Mapping the Eastern Coastline - 06/05/20

Our adventure started with a simple goal. Explore the east coast line and assess what is in the area. We left in the morning KNOWING FULL WELL that horrific things can happen at night. As we moved along the coast, a 30ft section of the goat print riddled mountain path had succumbed to the persistent botherings of coastal erosion and laid itself into the sea below. The group passed this hurdle (with many a rope creaking once the weight of the might tortle was applied) and was greeted to an encounter with Harpees. Two of them, flanked by a dozen angry seagulls (although the seagulls were black and almost crow or ravenlike) assaulted a goat with malice and threw it into the sea. We fought them off, albeit with Zhess almost plundering into the sea after being smitten with their song (which grok found entirely overrated). As the group continued, a human looking ship was spotted off the coast, Grok was consumed in prayer and missed the finer details but we arrived to a large body of water after some more travelling. The water was filled to the brim with fish, an almost unbelievable amount of aquatic life. The water was alive and bubbling as they thrashed around trying to create for themselves some space to swim,the sounds of fins slapping each other was almost deafening.

Grok spoke aquan at the waters edge and received some response. Fins approached them, a hand reached out inviting us into the water. We were hesitant and rightly so as immediately after taking once step sideways, a harpoon on a chain flew out at us. These unnamed foes, summoned to grok images of floating danger, so while mystical forces refuse to officially name them as such, to grok they will always be 'Poon Buoys as they are in the water and use harpoons. Regardless of this Zhess saved my life by pushing me out of the way while getting hit himself later in battle, Bardrin was instrumental in our escape by taking a shot to the chest and not getting dragged into the water. We will ignore that we almost got Lucy drowned and the 'Poon Buoys then came back in packs. Future adventurers should note that they are dangerous on land as well as sea, just not quite as much.

The battle ended with us bravely retreating and our dwarvern comrade insisting I help drag this corpse (trophy for him) to the town. It was around 3pm and light was going to fade by the time we got close to town. We ended up having to abandon the 'trophy' to make our escape from the horrors of night. That we knew full well would come, yet somehow decided to drag a 'Poon Buoy corpse across half the coast. Regardless, we worked together under the one true shell. Grok would like to form a larger party, of as many adventurers as possible to attempt to understand what happens at night and how to defeat the terrors of it, we will never be able to fully explore the land if we can only operate in daylight.