Iomedae Save Me …… 4

May Iomadae have mercy on them all. We have finally broken the cannibal threat on this island. We sent 23 souls to Iomedae this evening, most of the tribe. They fought like possessed animals and even after many of their number had fallen they fought to the death. 

The tribe surrounded our camp in the evening, ambushing our ambush and fell upon us hoping to subdue us for their dinner. Even though we were outnumbered nearly five to one, the party did not wither and took the fight to the enemy.

Although I feel a twinge of pity for some of their group as they have been indoctrinated and coerced into their current state, I feel none for their leader. He truly was a vile and wretched creature. A red-haired and wild-eyed man I bought him to justice with prejudice fueled by the righteous fury Iomedae herself. His attacks against me were ineffective while mine struck true and more resounding than ever before.

The cannibal’s had a pet witch all of their own, but this island is only big enough for one hideous hag, our hideous hag. Ron, in a feral drug induced-rage all of his own, chased her along the cliff tops and got a mouthful of both witch and cannibal, neither of which were particularly appetizing, but the nonetheless effective and he felled the horrible crone.

Their leaders gone, the remaining cannibals fought on compressing into huddle at the very edge of the cliff, but their casualties mounted and we were fighting atop sea of dead atop the cliff atop a sea of water. Ron seemed awfully happy with the carnage. After a titanic battle, the last cannibal was ripped apart by Ron and we paused for a moment to catch our breaths and rescue Szraiel from beneath a pile of bodies.

My colleagues searched through the bodies looking for anything of value and then proceeded to chase down the enemy witches monkey. I was concerned Szraiel and Dorian were looking for another monkey to spank as their first monkey is back at the camp with the Jenivere survivors and it has potentially been at least five days since they were able to spank their shaved monkey.  I can’t believe they can’t go five days without playing with a monkey, it really is quite sad. Szraiel assured me that the monkey was not for themselves, but it was for Helga.

“Please Helga, you are not a monkey beater to are you?” I thought. “A monkey eater I would have suspected, but not this!”

It turns out she was not going to eat the monkey  or abuse it, instead she was able to learn spells from it. A witch thing, learning from a monkey is just not right. 

Whilst all the treasure was being collected and monkeying around was going on, I took time to perform funeral rites on the destroyed enemy. Evil as they were, I pray that Iomadae can bring them the peace in death they could not attain in life.

We will need to report our victory to our Dryad ally. The defeat of the cannibals means we have vanquished two of the three evils that plague this island. I say second, the first great evil was a fiendish fungal abomination that we found on the fungal island to the north.

We thought that with the slaying of the vegepygmies on the Nightvoice was the end of the fungal problem. We were very wrong. Further exploration of this disgusting island revealed a rocky feature jutting from the lagoon just off the eastern shore of this small island. It too was connected by the same vines as was the Nightvoice and so we investigated.

The vines took us to the top of this formation and just below the top was a ledge leading to a cave.  The cave was home to a fungal abomination that glowed with an unholy black energy when it lashed out at me. It stuck Szraiel and immediately sickened him. It looked as if nearly a third of his life was drained in one foul strike. The blessings of Iomedae protected me from whatever wretched energy powered it and I was able to resist its evil contagion. The battle was joined in earnest and we quickly sent the cursed tinea-beast back to the Abyss from whence it came. Finally the fungal isle had truly been cleansed.

The remaining evil is the flying beast that Ron has seen on a couple of watches. The Dryad has confirmed that there exists an unnatural winged monster that originates from one of the few high features on the island to the South. She says that it is not part of the natural order, it preys on creatures for amusement, toying with them and draining their blood.  Unfortunately with the cannibal infestation she has been unable to learn more.

Once we have investigated the cannibal camp and cleared anymore evil from there, I will turn my attention to this loathsome beast and bring the fury of Iomedae upon it.

Iomedae give me the strength and wisdom to distract my fellow party members long enough from playing with monkeys to cleanse this island of the remaining unrighteousness.