Pai Mei the Wu-Jen (4)
Rolf the Dwarf (3)
Biff the Fighter (4)
It seemed like a year since the party escaped Ashkasor's clutches - but of course, only moments had passed. They looked around, and Gutboy had wandered off into the swamp to take a leak - but lo! a stranger named Biff walked up in his stead. He was wordlessly accepted into the party, like a long-lost brother, such was their bond.
They reviewed their options, and decided it was time to complete the long-delayed drug deal with Sanibel. Their briefcase full of ball bearings in hand, they headed north through the swamp to Lago. They traveled along the coast til swamp turned to jungle, and then followed U.S. 1 north where it crossed the Biscayne from Under-Miami back onto the mainland. For over a day they trekked over the deteriorating asphalt, until the jungle opened up, revealing a dozen or so buildings lining the highway. A road sign read "LAGO" - but the town's name was crossed out and crudely replaced with the word "HELL" in red paint.
They headed for the bar - an establishment bearing the name "Plain Dealer", with bikers wandering in and out. Their choppers were lined up outside the door. Inside, the bikers, their jackets labeled "The Cavers", were busy getting drunk and eyeing the trio. One of the few non-bikers made his way over - "You. I'm Cosmo. Cosmo the Bullet." The three stared at him in confusion. "El Blanco sent me. The drugs? Let's have 'em."
Rolf: "Wait, we're supposed to give them to Sanibel."
Cosmo: "Really? Fine. Don't say I didn't warn you. I don't want these bikers seeing us leave town together. I'll go first, meet me an hour up the road."
Pai Mei: "No, I think we'll go first."
Cosmo: "Whatever. Just go."
Cosmo left first, conspicuously walking south on U.S. 1, while the party decided to do some shopping. Across the street from the bar, a tiny figure watched them from the porch of the town sheriff's office - this "little person" was presumably the sheriff himself. They made no move to introduce themselves, instead browing the goods in a store imaginatively labeled "Food". Biff ventured across the street to the establishment labeled "Girls", but found only regret.
After stocking up on canned beans and canned beer, the party marched north up the road. After a time, they hid in the bushes, and waited for Cosmo. Four bikers rode slowly by, but didn't see them - and soon after Cosmo appeared, escorted by two heavies in silk suits. Together, they marched north for a bit, and then headed off into the jungle towards Sanibel's compound.
The journey took over a day, but eventually the filthy group of travelers came upon the spectacular mansion of Sanibel. The guards in front of the house stepped aside to let them into the foyer, and Cosmo excused himself to let Sanibel know they had arrived. He returned shortly, and let them into a wide solarium. As they entered, a pair of guards closed the doors behind them.
The solarium was filled with potted palms and aloe vera plants. A half dozen guards stood on the floor with them, while Sanibel, El Blanco, and two guards with super-soakers stood on a balcony at the other end of the room. Incongruously, a rough wooden barrel was sitting on the balcony as well. Hanging from the ceiling were four brass cages, each containing a spherical horror 4' wide, with wide gnashing mouths and ten long tentacles.
Sanibel: "Welcome to my home! You have brought the lanthanides?"
Pai Mei: (removing the briefcase from his pack and opening it) "Right here"
Sanibel: "Juan! Try a sample!"
One of the guards walked over, and Pai Mei handed him the one genuine lanthanide sphere from the briefcase. The guard pulled out a tin of greenish jelly and smeared it over his teeth, and then popped the lanthanide sphere into his mouth. Sparks flew from his teeth as he rolled it around with his tongue, and his eyes rolled back in his head. "Good stuff boss!" A strange look came over the guard's face - "I want MORE!" and he yanked the briefcase from Pai Mei's hands, spilling the stainless steel ball bearings all over the floor.
Sanibel shouted in rage, "I don't think so, Juan! Get him!" The guards standing next to Sanibel unloaded their super-soakers on Juan, dousing him in cinnamon-scented water. El Blanco pulled a lever, and the bottoms of the four cages fell open, releasing the tentacled nightmares. The four decapuses reached down and tore Juan limb from limb.
Sanibel then laughed heartily, and shouted "Time for your cut, Cosmo!" The guards soaked him as well, with similar results. The party realized that they were next, and Pai Mei intoned one of his deep magics, summoning a swarm of cavern insects to crawl from the walls, biting most of the guards - and they fell into a deep sleep. Sanibel and El Blanco swatted the insects away, El Blanco fleeing through a door, and Sanibel pulling out a pistol, taking pot shots at the crew.
Pai Mei responded with a barrage of bolts of arcane energy, gutting Sanibel. Rolf finished the drug kingpin off with a shot from his plasma rifle, leaving a flaming stump where his head used to be. The body toppled over the railing cinematically. The sleeping guards awoke, took one look at the carnage, and fled for their lives.
The party took their time exploring Sanibel's mansion. In the backyard, they found a pool and two women sunning themselves next to it. Pai Mei began asking one of the girls questions - she just sighed and said "Ugh, beat it, weirdo" and leapt into the pool, sitting herself underwater on the bottom. She refused to come up for air, preferring drowning to Pai Mei's conversation. Rather than witness another suicidal rejection, they returned to the mansion, looted gold chains, a "Polex" wristwatch, and a key from Sanibel's corpse, which in turn unlocked a secret closet containing a briefcase with $100,000, Sanibel's diaries, and a heavy machine gun. Further searching revealed a pen set and some petty cash, and then the party began the trek back to Under-Miami.
Once they reached U.S. 1, they were met by four bikers, riding three bikes (one of which had a side car). One of the bikers bore down on them, whirling a chain, but was shot down by Pai Mei's magic missiles. Pistol shots from Biff and Rolf took out the other bikers, and the contents of their chained wallets were looted. The party decided to skirt through the jungle rather than walk through Lago - clearly there would be trouble there.
After making their way to Under-Miami, the party headed to the police station and turned the diaries over to Bennett and Lt. Castellan - "Under-Miami owes you a great debt. Just a metaphorical debt though, this department is under-funded" - and then to the visitor's center to find a place for the night. To their great horror, there was a line of adventurers from Denethix, several wearing "Blessed Expeditionary Company" t-shirts. They turned tail, and interrogated passersby until they were directed to the bloodstained rooms of the "Embassy Hotel" - formerly the "Miami Cannibal Society", until the club's unceremonious eviction three days earlier. The accommodations were found lacking, so they sold their goods ("Nice heavy machine gun! Haven't seen one since that one I sold to Sanibel!") and invested in a three bedroom apartment only a block from South Beach. This expenditure was enough to push all three to fifth level.
Gains: 3 gold chains, "Polex" wristwatch, $106,400, pen set, heavy machine gun, 2 uzi's
Kills: 3 guards, Sanibel, 4 bikers