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“If you listen real close you can hear cannon fire coming from the northeast. That’s Captain Ellis’s ship, Sister Mercy. Thing is, Ellis and his entire crew were killed ’bout a month ago.
<Harry nods.>
Ghost ship…
If it’s info you be wantin’ ’bout the shield, Ellis is the man to ask. Sister Mercy docks on the small island between here and Sorlof’s Strand to pick up more souls for the ship’s crew ’bout once every five minutes. There be no shortage of souls ’round these parts…”
-“Silvermoon” Harry
Speak with Captain Ellis aboard the Sister Mercy.

Quest Giver: “Silvermoon” Harry — Scalawag Point, Howling Fjord
Turn In: Captain Ellis — aboard the Sister Mercy
Objective: Board the ghost ship Sister Mercy and speak with Captain Ellis to begin recovering the Shield of the Aesirites.
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Step 1: Board the Sister Mercy
Step 2: Mutiny on the Mercy
Step 3: Sorlof’s Booty
Step 4: The Shield of the Aesirites
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Vikstone's War JournalHarry paused, listening to something I couldn’t hear at first. Then, distant, a rumble like thunder that wasn’t thunder.

“If you listen real close you can hear cannon fire coming from the northeast. That’s Captain Ellis’s ship, Sister Mercy.”
He nodded to himself.
“Thing is, Ellis and his entire crew were killed ’bout a month ago. Ghost ship…”
I waited for the rest.
“If it’s info you be wantin’ ’bout the shield, Ellis is the man to ask. Sister Mercy docks on the small island between here and Sorlof’s Strand to pick up more souls for the ship’s crew ’bout once every five minutes. There be no shortage of souls ’round these parts…”
I found the island and waited. The Sister Mercy materialized from the fog, her sails translucent, her hull flickering between solid and vapor. I boarded before I could think better of it.
Captain Ellis stood at the helm, his spectral form still holding authority despite death. His hollow eyes fixed on me, and his voice echoed with the rasp of the grave.
“Arrr, me’n’me crew pilfered that thar shield! We be tryin’ to get her back from that no good, landlubbin’ scallywag Sorlof! Ye come to help, arrr?”
I had expected doom and curses. I had not expected a dead pirate nursing a grudge.
“Well, as ye can see we be runnin’ a skeleton crew!”
He laughed at his own joke. The sound raised every hair on my neck.
“Sister Mercy be needin’ another powder monkey to man the big’uns o’er on the poop deck. Think ye be up to the job, me hearty?”
So the shield had been stolen from the thieves and now a ghost wanted my help getting it back.
Ellis wanted powder for his guns before he would discuss anything, and his own crew below decks had different ideas about parting with it, which is one word for Mutiny on the Mercy.