On the deck of the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...
Niklas, hardly believing his good luck, wheezes and coughs to remove any unnecessary water from his lungs then pulls the arrows out of his flesh. And when he's got that handled, he looks for a cleaning rag. Oh, look! There's one just lying about over there, a relatively clean rag, no less.
[Disarming roll: Mark vs. Niklas: 4 vs. 5-1]
Mark attempts to disarm the chef, but finds that the fellow does not trust him for some reason! Most irregular. Hm.
Niklas, having successfully fended off the metal fiend trying to take away his back-breaking amount of mostly unused weaponry, tries to find his way to Erin. He is, however, at a complete loss as to where she might be, not to mention that he is having a lot of trouble navigating stairs now in a fashion that does not involve causing grievous harm to his person. He does wipe off his butcher's tools, every last one of them, in fact.
Inside the Ulubelle...
Scott decides to question this woman thoroughly.
"Do you know where the armed guards of this place now reside? Or where, um, Red-Chested Elron is? I have a business proposition."
She thinks for a moment about the question, then answers quickly.
"The guards? Well, the ones that survived may have left town already. Lefty Anderson asked me if I wanted to go with him and his buddies somewhere, Mothdale, I think, or somewhere in that direction. I refused, though. And Red-Chested Elron's probably at the flophouse, that's three blocks to the west. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a friend waiting for me outside."
How uncharacteristically helpful!
In the woods...
Kevin, not having expected such a turn of events, tries to find some sort of road to follow. After an hour of searching, he can't find one. He is now officially completely lost in extremely deep woods.
At Tailor Craig's traveling clothing enterprise...
Sigmund supposes he could go for cloth as a reward for his efforts.
"Maybe you could give me some cloth? I don't care too much about quality, but I do for the color. Do you have black cloth? I feel that I will probably need something that allows more discretion than my current clothes."
"If you wish to remain discreet, I would advise that you do not wear black. Black is worn by morticians, mages and malefactors, and not really a good choice for a thing to wear if you wish to be unnoticed. Also, your skin tone will contrast with it very noticeably, emphasizing that there is something unusual about you. I would advise wearing shades of red if you wish to blend in, actually. I certainly have a great many fabrics available in most colors you might want, including a whole section of black fabrics. You need but say the word, and I shall get anything you want."
Sigmund notes the tailor's advice as he quickly retrieves the guard's armor, placing the thing on Morton's surface.
"Could you take the armor away? It's going to be useful for us at some point."
"You really should not steal the fellow's stuff, he is likely to return shortly, and he is likely to remember that his possessions were explicitly stored outside the circle just as you advised," the tailor notes.
Morton, noticing that Sigmund appears to have forgotten that a desk doesn't actually have hands, tries to subtly remind the vampire of his mistake.
"You can try to place it in the drawers good Sir Sigmund, it may fit," he says, opening his storage drawer. Sigmund nods and tries to stuff the armor into it.
[Sigmund inventory management roll: 6]
He manages to get the armor into the drawer! It is very tightly wedged, too. He pushes the drawer back into place, hoping that he'll be able to open it again.
"Hm... good Tailor Craig, good jester Kevin has been in there for a while, do you think perhaps there are communication difficulties?"
"Wait, did Kevin try this? Hahaha, I think that he really needed it."
"No idea what might have happened to him. That's what experimentation is for, after all."
Sigmund, though, has an idea on what might have happened.
"When the Aspect sent me back, I appeared at some distance from this place."
"Oh dear, does that mean good Jester Kevin might of reappeared a fair distance away? I think we should search for him, I hope he's quite alright... good Tailor Craig, do you perhaps have any opinion on where our wayward skeleton friend might of happened to?"
"Well, maybe he appeared quite a bit farther. Or on some other plane entirely. Difficult to say, really."
"Also, if you don't mind my prying who was that, good Sir Sigmund? The person you were to, ah, trick into trying this?"
"To answer your question, Morton, that man was a guard from a bookstore. When I was going around the city at night, I saw someone break a window and run away, and he, with another partner asked me about that criminal. It is a long story, but trying to get the criminal pay one of them ended as a pile of ashes. Not a very good story, after all, but I knew that he would be alone, that's why I tricked him."
"Ah, I see, good Sir Sigmund. I hope the guard for the best then, I wish he fares well in the Realm of Fabulous with the figment, although I'm afraid the same might've happened to him, and indeed he may be even further if the trend continues."
At that exact moment, a man appears on Morton's surface! He looks to be of medium height, dressed in only a loincloth, his skin pale blue in color. He has a sleek and athletic, though slightly stylized-looking build with a few more sharp angles than a normal person would have, but otherwise he is very humanlike, and the most obvious unusual feature of his body are his six arms. He looks like the very image of tranquility, and he gives off a kind impression. He looks around, then hops off Morton, picks up the sword the guard left as well as a small pouch and a bunch of clothes, putting them on to the best of his ability (he ruins the sleeves somewhat in the process). He looks a tad curious about something, and gazes at Sigmund.
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