At the Ulubelle...Niklas, figuring that nothing's lost yet, tries to stab a guard in the crotch after retrieving a knife with his non-broken arm! Fortunately, there is such a crotch within immediate reach!
[Niklas vs. Guard 3: 1 vs. 3+2-
1]
As the knife hits the guard's codpiece with a clang, the guard looks down at the prone Niklas.
[Counterattack: Guard 3 vs. Niklas: 5+1 vs. 2-
1]
He then set about turning Niklas' other arm into hamburger meat, an endeavor he succeeds admirably at, much to the chagrin of Niklas, who is left with zero functional arms! Niklas makes a furious warcry as he lies disabled on the ground!
[Niklas inspiration roll: 4]
The warcry, though coming from a man with two broken arms, manages to be somewhat inspiring for the drunkards, who then consider their momentary numerical superiority.
Scott, meanwhile, tries to get up and discreetly wander to the knife-throwing guard.
[Scott stealth vs. Guard perception: 2 vs. 6]
However, turns out that they didn't become guards because they're highly inattentive! Who knew? Scott tries to bite the guy anyway, though they are ready for him now!
[Scott vs. Guard 4: 5 vs. 5+2]
As he lunges for a bite, the guard kicks him in the gut, then considers his next move.
Behind the drunkard mob that's currently occupying the doorway,
Sigmund jumps and takes a look at what's going on. Ah, looks like the honorable team are getting the proverbial shit kicked out of them. Better help out. But first he has to get through the mob clogging up the doorway!
[Sigmund mob navigation roll: 3]
After a good minute of trying to get through, Sigmund manages to get through despite the drunkards' best efforts! As he gets to the other side, he notices
Mark leaving nonchalantly.
Little does he know that Mark is the only one here keeping the objective at heart and keeping generally chill and whatnot! The skeleton, noticing that the patrons are quickly leaving, decides to look for Gilroy among them!
Unfortunately, he spots nobody fitting the description of the captain among the ones still left. Maybe he's outside already? He assuredly couldn't have gotten far yet. Emphasis on
yet. He throws his sword to one of the drunkards. Poor bastards really do need the help, he thinks.
As the skeleton searches, the drunkard mob comes to a decision! They will wait around some more, they decide. Maybe the guards will ignore them like they did Mark. Maybe they all can explain that this was all a big misunderstanding, guys.
At the same time, the guards focus on maiming Scott to the point of uselessness!
[Tripping: Guard 1 vs. Scott: 4 vs. 1]
One guard runs at him and delivers a mighty blow to the shin with his club, toppling the zombie rather easily!
[Mangling: Guard 2 vs. Scott: 4+1 vs. 6-1-
1]
Another guard tries to hit Scott's leg, but results are fairly mixed, as Scott frantically tries to roll away!
[Mangling: Guard 3 vs. Scott: 1+1 vs. 1-2]
The second guard walks up to the guy and delivers a halfhearted bash to his other arm. This keeps Scott still for a bit.
[Mangling: Guard 4 vs. Scott: 1+1 vs. 4-2]
The fourth guard doesn't even bother with contributing much.
"What are you guys doing?" asks the shield guard.
"That's not how you deal with a biter!"He brandishes Niklas' cleaver.
[Maiming: Shield Guard vs. Scott: 2+2 vs. 5-2]
He plants his foot on Scott's face, forcing it to keep still, then starts to chop at his jaw. He doesn't get very far before Sigmund runs out of the drunkard mob, enacting a desperate assault!
[Throwing: Sigmund vs. Guard 1: 3+1 vs. 5+2-1]
He hurls a tomahawk at one guard, who easily sidesteps it.
"We've got more brave ones, lads," says the guard. Sigmund, feeling that this could have gone better, charges at the man!
[Sigmund vs. Guard 1: 1+1 vs. 6+2]
Sigmund runs right at the guard, though his charge is interrupted by the guard ducking right as he swings, making the vampire tumble right over him. He quickly retrieves the tomahawk that missed him from a nearby wall.
[Counterattack: Guard 1 vs. Sigmund: 6+1 vs. 4]
The guard then utilizes the tomahawk to start furiously chopping at Sigmund's tomahawk arm, not stopping until it is mostly severed, the limb limply lying on the floor in a puddle of blood.
On the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...Morton, rather idle at the moment, chooses to ask a question of the captain.
"So, good captain, you know where Horizon Isle lies? I admit I only know what I was told by my compatriots, that it lays somewhere in the Sea of Death.""Oh, THAT'S EASY! You SAIL along the coast to MOTHDALE, then proceed along the MYSTERIOUS ARCHIPELAGO UNTIL YOU REACH THE ISLE AT THE END OF IT. About a MONTH of SAILING, I'D SAY!"The magical ruckus continues from within, intensifying noticeably as something dramatically shifts down there.