Session 2 Recap: An excerpt from the diary of Ex, translated from Primordial. (Febuary10th, 2017) After the events which took place on the Deadwood Isles, we had left port with the intention of heading back to the Glistering Isle, home and base of operations of Wumbar Frusk. With the task assigned to us done, it should have been a simple matter for our group to head back and for me to resume my terribly boring stay with the fat man ... However, it seemed as though our captain; captain no-beard, had other plans. It was requested of Crow to hand over the sending-snail and the lovable oaf complied without question, actually managing to feel surprised when our captain cracked the poor snail's shell, rendering it unusable. Crow stared dumb-founded for a moment, before proceeding to wrap his big clawed hand atop the captain's bald head, demanding an explanation for his actions. This, was Crow's usual modus operandi, the strong fighter not having a particular knack for words clearly . But to be fair, his boorish methods had actually yielded results this once! The captain's tongue was loosened and he quickly revealed that he was in possession of a treasure map, his plan being to take a detour from our voyage home and go in search of this treasure, allegedly the treasure left behind by the pirate Hellian Hack. Deschain - greedy little thing that he is - was all for the idea! Nala, feeling unwell, had gone bellow deck and heard nothing of this plan, while Crow seemed interested in the possible acquisition of a treasure. I was impartial, though the concept of supplementary wealth was not an unattractive one for me, I was concerned that our delayed return to the Glittering Isle may put Crow in jeopardy since he was meant to be my handler, of sorts. As such, I questioned Crow over whether pursuing this alleged treasure was a wise decision, but ultimately; left the decision to him.The obsidian-scaled dragonborn deciding that he wished to pursue this treasure, so after stopping the sailors from attacking the meditating Dorn, our ship changed course and headed in the direction the captain's map had shown. I also collected the sending snail with the broken shell, feeling pity for the poor little thing and recognising him for the innocent martyr that he was! I would nurse the poor thing back to health. I would also name him Say-say. (As a side note, the sending snail looks simply marvellous now that some lacy frills have been added to his shell!) We were not long on this new course before coming across two vessels on the horizon. At first we thought little of them, and our captain no-beard suggested that even pirates did not pose too much of a threat as we were flying the flag of Wumbar Frusk (a hideous flag though it was, Frusk's flag offered some protection against the pirates of the region). We would stay our course and hope to sail past the two vessels without trouble, but upon closer inspection, we would see that the pirate ships' flags bore a distinct mark: A bushy, red, beard. My breath caught in that moment, my chest feeling vacant and cold as I recognised the symbol of the flag. I recalled the horrors endured in the presence of a cruel Pirate, as that flag was the symbol of captain Redbeard the merciless. I spared not a moment, grasping the captain by his coat and persuading him to change course immediately! Urging him to hide our craft after calling out that this was unmistakably, the fleet of the pirate Redbeard. Our small vessel changed course, but just as the captain had given the order to avoid confrontation with the other fleet Deschain spoke up, declaring the crew of dwarves cowards for avoiding battle.Once more our small vessel would turn towards Redbeard's fleet, this cycle repeating several times as (at our prompting) the captain proved incapable of making a final decision. All the while the chances of being spotted by Redbeard and his immoral crew were increasing and I could not chance our survival any longer, which as I saw it; hinged on whether or not we could escape this pirate. Dsechain and Crow would foolishly disagree, so moving swiftly, I drew a dagger and put it to the captain's throat, putting him between myself and Crow and Dsechain in the process! Nala and Dorn were bellow deck, but the demonic little Deschain seemed HELL BENT on putting us into a confrontation with Redbeard the cruel! So much so that he cast fog cloud; presumably with the intention of separating me from the captain who I regrettably had to hold hostage, but I would not allow him the chance he requred. It would seem that Deschain was unaware, that as a noble Triton I have the innate ability to summon a gust of wind an ability which I used to dispel his fog cloud immediately. Crow drew out his crossbow, Dsechain stood with his otter companion and waited, the three of us "allies" and the captain remaining thusly - each in our tense pose. Not until our ship had ventured far enough from from those of Redbeard the cruel would I finally stow my dagger, smiling charmingly as I always did before the bald and beardless captain so rudely kicked us three down to a lower deck. I don't see what he was so flustered about, I did apologise for holding a dagger to his throat, and I had just saved our entire crew from the wiles of Redbeard the merciless! But no matter, my mood was not hinging on the opinion of a little hairless dwarf in any case. And the wicked Deschain would have his chance for battle after all, since the very next day we saw yet another pirate ship on the horzon! Having weathered the danger of captain Redbeard only the prior day, we decided to risk hailing this, unknown pirate vessel. Luckily, our gamble payed off! When who should walk onto our small ship's deck but captain Lanis Lanister, the very first creature I had interacted with upon coming onto dry land! True, Lanis had also been the one audacious enough to sell me as a slave of all things in the first place, but I had actually quite enjoyed travelling with the high-elf captain. I went over to his vessel for a rather splendid dinner, after some convincing for my