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[miauw62]

Kevin keeps following the road until he sees signs, another town or travellers. In which case he'll try to find out the location of Shriekpot from them.

[Innsmothe]

Scott will go back to the raided inn, promising some beggars stuff for their help, and take all the alcohol to the ship.

[Xantalos]

Attempt to identify horrible thing.

[Harry Baldman]

On the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...

Mark, having nothing better to do than fish and sacrifice, goes and does that now. He begins a great big fishing session, one that will continue for quite a while.

[Fishing roll: 2]

Nothing's catching, though. Guess the damn fish have wised up.

Meanwhile, Scott goes a-lootin' once more, as the landlocked pirate life is calling to him once again. He heads back to the Ulubelle!

However, upon reaching the place, he finds nothing. No beggars, no booze, no furniture, no lighting fixtures, no tools or kitchen implements, nothing. Everything that hasn't been nailed down and a few things that have been appear to have been stolen. Guess you don't leave an empty establishment unlocked during the rush hour of commoner scum.

In a slightly less depressing and more terrifying situation, Niklas tries to identify the ineffably horrible thing behind him. However, he finds that there is nothing to identify it by - he can't see, smell, taste or hear it. Thus it remains ineffable, yet also ineffably terrifying. After all, if the total unknown was actually effable, it wouldn't really be the unknown, would it? Wouldn't be very terrifying, either.

However, contrary to all expectation, Niklas does sense something else. Some kind of... voice coming to him. It's sort of there, but Niklas can't really hear it, unfortunately enough.


In the streets of Shriekpot...

Sigmund smiles at the old guy, explaining his needs shortly.

"Well, I am currently needing some help with a friend of mine. First, let me introduce you to him. This is Carter Morton," he says, pointing to Morton, who wobbles in an introductory manner. "He had an unfortunate adventure involving mages, and he ended up like this. If you were able to make arms or grabbing devices for him, I would be grateful."

The old man looks at Morton with interest.

"He looks to be wonderfully made. Hm."

He runs his spidery fingers over Morton's fabulous finish, looking more intrigued with every second.

"I will help you! Too much fun to refuse, I'd say. Bragging rights alone would be worth it! Follow me," the man says, slowly hobbling away.


On the road that leads north of Emlocke...

As Kevin sprints, he nonetheless maintains hope that perhaps he might get confirmation on where exactly he might be going.

Sadly, the road is unmarked as all hell, and he has to content himself with shaky confidence in his own sense of direction.

[Xantalos]

Become bored.

[Xanmyral]

The desk happily spoke when the man agreed to help them. "Thank you, thank you sir! You might not know how much this means to be, but I would be very much pleased if I were to have arms again. Being a desk isn't rather that bad, barring that really, oddly enough. I do thank you for the compliment, although I don't believe I've ever saw myself in a mirror yet." Morton followed the man, happy to perhaps be getting some arms!

[Innsmothe]

Then scott will go to the next pub and issue a request for an immediate payment-upon-delivery for several casks of Wine, whisky and ale.
Time is  no barrier.

[Tomcost]

Sigmund told to the carpenter:

-We certaily apreciate that.

Sigmund follows the carpenter accompanied of Morton.

[killerhellhound]

Ask the artist what he needs done

[miauw62]

Kevin, getting hopeless, prays to the gods to show him the way to Shriekpot.

[Harry Baldman]

On the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...

Niklas, bereft of sensations to amuse himself with, attempts to attain extreme boredom.

It's actually a bit difficult to be bored, though, as the uneasiness caused by something behind him persists. Stupid terrifying things, go away already. Niklas wants to be bored!

The voice, though, seems to be getting closer.

"... Niiiiii-klaaaas... Nii-klaas..." it drones monotonously. Sounds like the Artiste if he was totally bombed for some reason.

Mark, meanwhile, heads over to the Artiste, who looks rather bored for some reason.

[Nonverbal communication roll: 4]

He dances helpfully at the Artiste, who seems to get the general gist of the thing.

"Hm... you certainly look extremely idle. Carry that chair downstairs, will you?" he says, pointing at Niklas. "Place it in the den next to the other chairs, then come back."

Ooh, busywork! Just what the doctor ordered!


In the streets of Shriekpot...

Morton feels a state of heightened gratefulness coming on.

"Thank you, thank you sir! You might not know how much this means to be, but I would be very much pleased if I were to have arms again. Being a desk isn't rather that bad, barring that really, oddly enough. I do thank you for the compliment, although I don't believe I've ever saw myself in a mirror yet," he says to the carpenter as they leave.

"We certainly appreciate that," Sigmund adds.

"Yes, yes, now quickly, follow me," replies the man, leading both of the fabulous undead to an old workshop in a dark alley. Once they enter the workshop, an interesting sight awaits them.

Toys. Toys as far as the eye can see - whistles, small toy soldiers, rocking horses, dolls, all made of wood in painstaking detail. The entire workshop appears to be made out of wood, and there is a particular ornateness to its every detail, from the parquet floor to the exquisite paneling to the ornate furniture. The man shows Morton over to a certain corner, where a whole lot of tools lay around, as well as some blocks of wood.

"Welcome to my workshop, you two. Any questions before I begin?" the man asks, a twinkle in his eye as he seems to consider the work ahead of him.


At the Ulubelle...

Scott, seeing how the Ulubelle is currently empty of both life and valuables, tries to find another place to serve his booze-related needs. However, he can't think of where to look - the Feisty Jelly and the Ulubelle are the only two places he remembers, and one of them was looted while the other has presumably burned down by now. How woeful, how very woeful indeed.


On the road north from Emlocke...

Kevin, overtaken by the sensation of having no idea what he's doing, tries to petition the gods with prayer!

He doesn't see any miracles after a brief session of prayer to the Five Gods, though. Maybe they feel that he doesn't need any additional direction. This, he supposes, is good.

[Innsmothe]

Scott will check out the place that presumably burned down...Just in case.

[Tomcost]

Sigmund tried to compliment the carpenter's job, he was so kind to help Morton, after all:

-I have no questions, but I have to say that all this work is splendid. I'm sure that someone of your experience will certainly do marvels with Morton.

[Xantalos]

Being a chair, attempt to get the horrible ting to sit on me.

[Xanmyral]

"Indeed, this is marvelous. You said this was only your second job? With the eye to detail I see here, I can't even imagine how well you do your other job." Morton commented as he looked about the room. This man certainly has experience crafting wooden arms, judging from the toys, indeed. Although Morton does wonder how this will work, putting arms on him that is, but decides that he doesn't know enough about the profession to really judge or hazard a guess as to how. Well, there's a question there! "Sir Carpenter, I must admit I'm curious to the process, I admittedly don't know much about the profession. How would one go about attaching arms to me? I must confess I'm drawing a blank. Also, I promise you I shall make tea for you after this is done, to celebrate new found arms, its the least I can do." The desk queries and states.