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You want to drop him? Why is that?
Magpie's voice echoes in the hold, though he is nowhere to be seen, "Aye mage, ye'd do well to listen to the lass!"
Ze gameplay eez up!
Magpie's ghost bears an angry look on his face, his torn features scowling at Temerith, "Ye fool of a man, I had a gift for ye, knowledge to be used. But if ye spurn me even 'fore I grant it, maybe ye should be taught a lesson!"[/ooc] Magpie's ghost surges at Temerith, passing through him and turning his skin a pale white, frost appearing on his clothes. The water surrounding his feet has turned to ice. In the bilge, you hear a cackling, rasping chuckle, followed by Magpie's voice, [b]"Now then, mage, ye were saying?"
[ooc]Variziel, "Oh that sounds right cloak and dagger-ish... I like it!"
Her hyper-intelligent brain just registering the fact that you were referring to personal payment, she blabbers out, "Oh, yes, yes, of course! Tell Grok I sent you to collect the Numinous Apparatus I finished a few weeks back. You can keep it as payment. I'd say it's worth a few drams of blood. Now, let me test this admixture... the planar inversion methods may indeed be able to purify the blood of its transplanar fixation, causing one or the other half of the blood to fully manifest its traits and cause the other half to go dormant. Make one part of the blood stronger, as it were." She returns to moving like a blur, working with various apparatuses, scribbling frenziedly on a sheet of paper, and half-muttering to herself.
Your scantily-clad island queen shall return soon! She comes bearing Dudleywampus Fruit, which brings sweet relief from Tired-of-Lack-of-Posting Sickness! YOU SHALL ALL BE HEALED! EDIT: Also, my apologies for the lack of posting from her, which was partially my fault. If you feel the need to be angry at someone, be angry at the Goblin alias!
I was saving posting until I could see what any new posts read. Then the site was down until like an hour or so ago. Since it's rather late, I'm just taking this time to review things and make small talk before bed.
Also, did anyone else get booted for about an hour or so around midnight (East coast USA time,)? Kind of made me want to throw a baby squid at my laptop, considering the fact that I was ready to post and now I'm just doing short replies to nearly every campaign and offering commentary, as well as re-reviewing things.
Posting to deactivate the 'inactive' status! Look for posts soon, as cheesy as it sounds! :)
Back! I will be looking through my massive backlog of posts that has been building since I left because of my health concerns. Just to give everyone perspective, my sugar is staying more stable and, since I don't have to eat as much, my insulin and blood pressure levels are regulating.
As you begin descending the ladder to the bilge, you hear talking. Thinking nothing more of it you head finish heading down. Upon reaching the bilge, you are greeted with a strange sight: Charlotte is talking to a mangled ghost that looks like Magpie. He looks at you, points on of his rotting, waterlogged fingers at you and rasps out, "Ye there, mage who channels lost souls, come here for a moment." "Pure? Pure on which side, I wonder? Pure Human or pure beast of Hell? Is one really any more part of your nature than the other?" After hearing you ask for payment, she turns quickly to you, resting her chin on a her right hand as if in thought, "Payment? What sort of payment? The captain authorized me to perform this research... is that not enough?" You bash the rusted chain and it snaps. The water around you grows cold and clammy as the spectral figure floats up and moves toward you. It tilts it's head, observing you, before turning and floating eerily through the water towards some unknown destination. You feel your mark grow warm for a moment and you feel a sense of accomplishment. "Now ye've got my interest piqued, Variziel! And don't ye worry, most o' this crew are vipers I wouldn't trust with a pair of stolen skivvies, so they won't hear a word from me! So, when are ye going to show me?" Sandara's eyes gleam with excitement.
Too crazy? Where ye think ye be, lad? :P
Including necromantic flags and animated cannons! I will put the file up on my Google Docs later for everyone to peruse and get an idea on what sorts of options are available!
I'm back everyone! This is a general announcement for everyone in one of my campaigns or recruitment. The screen on my phone was shattered, which has prevented me from posting in the past like week because I have not been able to scroll down a webpage with a cracked screen. I took a picture of my phone with a friends phone, so if anyone is interested in me verifying that it was a real problem, I can post it and provide a link. I know it's not necessary, but I don't like just telling people that there is a problem without offering some sort of proof. I feel it helps you all to trust that I tell the truth, since some people are compulsive GM-slackers. I SHOULD be good on posting until around September 2nd, when I go to the endocrinologist for my appointment. Obviously on Thursdays I will not be posting, but that had already been mentioned. I will be working through my discussions and recruitments todays, so I will not be posting until tomorrow. S&S PEOPLE! I've got the Razor Coast guide to naval combat and ship building now! Is everyone interested in modifying any ships you gain at some later point? We even have magic modifications!
