Back this evening.
Huzzah!
"Just a thought..." Altai waves Claw towards the entrance. "Let's see if ol' slimy is inside Claw - and if he is, how he likes sunlight."
Slimer....stays put. Nothing keeping him there.
meh....full attack.
Beldan thrusts futiley into the air (much like his sex life recently)
That'll work.
Claw hits both times, and Slimer lets out a long moaning whimper that smells like heinous yuckmouth. Claw doesn't care though.
1d20
Beldan thrusts futiley into the air (much like his sex life recently)
meh; that was your held action; you've got a new round in the chamber....
Stiggy, Beldan, and Elgan had prepped something too I reckon.
and the exorcism/bootparty is under way.
Elgan-wolf takes a jump at the goopy green ghost-toastie!
Slimer finally explodes in a burst of greasy goop as the wolf bites him with lightning and fire.
Everybody's clothing is jacked.
3,500 experience points...
"We'll need to stay alert over the next few days. Sometimes they come back."
With people quitting and new crew getting rehired, it takes about a week to finish the cleanup job...
nothing much else untoward happens in the daylight hours in the Parrot Island Manse.
again, combing over the scroll like book liberated from the giant wedding, written on something resembling cowhide,
it would seem that each member of the party can each gain 2 points to an ability score from utilizing the book.....however, it requires a Giant of Jotunheim (in Asgard) trained in the arcane arts to perform some sort of ritual upon the character.
(no candlewax on the nipples or anything, just a ritual).
and, I reckon Oso's around to planeshift the party to Asgard, the Land of True Heroes.
"That was odd ... and slimy. Think it means anything?"
*sssssssssspoooooooooookeeeeeeeeeeeee*
With people quitting and new crew getting rehired, it takes about a week to finish the cleanup job...
nothing much else untoward happens in the daylight hours in the Parrot Island Manse.again, combing over the scroll like book liberated from the giant wedding, written on something resembling cowhide,
it would seem that each member of the party can each gain 2 points to an ability score from utilizing the book.....however, it requires a Giant of Jotunheim (in Asgard) trained in the arcane arts to perform some sort of ritual upon the character.
(no candlewax on the nipples or anything, just a ritual).
“Hey fellas, how hard would it be to get to this Asgard place? Might as well get some use out of this magic book ...”
"It's not easy per see... But a specialist can get us to Asgard without too much difficulty. Of course, once were there... We won't know where to go or who to speak to. Still, we've faced longer odds before. Why don't we move our odds and ends into our new mansion and then take off on our planar adventure? Do you want me to go back to Saltmarsh and get Pharsia? I'm sure she'll like being a lady-about-town."
"It's not easy per see... But a specialist can get us to Asgard without too much difficulty. Of course, once were there... We won't know where to go or who to speak to. Still, we've faced longer odds before. Why don't we move our odds and ends into our new mansion and then take off on our planar adventure. Do you want me to go back to Saltmarsh and get Pharsia? I'm sure she'll like being a lady-about-town."
"Wh - oh, Pharsia! Beautiful and graceful Pharsia, missed and beloved ... that one. Yeah, we better get her I guess, if she wants, and anything else we left back in Saltmarsh."
"It's not easy per see... But a specialist can get us to Asgard without too much difficulty. Of course, once were there... We won't know where to go or who to speak to. Still, we've faced longer odds before. Why don't we move our odds and ends into our new mansion and then take off on our planar adventure? Do you want me to go back to Saltmarsh and get Pharsia? I'm sure she'll like being a lady-about-town."
"Och aye mah rum. Ah hink Ah left a puckle eh casks layin' abit."
Pip thinks back to all the bar gossip he's heard through the years about Valhalla
Elgasn shifts back into an elf, and runs outside to the nearest rain barrel. Without breaking stride he shoves his entire head under water and begins gargling.
An hour and one totally unusable rain-water-barrel later, the elf re-emerges no longer gagging.
