The pirates plummet through the air.
Korbin, who fell first, attempts to steer himself towards the Pearl of Storms, relying on his ring of feather fall to cushion his landing. Hakari and Nasira, the former gripping the latter and the latter gripping the Pearl of Winds, weather a rain of jagged debris that comes down atop them and slowly begin to spiral towards the seascape of broken wrecks below them. Lady Weed struggles to right the spasming magic carpet and, this done, swoops to the rescue of Fakira. One by one, our swashbuckling heroes each safely reach the decks of smashed ships below them and must now contend with the next challenge – recovering the Pearl of Storms.
This is quickly done, thanks to Korbin’s clever plan and Fakira’s skilled timing. Once the Pearl of Storms is safely stored within an extradimensional pocket, the pirates prepare to return to the temple and survey the situation. To provide them a ride, Lady Weed animates a snapped mast from the wreckage and the party clambers atop this, soaring across the Windwaste towards what they soon discover to be devastation.
The Ashafira is sunk. The iceberg is destroyed. The temple is sinking to the bottom of the ocean. One dreadnaught is badly damaged but the water around the small island thrums with undead leviathans and there, in the midst of all the bloodshed and chaos, is the Shriek. Praying to Mother Monster, Korbin begs the Chimera to plant the temple back on the island, where it can be safely accessed. The goddess heeds his prayer and, with a bright flash of light, the temple appears on the unnamed island. As the survivors start to marshall there, the pirates prepare to launch a final assault on the Shriek and defeat whomever or whatever controls the Far Thanazian forces.
Then a portal opens, revealing an extradimensional corridor. From that corridor come a number of vessels – the Nymph, the Basilisk, the Yeenoghu and, last by not least, the Dragon Turtle. The pirates have come. Drawing battle lines, the pirates engage Far Thanaz and the leviathans, granting our swashbuckling heroes the chance they need to board the Shriek and claim victory.
Crews of wights assembled on the deck to thwart the party as they came swooping in. At their head was the Captain, that ancient foe, whose mastery over this ship of the dead was absolute. Also among their number was a strange Far Thanazian child, undead for nearly a century, with a mouth stitched closed and a back bent by the arcane onus placed upon them. The leviathan rose from the deep to contest the party as well, threatening even to destroy the Shriek in its attempt to stop our swashbuckling heroes.
It was a brief and bloody battle. Korbin cast a holy aura over the party, granting them all divine protection and strength for the length of the conflict. Hakari discovered many prisoners aboard the ship and worked tirelessly to free them. Lady Weed was menaced by the undead leviathan but threw bolts of devastating lightning nonetheless. Nasira swung her mighty glaive through the conflict, coming to blows with both the undead Captain and the stooped lichling, whose very necromancy kept the leviathans in thrall. At the last, the leviathan was attacked and embattled by none other than Hank the dragon turtle, thrown from the Dragon Turtle at precisely the right moment.
In the end, it was Nasira who cinched the day. By striking down the lichling, Far Thanaz’s hold over the Shrike vanished. The wights crumbled, the captain fell into an inert skeleton, the ship’s necrotic corruption peeled away and the leviathan bobbed to the surface, nothing but a festering island of corpse-flesh. Panting amid the wreckage, our swashbuckling heroes were hailed by their former vessel and clambered aboard a launch to meet the captain.
Of course it was Inio. Now named the Dragon Turtle’s new captain, the halfling was quite pleased to see the party alive, hoping he’d convinced the Sistren quickly enough to come to the party’s aid. Before any further pleasantry can commence, however, Inio leads his crew belowdecks to show them something shiny.
In the extradimensional deck, in the Dragon Turtle’s secret cargo hold, Inio opens Ilisa’s chest of holding and pours out a heaping mountain of gold. Treasure spills endlessly from the chest, mounting and mounting around the halfling’s feet, and the sound of the clanking gold and clattering treasure is dwarfed only by the maniacal laughter of the pirate captain.
Back aboard the Dragon Turtle, Taryoc whines for anyone to free him from his imprisonment, locked in a birdcage all those weeks ago. When someone finally does open the cage, he only wishes it wasn’t Nasira.