Yes, a real rapier is pretty sturdy. If you take fencing and own a real rapier, because you love your sport, you would know it COULD be as realistic sundering something as a longsword, with a bit more effort. Trust me, I know swords. I was a collector for years until I got bored one day and decided I wanted money. I even had a scimitar from the Ottoman Empire, with brass and ivory comprising the handle and the blade being damascus steel engraved with something in Arabic. Found it at an estate sale and bought it for like $50... sold it for a great deal more lol. And yes, pommels need love too! We should design feats for fighting with the pommel of a sword! :)
Thursdays are my game nights, so I only lurk around discussions and such to post. Also, the rules say a rapier can sunder, so it can!
Scoundrel, realism doesn't have as big of a place in fantasy. AND NO RULES LAWYERING! That's my job lol! :P
True, Temerith! Iggy, that good?!
By the way Scoundrel, try to limit your posts in gameplay to either in-game posting or posts that are . It keeps everything neat and orderly.
I don't care about their political stance, one way or the other, because their food is delicious. Cutting out all businesses that espouse one ideology or another cuts out a lot of good options one has as a consumer.
Scoundrel, waffle fries... not fries made of waffles! Ever been to Chik-Fil-A lol? But yes, IHOP is dericious, enough so that I have intentionally misspelled a word to emphasize it! :) Temerith, not a fan of black olives and I don't eat shrimp anymore, but that sounds delicious! Most Mediterranean foods are!
"Hmmm... something to think about, yes?" Jack begins digging into his arm with a small, dull blade, only marginally paying attention to your words. "Shadows... bloody shadows in the dark... howls of the Prince in Chains..." "Ye be hidin' something Variziel? Yer lookin' aweful shifty!" The chain lies on the silt, attached to nothing. Perhaps it was attached to the chest you all found earlier? In any case, the rusted chain appears to be severable by a well-placed strike. "Revenge is all I ask for, girl. Seek out your fellows and tell them what I have spoken. Mayhaps as one ye all can do what individually ye cannot. Promise me somethin' though... if ye cannot get vengeance, get as far away from this cursed ship as ye can. I'd rather not see ye suffer aboard this vessel. It earns its name... it's poison, pure and simple, poison for the heart and soul. Look at all the crew to see the truth. Even the greatest of men and women have been worn down or turned into heartless killers by Harrigan and his cronies."
Behind the door, a woman stands over a set of alchemical tools and equipment that contains various colored reagents. In the alembic, a thick and syrupy liquid eerily reminiscent of blood boils, releasing a noxious stench into the air. The woman, a pretty young thing of about twenty years, pours a few chemicals in the other equipment, which snake through glass tubes and reach the red liquid. Without warning, the liquid flashes a fiery orange, illuminating her delicately featured face and her brown eyes. The liquid then seems to... transmute into a crystalline red dust that glitters in the light of the room's whale oil lanterns. She runs fingers through her jaw-length golden hair and smiles with full lips dyed a brilliant shade of purple. "Success! It seems your blood acts as an arcane latticework of sort, trapping the extraplanar energies of your bloodline. Adding in several ingredients, which I won't bore you with the name of, I can condense your blood and the extraplanar energies within it to make a potent dust that could be used in conjuring creatures from the Lower Planes and binding them to do as I command! Truly this is a discovery worth putting down in the history books! Those fool Cyphermages in Riddleport will regret not accepting me once they hear of this! Why, I could be one of the preeminent... wait, am I boring you?"
"Ye have no idea who yer dealin' with do ye, ye sea urchin-humpin' bilge rats? The name be Cap'n Jackson Sparrowshanks, Esquire if ye please! After eating some land-gull and checkered potatos , I shall make me return to the blasted collection o' WORDS that ye swingdoor Sallies call a 'gampleplay thread'!"
Yes, I will introduce you soon!
Scoundrel/Scott, it looks like you're in!
Everyone, your vote on Scott/Scoundrel? My vote is already cast, so let's hear them! Yay or nay? Because that's how REAL pirates did things lol.
Janus, my apologies. I will rectify that mistake soon! :) I will post after dinner and a shower. My day was spent getting a CT scan done, napping, and visiting family.
