"Yah!", Karter recoils from the stanks, "No -no -no!".
Sh'yl takes down one of the ghouls but Xerxes has no luck. Karter runs away, deciding that these are not his type of woman.
red: 9 dmg
Francis blasts one of the whores with a gout of electricity. "Guess I should keep my distance..."
Francis helps Xerxes out and further wounds the red-clad ghoul! The women wiggle their tongues in a decidedly un-sexy manner as they ruthlessly attack!
red: 11 dmg
Xerxes is hurt, but the protoss doesn't let out a single psychic scream. He withstands the pain and paralysis with remarkable vigor, and counterattacks. However, his aim must be completely impaired, for both blades only meet thin air.
"Oh man, this ain't good! Get out there hero!", Karter picks up a fist sized rock and pitches it at the nearest ghoulie.
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Sh'yl took a 5ft. step to offer the flank to Karter or Francis.
May the Force be with me
Despite his zealous emotion, guided by the Force, Sh'yl took down another foul creature.
Xerxes flounders but Sh'yl and Karter work together to take out the other ghoul!
red: 11 dmg
Francis blasts the same whore once more. "Hmm... I must gain more arcane power. These electrical blasts are little more than annoyances at this point."
Francis' bolt misses its mark! The ghoul is relentless in its hunger for protoss flesh!
red: 11 dmg
Sh'yl moved to be able to provide flank with Xerxes and strike at the creature.
May the Force be with me
Once again, despite his zealous emotion, guided by the Force, Sh'yl hit the creature.
The space ghoul's last attack lashes at Xerxes's flesh. Its effect is immediate: the protoss's muscles contract, rendering him unable to move!
Sh'yl takes down the ghoul harlot!
Among the piles of revealing clothing inside the tent are a potion of cure moderate wounds in a leather hip flask depicting a crocodile (worth 25 gp), three very sharp oft-used daggers (one of which is masterwork), a chest containing six flasks of alchemist's fire, two barrels of very cheap perfume worth 25 gp each, a wedding dress inlaid with pearls and set with three tiny rubies (worth 400 gp), a corset set with mother-of-pearl inlays worth 20 gp, a dozen silver hatpins set with tiny obsidians worth 5 gp each, and scattered gems worth a total of 300 gp.
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May be some of the crew will be interested by all this ? Said Sh'yl seeing the perfume, the dress and the rubies.
No trace of our friends ? He asked Xerxes once his freezing stance stopped.
You head further into the jungle, vaguely following the path and trying to make it to the main structure you say up on the ridge above.
The path eventually reemerges on a beach and follows along until it comes to a set of fields . A clearing in the jungle contains overgrown fields of some sort of corn. The crops have gone wild, creating a high barrier wafting gently in the breeze.
You also find several bodies with valuables still on them: One body has a potion of water breathing attached by a metal hook to a rotting leather belt with a gold buckle worth 25 gp. A second body has a rusted iron dagger in a scabbard inlaid with pearls worth 75 gp. A third body still grasps a purse containing 45 gp and 3 small obsidians worth 10 gp each in a skeletal hand.
More used to desert, Sh'yl find nothing unusal in the area.
”Yeah, I'll take these party poppers”, Karter grabs the incendiary grenades.
"Shinies!" Francis exclaims as he picks up the gems and other refuse. "There is a path that these tracks follow. We should be wary of whatever killed these people."
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Xerxes leads his companions through the corn field. There, tracks. Let's see where they lead.
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Having found the path, you cautiously head through the abandoned fields but find nothing malicious blocking your path. Eventually you can see a well-built timber stockade surrounding a small ldoge in a jungle clearing. Vines wrap and strangle a great tree that rises next to the lodge, blocking light from above Beside it is a bubbling spring.
As you approach the stockade, however, some of the vines hanging above start to move!
Sh'yl draw his weapon, took a step forward the creature and strike !
May the force guide my arm.
But he miss it.
What's these thing ?!
"Hey", Karter points to alert the others as he sees the vines moving but doesn't quite believe it, "Hey! HEY!!!". He quickly backs up, jerks out an incendiary granade and lobs it at the moving mass.
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The Force seems to have left Sh'yl to handle this one on his own but Karter's antics prove deadly as he burns a hole in one of the vines!
blue: 11 dmg
Francis zaps the vine with electricity!
Francis finishes off one the plants but the other one reaches out a pair of vines towards Sh'yl!
KILL THEM ALL! REDUCE THE WORLD TO NOTHINGNESS!
Francis sees Sh'yl under attack and zaps that plant as well. "Oh no! Sh'yl is hurt!"
Hopefully, Sh'yl dodge at the last minute the vine, but not fast enough to not be hurt by it.
He retaliate.
Hurt, but still standing ! he said.
Xerxes steps aside and draws one of his psyblades, stabbing the alien plantlike creature.
Karter brings his metal shiv into the melee.
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Despite the party's best efforts, everyone misses the carnivorous vine! It continues to whip its vines at Sh'yl!
Again Sh'yl tried to hit the vine
But he miss again
Franics scowls at the vine still existing and hurting his new friend. "Don't die Sh'yl!"
Karter keeps hacking into the vines with both hands.
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Xerxes focuses his attacks, seeing the vine is hard to hit.
Everyone continues to struggle against the vine until Xerxes steps in and digs his psyblade into the plant and tears it in two!
The gate of the stockade is ajar, the walls being made of sharpened wooden stakes 7 feet high. There is a small spring nearby that provides fresh water.
You don't find anyone here but this high position at least gives you a good view of the island. You even notice a weathered spyglass fixed onto the stockade wall.
Among the furnishings of the lodge are a suit of leather armor, six crudely made spears, and a very nice ring. In addition you find a silver tankard worth 30 gp and a silver locket worth 45 gp.
Did somebody see something through these spyglass ?! I don't !
I see nothing, for there is nothing to see.
”Not a damn thing.”
Let's rest here for the night, we'll resume the search tomorrow at dawn. Agreed?
Yes, it's a good idea.
"Creatures down at the shore look like they have Sandara's hat... Should we investigate now or in the morning?" Francis asks.
When the group wants to rest, he will investigate the ring.
We will investigate at dawn. For now let us rest and recover our strength. I expect we'll need it.
You spend the night resting in the makeshift watchtower, safe from any intruders. It takes a few hours in the morning to reach the cove at the tip of the island but eventually you find high cliffs surrounding the cove of dark seawater. The ocean churns below near a small opening that leads into the cliff-face.
Shall we try to mount an ambush at these presumed guards? I could try to climb down the cliff just above, and drop straight on them.