Kaul grins at Gribs;
"Hur. Don't worry mate I'll clear a path, ye just grab the opportunity tae suck on a teat. An remember that stomach settler... hur-hur-hur."
Kaul will bullrush an Orc suckler, bellowing as he does;
"SUUUUCKKKKA TEEEEEAT!"
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Gribbets follows in the wake created by the big lad sprinkling some coinage to the side for good measure before looming up underneath the teat. Feck, these are made fer bigguns, not fer short shanks like meself. Setting himself, he jumps up to grasp one of the dispensers and tries desperately to hold on long enough to get a good suckling before he either falls or gets dislodged.
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Climb:
Onlookers are treated to the sight of a filthy diminuitive half-orc clinging desperately to the underside of a bloodgrog teat furiously suckling as though a fresh born babe hungry for milk.
With a bellow, Kaul easily shoulders aside one of the guzzlers clearing an iron nozzle for Gribbets. The runt follows with a leap into the air and springboards off one of the graybacks stooping to gather the spilled coin. Dangling a good six feet from the ground, Gribbets greedily laps at the tantalizing teat and receives a burning mouthful of Bloodgrog. With a taste somewhat akin to antiseptic strained through bloody bandages, it makes up in punch what it lacks in flavor. The disguised halfling quickly feels the heady effects of the orcish booze as his fingers slip off the slick iron nozzle and he lands with a thump at Kaul's feet.
Momentarily stunned by the fall to his back, combined with the army of angry red ants invading his gullet Gribbets lies still a moment. Before realization floods back and he tucks and rolls to the side to escape the press of orcish flesh rushing back to the swollen teat.
Lying on back still once outside the trample zone, Gribbets surrenders to the onslaught. As though he's swallowed a shooter of flaming napalm that's making it's way through his digestion while applying a scorched earth policy to the esophagus left behind. I have got tae get me summa this... feck, better drink ol Kaul's extra potion since he were so keen on it and Gribs sits up to down the second vial.
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The thick cloyingly sweet potion goes down easy soothing Dibbets' burning throat. However, after a moment or two beads of perspiration form on the little guy's forehead and he feels a strange stirring below his gut.
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Kaul looks down at his mate with a twinkle in his eye, "Hur. You feelin' OK there, Dibbs? You look a mite bit flustered."
Before the undercover halfling can respond, he is filled with an unnatural lust, hurls himself on a nearby orc, and begins humping his leg like a deranged dog. With a grunt of confusion, the grayskin looks down at the misshapen runt violating his leg. Kaul doubles over in laughter as the offended orc unsuccessfully attempts to peel the lustful limpet from his leg.
A few moments later a look of confusion crosses the lust besotten runt orc's face and a very angry orc is finally able to get Dibbets peeled off, carried to the door, and tossed outside into the red dirt. Kaul follows behind with a look of concern on his ruined features.
"My Dibbs, that Bloodgrog appears to have quite a strange effect on yer kine." Then he convulses into another round of raucous laughter.
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As the lustful impulses take over his actions Bah, that sneaky greyskin must've slipped me summat in the durned vial.... Going limp in the arms of the amorous legged orc, he allows himself to be thrown outside into the red dirt. Oh but he'll keep... we'll have months afloat to come
Gribs struggles to his feet with his gimp leg and responds "Feck, I dunno what came over me Kaul-ey. Tha bloodgrog has a bit o' a kick tae it, mebbe it did me head in a bit." He shakes out his head a bit as though to clear tha cobwebs "Ain't quite as good as the hooch ol Blind Fingers used tae cook up on tha Soaring Spittoon, but it'd do in a pinch"
"C'mon less get scarce afore tha Gribs goes back tae being Dibbs" he throws an arm around Kaul for support as they slowly stump out, his hand grasping at Kaul's buttocks and snuggling his head in close to the scarred lummox's groin.
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With a tiny hand firmly clutching his buttocks and a scraggly head pressed against his thigh, Kaul wonders belatedly if that lust potion might have some unwanted lingering side effects as they make their way back to the Broken Mug.
As Dibbets walks back through the mottled torchlight towards the Broken Mug, his voice soars ascendant with a filthy little ditty:
Whose mistress were a lady an whose master were a swell,
They knew she were a simple girl jus lately from tha farm,
So they did thar very best jus tae keep 'er from all harm."
