On the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...
Niklas tries to find some kind of strap or rope in order to make himself into a new chef! Better in both armament and looks, it shall be a new beginning!
Fortunately, rope and leather straps appear to be in relative abundance around here! Niklas takes a few and tries to make himself a +5 harness of optimal culinary performance!
[Crafting roll: 4]
He does eventually make a wonderful full-body harness of most of the tools available, including strapping all the giant cleavers around his back! Two of the saw had to stay asides, though. Too big and unwieldy - he's pretty sure you need two people to use one of them properly.
[Strength roll: 4+1]
And the harness can be carried rather nicely! Much better than previously! It's lucky that Niklas is as beefy as he is - a lesser man would break under the weight of the thing. He can't move quite as quickly anymore, though, but he would wager that this harness might function as armor. Not good armor, naturally, but good enough to turn aside a slashing weapon occasionally.
Meanwhile, back on the deck, Scott engages in the ancient Yaleson ritual of sharpening his harpoon vigorously until it becomes powerful enough to turn any knight into a quivering mass of flesh.
[Sharpening roll: 2]
However, the blade, chipped as it is, confounds Scott! It renders him momentarily dysfunctional! His spirits drop immediately as he realizes he has no idea what he's doing! He hasn't sharpened his harpoon once in his entire life!
Maybe he should seek advice from someone more experienced in such matters. Ah, if only he hadn't killed Bernie.
At the schoolhouse of Shriekpot...
Kevin decides to wander off in a completely random direction as he writes the schoolhouse off as a waste of time. He wanders off aimlessly, eventually coming back to port by sheer accident. Go figure, huh?
In the Fabulous Dimension...
Sigmund, flying through the void rapidly, politely clarifies his gender and purpose.
"I'm sorry, but I'm a man, and although I'm quite old, I don't think that I look old. I'm Sigmund, it's a pleasure to meet you. I came here as a result of a ritual performed by an extravagant cloth vendor. I've been told that you make things fabulous here. And I think that I currently lack that fabulousness. I just want to look better, although not very different if possible. I would like to keep a humanoid form, but, well, you are the experts in these kind of things, right? I'm sure you will do a wonderful job anyway."
"Hm. Lots of naked men falling in today. Well, I certainly have my work cut out for me! You are most certainly an abominable nudist, and we cannot have that! Prepare to be changed for the more fabulous, if not necessarily the better!"
[Alteration roll: 4]
Suddenly, Sigmund is twisted and reshaped at the creature's whim! He becomes something... rather different, he would say. He most definitely does not look like he used to - for one, he is taller and much more muscular in his looks. What's more, his arms now have a far more aesthetically pleasing length rather than the previously incredibly strange one. His pale skin becomes noticeably reddish-purple, and he appears to have attained a rather large headdress resembling a strange wig made of strange, scintillating, golden wormlike things. This motif carries over to the rest of his garb - he seems to be wearing a large, rather imposing greatcoat made of the same thing - it's remarkably soft and warm, he must say - and a set of pants that really seem to accentuate the hips. Also, he now has a rather unusual black handlebar mustache that writhes expressively with his every facial movement, complete with eyebrows conforming to the same principle. Every one of his features has become far more sharp and alert-looking. Finally, he appears to be wearing a set of red, high-heeled leather boots that seem to make his feet look bigger than they really are.
In short, he looks a bit fruity, though at least he's not a desk.
"There we go! Don't we look marvelous?"
Next to a rather strange cloth salesman...
Morton keeps up the conversation. Not like he has anything better to do while Sigmund undergoes his extreme makeover.
"I must say, that is quite the interesting achievement Sir Tailor. However did you manage to uncover such a thing?"
"I studied demonology in the University of Magic before I turned to fashion. The two mix rather well, unsurprisingly."
"You haven't tried it yourself either?"[/color]
"Demonologists who are the first to enter portals they make don't tend to live very long, I've found. Besides, I like the way I look."
"Either way, I'm glad to have been of some service to you, although I do wish I was in a more, ah, versatile form. Do you perhaps have any suggestions, sir Tailor? Perhaps a way to reverse such, or attempt to change it?"
"You could try a transmuter, but they are highly unlikely to help. When you begin to comprehend the structure of a demon's works, your mind tends to quit rather quickly. This is why demonologists are largely an easygoing, happy-go-lucky lot while transmuters are largely neurotic control freaks."
Morton, rapidly becoming convinced that this is, in fact, some kind of weird dream, tries to make himself see again! He is well on his way in his attempt when he suddenly realizes he does have eyes - glass ones. They are placed in the knobs of the drawers. How strange.
In the Tomb of Everything...
Darren behaves in a friendly and forthright fashion, feeling that the Crown of Flowers is within his reach!
"Howdy. So, the Crown of Flowers. You have it here? Do I have to go through any tests?"
"Crown of Flowers? That's in the really, really deep catacombs. I mostly just wander around the upper, the deep and the really deep ones. I draw the line there, ya see. Too many ghosts down there. Territorial ones, too! They'll splatter your head if you're not real careful-like. You don't wanna go down there. I live down there, and even I don't wanna go down there."
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