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Post by Dr. Archimedes Steller on Jul 7, 2020 21:06:41 GMT
Sabrina handed him her notebook quietly. She had started with descriptions of the shrimp and its tensile strength of tendrils and the like...but after that she had sketched Nigel’s armor and weak spots in the joints identified during the fight. It also has K’Rull with a sad face drawn over it. "Huh..." Archimedes snorted. The material was quite useful and high quality, despite not focusing on the shrimp at hand. Though he had to admit the sad K'rull might have been unecessary. "Good work here, dear. Let's save this in case it comes in handy in the future." He said in a very deep, serious tone. "Now let's get this over with, there is a lot to clean..." He paused briefly, scratching his chin. "And see if you can get your hands on the remains of Tehol's Yordlelus." |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 7, 2020 21:38:16 GMT
The creature was gone. Sabrina got her mop and started swabbing sans complaint. Can’t make an omelette without murdering a few party members after all.
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Post by Thalia Vedas on Jul 7, 2020 21:58:06 GMT
Demeter lit her pipe and sat down heavily, loading her pistol and shaking her head, muttering to herself. “The god damn alchemist found a fucking shrimp somehow and it went wild, so Nigel went to kill it and that beastmaster got in the way then he killed his pet and...oh fuck it. My advice for you? Keep them all where you can see them when I disembark all of you. There’s a lot of insanity in this group. I don’t know what Maia was thinking.” “No... nor do I,” clearly these people had not been properly vetted, “in her defence, Sometimes people who are great alone d not or elk together there seems o be plenty of ego on this ship,” she sighed, and looked over the side if the ship, she was probably going to die, the rational ones were always one of the first to go, |
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Jul 7, 2020 22:20:11 GMT
Hearing no answer, Ceutinde headed for the unconscious one and knelt above him, muttering to herself. "Let's see...definitely a broken nose...guessing some of those teeth used to be there...probably a concussion." She mulled it over for a few seconds. "Like I said...brains are funny things. Best get you magicked." Taking a deep breath and setting her bag aside, she spoke a prayer to Sylveria in elven. Her hands started to glow, faintly, like moonlight, and she touched her fingertips to Tehol's temples. (Cast Gift of Sylveria on Tehol, curing 30 points of damage but taking 10) Standing back up, she felt her back and joints ache. Not so bad, all things considered. The Widow turned back to Nigel and had a look at his wound. "What did this? Looks like claws. Oh, that'll infect." She rifled around in her bag, producing a thick cream that she spread on it, then a poultice that went under a bandage. "Clean all that off in fresh water tomorrow. If it doesn't look septic, just keep changing out the bandage until it's healed. If it does, I'll make another house call." (Medical 70 to treat Nigel's wounds) "I take it I probably shouldn't do any strenuous activity with the arm for a few days?" Nigel presumed, as he watched her work. "If so, I could use some assistance with my morning release. Perhaps in exchange for a generous 5% donation of the profits from my next book to the House of Peace and Respite for Our Heroes." |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 7, 2020 22:22:11 GMT
Demeter shrugged. “Or maybe she figured that even as insane as most of these people are, raw power and lack of another option would force you all to work together. I can’t deny your power. Just the manner...” she looked down. “Hm.” Thalia felt a low throbbing in the floor of the deck. “Dammit all, of course it can get worse.” She waved to the crew. “Put out the torches and candles! Anyone useless with a blade or spell belowdeck.” She turned to Thalia. “Hope you got more magic in you...I think the Nedrassian Serpent is arriving. That pulse you’re feeling is one of its hearts.”
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Post by Thalia Vedas on Jul 7, 2020 22:32:32 GMT
“She May well be proved wrong” Thalia looked down curiously, “how many hearts does it have?” She asked and moved towards the centre of the ship so he could try and ready a spells, and put out sone of the torches there with a quick bit of pyromancy
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 7, 2020 22:36:12 GMT
Demeter shrugged. “More than one, fewer than ten? I’ve only seen this from the farthest of far distances. It isn’t usually nocturnal from what the villagers at Asanar say. Speaking of...”. She points to a sailor. “No one fires without my express command, make sure it’s clear. Thalia, can you make sure that Thornheart doesn’t try killing us all by using his spit shooter at the Nedrassian Serpent?” She pointed to Little Nigel. “Sometimes it brings...things up with it from the bottom of the world so be careful!”
For all the hype, the beating of the colossal heart hasn’t seemed to get much stronger.
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Post by Dr. Archimedes Steller on Jul 7, 2020 22:52:22 GMT
Archie could feel the throbbing coming from somewhere deep below. Realizing what was the only thing this could be, he grabbed his suitcase and darted up the deck.
"Yes!" He muttered to himself, standing over the railing, trying to get a peek of the rarest of monsters. "Show your self to old Archie! Just a glimpse..."
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Post by Thalia Vedas on Jul 8, 2020 5:08:16 GMT
Thalia headed over to “little Nigel” and apparently to where Nigel himself wasn’t standing. She avoided interaction with Nigel where possible so was not looking forward to this.
“The captain says that you can’t fire your canon at the creature, it would be useless so she says, and I’d hate for the rumours to spread about how the great Nigel Thornheart caused the destruction of both these ships” she said trying to appeal to his ego.
she also glanced over at the doctor, one strong wind and the man would be over and half the trouble on this ship would be gone. Tempting, but she imagined he was here for some reason.
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Jul 8, 2020 5:49:05 GMT
Nigel lifted a finger to Thalia, indicating she wait one moment, as he loaded the half pound of black powder and the one pound round shot into his prized artillery. He held up his hands, like a director framing a shot for a film. "Alright if the serpent pops up there and I am standing here behind Little Nigel..." he muttered to himself as he mentally posed the shot for the cover of Sailing with Serpents. "Thalia, I will need you to stand here," he motioned to a spot behind the cannon but off to the right. "Preferably without your top. Yes, that will work perfectly." He had clearly not heard a word she said.
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Post by Ceutinde on Jul 8, 2020 6:03:08 GMT
"I take it I probably shouldn't do any strenuous activity with the arm for a few days?" Nigel presumed, as he watched her work. "If so, I could use some assistance with my morning release. Perhaps in exchange for a generous 5% donation of the profits from my next book to the House of Peace and Respite for Our Heroes." Ceutinde was about to reply that she was not a dockside hussie giving hand jobs for cash and that he could manage with leftie for a few days when the captain gave the warning. "I'm beginning to see why you never seem to take your armor off, Nigel." She whispered. |
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Post by Thalia Vedas on Jul 8, 2020 6:05:20 GMT
Thalia frowned at him, clearly very annoyed by his ridiculous antics and decided instead to walk off behind him saying it didn’t matter, so long as he kept his eyes on his cannon, which she imagined was all he could when not in the room with a mirror, she remembered where he’d loaded the powder and concentrated until she added water to said powder until it became useless for this shot.
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Jul 8, 2020 6:12:59 GMT
"That is why the good lord invented the codpiece, my dear" Nigel replied, to Ceutinde. He sighed as Thalia stormed off, thinking how selfish it was to ruin his perfect cover shot by not cooperating. When Little Nigel was loaded, he did the same with the other cannons on the ship, preparing them all for battle.
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Post by Thalia Vedas on Jul 8, 2020 6:26:11 GMT
Thalia glared as he continued to be difficult, arguably unnaturally difficult, and went up to him again, this I’m grabbing his arm and turning him round to face her, “I want you to listen to me nigel, actually listen to me, do you understand?”
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Jul 8, 2020 6:37:55 GMT
"I would be more inclined to listen if you were standing where I indicated," he replied, as she grabbed his arm.
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