I’m tired of being considered the party coward. Thraxis was dead and there we are in the heart of the prison. Lead by the ranger and hapless sorcerer, we navigated our way back to the ship. (There are times when the sorcerer is a beast and there are times when he needs to sit on his hands and talk to himself. The journey home was one of the latter.) The pirates were slowly loading the ship watched by dwarves and an ogre. Little did we recognize the threat posed by the ballistas strategically positioned around the dock.
As the battle begun, the party focused on the ogre. He was staggered in no time. The dwarves blocked our approach to the ballista nearest the ship while it was clear that the ballista was going to make short work of the ship. There was no land approach to the ballista and time was running out. The Warden desperately tried to tie up the dwarves but they resisted his forced movement.
I got too close to the warden and the dwarves; the next thing I knew I was flanked and being pummeled. “Bad boys, bad boys, what you gonna do, what you gonna do when they come for you?” Lets face it, what do I ever do; I am a Fey, I teleport. Teleporting 10 feet up to the top of the crates, to the mocking jeers of “Pansy” from my comrades, I escaped with minor injuries. Out in the open, I charged the ballista drawing its fire. Lightening bolt after lightening bolt tried to thwart my assault but I had to take out the ballista and preserve our means of escape. My companions remained tied up by the dwarves as the final lightening bolt nearly killed me. Slumping behind one of the crates I regained my strength for a round, only to teleport back into action delivering the death blow to the ballista.
Not bad for the party wimp, taking out a ballista single handed. And the journey continues but the respect will never grow.