At the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...Sigmund, supposing he has nothing better to do, proposes a plan!
"What about if, while the mages do their stuff, we hunt down that scammer? He owes us both money and time."This sentiment does appear to echo in the minds of the surrounding undead.
Scott, meanwhile, babbles at nobody in particular.
"Oi, you lot! Any chance you could magic up the ship a bit to make me feel better? I'll pay you...""What're ya talking about?"Scott doesn't immediately answer, handing the box to the Artiste and looking at Bernie. Hm. He looks to be standing right on the edge of the pier, looking at the sea with a mix of peevishness and crushing boredom. Perfect!
[Bump: Scott vs. Bernie: 3 vs. 1-
1]
Scott casually strolls up to the necromancer and bumps into him, making him lose his balance and plummet into the water below with a subdued, yet girly yell.
[Bernie swimming roll: 2]
Hm, he looks to have swallowed quite a bit of water. Not to mention somewhat failed at flotation. He appears to be sinking! Huh.
"Whoops. How clumsy of me."Despite the somewhat large amount of noise, nobody seems to have noticed him fall in. The perfect crime. He then harries Sigmund with his knife, though the guy appears to have other business with
Morton, who doesn't look like he's about to follow the rest.
"I believe it might be best suited if I were to stay here, for now at least, dreadfully sorry Sir Sigmund. I wish you luck in your endeavor however, and you may borrow my weapon if you'd like for the task," he says, offering his delightfully grubby rubber oar.
Scott, meanwhile, is starting to feel a tad strange. A feeling of great unease assaults him.
"Thank you, sir, but I have already acquired weapons," Sigmund replies, brandishing his tomahawks.
"But, well, do what you you wish, sir. I just hope Niklas doesn't cause you any problems. If you think that it is inconvenient for the group to have him here, just tell him to come with us.""Chef Niklas doesn't cause problems, I've not known him to make any that aren't big enough to clean with a bit of work and dedication. It's up to Chef Niklas as to what he wishes to do, I'm just his friend and helper.""I admire your optimism. I wish you good luck. I hope the next time we meet again we will be some gold coins richer."Niklas, as is customary when one's name is uttered, joins the conversation, sighing sadly.
"I'd like a kitchen like that...but back to business. We need to get a refund, do we not? While its confusing that the demongodartist didn't soul bind the mages who ran the ship, I'll go with you to... get a refund from the ticket guy.""I doubt it would make that much of a difference - the ship is somewhat hot property, as they say in the parlance of the times. Not to mention that it's owned by the closest thing this silly world has to a magic police. I have certain reservations about announcing myself in such a manner. Those people talk to gods and demons far too much."However, Niklas is a tad beyond the point of caring about such details at this point.
"What do you think, Sven?" he asks the cat. The cat meows resignedly and with a certain dignity resembling that of a man on the day of his hanging.
"Good, it's settled then! Let's go get a refund!"... nonchalant culinary pause...
"And possibly cook the guy."Before moving along, he remembers the thing in the cake he didn't even see yet.
"Heh. Hope they like that tiger I put in the cake."He then moves to accompany Sigmund, who appears to be waiting for Scott to poke him in the right direction. Scott, meanwhile, is staring blankly into the distance and blinking slowly.
Mark also joins the exploratory conga line right behind his new designated leader, selected in a process known colloquially as the Path of Most Bat Guano.
Meanwhile, Evelyn appears to be trying to figure out why her magical expertise only seems to work half the time. She looks at Erin coldly and experiments with hand gestures before shaking her head.
"Perhaps later.""Aw. Well, let's say hello to the captain, then."All the mages, minus Bernie, step onto the boat.
Back in Emlocke...Darren looks around carefully. There's certainly nothing to be seen, though there is certainly something around.
"Any ideas? Guys?"The whip man nods and rushes forth into the alley!
[Whip Man attack roll: 1+2]
He swings his bladed whip around in a rather strange fashion. What's even stranger is that he manages to draw blood. Twice. That is, until something catches him by it, something Darren can't quite see. The whip man then does a strange dance in the thin air, avoiding something that seems to lightly slice along his robe.
"No ideas."[Master magic roll: 5+1]
The dog barks in the direction of the whip man, though not in such a way as to directly hit him.
[Whip Man endurance roll: 6+1]
The whip man laughs as the wave clips him slightly. There is a slight groan from the thin air as something seems to collapse like a sack of potatoes.
"Invisible minions. Be careful."Just then, the whip man begins to dodge wildly and swing his whip, hitting something rather pronouncedly, as evidenced by a spurt of blood and the sound of a screech, followed by a crash to the ground. The whip man then receives a stab to the side, looks like, ducks strangely and swings again, though nothing appears to be hit by it.
All in all, perplexing.
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