On a cliff overlooking a vast stretch of violated countryside...James, seeing the destruction probably wrought with his own varying number of tails, chooses to flee rather than try to hero the place up. Just as well. He's probably not very liked around those parts.
[Perception roll: ?]
As he turns around and rolls away, he hears a hideous shriek, many vast explosions and the sound of massive chunks of granite being displaced. These are sounds that are virtually unanimously agreed upon by all to be Not Very Good, so James chooses to not look. Someone or something there might take offense.
He then tries to figure out where he is.
[Intelligence roll: ?-
1]
Uh... not a clue. He does get the feeling that he is rather far from where he was before, though.
On a ship on the Sea of Death...Since it's worked perfectly so far,
Mike continues to ventriloquize the poor barrel!
[Ghostly Ventriloquism roll: 6]
He waits for yet another sailor to pass by! One eventually does.
"POINT ME TO YOUR CAPTAIN AND I SHALL NOT MAKE DEMONIC SANDWICHES FROM YOUR ENTRAILS!"[Sailor 1 reaction roll: 3]
"Holy mother of Narcillicus, looks like the captain's fears were well-founded! Screw this, I'm outta here!"The sailor runs away! However, another one eventually approaches.
"YOU PIECE OF HUMAN FILTH, SUBMIT TO YOUR BETTERS! TELL ME WHERE THE CAPTAIN IS!"[Sailor 2 reaction roll: 3]
"Uh, no. Sorry. No. Can't say."The sailor leaves with an awfully fidgety look to him. Before long, another is passing by.
"TELL ME WHERE THE CAPTAIN IS OR FACE ETERNAL DAMNATION AND HUMILIATION IN THE HORRIBLE PITS OF DARKNESS!"[Sailor 3 reaction roll: 6]
"Ooh, a demon barrel! How interesting! How is it that you can speak?"