Note on Logistics: The proficiencies we learned from the crew members will come in effect after we leave the ship.
After our battle with the Marrows, Thoredim was asked by the captain to say a prayer to Torm as a funeral rite for the two fallen seamen. They were wrapped in cloth and tossed overboard, into their icy graves. On the third day, Kaiya saw a gigantic white dragon on the horizon. Luckily he didn’t appear to see us. Lenka told us to play dead if he ever saw us, since this dragon “The old white death” had no interest in toying with dead people. The Old White Death apparently has a habit of collecting “interesting” people, such as wizards and fighters. He and his partner, a female dragon often seen around Icewind Dale, learn their skills and talents until they have spent their usefulness. The crew seemed afraid to get closer to the dragon. They still did not know that this is exactly where we were heading.
Lenka also told us that Oyaviggaton is a village of a northern ice hunter tribe. She did not have more details but we must assume that they have an alliance with the dragon, since they are living in such close proximity to each other. So we should be on guard when we inevitably meet them. Kaiya asked Lenka about the dragon cultists, whether they have come this far north. Lenka has heard of them, but not details. The only thing she mentioned is that they encountered a darker-skinned person with a “pet-dragon” heading north. We wonder who this might be. Lenka also knew a little about the Draakhorn, but only what is publicly known. She seemed to have no idea that it was right here, under our noses.
Thoredim keeps smoking his pipe that he bought in Luskan. After the awkward incident with Dasarve he wanted to figure this thing out better. The pipe keeps showing heroic battle scenes and with the narration from him and Fynn, this little show helped us get a little closer to the crew.
After seven or eight days, we were getting close to Oyaviggaton. The last bit of distance was covered by rowboat, while the ship and crew stayed behind at a safe distance. Only Lenka came with us. The captain once more implored us that we take care of his sister. Him and Lenka each had a ring, which they could use to communicate, so we could call the ship back after we were done, or if anything happened. Before us was a huge iceberg, accessible by a boardwalk that led onto a plateau. This area was littered with huge cracked bones. Lenka told us these were whale bones, gnawed by dragon teeth. Maybe this shined a light on the relationship between Oyaviggaton’s residents and the dragon. Maybe they bring him food in exchange for protection - or simply to stay alive.
We climbed some steps, carved directly into the ice, to reach a second, higher plateau. Here, we ran into a bunch of sled dogs that immediately started to bark. We now were swarmed by around 25 armed people, with more - and children - emerging from nearby huts. We had to think on our feet: We had already decided that we were only here to save WanRenMi and retrieve the Draakhorn. If we could avoid the dragon, that would probably be wise. But what is it we would tell those people…?
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