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HYPERBOREA: The Late Trapper’s Lament
Your cog has berthed in New Vinland before continuing to Port Zangerios, but some of the expected cargo has not arrived. The local trapper was due four hours ago with a bundle of ermine pelts. The captain wants you to find the trapper and return with the pelts. An adventure for 1st-level characters.
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| Maximum Tickets | 6 |
| Cost | $0.00 |
| Time Zone | America/New_York (UTC {{ '2019-11-01 17:00:00' | timezone_offset: 'America/New_York' }}) |
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This event is past the point where ticket sales are permitted.Spring on the Hyperborean Sea can be tumultuous. You all have started to earn your sea legs after a stormy, turbulent week, and a small cheer is raised on the deck when the lookout sights land late on the sixth day. You’ll berth for a couple of days in Steinnholm, a small Viking town of New Vinland, before continuing your voyage east.
Each for your own reasons, you boarded this cog, Otherworldly Obelisk, in Khromarium five days ago. Some of you seek adventure and fortune in a foreign port; some simply had need to vacate the city with expedience. Lacking in coin, all of you have been subjected to demanding menial labour to work off your passage. Adventuring life thus far has not been glamorous, as you hurl another pot of shite overboard.
The days grow longer and warmer in the spring years. Nonetheless, the red sun has dipped below the horizon well before your ship makes port, and the gangplank is slick from the falling sleet as you debark. Captain Fellkaitos already has alighted; he oversees the loading and unloading of cargo. Evidently perturbed, the captain repines at the wharfinger, who shrugs blamelessly.
Whilst the sailors disperse to the local taverns and bawdyhouse, the Toad-God seemingly has other plans for you tonight. The captain espies you and beckons you forth. “You there! Adventurers!” He enunciates each syllable with sardonic relish. “I have a task for you. Come earn your keep!”
