Tall Tales and Superstitions

Fridheil Kunigunde

Fridheil stands on the docks of the small town, Dellglade. It lies southwest of Orinael and was the closest place with a dock that connects to the sea. Standing patiently, the magus decides to go through their bag. Eventually, Cordelia will arrive, and Fridheil never liked to ask for favors. Let alone ask for them and then not have a plan.

Within their bag they pull out a picture of a sailor in his mid-thirties. He was sitting on the rail of a ship, docked somewhere far away from this town. Their client was a man who had died at 72. His friends in Orinael spent hours sharing stories of this man. Almost all of which were tales he had passed on to them. He had moved to Orinael after retiring from his life as a sailor, and carried many a reminder, including the picture in their hand. Yet none of those reminders had been enough to ease their soul. It was back in Orinael, within Fridheil's garage that doubles as a showing area, growing restless. Something must be done. They only hope, that gathering one of the sailor's favorite objects in his tales would be enough.

Fridheil Kunigunde

@Cordelia del Mar

Cordelia del Mar

Being a Mermaid, Cordelia loathed to travel the seas by ship. And why would she ever bother with such a miserable method of travel, when she could just assume her mer-form and swim there faster than a ship ever could, what with its dependence on the wind and the weather conditions at the surface of the sea. However, there was the small matter of arriving at her destination soaking wet, not to mention that most people, while respectful of the Magi, were still not used to seeing a Mermaid change her form and step out of the water. Such a scene might cause a shock among the local populace. And so, Cordlia found herself on a ship, sailing to Dellglade to meet her fellow Magus, Fridheil. She had promised to help the Elf find something very special that had been claimed by the sea.

Fridheil wouldn’t have been waiting long before Cordelia’s ship came into the harbor and docked. Upon disembarking, Cordelia quickly spotted Frid among the people gathered at the docks and headed their way.

”Good day, Fridheil!” she called out, waving at the Elf as she made her way through the crowd.

”Please tell me how I can help.” Cordelia said with a smile, once she had reached Frid’s side.

Fridheil Kunigunde

Fridheil grins nervously as Cordelia navigated her way through the crowd. She seems to move so languidly through the people, that they're left wondering if Cordelia feels at home amongst a crowd as she might in the sea? Of course they would never give voice to such a question. "I have a client who used to be a sailor. Their soul can not rest easy until we retrieve something that was of great important to them."

Fridheil frowns with worry. The man's soul had been quite active when they left. Of course, they established some protective spells over their home, and seals in the basement to keep him within but they would do little to keep him from turning into a poltergeist. All that can do that, is retrieve the right item or items and then get back with them fast enough. "He was a seventy-two-year-old man, who often shared tales of his exploits with all who would listen, typically within the tavern. Died of natural causes, age mixed with drinking regularly caused his health to deteriorate quite quickly the last four months before he passed." Fridheil rattles off the facts of the case, as they would with any other member of the black flame. "In order to soothe his soul down we'll need an item that means a great deal to him. I have a list of materials that could work. These were the most talked about things in his stories. A giant pearl, some sort of bioluminescent algae, and a coin from the Hasten. The first ship he ever sailed on. Apparently it was the first time he was paid well and he lost all the wages in the wreck."