For the first time in roughly two weeks I, Ominicus Numa, get a full nights sleep. Instead of waking up to guards kicking me, I wake up to kuo-toa children playing. I am camped out on the top most shack that overlooks the Shrine of the Deep Father in Sloobludop. From here I see the city come alive.
Among the newcomers to the city are a jovial rock gnome woman and a group of duergar slavers with their “wares”. There is no disease in the Underdark worse than slavery! I slip into the crowd and follow the slavers to their market. My first instinct is to pounce, but rationality tells me this is a fight I would not win.
I pretend to inspect the slaves and try to slip Jimjar’s dagger to the dragonborn among them, but the fool of a lizard drops the knife. Needless to say the duergar are not happy about this. Their greed pacifies them though when I ask prices. I cannot save them all, but perhaps I can pull one of them from a life of servitude in a foreign land. Unfamiliar with the cost of a slave, the dragonborn is easily out of my price range.
Among the slaves is an elf woman and an elf child. The gray dwarves tell me the elf child is a mere 500 gold. I ask the woman whom I later found out was named Arara if she would like to stay with her daughter or if she would like me to get her back to the surface. She tells me to rescue her daughter.
I offer the slavers several of my bigger gems which they accept. Little do they know, but these are the cursed gems I pried from the spider statue back in Velkynvelve. And so I purchase the elf girl, Fara.
About this time Sender approaches me with Stool in tow. I pretend not to know them, but they come close enough for Stool to spore me, so that I am reconnected with everyone telepathically.
I begin walking back toward the Deep Shrine content to wait for my comrades faux sacrifice. I doubt if they will be pleased with me for adding another liability to our entourage. Speaking of them, on the walk back I notice several of them piddling about the market and slave pen. I also notice a duergar following me.
I am not in the mood for this and I ask Sender to cover me. I am certainly not in the mood to be shaken down, but the options he gives me are to be brought back to the drow or bribe him. What ensues is not my proudest moment. In short, I tell him to piss off and in return he stabs me with a poisoned blade and robs me. I am not conscious to see it, but later Sender apologizes for running away. I accept his apology because this is what I expect by now.
The smug fucking duergar is casually having a drink at a nearby tavern with my money when I come to. I march up to him, bloodied but unbowed, and ask him his name. His name is Murghoul. I tell the dwarf cocksucker that I will find him one day.
Fortunately, Fara has not run off. Walking back to the shrine, I give her a dagger and tell her if anyone at all tries to hurt her to use that. My ego is as bruised as my body. I sit, sulk, and nap until it is almost dusk.
Meanwhile Frank and Durvis Dundertrot get it in their head that they should bring a sacrifice of their own and go to buy one of the remaining slaves. In a squabble over prices – maybe? Sometimes thoughts don’t come in clearly over the myconid connection – the duergar slavers are murdered by the kuo-toa guards. Instead of a slave, Frank and Durvis take a surviving duergar to sacrifice.
Not wanting to be part of the sacrifices, I scout the docks and decide the duergar slaver boat is now mine. I run into Daynore awkwardly hitting on the rock gnome, Loopmottin. He convinces her that she would be safer on this boat with us because of the implication.
Daynore and I exchange a “We could leave if we wanted to right now?” conversation. We agree that we will wait at the docks for our comrades, but if things go poorly we will take the Loopmottin and Fara and get out of here on one of the smaller boats.
The time of the sacrifice comes. Our comrades go marching to what I assume will be their demise. I have no doubt that Sender will flee though when it gets too heavy and I hope Stool will follow.
From where I am on the docks, I cannot see what is happening much and I have long since lost the connection to Stool. I see some sort of haze that is making people go crazy. I see fish people jumping in the water. I hear screams. I pickpocket a random dock worker. FIsh demons start eating people in the water. A squid demon starts squiggling its arms in our faces. Everyone is running. I may be mistaken, but I think I see Durvis smeared in blood screaming to dark gods at the Shrine of the Deep Father.
I light a torch to work as a beacon for Sender. Daynore and I direct one of the fleeing kuo-toa on the boat in case we need help on the Dark Lake. Soon after, the rest of our group makes it to the boat and we shove off.
Not ones to turn down an opportunity, we park the boat near the edge of Sloobludop and agree to meet back in five minutes. Sender and Stool stay with the boat. Most of the rest run off to grab what they can. Fara and I try to find her mother but to no avail. We all meet back at the boat at the agreed time and shove off.
Some of us have done unspeakable things to get where we are. We do not have a plan. Hell, most of us do not even like each other. But we are free.
(Leveled up to 3)