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[Harry Baldman]

On the streets of someplace unknown...

Vincent considers briefly the possibility of finding Barry.

[Intelligence roll: ?]

Who's Barry, anyway?


Near two hungry sailors...

Mike tries to utilize the mighty powers of ghostly ventriloquism to scare off his adversaries!

[Ghostly Ventriloquism roll: 4]

He manages to make his voice sound like it's coming from everywhere at once!

[Intimidation roll: 1]

"YOU GUYS CAN EAT ME!"

"Well, not right away. We have to kill you, pluck you and cook you first. We're not barbarians."

"Indeed, Tom. Why would the crow even consider the possibility of us eating it alive?"

"I find it's best not to question such occurrences, George."

[George vs. Mike: 3+1 vs. 3+1]
[Tom vs. Mike: 2+1 vs. 6+1]

George almost grabs Mike, but Mike manages to get away in the nick of time! Tom attempts to catch Mike as well, but only succeeds in grabbing George!

"Why, Tom, I never knew you felt this way."

"Mere slip of the hands, dear George. I'll let go now."

He does so right in time to see Mike counterattacking!

[Counterattack: Mike vs. Tom: 6+1 vs. 4+1]

Mike manages to sufficiently irritate Tom with his beak and wings, not to mention the talons, to send him reeling into a barrel!

[Barrel structural integrity roll: 6]

He seems to really bruise his pelvis on the horrible wooden construction! The barrel is totally unharmed!

[Tom endurance roll: 6]

He immediately gets up, though there is a pained look on his face.

[miauw62]

Mike will try to fly away.

[Harry Baldman]

In the company of two charming lads...

Mike tries to escape as well as he can!

[Escape roll: 4]

He flies for the stairs leading to the deck!

[Tom pursuit roll: 4]
[George pursuit roll: 6]

Tom and George are no slouches, however, and run after Mike! George manages to hurl a sharp piece of sauerkraut-covered wood at the escaping crow!

[Mike dodge roll: 5]

Mike, however, easily dodges the projectile and escapes to the deck!

[Mike escape roll: 1]

Mike tries to take off from the deck, but manages to only run into the mast and fall to the ground!

[Mike endurance roll: 6]

When the two sailors run up to him, Mike does his very best to go as noisily and troublesomely as possible!

[Sailor crownapping roll: 6]

"I do believe we have the bird in hand, so to speak."

"Easily worth two in the bush, I say."

George presses Mike to the mast with both hands while Tom draws a large, sharp knife! He tries to chop Mike's head off!

[Mike dodge roll: 5]

Mike moves his neck just right to avoid getting decapitated!

"You missed, Tom. Why did you miss?"

"Sun was in my eyes, George."

[Mike escape roll: 2]

Mike can't get out from George's grasp before Tom swings again!

[Mike dodge roll: 4]

The top of his head gets grazed. but that's pretty much it!

"Honestly, Tom, that was pathetic."

"Sea beasts, George. They keep hollering and throwin' my aim off."

"Hollerin'? I don't hear 'em."

"You have to listen in to hear it, but when you do, that sound ain't comin' out of your head."

[Mike escape roll: 5]

Mike uses the momentary distraction to try to spread his wings and dig his talons into the soft flesh of George! It works like a charm, with George starting to yell and drawing his hands back, allowing Mike to fly away!

[Tom pursuit roll: 2]
[George pursuit roll: 5]

"Well, George, that bird's certainly earned its freedom."

"Freedom, nothin'! Feathery bastard just made this personal!"

George turns to the solemn captain standing next to the navigator.

"Hey, cap'n, there's a bird in the air!"

The captain suddenly looks very alarmed and shouts!

"FIRE THE BALLISTAE!"

[Ballistae vs. Mike: 3+1 vs. 3+1]

Mike narrowly dodges as several ballista bolts fly past him in the air!

[miauw62]

Mike will fly away as fast as he Can!

[Harry Baldman]

Above the Sea of Death...

Amidst a rain of ballista bolts, Mike bravely beats a retreat!

[Escape roll: 4]

He gets out of range of the ballistae before another volley van reach him!

Phew, safe and sound now. Well, he's still on the Sea of Death and all, but still!

[miauw62]

Mike will fly to Yellowgen!

[Harry Baldman]

In the air above the Sea of Death...

Mike resumes his attempts to fly to Yellowglen!

[Travel roll: 2]

Uh... which way is southeast?

[Firelordsky]

Walk away and try to find Bruce instead.

[Harry Baldman]

In a village of some kind...

Vincent abandons his quest for Barry and chooses to try to find Bruce instead!

[Intelligence roll: ?]

Well, there may be a bit of Bruce left on one of his halberds. That is, if he didn't lose that one. He doesn't really remember.

