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[Harry Baldman]

At the enchanted ship of Shriekpot...

Scott completely truthfully expresses what has occurred to him in the last half an hour.

"The blond one told you to wait, busy messing about on that other ship. And also, thanks to blondie, I can't access my own store of bullion due to my former master being a damn sheet and unable to give permission. So unless you are willing to help me relieve said funds, we will have to wait for that damned blondie."

"How strange. Anyway, you say you have funds in a bank, eh? And you need your husband to be there to do anything about them?"

"You know, we could call out his soul in the bank. Might help and all. We are necromancers, after all."

"Soul-speech. Could work, I guess. And we've got nothing better to do, so we could just get all the money from them and then come back, as it appears our friend here is incapable of getting anything done himself."

"Let's go, then."

"Ooh, I'll come with you. I'd love to see this."

"Lead us there, buddy!"


In the cargo hold of the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...

Niklas, unfortunately, is still in the dark in both a literal and metaphorical sense.

"So. Does anyone see the cat?"

Sadly, neither of the two skeletons can tell him anything useful. Oh well. Better save the day on his own, then. Niklas closes his eyes and meditatively walks about in the darkness, listening for cat and monster sounds. The former he can certainly hear - little beast's hiding in the corner. Of the latter there is no sign.

Outside, Morton tries to bring the fire under control. First he tries to retrieve the flaming rag before it starts a serious situation.

[Rag retrieval roll: 5]

Fortunately, this proves rather easy. Now he has a flaming oily rag at the end of a rubber oar. The fire doesn't seem to have spread in any significant way, luckily enough.

Meanwhile, Mark tries to steal Kevin's lantern!

[Thievery: Mark vs. Kevin: 2 vs. 5]

He reaches for the lantern, but Kevin seems to give him an incredibly nasty look, so he backs off. Would be impolite to steal the guy's loot, after all.

Kevin, having fended off the foliage-covered ruffian, runs back to Morton, only to notice that the situation looks almost under control. Sure, he has a flaming rag on his rubber oar, but hey, you can't have everything.


At a luxurious mansion...

Sigmund, liking the way this conversation is going, keeps on speaking to the guy.

"I'd love to see it. While I'm actually concerned, mostly, in not dying in my way there, but I could use any advice you could get me. Is it a dangerous place?"

"That is a very valid concern. After all, they don't call it the Sea of Death for nothing. The main form of advice I can give you is that you should familiarize yourself with the sea as much as possible to avoid surprises. Also, there are certain tides in the sea at particular times of the month, and if you sail out at the wrong time you'll find yourself in the middle of the tingfish's mating season or, providence forbid, the activity period of the gub-gub. But I digress. I'll be back in a moment."

The man runs inside of the house, presumably to find the object of interest.


Back in Emlocke...

Darren tries to convince the lady to stop her aggression.

"Look, lady. I don't really want to go around killin' people, alright? So why don't we all just calm down and get along for a bit?"

"No! My holy quest requires that I be the victor, and I will not float here listening to your drivel about peace! Let me go!"

The whip man calls out to Darren!

"Good job! Now drop her!"

The lady begins to twist about, trying to break Darren's hold!

[Lady's strength vs. Darren's telekinesis: 3+1-1 vs. 5]

She isn't getting away, though. Not just yet!

[miauw62]

Kevin tries to light his lantern with the rag and heads back to the dark cargo bay.

[Innsmothe]

"I'd be thankful if you didn't ridicule me based on poor circumstances, I will prove my worth yet. I am...or rather was, a person of some importance and not just some common oaf."
Scott will lead them to the bank, cocky and self assured.

[Xantalos]

Huh. You lantern folk! Light the thing and let's go get the meat!

Wait for lantern to be lit, then search the area for the evil beast thingies.

[Tomcost]

((Shouldn't the things be dead after so much time?))

Sigmund, engaged the butler in idle conversation when he was waiting for the mage to come back:

-So, what is your master's profession?

