Shadow isn’t much to me. Seems like an OK guy. Tends to keep to himself from what I can tell. Anyway, the boss wants us to case the Jaundiced Jellyfish.
Sounds like a loser place to me and very likely no reward in it at all. Most likely some flee bitten wenches and old scabby bartender owner serving up watered down drinks and bad jokes.
So Shadow and I head down there. Only it aren’t what I expect, no. Its actually kinda nice. A family of Halflings named the Clappets own it. Husband and wife. The place seems like you’ve always been there. Even the loud and annoying body guard they’ve hired for security seems to fit the place.
However, this Randoon character is a bit off putting. He constantly talks about the woods and back home and being a shaman. He seems to follow the Goliath around as if he’s lost in a fog.
The Goliath is funny. He talks like he’s stupid but there is a brightness behind his eyes. He’s so much nicer than Bedros Bedros that I can’t take my eyes off of him. I keep expecting him to use his size to try to leverage an advantage over me. He’s strange.
He really hates Pirates too. Apparently, there is reason to fear that some pirates will be coming here to settle an issue with Cordoroy.
When the Pirates come I can tell everyone is scared. My own sense of smallness kicks in. But I know something that the rest don’t seem to fully understand. I try to convey a sense they shouldn’t be afraid but I don’t know the words or how to convey the feeling. The best way I know is to just put the Pirates to the sword.
So as Corduroy charges out into the street to meet the pirates I shoot out running past him and lay down a barrage of knives aiming only for their eyes. Several of these pathetic individuals go down with the slick metal shafts of the throwing blades just barely sticking out of their skulls. A couple of others dodge or get lucky and the just temporarily blinded. As Shadow slinks into the fight another goes down and soon the rest of the pirates run off.
Randoon looks down at me and says, “That was amazing.” As he makes hand jesters in the air trying weekly to imitate the techniques I used. I just smile and shrug, “A lot of practice.”
As we return to the Inn there is a bit of a celebration. However, as the evening begins we learn some dire news. A local baker has been kidnapped by the pirates. Corduroy is enraged, “Pirates have kidnapped the baker. We need to save the baker.”
So off we head in the dark of night to the ship where these pirates have her.
I get caught up in the big man’s anger and propelled along with him. He is so friendly and accepting but yet so courageous and brave I can’t help it. This feeling of euphoria is a bit intoxicating and soon I find that I’ve jumped onto one of the ships with him and am going to toe to toe with these pirates. As I get knocked overboard into the water I wake up. I’m a killer not a fighter I remind myself. Use my size to my advantage, I mutter to myself.
Soon we have the pirates either dead or running as most of the party musters on one side of the ships and we take down the weaker members of the crew.
Over the next couple of days I keep trying to find ways to impress everyone. We find ourselves hired by a book worm kind of guy. He is paying well so we go for it. Shadow works a good deal with him.
As time goes on I realize that this group is starting to change. Randoon seems to be realizing his own goals. Before too long I find that I am thinking of these guys as closer to me than the guild.