Our brave group of adventurers were on their way to meet up with some street thugs to gather some more information on Veet, hopefully without having to pay them the hordes of gold we promised them. Upon our arrival we found that their spokesperson was Lagot Delphen of Fairhaven, a merchant of sorts who owned the two boats near us.
He offered up information in exchange for piloting his airboat to (some place I can’t remember). Fye decided however that taking him hostage was the quicker route to information and shifted to the looks of one of his henchmen to lure him away from his almost ended conversation with Crake Galt.
Once Lagot was under the grasp of Fye, all kinds of poop hit the fan. Fire and brimstone coming down from the skies! Rivers and seas boiling! Forty years of darkness! Earthquakes, volcanoes…The dead rising from the grave! Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together… mass hysteria! Well, not quite that bad, but you get the idea.
Anwen Pennent had us covered from the roof top and ended up “bear trappin” Lagot, which meant he just died slower. And by slower I mean 4 rounds instead of 1. And by slower I mean he was still dead.
Crake decided to take a break on the ship (Ryan left for work), and we
almost all died cause we had no heals. What’s Ryans penalty? In the end we killed most of them, scared off the rest, and didn’t get any information. But, hot damn! We’ve got an airship.