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Exiled on the Shores of Carmoa – Event #2 “The Gate” Ticket

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You are purchasing a Ticket for Exiled on the Shores of Carmoa: Event #2 “The Gate”

In doing so you agree that:

  • Tickets are non-refundable but will be transferable between players. ( If you transfer your ticket, please send us an E-mail so we can change the Gate List. @ Tom@wearewayfarers.com )
  • If you buy multiple tickets, please e-mail Tom@wearewayfarers.com with information about who those tickets are for.)

Exiled on the Shores of Carmoa – “The Gate”

A breeze gently whipped up the main concourse where the new proprietor of The Glass Anchor Tavern worked with an ease afforded only to men who have been taught to fight by the greatest of military minds, or of course, men who have paid their protection money to both sides in the current civil discourse on Carmoa. Which of these kinds of men Raiv was, no-one truly knew, but he had only recently taken up the mantle of resident Tavern owner.

His hammer arm worked tirelessly as he set about creating a truly communal space for those on the island. The sound of the hammerhead hitting wood rang down the valley, hollow and reassuring, it’d been a few months since the Tribes of odd islanders had come to try and garner help from the settlers, so the sounds of musket shot had slowly dwindled as the creatures had become a more recognisable contingent in the settlement.

Days and weeks had passed as a routine had seemed to settle into Island life. Patrols of Carmoan Trading Company soldiers passed by every now and then, Muskets shouldered. Bands of Mol’s folk made merry in the streets during the day trying to entice soldiers and those with pockets full enough to enjoy the fruits of the Bordello. Late into the evening the sounds of music and singing could be heard from that same shelter. All in all it seemed that island life had settled somewhat since the attacks had come from the seas.

“Interesting that…” Raiv mused to a young lad as he held the bucket of nails for him. a new robed figure had appeared on the island soon after those occurrences taking residence in a small shelter and beginning to build. “Seth Kanu, a name not to be overlooked. Though he doesn’t talk about it, I’ve heard tell that he is a descendant of Roth Kanu, the character from the stories about the Calibari Crusades all those many years ago. People say he’s buildin’ a Glass’ouse to service all the gods!“

“And then there’s that artefact the whatcha’call’em,…” he clicked his fingers in the way he did when he was trying to magically reincarnate an old memory. “H’Ornikans. That’s it!”

“Ornikoa Sir” the boy piped up, correcting his employer.

“Ornikoa, that’s what I said!” Raiv bristled slightly at the correction. “Thems Ornikoans been following that strange plinth as it moves around the island, seems it’s progress is slow, but it seems to mean something to them. Also looked like it meant a fair bit to thems “undertow” we saw rise a few months back. Though..” he scratched his chin thoughtfully. “Ain’t seen anythin’ o’ them since that battle on the hills.”

“Sir, did you hear what Seth has been saying about their “Invasions”?” the boy chimed in.

“Aye, Aye, but that fellow seems damn near mad, meditatin’ and prayin’ all day when there’s whorin’ and drinkin’ to be done.”

“But,… it makes sense does it not?”

“Nothin’ the Gods do will ever make sense boy!” Raiv chided “nor will it need to. But…” he
paused for dramatic effect, lulling the boy into his musings, “they say one of Tiyd’s Generals is lookin’ to take advantage of his masters obsession with Coascus, that he even made it here with some Undertow. I reckon both Coascus and Tiyd would be mite unhappy with that, if’n they thought it possible. I wouldn’t go worryin’ about it boy, now, hand me some more nails, I’m nearly done ‘ere.”