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[killerhellhound]

Thanks for the cat.

Hold the cat in one hand and attempt to pry a giant clam open with a knife.

(I'm taking bets on Xantalos losing his head or arm)

[Harry Baldman]

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

Morton, happy to have helped his buddy Kevin, looks for an adequate means of extinguishing the oily rag.

Fortunately, there is a barrel of vintage sludge right next to him. Morton dunks the rag right into it, happy when it is successfully and safely extinguished in the primordial, inky darkness of the unknown substance. Pulling the oar out is a bit more difficult than placing it in the sludge, admittedly, but it's not too much of a problem. Now he has a sludge-covered oar and rag. Man, it's going to be nine kinds of disgusting to hit someone with that.

But that will have to be dealt with later. Meanwhile, within the cargo hold, Mark hands the cat to Niklas, who grabs it in his free hand, using the other to pry open the clam.

[Prying roll: 1+1]

Damn thing's stuck tight, though. Well, at least he has his cat.

[Grapple: Cat vs. Niklas: 5 vs. 4+1]

Yep. The cat's safe and sound! Loud, too.

While Niklas takes care of that, Mark investigates the cages. Judging by the fact that they seem to have been melted through by some sort of acid-like substance, it's quite likely that whatever was in them possessed such a substance or was given it in some sort of prison trade. Judging by the size of the cages and the fineness of their mesh, the thing contained within was about the size of the clams on the ground and presumably had some way of getting through meshes that are less fine. And since he can't see why not, Mark presumes that magic was involved. Somehow.


At the Gerfluski and Sons Bank...

Scott figures he could apologize. After all, to not do this would be most immature of him. Not apologizing would be something Bernie might do, and if that's not a good reason to do the opposite, Scott doesn't know what is!

"I am not such small a man to be unable to admit that I unfairly lost my temper, you have my complete and unreserved apology for that instance, good sir."

The clerk nods with satisfaction.

"Your apology is accepted, good sir. Now we may resume business on a foundation of mutual respect."

Scott turns to his companions.

"Now as to our business at hand?"

"Right. Let's call the fellow out. I'll be the anchor."

"Alright, I'll be the puller."

The two guys walk to the sheet and start gesturing and muttering.

[Bernie magic roll: 2]
[Art magic roll: 5]

Art seems to be a bit quicker at this than Bernie, pulling Gary Yaleson's disembodied soul out of the sheet! It looks like a faintly glowing aetheric cloud, though it unquestionably has Gary's face.

"Aw, shit. Too fast! Too fast!"

[Gary will roll: 6]

Gary seems to be looking fine just now, though.

"Oh... I'm... out of... that thing. What... uh..."

Well, maybe not perfectly fine, but close enough.

"So it does seem to contain Mr. Yaleson's soul. I certainly recognize his voice. Mr. Yaleson, that is you, correct?"

Gary seems to snap out of a stupor suddenly, turning to the clerk and taking on a more certain shape.

"Yes. I am Gary Yaleson. And you are... Mr. Whitman, I believe. How's your wife doing? Still working on her harpsichord skills?"

"Oh yes. Certainly still abominable at it, too."

"My condolences, then."

They both chuckle heartily.


At a luxurious mansion...

Sigmund admits that the mansion is indeed quite excellent, then offers words of gratefulness.

"Well, I'm sure that this medallion would be a more that ideal compensation, good sir. Actually, it would be quite rude to ask for more than a life-saver device as this one. But I will make sure that my partner comes here when I find him."

"Yes, you do that. I will have something similar for him as well, I believe."

"You sir, have shown me that there are are still good people in this world. From my experience, the richer a person gets, the greedier they become. You showed the opposite. I'm glad to have met you, I hope fate brings me to opportunity to meet more people like you. I have to leave now, as I don't want to be left behind. But, before leaving, I would like to know your name, just in case I need to look for somebody generous again."

"Oh, how rude of me not to properly introduce myself. My name is Irwin Gimble, and I was certainly glad to be of service. Happy trails, Sigmund. Hope you reach the Realm of Dreams."

Sigmund, now one medallion richer, heads over to the enchanted ship. He finds it severely lacking in his masters. Dang. He goes up to the captain. Man, does that guy ever stop smoking his pipe with dignity? Sigmund's heard it's not good for the lungs.

"Do you know where my companions went?"

The captain nods affirmatively.

"Ah, they went to a bank, I believe. Said something about withdrawing funds. Wouldn't be able to tell you which one, exactly, but there aren't many, to tell you the truth - only about three that actually serve people."

[Innsmothe]

"Sweetie, any chance giving me permission to withdraw enough money for these fine people to purchase seats for a voyage. You know, me being soul bound and all that."

