In the Rag Room
Splinters rouses
Deet, who is groggy and uncertain, but manages to get to his feet. He picks up
Schroff, and tucks him under his left arm. He looks wonderingly at the fallen ape.
The last two remaining pirates say something in their language, and, casting a worried look at the door, leave the Rag Room, heading towards the Portal Room.
Only the PCs remain in the Rag Room.
In the Portal Room
Although it is an awkward, glancing blow, even a graze from a maul can do damage.
Flintlock taps a pirate on the head. The pirate reels, holding his head.
"OW!" he spits.
Wikerus brandishes his axe, but to little effect.
Two more pirates enter the room, bringing the total up to six, with the sounds of two more coming along behind them. Except for the one holding a rapidly-swelling bump on his forehead, they all point their various cutlasses and tridents at Flintlock and Wikerus. One snaps an order in the pirate language:
Wikerus:
Horton, meanwhile, is drifting slowly away from the gray rectangle of the portal. Ferns of frost paint his outstretched hands.
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