"Come back here, coward!!! I'm not done telling you how it is yet!!! etc etc etc..."
Beldan flips her the bird without turning around and keeps walking.
Now, she's obviously swearing in some unknown language.
Heh heh.
Now Beldan does turn around and blows her a kiss before walking off.
She murmurs something:
listen dc 15:
I think she likes me, thinks Deaf and Blind as he walks away to talk to the others.
"The humans' green overlords, eh? Nonsense. I wonder what she is, though. Maybe some kind of snake-man?"
"The humans' green overlords, eh? Nonsense. I wonder what she is, though. Maybe some kind of snake-man?"
"Woman," Beldan corrects. "You can tell because of the ..." he makes curvy sort of gestures in the air with his hands. Always wondered about wizards, he thinks.
Elgan listens to Beldan's report on how the interview went. He shakes his head, then shrugs.
"Wa'll, Dat's not 'zact'ly how ah'd have handled it." He says into a silent spot of the conversation. "But den, ah don' know 'bout ya'all city-folk and yer soc-i-it-al nic-i-tyes. So mebbe ah wooden know 'bout da bestest way ta git a gurl frum a for-en land wit' delusions o' racial superiority ta open up."
He looks thoughtful. "Still, if'n ya don't think it gonna make it any wurse, ah could try. Ah have a powerful hankerin' ta hear 'bout whar she comes frum."
Beldan shrugs. “She’s kind of a psycho. Give it a try if you like though. She seems to have something against humans can’t imagine why, maybe she’s not so funny when it comes to elves. I think it’s a lost cause though – she wants to kill herself and I don’t think anything’s going to change her mind.”
Stig passes out in the boat and sleeps off the booze.
Tenser stands in the bow and sniffs the sea air.
Gittik returns from the gentleman's outfitter wearing his new duds - a dark green, crushed velvet jacket, a white frilly shirt, mauve hose, black shoes with brass buckles, and a resplendent cod piece in scarlet silk and ivory.
He knocks on the door again.
Gittik is met at the door by a tall, skinny old man in fine black garb.
"Aaaah, Master Gittik I presume. May I take your....accoutrements?"
He leads Gittik to a small dining room for two.
Silver toureens, and crystal decantersand wine glasses, and whatnot.
A row of little silver pitchforks next to a plate with a picture of a rabbit on it and some flowers.
"Will you be seated, sir? Lady Jane shall be with you shortly.
Care for some wine?"
Jane comes down in 15 minutes; stunning in a black gown with constellations of rubies. She wears a scarf with a moon brooch, and a hairpiece with more stars.
"Good evening, Squire Gittik," she pronounces.
The boat makes it to the manse, without Gittik...
Tom Stoutly pulls it ashore in the seacave, a tall redhaired fighting man. Will waits until that's done, and nimbly jumps to the beach.
"You're such a twonk," says Tom.
"AHOY, THERE!!!" Tom bellows to any and all present.
Stiggy stirs, regains consciousness, finds he's draped over the side of the boat.
A sturdy Hepmonish rope is tied to his leg, in the event of an untoward unshipping.
"Arright, I'm Tom Stoutly, this is Will. He don't talk much; I think he's daft.
I'm an excise man. I'm here to take the smuggled goods, and pass you all out 1,000 gold worth of equipment. We can also coin you on battlegain goods.
We'll take the spoils back, and bring you what you need if that's what you want."
"Ah, hello there, fellas. Welcome back, guys. We have, lessee..."
"Where the hell is Gittik?"
Elgan, who had been prowling around the mansion and cave while trying to think how best to approach the prisoners to achieve their cooperation, is the first to spot the approaching boat.
Seeing that Stiggy is only drunk, and the Half-orc is unbound, Elgan greets the newcomers with a bow of his head.
" Ah'm Elgan. Dah udders are upstai's. Ah'm shure dey will be happy ta meetcha."
