Our intrepid heroes began this tale heading for the docks, looking for the Ever-mist and her captain. Sure enough, she had made port and Nebuchadnezzar was his usual codgey self. Being on the sea for so long had made him thirsty, so he and the party made their way to the horse’s ass pub, which was a seedier bar than they were used to. As they were served their drinks, they told the old sea goat their tale and that they were looking for the sunken ship ‘The Vagabond’ for its legendary gun her captain used to wield. Nebuchadnezzar new the tale, but not the location, so he needed a few days in the towns archives to locate her final destination. After a ‘meal’ of flounder cakes (whole flounder pounded into mash, then made into patties and fried) the party departed, with Dolce, Rilara, and Clint headed for the apartments, and Evan and Lachlan headed for the newly established thieves guild. On their way, Dolce and company encountered the most apathetic assassin ever,who, with a simple nod and “yep.”, unleashed an entire stampede of crazed horses at them. The ranger tried to use his magic to escape, but alas he had been poisoned at the Ass! This was no ordinary poison, as it instilled in its victim a mix of dyslexia and tourettes, making spell casting and the use of magical devices nigh impossible. The paladin, however, dove into a nearby window to escape as the sorceress climbed the walls up into safety. Clint’s wolf, Anaya, carried her master away but was overtaken and trampled by the stampede. The party noticed a few things at this moment. Firstly, some of the horses had strange satchels on them. Secondly, inside the house were blood stains and several barrels of mysterious nature, and lastly the assassin was an expert at explosives. All this was lost on our heroic paladin, as she tore open a barrel in hopes of saving the residents, but was engulfed in light as everything went dark. Across the city in the sewers, the bard and fighter were planning a heist to test Wesker and his men, the new thieves guild leader and members, further. They planned to relieve some local nobles of their valuables and give to some more deserving folk, namely themselves. As they were getting to the finer points, the entire sewers shook with the sounds of distant destruction. The duo quickly left to check on their party,while the thieves took the opportunity of the ensuing chaos to lighten a few pockets. As Evan and Lachlan made their way to the source of the giant cloud of debris and smoke, they found the ranger trapped under charred horse carcasses and severely injured, reaching for his mortally wounded and still wolf companion. Evan quickly stabilized Anaya as Lachlan helped Clint out from under his predicament. Dolce and Rilara weren’t so lucky. Dolce was pinned under the rubble of a building barely conscious, as Rilara was in similar circumstances, but bleeding out and closing on deaths door. Ever the hero, Dolce called upon her god and pulsed divine healing energies all around which found Rilara and saved her life. Eventually, they were both dug out and the party retreated from an increasing number of mourners and guards to their guild and tended to their wounds. Wesker and company had obtained several cartloads of loot, and their base was now fully furbished. The fighter had even, with a great deal of trouble, obtained a rather obstinate and mangy looking cat, Malcolm. The party spent the night recuperating in the sewers and awoke early the next day to have a party in honor of the new guild chapter. Dolce danced with Wesker, the fighter and ranger had a game of dagger throwing with members of the guild, and Evan aided a young and talented boy with the music. All was not well as explosions were heard far in the distance, and a bell tolled with a singular purpose. The locals of the area went pale, and told the party that it was the alarm for sea wall, and something must have breached it. They all rushed to the surface to see a great wall of water rushing through the city. The intelligent griffins swooped down and landed amongst the party, nervously waiting for their masters to mount so they could flee. Not wanting to be left behind, Wesker and the guild hopped into an extra-dimensional bag of holding with bottle of air as the party took them and were off to see what could be done about the breach. Along the way, the ranger noticed a familiar foe on the bell tower, and with another nod and simple “yep.” shot the him and the paladin’s griffins with giant nets, ensnaring them all as they tumbled to the ground. The bard shot Dolce free as Clint used his elemental powers of fire to burn out and they with Lachlan and Rilara swarmed the assassin, while Evan held back to turn invisible. It was a trap, as the assassin pulled out a scroll of mass paralysis and froze them all save Dolce and Rilara. With their griffins now held with arcane energies they tumbled to the streets as the sorceress activated a spell of feather falling, saving herself. The rest crashed into the ground, and were hit full force with a tsunami. Evan flew into action, closing the distance between him and the bell tower, but the assassin glided to him and disarmed him of his rifle. “Well, is it going to be me, or your friends?” asked Veral. “I suppose it’s going to be… you!” screamed the bard as he blinded the assassin with his spell, and the two started to fight in midair, but even with his handicap, the assassin quickly gained the upper hand and had nearly taken the bard down when Rilara turned into a bolt of lighting and struck the assassin with a barrage of electric discharges from her newly shopped items. Veral turned to her and sliced her down with his enchanted sword, dispelling her flight and she went tumbling into the turbulent waters. Evan took the opportunity to shoot Veral in the back, with the exact same dispelling nature in his weapon taking away the assassin’s flight as well. “Beaten at my own game…” was all he could say as he was swept away into his own trap. Meanwhile, the paladin had been healing the party to her best ability, but the griffins and Anaya had been killed by the crashing waves, and the fighter and ranger, still paralyzed, were not faring much better. Dolce noticed Rilara further back in dire straits as the ranger regained mobility, and swam to the sorceresses aid. The bard fashioned a grappling hook and rope into a fishing line and fished out the caster and fighter while the ranger swam to the surface, only to be nearly hit by the Ever-mist. Nebuchadnezzar was expertly driving his ship in and out of buildings while his crew were throwing life lines to helpless citizens. Eventually the party took a breath on deck and thanked the old sea goat. Shouts or another survivor came and when the party saw who it was, they quickly gathered themselves and took aggressive stances. It was Veral, the most apathetic assassin. He was aimlessly floating on a rowboat, and announced he had ‘given up’. “What else can i do?”. The party pulled him on bored and stripped him down of all his possessions and took him to the captains quarters to be questioned. There he told them about the anti-paladin’s scrying pool he had used to keep tabs on the party, as well as the enemies troop movements, locations, and of their mysterious leader, known only as ‘The Seeker’. He told them of their enemies gathering strange artifacts, just as they were, and that their final goal was a mystery even to him. The heroes indoctrinated the assassin into their fold, and went about planning the next move, as it may very well be there last.