"They look like eyes. Or rather, just one eye..." Nyx said. "Wait... Not just an eye. Compound eye. Like, many eyes inside one eye... Bloody hells captain. I've heard of something like this. It's the Symbol of Kosm."
"Kosm." Talogan said. He had a feeling there was something sinister about this place. But now with confirmations of recent cultist activity, Talogan's feeling was proven right.
It was at that moment that the rest of the crew returned from checking the huts and reported that no one could be found. "If I had to guess captain, the folks here saw something and ran off." Tayang said. "Whatever showed up went to the temple, if what Nyx says is true and all of the clergy inside got killed."
Talogan nodded in thanks for the report before turning back to Nyx. "Tell me more of this Kosm." Talogan said.

"Kosm," Nyx began to explain. "Is a sort of... Old one I guess you could say. Not exactly a god but just as powerful. Said to be able to grant people eldritch wisdom in the form of eyes. Special magic eyes that let them see things, understand things, in ways that no mere mortal can. They're the sort of being that mad men and those desperate for power would try and appeal to to gain insight on things such as immortality." As Nyx explained this she gripped her dagger tightly. "Even wizards like me have thought about trying to contact her. It's fairly easy. You just need to pray near the ocean and ask for Kosm to grant you eyes... Though I valued my ability to control my mind more than free knowledge. What should we do captain? From what I can see, it doesn't look like whoever attacked this place bothered to actually take anything. Just... Desecrate it."

Talogan looked about at the crew members assembled before him. He could tell their superstitious natures were making them nervous, as it tended to do from time to time. "Whoever did this is gone now." Talogan said. "And if there is any foe still here, we should be able to deal with them well enough. The people of this hamlet were nothing more than fearful fishermen and the priests of false gods. We are pirates. Salt-scarred scourges of the sea. We face danger such as this all too often and always come out on top. And while they may have the patronage of an eldritch abomination, Maglubiyet himself watches over us. No creature of the Far Realm could ever hope to match the Mighty One's true divinity, so what hope would the servants of Kosm have of matching their strength against ours?"

From what he could tell, Talogan had done a good enough job of talking the jitters out of his crew. And so Talogan decided it was about time they got to work. "Mr. Collins. Mr. Fishbones. You stay out here and look around the hamlet some more." Talogan ordered. "If you find anything useful, valuable, or edible, leave it at the Kraken's gangplank and have the men watching the ship make it ready for inspection on deck when I return. The rest of you will follow me into the chapel. Take whatever booty you can find, but remember why we came here. Admittedly, we might not find any with how desecrated this place is. But we might as well make sure." With that said, Talogan led the way into the chapel. While his crew got to searching, Talogan picked out the survivor that Nyx ha mentioned earlier and made his way over.

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Action: Talogan bolsters the courage of his crew. He rolls a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/19206]23[/url] in the attempt.
Crew Orders: Talogan orders Kulee and Oliver to search the huts for plunder while the others follow the captain into the chapel and search it for loot, though holy water takes priority.
Movement: Talogan leads the way into the chapel and heads towards the surviving member of the chapel's clergy.
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