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[Innsmothe]

Scott will give Mark a firm handshake and look around for clues of Herbert's whereabouts.

[Tomcost]

((Why it had to be me?))

Sigmund will see if the guards forgot to loot something of the bodies, then follow Mark to the ship, and ask Erin to fix him back to normal.

[killerhellhound]

((Why it had to be me?))

Sigmund will see if the guards forgot to loot something of the bodies, then follow Mark to the ship, and ask Erin to fix him back to normal.

because someone had to satisfy my MAD DOCTOR URGES and you know you wanted it 

[Tomcost]

((I wouldn't mind that if my character had been another one, but I'm trying to role as a conceited bastard one that has a bit of self steem left))

[killerhellhound]

((Yeah I'm still working on tearing out the last of that self esteem))

[Tomcost]

((Let's see how this plays out. The perk of long arms is actually useful (except for the heads, that's just silly), but is definitely not something Sigmund would like to keep))

[killerhellhound]

((It makes you hard to kill unless they all are cut off))

[Xanmyral]

[Hahaha, oh man that's awesome.]

Morton pondered weapons for the ship, trying to think of some... He admits he's not well versed in large weaponry. "A ballista perhaps?" It was the best he could offer. When Niklas finishes with his business with Erin, he'll ask, "Is there any way I can help, Chef Niklas?"

[miauw62]

((Yus! FIRE THE BALLISTAE!))
Kevin nods approvingly at Morton's idea.

[Harry Baldman]

On the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...

Niklas, determined to prepare himself for revenge, marches up to Erin.

"Fix my arms."

Erin looks at him.

"Man, those look pretty broken. Let's see."

[Erin magic roll: 5+2]

One wave of Erin's hand later, Niklas' arms rapidly twist back into their proper shape! Then they twist out of it again. They appear to have become unusually wiry and whip-like, though still firm when Niklas feels like it. Pretty weird.

"I love havin' the power. So, weapons?"

Morton ponders this issue.

"A ballista, perhaps?"

Kevin, hearing Morton's words, begins to nod frantically. He likes the idea for some reason.

"Well, alright. A ballista's what you get, then!"

[Erin magic roll: 2+2]

A rather humble ballista grows out of the deck at Erin's beckoning, looming menacingly over the railing.

"Wait, does anybody actually know how to use siege weaponry here?"

Silence falls on the assembled group. A short while later the captain speaks up.

"I can TELEKINETICALLY DIRECT PROJECTILES. Does THAT count?"

"I guess we'll see, eh?"

Morton, now free of his brain-trust obligations, turns his attention to Niklas.

"Is there any way I can help, Chef Niklas?"

Niklas, however, remains stoically silent.


Back at the Ulubelle...

Scott, after seeing what happened to his buddy, gives Mark a firm, thankful handshake before going to look around for any sign of the fabled Herbert.

Looking outside, he realizes nobody's around. What he also realizes is that this was probably a prime hangout for Herbert and his entire stinking breed back when the proprietress wasn't brutally murdered and when there wasn't extreme violence going on in the main room.

Meanwhile, Mark quickly harvests the rest of the arms - can't let good material go to waste, after all - then leads Sigmund, currently a bit put off by his extreme makeover, back to the shrieking ship.

He is disappointed to find out that Niklas is already fixed. And even more disappointed when Sigmund walks up to Erin, pulling back his cloak and showing his arms to her.

"Holy crap, what happened to yer arms? I mean, that's some good workmanship on 'em, almost couldn't tell a lifemage didn't do it, but damn!"

"I'd rather not speak of it. Please, turn them back to normal."

"Normal, eh? Well, I guess I might as well."

[Erin magic roll: 5+2]

"... or I could do something else instead. Something better!"

Erin concentrates on Sigmund's branching arms, the fleshy appendages beginning to twist and change! The heads and branches are absorbed into the twisting flesh of the arms, resulting in a rather pronounced lengthening of the whole thing. By the end of the process, Sigmund's arms are once again completely different! They look to be of normal thickness, though now they sport a more unified skin shade, not to mention that all the branches and heads are gone. Now he's got arms about about as long as twice his total body length! They also appear to be far more segmented, with six joints on each arm.

"And here we go! Y'can even fold them up to make 'em appear... well, sorta normal. Anyway, have fun!"

[Xantalos]

Niklas coughs politely.
It turns out that the guards at a restaurant the scammer was at were far better at fighting than most. I don't mind being beat by them, they're certainly worthy opponents, but they
took.
My.
Knives.
For that I will skin them alive and feed their faces to my cat in front of them. I need you to help me do that.

[miauw62]

((MY SIDES. THIS IS GLORIOUS.))

[Xanmyral]

[I CAN ONLY AGREE. Also congrats Mark, your craftsmanship is akin to that of a lifemage.]

Morton looked at the ballista from afar. "Mage Erin, how fares the ship? I can only guess things are going exquisitely well." The undead butler said, optimistically.

Listening to Niklas, he asked a question. "Would these guards be back at the restaurant? Perhaps we can ask for them back? Might be worth a try." Surly they can be reasoned with, perhaps with some tea.

[Xantalos]

I tried. Bluffed that I was possessed by a pirate ghost. Bastard let me go, took my knives, and called himself a 'master chef or something'. Said I'd hurt myself with my knives and cleaver. Must. Kill.

[Xanmyral]

Morton was silent for a bit, before casting a sidelong glance at Captain. "Said you were possessed by a pirate ghost?" The butler was silent for a moment. "Perhaps we can prove to them you were... Or at least, the knives are. If the captain is willing to lend a hand that is."

[So I got a plan formulating in my head... It requires tea, death-paste, the Captain, and a whole lotta luck and bluffing. Who wants to hear it?]