When we last left our intrepid adventurer's they had captured a slave ship from those evil tieflings, and were in the process of questioning the slaves. The leader of the slaves was a druid of some sort, who suggested an island that they could be brought too that would be safe for them and less likely to get us in trouble. We tried to tame Fladuk so that we could move the slaves over to our ship, but his bloodlust still drove him, and as we brought the slaves up on deck he set upon their leader and challenged him to battle.
Typhon climbed into the crows nest of the Old Kyle to scan the horizon for approaching ships, so that their ruse would not be discovered, but instead of ships, noticed 2 large black shadows circling the boats. As Fladuk showed signs of brandishing steal 2 large octopi came to the aid of the Wai Shen druid. From the watery depths they reached up and entangled Fladuk, banging him around on deck and quickly rendering him unconscious. It was not his proudest hour.
We ushered everyone onto the Old Kyle and set a black powder charge on the slave ship, watching it blow up in the distance as we sailed away.
We dumped the slaves off on their island oasis near their homeland and were told that we always had friends there.
Then we decided it was time to return to Caldwell for payment of the job that we totally did exactly how he wanted. There was a strange small warship pulled up to his dock when we approached and Mr Pug gave a groundskeeper a fortune to tell us where Caldwell was. We went up to the villa and into a fancy marble columned room, to find Caldwell meeting with the party from the other boat. There was a fine lady being fanned in a corner, which we never got real clear on the identity of. The party consisted of a woman, a man in black armor, and a man with lots of tatoos, i believe. Apparently they had taken the chariot race job.
Caldwell was now giving us both the job of finding out some information about why the evil, shadow society(probably the guys we fought first session) would want to attack a small island nearby. Caldwell also started bragging about how he wasnt actually named caldwell, but was the powerful right hand man of the local king during the great war. He was well known enough that everyone gasped, and depending on your country of origin had strong reverence or dislike for him.
So we started our cannonball run with the other ship's crew. they calmly walked to their ship as we sprinted to ours, jeering at them and casting spells on their ship to impeded their progress. They were really quite civil... I'm not sure we are the good guys.
Anyway, we made it to the island, Typhon jumped up on the dock and went to talk to the dock master of this small town. Before he could make it a frog person lept from the water, over the dock, tried to catch typhon in a net a plopped down on the other side. A total of 3 frog people showed up around the dock and we met them with steel and spell. Mr Pug made a dramatic show and left into the water, slaying one, but getting himself killed in the process. We vanquished the rest, retrieved the drowning corpse of mr pug and met with the dockkeeper. he told us that the frogs had grown more belligerent and more bold recently since they had been visited by some men in black.
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