DM Notes
The crew of the Gilded Gull find themselves drugged and sold off into slavery by Captain Gripp. They are taken in cages to ArkiNath in Ceriana. They are forced to become gladiators who fight for the entertainment of the crowds.
Several of the crew have died off in the bloody and violent arena. The few that remain are Brother Osho, Kevan, Roric, Grogmar, and Torment. Though their numbers dwindle they have started to win the hearts of the crowds in the Red Arena.
Player Notes
“I don’t know much about the Gilded Gull. I was off on my own adventures. I had just finished up my tutelage under Master Brightblade, who taught me how to follow the path of the paladin. I learned so much, and he gave me his old sword as an appreciation for my hard work. So Cecil and I set off…Cecil is my dog, and friend! So we set off to adventure…I love adventure! And adventure found us soon after! What…you want to know about the Gilded Gull? It’s some ship that brought the slaves to ArkiNath, which lies in the Valley of Eternal Shade… that means it’s always dark there. Well, to be honest, my companions haven’t talked much about it. And all who’s left of the slaves is Brother Osho. Well, he’s not a slave anymore…I freed him and the others! I can’t wait to tell you about that! It was astounding! But yes, perhaps you should ask Brother Osho. Oh! I can tell you that Brother Osho is determined to find the Gilded Gull. He even asked the Dark Lady about it! Ooooh…the Dark Lady gets my blood boiling! But I’ll talk about her later.”
– An oral story from Thorry
He had hoped being on the Gull would hasten his journeys about the land and bring resolution to finding his missing master, Dai Osho. Being at sea on calm days had allowed him to explore his thoughts and the teachings of his master. His spirit was bent, yet not broken when Captain Gripp proved false. A small silver lining in the cloud that was slavery was that he received the opportunity to put into practice the hours of training his master had given him. While not an attractive prospect for any length of time, Osho would be lying to himself if he didn’t recognize the flicker of joy he had when the crowd shouted for him and cheered at the speed of his strikes.
– Reflections of a Student, Osho’s Journal