"Blecch! Ah dun tol' yew cher', Dat wuz NASTEE! Ah t'inks ah still gots booguh in mah teef!" The elf declares vehemently, cleaning his teeth with a small twig.
"Waitaminutechere',... Did yew jes' say Asgard? Lahk deh REAL Asgard?! Where dey big-wigs hang out? Count me in! Dat soun' lahk a fuun road trip! Ah alwauus wanna' ta see whar hung 'er hat!"
"It's not easy per see... But a specialist can get us to Asgard without too much difficulty. Of course, once were there... We won't know where to go or who to speak to. Still, we've faced longer odds before. Why don't we move our odds and ends into our new mansion and then take off on our planar adventure. Do you want me to go back to Saltmarsh and get Pharsia? I'm sure she'll like being a lady-about-town.""Wh - oh, Pharsia! Beautiful and graceful Pharsia, missed and beloved ... that one. Yeah, we better get her I guess, if she wants, and anything else we left back in Saltmarsh."
*BAMF*
Altai's able to return to the Old Alchemist's mansion.It's bustling in the late afternoon; a successful in and tavern greets him.
Outside the entrance is a sign with a magic rock turning a chunk of lead into a chunk of gold; the establishment is now aptly named "The Philosopher's Stone."
Pharsia meets Altai at the porch merrily.
She hoists a bag of gold....
"There's 3,500 pieces of gold; it's a payment for everything Beldan's loaned me. I've turned this old haunted abode into a going concern....I know it's not much compared to Riese's Regulators' revenues, but,...."
She agrees to pop back to Saltmarsh with Altai; "this place can run without me for a day p'raps...." and they're back to Sasserine...Altai and an overdressed for this latitude Pharsia, with a sack of doubloons...
*BAMF*
Pip thinks back to all the bar gossip he's heard through the years about Valhalla
Do ya one better....
at the Church of the Whirling Fury, there's an old halfelven poet lady named Mab that knows a thing or two about Asgard;How to get there?
"well deary,....there's the hard way; a valkyrie....has to see you fall in battle courageously impressively then she lands her winged horse and carries you off to Valhalla to fight all day and party all night until Ragnarok comes. Twilight of the Gods....."
she looks somber a moment.
"Then there's Bifrost, a magic rainbow, that touches the prime material, here and there, it's a fleeting thing Bifrost. But you can walk it right up to the City of the Gods. Heimdall guards it from ne'er-do-wells."
"Now, The River Styx.....whose tributary briefly flowed Astrally through Sasserine....diverted here for epic magicks so everybody on Oerth would forget about this city at the behest of those awful Sea Princes....the River Styx flows to every plane known. But that way is frought with peril."
"Also, Yggdrasil, an interdimensional tree of massive size....connects to many places from Asgard."
"Then there's Sigil. City of Doors. You can get anywhere that exists from Sigil and quite a few places that don't exist, but.....first you have to get to Sigil."
"Also, your friend Oso can planeshift there....though he'll get somewhere under 500 miles from where he meant to go. I baked some ginger snaps.....here you go deary!!!"
nomnom....nom.....
Any questions for ole' Mab, feel free to fire away anybody.
She likes Gentleman Callers....
How to get there?
"well deary,....there's the hard way; a valkyrie....has to see you fall in battle courageously impressively then she lands her winged horse and carries you off to Valhalla to fight all day and party all night until Ragnarok comes. Twilight of the Gods....."
<Stig nudges Beldan and nods at him knowingly--he quietly adds without interrupting the crone: "Fur sure thaur is somethin' tae be said fur 'at. Th' Norse ken whaur it's at. Och aye."
“Pharsia! Oh ... I have missed you.” As Beldan speaks the words he realises how true they are. Hesitantly he walks towards her, then rushes into her arms ... fade to black.
