On the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...
Kevin tries to utilize his previous grimness as the perfect intro for assured hilarity.
[Hilarity roll: 5+1]
He then launches into a silly dance out of the blue, cartwheeling around and performing strange leaps all around the deck, then demonstrating his amateur contortionist routine that he never got the chance to try out! Fortunately, no jokes about excretion are featured on this show, though it's not due to lack of trying. Kevin even grabs Morton at one point, dancing around on the deck with the undead butler in a deliberately farcical imitation of the waltz. The voice giggles a bit at that last bit.
"AS AMUSING as this may BE, DO WE HAVE A DEAL YET?"
In the home of the Artiste...
Niklas thinks that there's probably no sense in dilly-dallying anymore and gets back to his main objective - the obtaining of tasty horseflesh! He is, however, stopped by a concerned Sigmund on the way.
"Did you leave that wyrm outside? You shouldn't leave it without proper vigilance, as we aren't able to control it any more. Well, at least that was what the mages said."
"The dragon? I do not know where it went. I'm going horse-hunting, do you wish to join me?"
Sigmund would be slightly taken aback by such a question, but, then again, this is Niklas.
"Yes, I guess that we can do that to spend some time, but I have to ask for the motives for such unusual task. Or did you just get an inspiration for your next dish?"
"I need some horse flesh as a garnish."
Well, that explains that.
"I see. Well, lets go horse hunting then, I'll follow you."
And they do, heading out into the dark woods to find some horses. After about two hours of wandering, they come upon a sight. A herd of horses, snow-white in color, standing around unsuspectingly and chewing on the undergrowth.
The mother lode.
Meanwhile, the totally abandoned Mark goes about the task of getting himself out of this horrid hole.
[Digging roll: 1]
He starts digging, getting some two meters ahead, but then his hand touches something. Something soft and hairy. Something highly mobile. It rapidly skips away, and Mark hears the sound of many screeches from farther away, then the sound of collapsing dirt.
Damn it, he's got neighbors.
In the streets of Shriekpot...
Scott realizes that there's probably no point in looking for a doctor, as he is probably beyond help from such an individual. Better find a mortician or something. Preferably a curious one.
Unfortunately, those also seem to be in short supply in this part of town. Scott blames the lateness of the hour.
In an alley in Emlocke...
Darren goes ahead with the introductions.
"Uh... I don't really know. I guess because I've got nothing better to do. My band dissolved, and I doubt I'd be welcomed back home, so I've been just sort of waiting around. Oh, and my name is Darren. Undead magician. Oh, and can we stop trying to kill me?"
"Of course. We'll stop. Pointless, anyway. Save strength. Few left. Two more. I sense."
"Excuse me, but could you lift this hand off me?"
Darren looks over at the hand.
[Telekinesis roll: 3]
He lifts it a tiny bit, relaxing its hold on the man.
[Opposed Strength: Man vs. Shingle Hand: 3+1 vs. 2+1]
The man manages to lift it up a bit on his own, slowly getting out from underneath it and standing up.