Episode 8: Everyone Dies in the Bay

Tonight! Four local heroes try to save their tiny fishing village. Can they maintain their sanity in the face of a cosmic horror? No

DM, Mayor Honeycut - Troy Lavallee
Junior Honeycut - Bill Rehor
Nim Elthera (Elf Ranger) - Jared Logan
Oloki Triton (Half-Orc/Half-Water Elemental Paladin) - Alicia Marie
Ophelia Cross (Human Monk) - Joseph O’Brien
Ulder Pendelton (Wood Elf Ranger) - Mary Lou

Alright, we’re going to open our little adventure today in a quaint fishing village somewhere along the coast of Faerûn, a very small town called Featherhook Bay. Now, it’s not a real bay in the traditional sense, but most of the people that live here aren’t very smart. And so, no one’s ever corrected them. And so they just call it a bay.
There is, however, a large rock outcropping that juts from the shore. It goes like a mile-and-a-half. It kindof ensconces the village. Either way, it’s a very close-knit community. I’d say maybe 100-120 people on a good day.
You don’t wanna know about a bad day.
This town’s been around for a while, multiple generations, and what’s helped the community survive, and often thrive, is the main commerce of the village, which is the fishing industry. Its proximity to the best spots for fishin make Featherhook Bay a major trade partner in the area. So, the people of Featherhook Bay are very protective of this land, and you’re only allowed to fish here if you live in Featherhook Bay. If you’re a trespasser, you’re killed on sight. They throw your body in the bay.
Anyway, we’ll say the four of you belong to any one of the major three fishing families in Featherhook Bay. This afternoon, the four of you have been called to the mayor’s office as representative of the families because there’s a problem.
You arrive and the mayor just sits there watching you come in, and he’s balding, and he reeks of fish (like everyone in town) and his name is Johnson Honeycut, and he says,
“Thank you. Thank you, all, for coming today. As you know, the Honeycuts built this town and it’s been a difficult month when you live on the coast as we do, “By the Bay” as it were. Natural disasters are just a part of life here, but these tremors and earthquakes as of late have bombarded us and they have taken their toll on our fair town. Luckily, the people of Featherhook Bay are strong, and have always been strong. As you know, our town motto is ‘it IS a bay!’ despite what anyone says!
So, there are earthquakes, natural disasters. The damage that was done to the dock has been repaired. We only lost one ship, and we’ve already begun construction on a new one to replace it. However
looks around to see no one else is around
There is one problem that, thankfully, no one is quite aware of yet. Come in closer. Closer. That’s too close.
After that last quake that we had last week, there has not been a single catch of note. Fishing boats go out every day and they come back empty. It’s unheard of for the people of Featherhook.
I spoke to the elders and they think it has something to do with the shifting of tectonic plates, but I don’t understand their academic mumbo jumbo. I just want my fish!
As you may know, there are many caves just beyond the reef (these rocks that I mentioned in the intro) but no one really sails there for fear of crashing on the rocks. And if you walk all the way out there, you better come back before the tide comes in, or you’ll get caught.
Well, the elders posit that these caves may have cracked open, and the fish that are usually just washing up on our shore, have been pushed into these cracks.
I would like the four of you (as representatives of a certain number of the families in this town that we never quite established) to take a small boat or do whatever. Get as close as you can and swim. I don’t care how you get out there. The fish are so plentiful there, you could just reach in with your hand and pull out a clown fish! Crush it in your hand to feel like a god!
Go up there and see if this shifting has done anything to the caves.
However, there is one tiny thing. I need you to take my son with you. He will be mayor when I die, because it’s a hereditary position. I want you to take him so he can get his feet wet, as it were. Is that all right?”

15:45 “The Song of Forlorning”