room went silent, the Bosun gave him an evil look and went back to her meal. Pickles tried to smooth it over.

Meanwhile, Griff was sat next to a man called Gingols, and he soon made friends with him. Sparkledingle talked to Supercargo Flinty 'Dog-gobble' Koople, the ships gnomish supercargo.

Fang made friends with no one.

Gingols was keen to inform Sparkledingle that he was perfectly sane, in fact he was known as Gingols the Sane. Sparkledingle could not help himself and began to tease the fellow.
'If you are sane, my good sir,' he piped up. 'Then what is the craziest thing you have ever done?'
'I'd rather not say,' replied Gingols mysteriously.
'Oh!', giggled the gnome. 'If you see the colour red, then you are wrong in the head!'
He then cast Prestidigitation and changed the man's robe red.
'You'll have to do better than that my little friend!' cried Gingols, leaping from his chair.
Gingols knew what had happened, but he was still upset.
'Why look!' taunted Sparkledingle. 'Now your face is red too!'
Gingols stepped back and cast a spell, but whatever it was, the gnome resisted it.
Sparkledingle cast Charm Person, but it didn't land either.
'That's it!' yelped Gingols and cast again.
This time the spell hit - it was Hideous Laughter - and the gnome began to writhe on the floor in shrieks of hilarity.

Finally Captain Pickles stepped in. 'Now now gentlemen,' he said. 'We don't approve of magical duels as after dinner entertainment.'
'Did your bosun approve?' swiped back Sparkledingle between fits of laughter.
It was all over though, Gingols dispelled his magic and took his dessert to his cabin.

Later Sparkledingle played cards with a roguish fellow in his cabin called Yoram Pelloto.
The gnome reckoned that Yoram was counting cards and tried to distract him by talking about numbers and royalty, but in the end he was down ten gold anyway.