Pip stuffs his pipe with Valhallan tobacco, lights it, and calls out to the newcomer. He begins lightly strumming Lucille.
"Greetings Mr. Saturday. We are travelers searching for a comrade. Are you just observing us or are you bound to stop us?"
"There was a young chap from out yonder,
who diddled a big anaconda,
he regretted this crime,
for the rest of his time,
while the reptile grew fonder and fonder."
he says, and then lights up a punky smelling ceegar, with a tiny flame that appears on his index finger.
Pip stuffs his pipe with Valhallan tobacco, lights it, and calls out to the newcomer. He begins lightly strumming Lucille.
"Greetings Mr. Saturday. We are travelers searching for a comrade. Are you just observing us or are you bound to stop us?"
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He laughs, noting Pip's attempt to look tough.
"We are all travelers, even when we're standing still we're still going down the road of time.
And I'll be there at your end, bound to stop you, because I am death, Mr. Strings."
He laughs,
"But all in due time, and never before that. Like the best wine that the Frenchy's make. In due time."
Pip gives a courtly bow
"May we meet for that appointment in the bedchamber of a lissome lass some hundred years from now" He quips
he holds out his pipe
"Would you like a puff? I had heard you were partial to pipe weed. This was grown on the slopes of Asgard."
He laughs;
takes the proffered pipe in bony long fingered hands and his finger sparks the bowl;
"heh heh......Thor's snnnnnnoooooochy!!!"
Then he pulls out a horn. It's trumpetlike, but unlike any trumpet you've seen on Oerth. It arched at the neck and it bends down the shaft, like a snake cocking its head inquisitively. It's covered with whizbangs, and all manner of fancy keys attached to blued steel rods, all down the body and they make a palpable "thup thup" sound as he fingers them. It's brass, and it is exquisite.
"You been to Nawa Lins, little man?"
He then casts a small healing charm, enough to get Altai to wake up, And helps him to drink from a vial he produces from his pack.
As Pip converses with the loa and Elgan patches up Gjetost, Altai slowly drags himself to his feet. "Claw, pick up the prisoner. Emrael, Satari - let's take a look in the wagons. There might be more prisoners in need of freeing."
"Looks like our stealthy gameplan got derailed somewhere", he says as he surveys the carnage in the courtyard, a small smile tugging at his mouth.
The wagons are bereft of habitation. You see, though, in the courtyard there were quite a few casualties.
Mr. Saturday starts to play his instrument.
"You been to Nawa Lins, little man?"
"Can't say that I have. Is that near Hepmonaland?"
Pip attempts to weave Lucille's notes in with the loa's strange horn
"I gonna teach you some substitution cords...."
"Chromatic third relations."
"Augmented triads...."
He then casts a small healing charm, enough to get Altai to wake up, And helps him to drink from a vial he produces from his pack.
Sweeet.
"I gonna teach you some substitution cords...."
Pip tries to keep up
"Sho you never ben to the Easy?"
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Pip sings
"I've been to Asgard,
And I've been to Wu
I've played a hundred weddings
And a funeral or two.
Ive killed a stack of monsters
And I've made the ladies scream,
But as Brandobras is my witness,
I ain't never been to N'Awleens!"
"You need to go dere," he says, "girls will show you their boobies for beads! It's true!"
Pip laughs
"My kind of town! Maybe once we rescue our friend we can find a portal there"
"Aaaah. I knew you weren't here on a religious pilgrimage. So, what does rescuing your friend entail?"
he queries.
Who the f!%% is this guy? Altai asks himself. He wanders behind a wagon and mutters two quick spells.
OMG, I really don't have this whole area built 100%, but no protective wards I can think of.
The equipment.....nothing too too fancy. About 80,000 gp worth in total,
as well as a +2 unholy morning star, the outsider's weapon; it's the most potent of the haul.
True seeing:
True seeing:
True seeing:
Heathy:
Altai
Now you see a living mathematical equation. And it shifts into something else.....
Mr. Saturday grins at Altai, and lets out a boisterous bout of laughter.
Now this is just great. "Uh, Pip, we might want to keep moving. I'm sure you can continue your musical explorations after we've pulled Beldan from the dungeons of the t'cho t'cho."
He points to building "2."
"Stay out of that one. Other than that,....do what thou wilt is the whole of the law."
True seeing:
Altai is getting visibly more and more freaked out. "We have no interest in that particular structure. Gjetost, you need anew flight spell - how about the rest of you?"
Heathy:
Altai:
"Where....is your friend?" asks Mr. Saturday.
"He's in the tower."
Heathy:
Altai:
Heathy:
But there are other things as well, like when Ithaqua just flat-out murders everyone in northern Canada, or Nyarlathotep eats half the congregation at the ritual in Kenya. Or how the PCs are most certainly not going to enter the Temple of the Four Winds. D&D-style heroic roleplaying it ain't.
Altai:
Elgan looks back and forth between the newcomer, now playing cheerfully along with Pip, and Altai, now getting obviously freaked out about something. That bothers Elgan more than anything else he's seen in this realm so far. And THAT bothers him more than he's willing admit.
"Um,... Ah'm guud Altee. Air yew alraight?" He asks with genuine concern.
"Thank you for your advice, it is always good to know the road not to take. Avoids all kinds of unpleasantness. Time passes swiftly and our friend awaits us, perhaps we will meet again, ah, Doyobi-san?"
"We will meet at the end of your road,...."
Ah,....."doyobi" is Japanese for Saturday.....THANKS GOOGLE!!!;)
Huzzzah!!!
Pip regretfully finishes up his performance
"A pleasure trading licks with you, Mr Saturday. I am sure I will meet you again someday, and I hope to send a few before me as I come"
He looks about
"Let's go get Beldan and get out of this crazy poppy-tinged nightmare"
"Adieu, adieu. We'll meet in the end.
Unless,.....I know an orchestra that would love to have you;...."
"Um,... Ah'm guud Altee. Air yew alraight?" He asks with genuine concern.
"I'll.... Ah, I'll explain it a bit later. But I'm fine, both physically and mentally."
"Let's go get Beldan and get out of this crazy poppy-tinged nightmare"
"My thoughts exactly. I was thinking we would enter the tower from its roof."
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