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[killerhellhound]

seeing the under reaction Mark puts his popcorn back into hammerspace then looks for a pack of cards or other tool

[Tomcost]

Sigmund friendly said goodbye to the foreign fellow and told Morton that the situation was now under control. As the knives were already being zealously sharpened by the cook, an idea crossed his mind: there should be shovels, axes, hoes or simmilar tools who could be used as weapons in the house or it's garden.

Sigmund looks for tools that can be used as weapons.

[Spinal_Taper]

((I'm sorry, bandmen. I have failed you.))
Try and regroup with Mel. Go all metal gear phantasmal.

[killerhellhound]

metal gear phantasmal.[/b]

What
is that?
(I never played metal gear)

[Spinal_Taper]

metal gear phantasmal.[/b]

What
is that?
(I never played metal gear)

((It's just a lame little joke. Metal Gear Solid, but Darren is phantasmal, not solid.))

[Xanmyral]

Morton sets about boiling another bit of water and finding ingredients for tea after taking the boiling willow bark off the fire, with proper hand protection, when he believes enough time has passed. He stars preparing the tea while he lets the willow simmer for a bit outside of the fire, and when he has the tea in a situation where he can leave it alone, he gathers both a cup, a sponge, a bowl, and a platter to hold them all on. Morton sets them by the boiled willow water to also set the tea off the fire, he's died once enough to learn that lesson.

Carter then fills the cup and bowl with the willow bark water, and puts the sponge near the bowl, then carefully heads up the stairs. He sees the strange pale traveler tell him about the situation and tries to give him his best smile, which with his face is still probably pretty horrifying. "Thank you kind sir, thank you very much! That's a burden off my shoulders that you have lifted. Oh, pardon me, excuse me for being rude, I don't believe I caught your name. I'm Carter, Carter Morton, the butler of Master Scott and Gary's home." He stops for a moment to chat with the kind traveler, before then heading up to Scott and Gary's room, and speaks through the door. "Master Scott, I have the boiled willow ready for you. I'm also brewing up some tea if you would like some sir."

[killerhellhound]

metal gear phantasmal.[/b]

What
is that?
(I never played metal gear)

((It's just a lame little joke. Metal Gear Solid, but Darren is phantasmal, not solid.))

damn
thought that it would have some awesome powers and killing powers not be a joke

[Tomcost]

When Sigmund talked with Morton, he said:

It's a pleasure to be able to help you, good sir. By the way, I'm Sigmund. I see that you have work to do now, so I won't make you lose more time.
He then went to look for some tool which could be used as weapons.

[Harry Baldman]

On the first floor of the Yaleson house...

Sigmund springs into action, running over to Mark and interviewing him on the subject of a set of stolen knives, making his very best interrogation face as he does so.

Sadly, his hardcore approach proves unnecessary, as Mark just relaxedly points out an end table at the opposite corner of the room. Sigmund quietly thanks him and trots over to get them, then takes them to the nearby Niklas, hoping that his story will be believed and not just met with grievous bodily harm in large quantities.

"Excuse me, sir, I found these things over a table, do they belong to you? I think I heard that you were looking for some missing knives."

Niklas looks at the knives that are indeed in Sigmund's hands.

"Knives? KNIVES!"

He snatches the utensils out of Sigmund's hands. His mouth, the only actually visible part of his face, contorts into a smile. He claps Sigmund on the shoulder.

"You are a good man. Now to fix them...

He stares oddly at the knives, then shuffles off to the kitchen.

[Sharpening roll: 5]

There is the sound of metal grinding against metal for a few minutes, then the sound ridiculously sharp metal cleaving the air together with clearly audible manly giggling. As it begins to subside, Morton comes out of the room, then engages in some friendly conversation with Sigmund.

"Thank you kind sir, thank you very much! That's a burden off my shoulders that you have lifted. Oh, pardon me, excuse me for being rude, I don't believe I caught your name. I'm Carter, Carter Morton, the butler of Master Scott and Gary's home."

"It's a pleasure to be able to help you, good sir. By the way, I'm Sigmund. I see that you have work to do now, so I won't make you lose more time."

Morton nods and goes upstairs. Sigmund throws Mark a conspiratorial glance as they then commence the looting! Mark lifts a handy deck of weird cards from a trophy cabinet while Sigmund briefly and greedily regards a broom before judging it to be completely worthless compared to him, as it looks mostly rotten or at the very least moldy. And looking out the window reveals that there are zero gardens in the vicinity. This is somewhat of a setback. How is he supposed to rampage if he has no tools?


On the second floor of the Yaleson house...

Scott takes his methods of alternative medicine and runs with them, now helping himself more than his husband, really.

"Damn you and your kind, dear husband! Oh noooooo dear, I don't think it's appropriate for me to divulge my secrets to you. It's my hobby, not yours. And you probably wouldn't make it past the chapter of minor cantrips... See what your bloody hobby and your lack of faith in me has gotten you!"

He cracks the infirm necromancer on the jaw to prove his point!

[Gary endurance roll: 6]

Gary, however, is having none of that, opting for the best defense as his recovery strategy.

[Domestic Violence: Gary vs. Scott: 3 vs. 6-1]

However, he is still but a terribly ill man, so Scott catches his hand, twists it slightly to make Gary squirm, then lets go, allowing him to slip back into a pained state of infirmity and helplessness untainted by sudden flashes of rage.

Damn, is this therapeutic or what?

"Master Scott, I have the boiled willow ready for you. I'm also brewing up some tea if you would like some, sir."

Ah. Now the healing begins.


Back in Emlocke...

Darren, satisfied at his success, searches around for Mel. If he can't keep the whole band alive, he can at least try to save him. And he will do this as stealthily as possible. He will be like the spirit of the earth, everywhere and nowhere at the same time!

With this in mind, he does eventually find Mel! He appears to be busy running down an alley and not looking back. Silly Mel.

[Xanmyral]

[Note to self: To heal, punch. Actual actions later when I have time.]

[Gamerlord]

(So what's happened since I died?)

[killerhellhound]

(I was a badass thats all you need to know)
try the Divination out using the cards

[Tomcost]

The sound of sharp metal caught the attention of Sigmund. Maybe the cook would be so nice to lend him one?

He aproached the northern zombie, and said:
That clever you have looks pretty sharp, I have to say, as well as the rest of this knives you have here. You, actually, have done an excellent job with them!. Would you mind, sir, if I borrow one of them? See, as we have been recently soulbounded, our new master is probably going to use us as fodder, so a means of defending myself would be necessary for my survival. I hope that you understand.


((OOC for Gamerlord:
New chapter begun, the Artiste is the leader now, and we have all been bounded to him. We are all in the Yaleson's manor. Scott Yaleson is taking care of his still alive husband while we just hang out doing petty stuff. I'm currently finishing kind of quest to get a weapon))

[Gamerlord]

Who is Yaleson?

[Harry Baldman]

Who is Yaleson?

Innsmothe, a player. His husband's a necromancer.