<Stig has a potion of water walking in one hand and a mug of rum in the other, he's waving his hand at Tenser.>
"Come haur Tensah, Ahma gonnae shaw ye a wee trick."
<Tenser keeps well clear of Stig.>
"Let's take a couple of days off before going up to the pirate base. Again, I want to sail in on the Hellwind. It'll give us some instant credibility. Hang out for a couple of days and learn the lay of the land - and then kill the nightwatchmen and call in the troops."
Oso listens to Altai's plan.
"Shouldn't dem crew be flaming? or is we gonna tell them that we done for Capn Killjoy Flaming Britches an' his spectres? Us gonna be the talk of the town."
"Riese's Regulators gonna have a rep right across the Seas. Think of dem ladies coming into our laps, an free drinks and paaarteys. Pip we done fall on our feet here!"
>>>>>DUM DEE DUMMM<<<<<
Here's th' map again of the volcano....
Any final preparations in mind?
What time of day do you want to appear?
Or, if you guys wanna piss around with the beetle some more, that's cool too.
It's all good. I got a good week's worth of statblocks done up....
Pip uses his Hat of Disguise to cobble up a piratical persona, perhaps a dwarf bucanneer named Tuborg.
"What do you think about me heading out to the volcano first and getting a bit of intel?" He asks the others
Pip uses his Hat of Disguise to cobble up a piratical persona, perhaps a dwarf bucanneer named Tuborg.
Stig will keep some of the bones left from the fight in case a disguise is needed later so he can use them to dress up his armor a bit and look more pirate-like. Maybe a skull on top of his head something.... I don't suppose there are any hoop earrings around.>
“Hey, nice earrings Stiggy.”
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“Gay.”
Oh, you can. I just thought Pip wanted to go in alone; wasn't sure what he meant.
Pip uses his Hat of Disguise to cobble up a piratical persona, perhaps a dwarf bucanneer named Tuborg.
Stig will keep some of the bones left from the fight in case a disguise is needed later so he can use them to dress up his armor a bit and look more pirate-like. Maybe a skull on top of his head something.... I don't suppose there are any hoop earrings around.>
That might work; you might need to get closer with the boat though.
"You planning on scout the place out Pip? Could be dangerous, on your own. Strength in numbers and all that ..."
"A 'grees wit' Beldin heah. Ah kin go in wit'ou' bein' notice' mos' likely. Or ah kin be yer lookout if'n yeh wants tah go in an' talks tah sum peeples. Eeder way, lahk Beldin sed, stren'th in numbahs."
;P
Stig finds a nice hoop earring, cleans it off with run and pierces his ear. Skull on top of his helm, some finger bones braided into his beard.... Rustles up a bandana and he's good to go. With the rum fumes coming off him I doubt anyone will doubt the disguise.
...
;P
Naah we can play it out; n.b.d.
Who all's going, and how are ye inserting to th' target area?
Oh; fly only works for about 7 minutes, so you'd definitely need the Hellwind to get close like a Pipcraft carrier to insert you.
Oh; fly only works for about 7 minutes, so you'd definitely need the Hellwind to get close like a Pipcraft carrier to insert you.
RAW--yes.
EDIT-
Elgan practices turning into a parrot, so he can sit on Stiggy's shoulder. But the rum fumes keep knocking him out when he tries.
Yeah; the Hellwind can insert you from over the horizon.
Where do you want to land on the map, and what time of day be ye flying in?
On the edge of the water on the map; that's the wall of the caldera of the volcano thrusting up out of the ocean; there's a little break in the rim on the south where ships can enter. The wall is hundreds of feet high some places.
You can do that on top of the calderra, or on top of the mayan pyramid on the north east. You can pick the time of day; at night you're golden, at sunrise the east is good; sunset the west...
Elgan's shoulders are sore as all getout. He thinks you should diet.
You can do that on top of the calderra, or on top of the mayan pyramid on the north east. You can pick the time of day; at night you're golden, at sunrise the east is good; sunset the west...
Elgan's shoulders are sore as all getout. He thinks you should diet.
'Tuborg' walks into the viper's den, looking for the inevitable filthy dive tavern to patronize.
Man it's a party going on down there.
They'd be popping off guns, but this is Greyhawk and they ain't got any. Still, some drunk wizard somewhere must be breaking off some zero level spells that glitz up the sky or pop (hey, uses for prestidigitation!)
Pip's able to blend in to the drunken revelry.