Charlotte: "There's naught ye can do for me, girl, I'm beyond help. The best I can do is to aid those marked for death by those two damned sea vipers and hope the Pirate Queen sees fit to grant me peace."
Charlotte:
"Aye, that I know all too well. Still, I bear ye no ill will, nor those who arrived with ye. Truth be told, ye remind me of someone... remind me of my daughter..." He floats forward and runs his mangled, ethereal hand across your cheek, which suddenly feels ice cold to the touch. "For that, I cannot let harm come to ye. I'm dead, one of the Ocean's Lost since that accursed Harrigan denied me my last rites, but I can help you from becoming the same. There's talk amongst some of the crew... talk that ye be a witch, that it would be better to tie ye up and throw ye overboard for the sharks, rather than risk ill fortune. There be others amongst those who came with ye that they want to get rid of. All this talk comes from but a single man, girl: Mister Scourge, that slimy whoreson he is! He's got quite a few of the crew turned against ye, and whispers his words to Plugg, poisoning him against all of ye." As you approach the ghost, it looks at your mark and thrashes around, apparently frightened by it. "Oh, that sounds interesting! Are ye some kind o' writer in addition to bein' a charmer? She smiles and chuckles after she speaks. Upon hearing your questions, she takes a moment to think, "Hmmm... I heard somebody say that they saw ye vanish last night: turned into golden sand and then POOF, gone! But that's crazy talk, eh?"
Everyone ignore the recruitment thread I accidentally clicked to add. Stupid phone Internet! :/ On the other hand, if anyone is interested in a Pathfinderized Modern Arcana, feel free to look at it!
Will post tomorrow everyone. Sorry I haven't posted in 2 days. Haven't really been able to do much beyond going through discussions and recruitments because I've been fretting over a medical concern. I'm over it now, emotionally at least, so expect a post within about 24 hours, possibly several! Scott, I'll send you the info tomorrow. Sound good?
You feel a faint ripple in the water behind you and little splashing footsteps. "He's here, big sis, I can feel him. Look." You can feel your little sister point up at the ceiling. If you look...:
You see the mangled, ectoplasmic form of Magpie floating near the ceiling, his body bearing grisly gouges and slashes. He regards you with one eye, bearing a puncture in it, while his other eyes hangs from its socket, leaking a foul pus. He opens his mouth to speak, his jaw dropping lower than it should from where some of the muscle was torn away, a raspy, hollow voice coming from his bloody, gouged throat, "Somehow... I expected it would be ye, girl." He slowly floats down, limbs snapping back from distended angles and torn ectoplasmic flesh flopping grotesquely. "Come closer, lass... come closer." Magpie's apparition rasps to you, beckoning you with his right hand, which is missing two fingers, bloody nubs still attached to his hand.
You head down the ladder into the bilge, your feet splashing in the smelly water. Glancing around, you do not spot any sort of apparition. The bilge does seem unnaturally cold though, given how stuffy the air has been tonight. Perhaps it warrants further investigation? You move towards the rotting phantasm, prominently displaying your mark to the creature. It's wasted features contort oddly, almost as if it were in some sort of pain.
Iggy, Perception Check DC15:
As the creature moves, its limbs seem to have ethereal shackles with chains stretching to the chains around the skeleton's limbs. It looks as though it's held by a ghostly copy of the bonds, in death, that led to it's demise in life. Jack's mouth turns into a faint smile and closes his eyes wistfully, "That must be a wonderful place, sir, a wonderful place indeed. Do you ever dream of going back?" As you continue writing in your journal, you smell a faint perfume behind you. "Whatcha writing there, lad?" You hear Sandara beam out from behind you.
Just thought I'd drop this video here. DON'T WATCH IF YOU HAVE ARE NEAR SMALL CHILDREN, PEOPLE OFFENDED BY CRUDITY, OR IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY CRUDE HUMOR! Not too crude, but here it is... Riddleport Vs. The Shackles, Personified
Jesal looks at Iggy after he too quits thrashing in pain. Seems normal except... his eyes. His irises glow a strange, vivid shade of purple. As you look around, you spot something in the water near the chest that was found earlier in the day. You see a rotting spectre overlaid over the bones lying in the silt, its form so hideous you cannot even tell what gender it is or what race it belonged to. It stares at you intensely, though whether it be friend or foe is unknown.
