Sasarra chuckles as they move up, dampened a bit as one hits her hard. she unleashes a bolt of lightning through all three of the minions and then twists around to fly away.
Zaaka steps over to face all three of them and deal with them as the shivered and jolted with lightning.
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Skrelznit casts a spell, and an angry looking tiny thunderstorm appears around the leader.
Looseal squawks with pain and alarm, but after a brief telepathic pep talk from Skrelznit she resumes the battle.
Round 2:
Sassarra blasts the group on the grownd.
Zaaka's tail finishes off the one he hit with his tail before, but does not land any other blows.
Skrelznit's storm hits the leader hard, and Looseal does the same.
The half-orcs swing at Zaaka. The 1st gets Parry'ed and is hit back by Zaaka. The 2nd attacker misses.
Looking over the fight, the leader defensive casts a spell. She disappears.
invisibility
Round 3 start:
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Skrelznit almost knows what the spell was.
Seeing his target disappear, Skrelznit directs the angry cloud at the nearest thug (Yellow).
He tries to push Blue overboard with a battering ram of summoned water.
Looseal picks a target at random for her bombard. This time she finds a large apple to drop.
The apple hits, but it was too soft to do any damage of note.
Zaaka works to finish off the one with the electric cloud.
As blue goes washing back (assuming blue does), Sassarra cries out, "This one, we take alive!"
She blasts him with lightning, though she's not trying to kill, just to stun him a bit.
Round 3:
Skrelznit pushes Blue over the side.
Skrelznit, Looseal, and Zaaka finish off yellow. While Sassarra goes after Blue.
Seeing the others go down; blue gets up and tries to get away, but trips in the reef.
Round 4 start:
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Skrelznit readies his trident and points it at Blue.
I has higher ground-k-k-k. Cap'n says to take you alive, but if you'se tries anything I might just slip-k-k-k.
Looseal swoops in with claws bared.
Cap'n? We still gots the leader, floatin' around indivisible-k-k-k.
Sassarra calls out to the air near where she last saw the leader. "Your ambush has failed. Your tricks will get much harder to pull if we get back to civilization with that story. We have a specific goal and we're willing to trade for it. If not, we'll have a nice chat with your friend here, and we'll get what we want eventually."
She'll also talk to the crew. "If any of the others are still alive, keep them from bleeding out."
Zaaka will fetch a line and toss it overboard. Either they'll be bringing the blue-clad attacker up or he'll be going down.
After waiting a moment, you still don't hear back from their leader.
The least half-orc gives up, and you are able to save the others.
"So, where's the boss lady?" she asks brightly. "We want something and you aren't it. I'm willing to forgive you if you talk. If not, Besmara's children need to eat."
He looks back and forth between Sassarra and Skrelznit. "I...I don't know where she went. She just has us raid ships."
"Do you have a camp? Where did you come from?" she says cold-bloodedly. "If you can't be useful with information, then you will be an example."
He swallows unnervingly, before telling you where their hidout is.
"ommm.. She keeps a chest buried under her bed?"
"Well, then I guess we have someplace to find them." She will check the charts to see if there's a way a small group could approach without being seen.
The cave is out in the open, but you think you could swing way out to the side and come at it from that way.
You sneak up to the area, but find no one there. The bunk that you were told something was hidden under has a hole under it: as if something was dug up.
Looking around you do find most of the loot left behind, and a golden statue of a wasp wrapped in oilcloth and stuffed in an empty barrel.
"Not so fast, that was what we promised to return." she says, "But the rest of it is ours. Just don't get so focused on looting that we don't keep an eye out for the b!#!*. Remember she does illusions.
We'll keep the statue in a haversack as we approach the temple. When we enter we will ask to see the High Priestess, and give her the good news.
Dindreann Smiles lightly seeing the Golden Vespal. "We are happy to have it returned to us. Did you deal with the wreckers?"
"We took out many of their fighters and drove them from their camp, but the leader escaped." she says, obviously displeased about this. "We'll still be looking for her. She was magical and had some tricks that were effective. I suspect that they will be less effective once word spreads about this." She'll then relate the story of the ambush and the various magics that were used.
She nods. "There is a half-elf scrimshander in Drenchport named Jaymiss Keft. He claimed to have knowledge of a spy."
"That is what you asked for, right? What Information we have on Spies for cheliax."
"It was a pleasure doing business with you. Hopefully there will be more pleasant interludes in the future." With that she makes her leave so that they can track down this spy.
Sailing in, you find that the city's name fits. It's location means that storms form daily. Drenchport's streets are washed out and the dock is layers of new boards hammered into stacks of waterlogged ones.
You hear that his is over in Carvers’ Hall. It is a building used by scrimshanders work together on larger projects.
You find Jaymiss sitting by the hall's fire.
"Excuse my friend. He can't hold his liquor. Allow me to buy you a drink to make up for his rudeness."
She is trying to overcome Skrelznit's bad impression and make a good one for herself.
Skrelznit can feel that Jaymiss got a little nerves when Skrelznit was talking, but Sassarra (and buying him a drink) put him into a more trusting mood.
"I will have a black kelp beer. Don't see many of your kind in here."
"True, a lot of my kind prefer caves to the sea." she says with a shrug. "But a few of us have gotten together to make our fortunes. Thanks to a little luck, a lot of skill and some good friends, we're doing rather well."
"Though we have had to dodge a few warships." She adds a quiet, "Damn devil-lovers" under her breath where it's not likely to be overheard.
"Yea. The Chelish navy has been much more active as of late, and is tracking down ships better then ever." He leans over and speaks more quiet. "I blame Haddon Pike. He runs a small fishing boat, that does smuggling on the side. That thing is; I know the locate black market. On his smuggling trips he has not been buying or selling any contraband.
He takes a swig of beer. "Why would a fisherman, and part time smuggler, hire a boat and not carry fish or goods? I think he has been feeding them information. He has been hold up in his cottage for that last week or so."
"That seems like something my friends may want to know about. I think that we'd like to stop by his cottage. Do you know where it would be?"