So, here’s how it went down.
Our heroes set out across the sand sea on a cart pulled by two Ankheg with a pair of D’Othar drovers riding on the buck-board and our group manning the gunnels of the boat-cart.
There was some brief talk of Ren searching the remains of the Markessa’s boat – but the sheer numbers where overwhelming – Oh! Except when the team decided to work together and distract the undead and pull the horde away from the boat. It was decided that a faster runner should take on the task of searching for a few potions and possible magic items – and Hilgari stepped forward. After some fast footwork, an invisible Hilgari collected a handful of potions and a magic shiny trinket – then retreated to the boat.
On and on our team journeyed (after some of the potions were consumed). Always with a few undead trailing behind and always with Rum’Dey looking better and better while Kaden’s condition worsened. Finally, a few heroes had words with Rum’Day…What!? It wasn’t her fault! But Kaden seemed to recover.
Then a rise of low hills – which turned out to be a huge collection of sunken and half buried ships – forever preserved in their battle lines as they sank. And, dancing atop their decks and along their bent and broken masts – ranvening hordes of undead. Our heroes journeyed on.
On and on, past exhaustion and past the endurance of the Ankheg. For four days and nights they travelled until finally, finally, they could smell water. Then the desert grew softer and softer until finally they were wading and the Ankheg began to slow. On came the desiccated corpses and those who feed on them. Our team led a furious last ditch effort, fighting and at the same time, pushing the boat onward until it could float and all leapt in. Ankhegs were abandoned and oars were set. Away the team went, out into the deep water.
Except Rum’Dey was able to capture one of those dead wenches with the glowing eyes…and she was brought along at the end of a rope, almost trolling as sail was set for South by South East.
Evidently, the trolling with the wasteland hag wasn’t a good idea. A dire crocodile found the lure too tempting and devoured the wench with a snap…and then came for more, swallowing Ren with a single gulp. But our group is deadly now and they all fought mightily and burning and piercing and slashing, slew the beast.
Hours and days later, a dull flashing became visible in the sky and the crew steered for it – landfall lay below the light. Some brief discussion with Oatso about maybe lingering offshore with the boat and waiting for the group’s return – but Oatso uttered and oath and swore and declined. The boat was beached.
Ashore – the group found the burial of two Razmiri cultists and Rum’Dey was all set to dig in and find out more, and perhaps turn them into servants – but our heroes declined.
At the edge of the ruined city that once stood great upon the lake, our heroes looked out into the dark forest and wondered what fates lie ahead? Where is Markessa? How many of the Razmiri survive with her and what other allies travel with her? Perhaps the blind swordfighter? The one who cut down Gau as he hid? What other horrors lie ahead in this place the druids warned of?