In the Feisty Jelly...
Scott looks at the idle Mark and promptly scolds him.
"MARK! Put that away before I jam it in your eye-socket!"
Mark, however, pays no mind to him. Oh well, he tried.
"It's not like he has eye sockets anymore. Don't waste your breath on him." Sigmund tells Scott, then trying to attract the attention of the barkeep again.
"Don't worry, he's mostly inoffensive. It's the result of the practice of an inexperienced transmutator, I think. Well, will you give us two of those Specials?"
"Now, as you were saying...?"
"Hm. Well, okay. I think the con artists mostly hang around the trade quarter - richer pickings there. Also, the Specials, eh?"
The barkeep takes two copper coins and produces two tankards filled with an extremely dark substance that smells rather awful.
Meanwhile, Niklas steps up on a table and shouts, an activity which ranks in his top three of things to do in a bar.
"ALL THOSE WHO HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO, RAISE YOUR HANDS!"
About ten people raise their hands. Receptive audience! How naive of them.
On the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...
Kevin supposes there's no point in wasting perfectly good sails to wrap up some guy he doesn't even know, naval tradition and honor be damned, so he, with Morton's generous aid, handily lifts the corpse of Bernie up and chucks it overboard, watching it float up to the surface slowly.
"Oh dear, I wonder what happened to the poor king to cause such a response. Must've been truly dreadful," Morton notes, making sure that it doesn't sound for one second like he actually wants to get the gruesome details. "So, good captain, what do you think of our destination, Horizon Isle? I admit I don't know much about it except that people disappear there, so I'm told."
"They found THAT PLACE a bit AFTER MY TIME, I'M AFRAID. Not to mention that I STAYED WELL AWAY from the SEA OF DEATH when I could HELP IT! Why, THE ONE TIME I didn't MY ENTIRE CREW and MYSELF ALL PERISHED! I don't know the EXACT LEGENDS, but I DO KNOW THAT IT'S APPARENTLY NOT A GOOD PLACE for common mortals. WHY, I cannot say! I ALSO KNOW that it's probably BEST REACHED from THIS DIRECTION, as it IS PART OF AN ARCHIPELAGO OF SEVEN ISLES. Happens to be AT THE END OF IT, actually! Well, FROM THIS DIRECTION, anyway. FROM THE OTHER THERE IS ONLY OCEAN!"
In the air above Emlocke...
Darren understands that this is no time for rationality! Only one thing will grant him the necessary drive to survive! Panic! Panic as hard as possible!
He rapidly plummets downward, stopping abruptly when he reaches the group!
"OH PLEASE HELP ME WHAT IS GOING ON."
"Don't know. Explain, please. Need explanation. Not clairvoyant. Despite appearances."
[Darren will roll: 1]
However, Darren manages but a single "Urk!" as his world becomes pain once again!
[Darren will roll: 3-1]
Followed immediately by a "Gah!" as his soul is seemingly wrenched out of place by some sort of divine spiked crowbar of agony!
"Looks familiar. Bound, perhaps? Try praying. Velusius helpful. Demons also. Try Velusius. Not forbidden. Unlike demons."
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