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<blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 784789" data-attributes="member: 1210">The Chaos FleetThe rain is pouring down and the seas are swelling as our heroes approach the ships, and as the party crests a high wave they realize that there are not just a few ships, or a few dozen.&nbsp; Not even a few hundred.In fact, there are thousands of ships spread before them, vanishing off into the clear skies beyond the storm.&nbsp; Thousands of vessels of all kinds lay across the sea from horizon to horizon.&quot;Holy crap!&quot; says Lester.&nbsp; &quot;It must be Forinthia!&quot;&quot;I don't think so,&quot; Sheva says.&nbsp; &quot;They're too disorganized.&nbsp; Forinthians would be in formation.&quot;Indeed, the ships are of many different types, from Peshan light balsa warships to armored Strogassian hulks.&nbsp; Sheva spots a ship of giants; even stranger things lurk within.&nbsp; As the party continues to approach, a small vessel (just larger than a rowboat) drops from a forward vessel and starts approaching them.&quot;We can teleport or trump out of here,&quot; says the L.&quot;Let's see what they want,&quot; Zeebo says.&nbsp; &quot;And who they are.&nbsp; After all, they may be going somewhere important to us.&quot;As the small vessel approaches them, our heroes are hailed by a piratical looking fellow with a cone.&nbsp; He invites them up to the vessel he sails on for a drink, and they agree.&nbsp; On the ship, called the Chaos Diamond, they meet Captain Nalina.&nbsp; After some initial verbal fencing to determine the party's intentions, Captain Nalina answers their questions over a horrific and potent fermented fish grog that tastes about like it sounds and, worst of all, is somewhat lumpy.&quot;This?&nbsp; This is the Great Chaos Fleet.&nbsp; We have all sorts of creatures unified here.&nbsp; Sort of.&quot;&nbsp; She snickers.&nbsp; &quot;Not really unified, but working together.&nbsp; There's even a demon prince, Dagon, and his entourage.&nbsp; Why, just on my ship there's a slaad!&quot;It turns out that this slaad is none other than Jibber, the singing slaad that the party met when opposing the formians.&nbsp; &quot;Will we fight together again?&quot; the slaad wonders when he turns up.&quot;I sincerely hope not, but here, drink some of this fish grog,&quot; says Horbin, handing over the cup.When asked where the fleet's going, the captain seems somewhat evasive.&nbsp; That night at midnight, upon recovering her spells, Sheva raises Zeebo.&nbsp; His eyes fly open and he cries out.&nbsp; &quot;Aaahhh!!&nbsp; Water!&nbsp; Ahh!&nbsp; I-I d-d-d-died!!&quot;After a few moments to compose himself, Zeebo's much better.&nbsp; He's very shaken by the experience, but once he's appraised of the situation, he knows he has work to do.After Zeebo's return, Lester gathers the party in their room and says, &quot;Well, we can either go on our next quest or we can go big money big prizes and attack Dagon, then get the hell outta here.&quot;&nbsp; The party debates the L's proposal, but in the end they decide against it.&nbsp; In the morning, Zeebo is introduced to the captain.&nbsp; He tells her, &quot;I am a member of the Council of Tirchond, so I may be able to arrange for things such as supplies if you go near there, and I may be able to arrange for some discounted goods.&nbsp; Certainly I can arrange to reduce the docking fees, tariffs and excises.&quot;&quot;Tell you what,&quot; she says, &quot;I'm not really in a position to make deals for other ships, but I can get you in to see Lambollar.&nbsp; He captains a fleet of about 100 ships.&quot;&quot;Thank you,&quot; Zeebo says, and gives her a dazzling smile.Next Time: Negotiations with Lambollar the Purple!</blockquote>

[QUOTE="the Jester, post: 784789, member: 1210"] [b]The Chaos Fleet[/b] The rain is pouring down and the seas are swelling as our heroes approach the ships, and as the party crests a high wave they realize that there are not just a few ships, or a few dozen. Not even a few hundred. In fact, there are thousands of ships spread before them, vanishing off into the clear skies beyond the storm. Thousands of vessels of all kinds lay across the sea from horizon to horizon. "Holy crap!" says Lester. "It must be Forinthia!" "I don't think so," Sheva says. "They're too disorganized. Forinthians would be in formation." Indeed, the ships are of many different types, from Peshan light balsa warships to armored Strogassian hulks. Sheva spots a ship of giants; even stranger things lurk within. As the party continues to approach, a small vessel (just larger than a rowboat) drops from a forward vessel and starts approaching them. "We can teleport or trump out of here," says the L. "Let's see what they want," Zeebo says. "And who they are. After all, they may be going somewhere important to us." As the small vessel approaches them, our heroes are hailed by a piratical looking fellow with a cone. He invites them up to the vessel he sails on for a drink, and they agree. On the ship, called the [i]Chaos Diamond[/i], they meet Captain Nalina. After some initial verbal fencing to determine the party's intentions, Captain Nalina answers their questions over a horrific and potent fermented fish grog that tastes about like it sounds and, worst of all, is somewhat lumpy. "This? This is the Great Chaos Fleet. We have all sorts of creatures unified here. Sort of." She snickers. "Not really unified, but working together. There's even a demon prince, Dagon, and his entourage. Why, just on my ship there's a slaad!" It turns out that this slaad is none other than Jibber, the singing slaad that the party met when opposing the formians. "Will we fight together again?" the slaad wonders when he turns up. "I sincerely hope not, but here, drink some of this fish grog," says Horbin, handing over the cup. When asked where the fleet's going, the captain seems somewhat evasive. That night at midnight, upon recovering her spells, Sheva raises Zeebo. His eyes fly open and he cries out. "Aaahhh!! Water! Ahh! I-I d-d-d-died!!" After a few moments to compose himself, Zeebo's much better. He's very shaken by the experience, but once he's appraised of the situation, he knows he has work to do. After Zeebo's return, Lester gathers the party in their room and says, "Well, we can either go on our next quest or we can go big money big prizes and attack Dagon, then get the hell outta here." The party debates the L's proposal, but in the end they decide against it. In the morning, Zeebo is introduced to the captain. He tells her, "I am a member of the Council of Tirchond, so I may be able to arrange for things such as supplies if you go near there, and I may be able to arrange for some discounted goods. Certainly I can arrange to reduce the docking fees, tariffs and excises." "Tell you what," she says, "I'm not really in a position to make deals for other ships, but I can get you in to see Lambollar. He captains a fleet of about 100 ships." "Thank you," Zeebo says, and gives her a dazzling smile. [i][b]Next Time:[/b][/i][b][/b] Negotiations with Lambollar the Purple! [/QUOTE]

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