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[Innsmothe]

Scott searchs the house for a nice an sharp knife, preferably with some curve on it, for good close quarters mauling. He will coat it, and the inside of its sheath with the thick black paste.

[killerhellhound]

get the mages to help me and see if the mushroom is actually harming me or other wise stopping movement

[Tomcost]

((I wasn't going to do so, anyway, I want something subtle))

Sigmund considered the situation, he had to fit the four mages, three zombies, an skeleton, and that weird tree-faced thing along with himself in a ship. One with an average size should suffice, he thought. He came closer to a medium sized boat and asked a crew member where the captain was. He introduced himself to the captain:

-Good [insert time of the day here], captain, I'm an emissary of a renowned Duke, which happens to be in dire need of naval transport. Is this wonderful ship available to do so? His escort comprises a total of ten people, including myself and the Duke himself. He is willing to pay a hefty sum if needed.

((harry, would you be so kind to invent a name for he family my character feigns to represent? As you already know, I'm not good at names. Also, is there any problem if I describe the clothes my character is wearing? Beacause I want he cloack and hood to be red with black details, with the family's insignia sewn in golden thread. Or just write something you feel that fits more, it doesn't matter.))

[Xanmyral]

Morton sighed, feeling as drained as a zombie could right then and there. His master was turned into a blanket, his other master not as sane as he thought, and now he's soul-bound to some strange mage. Today is just filled with bother. Morton dusts and straightens his attire, still wanting to look sharp, and makes his way to the kitchen, a goal on his mind.

"I need some tea..." He could only mutter. When he sees the tree-headed fellow being accosted by what looks like a fungus, he only blinks and continues to head for the kitchen, then stops mid step and sighs. "Follow me kind sir, I can help you remove the invasive presence." Once there, he drinks his tea and sets another pot to boil, trying to get it as hot as possible. Then, once he's satisfied with that, he gets proper hand protection and sets it near the pot to see if the strange skeleton followed him.

If so, he'll say "Please place the offending arm over the drain, don't want to get this all over the floor sir. This should scald the... Whatever that is off that you seem so intent on getting off. Now, now, I don't believe it should hurt you, as I think you're made of metal, so don't fidget too much sir." Then, with proper hand protection in hand, he pours the scalding water over the fungal arm, unless the strange skeletal man doesn't wish him to however.

[killerhellhound]

let Morton do his thing

[Harry Baldman]

In the Yaleson house...

While Kevin watches his good buddy Niklas intently, waiting for him to make a move, Scott decides to be more active. He looks for a knife that somebody hasn't taken yet.

Luckily, Gary had a sacrificial dagger that looks pretty wicked and curved lying around, complete with a sheath to go with it. It's specifically made for causing maximum bleeding and potential disembowelment, so it should be rather good for what he needs. He coats it in the near-black paste, making it look even more evil than before. Hope it works as well on other people as it did on Gary.

Mark, meanwhile, seeks the aid of the nearby mages! He shows them his arm.

"Oh, hey, look at that! It's... it's... it's on the tip of my tongue, what was it?"

"Mark?"

"No, that stuff on his arm... it was... oh, right, the Murdercap."

"Why do they call it that?"

"Mostly because it grows mostly where things have been recently killed. Loves heat, so you pour blood or anything else warm on it and it starts growing like crazy. Or at least so goes common wisdom. It tastes really good, I hear. Very nutritious. And not even poisonous. A bit hard to digest, though."

Bernie grabs a mushroom from Mark's arm and pulls off its cap. He then pockets his gains.

"Good stuff, all in all."

Morton, noticing the skeleton's plight, offers help.

"Follow me kind sir, I can help you remove the invasive presence."

He leads Mark to the kitchen, boiling some water and setting the skeleton's infested arm over a bucket, as drains are not really something commonly available 'round these parts. He then pours scalding water over the mushrooms. Interestingly enough, though they shrink and some fall off, the skeleton's metal arm is still largely covered with fungus. And more seems to be spreading along his shoulder. Drawing on his knowledge of boiling pots, Morton theorizes that this is because of the heat getting conducted over his metal skeleton. Interesting.


In the docks of Shriekpot...

Sigmund walks along the docks, looking around for a good medium-sized vessel. There seems to be one, certainly - a small (relatively speaking) cargo ship, built for maximum speed from the looks of it. It seems to be unattended at the moment, to tell the truth. That's odd. Sigmund goes up to take a look at it. Nobody in sight, truly. He tries to step on the deck, but is interrupted by a pleasant voice of rather ambiguous gender.

~Hello. May I help you in any way?~

Um... okay, if that's the way they want to play it.

~Good evening, voice, I'm an emissary of the renowned Duke Cskzipftmski.~

~How do you pronounce that?~

~Nobody is quite sure. We call him 'Honored Duke' to avoid a confrontation on the issue.~

~Ah, yes. Continue.~

~The Duke happens to be in dire need of personal transport. Is this wonderful ship available to do so? His escort comprises a total of ten people, including myself and the Duke. He is willing to pay a hefty sum if needed.~

~A reasonable sum will indeed be required. State your intended destination.~

[Tomcost]

By this moment, I am just considering the ships available, as my lord, in fact, is very secretive about his intentions. Does your ship have enough capacity to transport ten people, including supplies for a long journey?
After the answer:
We will consider this ship of yours, but, I am not authorized to decide by myself now. I will inform you later about the Duke's desicion.

Repeat the action of my previous post in another ship.

[Innsmothe]

Scott goes to find transportation, preferably singular and alive. He will ride to the port.