"Singin bell bottom trousers, coats of Taldan blue,
Let 'im climb tha riggin like his daddy used tae do"
"The fortieth from Absalom come marchin' intae town,
An with them come a company of rapists of renown,
They busted every maidenhead tha fell beneath their spell,
But they never made tha waitress from tha Broken Mug Hotel"
"Singin bell bottom trousers, coats of Taldan blue,
Let 'im climb tha riggin like his daddy used tae do"
"And then thar come a company ought Ulfen Shield Hussars,
They piled intae tha whorehouses an packed intae the bars,
Many a maid and mistress, even wife before 'em fell,
But they never made the waitress from the Broken Mug Hotel"
"Singin bell bottom trousers, coats of Taldan blue,
Let 'im climb tha riggin like his daddy used tae do"
"Then thar come a sailor, an ordinary bloke,
A-bulging at tha trousers with an heart of solid oak,
At sea without a woman fer seven years or more,
You didnae need tae ask just what he wer looking fer"
"Singin bell bottom trousers, coats of Taldan blue,
Let 'im climb tha riggin like his daddy used tae do"
"He asked her fer a candle jus tae light his way tae bed,
He asked her fer a pillow jus tae rest his weary 'ead,
An speakin very gently as if he meant nae harm,
He asked her fer tae come tae bed jus so’s tae keep 'im warm"
"Singin bell bottom trousers, coats of Taldan blue,
Let 'im climb tha riggin like his daddy used tae do"
"She pulled aside tha blanket an fer a moment thar did lie,
He were on her! he were in her! in tha twinkling of an eye,
He were out agin! and in agin! an plowin' up a storm,
An all tha waitress said were “I hope ye're keepin warm!"
"Singin bell bottom trousers, coats of Taldan blue,
Let 'im climb tha riggin like his daddy used tae do"
"Early tha next mornin tha sailor he awoke,
Saying “Here’s ought two-pound note me dear fer the damage I have wrote,
Now if ye have a daughter, bounce her on your knee,
And if ye have a son, send tha bastard off tae sea!"
"Singin bell bottom trousers, coats of Taldan blue,
Let 'im climb tha riggin like his daddy used tae do"
"Now thar she sits upon tha dock, a baby on 'er knee,
A-waitin fer tha Taldan ships a-comin home from sea,
Waitin fer tha jolly tars in Taldan uniform,
And all she wants tae do, me boys, is keep tha Taldan warm!"
Dibbets finishes the last verse as he and Kaul step back into the Broken Mug. His favorite dishwater blonde waitress scowls and goes back to scrubbing tables with a little extra vigor.
Unless he was interrupted on the way, Jim went back to the Broken Mug after visiting the shipyard.
Strolling into the Mug with a spring in his step despite his grey matter still being somewhat muddled from the Bloodgrog, Dibbets secures a table for the crew.
As the crew finds their seats, Inger finishes scrubbing the table and takes her time serving one of the other patrons their pint before coming over to the table. Looking over the crew she frowns again, "If you're wanting you supper tonight, you'll have to talk to Miss Gingin first. She wanted to see you all in her office."
the Groom spends the day on the wharf. He sets up empty crates as target practice to feel out the balance of his new crossbow. Seeing Kaul and Dibbets stumbling toward the Mug, he will collect his bolts and follows them.
"Ah well lassie, seems I'll have tae be talkin tae her afore I get tha pleasure o' your comp'ny. Shall we lads?" before rising and stumping off in the direction of the office.
The office door is open, so you enter to find Dagrit logging figures into a ledger. She quickly hops off her stool and shuts the door behind you before saying anything. "Well, you've had a couple days now. What can you tell me about the you-know-what? Have you taken care of it yet?"
the Groom tips his hat brim upon entering her office. "We accomplished quite a bit. We found the group that sent him to his watery fate and retrieved what they took from him. He did go on about some warnings, but we hope our efforts will appease him. We will try tonight to contact him again to get him to push off now or be more clear on his warning."
The stout dwarf matron gives you a gap toothed smile, "OK, just checking on your progress. I can't stand the thought of spooks lurking under my floorboards. So I'll expect this to be wrapped up soon. Enjoy your meal." With a nod of approval Dagrit reopens the door and shoos you out.
By the time you finish your food, Inger is lighting the lamps and the regulars are crying in their beers.
Jim leans back in his chair with a satisfied grunt. "Best to eat well while we can...it's back to salt pork, hardtack and moldy biscuit next week." He looks over at the Groom. "Shall we go below? It'll be refreshing to meet a haunt that wasn't trying to claw me apart or strangle me mates with its tongue, eh?"
