We left Riddleport with haste once the star was destroyed. In a moment of clarity Amaras managed to secure us passage to Devils’ Elbow, prior to us needing a means of quick escape from the damaged city. The boat captain was not a normal man, I think he must have been a smuggler of some sort, since he refused to travel during the light of day. So we left Riddleport in the dark, sailing upon black tides to the small island known as Devils’ Elbow.
The journey was not long, only a few hours at sea. Most of the time was spent in silence, but as we neared the island we saw a ship that was adrift. I wanted to scuttle it from a distance, but my siblings wanted to check and see if anyone was injured. All to often I wonder how they have managed to survive so long when something is an obvious trap. So with a good deal of persuading the ship captain moved his boat closer to the adrift skiff, I turned myself invisible with my ring, since I knew this would only end badly.
I hate to say that I am right but yet again we were boarded by evildoers, I have a sixth sense about these things, since for all intents and purposes I am one of the evildoers. These rat like men swarmed over the side, attacking as individuals rather than as a pack. If they had chosen a different method of attack they may have proved to be an effective fighting force, but as it was, they were quickly dispatched since they each attacked separate people.
We took one alive and questioned him about the island, but he didn’t give any useful information, so instead they threw him back into the water so he could swim for shore. I suppose my siblings may have thought it a kindness, but I don’t think they understand the pain and suffering that the lone surviving wererat would have experienced in his long swim back to Riddleport.
We set about searching the skiff as well, aside from the one lone survivor tided to the mast, I have to admit I didn’t expect any survivor on the boat, nothing was left alive. We took our survivor and burned the boat, to prevent any other scavengers from taking it as a home to attack those that may come to the little island. Upon questioning the survivor we found that he was part of a group that was going to investigate the island, among those that were with him were the two mordant spire elves that had come to our court a year ago.
So now not only did we have to investigate the dark elf connection to the island but find a missing group of adventurers. Everyone else seemed thrilled, but I disliked the idea. Once we made landfall the captain gave us a day before he would push off, since he also had a very bad feeling about the island.
We pushed onward into the dense vegetation, Amaras leading the way since he is most at home in the wilds, while the rest of us followed. It took a realivily short time before we found one of the mordant spire elves, he was alone looking for his mother. We followed his lead, to a small camp, a place were the dark elves had set up base from the looks of things, soild structures dotted the landscape, and one in particular drew our attention.
A prison shack was set up and inside were two strange creatures, they were part elf, part giant spider. Revolting doesn’t come close to my feelings about these two things. We were surprised to learn they could talk, though our conversation did not last long as Amaras cast a spell that caught their dwelling on fire. One managed to push itself out of a small hole in the back of the shack, only to find Navarre’s waiting blade once it pulled free. The second died in the cage.
Another few minutes searching the camp yielded little information aside from a crater location on a map. So that was our next stop. Moving quickly we made it to the crater at about midday, and found a terrifying sight, a black dragon. We also saw the mother of the Mordant elf, trapped in a cage. I tried to sneak around the outside of the crater, but instead of waiting for me to get in position the others moved ahead.
The fight that followed was terrifying. Navarre was badly injured from acid and bites from the dragon, while I was hit with a gout of acid as well. I didn’t do much damage to the beast, as I was concerned with getting the elf out of the cage. The others made short work of the dragon, I was surprised to see. Maybe the dragons are not so dangerous as the stories would have us believe.
With that we searched the crater and found a number of trinkets that the dragon had collected, and made our way back to the boat. Confident that we had eliminated the dark elf threat here at Devils’ Elbow.