frustrating shadow, Crow, to stay behind on our own ship. I returned the next morning, as promised, bringing delicious food for the crew and my fellows as well as a generous gift from captain Lanis. (At this point I was utterly unaware of it, but Deschain had attempted to talk captain no-beard into sailing away without me! The nerve, I almost regret bringing back some fruit for the otter, hmph!). With some quick negotiations (and a rather revolting sailing custom requiring me to spit in my own hand!) an agreement was reached between myself and no-beard: The speed sail Lanis had gifted me with would be used for our vessel, as a loan, which would possibly disguise our detour from Frusk. In return, I would be taught how to steer the ship and of course at the end of our journey get my speed-sail back. And it had proved its usefulness on the ship immediately, getting us all to our destination in only one day instead of the 7 which was originally required, finally bringing us to where the treasure of Hellian Hack was meant to have been buried. The waters about the volcanic island we were brought to proved treacherous however, spiked rocks littered about the water, obscured dangerously by fog. At the captain's recommendation I had been willing for our group to swim the rest of the way to land, Crow (as ever before) disagreed with me, insisting that I instead use my race's ability to summon a gust which would blow away the fog. Not having the energy to argue with Crow again, I complied, the fog being dissipated by the summoned wind and so our vessel was allowed to get closer to the island. Rather unfortunately, before our incompetent captain could get us to shore even AFTER I had wasted my limited magic for the day, our ship came under attack by some squid looking creatures. Without needing to go into unnecessary detail, suffice to say that my valiant heroics were enough to stave off the attacking creatures (though the others helped a little, I suppose...) the squid which had survived along with their MUCH larger relative, retreating back to whatever dark crevice they called their home. Relieved that the battle was over, having been pulled under the water by the large creature during the struggle, I let our a breath and relaxed on the ebbing waves leaving my body to float in the water. It had been so long since I'd had the chance to swim, even that served as a welcome little comfort. My bodyguard and jailer would not have it however... I still now remember how that one-sided conversation went: As soon as the battle was over Crow moved to the edge of the boat, shouting the demand "Get back on the boat now! " I found this rudeness trying, lazily lifting my hand out of the water and waving it dismissively as my only explanation was "I have not had the chance to swim in more than a week, let me rest for five minutes." But Crow would not be reasoned with. He drew out his crossbow and pointed it in my direction, repeating his command from earlier. I scoffed, though in reality was thoroughly displeased. Crow had been drawing that same weapon at me quite frequently of late, and his disregard for my freedom was beginning to grate on my nerves! "Are you going to shoot me Crow?" I mocked, "I won't say it again, get on the boat." was his only response. I had had enough. Sparing the dragonborn only one disdainful look, I dove into the murky water with the intention of giving him a scare, something to remind the dragonborn that I was playing nice for his benefit, not for fear of him or Frusk! I would call his bluff, or so I thought, never imagining that someone like Crow would actually shoot. A searing pain ran straight to my very core, the bolt that was fired clearly not any ordinary ammunition, as it had brought me face to face with death's door! Had it not been for a stroke of pure luck, I have no doubt that the shot would have been fatal. I had misjudged Crow, misjudged him just as I had misjudged so many land walkers before him, as I actually thought he was someone I might consider my ally, rather than just another heartless thug for Frusk! In my terror I had clung to the bottom of the ship after my dive, staring at the bolt which had so damaged me, dumbfounded. Had it not been for Dorn, kind Dorn! I would have likely stayed there frozen to the spot for a great deal longer. The Lizardfolk had helped me back on deck though, me in my fear declaring that I would come peacefully provided that no more shots were fired! Yet again the cruelty against me became apparent, as both Crow AND Deschain tried to take the bolt away from my shaking fingers! There was a brief struggle, before that accursed bolt ended up in captain no-beard's grubby hands. Our entire team was held at crosbow-point, even poor Nala being brought up on deck to share our fate, a cannon being turned on Crow and Triton preserve me: right then I was so scared and furious with him that I'd wished the sailors would fire on the dragonborn. Deschain - who from our party was on the best terms with the squirmy little captain - secured us each a cut from the treasure if we were able to procure it, followed by our party all ending up in the water in some form or another. We were to swim to the island, secure the treasure, and light a fire on the shore to signal for the captain to return for us. The island was in sight by the time I could even begin to think clearly again, Crow far behind the rest of us since he could swim the slowest. I still could not believe it; Crow had shot me! I had been foolish enough to show him some margin of trust, and he had actually shot me with some - slaying bolt! By all rights I should be dead, hollow and destroyed and dead! The point where the bolt had stuck me was still festering, though it was my own stupidity that I fretted over since I had been so misguided as to trust Crow, one of Frusk's faceless, heartless thugs! And now, I would be stuck on an island with him, what was I supposed to do!? (Whoo boy that Ex sure does write a lot... His diary is full of fluff like this, it would probably be best if we never translated any of it ever again.)