With trying to be a bit un-lazy and do more actual writing, here’s a brief recap of last week’s little adventure.
Our brave group, fresh from bargaining for the book of the present, set out via teleportation back to pirate cove amidst the north shores of Chult. Once there they began negotiating for a passage aboard a ship to the gateway city of the golden road that lead to the far mysterious east.
With a bit of leg work the group narrowed down the choices to a few boats, with a bit more insistence from the Tibit of the party they settled on a gnomish crewed vessel of great speed and much steam and clockwork power
After a few weeks on the open seas, and with much button pressing at the hands of the ex-artificer Tibit, the group eventually landed at their destination and began the travel over land passing by such wonderful locales as Thay and traveling through the Hordelands until they reached the deserts of eastern lands.
With a bit of preparation and forethought the party started the harder trek across the desert, experiencing many days of hard but manageable travel before running a fowl of a trap. A sand storm pushed towards them via magical means as an attempt to distract them as a trio of humanoid snake like creatures sprung for to try and make off with Skyfury.
Some were caught off guard by the attack, but the group quickly sprang into action attacking and fighting off the snake people just in time to save Skyfury from being drug into the burning sands and to his doom.
Days past the first incident a group of armed guards approached the traveling caravan from over the great dunes of sand, bringing an invitation from a great warlord of the desert. Invited to return with the guards and rest amongst the comforts of his people, the party reluctantly accepted. Perhaps more out trying to avoid a fight at insulting the self-proclaimed warlord or just for a breath from the hard travels.
Once amongst the sprawls of the warlords camp, they were invited for food and told of their tales. However, careful to leave out mention of sacred books or anything that might garner to much of lords interest. Meanwhile the tibit spending time as cat peeked through the camp only to come across the treasures of the warlord, doing her best to peek through it for things they might need as lord of the camp was busy making more than a few unsubtle passes at the groups pretty blade dancer.
In the end the tibit came across two rings of sustenance, two decanters of endless water, a curious old lamp, and a clockwork staff baring a makers mark that included a few symbols recognized from the various tombs and locations the group had visited. At this they decided it best to try and find a way to steal or bargain for these things. The warlord of course happy to perhaps trade for a night with the lovely blade dancer and a small favor of the group re-acquiring some items taken by a competing bandit.
At this the party was left with the decision of whether to bargain or whether to take, and if so just how they would pull the theft off in the middle of a heavily guarded warlord’s camp of guards and servants.