Shag’s Board Shop
When The Red Hawk sunk, it’s treasure went down with it. For your average humanoid, retrieving treasures from the seafloor can be quite difficult. For a skeleton, however, the task proves little more than trivial.
While Shag was never much of a surfer himself, he had gained some renown as a board builder. Once a nomadic sort, traveling from beach to beach selling boards and his special brand of wax, he settled down once he discovered Loose Bones Cove. The cove’s attractions? A captive clientele, a seemingly never-ending supply of the purple mussels he makes his wax from, and of course, a sunken treasure to collect. With only one place for skeletal surfbums to buy, repair, and wax their boards, Shag has quite the monopoly on the treasures of The Red Hawk.
| Shag might… |
|---|
| ask for assistance with collecting mussels |
| ask for help with the wolves harassing the skeletons |
| tell the tale of the treasure |
Stone’s Throw Cantina
The Stone’s Throw Cantina, named as such for its proximity to the ocean, is a single, open bungalow establishment. The bar wraps around, forming a small square where the bartenders can normally be found.
In life, Bud and Beety were a happy, newly-wed couple. In undeath, eternity has eroded their goodwill for each other; their constant bickering is the number one complaint of the clientele. While their sour attitudes may stand out in this sun-drenched paradise, their drinks are to die for. Or drink singular, rather. Crafted from mulched sea anemones, Pink Puckerups are cheap, delicious, and very effective. Sea anemones are extremely plentiful in the cove, so much so that Bud and Beety freely distribute the drink; they’ve nothing better to do, after all.
| Bud and Beety (or one of their patrons) might… |
|---|
| ask strangers to settle their arguments |
| ask for help with the wolves harassing the skeletons |
| ponder the cave mouth in the sea cliffs and argue about what might be inside |
The Wolves Dire
Loose Bones Cove is bordered by a forest that stretches into the mainland. Recently, a pack of wolves led by a single Dire Wolf have taken a fondness to gnawing on bones – particularly ones that are laying in the sand and don’t put up a fight. Many a surf-skeleton has lost a finger, femur, or rib in the night to these pesky hounds. The community is fed up, and many are willing to offer rewards for pelts or better yet, returned bones.
| roll | 1d4 wolf hunting encounters |
|---|---|
| 1 | 1d4 wolves away from the den, gnawing on 1d4 sun-bleached bones of various sizes |
| 2 | a wounded wolf, whimpering under a tree |
| 3 | a well-equiped human hunter, surrounded by 2d4 wolves |
| 3 | the wolf den; 2d6 wolves and the Dire Wolf (1d6 bones) |