After a couple more fades to black, lying with her in his arms, Beldan says. “Look, I know this thing we’ve got is a bit weird ... I don’t expect you to wait for me. I mean, if there are other men ... if there’s been any ... I don’t want to know about it, but it’s ok. I’m an adventurer you know baby, I have to ... do things. Save the world. Defeat bad guys. Stuff you know ... but I really like you, you know? Does this ... work for you?
“Anyway, if you want to stay here in Sasserine you can, if you want. The shopping and weather is better than Saltmarsh, if you don’t mind the heat. Don’t worry about the money, keep it, hire some guards and some help if you stay here, it’ll be good to have someone keeping the fires warm. Hells, you’ve got a better head for business than I have, I know you’ll find a way to profit! But if you prefer to return to Saltmarsh I’m sure Altai can bring you back there before we go. Uh, yeah, we’re leaving again, a long way this time I think ... Asgard.”
<Stig nudges Beldan and nods at him knowingly--he quietly adds without interrupting the crone: "Fur sure thaur is somethin' tae be said fur 'at. Th' Norse ken whaur it's at. Och aye."
How to get there?
"well deary,....there's the hard way; a valkyrie....has to see you fall in battle courageously impressively then she lands her winged horse and carries you off to Valhalla to fight all day and party all night until Ragnarok comes. Twilight of the Gods....."
"Yeah, it sounds like those northerners have the afterlife all figured out," Beldan whispers back. "Wonder where we'll end up when we die? You religious?"
Pharsia:
"Other men? Pffft! Who has the time?....I've got a going concern to run!
I....wow. I'm in Sasserine, just like that. Poof! I'm there. Hee hee..."
she looks around the mansion.
"Well, can you guys get me back to Saltmarsh in a day or so? Then back here,....this place needs fixing up. Gala back there, she's ready to run the Philosopher's Stone. I need to get cracking on this place. THIS'LL really bring in some cash. Wow. It's gorgeous.
Okay, but I've really got enough gold. Hmmm......I'll need to charter another group of investers here in Sasserine maybe.
THIS place would make a really great hotel. And with the Games getting going there in the arena....."
<Stig nudges Beldan and nods at him knowingly--he quietly adds without interrupting the crone: "Fur sure thaur is somethin' tae be said fur 'at. Th' Norse ken whaur it's at. Och aye."
How to get there?
"well deary,....there's the hard way; a valkyrie....has to see you fall in battle courageously impressively then she lands her winged horse and carries you off to Valhalla to fight all day and party all night until Ragnarok comes. Twilight of the Gods....."
"That's....one of the more iffy ways of getting there. You need a valkyrie watching at the time, for one thing....and hope she doesn't hate you. OR at least doesn't hold the fact that she DOES hate you against you. You know how fickle lovelies can be, darling.
Here.....I know you'll like these meat pies and cider."
Huzzah!!!
"Oh, and what a nice doggy...here's some snossiges and nice coconut pie."
All things in good time....heh heh.
bump to appear
Pharsia:
"Other men? Pffft! Who has the time?....I've got a going concern to run!
I....wow. I'm in Sasserine, just like that. Poof! I'm there. Hee hee..."
she looks around the mansion.
"Well, can you guys get me back to Saltmarsh in a day or so? Then back here,....this place needs fixing up. Gala back there, she's ready to run the Philosopher's Stone. I need to get cracking on this place. THIS'LL really bring in some cash. Wow. It's gorgeous.
Okay, but I've really got enough gold. Hmmm......I'll need to charter another group of investers here in Sasserine maybe.
THIS place would make a really great hotel. And with the Games getting going there in the arena....."
“I think Riese wanted to head back to Saltmarsh for a bit too. I could buy a scroll of teleport or two for him, he could take you there and back if you like?”
“What do you guys think is the best way to get there? That magic rainbow or the magic tree sound like the best deal if they’re real, but I don’t know if we could find them?”
"The tree, and the rainbow....they appear, here and there....at the accord of the wyrds of fate. Mayhap Heimdall controls the bridge.
