The Polyanthus, the galleon had sat in the dock of Waterdeep harbor for quite some time. The Galleon was an old yet meticulously maintained thing, its hold thick with the smell of sweat and tar. But within it lied a secret that its owner, Lord Rendon Wulff would have preferred to keep hidden. The Cargo hold and the brig at the bottom deck had been emptied, where cargo once had filled the room. Now sat a large crown of people. Their bodies stripped of any clothing or worldly possessions, only sporting an iron collar that served to remind them of their newfound status in life. Further within the hold, in the brig of the ship sat the slaves who still remained defiant of their new masters. Within the far most cell sat Lircheon Greenleaf, a young wood elf and a personal acquaintance of Rendon Wulff. Having been tracked down and captured shortly after entering Waterdeep, he was now awaiting transport to the Lord's personal holds outside of the city.
The busy noise of the crew of the ship roused Lircheon out of his trauma-induced slumber. The wet sloshing of the water outside immediately cluing him into his predicament. However being robbed by his clothes and his equipment, the sturdy bars of the cell he found himself in served as an insurmountable barrier blocking him from any chance of escape. But the opportunity comes to those who are ready. So Lircheon waited, and soon enough the unmistakable sound of footsteps could be heard echoing through the hold. The light of lantern fire soon followed as a stern man, his complexity sour and weatherbeaten. entered into the cargo deck, wasting no time Lircheon began weaving his magic, his fingers moving intricately behind his back as he whispered quietly towards the man. His words laden with Arcane intent, they spun around the man as his body froze in place. Beginning to quickly jab at the man's memories, changing him silently in accordance with Lircheons' will. Soon enough the man was ready, as Lircheon gave the command.
"Open the gate and let me out, please for old times sake?" Lircheon pleaded to the man.
Despite this being the first time the two met, the man blinked with realization as the magic came into effect. Soon enough the gate was open, and Lircheon was handed the keys to the cell. He wasted no time in beginning his escape, Attempting to recruit others within the hold for his bid for freedom, they all seemed unreceptive to his pleading. Everyone but a strange creature who was held within one of the other cells. A Kenku that he would come to know as Rumble, together with the curious creature the two of them navigated the holds of the ship, sneaking around the guards into the captain's quarters where the two found their equipment once more. Stored within a chest in the captain's private quarters. With their newfound weapons, they made their way onto the surface where they made their presence known. The noise they created together roused the remaining slaves below deck, giving them the courage they needed to make their escape.
The Polyanthus had already left the bay when the sounds of struggle began and soon after, the people on Waterdeep harbour could see person after person on the ship abandon it as they began swimming back to shore, much to the chagrin of the crew. Hours later Lircheon and his newfound friend walked out of the murky waters of Waterdeep bay, squeezing out the water from their clothes, feathers and hair respectively and began making their way into the city.