Harliss steps to the front of the party and motions for the others to wait.
"Drevoraz! It is good to see yeh lad. My, oh my, yeh've done well."
The half-orc straightens, as though seeing his captain for the first time. The party notice that his brow is covered and sweet and his hand is not steady on the blade - it shakes visible in his hand.
"Cap? Cap, is that you! Yeah, I done good, aye Cap? I come and get in the harbour. That louse Vanthus wasn't here, but I done got his sister. Yeh see?"
Harliss' brow furrows a little as she takes in the scene.
"Yeah, me matey. You done good. That was good thinking of yeh. But the plans changed a bit. We're gunna get back at that fool Vanthus another way. He ain't livin' here no more."
Drevoraz lowers his blade a bit, obviously confused.
"What? Nay, nay captain. She said he was comin' home later. That's why I be waiting here. For him, but then yeh come in."
"Nay lad. I think she was just stalling yeh. The girl ain't in line with her brother no more. We're gunna have to find another way. Now, lower the sword lad. We'll sort this out."
The half-orc balls up the fist of his non-sword hand and slams it into the side of his face again and again.
"Ahhh! Frac it cap! It don't make no sense. And these voices. These voice keep talking to me. No, screaming at me! They be telling me to do things cap!"
Harliss draws in her breath and takes a half step back, her hand moving to hover over her dagger hilt. She takes in the half-orc's condition. Sweaty brow, shaking body, and the black discoloured patch of skin that seemed to be expanding up his neck even as she watched.
"I know lad. They's voices. Just ignore them lad, fight them. Just hold them off a little while longer and we'll get some help. Both of us, yeh and me. Fight them off, I know it's possible because I did..."
OOC: ...mainly with Beni's help. Those lesser restore spells meant that she didn't need to even make a will save in the end to avoid the conversion. You big spoil-sport Beni!!
The half-orc lowers his weapon, and also lowers his gaze as though ashamed to look at this captain.
"Yeh remember that time I saved yeh life cap? That time I lost my eye, yeh promise to take care of me, right cap? I don't want ta go to no jail."
Harliss smiles and lets her hand fall to her side.
"Yeh, I remember Drevoraz. That be when I made yeh first mate. I'll take care of yeh, I promise, now let's get out of here."
Off to the side of the room, hidden in the deep shadows and nearly forgotten about a deep, throaty noise appears from the ruined throat sack of the unholy bullywug. At first it appears that he is coughing, or at least he is clearing his throat, but then the party realise that he is laughing. He speaks in the common tongue, in a raspy quiet whisper.
"There is no going back dry skins. The savage tide is coming. It will wash over you and all of your accursed cities." The infected frogman turns to Drevoraz Kabran and whispers in a barely audible voice.
"Serve him. Serve the Prince of Savage Tides"
Drevoraz' face contorts and with a scream he drops to his knees, the dark, stained patch of black skin spreading up to take over his face. The half-orc screams until it seems his chest will split and then his body rips apart as a second head appears from his should and wild, razor sharp teeth sprout in his mouth. In a few seconds the transformation is complete and no vestiges the man who used to be Drevoraz Kabran remain in the creature's eyes. It squeals in bestial hunger.
Bua Gorg continues his deep, throaty chuckling as he begins to cast a spell.
"Oh lad," says Harliss with obviously deep sadness.
"I am so sorry lad. But I will take care of yeh, just like a promised." She draws her rapier.
Lavinia, having spent the few hours working her hands free from the bounds around the chair see her chance and bolts are from the armchair towards the party. The head of the savage pirate that was formally Drevoraz jerks around and he springs at her.