Could this have been the insidious Bruce's plan all along? To make Vincent forget which exact halberd he stabbed him with?

[anailater]

(( MWAHAHAHA! ))

[Yoink]

((Yargh! Sorry, been away. Not sure if I missed anything relevant to me from page 131-onwards, don't have time to read.
Also, good grief. Animated kung-fu scarecrows. Embarrassing telekinetic incompetence. Unseen death in the trees.
The things Timothy does for love!))

"Aw, great. Dis just be gettin' worse!"

Timothy muttered to himself, then looked to the others. "Let's us all just have a moments a' silence for poor old Tom, a real friend an' stuff an' what is always bein' remembere--"
He shook himself suddenly and stopped. What was he saying?! He couldn't just abandon poor Tom to his fate! He did get him into this mess, after all.

He abruptly girded his ghostly loins, set his jaw and looked sternly at the others.
"Take da wagon. Go, find Bob. Tells him I's sent you." Timothy desperately wished he had a cigar to pull out for dramatic effect.
"Leave no strawman behind."


>Send Jim and Fred onwards to meet Bob, regardless of my fate!

>Turn back towards the trees and the horrible rending noise, sigh, shake my head resignedly and go in there and get Tom.

"Da fings I do for loooooove!"

[Firelordsky]

Nevermind that silly endeavor, instead walk around the continent searching for weapons an other signs of civilization.

[Harry Baldman]

On the road to Castle Wossname...

Timothy considers his options for a bit, then comes to a solution!

"Let's us all just have a moments a' silence for poor old Tom, a real friend an' stuff an' what is always bein' remembere--"

However, he suddenly remembers that he, no matter how hideously dysfunctional, dysfunctionally hideous or undead he may be, he is still is a human being! Sort of. He abruptly girds his ghostly loins, sets his jaw and looks sternly at the others.

"Take da wagon. Go, find Bob. Tells him I's sent you."

Timothy wishes he had a spectral cigar for a moment, but settles for a dramatic pause to set the mood instead!

"Leave no strawman behind."

[Fred reaction roll: 4]

"You won't hear any complaints from me-ow, ow, ow! Take us there, Jim!"

Jim speeds off with the Fred-bearing wheelbarrow. Well, hopefully they'll be alright. It's not like they're highly incompetent or anything!

Timothy turns back towards the trees and the horrible rending noise, sighs, shakes his head resignedly and floats in with a piercing howl!

"Da fings I do for loooooove!"

[Heroic charge roll: 5]

He flies forward with great speed, screeching all the way! In but a few seconds he has reached the source of the noise!

[Tom condition roll: 2]

Oh dear. Tom doesn't look so good. He seems to have his lower torso torn off. Next to him is a most terrifying creature indeed!

[Creature roll: 5]

It looks like a mouse of some kind! How strange! Could this have been Tom's assailant? Timothy would ask Tom, but the fellow is clearly quite insensible by this point!

[Mouse ability roll: 1]

The mouse seems to melt into strange goo upon seeing Timothy! How bizarre!


In a village of some kind...

Vincent comes to conclusion that searching for either Bruce and Barry is a futile endeavor, so he'll search for something that has actually proven useful - weapons! Or perhaps even civilization!

[Exploration roll: 6]

After traveling for a long time, he finally comes upon something interesting - a city! The ruins of a city, to be precise. He wanders down a street and appreciates the fine-looking skeletons everywhere.

[Intelligence roll: ?]

They're dead, sure, but at least they're tuskless, normal people. Not these large-eared, trunked, tusked people he's been encountering.

[miauw62]

Mike will use the sun or the moon and the stars to figure out what way is southeast!

[Harry Baldman]

Traveling along the Sea of Death...

Mike tries to figure out directions by simply observing the sun!

[Intelligence roll: ?]

Okay, so he has absolutely zero clue what time it is. First he has to figure that out.

[Perception roll: ?]

Well, the sea doesn't look very morning-like to him, so it's probably the second half of the day, which means that the sun is somewhere in the west or southwest. But which way is north, then?

[Intelligence roll: ?]

Mike has a fantastic idea! Everyone knows that if you throw a sailor in the water, his head always points north. Well, eventually. It's a known side effect of magical compasses. Having decided upon a method, Mike searches for a victim!

Mike flies back to the ship and looks for somebody who doesn't look like a good swimmer!

[Victim roll: 2]

Well, there aren't any sailors who aren't standing in a group. Well, apart from the guy in the crow's nest, but he seems to be securely fastened to the mast to prevent dislocation by the notorious winds on the Sea of Death.

How is somebody supposed to commit inconspicuous telekinetic murder if there are no lonesome schmucks to spirit away?