Of Sharks and Spiders – Isolated & Alone
The rest of the party awoke in the dark on cold hard beds in Room 8 of the Sticky Mermaid.
Still tired, and very hungry, they left the room in search of a good breakfast. The common area was still crowded with Halfling sailors drinking to the Queen’s health in drunken slurs. As they descended the stairs, a group of Halflings pushed past towards their own rooms. Markus noticed Chloe’s ass get grabbed but thought nothing of it until a sailor screamed out in pain moments later. Something had burned him, and he had dropped a deck of cards on the floor of the hallway. Both sides claimed ownership, and things quickly escalated into a brawl.
Passing along the way while selling a collection of lingerie, Kaylee, an Elven sorcerer-in-training, noticed the melee. Acting quickly, she prevented the party from being stormed by even more drunk Halflings by blocking the staircase while waving around soft underclothes for the sailors. Her sales pitch was convincing enough that more than a few Halfings ended up buying a new silken set of sheets.
Meanwhile, the party quickly turned aside drunken fishgutters, and after downing two of the sailors, the remainder retreated to their rooms. The heroes thanked Kaylee for the help while Chloe gracefully bent down to pick up the harrow cards. Somehow she missed one as a single card stuck to the beer-soaked floorboards. She bent down to pick it up, turning over the card at the same time.
The grim card stared up at Chloe; a plague-riden visage almost seeming to beg for help. Suppressing a shudder, she quickly shuffled it into the deck and put it away. Hearing that the party was hungry, Kaylee offered to cook them a meal at the Posh and Turtle where she worked, and they set off into the streets of Old Korvosa.
The stench of urine and moldy straw forced open Donna’s eyes to the gloom of a dusty cell. The tar-soaked wood lining the walls, floors, and ceilings, along with the gentle creaking and groans gave away that she was on a ship. Her muscles tensed involuntarily as hairy legs slowly made their way up Donna’s neck and cheek but she found that slapping the vermin away was impossible: her hands and feet were bound with thick cord.
As her eyes adjusted to the gloom, she could make out several dozen spiders of varying sizes moving about the cell. Save for a nightshirt, loincloth, and the cloth gag in her mouth, she was completely unarmed and naked. Try as she might, the bindings held tight against her skin, rubbing and biting into her flesh.
Voices sounded from just outside the door, and she quickly stopped her struggles, and lay quietly in the room. She could barely make out a voice, indistinct and full of a mocking laughter.
“I should just feed the bitch to Chitters. Why would they come save this one?” The reply was barely audible “Haha, those fools, then they’ll be walking right into our trap.” A rattle of keys sounded at the door, and a wide beam of light washed over Donna as a thug dressed all in black leathers and silver chains entered the room. “My my, what do you have here? Why, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say they moved the privy on me.” Donna tensed, expecting the worst.
“Now don’t fuss” The thug scowled “You’ll like this next part.”
Donna heard the soft rustle of pants being untied, followed by a jolt as warm, stank piss poured over her head, eyes, nose and mouth. She barely stopped herself from retching in her gagged mouth as the warm liquid soaked through. As the thug finished up, he gave Donna a short swift kick in the ribs. Pain lanced through her body, and as the door latched close with a sharp thud-click, darkness and spiders closed in about her.