Me'sa squint one eye and open de other realz widez, so I seez really really goodz.
Well, squinting with one eye and opening the other REALLY wide reveals that the sun is EXTRAORDINARILY bright and the pteranodon is VERY ANGRY. But you also see something white and round beneath it. At least one white and round thing, but there might be more.
Greblak keeps one eye on Blarg, and the other on Splurg and the loot.
Arm things look shiny. Wants them.
He looks at Crang. Now you have fire too! Yay! But me still Fire Captain.
Gud Job maties, yarr say Buz enthusiastically at the assembled captains. We now got loot. Me sayz arm things go to Fire Captain, potion thing go to Sneaky Captain, stick thing go to Splurg to heal Cat Captain, stabby thing go to who find it, Blarg is yer name? And neck thing go to... What's yer name, fellow? Crang? You gud axe-goblin. We may need new captain. You be Smashy Captain, arright?
Crang starts to take apart the Captain to make him easier to cook.
He puts on the belt (check character prfile to understand) but gives up the +1 Flaming Heavy Mace (the head of the mace resembles a grinning devil),
+1 Chain Shirt (medium) and Silver Holy Symbol of Asmodeus to anyone who wants them.
The mace is fun for food but not an axe, so is essentially useless.
Crang Smashee Capten!
Crang starts to smash a hole in the deck with his axe, but is still exhausted after his rage and stops quite soon.
He is so excited his pteradon skull hat falls off, he picks it up, blows a pile of snot into the lid to make it sticky and then jams it back on his head.
Blarg goes Yippiee! Me'sa found a cannon ball. *thinking* ohh canon balls are black. not a canon ball. hmmmm. What'sa white. *thinking* Sheep! Me'sa found a sheep. Yippie. *thinking* Sheeps be fuzzy. Ball no fuzzy. heehee I say'd fuzzy balls.
He calls down to the others;
After distributing the last pieces of loot among the captains, Buz will grab the Talking Skull, put his dagger between his teeth to look more intimidating, and go interrogate the Longshank. If other captains wants to follow, it would be fine.
Splurg gets an inspiration at Buz's silver puzzle.... Silver Bullets!!
"Blarg me thinks an egg? Seagulls lay eggs so big seagull lay big eggs"
Greblak puts on his new shiny arm things, then begins to polish them with a bit of the captain, while wondering how to pickle an egg.
Scolding Greblak "You no hurt big seagull he make good pet one day..."
Blarg no want to get bird peckered on head. Ouches!
Ding, lightbulb goes off
Knowing that fighting the big bird might not be good, but not being able to resist new goodies, Blarg begins work on prying/breaking/smashing the underside of the crows nest so the contents will fall down to the Goblins below.
Blarg begins his work. Using his trusty dogslicer, he pokes a few holes in the bottom of the crow's nest and begins prying boards out. The pteranodon makes a strangled cry as the blade bites into her nest and begins shrieking wildly. She snaps at the goblin, but his perch beneath her is too far away to allow her to get a bite in. After a few moments and increasingly disappearing floor, she lets out one final anguished squawk and takes wing, disappearing into the blue sky.
As the hole widens, two round white eggs about the size of grapefruits tumble through.
Eggses!
Crang goes for the nearest egg.
reflex
Buz is on the main deck heading to the prisoner's cell in the exact same moment. When he sees the two eggs falling right over his head, he instinctively swears and let go of the Talking Skull, trying to catch one at least.
"Catch it I wantz a seagull pet!!Maybe Teach Crang to ridez it, you be Seagull Captain!!!" ref
Greblak runs in terror from the large white things falling from the sky
Greblak runs in terror from the large white things falling from the sky
Ank-hore drags himself from out of the bucket he crawled in. "OOOOooo, Look Gifts from the LADY."
Ank-hore
Looking at the Goblin remains. Stupid Goblin. Shoul'da kno betta. Birdie eat ya if not smart like Blarg.
Blarg looks at the shinny ring, and the ring look back. Blarg cant resist it's awesome shinnynessessess so he slips it on his finger.
The his attention is then drawn to the spotted egg thingy. He gingerly takes it out and starts to climb down carefully. ooooh. spotty egg breakfast.
