On the Second Shank...Scott takes the Captain up to the main deck and goes about pointing out the varied silly people watching the area. First, the fellow on the other ship.
"OH MY! How utterly DISTRESSING! He DOES SEEM TO BE LOOKING THIS WAY!""Perhaps it's because there are two ghosts and a crippled light show on deck?"Kevin takes offense to that remark. He's not
that gaudy. Scott then points to the man on the roof.
"He LOOKS to be HARD AT WORK! But there IS SOMETHING SUSPICIOUS ABOUT THAT ONE!"Then Scott finally indicates the last guy, the beggar.
"Oh, I recognize HIM! That's the FELLOW who's watched this ship for MANY YEARS NOW! I think I SCARED HIM ONCE AS A CHILD! Terribly NASTY OF ME, but it was FOR A GOOD CAUSE, yes! Maybe I SHOULD GO AND APOLOGIZE!"Meanwhile, down in the cargo hold,
Sigmund tries to make a focus out of his piece of paper.
[Focus creation roll: 3-2+
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He's still not quite sure how this is supposed to work, though. Where does the magic come from? And how does one harness it, or make the words work and not, say, paper control or something of that sort? The process isn't very well explained, Sigmund finds.
Between the branches of the Great Old One...Niklas, after having a discussion with the squirrel priest, asks another question.
"Could you perchance ask the Nut Gods where it is?""This is something you have to discover for yourself, which is to say that I can't be bothered to ask for a lowly heretic such as yourself."At the spot of Niklas' melting...Morton scrambles to find a solution to this dire situation.
"He's alive? How--nevermind that, we have to get him out of there; we have to save him--ah, I'm not sure I can get close due to the heat, much less grab him; oh bother, of all the times to be made of wood!" he starts to think out loud as Art looks uncertainly at the pile of slag.
"Good Mage Erin, good mage Erin might be able to give him a body back, or get him out of there, or--or something. Maybe I can toss water on it to try and cool it down, or there might be something in the book. Good Mage Art, we have to do something."Art raises his crystalline index finger thoughtfully.
"I could try to transfer his soul to another object. A little dangerous, but certainly possible."