[killerhellhound]

((they should be dead ))((also where has the rubber wyrm got to ))
Mark tracks the cat and hands it back to the mad chief

[Harry Baldman]

Around the cargo hold of the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...

Kevin quickly lights up his lantern on Morton's flaming oar, then goes right back into the cargo hold, illuminating the place in warm light. This allows Niklas to properly search for evil beasts.

Well, there's the melted metal cages, right as rain. As well as lots of crates that may have once contained food. However, they are all empty now, not to mention completely smashed. Hm, but where are the creatures? Surely they can't be...

Wait, are those giant clams on the ground? That's strange.

Meanwhile, Mark looks for the cat.

[Mark pursuit roll: 6+1]
[Cat escape roll: 3+2]

Silly bugger runs right out and in his direction. How strange! Well, better catch it!

[Mark pursuit roll: 5+1]
[Cat escape roll: 5+2]

Little thing's fast, though - Mark tries to run after it, only to find that it seems to be outpacing him!

[Mark pursuit roll: 4+1]
[Cat escape roll: 2+2]

However, he soon begins to gain on it most adequately! Not far now!

[Mark pursuit roll: 4+1]
[Cat escape roll: 1+2]

He leaps and grabs the cat rather handily!

[Grapple: Cat vs. Mark: 3 vs. 2+2]

Thanks to his metal hands, the cat finds it difficult to escape from that point. Mark heads back to Niklas, who seems to be looking at a giant clam, and offers the cat graciously.


At the enchanted ship of Shriekpot...

Scott is somewhat appalled at this lack of respect he's getting here.

"I'd be thankful if you didn't ridicule me based on poor circumstances, I will prove my worth yet. I am... or rather was, a person of some importance and not just some common oaf."

Bernie rolls his eyes.

"I'd be thankful if you were able to get anything done yourself, but we can hardly always get what we want, can we? You in particular seem to have great difficulty with that."

"Well, he did get us a cheap enchanted ship. So give the guy a break."

"Yeah, and then he kept us waiting to get on at the dock until past noon."

"I'm sure he'll get better."

"Yeah, 'cause he'll probably get killed walking out the door if he was even a smidgen less competent."

The rest of the walk is conducted in silence as they reach the bank. Scott, putting up a confident, self-assured look, goes to the clerk. The clerk looks at him silently. The counter looks freshly cleaned.


At a luxurious mansion...

Sigmund, while he waits, attempts to smalltalk the butler.

"So, what is your master's profession?"

The butler stares at him without any form of emotion. It's barely perceptible, but a small click comes from either him or somewhere behind him. However, before Sigmund can ask anything further, the master of the house comes back, presenting Sigmund with a box.

"Here it is, good sir!"

He opens up the box, revealing a black stone medallion within it.

"This medallion should be either worn around the neck or simply kept on your person. It wards off certain monsters you may find in the Sea of Death, and you may find it helpful on Horizon Isle in particular, which is a place next to the portal to the Realm of Dreams. Trust me on this."

[Tomcost]

Sigmund examined the medallion, then said to the man, some exitement in his voice:

-That seems nice. It could surely help with the things that inhabit that sea. On the other hand, we are probably going to do the trip in a flying ship, which willl hover over the monsters in the sea, or at least I hope it does so. Anyway, it is a valuable asset in a such a dangerous travel.

He then curious, asked about him:

-So, what to do you do to earn a living? It should surely be an imporant job to be able to afford a house like this.

[Innsmothe]

Scott sizes up Bernie
"One day boy, you will learn to respect your elders." He growls

Looking then to the Artiste and then to the teller.
Madam, these fine gentlemen have come to assure you that both me and my dear husband desire for me to access the account and retrieve funds. And I don't doubt that you will be forced to apologise for the emotional harm you have caused my husband based on his current condition and how you handled his inability to sign on paper, making him feel inadequate and depressed.

