Having burned the bothersome brothel. Our fearsome fellowship continued North in pursuit of the hovering horror of the Theran airship. In the next village, we found the friendly farmers surrounding a chicken-coop and hunting tentacled chicken eggs that lept from it. Inside we found a centipedal construct of pulluted poultry.
We directly dispacted the avian abomination to the townsfolk's great relief. After a suitable celebration we continued North. We saw signs of the wayward direction of the airship and found in wedged between two buildings. The mad captain was imprisoned but his little sack of horrors was empty. The last having been consumed by a domestic dog that we discreetly destroyed.
Flying up to examine the airship I found a considerate captive who told a tragic tale of wretched woe. She had been enslaved by the Therans and then locked herself in her room to avoid the Horrors. Unable to contrive an escape, the party and I entered the airship to find our friend.
Instead we found the crazy cook who was nearly impervious to our weapons but had a deadly aim with his vegetable missiles. I was knocked unconcious and remember nothing else until I was fed some delicious horse soup that miraculously restored me. Apparently Garlan had concocted it out of Pinkie, Fritti's noble steed. While I mourned the party's loss, I also noticed that the airship had been badly burned. Luckily my friend had been restored by Garlan's savory soup.
Next, we must decided how to deal with the captured captain.
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