"Not technically, no... but yeah, I kinda can. Also, who says 'invis'? What are we, 'professional' adventurers?"
Slickjaw half-crouches, then turns and face Ace and Cyrdic.
"Can ya'll look away? Just for a second?"
Cyrdic rolls his eyes and turns around.
"alrighty than"
*turns around*
Hastily quaffing a blend extract, Slickjaw slinks to the shack and peeks inside.
Slickjaw slinks into the tent, and finds 3 creatures scattered around the area.
Still utterly silent, Slickjaw slips outside and informs Cyrdic and Ace of what he saw.
As he pulls out two flasks of alchemical fire to give to Cyrdic and Ace, Slickjaw says, "I can go in there and open with a flask of alchemical fire, then bolt out. When they follow, you and Ace put a flask in the doorway. Sound good?"
"Alright, but if those guys are resistant to fire, I guess we have to prepared for melee combat, than."
"Alright. Hide, then look away again for like 10 seconds."
Once they are finished, Slickjaw then goes back to the doorway (stealthily) and checks to see if he can get all of them with one flask.
"Sounds like a plan." says Cyrdic.
"I have a bad feeling about this, but what else can we do?"
Slickjaw slips in, furtively glances about, and hurls a flask of alchemical fire at the closest thingy.
Slickjaw
Undead
Ace (on an average roll)
Undead
Undead
Cyrdic
Before heading outside, Slickjaw hurls a second flask at the same creature.
He then jukes outside and hides near the door.
The creature gets hit in the face by both flasks, and shrieks in fury, failing to stop the flames from spreading.
Angry, but afraid, it flops on the ground to douse the flames.
when its his turn, Ace goes up to the tent and pitches in a bottle.
Ace's attack takes the flaming undead in the face, melting through its skull and ending its thrashing permanently.
The creatures cackle with glee as the fresh meat walks into their abode, and they charge at him.
"C'mere, MEAT!" one of them yells as it bites at Ace.
"YUMMY!" yells the other, also biting at him.
Both miss in their excitement, doing little more than slobbering all over Ace.
Cyrdic runs in after his friend, and slashes his sword at the nearest one, cutting it clean in two.
Sighing, Slickjaw follows Cyrdic and stabs the only remaining thingy.
The creature shrieks in pain, but seems mostly unharmed by the puny attack. It does, however, glare at Slickjaw, its gaze promising doom, recognizing him as the one that set ablaze its companion.
Ace proceeds to take his scimitar and lunge at the creature.
The undead smiles at Ace's failure and then unloads on Slickjaw.
Cyrdic moves up and slashes at the creature, but misses.
Calmly juking the undead abomination, Slickjaw moves into flanking and stabs it again.
The Ghoul snaps at Slickjaw again, but misses because it sucks all the dick.
Slickjaw nimbly ducks behind it and jabs it with his sword, dropping it to the ground, lifeless.
"what were those things?"
"Bloody hell, Iunno. Old Man Bones never made any bastard like that."
Slickjaw looks around for any loot.
The group digs through the piles of refuse and looks around, before eventually entering a back room of sorts (really just another section of the tent partitioned off with cloth).
The back room contains a number of things, besides the copious amounts of revealing clothing scattered around.
-A leather hip flask (emblazoned with a crocodile) which contains a Potion of Cure Moderate Wounds.
-Three daggers (one of which is Masterwork).
-6 flasks of Alchemist's Fire in a chest.
-2 BARRELS of perfume (worth 25 gp each).
-A wedding dress inlaid with rubies and pearls (worth 400 gp).
-A whalebone corset with mother of pearl inlays (20 GP).
-12 silver hatpins, with obsidian gems (worth 5 gp)
-Assorted jewels worth a total of 307 gp.
-One Unconscious Orc.
Note: You don't technically have any of the gold to your inventory until you can get somewhere and sell this stuff.
However, since you won't be able to buy anything until that happens anyway, add 261 gp to your inventory (783 divided by 3).
Ace pokes at/checks the Orc to see if it is alive.
He is alive, just sleeping.
Wake him, Y/N?
Ace tries to wake him to see if the group can get a new minion/companion.
The orc wakes up, startled, and says...
"You...not want to eat me?"
"Dont worry, my toothy friend, the bad people are taken care of, we wont harm you in any way, we would like to know why you are on this island, though."
While the two ignoramuses make friends, Slickjaw picks up the alchemical fire and the masterwork dagger.
I'd probably better say something...
"Uh.. What's your name?"
"I am Jrahk. Was left here by captain, said he didn't need me anymore. Pale men find me, say they will eat me. I try to fight them, but they move too fast and capture me."
Jrahk stands up and stretches. "And who are you?"
"M'names Slickjaw."
You guys find evidence that these creatures used to be the ship's whores of a ship called the Infernus, but find no real details beyond that.
"I can join you, maybe? I am good at killing many things."
"Sure, yeah, whatever."
The newly formed squad move onward, finally making their way out of the muck of the Mire.
After a bit of walking, they make it to another beach, the one visible from the boat that would have made a safe landing point.
Towering palm trees stretch along a white sand beach for a mile or so, each around 50 feet high and crowned with a wide canopy of palms brimming with coconuts. Shattered coconuts litter the beach beneath three of the trees.
Coconut crabs scuttle around the area, most too tiny to make much of a meal, much less pose a threat to formidable adventurers such as yourselves.