The stern of the Gallant Prince loomed above them as the party rowed into the large vessel's shadow. The quiet was broken by the sloshing of water, as black tentacles rose from the water to rock the already precarious boat! The party fought the beast with oars and swords, but as they neared the far pier, the boat was tipped, and Ranzo found himself in the water! August and Marcus feared their heavy armor would sink them to their deaths, so they remained in the boat. August began removing his magical chain mail hauberk as Adon dove into the water, his short sword in his teeth.
Somewhat worse for wear, Ranzo and Adon emerged from the water just as the rest of the party arrived with the boat. As the last of them crawled from the rocking boat on to the far dock, the tentacles gripped tight around the little boat, crushing it and dragging it to the depths below. The drawbridge was now their only option to return to Port Llast. "Never a dull day in this line of work is there? That's why I signed up, though." Ranzo quipped as he chuckled and began to wring out his clothing.
The Company found the nearest building they could find that seemed relatively safe, planning to set up a fire and dry themselves off after their ordeal. The building was an old ship repair shop, with a roof still perched on it, that they hoped would hide their fire somewhat from whatever creatures haunted this place.
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| I think I know who this is referencing, any guessers? |
Being as they had recovered a horde of platinum coins and magic items in their recent quests, The Company had a healthy amount of food to prepare over their fire. There was hearty soup, and salted beef. Although dangerous, the life of the successful adventurer was not without its luxuries. Once they were all comfortable, Ranzo spoke a bit about his past. "This is why I'm doing this," he began, "I'd see a meal like this maybe once a year when I was a sailor on the Moonsea, and certainly not while we were on the water. It's worth tangling with a kraken for this," he paused as he took a sip of soup.
"That was no kraken," observed Marcus, the ranger, "My cousin's ship was taken down by a kraken up north, he said it was as big as Lord Nasher's castle. A single one of its tentacles could have crushed that little boat. More likely it was a squid."
"Perhaps it was a baby?" asked Ranzo.
They all had a good laugh at that, and traded tales into the night, thankfully being able to rest uninterrupted.
The next day they found an adversary who they could only assume was some sort of mastermind of the local trouble makers. He was having a meeting in a hidden room behind a shop whose sign said simply "fish." This harbor was littered with hidden rooms, probably because shady operations were the norm here. Strangely enough, he was not a Luskan pirate. The man was a cleric cloaked in black, with the holy symbol of Bane, a black hand, about his neck. Flanking him were two warriors of the Zhentarim.
They proved little match for the The Company, however, all were worried these foes could be a sign of an even greater threat. The presence of the Black Network here could mean there was an alliance between the Zhents and Luskan, a prospect that would be quite dire. There was only one way to find out, to push on towards the city of Luskan.
Avrilenne used her divine power as she waved her hand over their foes equipment to detect magic. Her eyes widened as almost all of it began to glow with various colored auras. They would need to return to Neverwinter, to put all those valuable items in safe keeping at the city's vault.
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| Look at all the loot! There are no +2 weapons though, so I still can't harm elementals. |
As they had also now found all three switches and put them in their proper position; they crossed the drawbridge and made their way back to the City of Skilled Hands.
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| I wanted to picture what this thing might have looked like. Source. |
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