Elgan-Hawk circles the boat once more, making sure there are no others waiting to clamber aboard, then alights on the deck, shimmering into his normal elven form as he does so.
"Hey dere! Evreebodee awright?" He calls as he looks at the wounded on deck, trying to see if anyone else is aid-able. If there is, He swiftly jumps in and assists the stranger to patch up who they can.
"Say dere chere,' HE says to the brightly attired dandy. "Yew kin play dat reel purty dere. Ah dare says dat wuz sum o' de best yodelin' ah eveh heared! An' dat joke,... Ah bouts fell outta deh sky when ah hears yeh!"
Bosun Breedlove walks up and throws salt on Elgan's feet, and makes the sign of Pelor on his forehead. Then he scuttles off, muttering about bad juju. Elves on deck...bad bad juju.
"Dwarf's okay....unless it's a beardless woman dwarf. Or a dwarf with a forked beard. That means the mainmast will split for sure."
“What about gnomes?”
"Or a bearded female dwarf?" Altai plops down next to Beldan. "This is getting rather interesting, don't you think? Now, about that booze fairy... Would you describe him as more like a leprachaun or a brownie?"
“What about gnomes?”
"Gnomes is universally good luck. They'll level out the juju of an albatross incident even. Just don't let a monkey groom their beard for lice....."
Oso offers to heal anyone who needs it.
...
"Say dere chere,' HE says to the brightly attired dandy. "Yew kin play dat reel purty dere. Ah dare says dat wuz sum o' de best yodelin' ah eveh heared! An' dat joke,... Ah bouts fell outta deh sky when ah hears yeh!"
Pip bows to the shapechanging elf.
"And you master elf, when I saw a hawk tossing lighning bolts I almost fell outta the sky myself. That was a strange fight, and no mistake. Do you cats know what those red lizardfolk are all about?"
Pip looks at Gittik. The hobbit looks very familiar. Tough to say with all the dirt and gore smeared on him. Pip sticks out his hand.
"Hey brother nice work on that big lizard dude. I'm Pip Bushytoe, originally from Loftwick. You kinda look familiar, you got kin out in the Yeomanry? I got some cousins back there."
To Gittik: "Och aye wee cheil, ye chewin' a giants throat it was abit guid enaw a secht 'at Ah can pack up an' jaunt aff tae Moradin a canty cheil. As far as Ah'm concerned ye sairrr ur a Dwarf, hoowevah groon up boy gobbos ye micht be."
"You'll have to start growing a beard now."
Breedlove's eyes dart from partymember to partymember.
He "gaaaaaah's!" in resignation; it's ALL bad ju ju, and starts swigging from his liquor flask...
Breedlove's eyes dart from partymember to partymember.
He "gaaaaaah's!" in resignation; it's ALL bad ju ju, and starts swigging from his liquor flask...
Elgan follows Breedlove's eyes, then silently hands him a small jug labeled "XXX" that he had left over from the party. You don't THINK he's smirking,...
He goes of into a corner....it's been a stressful day.
Oso joins him.
He is feeling a bit beaten up.
The Capm breaks out the Sasserini Purple Worm Tequila.
There's limes, to combat scurvy; this boat ain't out to sea but old habits die hard.
“Riese’s Regulators is more of a temporary name, until we can find something better,”
What are you talking about? We are garnering quite the reputation! We can't change it now, that would be the worst advertising error ever! And calling us 'Regulators' has the added value of sounding cool and identifying our jobs, when you add in a proper name that has the same letter as a descriptive qualifier then you make the name into something that rolls off the tongue and sticks in the common man's head. "If you need help, I hear that those regulators, um...Riese's Regulators, are who you need to find!" says Joe the Commonman. I've done the research and the name is pure marketing genius and it's growing popularity is surely proof of that. Besides it's already painted on the boat.
"This'll do wonders for my headache." Altai wanders off to drink tequila and suck on limes.
What are you talking about? We are garnering quite the reputation! We can't change it now, that would be the worst advertising error ever! And calling us 'Regulators' has the added value of sounding cool and identifying our jobs, when you add in a proper name that has the same letter as a descriptive qualifier then you make the name into something that rolls off the tongue and sticks in the common man's head. "If you need help, I hear that those regulators, um...Riese's Regulators, are who you need to find!" says Joe the Commonman. I've done the research and the name is pure marketing genius and it's growing popularity is surely proof of that. Besides it's already painted on the boat.“Riese’s Regulators is more of a temporary name, until we can find something better,”
Beldan just shakes his head in resignation. He knows when he's beaten.
LMAO
Pip's eyes gleam as the tequila gets passed around.
"Well, even if you were called the Scumbag Horde I don't think anyone in their right mind would mess with you."
