Tonight's session: The stable nucleus of our party - Jinn, Kyden, and Eberk - were the only ones tonight.
We set off from the estate, collecting our reward/down payment of 1000gp(!) from Ermak and headed off, under the (necessary) guise as hired guards for the Batar estate, leaving behind our distinct patchwork skimmer and escorting some of Ermak's servants on a trade/resupply run into Balic.
We arrived at Balic shortly, questioned by legionaries upon entry. We gave our actual names, though left out such details as working for house Wavir/a lich/the Veiled Alliance.
We quickly discovered that news of Sorcerer-King Khalik's death hadn't reached Balic yet, causing a bit of a stir. Jinn dropped a 30
Diplomacy to gather some information about the local Wavir/Tomblador situation, finding Wavir was dominating Tomblador in most areas except slavers(which Wavir refuses to deal in).
We also found out Raam (another city-state) was in a state of anarchy for some reason. He ended up talking with a potter for a while (resulting in a 5 minute sidetracked innuendo-filled conversation with the potter about jugs of all shapes and sizes... yup, all guys in this RP group

).
We then headed out to contact Wavir. We arrived at a Wavir estate and met Rhitaan Wavir, a contact Jinn and Kyden had met on their last trip to Balic, finding that work was somewhat scarce at the moment, then renting pad for a month.
We then took in the sights, visited the arena, and, on the way home, Eberk(with the least terrible Perception) noticed we were being shadowed, Jinn lured him into a dead end with a
Streetwise check, and Eberk knocked him out with a
Bulls Strength. We then took him back to our place and interrogated him, culminating in an (assisted) 28
Intimidate from Kyden (not-so veiled threats of castration) and a 23
Diplomacy from Eberk ("I don't really want to have to knock you out again...").
Turns out one of the Praetors of Balic, Darian Heraxis, suspected one of Ermak's servants that we traveled with was a spy for the Veiled Alliance, and so had us followed.
Jinn then rolled an (assisted) 33
Diplomacy to convince the guy who was tailing us that we were innocent and had never even heard of the Veiled Alliance.
Then, what to do with the guy who was tailing us - who was going to rat us out to his Praetor pretty assuredly. Briefly glance between the party members.
Kyden went back to the jug merchant to buy various sized nondescript jugs to put the body in then left the jugs in various places around the city and threw the jug with the head into the Sea of Silt.
The next day, we prepared to head out looking for info on Iago (aka Slitbelly), but were intercepted by Rhitaan Wavir offering us some work meeting with tradesmen or as Silt skimmer guards. Or, we could head out to settlements near Balic to secure exclusive trade rights with Wavir.
We elected the last option and were told it would be official by nightfall.
On to finding Iago, asking around quietly (since Rhitaan Wavir told us explicitly not to start anything while Balic and under his employ) with Jinn's 30
Streetwise, we discovered that via marriage and "mysterious illness", Iago - now known as Lord Iago - became a minor noble in service of Tomblador. The group decided to hold onto that info for later.
Last thing before dark, we booked passage on the next convoy to Samarah, paid our 50gp/body fee (3 people + Skitch the trusty Erdlu), collected our Wavir writs and contracts, and headed back to rest only to find a luxuriously dressed man with a pile of Balic Legionnaires.
Yup, Praetor Darian Heraxis, accusing us in person of murdering his agent and being a member of the Veiled Alliance. Jinn's 28
Bluff got us off the hook for the agent murder we committed, but not the Veiled Alliance associations revealed by the Batar servant he tortured or the crime of carrying an artifact (Kyden's sword).
In true fashion, we spilled the beans about the lich Uralak and our geas to divert his attention. He then led us off only to be surrounded by armed Wavir guards on Kradlus in the street. Rhitaan Wavir threatened the Praetor with the full might of House Wavir if he didn't release us Wavir agents detained on spurious charges.
The Praetor whispered that he could free us from the Geas if he went along with him. After a quick huddle and a 17
Insight check from Eberk, we left the Praetor behind. The usual "you have made an enemy" threats from the Praetor followed us.
We then headed for the ship, giving Rhitaan our rough, only semi-bogus plans to set up a trade depot in Samarah and/or trade routes beyond to Raam or Draj.
With some
Diplomacy 33 smooth-talking from Jinn, the ship captain let us bunk there for the night (we decided we'd rather not be murdered in our sleep by the Praetor).
The next morning, the captain told us some Balic guards had stopped by to see if anyone matching our description had booked passage as said brigands were suspected of killing a dozen or more Balic Legionnaires a few days back. The Captain, not wanting to deal with the hassle, suspicion, and likely delays just told them he hadn't seen anyone by that description.
6 days later... Samarah! A couple handfuls of buildings surrounded by jutting outcroppings of rocks dropping off into the Sea of Silt.
We stopped there long enough to gather some info about the Salt Mires of Bodach. A touch of
Diplomacy at the local broi house gave us the location of an elf tribe that hired out as guides into the Salt Mires. A stray
Streetwise told use only madmen came back from Bodach and that the elves would just lead adventurers to the wastes to die.
Off to the elves. We were led to a guide named Aroc. We haggled him down to 55 gp a day from 100 gp. He told us it would be about 3 days to the center of Bodach (which by our estimates would use up the Survival Days packed on our Erdlu + a bit more)... and we're off!
Sometime the second day, we found the (poisonous) Salt Mires, following the tug of the geas with Aroc leading us around Silt Sinks and numerous other hazards to rest on a rocky outcropping.
The next day as we neared the location of where a secret oasis should have been, Aroc was unsettled by seeing a massive rocky spire where the oasis should have been. As we closed to investigate, we saw the spire move, unfurl immense wings, and fly away.
We found the oasis blackened, all creatures and plants dead, the ground ashen.
And the vision of the Dray Mafoon in Grak's Pool came true. We followed the Dragon of Athas into Bodach.
Quotes for the night:
* "Slaughter is a general action verb for our party: 'You slaughter your way into Balic...' 'Hey guys, I'm going to slaughter over to the tavern and slaughter up some lunch.'"
* Kyden: "Roll the body up in a rug? Look, I just went and bought all these jugs and we're going to put
somebody in them!"
* Praetor: "We know to whom your allegiance lies." Group: "Wow, that's more than we know."
* Booth-tender at Samarah: "Purple dye, purple dye! The only color the undead of Bodach can't see! Dye all your things purple!" *sells out of purple, purple adventurers head out into the Salt Mires* "Red dye, red dye! The undead of Bodach can't see red and only red!"