Day 360 10:20 AM The party, having arrived in the Sunken Plaza, planned to take the shortest method to the Beggarbriar. Nico summoned three air elementals, which picked up the party and flew swiftly up and out of the limestone channels. The region to the north – the dry docks, from the distance appeared to be busy while shipwrights were hard at work and guards patrolled to keep the riff-raff at bay. Passing beyond the rocky bluff surrounding the Beggarbriar, the city stench was cloying. There was a strong mixture of smells: of glues, tars, open refuse pits, cesspools, close-built shanties made of driftwood and old ships. The region was a wasteland of work zones, shanties and cordoned off slave pens.
The party landed in the center of the slave pens where there was an inner ring of more solid, permanent wood structures. The slave-masters and lieutenants fled at the sign of the party arriving via air elemental.
Temujin and Damiano introduced as the new Hurricane King were greeted by the remaining impertinent slave-handlers. Some were Mwangi, but none knew of the King in Yellow. Their surly demeanor changed abruptly when the party started questioning one of their members, while being dangled over the ground by one of the air elementals. Nico summoned earth elementals to ordered them to review below ground for any signs of stelae or passageways. The fellow being questioned while more compliant now, didn’t have the answers the party was looking for. One young woman, a half-orc named Callie Mora suggested the camp master, one Goat Tongue, in yonder cottage may be of help. The party let her go to his hut and she slipped indoors. Damiano and Ray moved up to the doorway, Damiano sliced the door off it’s hinges – he could see Callie Mora just beyond the threshold talking to an old Mwangi gentleman. The fellow said but a word and the party saw the cottage sprout legs and rise up off the ground and start moving away. Nico tasked his elementals to chase down and halt the cottage that was ambling away. Damiano leaped up to the doorway, holding onto the frame. Hanging there he saw the old man side step into the corner – again he said a short phrase and disappeared.
Temujin cast Dispel Magic upon the cottage, where it’s legs went limp and retracted under the hut. Nico’s elementals cast the hut sideways to the dirt. Ray moved in and determined that there were no traps opened up a chest of papers – sheaves of papers and titles of ownership of the nearby, penned slaves. As the party converged upon the overturned cottage a roar broke out behind them.
Five large lumbering apelike monsters with blood-red fur, twisted horns, and a hideous fanged orifice set in the center of their chests smashed through the wall of a building and made for the party. While a huge towering, corpulent beast, that had the hideous head of a boar and arms ending in fatty, four-fingered hands smashed out of another building and flew at the party. Nico split up the elementals to engage the ape-like beasts, called baregara. Nico recognized the demon called a nalfeshnee. Ray closed in on the demon and they traded blows. While the apes tried to grapple their foes and pull them close to the maws in the center of their chests, the party and the elementals stayed clear. The party slowly extracted itself out of the Goat Tongue’s hut and engaged the beasts about the slave market. It was a slow slog of a battle as both monsters proved resistant to Temujin’s magics but their claws were taking it’s toll upon Ray. The elementals and beasts barely scratched at each other. An orange nimbus radiated from the nalfeshnee dazing two of the elementals.
Ray Lan, weak on his feet was healed by Father Pyrlig and Nico’s newly summoned deva. The party slowly ground down the attacking creatures until their massive bodies fell over in heaps. Two were successfully turned to stone by Temujin’s Prismatic Spray and the final foe, fell into a deep slumber, until it was sent to a more death-like sleep from the party’s coup-de-grace.
The party collected itself. Most of the slave-masters had fled in the sight of so many beasts duking it out in the center of their compound. Callie Mora had been trapped in the hut with all the rumpus going on just outside. The party gathered her near. Mittens had pored over the magical runes on the floor of Goat Tongue’s hut and discerned the word of power to activate it. However, it was a small gate and only a single person could stand upon it at one time.
The party would need to consider their next steps carefully before proceeding.
[end of session 186]