After dispatching 3 of the 6 birds the remaining flock exploded with fractal light leaving our party retching, dazed and confused.
Eventually sight slowly returned and I saw an unknown woman sitting nearby. As a group we stumbled about, eventually gathering to investigate murmurings to the north.
We secured our dinghy and rested, then set out to bring the hobo to justice.
The crabs, whose eccentric shells glowed with arcane symbols, rushed us only to become sushi on the lagoon floor and we recovered their hostage the raving hobo. In a cavern to the south we met 2 common fisher folk who had crawled down into the cave to fish the pitch.
Our next encounter with the crabs ended as quickly as it began when Adam called forth devilish tentacles to tear our foes assunder. As we continued we encountered a gruesome altar of dismemberment surrounded by 6 of the pollock people.
Cap’n shot true and showered us in oyster rock’fellr, as shells continued to block our earnest attacks.
A grenade from Cap’n eliminated the clams minions and we began our assault upon its flesh in earnest. After slappin’ clam for some time it is Bart who finally, aided by Bertha, sends our adversary squirting into its death throes.
Pirate Björk 