In the sea near Shriekpot...
Mark, rather in a hurry now to avoid losing all of his precious internal water, tries to get out of the salty depths!
He goes several steps before noticing a bloodied harpoon lowering nearby. And it has a rope, too! How convenient! He grabs on and climbs it out, finding himself in the company of a rather beaming Scott, a somewhat sulky and ambivalent Kevin and a very, very stabbed giant catfish-like thing that still takes the time to flop around a bit and bleed on deck.
[Tree endurance roll: 3]
The tree still seems like it's not doing too well. Mark feels like he's getting smaller in a head sort of sense. Head no feel good.
At a hateful fire pit...
Sigmund looks at the tiny little mushrooms growing around the fire pit, then points at them excitedly for Morton's benefit.
"Look! It seems that now we don't need to keep trying to grow this mushroom anymore. Now we just need some things to carry them."
"Indeed, the mushrooms grow at a rather expedient pace. Although the coloration worries me a trifle... do be careful of the smoke, good Sir Sigmund, a quite painful experience it is."
He handwalks into the house, navigating the gangplank, then looks for supplies of use in such an endeavor. After a short looks around, he comes to the conclusion that there are no flasks or glasses around here. Or blankets in ready availability - wonder who took them all, actually. A bit sad, he walks out, also on his arms, and parks his keister near the fire pit. Oh well. He probably couldn't have gathered any spores with those things anyway, considering that they're invisible to the naked eye while not in a uniform cloud.
"Please hand me my weapon of choice, Morton. The situation demands it."
Sigmund takes the guisarme and uses his freakishly long arms to cut off one small, growing mushroom and fetch it with the sharp hook. He then picks it up in his hand and displays it proudly! It does cause a tingling sensation in his fingers, though.
"This mushroom can be perfectly used for making poison, there is no need to remove the big one from the oar."
He hands the mushroom to Morton, who takes it and looks at it in the bright moonlight, also feeling his fingers tingle.
"As you say, good Sir Sigmund, these will indeed be quite helpful, we can attempt to make a new batch of the paste with this quite readily I believe."
"While we wait for the fire to extinguish, should we gather wood from the pile?"
Morton goes along with Sigmund and they both gather wood, Morton piling it up (as Sigmund, needing his arms for walking, can't really help much) near the fire pit, but not too near.
In a rudimentary town hall...
Darren keeps things short and concise.
"Gotta find the crown of flowers."
Elder Yunfunt giggles childishly.
"The Crown-a-Flowers? Dunno where t'find one o' those. I'd say ask the guy in the Tomb o' Everything - place where all things go ta die. Also known as our general store!"
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