HE sidles closer to the ranger as they head upstairs. "Did ah heah righ'? Dey is payin' us fer reclaimin' da house frum dah smugglers? Is dat normal fer dese folk? Seems ta me a feller could have a good lafe, gettin' paid fer scrappin' wit da bad guys. If one was tah be da sort ta worry 'bout money an all,..."
[ooc]EDIT-I WAS first! (D@mn cross-posts!) ;P
Gittik is met at the door by a tall, skinny old man in fine black garb.
"Aaaah, Master Gittik I presume. May I take your....accoutrements?"
He leads Gittik to a small dining room for two.
Silver toureens, and crystal decantersand wine glasses, and whatnot.
A row of little silver pitchforks next to a plate with a picture of a rabbit on it and some flowers.
"Will you be seated, sir? Lady Jane shall be with you shortly.
Care for some wine?"Jane comes down in 15 minutes; stunning in a black gown with constellations of rubies. She wears a scarf with a moon brooch, and a hairpiece with more stars.
"Good evening, Squire Gittik," she pronounces.
<jaw drops, tongue flops into lap>
"Jane.... you so.... HORNY!"
Stirring: "Sorry lads, did Ah boke whahle Ah was oot? Ah hiner it didne burst anyain. Raht stinky I ken."
"Arright, I'm Tom Stoutly, this is Will. He don't talk much; I think he's daft.
I'm an excise man. I'm here to take the smuggled goods, and pass you all out 1,000 gold worth of equipment. We can also coin you on battlegain goods.
We'll take the spoils back, and bring you what you need if that's what you want."
"Wooldnae hurt fur ye tae lae puckle barrels ay 'at rum behin', woods it Tam? Ahm hurtin' tharsty."
Tom looks at you all serious, cept for the twinkle in his eye:
"what barrels? I thought they were picked up by whoever they were moving them for."
"Aye glad tae be ay service tae saltmarsh."
"Save some for me. Will's a tea totaler. He's no squealer, tho'.
He doesn't really talk ever, actually. If anybody rats us out, it won't be him." Says Tom.
Stiggy's pants are soaking wet. Probably a wave got him.
Again, everybody gets 1,000 g.p. a piece from Saltmarsh; anything you can afford you can buy. Any questions about valuation or identification of equipment, let me know.
I think that we could use some of this money from Saltmarsh to purchase a wand of Make Whole or Mending and maybe start to fix up the old house here a bit. Do you guys want to pool some resources to begin the repair work?
Harvak--the mwork dwarven waraxe runs 330 g.p.
Right on; so you have a mwork waraxe, and 670 g.p. from Saltmarsh's 1,000 g.p. each reward.
They still haven't split up the loot, just to let you know.
Stiggy's pants are soaking wet. Probably a wave got him.
Stig's gonna wash himself and sober up.
Make a wil save.
Just kidding.
“Hudak, Stiggy,” Beldan nods to the two warriors when he comes down to see what the commotion is about, “where’s Gittik? Oh, don’t tell me you guys let him see Jane on his own… we may need to mount a rescue mission … for one or the other of them. Greetings Tom and Will,” he adds after being introduced, taking an immediate liking to the two men, after confirming with Hudak that they seem to be on the level and the group isn’t in any sort of trouble with the law.
“Yep, we’ve got liquor, hard drugs … various other stuff. A couple of prisoners. The ashen fellow with the pointy ears is a downright rude and grumpy sod, but apparently he’s had a hard life why don’t you cry about it then, so Altai thinks we should put in a good word for him to the magistrate, if that’ll do any good. The green chicky is a psycho. She wants to kill herself, much as I’ve tried to talk her out of it … at any rate, if you want her to actually get to trial, I’d say you need to watch her like a hawk.
“Oh, and we’ve got the body of a paladin – no, we didn’t kill him! – to take back … well, probably our priest will want to come back with you to see to that, he’s off about the place praying or something I think.
