So another day began where I was stuck with the always slightly shifting crew of incompetents to pursue Duke and hopefully find our portal keys. The Little Guy, who, I must admit, can hurl a sling and cause some real damage when necessary, and the large fuzzy one talked and figured out where we should head to next. I decided to stay quiet since they're all too dumb to understand my genius level anyway.
We went off in the direction of the bazar, having received a notice that our door had been completed. With no hesitation, we made a straight line to the small tent of doors, and of course, the Little Guy made a racket trying to open it and attracted the shop keep. Luckily, we calmed him down enough to open the door and expose the portal. I held onto the key for this particular journey, since I'm sure most of the rest would misplace it, so I rushed in first and the remainder of the crew followed suit.
The portal spit us out into a decrepit house where the windows were blown in by the wear of weather and elements and even the bottles fueling the portal door fizzled out as the last person came through. The Little Guy read the label, after sniffing it and burning his nose, and figured out that the bottle was a type of liquid fire. Before we had too much time to dedicate to this odd concoction, we noticed that zombies were milling about, actually, about a hundred of them, right outside.
We decided, and I voiced my opinion now that possible death was involved, that we should explore a bit more of the house to see if we could learn anymore about our current situation. The search only revealed that we had to leave the house and head towards town, which meant tackling the zombies. Surprisingly, the elf actually did something helpful and hopped on the roof to distract the zombies while we made a run towards town.
Of course, because nothing can ever go smoothly with this group thanks to most of them running around like chickens with their heads cut off, we got trapped between two towers and gates alongside screaming ghouls and a hoard of zombies. I used my javelin to spear a ghoul across the way that was giving Fuzzy a lot of trouble, and thanks to my leaping ability, made it across without any issue. The Little Girl, and the Dragon Guy, didn't have it as easy as they scrambled across narrowly avoiding the full strength of the zombie mass.
Now the mass was pushing towards us and Big Fuzzy couldn't make it up on his own so I tied my rope around him and helped hoist him up. I don't know how they'd survive without me. Since I was there, we all lived through this experience, but we were soon at a bridge which hovered over yet another swarm of the undead. Little Guy made it across fine, but then the elf, who should know he weighs more, tried to dash across and fell right through a weak plank. He managed to pull himself up, but took some damage, hopefully that teaches him a lesson.
I went next, being careful on each plank, and when I noticed that a large majority were too weak for my weight, I simply levitated over them and landed safely on the other side. I must admit, I giggled a bit as the rest of the clumsy crew tried to make it over with their wobbling, hopping, and jumping. Again, I had to save Fuzzy by throwing him my rope and aiding him in his jump. He deals a lot of damage, but I'm convinced he has a weird death wish.
Once again, by some miracle, we all made it through. Members of the party searched the town while the rest of us held guard against the zombies. I enjoyed tearing through their flesh with my spear, except for their horrible stench. I realized my weapons would need a serious cleaning after this adventure.
After an hour of searching, we push ahead and come to a building that has the same name which was written on the bottle. Fuzzy and I take the front and open the door to reveal a huge warehouse with lettered crates, zombie dogs, and an emaciated man dressed head-to-toe in leather. The dogs rushed for us, and I have to give the little beasts credit, they fought viciously. Before I could really react, one latched on to my leg, using its teeth to spread infection, and dragged me to the floor. The rest of the party wasn't fairing well either with leather man throwing explosive globs of his body around and the elf and the dragon-guy dealing with one of those screaming ghouls. Being the extreme fighter that I am, I fought the rotting infection, stood up, and pummeled into the remaining beasts. With a little help from Fuzzy, Angry Girl, Little Guy, and the new Little Girl, we killed all the creatures within the house and Elf and Dragon-Guy destroyed the screaming ghoul.
Once regrouped, we decided that the EDGE label on the bottle must refer to the contents of the crates labeled with the same letters. I, acting quickly as usual, grabbed two empty blue bottles and urged them to pour in the mixture. Little Guy hopped on the task and once completed the bottles began to singe my hands. I dealt with the pain, of course, and gently placed the bottles on the portal door we found in the warehouse. Little Guy connected the tubes and once again we pushed forward into the portal, all of us anxious to be away from this forsaken place, even if we did end up in a desert.
Once we got our bearings in the desert, and realized we weren't far from Sir Horatio's, we noticed a post with a note reading "Stop Following Me." I can't wait until we find that Duke. I'm going to break his legs, so he can't run, and then it will only get worse from there for him.