You and your gilly are just too skinny. I'll get you some good stew.
Which reminds me...the tree's roots are gnawed by hungry Nidhogg; a dragon you don't ever want to meet. You lot are pretty trig, but there's things you aren't fit to fight yet."
"Yeah, it sounds like those northerners have the afterlife all figured out," Beldan whispers back. "Wonder where we'll end up when we die? You religious?"
"While Moradin suits me braw, Ah huvnae a speck ay use fur linin' up an' bendin' mah knee fur th' powers. They can aw suck rum frae me arse."
"That's....one of the more iffy ways of getting there. You need a valkyrie watching at the time, for one thing....and hope she doesn't hate you. OR at least doesn't hold the fact that she DOES hate you against you. You know how fickle lovelies can be, darling.
Here.....I know you'll like these meat pies and cider."
"Wa thenk ye wifey. Woods ye hae a spot ay liquur aroond somewhaur tae wash these doon?"
"Oh, and what a nice doggy...here's some snossiges and nice coconut pie."
<Tenser, who looks like a pregnant bich after cleaning up the leftovers of the last melee, continues to gorge himself on anything she gives him, not to mention any crumbs that Stig drops.>
"Try the cider, dearie....I can assure you it'll grow hair on your chest even."
It's strong. Well aged.
"Yeah, it sounds like those northerners have the afterlife all figured out," Beldan whispers back. "Wonder where we'll end up when we die? You religious?""While Moradin suits me braw, Ah huvnae a speck ay use fur linin' up an' bendin' mah knee fur th' powers. They can aw suck rum frae me arse."
Beldan glances about nervously and takes a sidestep away from Stig, just in case any gods are listening and are in a smiting mood.
"Oh, and what a nice doggy...here's some snossiges and nice coconut pie."<Tenser, who looks like a pregnant bich after cleaning up the leftovers of the last melee, continues to gorge himself on anything she gives him, not to mention any crumbs that Stig drops.>
Beldan glances about nervously and takes a sidestep away from Stig, just in case any gods are listening and are in a smiting mood."Yeah, it sounds like those northerners have the afterlife all figured out," Beldan whispers back. "Wonder where we'll end up when we die? You religious?""While Moradin suits me braw, Ah huvnae a speck ay use fur linin' up an' bendin' mah knee fur th' powers. They can aw suck rum frae me arse."
Somebody's gonna cuss out Thor to his face, aren't they.
"The easiest way to get to get to Asgard is by having Oso shift us there. Of course, Asgard is the realm of hero-gods, swarming with giants, dragons and other big game - and Oso's spell is far from accurate. We may end up on top of a giant-infested glacier with no way of knowing where we are or where we are going. Climbing the Yggdrasil - which, by the way, is quite real - is a better way to arrive, but it is not necessarily easy to get to. Also, it is full of extraplanar travelers who may or may not be looking for a scrap."
"All methods will be dangerous. Let's research a place we'd like to travel to first, and then weigh the pros and cons of how we get there."
Pharsia:
"Other men? Pffft! Who has the time?....I've got a going concern to run!
I....wow. I'm in Sasserine, just like that. Poof! I'm there. Hee hee..."
she looks around the mansion.
"Well, can you guys get me back to Saltmarsh in a day or so? Then back here,....this place needs fixing up. Gala back there, she's ready to run the Philosopher's Stone. I need to get cracking on this place. THIS'LL really bring in some cash. Wow. It's gorgeous.
Okay, but I've really got enough gold. Hmmm......I'll need to charter another group of investers here in Sasserine maybe.
THIS place would make a really great hotel. And with the Games getting going there in the arena....."
"Hey, I like that. Just save me a suite for my stuff and my lab equipment." Altai scratches his scruffy beard thoughtfully. "Perhaps I could build a couple of golems to guard the door? That will give the place some real cachet."