"Aye the hardtack don't go down too easy tha first few weeks afloat, but tha taste improves once the maggots take hold. Les go see Groomy's gurgler an see iffin what we done already's enough tae satisy 'im"
"Let's hope he is talkative. And ya might want to bring a piece of hardtack to gnaw on, he don't keep regular hours so me might be down there a while."
the Groom opens his satchel and looks in on the wrapped skull, one eye-hole peering up at him through its covering. "And what about you? You feeling talkative tonight?"
He closes his satchel and stands, "Let's go see about some sharks." He reaches in his coat pocket and feels the ring still there.
The wind has picked up through the afternoon and now drives the waves into the pilings below the pier. Although not of a height to directly wash you from your perch on the suspended flotsam below the pier, the constant spray and clamor have sent the squatters to other locations for the night. The waning gibbous moon makes brief appearances through the scudding clouds giving the whitecaps a ghostly glow that the Groom keeps mistaking for his spirit.
Time drags on like the uncomfortable damp of the spray that increasingly leadens your clothes, but you manage to stay wide awake with a little inspiration from the hungry pounding of the waves close below you. Finally, a gargling sound emerged from the satchel with a tell tale glow.
Night watches...one more thing to get used to again.
Jim listens intently to the skull gurgle and gargle. "Since we have a few days yet, perhaps we should take a tour of the lighthouse and see who's there to talk to."
"Yeah I thought you might say that."
Speaking to the skull,
The sanguine glow from Jolly Jack's sockets brightens and the teeth chatter through the watery vocalizations.
With a final tapering burble, the burning eyes of the skull fade signifying the departure of the merman's spirit.
Dibbets stands by non-chalantly leaning on his staff for support as it seems that the Groom and the watery messenger are having a competition to see who can cough up the most phlegm in the shortest period of time.
"So. The Lighthouse, or Gozreh's Grotto again? Or should we go through Brother Peg-Leg...didn't he say he used to be on the Council?"
"Well it seems warning the Sea Lord is less vital than just warning someone about the Sahaugin. I think the Sea Temple first as we have no proof, and they may have already been affected if they lost their Priestess."
"We left word at tha Grotto that we were lookin fer the sea-witch, so they should be findin us iffin she gets back."
"Which comes first; her not coming back, or she goes missing? The ill-clad may want to know of this warning, as she may be in danger."
Shrugging his little shoulders "Tha acolyte we spake tae weren't too distressed at her lack o' return yet. We did impress that he pass tha same word on tae the junior sea-witch as well, so hopin that iffin the mother ain't come back on time the sister will come knockin"
"Here, that's why I'm a mite concerned, yet--no offense to you, mate, but why would Gozreh's representative on the Council care about any of us? We're...well, we are what we are, eh? That's why I think going through the Brother would give us a better shot at a hearing, at least."
"We left em a breadcrumb on the Sea Lord 'n Sea Pact ring fer em tae chew. Iffin they're interested I'd be suren they'd follow up wi' us. Iffin not, then..." shrugging again. "Any ways I ain't fer recommendin we wait on tha heathen's answer nor seek out tae grovel at their feet either."
Dingus stretches and yawns, and quickly puts his friend away before Dibbets notices he had him out.
"I'm all for resting". I wasn't really asleep, just resting my eyes
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Dingus stretches and yawns, and quickly puts his friend away before Dibbets notices he had him out.
Back in the Broken Mug, Dagrit is wrapping up with the last few drunks and you head up to your rooms for the night.
*yawn*
the Groom pauses at the bottom of the stairs and calls out to Dagrit. "Ma'am? The kitchens are closed right? So why do I smell smoke?"
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Rising to the sound of chaos and smell of smoke "Up lads summat's goin on downstairs. Out've ye beds and have to" before stumping out into the common area. Oh feck, I hope that Dingus is wearin more tonight than he were last night. Don't need that image fillin me head fer another day
the Groom sits bolt upright in bed. Something 'aint right. Smoke and violence.
He takes time to grab his coat, loops his sword belt and satchel over his shoulder, and grabs the crossbow and heads for the door. He will kick on Dibbits and Kaul's door as he passes them and takes a station at the top of the stairs to assess what is going on below.
The Groom gives Dibbets door a solid kick at just the moment he turns the handle to open it, almost sending the oaken frame cannoning into his small face. "I'm up ye bugger - go get Jimmer, he's probly sleepin with the bloody rags in 'is ears agin"