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[Harry Baldman]

At the cargo hold of the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...

Niklas decides to follow the cat into the cargo hold, acting on the advice of his crazed grandfather.

He goes right in, followed by Mark and Kevin while Morton covers the exit. Stepping into the cargo hold, he realizes that it has been very long since anyone stepped in here. Who knows where amongst the chewed-up crates and smashed debris, not to mention the ruined metal fittings the cat might be. Not to mention that it is hellishly dark in there. Only Mark can actually see anything, and even that's just his compatriots and the cat.


In the Gerfluski and Sons Bank...

Scott realizes that he might have actually been loaded this entire time. And Gary never told him, always saying it was "a bit" or something similarly cryptic.

"How much do we actually have in the account?"

"The total comes to exactly 35 gold and 2 silver coins."

Whoa. Well, better show him the goods. Scott takes off his husband cape and unfurls it so that Gary's face can be easily seen by the clerk.

"As you can see, my husband is currently in no position to manage his funds, thus I shall be taking full ownership of the account, as per rules on critical illness and impairment."

"Sir, that is a sheet with your husband's face on it, not your actual husband, and as such, not conclusive as proof of your husband's incapacitation. You will have to present a proper certificate of death or alternative state of being along with a specialist's verdict on the situation for us to be able to help you."

The other clerk seems to have returned along with an important-looking individual, and they are both looking at the scene with interest.


Outside a luxurious mansion...

Sigmund, sadly, cannot help the man reach Scott presently, and says so plainly.

"I'm afraid that he must be busy now, as he got a problem with the guards. Anyway, when I find him, I will tell him to come."

"Ah. How regrettable. Well then, Mr... um, what was your name? And for that matter, what's your partner's name, in case he does not reach us and I need to find him? Also, I was wondering, are you and your partner residents or visitors in our fair town?"

[Xanmyral]

[I'd just like to mention, I think this guy is going to kill you horribly Tomcost.]

Morton watched the three dash into hold with nary a light, and waited a bit to see if they'd come back to get one. Seeing no, he sighs and searches for one himself. Where would they be without him? In the dark, for one. When a light source is found, he'll venture forth into the darkness to catch up to them.

[Innsmothe]

"This is indeed my husband, a coterie of magicians took lodgings at our house and he was transformed into this pathetic state! I am now in service to a strange necromancer! Now allow me access to my funds."
If he is refused again, he will summon up putrid bile from his body and spit it at the teller, before leaving and heading back to the Artiste.

[Tomcost]

((I also doubt about this, but, well, what else I can do? I can't kill him, and he is a mage, so, there are not many things to do rather than leaving, and for the game's sake, I'm not going to do that))

Sigmund introduced himself:

-My name is Sigmund. I'm actually an exile. I worked as a counselor, but I was forced to leave when a revolution arised in my land and the nobility blamed me for my lack of prevision. My partner is Scott, Scott Yaleson, he lives in the city. We were both enslaved to a pseudo-demon lord currently inhabiting a human host. It is actually a long story.

He then sighed, and resumem the conversation:

-I think that we will leave soon, as my new master wants to go to the Realm of Dreams. That's why I've been looking for money in the first place; to be able to pay for a ship to take us there. By any chance, do you know something about it?

[Spinal_Taper]

"HEY! LADY! I JUST HEALED YOU, SO STOP TRYING TO KILL US!"
Darren tries and levitate her up out of whipmans and the masters reach, as well as taking them and himself out of her reach.

[miauw62]

Kevin feels around to see if he can find some sort of lantern and matches.

[Harry Baldman]

Around the cargo hold of the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...

Morton shakes his head at the poorly thought-out movement of the others and tries to find some sort of light source.

Man, it's dark in here as well, to be honest. Morton takes out his magical lighter and lights it up. Ah, that's better. He looks around for a light source.

He finds only an oily rag, and even that is found only through sheer happenstance. As in, he bends over and accidentally sets it on fire. Now it's burning rather brightly.

Slightly deeper within the cargo hold, Kevin parallels Morton's search. He is altogether more successful, as he finds a rather untouched lantern hidden beneath a smashed bookcase. Sweet! Looks like it even has oil in it. No matches, though. Not that it would be reasonable to expect any on a 200-year-old ship that has been largely undisturbed in that time.


In the Gerfluski and Sons Bank...

Scott is righteously indignant at the clerk's behavior. He gestures expressively at the sheet in his hand.

