I need me nets; pole; line; hook; bait anna fisherman ta boot
Whoosi asks for help and tries his hand at fishing hoping his sailor skill will help
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Whoosi is wondering why the fishes glow and considering applications if he can learn the secret of their phosflourence and if he can reproduce it so comments can be heard as he watches the fish. Distill em
Alchemy
Whoosi looks for fishes
Wot; a vault with no lock? No veil on a goddess, Finders Keepers agent, follow glowing fish? Wot? I heard worse idears
Whoosi is broken out of his stupor of his lost dream of having sex with an elven woman captive sex slave on the back of the luscious figurehead; sigh, by the commotion of the goblin babies. He laughs; he chortles; and enjoys their antics. As the babies get thrown overboard; he shouts out for each ones dive?
minty breath hehe
Dancing over Zombies
Acrobatics
can we get a bonus to take extra time?
Whosi puts the orb to his ear to listen, then after checking the door; on a hot idea hold the orb out and ... in a mock stage voice All youse Zombie sit down! [/ooc] hehe Whoosi figures what good are zombie slaves if you can't control them. [/ooc]
Garl you wimp, dis is great Whoosi, being a pyromaniac; is quite drawn to the orb
OOOH WEEE! Whatwaszat? Great Balls o Fire; I wants some more Whoosi checks the desk some more and talks to his pet rat. did yas seeze that Garl; whata gem; go sniff over and sees if you kin find me shiney red I threw
Whosi looks for something to throw; a paperweight a cannonball... throw
Whosi throws something laying about that looks viscious intending ta make a dent.
I wish we had a net whosi looks about left and right for something to throw at this captain.
init
Capt Soggy Bones; stop this fightin fer a soggy grave; join us an I interduce ya too a figure of girl yea'll not soon fergit; weez pirates after treasure the likes which yea would grow back flesh on yer bones fer; yea know these waters does yea? ..... whoosi tries this as he is not much for direct confrontation....
no preference
Aight, but den weez commin back ta gits as much as we can so donna let no buggers chase us back Whoosi looks at all the iron wistfully.
we be neezen dat iron; lets gits it
Is anyone apparent on the ship?
what's an hour Whoosi looks around with big eyeballs, I gots no measuring stick fer it
Finger on his chin; Whosi thinks out it seriously; tapping his food weeze need ta sqeeze his 'ead I say if not his eyeballs; weeze not wantin ta contaminate it with 'is slobber.
tears of a dead man, what does that even means; sounds like clam baked claqtrap ta me, does ya kill em and squeeze dey eyes in a press?
I wantsta handle me my elf woman hehe, but gold will do for now or tools, or food or maps or supplies or weapons or gems or ..... whosi runs out of fingers to count on...
stars...sailed between em; you mean dem little points of light; dey so small dis ship must get really little; doesnt sound like dey gots much treasure
I want my elf maiden back! Damn that stumpy runt who took er from me!
nervously; Whosi creaps inteh shadows
a tender morsel indeed fit fur a king
whoosi claps both hands over his mouth trying to hold back replies; face turns red, Garl comes over and crawls up his leg and back to his pouch at which Whoosi llets his breath out and grips his weapons.
can ya reads dis? passes the disk, puts the coins in a bag and keeps searching disable device
hides behind the desk when slurply monster approaches
Whoosi check the desk for traps; then takes out all the drawers and examines them empying contents and flipping them over; then sticks head in desk holes; and checks for hidden places (maybe woodworking skill might boost)
Whoosi follows along poking through the stuff looking for stuff; lets Garl out for a look see and watches his behavior ya see er smell any goodies Garl?
Whoosie chortles "Kin ye eye magin the lips it would take ta blow Dat?" trying to not appear intimidated by the monstrous shell of Doom hehehee
Ah; Fair booty ta be had me boyz; <stomps on Crangs toe> the Ship Der and thier booty, neva mind the fish girl. A fair week of plunder probaby not enough; ooh fortune and luck thank the Maiden figure on our Prow, ifn only I had me Elf Wench... so how weez gonna do this?
Wheres to Boyz? the bottom here is likely ta have one er two ships gone down wit treasure
Iza looking fer da thingy ta makes us do under so kin plunder da bottom
da ya think it be our beautamous figure on the front doing the divin; or some button somewheres? Whosi looks for a control board or button er stick
yezz to Seas; den under; den about n stab up in the back o der jublies
ok, weez gatsta get nails, sailcloth, rope, coal and timber ifn dey gots it and weez ecan gets it
Ah, lookie der; dey wanna fight, but me no fighter; lezzus leab, okiedokie?
wee needs us a bigun wagon den looks around to spot a wagon
listen up gobs; we still needum supplies; wood and iron ta fix up da ship. Anyone see a lumberyard or smithy? ooh; nice stick chucker; cloak; yes, ah da smell of lust still on it; I wasts dat girly back! [b]
[b] a big flying what is over the ship? Whosi stops.
Whossi attempts to get out of the fog and clear his vision staying low and stealthy as possible <whispers> doing good so far Garl Whoosi blinks his eyes and tries to see, if he can; will move to capture the elf girl if the halfling isn't available for some payback.
Perception
ack, spots of fire in me orbs, Garl, me faithful sqeeker; yeas gotta lead Whosi pulls out his pet rat Garl and hold him in front of him with his off hand to be his eyes, holding his smasher ready. Feeling the cold mist, as if from the ocean, Whoosi is confused, so he tries to remember the setup of the place and move to hide under a table or something hoping his eyes will clear. He sniffs and listens for clues.
will save
Ooowie oowie; dat bastage......
ooooh; fireworks!
[ooc]oh great hairy demon balls, Whoosi thinks as he realizes he is fighitng three people now, he ducks the shining mans attack only to get smacked really hard by the halfling Ouch [/b] Oh Garl, we aights 'eros, weez gotsta splits [ooc] whosi tries a sneaky acrobatic move 5' step to get a sneaky drop on the halfling (hoping for a bonus cause I aint much of a fighter). acrobatics
attack
Whoosie sidesteps the attack from the halfling (AC:15) and yells at him in rage; spittle flying from his mouth THIS IS MY ELFWOMAN! go get your own you fungus-brained, misbegotten son of a deformed gobsnatch!
attack the halfling
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