A case of ming’s stolen identity. raktess’s flesh, forever marked. in an attempt to sort through the new pieces to this ever evolving puzzle, the party ventured forth to the summerset archives in hopes of clearing the wizards good name. while there, nowhere was approached by a small child bearing a note informing her that the faceless would be hosting a celebration on the transitore de fer in two days time. it also indicated that oni of oni’s anchor might be a solid place to start searching for a means to get aboard the vessel. while the party discussed the best approach, raktess took matters into his own hands by verbally challenging oni to a drinking competition, in hopes of fostering a friendship. supported by a cheering crowd and raucous dwarven brass band, the two squared off with a shared pull from findersnitches flask of fifty spirits. six pints later, both champions were on the ropes and on the final drink, a synchronized hand was slapped over their respective mouths, followed by a point in pained concentration. swallowing a bit more than her pride, oni grabbed a hold of raktess in drunken adoration, ready to discuss just about anything. through their inebriated friend, the party was able to determine a number of details regarding the impending event. specifically, oni would be handling the spirits and rabbit willowrush of cankerbrocks would be handling food and fare. they also uncovered that ravel of ravel’s traveling menagerie was charged with providing a number of fantastical beasts for gladiatorial matches. it was this fact that they choose as their point of entry and, with a little help from oni, ensured their names would be on the list as champions of combat. doing further reconnaissance, nowhere visited cankerbrocks and found that they were auctioning off a pallet of blackpowder. initiating her bid, she quickly found herself in stiff competition with a captain of the summerset highguard and a merchant. as the price quickly spiraled out of her range, she decided to take a more direct approach. under the guise of making fireworks, she managed to get her hands on a flagon of alchemical fire. this was provided to ming, who was able to both stabilize and water proof it. once their new incendiary device was prepared, a harness was fashioned with the intention of strapping it to tensor’s floating disk and smuggling it onboard, by way of sea or sky. on the night of the event, the party boarded a water taxi owned by the dwarven dampbeard, hagar blackstrand and a series of signals were established to ensure a speedy retreat, if needed. getting on board proved to be much simpler than anticipated as the doorman, a very befuddled goblin named fiddletwix, feared for his job and, more than likely, his life at calling inconsistencies on his guest list. a bit of coin removed the rope and deposited you into the raucous fray onboard. as nowhere and raktess scouted the battle pits, syracen lined her pockets with chili roasted ghost shrimp and ming dalius attempted to work his way below deck, levitating their explosive disc some 50 feet above him. wielding a quick tongue, it wasn’t long until the wizard was three decks below, painfully aware of the the faint tap of his bomb, submerged below the bay and magically tethered to him outside the hull of the ship. the rest of the party wasn’t so lucky, as they were stopped by a woman named mysandra charged with guarding the stairs below. tensions escalated quickly and soon, the faceless guard was toe to toe with nowhere while syracen and raktess found themselves face to face with a mongoloid known simply as ‘glug’. a fierce battle ensued and, once victorious, the party continued pushing below deck, hoping to find the halfhorn captors.