3/15/12

Bullet point temp summary. Note: may contain silliness. Replace at will.

The captain manipulates us into trying to recover his trade goods, recently settled in their new home at the bottom of the harbor.

Party preps for underwater combat

We go swimmin'

The sunken ship is broken in half, with the back half sliding slowly off the continental shelf.

Swimming humanoids with tentacles around their mouths attack. These things like to eat brains. Note: this is probably considered NORMAL underwater.

Sharks show up, because they smelled blood in the water. Mindless eating machines, sure, but still the nicest people we've met down here.

We loot. Not a bad take! The competition was challenging, we're lucky there weren't more of them.

I guess the gibbering, mindless terror that rational people feel when confronted with the unspeakable alienness of the malevolent denizens of this salty liquid hell works as a bit of a deterrent to harbor salvage.

About then, collosal kraken tentacles pull the stern of ship into the ocean. Which, as I think has been more than adequately established, is a bad, bad place. To recap, the ocean is a featureless void, with hideous pressure, brutally cold temperatures, and little oxygen. This has predictably unpleasant consequences for the physiology and disposition of its inhabitants.

We scoot.

Nero buries some gold in the woods.

We lie (some of us badly) to the captain about what we recovered, omitting nearly anything of value. (We're effective, but could maybe work on our subtlety.)

Oh, the captain. He maaaaad.