Pip raises a glass of amber fluid
"May Asmodeus hear of your demise while you're climbling Mt. Celestia!" He toasts
"Well, even if you were called the Scumbag Horde I don't think anyone in their right mind would mess with you."
Not a prowblem.
"This'll do wonders for my headache." Altai wanders off to drink tequila and suck on limes.
Whoever gets highest on a d20 gets the worm!
LMAO
No. Opening. Whatsoever...
"This'll do wonders for my headache." Altai wanders off to drink tequila and suck on limes.Whoever gets highest on a d20 gets the worm!
D20 result = 4. Not me.
D20 result = 4. Not me."This'll do wonders for my headache." Altai wanders off to drink tequila and suck on limes.Whoever gets highest on a d20 gets the worm!
Hair o' th' hellhound....
"Huh. Do you really think this is a baby purple worm? It doesn't look like one to me, but it might be hard to tell wthout proper instruments." Altai picks up the worm and moves to put it in a box, only to discover that the big beetle he picked up in Castle Amber is lumbering around in it. "Drat. Does anyone have a proper specimen container? No? Um, does anyone want this worm, then?"
Altai plops down next to Beldan. "This is getting rather interesting, don't you think? Now, about that booze fairy... Would you describe him as more like a leprachaun or a brownie?"
“Oh sorry man, got sidetracked. I don’t know, he was about so tall,” Beldan indicates about a foot, foot and a half with his hands, “and was all green. No, not his clothes, his skin. And he was dressed … well, sort of half naked with a loin-cloth, feathery head-dress, lots of gold chains and stuff …” Beldan trails off, looking embarrassed.
Gives Altai his empty potion bottle for the worm.
The worm....is wiggling. It's animated.
"Strange..."
"and the worms ate into his brain...."
"Strange..."
.....low....level....necromancy....
"Iiiiiinteresting. I wonder..." He looks at Gittik for a while, before dropping the worm into the bottle along with some water. "Nah. I'll examine this thing more closely later, once I get back to my lab. Thanks, Beldan, for both the bottle and the booze fairy description."
The worm....smokes and dies in the bottle with 3 drops of cure moderate wounds left in it...
ZombieMaster Tequila...
The worm....smokes and dies in the bottle with 3 drops of cure moderate wounds left in it...
The worm....smokes and dies in the bottle with 3 drops of cure moderate wounds left in it...
No; the last few drops in the CMW bottle killed the damn thing...
( I thought you put it in the CMW bottle. )
If not, it's still.....(un)alive.
It's dead, Jim.
"Dammit! Well, as long as I keep a tight seal on this, I should be able to determine what this... thing was. After all, that's why we have the mad alchemist's lab." He carefully packs away the not-even-undead worm bottle.
"Yeh shee shere," Mumbles Elgan in a slightly slurred voice to the poor guy having a 'bad juju' day,... after taking another pull on the bottle and handing it back.
"Thas deh prublem wit' wishards an' such. Tew d@#% in'eres'ed inna dead t'ings, an' nut payin' nuff tension tew deh livin',..."
Oso looks over at the other drinking Regualtors.
"Is good we done find you, My main man an' Aggie's little boy wus looking to see Saltmarsh an' such as you."
He finishes sucking on another lime, his lips smacking.
"Tell little Oso what you be doin' in this here marsh. An' does Regoolater mean summat like wor-collectors? worm-collecters?"
<Wipes the tequila off his beard after practically finishing it in one swig.>
"REGULATORS means we wipe uir creases weth anyain fa's feckin' ehvil uur in enie way whatsuhevah criminal - 'en we tak' 'eir mince. Et means we're th' boos. An' fur th' recurd thes Rice fellaw 'ere es a maroon an' probably right bent sae watch yer breeks 'en he's aboot."
<Points at Reise with his thumb then waves his hand around with a limp wrist a little.>
"Anyway. Yoo're welcome tae join us es far as aam concernt."
*hic*
Pip rummages in his backpack for his pouch of sea salt. He licks the bridge of his index finger and thumb. He pours a pinch of the coarse-grained salt on it. He licks it up, tosses back the tequila and bites the lime. He offers the salt around to anyone interested.
"Yep, me an' Oso were coming downriver to look for opportunities. Didn't quite expect the demon lizard and green giant show though."
Pip pauses and grimaces as the purple worm tequila hits his belly. He looks over at Oso.
"Say big guy, weren't we talking about some weird demon-battling juju dream you had right before all the ruckus?"
Happy birthday Heath!HUZZAH! me go sleep now. ;)
<Tenser licks Pip's face with the same tongue that he used to slobber all over Otiluke's ass.>
Pip fends off Tenser laughing.
"Down slobberhound! Who's this fellah? You a good boy? Huh? Are you a good boy?"
Pip rubs Tenser behind the ears and flips him a piece of jerky.