I don't think it's going to work out. I'm sorry for the part I played in the game falling apart. I hope that as this door closes, you will find opportunity for a better door to open. I wish you the best of luck, and a fond farewell.
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I'm here, trying to move through this as quick as I can.
Paddy is the first to stumble aboard. "Ahoy dere. So ye must be de Cap'n Wide Olga. Me name's Paddy, and ye've godda Orc I want te ask a few questions bout 'is last ship. Shudn't take long, y'know."
Paddy hollers "Me name's Paddy, and ye best remember it! Me an me crew 'eard an Orc jumped ship 'ere, an we got questions bout 'is old ship. I'm offerin joinin yer cause, but if yer too 'igh an mighty te look upon us, ye'll sure regret it. Mark me words."
Paddy is told where the Beckoning Neried is docked, and leads the party to the far end of the Northern dock. To the ship, he cries
"Midunno, but 'ow many orcs can dere be?" Paddy answers. He's slowly starting to sober... slowly.
"Nono, wide Olga ain't de Orc. De Orc used te be on Knife-Ear's ship, but jumped fer Olga." Paddy says. "I need ye's te 'elp me talk te de Orc."
"Well.. erm. Ye make a good point, lass." Paddy says as he stumbles in the direction of the Talon, but then he swirls back around. "But it'd not 'urt te take a looksee, eh? Don't need te stand on de ship te find an'Orc."
... realizes that the dwarf might not be thinking straight,...
Paddy staggers his way over to the Beckoning Nereid and starts looking around for an Orc.
Are there any mechanics around being drunk?
"Wide Olga!" Paddy exclaims, with his eyes nearly rolling into his skull. "Thanks b'y. Godsbye."
Once he's out the door, he realizes he forgot to ask where Wide Olga lives.
Paddy sneers as Aerin points out the man in question, and he says "Leave it t'me luv, I'll 'ave 'im singin in no time." Paddy staggers over to the man and looks him dead in the eye since he's sitting. "Oy bub. I's godda bone te pick wid Knife-Ears, an ye'll tell me all ye know bout 'im. Where'se now and where'se goin? Tell me afore I deck yer teef in an sell em te a doctor." He raises his fist menacingly.
"Heya, Aerin? I been tinkin, didju ask me te git oudda 'ere? Witchu righ?"
Paddy sways over to Aerin and places a hand on the back of her waist. "I likes busts! Aerin, lemme tell ye, busts are... well the tits me ducky. Bucket fer me."
Paddy grins and sets to work. By work, he means drink and party as much as he can, and get to know everyone in the bar. If that includes what he's looking for, great, but otherwise he's just going to have a good time.
"Miss Aerin, you's a lifesaver." Paddy replies. He steps into the bar, and would have given the old man a stink eye, but his eye patch is on the wrong side for that. To Aerin, he says "Do ye 'ave a plan, lass? Else I'm just gonna do me own thing."
"A gold piece to sit an eat? Are ye mad!? Does ye tink a sailor bes earnin a gold piece e'ery morn? I ain't payin a week o 'ard work just so ye's can sit on yer ass ol' man."
Paddy has already stumbled into Borrin's Better Beds and Buffet to satiate his hunger and talk with anyone he can clink a tankard with.
"Right good." Paddy says "I bes at de bar if ye be needin' me." And thus Paddy and Jerk head into town. He doesn't bring his armour, but does bring his weapons.
"'Ey, ow's bout we do a wee bit o scuttlebutt? See what dey're up to, what deir weakness is, if de hElf is even dere? Mayhaps we learn where dey're 'eadin'?"
We join their crew in disguise, and stab em in the back
Rules based. He can be used to deliver touch spells by certain people in the party (albeit at -2CL).
Having already spent most of his money, Paddy spends most of his time sniffing around for the captain with the sunken ship.
When his investigation doesn't work out, he heads straight to the one-eyed hag for the waitress, Kristen.
The hamster wasn't shot. It died of exhaustion and malnutrition :P
Let's hunt for treasure! Do we have a clue, or should we search for one?
Paddy takes his share of the treasure, and buys himself something he's wanted for years: A Neverspill Tankard. He fills the tankard with some of his favourite ale, Dwarven Fire.
"Thank ye, First Mate. Me n Aersten know a ting or ten, I reckon." He slaps his buddy on the back, proud of the accomplishment.
Te de Blue Boobie! "Well we best see what's in store first, eh?"
"Settin sail again? But I hasn't spent all me shilins yet." Paddy complains
After promising just to look around at prices, Paddy's eyes turn to golden coins at the sound of a thousand gold pieces. Without even consulting Aersten, he reaches out and says "Ye got yerself a deal b'y!" Somewhere, Murillo discovers that the baby bullette is missing.
Unless someone tells Paddy to stop, he takes up selling the rest of the plunder, hopefully with Aersten's assistance. He's quite aggressive with his negotiations, with his tactic to be as much of a nuisance as possible until people just do what he wants, so they can get rid of him.
Aersten grins a troublemaker's grin. "'Course, we screw this up, and instead of eatin' waffles, Waffles might well be eating us!" "Aye! An a lardy Boolay she'd be!" Paddy grins as he dashes to catch up to Mr. Long Legs
"I tells ye what. I'll play good pirate, an ye play bad pirate, an we sees what fish swim by."
Paddy replies "Last time, it be de First Mate dat did the sellings, but I reckon we could do it. Ye any good barterin b'y?"
"Crow, me ducky, tell me about yerself. Who knit ye?"
"Paddy, hear me out. After we get old Waffles squared away, start a betting tournament for an eating contest with the meat?" "Don't waste yer time, b'y. I'd beat ye twice ova. Hahar!" Paddy laughs. During the conversation of the heading, Paddy agrees that Quent is probably the best bet. He'll send a farewell to the merchants by using a Gust of Wind to get the ship moving.
@Paddy: You mean it isn't?
Paddy believes that urea and piss are exactly the same thing
Paddy smiles gleefully. "I's a bold person, laddy." "T'was thinkin' more of a poison or drug, I was." Paddy answers
Paddy looks over his shoulder to reply to Aersten as he keeps walking. "Y'ever 'eard of a pancake? Its like dat, but bedder."
"Yis b'y. Waffles."
"'ey, dat ain't bad me b'y. C'mon, let's get 'er done." Paddy replies, quite impressed with the viking's clever idea. Upon reaching the Captain, Paddy says
Paddy tries to get Aersten's attention.
"We gots te figure hout 'ow te keep 'em sleepin fer a few days. I ain't got much fer ideas, but may'aps ye do?"
Kids here haven't had a snowday since the 1990s. I remember building snowmen and an igloo with my father and sister. Good times.
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