Blood, Plunder and D&D

  When he first arrived, it had been brought to Ricmo's attention that Skull River Bay was hemmed in on it's eastern approaches by a collection of sandbars. Despite the extensive system of lighthouses and the relatively deep, buoy lined channel leading to the harbor, running your ship aground on that bar was still a favorite pastime of inexperienced captains. Given that Captain Ricmo brought new meaning to the word "inexperienced captain" the more senior members of the crew had been quite concerned about the approach, one of the reasons the Lady Jezebel had anchored so far out in the bay.  He hadn't really thought about the bar much since then, though it was often visible from shore during low tide. Occasionally the inhabitants of the town rowed out and partied on the clean, sandy beaches the bar provided, often at night the fires from revelers glittered over the half mile of sea that separated the bar from the town. Just one of the many strange customs of a str...

  "The rules of the race are simple" explained the Wizard of the Yellow Tower to the contestants. "You must follow the Wil 'o Wisp to the Prize. The first contestant to return the Prize to me wins. You may only employ Transmutation spells. You may not attack each other. You may not attack any resident of the town. You may however physically impede one another and physically wrestle for the prize. However if you hurt another contestant you will be disqualified." He paused for a second "There are...obstacles set in your path. They are obvious, and these you may respond to with lethal force. However you may still only wield your magical powers of transformation, in addition to whatever abilities your chosen form may posses." "I will be watching." Whisperleaf looked around the small circle of magic workers that made up his competition. They were an eclectic bunch, most of whom he had not met previously. Strangers to Skull River Bay, specifically ...