[Xanmyral]

"Hm..." Morton ho-hummed over the mushroom infested arm, trying to think of a way to get it off. He swore the hot water would work...  "Well sir, seems that didn't have the effect I was hoping. I can think of two other ways to get it off, Head Chief Niklas is an expert in all things food related, and as I can see this is fungus, he might know a way to get it off. Another way, one I don't recommend sir as per the dangers of your, ah, head, would be to burn it off. As I'm aware that those of the skeletal disposition can't speak, simply raise one finger if you wish to go see Chief Niklas, two if you wish to burn it off. Three if you have any other ideas, I think I can find you some paper and pencil if you are of possession of the ability to write and read that is."

[miauw62]

Kevin follows Niklas.

((Gonna auto to this for the night. Await my next action.))

[Xantalos]

((Sorry fit making ya wait, miaw.))

By your 'self', demon, I suppose you mean your soul, correct?

[Harry Baldman]

In the docks of Shriekpot...

Sigmund decides to play it as safely as he can.

~By this moment, I am just considering the ships available, as my lord, in fact, is very secretive about his intentions. Does your ship have enough capacity to transport ten people, including supplies for a long journey?~

~Yes, indeed I do. It is, in fact, one of my central duties to transport people to places they should desire, should the payment be adequate.~

~We will consider this ship of yours, but, I am not authorized to decide by myself now. I will inform you later about the Duke's decision.~

~Very well. I will remain here for several more days.~

Sigmund steps off the deck and looks for another ship. There is a rather okay-looking one nearby. There don't seem to be a lot of people on it. Just a few guards, it looks like. Sigmund walks up to them.

"Hello, could I speak to the captain?"

The guards, a bunch of brutish louts if Sigmund has ever seen any, turn to him, their large and unfriendly faces making him feel rather unwelcome.

"Come back in the morning, will ya? Captain's out having fun, and here you come to bother him. Uncivilized is what it is."


In the Yaleson house...

Scott decides that his corpse feet are simply too slow to be of proper use. Therefore he needs something to ride to Shriekpot, very much like a true knight would. And indeed, a mighty steed is not too far away in the woods, as Scott finds after a cursory look! It looks to be a horse with a rider on it. A rider whose throat has been pierced by an arrow. Interesting. The horse looks a tad shaken up, but otherwise good for riding. Must be his lucky day. Except for all the bad luck he's been having, that is.

Back inside, Morton, feeling awfully physician-like all of a sudden, explains Mark's options at this point.

"Well, sir, seems that didn't have the effect I was hoping. I can think of two other ways to get it off, Head Chief Niklas is an expert in all things food related, and as I can see this is fungus, he might know a way to get it off. Another way, one I don't recommend sir as per the dangers of your, ah, head, would be to burn it off. As I'm aware that those of the skeletal disposition can't speak, simply raise one finger if you wish to go see Chief Niklas, two if you wish to burn it off. Three if you have any other ideas, I think I can find you some paper and pencil if you are of possession of the ability to write and read that is."

Mark scratches his tree for a moment. He looks pretty indecisive at the moment. How unfortunate.

Meanwhile, Kevin just keeps on following Niklas. Sadly, the barbarian chef doesn't seem to be going anywhere. Instead, he makes conversation with the lead mage.

"By your 'self', demon, I suppose you mean your soul, correct?"

"Oh, would you stop calling me that. I'm no demon, and it insults me gravely that you use such a term, really. And, strictly speaking, I do not have a soul in the traditional sense, either. In addition, what in the world are you talking about, you raving lunatic?"

[Xantalos]

You're not bring specific enough with your bindings. By 'yourself', I can interpret that to mean your inner self. This I have full permission to harm your body. I would, but honestly I think you're too powerful right now. What was it you wanted? A ship? I'll get that for ye.
Walking down the stairs, Niklas sees the mushroom growing on Mark's arm. Huh. Well, there's got to be some farmers near here.

Niklas goes and finds a farmer of animals.
((Trust me, I think I know what do.))

[Spinal_Taper]

((Aww... I failed utterly.))
Leave. Wander around a little, but try not to get noticed.

[Harry Baldman]

In the Yaleson house...

Niklas explains his point of view to the Artiste.

"You're not bring specific enough with your bindings. By 'yourself', I can interpret that to mean your inner self. This I have full permission to harm your body. I would, but honestly I think you're too powerful right now."

"You could certainly interpret it that way, yes. But, then again, your interpretation is entirely irrelevant, as the word 'harm' means to hasten one's demise, inflict pain or otherwise impede health - you cannot actually harm the essence of being, you can merely hasten its transference. Such is the essence of harming something. But enough about that."

"What was it you wanted? A ship? I'll get that for ye."

"That's a good sport! Go right ahead."

Niklas is about to head out, but is distracted by the mushrooms on Mark's arm.

"Huh. Well, there's got to be some farmers near here."

He sets out to test this hypothesis, and is rather surprised when he is proven wrong. Only fields of rye and barley around these parts, and even those are pretty sparse. Doesn't look like animal husbandry is popular in this place.


Back in Emlocke...

Darren, slumping with defeat, tries to leave quietly. His secondary objective, which is to not get noticed, fails almost immediately as the dog and the man, both returning from the brutal slaying of Mel, run right at him.

"NO WITNESSES!" the man yells, hurling jars at Darren!

[Man water use roll: 4+1]
[Darren endurance roll: 6]

He smashes the jars mid-air with his blade arm, splashing Darren with burning water! Darren, smoking a bit from the water, gives the man a stern look.

The dog, meanwhile, looks on curiously at Darren.