The Axel Foley School of Diplomacy

1 Feb. 2007 -- Another adventure, another arm-twist from the Mages' Guild to send us to some dangerous island. But it's not giant bugs on some bizarre lump of jungle -- no, this time it's a more civilized place, where an important librarian may or may not have become possessed by some unknown entity. Possessed again, that is, in some sort of demonological relapse. Re-possessed, if you will.

So we made it into port a bit behind schedule and started looking for our contact, only to find him being strong-armed toward the dock by a tough-looking press gang. My bard decided to earn his keep and create a distraction; he loudly and faux-drunkenly approached one of the press gang, borrowing heavily from Eddie Murphy's lines in the strip club in Beverly Hills Cop. Between this and a Mass Daze spell from Michael's ellyllon mage, the rest of the group were able to take position and strike pretty much all at once. Down went the press gang, and we suffered not so much as a single bruise. Not bad for an opening act.