Helen and Cari scanned the shoreline on the chart. This was a navigational map and didn’t show things on shore that didn’t pertain to travel by sea.
Helen stabbed a finger down on a cove about a day’s travel east along the coast from Tandon.
“This has to be the place. Look how this spine of the mountains extends down towards the coast. That would be a good place to put a mine. Plus, my uncle talked once of how they would fish in a sheltered cove for extra meat to supplement their supplies beyond what the overseers fed them.”
“We’ll find out if you’re right soon enough. We can be there tomorrow soon after sunrise. Let’s get underway. The faster we get there, the faster we can fix whatever’s wrong if this is the source of the problem. We have to get back and fetch Jane from her foster parents.”
“Do you really think she’s a princess?”
“I do, for a lot of reasons. Mostly because I don’t believe in chance. She was kept on this ship by the raiders for a reason. There weren’t any other prisoners aboard. That and the information I got back in Cairn Island all adds up. It’s got to be Princess Jaycee.”
“Maybe if we tell the crew what we’re about,” Helen proposed, “they’ll understand the risks we’re taking by going ashore and investigating this mine.”
Cari shook her head. “No. Right now, the only people who know about the girl’s identity are Stefan, Rodrigo, Percy, and the two of us. Let’s keep it that way. We’ll tell the crew of a great cache of silver hidden in the old mine along with the underground river. That should give them enough motivation to follow along willingly and help us fight anything we run up against.”
“What happens when they get there and there’s no silver?”
“I’ll make sure everyone is rewarded. I’m sure the Duke will have a reward for us if we cure the plague.”
Helen shrugged. “You’re the captain.”
“Yes, I am. Go and select a shore party to join us on this little adventure. Make sure you include Rodrigo and Stefan. They’ll only follow us on their own if we go ashore without them and they’re both useful if it comes to a fight.”
Helen nodded and left as Cari returned her attention to the chart. She made a few calculations and memorized the course she plotted before she rolled up the map returning it to the cabinet beside her desk.
It was time to find that mine.
———
The cove was right where it was supposed to be. Cari effortlessly guided the Vengeance into the sheltered anchorage quickly spotting the cluster of ramshackle buildings set on the cliffs above them. At first, she thought they were deserted, but then she saw a wisp of smoke from one of the stone chimneys. Someone was up there. Maybe whoever it was could help them by answering some questions.
“Gather the shore party, Miss Doolan. Let’s go find out what’s for dinner.”
“Aye, ma’am.”
Shouts and orders were relayed, and once more one of the longboats was lowered over the side. Cari was already armed and ready with a sword, dagger, and two pistols, but the bosun had ordered a chest of weapons bought up on deck and was personally handing out a cutlass and pistol to each person who would accompany Cari and the others ashore.
There would be six crew members in all, plus Cari, Helen, Rodrigo, and Stefan. The ten of them made for a tight fit in the small longboat, but they’d make it work.
The water in the cove rippled in the gentle breeze sweeping down from the cliff and out over the water. They didn’t have to go far to shore and the trip was almost pleasant in the secluded spot. Gulls flew overhead and the sunlight on the cliffs made them sparkle and shine.
“This is a good fishing spot, Cap’n,” Rodrigo remarked.
One of the sailors spat over the side and growled. “It would be if there weren’t trolls around waiting to put you on a spit instead of your fish.”
Cari had to tell them what they might face up there. They all needed to know who or what they might be asked to fight.
“That, Westy, is why I brought flasks of lamp oil along,” Helen replied. “Once we get to shore, I’ll pass out a few to each of you along with a torch. We’ll be ready if they show up. Remember to set any trolls alight as soon as you cut them down, so they don’t regenerate.”
The crew of the small boat nodded, and Cari saw both Stefan and Rodrigo shoot glances up at the high walls of the cliffs around them as they headed for the small sandy beach at the far end of the cove.
Helen sat at the tiller and guided the long boat straight in toward the beach until the bow scraped up on the sand. Stefan and two of the sailors at the bow jumped out and started to pull the boat farther up onto the beach.
More sailors jumped to shore followed finally by Rodrigo, Helen and, last of all, Cari. Her boots sunk a bit into the sand as she jumped down from the boat’s gunwale.