During the descent Blarg has a change of heart about the egg. You so pretty. I love you. Me'sa gona raize ya like me ma' raized meh. You be ma baby. Ma beautiful baby. I call you . . . .mm . . ."Gerblat". Ma beautiful baby Gerblat.
Splurg thinks Gerblat is fine name and wish he thunk it.
"What would yea like deez bits forged inta? We's be needing ta collect for scrap steel fer nails and gets some trees fer lumber; make some saws. Looked dat ship dat sunk; we'z on dis en and we no wanna be fishbait. We need ta fix dis ship up en maker all fast, real fast.
oooh a potion; does what? Weze could use a boarding ramp too and a spare mast and some chucker weapons. Lets get dis all gobbied up ta be a real pirate ship BOYZ.
oh; and we need some fishnets fer food on the run."
After distributing the last pieces of loot among the captains, Buz will grab the Talking Skull, put his dagger between his teeth to look more intimidating, and go interrogate the Longshank. If other captains wants to follow, it would be fine.
"sure, I can make yea some armor with all spikey bits n a grinning toothy face; but I needs some leather, some wood fer a frame; need a lot O coal cause wood dont gets hot enough fer steel. I kin shape it n all; but I needs a real hot fire; ooooh; fire.
I kin melt down that cannon ball fer nails n such; aint good all by itself fer weapon and such; too soft without some other mixies. Dis armor I only gotta get hot enough to work. I could use some better tools; need a tongs; windbag; a sticker; striker; a dependable gob whose brains aint entirely mush. Best if I just gets two gobs one fer smithin n on fer wood choppin. keep an eye out fer some trees."
"Ifn youse wanten silver bullets; gets me some silver n I can do that easy smeasy."
There is a mass of goblin scrambling as the two eggs fall from above. Ankhore and Buz manage to be in the right place at the right time and the two eggs seem to show no damage from the fall. Within you can feel the stirring of a tiny warm life.
Blarg returns to the ground, cradling Baby Gerblat's egg. The egg looks different from the others, alright, spotted and somewhat larger. It's also much warmer.
Materials to power the forge and tools are easy to come by. But as the day wears on, the wind is nowhere to be seen, heard or felt.
Buz hands his egg to Splurg, then says: Git dis to Gutbucket. We be eatin' omelettes tonite. He then turns to Whosi: Dunno about da potion. Ask Splurg, he knows. But bullitz are smartist idea; take dis ammulet and make some. See what ye can do 'bout the ringhy armory tinghy. And tell da rest of the crew to move their ass an' fix da shipp already!
Buz then will go to interrogate the prisoner, bringing the Skull with him. He enters the cell, wake up the prisoner and say: Mhpfnock Mhpfnock! Ith's thf toothpf fairie!
Crang follows Buz to the captured prisoner.
Do I kill him yet?
Crang licks his lips.
Splurg takes the egg from Buz and makes like he is going to Gutbucket, but instead he takes it down into the Captains Quartes and hides it... Muttering to Spots "Spots I just can't killz it, it's a big seagull!"
Giggling Splurg comes up to the deck thinking how clever he is for hiding the egg...
Noticing the calmn seas and no wind he decides to worry about it tomorrow and to go find some Pickles! and maybe a rat or piece of the prisoner to sacrifice to the sea...
Ank-hore looks at all the floating bodies in the sea thanking the lady that he is not one of them. Then looks at his egg and grins "yooz is named Lunch." and he brings it to his bunk covering it with his blanket for when food in the hold is low he will feast like a king.
Ank-hore come back up on deck and tends to the wounded. Asking all he can see "Yooz Hurtz those that are wounded he takes a paste that smells of ground fish putting it on their wounds and wrapping it with seaweed. Heal Check
Ank-hore looks for a proper sacrifice to Lady Lastbreath hoping the Captain will let him use the prisoner. Ank-hore Cackles at the thought of this.
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Ma' mah sat on me when ay waz an egg, afta poop'n me oot. Sha kept ma all warm wit her hairy buns.
Blarg finds a bucket and some worm padding. Old shirts, rag or whatever. He makes a cozy nest for Gerblat and starts a'sitting on the bucket, keeping him warm.
Bralg's ah mommy now! he smile a big toothy grin.