The later remark has no subtlety to its hard biting edge.

[Tomcost]

Sigmund thanked the man and went to a bank to look for the rest of his group.

[killerhellhound]

get everyone away from the clams and kill any clam that starts moving

[miauw62]

Kevin sees Niklas trying to pry open one of the clams, and decides to help him.

[Xantalos]

Hmm.

Experimentally stab the clam with my acid-proof knife.

[Xanmyral]

Morton sighed, that fire put out, and examines the oar. Its not as nice looking now, but it's still a weapon, it'll do. He made his way to the others, oar in hand, trying to see what they're up to. "Well, that's over with. Sorry for the wait chaps, had a bit of a problem of a pryo nature. Now then, where are these... Things?"

[Harry Baldman]

At the Gerfluski and Sons Bank...

Scott speaks to the apparition of his husband with remarkable nonchalance.

"Sweetie, any chance giving me permission to withdraw enough money for these fine people to purchase seats for a voyage. You know, me being soulbound and all that."

"Hmm... I don't know. I'm not sure I should. You've never been too good with money, Scott. You'll probably spend it on something else before you knew it. I know how you get sometimes, darling."

This might not be quite as simple as Scott may have thought.

[Bernie magic roll: 4]

Bernie waves his hands a bit, and Gary looks a bit more stable all of a sudden.

"Gotcha. No slipping into the afterlife for you just yet."


At the enchanted ship of Shriekpot...

Sigmund looks for a bank. After all, it can't be that difficult to locate a bank, be it prestigious or otherwise. After all, wretched bloodsuckers are easy to find if you're one yourself.

And it isn't difficult at all! There looks to be one right there. A rather nice building, Sigmund finds - a stone affair with rather pretty mosaic-patterned windows. Looks friendly enough. He goes right in.

Passing through large double doors with the sign "De Jong and Associates Bank" at the front, he comes to a luxurious lobby. Spacious and well-furnished, it features high-quality carpets, several rows of columns and even a large fountain in the middle of the room. The lobby is quite crowded, with several people in apparently varied states of wealth chatting to each other over glasses of fine wine.

Immediately as Sigmund walks in, the door shuts behind him without any effort on his part. Before he can do anything else, he finds himself approached by a woman. She is in her late twenties, looks like, and rather attractive. She starts up a chat with him.

"Hello, sir, and welcome to De Jong and Associates, the largest and most profitable banking enterprise of this part of the continent. I'm Olivia de Jong, how may I assist you today?"


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

Mark is struck by a horrible realization. The clams, man! The clams! It all makes sense! Quick, everybody get away from the clams!

[Mark relocation roll: 5]
[Niklas resistance roll: 2]
[Kevin resistance roll: 5]

He successfully pushes away Niklas, who seems to have been in the middle of stabbing a clam, but he decides not to help Kevin when the latter begins to swing his rubber oar around menacingly. Clams need bait, after all. Mark gazes at the clams, expecting them to make a move any minute now. Meanwhile, Kevin tries to pry open one of the clams.

[Prying roll: 3]

He manages to open it just a tiny bit, surprisingly enough! These clams sure are tough. Time for Niklas to try his luck again. Since the clams don't seem to be taking the initiative, he steps right back to one and stabs it.

[Stabbing roll: 5+1]

Concentrating his rabid cook-energy into a single blow, he forces the platinum-iridium knife into the clam, tearing a hole in it and spreading cracks along its surface!

After a minute of experimental waiting, nothing appears to have eaten him or his knives yet. How dull.

Morton, meanwhile, comes into the room and tries to catch up on the adventure-deficient antics of the cargo hold crew.

"Well, that's over with. Sorry for the wait chaps, had a bit of a problem of a pryo nature. Now then, where are these... Things?"

Neither Mark nor Kevin give him a definite answer. And Niklas is too busy stabbing clams and watching the results very intently to mind him particularly.

[Tomcost]

Sigmund smiled to the young woman, and asked politely:

-I'm looking for a friend, his name is Scott Yaleson. By any chance, is he a customer of this bank?

[Xantalos]

Drop the cat onto the clam to see what happens.

[Xanmyral]

"...Ah. Er, sirs, are you sure these just aren't clams? I believe the creatures are probably further in..." Morton injected, staring at the antics of his compatriots with a mixture of amusement and confusion. "I believe the creatures would be further in, chances are."

[Xantalos]

Just a test.

[Xanmyral]

"A... Test? A test for what? Is this another thing you wish to cook?" Morton asked the chef.

[Xantalos]

I want to see if the clam is the creature. If the cat gets eaten, we're fine.
I'm going to cook one of these too, though.