Helen had already started handing out the oil flasks and torches from a sack she pulled from the boat. In a few minutes, everyone was equipped and ready to go.
Cari took the lead, following the narrow strip of sand inland until it turned into a twisting, rocky path up the side of the cliffs.
The arduous climb had Cari’s thighs burning before she’d gone halfway to the top of the trail.
“I’m so out of shape,” Cari complained.
“How so?” Helen asked, walking right behind her. The first mate was flushed and sweaty from the exertion of the climb, too, much more so than her captain.
“I used to run cross country sprints back home as part of my training. My swordmaster always said good cardiovascular fitness went a long way in the salle.”
“Why would you run cross country?” Stefan asked. “Why not ride in a carriage?”
“Because people never walked anywhere and it was the only way to get exercise.”
Cari glanced behind her to see puzzled looks on her officers’ faces.
“Oh, never mind. You wouldn’t understand anyway. Come on, we’re almost to the top. Let’s pick up the pace.”
Cari climbed upward faster, smiling at the groans from her crew as they struggled to keep up. Maybe she needed to implement a program of calisthenics for the crew every morning when she got back. It would benefit her and the crew to be in better shape.
Finally cresting the top of the trail, Cari and the others spread out and caught their breath as they looked around. The old mine buildings sat a hundred yards away, most of them built up against the side of the steep hillside where there was a mine shaft opening. Thick wooden timbers framed the entrance to the mine.
“That’s where we’re headed,” Cari pointed at the mineshaft.
“Maybe we should check in at that smaller shack closest to us,” Rodrigo suggested. “The little bit of smoke coming from the chimney indicates someone is home.”
“Agreed, let’s go see who’s home.”
Cari started towards the shack. Rodrigo and Stefan rushed to get ahead of her and reached the door of the small building before she did. Stefan reached up to rap on the door, but Rodrigo lifted the latch and pushed it open, stepping into the shadowy interior.
By the time Cari reached the doorway, Stefan had also entered. She hoped whoever was there would not be too offended by their barging in like that.
It turned out she needn’t have worried. There was no one home.
The smoke from the chimney came from a small, cast-iron stove set in the corner with a tin stovepipe leading up to where it bent in a right angle to a hole in the wall. It must connect with the stone chimney built along the outside of the shack. It appeared the original stone fireplace next to the stove had been sealed up and was no longer used, based on the piles of books and papers stacked there.
“It looks like this is some sort of office, Cap’n,” Stefan said from behind a table next to the stove. He shuffled through the jumbled papers he’d found. “All these point to a series of regular deliveries to the mine via a ship visiting the cove. The deliveries consist of casks of what the ledgers call essence of starwort.”
Helen drew in a sharp breath. “Cari, starwort is a powerful herb with some medicinal properties, but it can be very toxic in all but the smallest of doses. If someone concentrated an extraction of the plant, it could cause effects that would resemble an infectious plague.”
“Does it say where the deliveries originate or who’s sending them?”
Stefan shuffled through some more of the loose papers on the table before shaking his head. “No, it only tracks the deliveries. There’s no record of payment to anyone or any other correspondence. This paper here says the last delivery was the day before yesterday. More than twice the usual number of casks were dropped off.”
“I was hoping there’d be something tying all this back to the Duke of Charon but, as usual, he has managed to keep his nose clean. This reeks of one of his plots, though.”
She was about to start shuffling through the papers herself, in an attempt to find something Stefan missed when a shout of alarm from outside distracted her.
Drawing her sword, Cari lead the other three out the door and back into the afternoon daylight. The six sailors from her crew had drawn up in a line beside the shack with their weapons drawn.
Cari spotted the source of the threat right away. She’d never seen a troll in person before; however, the group of ten eight-foot-tall humanoids with gray-green skin and thick black hair atop their bulbous heads could be nothing else. She rushed to stand beside her crew, sword drawn in one hand and a pistol in the other.
Growls and threatening snarls came from the trolls, but they didn’t advance to attack. Cari took a step forward to stand in front of her shore party.
One of the trolls moved to the front of their group. The huge creature held out his hands, palm outward at his side, keeping them there.