"This is indeed my husband, a coterie of magicians took lodgings at our house and he was transformed into this pathetic state! I am now in service to a strange necromancer! Now allow me access to my funds."

"I'm sorry, but, even if what you say is true, it's illegal to let you access said funds without appropriate paperwork. You can try to convince me all you want, but the truth of what you say isn't the question here or, rather, whether I believe it or not."

Okay, that's it. Time to break out the biological warfare. Scott deliberately tries to summon all of his diseased phlegm and launch it at the clerk!

[Phlegm warfare roll: 3]

He spits on the counter. The clerk looks on in vague disgust as Scott leaves and heads back to the Artiste. Once he reaches them, Bernie, currently seated on a barrel and looking fiendishly bored, greets him in his particular way.

"Did you get the gods-damned money already, you nitwit?"

Art, resting on the dock and looking at the sky in a leisurely fashion, also offers words of greeting.

"As much as I hate to impose and all, seriously, any progress?"

Finally, the Artiste, up to that point looking content as he stares at the horizon, directs his attention to Scott.

"Don't worry, people, I am sure he has something. Surely he couldn't have come back empty-handed yet again."


At a luxurious mansion...

Sigmund, asked for his identity, kindly provides the requested information.

"My name is Sigmund. I'm actually an exile. I worked as a counselor, but I was forced to leave when a revolution arose in my land and the nobility blamed me for my lack of prevision. My partner is Scott, Scott Yaleson, he lives in the city. We were both enslaved to a pseudo-demon lord currently inhabiting a human host. It is actually a long story."

The man looks very intrigued. The butler, however, maintains a front of enlightened, polite disinterest. A true credit to his profession.

"Oh my. A pseudo-demon lord, you say? How incredibly strange."

"I think that we will leave soon, as my new master wants to go to the Realm of Dreams. That's why I've been looking for money in the first place; to be able to pay for a ship to take us there. By any chance, do you know something about it?"

"The Realm of Dreams? Why, quite a lot, to tell you the truth. Could talk your ear off about it, actually, if you wish me to. And a bit of it is quite practical, I must say. In particular, I have an item of interest that may help you. Would you like to see it?"


Back in Emlocke...

Darren has had quite enough of this nonsense. Get over your violent natures, people! Give peace a chance! He'll rocket the lady into the stratosphere if he has to!

"HEY! LADY! I JUST HEALED YOU, SO STOP TRYING TO KILL US!"

The lady turns toward him.

"A-what?"

[Telekinesis roll: 4]

She is then lifted off the ground with reasonable speed, rising to an altitude of about 15 meters in the air.

"Let me go, you fiend!"

Darren is sorely tempted, to say the least. He sees the whip man stand at ease, twirling something in his fingers. The dog seems to have given up on barking at her as well, though he most certainly is not out of range for it.

"Submit already. You're losing."

"No! I'd rather perish in the service of Rysinia than live a traitor to her principles!"

Why do they have to be so difficult?

[Harry Baldman]

Double post!

[Innsmothe]

"The Blond one told you to wait, busy messing about on that other ship. And also, thanks to blondie, I can't access my own store of bullion due to my former master being a damn sheet and unable to give permission. So unless you are willing to help me relieve said funds, we will have to wait for that damned blondie.

Tries to emotively express how irritated, frustrated and incensed by everything that has happened through pounding his face into the hull of the ship.

[Xantalos]

So. Does anyone see the cat?

Cat search.
Remain on guard.

[Tomcost]

Sigmund said to the man:

- I'd love to see it. While I'm actually concerned, mostly, in not dying in my way there, but I could use any advice you could get me. Is it a dangerous place?

[Xanmyral]

"Oh dear." Morton flicks off the light on the magical fire-starting thing, places it back, and tries to pick the rag up with the rubber oar, or failing that at least try to put it out with it.

[killerhellhound]

seeing the fire at the door and the lantern in kivens hand has an idea first steal the lantern then light the wick with the oil rag

[Spinal_Taper]

"Look, lady. I don't really want to go around killin' people, alright? So why don't we all just calm down and get along for a bit?"

[miauw62]

Kevin runs back to Morton, lantern in hand, to see if he has some matches, only to see his friend desperately swatting a burning rag. Because he realizes that a burning ship is worse than a dark ship, he joins in and starts swatting the rag with his oar too.