As the silvery fluid touches Jesal his body convulses in pain and his mouth opens up in pain, releasing a gout of bubbles. He thrashes around and, oddly, a set of three slashes appear on the sides of his throat and the salty water around the cuts turns a deep crimson with blood. Suddenly, the blood stops flowing out of his throat and his body stops thrashing. He looks around momentarily, the slashes on his throat moving with the rise and fall of his chest... he's grown gills! He looks at Mr. Hank, confused at what just happened and as he blinks, a strange membrane can be seen closing over his eyes. As the strange silver fluid touches you, a strange tingling sensation begins to spread throughout your body. Your vision begins to blur and searing pain courses through you, feeling as if you were placed in a vat of boiling oil. Your eyes, especially, feel as if they are on fire. Your vision shifts though strange colors, nauseating you with their intensity, until a certain color washes over your vision. The blurring gradually gives way and your vision returns as the color begins to fade. The agonizing pain and tingling feelings cease and you look around... You hear whispers amongst the crew as you walk around. Three conversations seem to stand out the most. 1. "You 'ear 'bout dat new sawbones? Sod fixed Syl up real good, scared all dat craziness out o' her. Came out yesterday, shakin' and cryin' like sum lil orphan in da rain. Ol' Ogruk's ugly arse tried to cheer her up wit sum tawdry jokes, but she took him serious-like and led him belowdecks! Ne'er thought she'd let dat green lump walk between'er swingdoor, so she musta been scared s+&#less by dat sawbones. Odd thing is, she ain't even really got no scratch on her! Weirdest thing oi've ever saw, and I put down the Pesh strips years ago!" 2. "That damn Malenti's out and about again! I tried being all friendly, asking the bugger where he went, but all he said was 'Elsewhere,'. What in the gods' name does he DO when he goes through those portals and where did he get that sword? I've half a mind to swipe it from that fish-boy while he sleeps, if you call that cross-legged, sitting-up-against-a-wall s+~@ sleeping. Think you'd be up for it or are you a yellow jellyfish?" 3. "I'm not going back into the bilge, boyo, it's haunted! No, I'm not crazy! I went down there to clean out some rats and I saw Magpie floating there, all torn up like a mangled piece of shark bait. He stared at me with his one eye and motioned with what was left of his hand. He said he had a warning for one of those newcomers... no, I'm not going to tell you!"
Scrimshaw, or possibly Jack now, hangs his head low, speaking in an oddly calm voice filled with some deep sorrow, "Yes, a cruel dream, nothing more... life's greatest illusion. We know this, we know it all to well. Tell us Janus, how do you know it? Shattered dreams of your own? Or have you picked up enough shards from others that it sliced you to your core, cut away the illusions?"
Drat! Just seen my post was eaten! Well, the good news is that it wasn't because people lost interest! Will post later. I feel somewhat dumb I didn't figure it out yesterday. :/
Just got back not too long ago. About to eat an apple, take a shower, and begin posting.
I hate to hear anyone goes through that sort of thing, Iggy. Glad to know you're getting better and rejoining us!
Sounds good. We shall await the return of Ignatius! I will post a bit later, because I have a haircut coming up soon. I would definitely like the haircut, because I look like Shaggy from Scooby Doo! :/
It's not a REAL Antedivuvian Thinking Cap unless it also has more eyes and mouths than a, much more terrifying mind you, sea of Justin Bieber fans! *SHUDDER*
Fat is actually decent, because it takes a while to break down, so fried foods are pretty good actually. The sugar messes the donuts up. So, about Iggy? I vote we move on and check to see if he shows up!
Oh, I know sugar brings it back up! You need to eat something afterwards or it crashes back fast. I was mostly asking about the psychological/neurological aspects of it. Thanks for the suggestion though!
And Janus, I have a question: does constant low blood sugar cause any lasting damage? I ask because I've been having the symptoms of it for about two months and have just, about two weeks ago, figured out what it was and started treating it, stabilizing. I just figured, as a fully-trained psychologist, you would know if the mental effects or neurological effects may linger. They don't seem to, but I'm curious. Also, anyone want my cellphone number so I can send you updates if something ever comes up again? It shouldn't, because I've put college and work on hold until I figure out the cause of my hypoglycemia, so I'll have almost all day to post!
Yes, everything is ok now! Glad someone posted, I was getting worried it was just 3 people! So, how does everyone want to proceed? Wait on Iggy or march on and hope he shows up? I don't want this campaign to fall apart, because we're ALMOST done with the meet-n-greet! |