Will of The Mark
Sea Wyvern hideout
In dim candlelight, the Sea Wyverns gather around a pair of barrels and some
driftwood planks serving as a makeshift table. Far from fearsome looking, this
ragtag band consists mostly of young men whose eagerness far outshines their
experience. The older members, male and female, appear too worn and tired
to be much of a threat, though their brine-wrinkled faces and cutthroat edginess
leaves little doubt that they were once fearsome buccaneers. You count
eighteen bodies in the cramped and dingy cellar, hunched to avoid knocking
their heads upon the low beams.
Then from the cellar stairs, a rotund and grizzled man shuffles in. His gray
hair is thinning but his unkempt beard is dyed blood red. In a raspy slow
drawl, he introduces himself as Damog Hellscurvy, the pirate lord of Port
Verge. He rubs his belly and a toothy grin spreads slowly across his face.
“I hear yer lookin’ fer a gnome named Thraxis. I might know where you can
find him. Not only that, I think I might be able to get you to him, if you help
me out a bit in return.”
The Sea Wyverns maintain their base of operations in the cellar of a small house on West Pearl Street. The owner of the house is a widowed fishmonger named Berthella. Berthella allows the infamous group to use her cellar for a fee, though she knows little about their activities. The cellar has a separate entrance that the pirates keep locked at all times. If she is home, Berthella keeps careful watch and hollers down a warning if she spots anyone sneaking around outside the house.