“I think he wants to parlay,” Cari remarked.
“I’ve never heard of trolls doing anything but fighting with humans before,” Helen said. “Be careful, Cap’n. It could be a trap.”
Cari stared into the big round eyes of the leader of the trolls for a few seconds before making up her mind. “I don’t think so, Helen. Stay here and be ready to back me up if needed. I’m going to move forward to chat with the big one in the lead.”
“Cari—” Rodrigo called out.
“I’ll be fine, Rod. I think this is important.”
Cari sheathed her sword and shoved her pistol back into her belt. She placed her hands at her sides, palms facing forward, mimicking the troll’s stance. Taking a few steps forward, she watched the other creature for any sign of treachery.
The troll chief nodded and moved to meet her as she continued forward until the two of them stood facing each other between the two groups.
The big troll spoke first, its voice having trouble with forming the human words but trying nonetheless. Cari struggled to understand.
The words sounded all jumbled and were hard to understand until she tried invoking her Charm attribute in an attempt to improve communication between the two of them.
Charm skill bonus — communication +5
She had never tried to leverage her charm skill like this before, but she was glad to see an immediate improvement in her understanding of what the troll was saying. She would have to remember this in the future.
“…Our shaman told us come. Seek out golden-haired human woman. She is one to free land of blight.”
Now to see if the charm bonus worked both ways. She replied to the troll in a slow clear voice.
“What is the blight you speak of?”
“Very young and very old, all sick. Some animals in forest die. No reason. Shaman say blight come from place where humans once took shiny metal from hole.”
“We are here seeking remedy for same blight to a human city to the west.”
The troll nodded. “Shaman right. You are one we seek. Help us? Hole in hill small. Troll too big.”
He pointed up the nearby hill to the open mine shaft. The opening looked plenty big from where she stood.
“I don’t understand. Why you too big?”
“Main tunnels big enough, yes. Side tunnel to deepest part of hole, no. Too small for troll. We chase other humans inside earlier this day. Cannot follow.”
That was why there was no one else outside the mine. The trolls had chased any people above ground back into the mine’s deepest levels, areas the trolls could not reach.
“I can help you. We seek to stop the same blight. Allies?” Cari extended her hand to the troll.
He nodded but then reached down to pull a stone knife from his belt. She froze and heard gasps of alarm from her crew. Rodrigo and Stefan started forward.
“Hold. No one do anything rash.”
The troll picked up on the tension and slowed his movements. Holding the stone knife in one hand, he drew the blade across his other palm, opening a big gash. Thick green blood oozed out.
Cari understood and pulled her dagger, drawing the razor-sharp blade across her own palm until her bright-red blood flowed as well.
Health damage – health -1
Reaching out, she clasped hands with the troll’s. Her hand slipped against the troll’s as she gripped the leathery green skin, now slippery with both their blood.
A strange warmth flowed from her palm up her arm and into her chest. She didn’t know what it was.
Alliance with troll chieftain achieved.
6,500 experience
Regeneration ability gained. One health point per second regenerated for a max of 60 seconds, one time per day.
The troll nodded and pulled his hand back. Cari noticed the troll’s hand had already healed, a testament to its ability to regenerate.
She glanced at her own palm, smeared with a mixture of green and red blood. To her surprise, the wound in her palm had also closed. There was barely a scar.
“Lead us to the small hole you cannot pass. We will enter and rid your land of the blight.”
The troll nodded and turned to go back to his tribesmen. Cari returned to the shore party.
“We have some unlikely allies it seems,” Cari explained what she’d learned from the troll chieftain.
“I’m not sure we should trust them,” Rodrigo cautioned her.
“We’ll be careful for sure. Our goals align along a common path right now so we’ll cooperate with them. If something changes later, we’ll deal with that then.”
The troll chieftain called out something unintelligible and she turned to see what he wanted. The troll pointed up the hill and started towards the mineshaft.
“Come on, he’s gonna to lead us to the tunnel into the deeper parts of the mine. I hope no one is claustrophobic because it must be a tight fit if the trolls can’t get in there themselves.”
“What’s claustrophobic mean?”
Cari shook her head. “Never mind. Just follow me. We’re going to get to the bottom of this right now.”