Go ahead!
heh heh...
"Pharris, come with me ... I want to try something with these new gloves of dexterity and necklace af adaptation that I bought..."
"Who is Pharris?" asks Oso
"Who is Pharris?" asks Oso
"Who is Pharris?" asks Oso
:D
I've been feeling like crap every night. I think I have a new allergy. YAYZ.
I will prolly bild some npc's tonite and tomorrow nite, and get rolling some time.
Just a question or two:
do you guys wanna talk to the Saltmarsh council?
Who's going?
I'll have it all together some time...
Right on...
they take a brief report of the previous few days/weeks' adventures, then call an emergency session that evening.
They share with you this: this "Viper's Den" is a recently created pirate hideout, and though they have primarily been predating Scarlet Brotherhood shipping in and out of the Sea Princes,.....none are safe.
There seems to be a flotilla varying from 5 to as many as 15 ships, and the leader of the whole gaggle is somebody named "Sencho." Little is known of Sencho; he is a barbarian from the frozen north. No; he is a Paynim fire warlock that belches napalm. No, he is a dragon/demon/slaad/mindflayer/you name it masquerading as a human/ogre/halfogre/heretofore unknown race of wicked titans who created all of the Olman pyramids....you get the picture.
Recruiting on your part has managed to swell the ranks of lizardmen to a grand army of 110. A few of the councilmen seem leery of arming a bunch of swamp lizards, but it goes forth; the town will arm them all.
They also offer another 2 ships to carry them all in, will try to drum up some human regulars, AND send political envoys to meet with the lizardman tribe.
The lizardmen know of some landfall on the coast near the island where temporary firebase can be set up.
How do you want to play it?
"Maybe a forward scouting mission might be in order....do you think your motley rabble could pose as a gang of surly privateers?"
Anybody, feel free to be at the emergency session, and ask questions of the town council if you so wish. I don't have their names at work; will get more detailed at home if it's warranted.
Altai puts in as many good words for the lizardman tribe as he can get away with, mentioning the chief's magical new leg and how the locatah alliance may work out once it's clear the lizardmen have some outside backing. "I like the idea of posing as disaffected pirate material. We may need to repaint the ship, though. Might want to lose the artwork up front, too."
Oso is happy to do whatever, life isn't dull being a regulator.
"Dey ain't no differ'n den yew. Dey jes wants ta hunt, fish an' raise dey fam'lies. Yeh treat'em rite an' dey'll respeck yeh back. An' why not have 'em as neighbors? It ain't likely dat yer town'folk wanta live inna swamp?"
Oso is happy to do whatever, life isn't dull being a regulator.
"An' Dat's dey hones' truff Chere'!"
"Nope.....we hung the ones we had; or rather they strungem up in Seaton. Then burned em."
>Drinking at the Lizard still.<
[ooc]You have my sympathies! May you heal quickly.[/oo]
Oso comes in and half thinks about patting the dog before checking his valuable fingers.
Fetches food and drink and buys a spare meatbone or two for Tensor.
"Here Tensor chew on dem."
"Hey Stiggy I hear lots dat you all did before me and Pip signed on. What has you done in this town?"
"Flayed gobbos, ogres, radgy wizards, rescute elven princesses, diced loocul hooligans, decovered oondahgroond lairs. Ah was blin' blooter'd 'alf th' time te be hones'. Effen ye wants e guid accoontin' ask Beldan ur Altai. Jist dornt esk Rice."
<Stig fills Tenser's bowl with ale.>
*Slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp*
*BRAAAAAAAAAP*
Back in the saddle soon....finally feeling normal, and my son with strep isn't lieing there looking like Dracula is visiting him every night. I should be good to get things rolling tomorrow I think.
;P
;)
"Flayed gobbos, ogres, radgy wizards, rescute elven princesses, diced loocul hooligans, decovered oondahgroond lairs. Ah was blin' blooter'd 'alf th' time te be hones'. Effen ye wants e guid accoontin' ask Beldan ur Altai. Jist dornt esk Rice."
"Radgy? is dat angry. Then this "Ah was blin' blooter", you was a cavefish? Hahaha good that you is back to normal again."
"Flayed gobbos, ogres, radgy wizards, rescute elven princesses, diced loocul hooligans, decovered oondahgroond lairs. Ah was blin' blooter'd 'alf th' time te be hones'. Effen ye wants e guid accoontin' ask Beldan ur Altai. Jist dornt esk Rice.""Radgy? is dat angry. Then this "Ah was blin' blooter", you was a cavefish? Hahaha good that you is back to normal again."
Beldan mimes lifting a flagon to his lips (which is odd, considering he’s sitting in The Lizard and has an actual flagon of ale on the table in front of him). “He means he was blotto,” explains the young thief.
