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"I'm fine by the way." Riza growls, pulling herself up the side of the boat.

Riza, almost all the way across the ship, extends her pike and swipes at Gortus.

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20
1d8 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

She nails him, right in the neck. He's bleeding profusely, and staggers under the crushing weight, but barely remains standing.

Currently at 0 HP.

Welp, none of you know what it is.

Riza: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

And neither does Riza.

"Well I'm just as stumped as you guys."

"Colin! You're alive!" Riza cries, hugging him (and eliciting a wince of pain from him).

"Careful, Riza, my ribs can't take much more." Colin groans, unused to his new body's weakened state.

"Okay..." Riza says, looking a bit puzzled about whether to feel okay with such a nonchalant acceptance of death, but taking Slick at his word for now.

"Oh! That's great! When?"

First Half Moon. It'll be almost a month before the next New Moon. But that's okay, because you have some sailing to do, and wouldn't realistically be able to craft the thing until you got to town anyway.

Riza looks at Slickjaw blankly.

"What."

"Wait, where's Colin?" Riza interjects, already expecting the answer.

Choo gais got some 'splainin' to do.

"If you can smuggle it into my locker where I can get at it, that'd be fine. I assume you know how to pick a simple lock."

"James and Colin are good men. I think they'd follow my lead. I have no love for that bastard Plugg and his toady."

Her face starts to grow cloudy and a low growl rumbles from he throat as Slickjaw mentions the Alchemist's Fire, and she pays little attention to the rest of his speech as she imagines throttling the little green man. Until...

...Also, I stole your pike thingy from the storeroom back on the Wormwood, so if you want that...

"Wait...you have my Pike? And you'd be willing to return it?" her eyes light up and they flicker back towards Plugg's cabin, a nasty grin spreading over her face.

"If you can get me my Pike back, all is forgiven, and then some, little man. No harm done from the fire anyway, though I think I have a concussion from where that b*!&! hit me with her sword."

Riza looks at Slickjaw in puzzlement.

"Why would I have heard of you before? What do you want?"

James and Colin nod to Cyrdic, but are still scrambling to get their things together.

Riza, on the other hand responds to Cyrdic, albeit warily.

"Thanks, I suppose. Wasn't enough with that beast on your side though." she says bitterly, gesturing towards Lucy.

"I don't particularly like you, Cyrdic. You contributed to teh fall of my ship. But..." she hesitates "Given the choice between you and that Plugg fellow...I'll take the one with basic human decency any day. I'm Riza Plunkett. Former Lieutenant on this fine vessel, the Man's Promise"