Well, I have finally apologized to Antonio and he in turn apologized for hitting me, but his tone makes me unsure if he actually meant it. Regardless we shook hands and agreed to leave it in the past. As we waited to set sail I sparred with Julhiana and although I highly suspect she was going easy on me I am pleasantly surprised at how well I did.
We were not long on the open ocean until I spotted a dark fog in the distance… and it looked suspiciously like ducks smoke. There is no way he could have done it though as it was far in the distance and somehow moved and expanded on it’s own to engulf us. I was below deck when it happened but apparently as we entered the fog the entire crew and any belongings that weren’t are vanished. We heard a large bang and split the treasure in a hurry so we didn’t loose it. In a somewhat joyous note I believe I got more than my fair share as I got a few large coins but I have no way of knowing if the gems the others got overshadow my coins.
We emerged on a beach that was declared to be pure evil , as we approached the entrance of a tunnel, the only dwelling on the dessert island, something odd happened. A skull shot out of the sand suddenly and began speaking about not having visitors and having fun. Another surprise is that i didn’t even sense it until it was in front of me. It is my belief that it is a demi-lich, very bad news for us. I spoke as it flew away in our language and it seemed surprised and agreed to give us a small advantage… a sand timer. It is now my belief that we would likely be timed no longer what but with that we at least knew how much we had left.
We made it through the treacherous maze filled with vague puzzles and deadly traps. unfortunately due to my magical ability I was chosen to undo any and all magical traps while Antonio took care on the mundane ones. I even had to undo a rune of death, it is likely that the lich made the rune easy to dismantle as he could have easily made one so complex I would have no way to undo it.
In the end we got to a chamber to find Duck standing on a platform next to some kind of demon and emitting that grating laugh of his that signals he is up to no good and intends to harm anybody for whatever reason. This is likely conformation of every doubt, every plot, and every plan I made against him. If only the others had taken my advice of removing him from our presence. But no, they were adamant on giving him another chance, let him travel with us to five ports, but he saved us that one time, Even a broken sun dial is right twice a day. Recent evidence shows duck has somehow greatly improved the strength of his bombs, hopefully we find a way to avoid them or they may lay us low. As a final stroke of bad luck I find myself low on magical energy right now, having used a good deal to dispel traps or casting defensive spells as we entered the unknown… I suppose at least those are still active. If only I had some undead to aid us in this fight, I would enjoy watching them rip duck limb from limb, but unfortunately while I may enjoy these inner thoughts I would not stoop to actually act on them out of a moral sense of right and wrong. Even so, I sincerely hope my visage is the last thing he sees before I end his life and allow Thalratas to toss him to the hellish pit he deserves.