We sailed in downtime towards the island settlement of Dundalk, a pirate cove that our evidence pointed to as a strong point for the Assemblage. On arrival, the usually sneaky shadow organization just had a plain warehouse flying their flag at the end of the dock. They clearly felt secure here.
Our plan was to deliver the shipment of weird bug parts and goo as normal and observe their operation. This went off without a hitch, revealing that the warehouse was just a single big room with a marked off area in the center where all the stuff was stored. A large warrior, robed like the other Assemblage guys but clearly not the usual nerd, ran the operation with a couple of dorks in attendance.
Confident we'd seen what we could see by day there, we went off into town to gather intel. We discovered the island, as we suspected, was a confederation of independent pirate captains, all of whom were a little sour about the Assemblage's arrogance and assumed control of the settlement. One of these, Redbeard, was meeting with a flunky from the organization at the tavern we were in.
Slaid got the party goin' with some music while Sloane and Vylas drank and caroused. Gilfandel stayed inconspicuous to observe the other patrons for anything unusual. Some drunks bumped into Sloane one too many times so she started murdering them with her sword. Well, that escalated quickly. In an attempt to provoke a chaotic barfight, Vylas leapt from the bar into a group of men and punched them all to the ground.
While we didn't get the desired wild west style brawl, we did cause quite a distraction, enough for Gilfandel to introduce a little bit of Guygiss' Mouthwash into the Assemblage dork's drink. Sloane made friends with some Jutlanders that were impressed with her combat prowess against drunken morons while Vylas bought drinks for the guys he clubbed to show no hard feelings. The tavern for the most part went back to the party while bodies were dragged into the gutter or common grave or whatever this place did with people killed in bar fights. Pirate town, amirite?
Gilfandel noticed the Assemblage man drink his poison and start bleeding from the eyes and ears and nostrils and likely other places. Redbeard stood back, shocked, then scooped him and took him to the Assemblage warehouse. To the witnesses, it looked like Redbeard might have poisoned the guy. Slaid insisted we spread that rumor to upset the status quo and force confrontation between the factions here. We heartily agreed and set off to do just that, using our mercs and some of the fun girls to quickly disseminate that Redbeard was moving against the Assemblage, look out!
We didn't really give that plan time to develop because once we returned to our dock we noticed a kerfuffle around the warehouse. We investigated and learned the warehouse doors were warded and Redbeard was inside giving an ultimatum to the Assemblage about pay, playing games, and generally being tools. When he tried to leave they almost let him trigger the wards by giving a false password, but he wasn't some idiot and forced the dork next to him to give the right one or else.
When the door was opened, there was a call from inside for Redbeard to wait. This looked dicey so Slaid kicked it off, initiating our false flag attack on Redbeard's behalf. We stormed the building shouting to save Redbeard and death to the Assemblage and Attica, I forget what all else, killing the two dorks pretty easily but the big guy went down harder.
Gilfandel scuffed the apparent Teleportation Circle drawn in sand in the center of the room to prevent any reinforcements or escape and in short order the big guy was captured and Redbeard's reinforcements arrived to see us cheering his name and giving him all the credit. We successfully executed a regime change on the island, have a prisoner to interrogate, and a plan to ambush the Assemblage reinforcements expected in about a week. All in all, a solid victory for the uh... good guys?
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