Okay…so maybe we might not get paid. The whole thing just did not work out the way we thought it would. Before anything could really be agreed upon, Thor picked up the dead Goliath’s body and got ready to ram the door. A couple of other people that Mister Dux’nn had hired arrived just then, and when they saw what was about to happen, we all agreed that it would be best if we got into the window quick as we could.
Inside was all confusion. Thor was using the body as a shield, and it slowed him down a lot. He had a hard time, I think, but mainly because once all of the halflings finished unloading into the body, the ogre decided to use him as a doll. The dwarf ran off into the next room, and I tried to imitate his voice and make the ogre follow. All he did was toss Thor around and stomp on him. I know that I’m not very smart, but boy was that thing a dummy. Other than Thor getting shaken and stomped like an unfortunate toy, we did manage to kill a lot of the halflings.
I got onto the rail for the block and tackle, but that didn’t work out very well at first. It was too easy for them to hit me. Hiding behind boxes was much better. Once we’d gotten rid of the first group of halflings, and beaten the ogre into a crying pathetic mess, we went into the next room. There were more halflings there, and the dwarf. That was pretty expected, but not the freakish-looking elves. They were creepy, and the way I figure it, they’re the slave-gathering pirate elves that I’d heard of since I got here. They disappeared quickly into the back room and locked the door. We saw a chest that might be the cargo, so Dak’xav secured it for the most part and we eliminated the people that had been holding it.
Then it was back up onto the rail for me, and I went scouting into the next room. The airship was still in there, but they were trying to open the cargo bay doors. By then, the elves had all gotten onto the ship, and the halflings were turning the crank to open the doors. I jumped down on the one turning the crank, and I squished him on it, which was good, but the elves were getting away. They were already gone when I heard a really loud noise from back in the other room.
There was no time to pick the lock, so I went back on the rail and found the others fighting these weird…things. It was like a bunch of cargo crates had grouped together to make barely man-shaped creatures, and were pounding the snot out of everybody. We eventually managed to beat them up enough that the crates fell apart. Thor said it was a spell, and that it happened when they opened the chest.
Inside the chest was a bunch of gold. Now, that didn’t make sense. If you’re being all sneaky about your cargo, it has to be something special, not a box of gold. Under the gold was a box. It was carved all over with runes and there were gears and little shiny things all over it and inside. Thor said it was a timer to release a spell. We couldn’t figure out why it would have triggered, or when, until we read the letter that Hawkeye found on the dead dwarf.
It was real bloody, but we managed to make out that that the chest was probably the rest of whatever payment the dwarf and halflings were supposed to get for delivering the cargo. So if that was their payment, does that mean that the spell was meant for them? So that there would be no witnesses? Mal’tir used to say that witnesses might come back and bite me in the hindquarters, so I guess that makes sense from their point of view. But now we’re left with no information about the cargo other than that the freaky elves wanted it, it was three medium-sized crates (give or take one or two-the guys at the docks were non-specific), and whoever ordered the cargo delivered didn’t want witnesses.
The best lead we have looks like the spell box. Thor knows people who make stuff like that, so I say we go and talk to those people. We still have a day. Who’s with me?