It's a dock town, a boardwalk with a few ships here and there, and old lizardman huts requisitioned for storehouses, or layups, or brothels, or all three.
Pip gets to a crossroad in the boardwalk; there's a surly group of humans or not pirates gathered about a keg twice Pip's height in circumference.
A yellowish-gunky-toothed human cutthroat o the seas announces "all who pass mae to drank wi me arr GOO in th drank, ye are scurvies all!"
Everywhere it's a party.
'Tuborg' walks into the viper's den, looking for the inevitable filthy dive tavern to patronize.
The whole place is a dive tavern.
Tuborg wanders about, trying to get the scuttle on what's news amongst the scurvy scalywags.
"Arr, there bein' foine roisterin' te be found heeraboots thar be! "
Tuborg will accept the gunktoothed cutthoat's hospitality
"Arr some foine grog it be sar!"
Gather info: 1d20+6=17, Listen: 1d20+7=12, Diplomacy: 1d20+7=18
"GIF GUTTE, NAR MEINRICH!"
An old salt hails Pip, salt old as if from a sea before fish wore spines.
Speak dwarvish?
He looks mostly human, if not for the pronounced brow ridge and knobby teeth; and he has no body hair. He's gnarly, muscled, barrel chested. He wears a seacoat, no hat, and a cutlass.
know: bardic 10
Tuborg wanders about, trying to get the scuttle on what's news amongst the scurvy scalywags.
"Arr, there bein' foine roisterin' te be found heeraboots thar be! "
Tuborg will accept the gunktoothed cutthoat's hospitality
"Arr some foine grog it be sar!"
Gather info: 1d20+6=17, Listen: 1d20+7=12, Diplomacy: 1d20+7=18
Och! Ayl drank yuih unner th toible dwairf. We'll at them yeller sails roit good hoy!
A deplorably untalented pair of gnomes bleat out a shanty on pipes and squeezebox as sailors dance wi saucy tarts, and drink far too much.
"GIF GUTTE, NAR MEINRICH!"
An old salt hails Pip, salt old as if from a sea before fish wore spines.
Speak dwarvish?
** spoiler omitted **He looks mostly human, if not for the pronounced brow ridge and knobby teeth; and he has no body hair. He's gnarly, muscled, barrel chested. He wears a seacoat, no hat, and a cutlass.
know: bardic 10
** spoiler omitted **
'Tuborg' grimaces and calls to the old salt.
"I don't know the dwarvish tounge ser. I was actually born a human an' I suffered a terribul fate involvin' a shark an' a kraken wif me as their chew toy! Fortunately I was a' sailing with ol' Spineshanks, he wert one o' them lizarmen witchdoctors donchaknow an' a good sawbones teh have aboot! Next thing I'm knowin' I wakes up an' I'm a dwarf! Well, 'twas a shock to me, after being six-feet of solid human buccaneer! But better a dwarf than a shark's toothpick I always say .."
Elgan-parrot does his best to keep his balance as The disguised Pip wanders to an' fro amidst the crowd. The bird looses a couple of feathers when Pip walks under a section of wall that a few cutthroats are using as their dart board. Otherwise he watches his partners back to make sure that no one tries to sneak up on Pip with unpleasant things on their minds.
"GIF GUTTE, NAR MEINRICH!"
An old salt hails Pip, salt old as if from a sea before fish wore spines.
Speak dwarvish?
** spoiler omitted **He looks mostly human, if not for the pronounced brow ridge and knobby teeth; and he has no body hair. He's gnarly, muscled, barrel chested. He wears a seacoat, no hat, and a cutlass.
know: bardic 10
** spoiler omitted **
'Tuborg' grimaces and calls to the old salt.
"I don't know the dwarvish tounge ser. I was actually born a human an' I suffered a terribul fate involvin' a shark an' a kraken wif me as their chew toy! Fortunately I was a' sailing with ol' Spineshanks, he wert one o' them lizarmen witchdoctors donchaknow an' a good sawbones teh have aboot! Next thing I'm knowin' I wakes up an' I'm a dwarf! Well, 'twas a shock to me, after being six-feet of solid human buccaneer! But better a dwarf than a shark's toothpick I always say .."
Well, bein' a bit o' both, sorr, I must arskye: which way ye injoy more to be?
Oh, and I be Kravitch; I sail off the Skinnybow. I were liberated from them Yeller Sails whot created my being, nigh on.....two decades since....oh, I've been asea a long stretch."