Hush li'l eggy, dont say a work
Blarg gona sit on'ya, just like that bird
An since dat bird dont sing, Blarg gona keep da magic ring
An if this bucket hurts my ass, Blarg gona drink wiskey from a glass
An if dat glass run dry, Blarg gona poke some'on in da eye
An if dat eye pop outa da head, din dat creature's gona be dead
An if dat dead un' come back to life, Blarg gona run for his life
An if Blarg run far far away, ay leave ya hear, too bad fur you, la la la
With sheer joy of noise from pounding hammers, fire and smashing things; Whosi bends his will to the making of bullets for guns and sling stones out of junk metal and a few silver; will reserve 4 silver sling bullets for myself the rest for bullets; and, will begin making the frame for sheilds and a dummy for making armor from the better material. Depending how much low grade metal we have for bullets; I also want to make some nails for maintaining the ship and <gobby smirk> Upgrades.
making tools I need and dont have;
Blacksmithing and woodcrafting
Bullets
Sheild Frame
Armor Dummy
anyone got a blunderbuss; got some ideas for special gobby shot hehe
Greblak doesn't know much about sailing, but he knows he doesn't like boats! He spends most of his time down below, helping with any smithing or forging or anything that has a fire that needs to be supervised. Oh, and eating pickles.
"ah, dont be a baby buzkill" chuckles
"I jez need ta see how its made; how strong the casting ta be guessin how much it can take. ah; this aint so good; I could make yea some real cone shot fer it; but this wont handle many. I am thinking a mix of powder and ground filings with sulphur mixed with a coarse flour or dried sawdust from oiled wood; aught give you about 10 are 15 floot gout of near whitehot flame that would burn fer a few seconds.
hands it back
"maybe I aught just make yea a one shot tube. Am thinking to call it Whosi's Deathbloosom"
<looks back at Buz with the strange glee only a real pyromaniac, firebug could have>
"ah; that be purty near purty"
While Whosi begins a feverish bout of tool-making, and Blarg and Ank-hore become mommies, and Splurg (secretly also a mommy) prays for wind, Buz and Crang head for the cabin of their victim/hostage.
Pushing open the door, the smell of infection assaults you. The sailor is pale and feverish, shaking with chills even in the warm cramped cabin. His left leg is cut open from knee to groin and has been bandaged poorly with his own shirt. It smells infected and the skin below the cut is turning an unhealthy grayish tone. His eyes don't seem to focus, and when you attempt to intimidate him, he doesn't seem to notice.
Instead, he begins muttering. Moving closer, you hear him say: Sorry, captain. I did try, sir, but the chest were too heavy to move sir. I took out the map, sir, but the chest was too heavy. When I saw the ship, sir, I copied the map, sir and burnt the original. It's hidden, sir hidden well. Theys won't be finding it, sir, I promise."
Greblak meanwhile, enjoys the sweet taste of pilfered pickles, while helping with any burning that arises...
Wat pmfmap? Wat pfchest? Buz spits the dagger on the ground, but push it outside the door with his half boot just in case. Ye be talking 'bout treasure? Give us map for shiny treasure, or ye be smimmin' with sharkies! And sharkies love dem rotten legs, yum yum yessir!
Buz is trying to intimidate a feverish man into talking. Probably won't work, but still, if it doesn't work, he will make him more feverish and delirious by putting the skull right into his hands.
Buz thrusts the skull into the man's hands, making his eyes go wide and shocking him back to near-lucidity. He goes blank for a moment, then drops the skull with a shriek and attempts to scramble backwards.
"Devil Island! No, I won't go back! I won't go back! Kill me first! It's not... I WON'T GO BACK!" He reaches down to his wound, wrapped in his shirt and tears the makeshift bandage off, throwing it at Buz. You catch it, thinking to throw the dirty thing away, but you notice that the sailor has quickly copied a map onto the inside of the dirty shirt. It's not perfect, but looking at it, you think it's a map to the island you saw in the skull's vision...
While you look at the map, the feverish man begins banging his head against the wall as hard as he can. Blood begins streaming from his forehead as he opens a nasty gash there.
Crang made no attempt to intimidate. He simply and honestly expressed his desires.
Rotten meat smelll bad. Real bad.
