Marco... Polo!

5 September 2007-

We spent most of this week's session with our PCs trying to find each other after the wreck of the orc pirate ship. Some people washed ashore on one beach, some on another, and two of us were still aboard the ship- including Bruce's centaur, who was chained to the deck.

While trying to regroup, we quickly rediscovered the dangers involved in fighting unarmored, as Jeff took some serious damage fighting an armed orc with a piece of driftwood. We also discovered that the slaver ship appears to have made it through the gate after us, although they evidently went a few rounds with the Drow man-o-war ("elf-o-war?") before escaping. We even discovered some local wildlife- some kind of carnivorous flying "manta-pede" thing about the size of a large dog and every bit as friendly as it looks. At least they don't appear big enough to actually carry any of us off, except for eMike's Ellyllon.

At the end of the night, the ship-bound PCs had recovered all of our stuff, met up with our other fellow prisoners, and made it to the beach with a little pirate loot in tow as a bonus. Regrouped and re-armed, we are now at least a little more prepared to reconnoiter the island, and hopefully to find a way back home. There's always that slaver ship, as a start...