Session Report 11

The Muskrats regrouped at Fort Serlantus to deliberate their next course of action after a thorough third whooping at the catacombs. After an inconclusive meeting, they decided to table the discussion until after a night of well rested sleep. The group awoke each at their own times, Marv and Cambio the earliest rats of the pack, out doing stretches and calisthenics as the sun rose from behind the walls of Fort Serlantus. After a hearty breakfast and an even heartier visit to the inn's outhouse, each rat of musk was ready to discuss.
The Muskrats decided after careful and respectful consideration of every group member's needs that the catacombs could go fuck itself, and it was time for the group to venture on, to bigger and better things. And that meant venturing on toward Kannaksen, seat of power to the Morrand Alliance.
The group set out and after a hard and grueling 10 hours of travel a band of orcs shows up on the road as the party is nearing a ferry town. The group is exhausted from walking and can barely hold their ground as the orcs strut down the path. Though the Muskrats gave a strong bite, truly their vision failed them as two more orcs came out from behind the trees. Soon the battle was won but not before Sam Urai, one of the OG Muskrat Pack, was almost slain by the chieftain of the group. Luckily Redtail's spirit was looking over him and deigned that he deserved to live.
The group trudged into town and found a nice looking inn with some not so nice looking cat people on the inside. The group ordered some drinks and snorted some blow as they weighed the pros and cons of staying the night in a crack house. Marv and a few others of the group each bought rooms and slept soundly in their closet of hay.
In the morning the group met with the supposed leader of the town, though they only knew the man through mention by an odd man the Muskrats had met the day before. The leader of the town told the Muskrats that he wanted them to investigate and shutdown the drug ring operating within the town. The Muskrats took the job and knew exactly where to start. The Muskrats barged into the inn they had stayed in the night before and immediately went to the cat standing behind the counter.
As some of the Muskrats intimidated the cat behind the counter, Sam Urai went to tell the rest of these furry fuckers lounging around to get the hell out or face the wrath of a conscious stick. The furries did not appreciate that, and took the chance to attack.
Yet they were not furries at all but shape shifting blue wrinkled skin doppelgangers. The dopples on Sam Urai slammed into the his wooden body yet he warded off both of their attacks. The party fought off the dopples and headed down onto the path behind the counter which was exposed after the fight.
The Muskrats strode down the cavern path and eventually found themselves surrounded by dopples. The group shot out the back exit, leaving Shade to be taken by the dopllegangers. The Muskrats regrouped and deliberated on what to do next.