Crang tries to decide which axe he loves the least, the effort of concentration makes him have a small nosebleed.
He selects the hand axe.
Killim on deck. Throw rotten in sea. Kill shark.
Buz is talking to the spoiled dinner, so Crang waits.
Buz laughs. Laughs rising his eyes to the skies. The Gods of Piracy have been good with him today. So he laughs, so hard that he eventually starts to snort and spit and the laughter turns into a dreadful convulsion. He calms down, look at the map, at the skull, then at the map again. He thinks about asking the longshank there if it's real, or how do they get there, or why he's going crazy. But on second thought, he doesn't. Figuring all this out would be a challenge. And professional pirates love challenges. When he speaks to Crang moments later, his voice is calm and deep.
Ax Captain, kill dis bastard. Take he to Gutbucket, see if sumthin' can be cooked from he. Throw da rest to sharks. Taking the Skull and the dagger with him, he exits the room. And call other Captains. We gotsa treasure to find.
power attack
damage
Crang does as he is told.
With his free hand, he holds his nose.
"Capt Gree...
Dat fire beez hot enough jus nah; grind some of dat black offn dat burn wood inta diz bowl; den gits dat sharpy sharp dagger from dat capn and den peel some metal of diz junk. gits me bowl of black and bowl of metal shaving bout same quantity. jeez; I wishn weez had a peg or two; not fer bacin; but fer flamin poo. Weez gonna need some brimstone as well. Fer now weez gonna use the cannon powder as we aint gots no balls hehe cause weez gonna use deez cannon balls fer scrap cause I told dat other gupper weez got no powder hehe. Whatcho be needing Capt Gree, any kinda sticker fer yourself. Am thinking a bag o pointy things ta sprinkle behind us <caltrops> fer a gittaway dat make dems chasin up hop on bleeding feeties; you like sometin like dat?"
<keeps hammering and shaping>
Greblak doesn't know much about sailing, but he knows he doesn't like boats! He spends most of his time down below, helping with any smithing or forging or anything that has a fire that needs to be supervised. Oh, and eating pickles.
" I gots dis other idear as well... a bag o special treated oil dat you carry under your arm; when you squeez it wit yur chicken bone motions; the oil runs out a tube staped to a flare; da special oil gets lit by da flare yur holdin and you flambe some good eats right in der clothes; git em nice n crispy thinks me"
<short time later>
"course....you squeeze to slow and yea gits yea some crispy gobby; best we try it out with one of the crew first, thinks me."
<short time later>
"yea know; on a bigger scale, we puts up der inna bucker up der in the tall mask; a big keg or two or threee hehe of special oil; den we run a hose to a special cannon; den weez got us enough gravity suck fer a nice spout ta put of a nice gout of fire; not much range; say half a stone throw; but be good fer making supper outta little ships o men that try to row up on der little skicks in da water and board us; you know it gonna happen sooner or later; man dont like gobbies gettin up in da world; da bastages."
"nah; seeing how weez aint got no wind; well I gots this other idear; fer a giant wheel and a big stove fer big fire ta boil da water and make the wheel go, got dis other idear fer a front ram dat drops a jaw like a clamp fer a drawbride ta board ships. got dis other idear fer a giant crossbow der on the poop deck and......<whosi never runs out of ideas; some good; some ludicrous, most bout fire, and will work, drink eat and talk about it all day until time to rest or something happens. if anyone listens log enough; Whosi seems to have a whole plan to modifiy most of the ship to make it a real terror of the sea any goblin would want to join>
Me liking the fire cannon thing, sounds like fun! For meez, I like bunring stuff, but I wanna try splodin stuff, too. Makes me boomy thing?
as Greblak knows nothing about sailing, he will assist Whosi with his projects, until there is someone to burn, or he runs out of pickles.
After having called a meeting with the other captains, Buz starts studying the map.
"Buz what is map? This skary thin skull talk about?"
As night falls and darkness descends, the captains gather once more in the Captains Cabin. With some care, Buz has cleaned the map. It's not perfect, but it can be read.
The sailor has been butchered and his rotting legs left for the sharks, who circle the ship now, waiting for more food.
The discussion begins...
Izit writins?
Crang looks around nervously, refusing to look directly at the map.