Next tide's at Five AM on the 'morrow. That's when both ships will sail off I recon. This is bound to be a cut-throat contest between Capt Harrigan and Lady O'Malley. I've you got an idea or two to make the Wormwood faster I doubt he'd be objectin' Sandara pounds another 4 oz of rum. I'm thinkin' maybe i'll be off to bed, boys. She glances around at the brothle girls working the room. I'll leave you all, my new fiends, with a gift though. With a wink she tosses a bag full of silver pieces on the floor and hollars at the wormiest brothle girls in the place. Girls, get your filthy fannies over here! Tomorrow we set sail! I want my friends here to remember their last night on land...show them a good time! Some of these Formidably Maids drop down squeeling trying to scoop up the money. Others wade on over through the pirate flesh crowd and plop themselves down on the laps of Bucket, Jim, Kav, Calin.
Jim, I'm glad you are here in the game but we all know eachother and have been gaming for a while. Can we tone it down just a tiny bit? This last post greatly confused me. Well written, I just don't understand. Also, I need Sandara for the adventure so you can't have her... Sandara leans into Jim. He feels her breath on the side of his face. Intoxicating. Then Jim feels a pressure on his upper thigh. Looking down he sees Sandara has the business end of a ballista flintlock in a very sensitive place. Thanks for fending for me a few minutes ago, but let's just stay in the friends zone, 'k? Sandara is no slouch, a worthy pirate. There are plenty of port whores in the Formiably Maid tonight for the 'hungry.'
@ Jim. Why yes, kind sir she says fanning her self. If she got groped by Kaz:
At least I was until this handy dandy grasped my asp in the grass. But she gives Kaz a playful wink. damn ships whores. then whether or not groped: There is no doubt with such stunninly attractive manyly men as yourselves on this voyage we are the best bunch! Far better than this O'malley motly crew.
Your crewmate being held by toothless pirate #2 continues to struggle against his firm grasp on her waiste. Unhand me brute! You two there she says pleading with Horatio and Calin our two sailers who have not checked in yet, bwahaha! help me, get this foul faced beast off me! Toothless pirate #2 simply laughs at her struggles.
Yeah, he's a basket case. You are in charge! If'n ya want to keep talking to this dork, then don't kill him...but if I know thumparr, Tsuto's about 2 seconds away from a pumpkin-smashed head! haha Meaning? What meaning do you think life has? One generation goes and another cometh, but the earth abideth forever! Put your finger in a glass of water, then pull it out again...witness how quickly the water fills in that spot where your finger was! This is how fast you and all your deeds will be forgotten! Do you remember who your own great-great grandfather was? Or what he accomplished? Even if you find his name in the ancient libraries of Thassilon and the chronicles of his deeds, is he any less dead now? Nay. Join the dark side with me. I shall take you to meet my mistress Nualia! With that long winded speech, Tsuto attempts 'flurry of blows' on Maltheus
Ouch! The Paladin takes 7 damage! That'll learn ya!
I know you think you do good in this world, Paladin, but who has done more good, you or I? If not for Lamashtu and her Monsters how could there be any good, any heroic deeds in this world? Indeed, what we are doing, what we are becoming, is the highest good! The roots of the tree of good! You cannot deny that we of Lamashtu bring out the best in this world...Were it not for us there would be nothing to fight, nothing to fight for, no obstacle to overcome, no mountain to ascend. Fool. Open your eyes! I wonder if Tsuto is a democrat or a republican, HAHAHAHA!
Tsuto after surprise round: HP(11/31) init: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13. It's safe to assume you guys will average better than that so you get another round. Tsuto releases his sister's neck (free action). You can see he is not at all confident about this fight. And Boo is pretty sure he's out of teleport scrolls. Even if you kill me it is too late. My lover Nualia will soon ascend to true demonhood, and she will petition her new goddess to raise me from the dead!
1d100 ⇒ 95 Concentration Check
The remaining goblins, thus abandoned by their master, throw down their arms and begin to beg for their lives: Please master longshanks, don't kill us. We promises no more trouble, we promises!
-------------------round 3 bad guys---------------------
Goblins at S & T continue to fling glass
Goblin @ M swings his dogslicer at Maltheus
Tsuto begins rummaging around in his shirt. He mumbles to himself where did I put that Teleport scroll? Are you guys going to let him get away again??? |