Kicks 3 in the shin and rolls over...
Wakes up in the water with a headache.
How did I get here?
Crawls back onto the ship
Hey look! Alchohol! :D
Hmm... this barrel full of rum tastes vaguely of Bulmahnaut sweat... ehh.. I've had worse.
I think 3 is on to something. We need an epic quest... one that will give us great stories to tell to strangers in bars!
I am going to place a suggestion box up in the crows nest. If you want to put an idea in, you are going to have to work for it!
Sounds like a great idea, Lord Captain.
Ideas submitted so far:
1. Go to the isle of Lemnos...on the nearby isle of Lesbos they have a finishing school for unmarried young women (va-va-va-va-voom!) that trains them in, among other things, poetry and the art of love.
2. Go to Spain where the bulls chase the people. (The logic here would seem to indicate that minotaurs would go at the back of the back, so that we chase everyone!)
3. Go on a quest for the endless barrel of rum. (Seems like we would start our inquiries here in Bermuda. In addition to the world's best rum, they had a famous wizard who lived here once, I think he was named Prospero.)
Hmm...consulting his Ori Harpagmos' Guide to Mythic Quests in the Hellenic World.
My Lord Jason, doesn't your step-father also live on the isle of Lemnos?
Ugh!
Hey, 8, let's stuff 20 in one of these empty barrels and let Lord Jason discover him. Would serve 20 right.
<Lures #20 with promises of alcohol, knocks him out (with an empty barrel, of course) and stuffs him in the barrel>
Done and done.
Sounds like a great idea, Lord Captain.
Ideas submitted so far:
1. Go to the isle of Lemnos...on the nearby isle of Lesbos they have a finishing school for unmarried young women (va-va-va-va-voom!) that trains them in, among other things, poetry and the art of love.
2. Go to Spain where the bulls chase the people. (The logic here would seem to indicate that minotaurs would go at the back of the back, so that we chase everyone!)
3. Go on a quest for the endless barrel of rum. (Seems like we would start our inquiries here in Bermuda. In addition to the world's best rum, they had a famous wizard who lived here once, I think he was named Prospero.)Hmm...consulting his Ori Harpagmos' Guide to Mythic Quests in the Hellenic World.
My Lord Jason, doesn't your step-father also live on the isle of Lemnos?
Oooh, I don't know about Spain. I severely injured one of the tourists, and the Spaniards might try to hurt me if they seem there.
Ugh!
Hey, 8, let's stuff 20 in one of these empty barrels and let Lord Jason discover him. Would serve 20 right.
<Lures #20 with promises of alcohol, knocks him out (with an empty barrel, of course) and stuffs him in the barrel>
Done and done.
Sorry, I only fall for traps with full barrels.
My suggestion:
We sail to the island home of the infamous Sorcerers by the Sea and take part in some good, old-fashioned pillaging.
Sorcerers of the Sea? I thought they were Shamans of the Shore?
Whatever the name...oh...I LOVE the idea!
Like all good villains, they go by many names. Either way, they're in need of a good pillaging.
I'm going to use my daily power to slide some of them around the battlegrid.
What?
I've got a bag full of dire mosquitos and dire flies to unleash on them. The distractions should make it harder for them to cast spells
After that, they'll be the Mages of the Marsh.
Goes looking for his bag of holding, for spoils of minis and tiles.
Alright.. instead of sailing into the waters of certain sorcerers by the sea, lets try to find this everfull rum barrel.. that might actually quench my thirst...
Of course, we can always make a stop at the isle of Lemnos... to um... see the sights.
Aye-aye, Captain!
Pull away with a will, boys!
Where to first? Do we know how to find the whereabouts of this wizard Prospero to inquire after the magical barrel of rum? Or shall we first go to Lemnos and hope that Chiron or Ariadne may give us direction?
If anyone needs me, I'll be up in the crow's nest looking out for enemy ships.
From inside the crow's nest issues a mighty
Calls down to the deck
Lord Jason, I do believe I've found your supper.
Delicious... good thing its not a crow. I do not eat crow!
Hmm.. it should probably be plucked and cooked first...
Rawk?
Flutters down to the deck and begins running loose, causing hurly-burly among the Bulmahnauts and their rowing.
<Grabs the dodo by the neck>
*Snap*
<Arnold Schwarzenegger voice>
Extinction is for the birds.
Though its neck is broken, the Dodo's nervous system keeps it running around the deck, dragging 8 all about, bashing him hither and thither with surprising force. While the bird is now eerily silent, the ship is filled with the sounds of pandemonium that its death-throes are spreading.
Yeah, but you forget birdie - we're chaotic, we love pandemonium.
Though its neck is broken, the Dodo's nervous system keeps it running around the deck, dragging 8 all about, bashing him hither and thither with surprising force. While the bird is now eerily silent, the ship is filled with the sounds of pandemonium that its death-throes are spreading.
Sneaky Sahuagin unseals a scroll and silently casts cure light wounds on the Dodo. (Then dives to the safety of the underside of the boat.)
sniff
Something smells fishy....
I think we need to find the nearest ship of vikings and burn it to the waterline.
On this I can most certainly agree.. all Vikings must die. We will drown them in their own blood. We will hang them by their guts and take turns goring them. And when they are dead, we will build a raft from their corpses and set one survivor on it, to ply the seas and warn the others of our wrath...
I hungry... lets get a taco.
I had almost wearied of rowing, but now I am afire with a thirst for viking blood!
How should we choose this viking, O dread captain? Shall we choose the oldest of the vikings for this ignominy?
And can mine be a burrito instead?
With very hot sauce and extra cilantro.
Not to question the wisdom of Jason or anything, but isn't viking a verb and not a noun? Unless we are going after the football team...
Mmmm....tacos.
*GROINK* ?
<Grabs pig, but it slips out of the Bulmahnaut's grasp>
What gives? This pig is greased.
Two words - Grease Fire.
Let's torch the little piggy and dine on roast pork.
Hmm...roast pig for breakfast. That's good, we're all out of fried dodo.
How do we find these vikingers? I heard that they killed bovines just so that they could take their horns and affix them to their helmets in a vain attempt to look as awesome as us.
Climbs back to the crow's nest to keep lookout for Vikings.
Can you keep this ship still? I'm trying to do my makeup.
Whew!
Rowin's thirsty work, Dom.
Ahoy! Viking ship off the port bow! It looks like they're running Lord Jason!
<Pulls out chain gun>
I bought this in Alkenstar.
What?