Wild:43 Two or Three Timing

Starring: Bo, Fuelwen & Splat, Brilla, TskTsk
Guest Starring: Jayde, Ethyl, The Lord (Rakshasa), "I won't give you power over me with my name" Satyr
Challenge: Trusted Lieutenant (Kobold Sorcerer Evoker 10), Jalek(Halfing Divine Mind 10), Lurk 6 x 6, Mooks
Location: Moonless Island, Fuulyoo Island
Date Played: 12 Aug 2010

Plotting Revenge

Fuelwen: Robbed. We were robbed. I do not take such things lightly. Still, we are not exactly welcome on Moonless. We need to find a nearby port to put in and make repairs.

Hideaway on Fuulyoo Island

Fuelwen: The nearest minor island is truly minor. Nothing more than a spit of land and a few trees. And lots of fey. I hate fey, and they continue to earn my ire. Upon landing, we were greeted by satyrs. Tsk'Tsk let them talk him into some fool challenge, which ended with him ensorselled to sleep while pixies painted his face. Splat went lacquer diving, which had a similar effect on it.

Essentially, they got what they deserved. Of course, the fey then decided to spread the mayhem. I was… compelled… to pick flowers and dance and sing songs. It was terrible. Once we were freed of the effects, we finished repainting the boat and made our way back to Moonless.

TskTsk: Upon landing on the island we were met by a satyr, to whom I off-handedly commented that I was stronger than he was. He took the bait and challenged me to a contest of arm wrestling. I flexed and sat down, promptly falling into a magically deep slumber. When I awoke no one was around and I was decorated in fey war paint. Was I to fight?

I tracked my companions to a field, where they were gaily dancing and laughing and picking flowers, even Fuelwen. I asked why he was doing this and through laughter he strained to explain that they were enchanted.

Diplomacy?

Fuelwen: An assault, against even a weakly fortified target, when that target is ensconced in unfriendly territory is a difficult assault to make. We cased The Lord's home, and plotted our assault. We felt that a surprise assault, executed under cover of night, would give us the best chance to bypass the guards.

TskTsk: If planning were the sea this clutch would drown in it. They talk and talk and talk. A good plan now is better than a perfect plan when it is too late.

You dirty rat…

Fuelwen: We wanted a distraction. Brilla fished around the village looking for malcontents that could stage a riot, and we discovered that The Lord was overwhelmingly popular, and was viewed as the best chance against the lycanthropes.

So, she found lycanthropes. Rats. They, of course, did what rats do- they sold us out to The Lord. We learned of this because one of their members sold them back out to us. Vile creatures.

We moved the time of the attack, and decided to postpone it even further. The Lord mooted the entire thing by finding us. He claimed that his treasury had been violated. He gave us a valuable cloak in lieu of the money we were owed, and promised us the actual sum, and more, if we were to capture the thief responsible for the counterfeit coins.

He was very convincing. We went to the trusted leftenant's haunt to case plot our next move.

TskTsk: I did not trust the Lord but did not want to pass on the opportunity for some action. I want to test out these strange new weapons I've purchased.

Battle in the Square

🎲 DM I boobooed. The Divine Mind's aura granted +3 attack/damage/AC/DR -- I was only giving a 2. Moot, though.

Approach In Peace

Fuelwen: This trusted leftenant did have a private army. As we approached the tavern, his official guards challenged us. Several others were concealed among the buildings, and closed.

Talking failed, and the battle ensued. I joined it eagerly.

TskTsk: I kept to the shadows as things unfolded, waiting for the clutch mother's permission to strike. These humans have poor eyesight, as I was able to climb on the roof and back down while waiting for battle to ensue.

The Battle Turns South (AKA, Deafness all 'round)

Fuelwen: The odds were not in our favor, but the battle went well- at least until this leftenant used his powers to afflict most of the school with a variety of ills- stunning, deafness, knockdowns. The sorcerer's carelessness cost him though- the Divine Mind running his defenses was struck by an errant attack and decided to join us in fighting him.

The leftenant escaped.

TskTsk: As the battle raged I was enchanted by magic that dulled all of my senses, rendering me impotent in the battle. I believe that Fuelwen has passed his curse on to me.

Jalek Turns

🎲 DM Jalek surrendered/assisted-with-finishing as the sorcerer ran away. He pleads mercy and promises to leave service of the island and go elsewhere. Resolution?

Fuelwen: This Jalek is not our quarry. I am not here to paint the streets red with the blood of all who oppose me. Not yet, anyway. I could not care less what he does, so long as he doesn't raise arms against our school again.

TskTsk: I am opinionless. The clutch mother can decide.

Rewards

• Wiki edit: ? (Fuelwen, TskTsk)
• Loot: 6 lurks (MW Composite Longbow [+1 Str], MW Chain Shirt, MW Halberd each)
• Money exchanged: 4,875*2=9,750gp. +200 gp to Jayde for services straightening out the treasury.

Reminders:

• TskTsk bought a strengthy composite longbow
• 1 dose "wrinkle cream" to Bo
• Ship repainted; named Tumbler
• Bo has a baby myconid "sappling"