Back to the Port!
Good Morning my beautiful Bleguxians. Since our last visit, our beautiful group of criminal misfits have been up to some oh so delicious trouble. They did happen to find their fearless leader while in Fugitive Reach....unfortunately in the process they also released some of the big bags that we were all happy were locked away there. Some names you all probably remember; like Bento Bayou, Hugo Strong, and Clarence Oestwilde. So those will be issues for this chaotic continent we all call home, but nonetheless problems for later. Prison break aside, the group was able to do well in their battle, even if it was a battle that the Pathfinder set up for them and was not at all necessary. But we all know how he gets when it comes to doing his “real world training opportunities”.
Getting out of the prison and being lucky enough that a new person who seems to be joining the group (I have decided we will be calling him Ice Spice) came with his own boat, the rest of our friends were able to sail away to safety. While on the boat, The Boyscout fell into one of his panic attacks (silently this time at least) while his sister Flower Child pumped him with lavender. Sir Slithers-A-Lot was off doing his normal not so normal activities while Mr. Moody Mech questioned the Pathfinder (as he tends to do).
Their path back to Fair Isle Port seemed like it was going to go smoothly until a random storm rolled in on the boat, bringing a crash of lightening down on the boat in the shape of a hunking Aasimar man. This God Send (seemingly literally) had a bone to pick with a particular Mrs. Mittens (who apparently knew something about his sisters death, but that was too dangerous to get close enough to get the tea for). While still a tense situation, it seems everything was able to be handled “mostly” civilly. The Thunderbolt from the heavens left after having a conversation and he only ALMOST sunk the boat.
Anyway, our party of intriguing misfits can see Fair Isle Port on the horizon, and they are right in time for the Festival of Champions now that we know the Fair Isle Mariners have won the Carpe Vexillum tournament. At least the party will get some rest before they inevitably find their way into more trouble. Until the next time i can write all of you lovelies on the escapades of this group, always remember: In whispers we trust, until our next rendezvous!
