After what you'd said about your life situation over with the Freebooters, I'm not surprised. Good luck getting things shipshape, mate. Thanks for running!
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Tipene shrugs. "Good an idea as any."
The Tulita picks up his weapons, nods to the guards and the watch, and leads the way out of the casino. Quillin will probably be happy enough with his winnings. No closer to figuring out what happened or where the key came from, though.
Tipene shrugs. "Not going to leave my shipmates behind." He almost smiles. "Besides, why pass up a chance to fight when the guards won't come to break it up?"
Heh. It'd be hypocritical for me to complain, under the circumstances. I should be back with the Freebooters soon, though.
Long used to the bird's antics, Tipene doesn't react to Smudge's comment. "If yes, best we stay armed."
Satisfied, Tipene nods. And I am obviously a bodyguard for the gnome.
Tipene murmurs to the gnome, "What's our story? Best we all know it when they come asking."
Well behind us...it hasn't been a good year, at least in the US.
Tipene nods, then makes his way back to the entrance to leave off his war club. "Drink sounds good. Thank you."
The Tulita shakes his head as he bends to retrieve his tewhatewha from the floor.
Tipene shudders with exhaustion as he turns away from Ocean, then sets his club down in front of him.
The rage of the sea fills Tipene's arms. This time, the foe can't avoid his massive blow.
Tipene opens himself to the power of Ocean. He whirls his great war club around and smashes it to the floor with a mighty thud, going well wide of the snake that had gone after Lysindra.
The Tulita puts his head down and shoves his way through the crowd, throwing elbows as needed.
Tipene snarls at the guard, "I need to get to my mates! Let me pass!" Seeing that the guards are unmoved, he softens his tone. "You can search me on the way out."
I have a few, and I really need to meet with them now that I've finished writing their performance evaluations.
Post-Thanksgiving slowdown for me, along with that other thing. Besides, I think I'm reasonably up to date; waiting for something to happen now that Tipene is armed.
"Someone is using magic there, and I want a weapon in hand if they attack. I will wait here, if you are worried about weapons on the floor."
Growling, Tipene runs for the door (or wherever the party's weapons were checked).
The Tulita follows Quillin. "Lanteri's crew would blow on their dice for luck. I didn't see that it helped much."
Tipene leaves off his war club and harpoon, and follows the others in. He'll keep to Quillin's shadow and observe, though, looming over the gnome.
"Thanks. Ocean smile on you." The Tulita walks back down the dock.
Tipene glances back at Lysandra, no particular expression on his face, then turns to the speaker and nods.
Tipene nods to the man, then walks off in the direction of the named ship.
I know the feeling. My weekend was the good kind of crazy, though. I was at an SF con, and only had phone access. My daughter won Best in Show at the masquerade, though, and we're all pretty chuffed about that.
A privateer, with other Tulita. Good choice. Tipene listens with interest for the answer to the question.
Tipene is thinking in terms of likely ships we could run to if things go pear-shaped while we try to find out why the late gentleman entered, stage left, dying. After all, the key has to open something, and it might be treasure.
Tipene idly munches on his peppered fish and flatbread, looking around. "Let's see about finding a berth. Things go bad, we'll want to be able to leave quickly."
Tipene shakes his head wordlessly and heads for a food cart. "Five peppered fish."
Tipene looks around for a food cart. "Lunch? I'll buy."
At some point, the Tulita looks down at Quillin and pats the pouch holding the key. "This thing magic?"
Tagging Along: Unbidden, Tipene follows the gnomes. He keeps silent through the process, but watches for any sign of trouble.
"Thanks. Lead the way and I'll watch out behind."
"Better weapons and defensive magic. My tewhatewa was made by a fine craftsman, but there are better out there." Not that I expect to find one here. Tipene shakes his head.
Tipene cracks a slight smile as he shakes his head, then returns to his normal reserve. "Let's go."
Tipene grips the offered hand firmly. "Tipene. First we get out of here. I was wanting drink and quiet, not a fight."
Tipene shakes his head and looks around quickly before replying in a quiet voice. "Don't think so. Unless keys are poison." The Tulita straightens up. "He's running from someone. Quillin, we should leave now, before they come."
Tipene starts as the man stumbles against him, reaching reflexively for the carved war club at his side. As Tordek steps in to assist, the Tulita backs away and checks to see what the man had given him.
"Two beers." He glances down at Quillin. "Dark all right for you?" Tipene is a tall, muscular man with dark hair pulled back in a topknot, slightly darker than tanned skin, and facial tattoos. He nods at the woman. "Parrot's not going to sh1t on anyone he doesn't like. Yours the same?"
Tipene shakes his head and mutters something in his native tongue as the stench crawls up his nostrils and camps out in the back of his throat. "I take that back. How do these people stand it?" At least Ocean and Dolphin are close to this place.
The Tulita nods stoically. "Reminds me of the Razor. Smells better, though."
"Hey, Quillin. You ready for the new blood?"
Sure--resolve the current set-to as is (nothing odd about that coffin, nope nope), send us on to Freeport, and take it from there.
Bloody Bek's player has vanished from another PbP I'm in with him, though he may be prepping for a local con coming up in two weeks to the exclusion of all else.
Still here, at least until my work gets hairy.
Thanks for the update, mate. Glad you're back ashore.
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