“And loot! I’ve got these five potions we need identified, but I’m not sure, maybe our mages can take care of that. We’ve got psycho b@+$#es sword, looks like a nice piece. And a whole bunch of other armour and weapons and bits and bobs, I think Stiggy stashed most of it somewhere around the place, and Gittik took some teeth .. or something. Oh, and there’s the paladin’s gear, but some people seem to think we shouldn’t loot that…”
“Oh, and we need some food.”
"I'll take orders for equipment; bring it all back a few days with a big ship. We'll bring back a magicker to identify stuff if you need help; just need gold to defray the cost of pearls. We'll take the prisoners then; the two of us can't row and adequately watch those two.
We'll take the heroin and the bolts of cloth. Say...we chopped the rumkegs and spilt them in the sea. Or summer; just to make sure it doesn't hit market in Saltmarsh is all."
They school up the smack and the bolts of cloth; leaving the rum, except for one barrel they'll pull back with them.
They sit around talking for a while, anybody else has something to say.
Stig watches the barrel of rum being loaded. His left eye twitches a little.
Hudak...Harvak....meh ;)
Hey!!!
Stig watches the barrel of rum being loaded. His left eye twitches a little.
There's like a gazillion other barrels! Sheesh!!! ;)
When Stig's eye goes all DT's, Will looks at him; waves at Tom; points at Stiggy then his own eye.
"Shut the f!~~ up, Will!" Tom murmurs.
"Dick." (to Will, not Stiggy).
Hudak...Harvak....meh ;)
Ha! Oops...
Hudak...Harvak....meh ;)Ha! Oops...
I can't tell you how many times I've almost done the same thing.
Elgan also takes a liking to the two honest young men. He chats with the talkative one, helping them to bundle up the goods and load the small boat. (Taking a small sample of the leaf, claiming it's curative properties.) And asks about life in Saltmarsh.
When they mention the taking of orders from the town, Elgan look sheepish.
"Wa'all, I nevah thought much about buyin' nice things much. Still gettin' used ta da idear o' havin' coin! In da Dreadwood, we make purty much everyt'ing we needs. And makes do wi'out da rest. But Ah'm sure ah kin t'ink o' sumthin'!" He grins.
“I’ll come with you, if you’re sailing back to town,” says Beldan suddenly. “Someone has to go make sure Gittik hasn’t killed anyone yet. If someone else comes too there’s probably enough of us to keep an eye on the prisoners.”
Good reasons, but not the only ones. Although the young rogue likes the two sailors he doesn’t entirely trust them with all this stuff, anymore than he would trust himself alone with all this stuff. Not to mention there’s the matter of Pharsia … imagine, Gittik ‘getting jiggy’ before he does! Um, well, apart from all those other times of course. Yeees.
Gittik sits throughout dinner, entranced by Jane's beauty, paralysed with awe.
Yeah, that's cool.
Elgan also takes a liking to the two honest young men. He chats with the talkative one, helping them to bundle up the goods and load the small boat. (Taking a small sample of the leaf, claiming it's curative properties.) And asks about life in Saltmarsh.
He essentially is an excise man, Tom is, and unloads stuff from boats, or oversees that and all, and helps them count up an like, pay excise on this and that.
You can hardly get a word in edgewise on Tom; he talks a mile a minute.
Damn, Gittik. Food was always a rough affair, thrust a hunk of something in flame until it's blackened and gnaw the flesh from the bones. Bite open the bones for marrow. Repeat.
You don't know what half this stuff is. Marzipan? Paugh!
It all sure is tasty though. And....sugar!
If goblins had access to sugar, maybe they'd be less violent. Happier.
Or maybe more hyper, who knows?
The dinner is nice. If Gittik doesn't say much, she doesn't either, leaving Gittik's pride by keeping it simple; questions that can be answered merely by nodding, or shaking of the head.
Then she leads him into the parlor, where there's a desk, some ink and pens and paper.
"Now, Gittik; we've worked on the dress and the table manners, and we can work on the writing."
"Huh?"
<confused>