Bjorkus will grapple the caster.
She attempts to cast a spell to get her out of this predicament, but she fails as the DC is too high.
Aqua-Kal reaches out a watery limb and soaks Zirul's shoulder wounds, wondering absently if the water will cause the acid to explode.
Zirul swings for the proverbial fences again.
Luthor lays down another series of quick strikes.
Bjorkus puts the squeeze on the caster.
Opal will ready a spell.
The she-wizard will try to break free.
But she fails to do so.
Aqua-Kal frowns as more wounds open up on the alchemist's skin, but shakes his head slowly as he realizes that his own wounds are even more extensive, despite the watery form concealing them. He focuses on them for a few seconds before another frown clouds his liquid visage.
Bjorkus ties up the woman and gags her.
"Search the place. Find out what they were doin' here."
Aqua-Kal nods his watery head and turns to begin the search.
Zirul nods at the mention of searching. "Will do. I'm sure we'll be able to find something good."
Once the troupe is defeated, a search of the tavern finds 4,800 gp in coin and jewelry. The search also turns up plenty of evidence proving that the three performers are Chelish agents sent to the Shackles by House Thrune specifically to discredit Arronax Endymion.
Loot!
The Bard: Potion of Bear's Endurance, +1 Glamered Breastplate, +1 Buckler, +1 Keen Rapier, 92 platinum.
The Wizard: Wand of Grease(48 charges), Cloak of Resistance +2, Ring of Protection +2, Ring of the Ram(17 charges), spellbook, 1828 gold.
The Brawler: Potion of Barkskin +2, +2 Heavy Wooden Shield, Ring of Protection +1, Bracers of Armor +3, 593 gold.
Bjorkus looks over the loot and the assembled evidence.
”Nice work. Let’s get this stuff back to Hell Harbor, but first we gotta do something with her”, the bull says with a nod at the bound and gagged inhuman woman.
Aqua-Kal, seeing that there are no more threats in the building, shifts back into Just-Kal. "Take her before the Council," he suggests. "See if they'll believe the 'baseless rumors' of what the devil-nation is planning then."
Zirul taps his chin. "Well, there are always places to sell her...But she is quite dangerous. We need to make sure that she's not such a danger. I'd also like to collect a sample for study.."
Bjorkus nods.
”Good idea Kal. The Council can question her themselves.”
The minotaur gives the woman another glance after Zirul’s comment.
”Take whatever ya want. She’s not going to complain.”
After you return to Hell Harbor and deliver the proof of his innocence to Endymion, the pirate lord thanks the PCs profusely. Endymion is as good as his word, and provides you with a squadron of warships captained by a snarling, scruffy, but quite compelling commodore named Brok “Madshanks” Cordain.
Zirul does his due diligence and researches, as well as extracts some samples from the individuals
She is a daemon-spawn tiefling, specifically she seems to be descended from an urdhefan.
“Looky mates, I know all about Scags Rotgram, and his ship, the Devilish Duchess. Fell afoul o’ the curse of Dagon’s Jaws, he did, or so everyone says. But see here, the curse of Dagon’s Jaws is all a bucket of sahuagin piss! The problem is, ain’t too many know how to navigate ’em. They’re ‘red isles,’ mates. Iron heavy. They’ll kick yer compass off a little. Yellowbacks get scared when their needles start twitchin’ and head for landmarks. Problem is, there ain’t none ’cept by traveling between the two isles. There’s a quarter-mile strait between ’em called Dagon’s Gullet. Why? Cause it swallows ships. It’s all sargasso and shoals. Those trying to shoot the Gullet usually end up grounding out on the rocks. Bet there’s a dozen ships at the bottom of that channel. I’d also bet the Devilish Duchess ain’t one of ’em. Scags, he warn’t fooled by old legends. He knew what he was doing when he headed that way—knew that if someone were chasin’ him, the Jaws’d be his best bet t’scape pursuit. If Scags ain’t back yet, I’d wager that’s his own doing—that man’s got a talent for dodgin’ Besmara’s last kiss, he does. I’m sure he’s still kickin’ somewhere on that rock...”
"Sounds like a fun place to swim through... when do we start?" asks Kal of the others.
"Now", Bjorkus answers. "With any luck he'll still be alive."
"We can hope so. At the very least, we'll have a good chance at it." Zirul nods.
Dagon’s Jaws consist of a pair of rocky islands southwest of Motaku Isle. Big Jaw, the larger western island has a peak elevation of almost 300 feet above sea level. The smaller isle, Little Jaw, rises no more than 60 feet above sea level (with 50 feet of that height consisting of the island’s cliff shoreline). A rocky, relatively shallow (never more than 30 feet deep) three-quarter-mile channel known as Dagon’s Gullet divides them.
"Let's check out the little island first", Bjorkus rumbles. "Wouldn't want it to feel neglected."
"Remember, it's not the size of the island. It's the motion of the ocean," the half elf comments during the course of preparations.
Along the southwest shore of Little Jaw lies a deep inlet that cuts a narrow cleft deep into the stony cliffs. There is a gaping mouth into a cavern that is quite navigable, climbing almost 10 feet above the water in a cathedral-like arch.
Beyond the cave entrance lies a vast cavern with a natural cathedral-like roof. Pieces of dozens of ships into the cave, transforming the interior into a chaotic graveyard of rotting derelicts draped with sea kelp like fetid cocoons. Despite the changing tides, the sickly green water stinks of death. During the day, only a few rays of sunlight penetrate from the outside world. However you do notice that there seem to be four mostly complete ships in here.
Luthor, Kal, and Zirul notices watery forms coming towards the party as two lacedons a.k.a water ghouls rise up. Behind them are three strange looking undead that you have never seen before.
Luthor casts Barkskin on Bjorkus.
Kal will cast Barkskin on himself.
The two lacedons charge and each attack one of the front line.
But they both miss. The other undead swim forward.
Luthor pops a lacedon right on the mouth.
And it crumbles to dust and Luthor moves forward.