“You are probably best off asking Altai,” he continues, “I think he’s been keeping notes. It’s all been a bit of a blur to me, honestly. Though one thing Altai probably won’t go into proper detail on is the women – you know, wizards, I heard they take a vow of celibacy, since the carnal acts release all that stored up, um, magical energy. Anyway, the women …”
Here Beldan launches into a somewhat long and improbable tale featuring exotic raven-haired beauties, green skinned samurai-pirate lasses, sexy librarians, gilled elf maidens and hot bondage princesses, all of whom carried barely concealed desire for the rogue, (Oso probably finds the story really starts to stretch credibility here, given Beldan’s somewhat weedy frame, slightly over-long nose, wispy moustache, and hardly above average charm) that he was forced to gently stave off due to his feelings for dear Pharsia.
The preparations go pretty good.
A muster of 120 lizardmen and 100 men of Keoland will set out with the party in two extra ships;
(I guess) they will set up a temporary firebase at the delta of a river 15 miles from the site of the volcano, on the coast of the continent, near the Amedio Jungle. There they will await the party's scouting mission.
It'll take 10 day's sailing to get there; they'll sail apart from the party's Sea Ghost, so as not to disrupt the facade of the Sea Ghost being a vessel of cutthroat buccaneers.
Any final preparations?
Ready to sail?
Again, there's a navigator, 10 expert sailors, and good ole' Tom.
Ah! Good old Tom......
Here Beldan launches into a somewhat long and improbable tale featuring exotic raven-haired beauties, green skinned samurai-pirate lasses, sexy librarians, gilled elf maidens and hot bondage princesses, all of whom carried barely concealed desire for the rogue, (Oso probably finds the story really starts to stretch credibility here, given Beldan’s somewhat weedy frame, slightly over-long nose, wispy moustache, and hardly above average charm) that he was forced to gently stave off due to his feelings for dear Pharsia.
Ah! Good old Tom......
We can roll whenever; I'm pretty much ready; or wait for Pip; or say he's seasick and whenever he pops in he's better.
No hurries to me or nothing though.
Watchmen is cool. I liked it aloh.
I don't think you can make a movie more loyal to the damn book/comic/whatever. If Alan Moore had to yank his name off this one, he's a burnout or whatever; I liked it.
“So,” says Beldan, as the group prepare to depart, “which of us, apart from good ol’ Tom, has any real sailing experience? And, more importantly, who gets to be captain?”
Beldan has spent the day preparing his pirate “disguise”. He’s found himself some old, foreign naval officer’s coat, a tricorn hat, sea-man’s boots, and even an eyepatch.
Tom:
"I take you're all a gaggle o' loiterers, aye? 'Tis naworry, lie back, relax, and leave th' drivin' to me."
Beldan sneaks a quick glance at Riese, and snickers.
For Pip:
Mac-Fuirmidh Cithern
2,800 g.p. cost;
grants +2 perform string, and....if you have 4+ ranks in perform, you can do CLW, sleep, and mage armor; total of 3/day any combination of them.
2,000 more g.p. and it's a steel guitar, ready for underwater use.
I'm serious.
(I switched it around a little bit from the Magic Item Compendium).
....hrrrmmm....
For Pip:
Mac-Fuirmidh Cithern
2,800 g.p. cost;
grants +2 perform string, and....if you have 4+ ranks in perform, you can do CLW, sleep, and mage armor; total of 3/day any combination of them.
2,000 more g.p. and it's a steel guitar, ready for underwater use.
I'm serious.(I switched it around a little bit from the Magic Item Compendium).
;)
Tom:
"I take you're all a gaggle o' loiterers, aye? 'Tis naworry, lie back, relax, and leave th' drivin' to me."
"I know my way around a ship. Read about knots and things in a book once, too."
For Pip:
Mac-Fuirmidh Cithern
2,800 g.p. cost;
grants +2 perform string, and....if you have 4+ ranks in perform, you can do CLW, sleep, and mage armor; total of 3/day any combination of them.
2,000 more g.p. and it's a steel guitar, ready for underwater use.
I'm serious.(I switched it around a little bit from the Magic Item Compendium).
;)
Yeah; I reckon it's cool.
Tom:
"I take you're all a gaggle o' loiterers, aye? 'Tis naworry, lie back, relax, and leave th' drivin' to me.""I know my way around a ship. Read about knots and things in a book once, too."
I thought there was a magic pigeon type spell, but maybe that was palladium.
What exactly do you want it to do? I'll say....Saltmarsh gives you guys a magic mechanical homing pigeon like the owl in Clash of the Titans to tote messages about.