One More Trip Inland
The party returns to their land again, looking for another interesting cave. They quickly explore a few without any luck, then- as the sun passes its zenith- they enter another crack. "This is the last," Captain Clambake wheezes. "I promise ye that! Arrrh," he adds.
"Yeah, yeah," Horbin grumps.
"Say, it's another empty cave, imagine that," Clambake grumbles. "Now d'ye suppose we can get back ta sea, where we bel- AAAAHGG!!!"
Something has grabbed him.
Clambake feels his strength- what he has left- starting to fade. A tendril jerks him bodily towards a large mass of stone that seems to have opened a huge, salivating maw. More tendrils whip out, slapping at Droidi and Horbin. With a grunt, Clambake tries to pull free, but he's failing rapidly, and Horbin's holy mace smacks uselessly at the creature.
"Sure am glad I got this thing," Krunkshank remarks, pulling forth the Orb of Green Fire. It crackles to life, flickering lime spitting from it, and a ray of burning power shoots out at the roper's body. There's a terrible stink as flames consume it! It screams horribly, squeezing Horbin and Clambake, but a flame strike from the Galadorian finishes it off.
With a groan, Captain Clambake stumbles and catches himself against the wall. "Oh, yeah, one more trip inland!" he complains. "Oh, yeah, no harm done to yeh! Pah!" He spits angrily. "Let's to the Dwarves for a nip of rum and then to the Wraith, where we belong! I'm in no shape for more of this cursed adventuring after that, I'm as weak as a kitten!"
A short search for loot turns up a few coins, but nothing of note, and the party hobbles back to the Drinking Dwarves, where they sit by the fireside drinking like... well, like dwarves. Longburns peers at Clambake from beneath his brows when he refuses food with a shake of his head, but serves up the group's ale and rum all the same.
"After I recover me strength, we go ta sea, arrr," Clambake insists, almost to himself. He cackles. "Arr!"
"Sure, sure we do..." Krunkshank and Horbin exchange a look. "Now, while he's weak, we have to do something," Horbin whispers.
They jump him.
"Hey!" Clambake screams, as he struggles weakly. The roper drained his strength too much for him to put up much of a fight, though- and to his horror, Krunkshank grabs the hat, his hat, the Captain's hat- and puts it on! He's stealing the Captaincy!!!
Then Clambake's eyes clear, and he groans. Krunkshank didn't put it on; that was his own fear, his paranoia, influenced by the magic. With a toss of his wrist, Krunkshank hurls the proud Captain's hat into the fireplace, where it curls and steams, finally bursting into flames with what sounds faintly like a wheezing scream. In only seconds, the hat is consumed.
"So... hungry," Clambake groans, and passes out.
Almost at the end, folks! Thanks for the encouragement! Pretty much one or two updates left!