He will then once again pull out Gary, and then a nearby chair, so he can display the entirety of the cloth to the clerk as it is hung from its back.

[Harry Baldman]

At a luxurious mansion...

Sigmund accepts the medallion, examining it. It is jet black, and there is a distinct feeling of, how shall one put it, not belonging about it. Like it should be somewhere else, somewhere far from here.

"That seems nice. It could surely help with the things that inhabit that sea. On the other hand, we are probably going to do the trip in a flying ship, which will hover over the monsters in the sea, or at least I hope it does so. Anyway, it is a valuable asset in a such a dangerous travel."

"A hovering ship? You mean the enchanted one in the harbor?"

Sigmund nods.

"Interesting. I haven't seen it get used much in the past year."

"So, what to do you do to earn a living? It should surely be an important job to be able to afford a house like this."

The man chuckles.

"Oh, I have my sources of regular income, of which there certainly are quite a few and which I care not to count at this particular moment. You are correct, of course, that this house was rather expensive. Took a team of craftsmen a year to fully build and furnish. Quite magnificent, really."


In the Gerfluski and Sons Bank...

Scott growls at Bernie disapprovingly.

"One day, boy, you will learn to respect your elders."

"Yeah, right, and you're what, thirty-something? Some elder."

Scott thinks of replying, but figures it's better not to. He turns to the clerk.

"Madam, these fine gentlemen have come to assure you that both me and my dear husband desire for me to access the account and retrieve funds. And I don't doubt that you will be forced to apologize for the emotional harm you have caused my husband based on his current condition and how you handled his inability to sign on paper, making him feel inadequate and depressed."

He pulls up a nearby chair and drapes Gary over it. The clerk, an elderly man in his late sixties, is not particularly impressed.

"I am afraid we cannot deal yet, good sir."

Scott looks at the clerk quizzically as the man continues.

"It is company policy that one that disrespects the company, as you did at the end of your last visit, is not to be dealt with until a formal apology is issued. Sometimes a fine is applied, but the damage was minimal enough, plus you are apparently in grief, so such a payment will not be necessary this time. Are you ready to make an apology so that we can resume respectful business?"

The clerk looks at Scott expectantly.

[Xanmyral]

["A hovering ship? ... I haven't seen it get used much in the past year." Well, that's interesting... Didn't the captain say that he's usually full up on reservations and doesn't stop here for long periods of time? Interesting indeed.]

Morton nodded to Kevin as he came and went, lighting his lantern on the burning rag. When that was taken care of, he looks around the room to see if there is a barrel of water or some liquid that he can douse this burning rag in. Burning to death would not be fun, he should know, he's lived through it once. If no such barrel is found, he will try to make his way to the deck of the ship and toss it overboard, away from the docks, towards the water.

[Innsmothe]

"...I am not such small a man to be unable to admit that I unfairly lost my temper, you have my complete and unreserved apology for that instance, good sir."
Scott will then, nervously, cough.
"Now as to our business at hand?"

[Tomcost]

Sigmund replied:

-It is really an excellent house.

And then added:

-Well, I'm sure that this medallion would be a more that ideal compensation, good sir. Actually, it would be quite rude to ask for more than a life-saver device as this one. But I will make sure that my partner comes here when I find him.

Then he elaborated a dismissal speech, to show off that he apreciated him for what he had done:

-You sir, have shown me that there are are still good people in this world. From my experience, the richer a person gets, the greeder it becomes. You showed the opposite. I'm glad to have met you, I hope fate brings me to opportunity to meet more people like you. I have to leave now, as I don't want to be left behind. But, before leaving, I would like to know your name, just in case I need to look for somebody generous again.

Sigmund then goes back to the flying ship to look for the Artiste. As he is not there, he will ask the captain if they know where he went

[killerhellhound]

looking at the metalcages mark gave the cat to the mad chief then inspected them

[Xantalos]

Thanks for the cat.

Hold the cat in one hand and attempt to pry a giant clam open with a knife.