7/17 AM; Mitch, Thomas, Rontor
Mustering our strength for our coming battle against Watt, we started at Mackerel Jack’s and found out that the Keltezarian slavers, who were gonna sell to Watt before his loss in power, have since decided to sell to Solo for his slave pits. We all agreed that taking out the slavers was a much more noble of a cause.
After gathering as much information we could and spending most of our coin on simple weapons, we set sail for Solo’s “staging” island. When we got there however… we found that the island is a natural fortress with a single entrance for ships and 40’ cliffs all around. We dingied in with all our weapons and climbed scaled the cliffs and hauled the weapons up the side.
TKWIII and I were overwhelmed at first at the sight of 3000lbs of weapons in bundles and a 7 mile journey through very rough terrain. My math isn’t stellar, but I was figuring that it was going to take us three days to get all the weapons to where we needed it. I was trying to figure out how much I should reasonably carry and not fall too far behind when I realized TKWIII was already the slowest. TKWIII moved at a rate 1/2 of what Rontor did when they are both holding a normal pace. I have seen some sights in my day, but nothing quite prepared me for seeing Rontor cast three spells on himself through wands, pick up two-thirds of all the weapons and then take off like a shot into the woods. I quickly realized it was fruitless for TKWIII and I to even carry anything as Rontor was going to need to grab another load. It was nice the TKWIII already had his armor off from the climb as he and I would not have been able to catch Rontor to tell him to slowdown if the knight’s armor was still on. It is kind of funny to think of it now that that Rontor was going to end up carrying the knights armor just so the knight to move 3/5’s of the rate as the short dwarf. Not once did the dwarf ever sound out of breath, but the big burly knight was huffing and puffing as bad as I was. Once we reached our “staging area” TKWIII started unpacking the weapons, Rontor went back for the second load and I started scouting to get a good lay of the land and formulate a plan. We sat for a while, admiring the extravagant docking system that we assume was built by gnomes. Devising a way to disable the docks and method for turning the boat around, waited for the ships to unload slaves, the sprung into action.
We freed and armed the slaves causing a chaotic melee, and quickly dispatched the orcs and attacked the slavers, Rontor took a beating attempted valiantly to destroy a caster only to be beat down by his bodyguards. Said caster then turned to me, used his magic to paralyze my body, leaving me to be cut down viciously.
Next thing I know, the ship has pulled itself from the docks and is rocking violently against the cliffs and Thomas Kingsley Wright III, is slowly but surely cutting down the slavers and Rontor is zombified and beating the tar out of the casters. I rushed to the helm to attempt to hold it steady enough for Thomas to jump back onto the docks, Told zombie Rontor to grab the bodies of the casters and get back to Vondra’s island, then skillfully, acrobatically and effortlessly flung myself onto the dock. We recovered a ship and around 1,000 slaves.