Leaving the remaining crew with their ship, we (the Elf, the Woman, and I) set in search of a nearby town to aide us with our beached ship. Amazingly, by some cruel twist of fate, we were reunited with the rest of our party who had foolishly followed a ghost into a forest in the darkness of night. Somehow, they managed to ditch the ghost and pick up a couple of lizard-men in exchange. And then to get out of the woods, for some reason, we had to get an egg from a monstrous bird for some some old shaman. So after a trudging march through a swamp, he finally found the old swamp hermit of a shaman, who ended up only eating this egg.
The next thing I know, we had to retrieve a staff in order to get out of this sty. I’m not sure why. It was probably some absurd promise made by the Girl or the Paladin, which, of course, included several more hours of pushing through swampland. It was dark and foggy, smelling of swamp gas, and of course, up to our wastes in swamp water the entire way. And just about the worst part of this place, is that nothing dies from getting a sword through it. The next guy we had to fight was no exception. Apparently, his only weakness was to smash a stone.
We rested up at an abandoned village, then proceeded out, leaving the Elf to rest as we promised. The Paladin insisted we followed him rather than heading straight into the swamp, and the guy lead up to another My-Only-Weakness-is-Smashing-My-Rock-Guy, so we turned back to the village. That’s when we heard a scream. Some girl was being bothered by a couple of thugs. Heroically, I saved her. In return, she took us to her village, where her elderly grandmother put us up for the night. They both insisted that the ruler over these parts, some Jorb Guy, would have it.
The next morning, we were confronted by some guards who took us to their Lord. The food and lodging at his mansion were much more accommodating than what the old hag had to offer. Because all Paladins can never let anything go, ours ended up in a fight with one of the Jorb Guy’s slave-owning soldiers. I’m pretty sure most of his elite guards owned slaves, and I knew the Paladin could take the guy, so I sat back to watch the excitement. Our Paladin won the fight, and I managed to win a slave from a little wager I made. Mister Paladin though, he won ten slave girls.
I made an attempt to recover this staff from Jorb’s mansion that night. The Girl was willing to assist me, but the Paladin decided to pass and waste his night away drinking and chatting it up with Jorb. The Elf happened upon this place, as well. I knew he’d find us. After a fire mysteriously broke out in the kitchen, the two of us decided it was best to return to our rooms, now that too many people were running around to operate effectively. The next morning, we returned to the village because Jorb insisted that the old hag probably had it.
Indeed, she did. It turns out this old hag was a witch who had conjured up some ghostly creatures in attempt to rid of us. She was only able to conjure two of these things before I valiantly pushed her down a well to her death. And there, at the bottom of the well, right beside her body, was the staff. We managed to recover it and return to the old swamp shaman.
Leaving the shaman’s shack with the Elf, we made our way back to the ship. The Captain and his remaining crew member were fine. After a short while, everyone else arrived, including Jorb and the girl from the swamp. With Jorb’s engineering skills, we got the ship loose and the cargo of wood made it to the Capitol safely.