It is a mild afternoon when the Red Spring sets off from a small trading port just outside of the Gnomish Empire.  Originally a colony, it was ceded to the Goblins at the end of the first war, taken back during the second, and shelled into near oblivion by both sides in the third in an act that can only be described as “tactical spite”.

     As the mission at hand, and even the presence of the Red Spring at this port was a secret of the upmost importance, everyone in the Fey Court was aware and most made an appearance.

     Serious Gnomish troopers in deep crimson of the Royal Guard lined the docks as the crew spent the day loading cargo.  When that was done, the passengers were ferried by rowboat to the exposed upper decks of the submarine.

     Fey, along with their entourages of Changeling and fairy-folk, made small talk and shared wine while both pretending not to care about the proceedings and also making every effort to learn more about them.  In particular, some are very interested in a large flat object wrapped in cloth and carried most gingerly by the Gnomish sailors.

     The captain, Olek Longthrow, an old grim but somehow spirited individual, stood atop the submarine’s tower and gazed into the overcast skies.  It was unclear if he was preparing for a speech or merely daring the clouds to rain upon his long beard, but as soon as everything was aboard, he clambered down into the sub without a word.

     “We will dive as soon as we’re off,” Olek growls to you when safely belowdecks.  “So don’t be left topside or you’ll drown.  The eels ‘round here are normally spawning this time O year, so if you’re lucky one might make a thrill of you before you die.”

     The submarine is a marvel of clattering pistons, wrought metal, grinding gears, blinking lights and endless rows of pipe, cable, rope, chain, pulley, towel and tube.  The air is stale, smokey and thick.

     Alveris and James, being “not of regulation size” as a passing crewman puts it, are forced to duck, dodge, bend and sometimes crawl to navigate the passageways and hatches.  Conrad is able to walk with only minimal dodging to avoid this sailor or that as they rush about shouting orders, pulling levers, checking dials, and doing god knows what else.

     With a wave of his glove, Olek indicates an isolated room (in section J on the map).

     “This here is where our Fair Folk Friends will bed down.”  The room is small but clean enough.  The bunks are too small for Fey but are otherwise comfortable.  The room also has toilet, washbasin and lockers.

     “I hope you lot will join us for dinner.  We have much to discuss.  Conrad, you’re to stick with me.  I’ve had them sling a hammock for you outside the door O my quarters.”

     Dinner is not for several hours, so you have your run of the ship until then (let me know what you want to do).

     Sections I and K are locked and none of you can enter them.
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In reply to GM (msg # 1):

James wanders off.

In reply to GM (msg # 2):

A fucking submarine.

For the Tantric Troubadour of the Tanglebush (T^3 for the ladies), the notion of being trapped in so many layers of metal under so many volumes of water without anyone to fuck or anywhere to go is altogether disconcerting and undesirable. For starters, he just got told he can only bring on board three of the four casks of ice wine he brought. Spoiler alert- Gnomish submarines on missions of interstate diplomacy do not take pride in their luxury accommodations.

(slipping out of voiceover, panning to a Green Silk robed Alveris Alderis, entering the sub with the rest of the Fey Court)

(Internally) Great. I'm trapped in a floating can of my own celibacy on a mysterious mission of mysterious importance. Alveris pauses to think- (Audibly) "Perhaps I should have brought a pleasure slave in place of, or SOAKING IN, one of the casks of wine. But you know, with room for her to breathe. Literally nothing spoils an ice wine like decomposhing flesh.

(Alveris draws raised eyebrows from the Fey Court and Gnomish crew helping to bring on his supplies) What, no takers?

(Voiceover)

As Alveris lamented his lack of foresight, he felt a hard bump on his shoulder as he was rammed face first into the side of the sub. As he furiously listened to Lord Oberon and Lady Titania's laughter as his face was smushed into varying shades of pissed off purple, Alveris needed no introduction to know who his assailant was. Fuck Puck.

Nice digs you got her Alvie (God, he hates that name). How many chores do you have to botch for them before you get your own little cute Gnome uniform as well? Maybe on this mission of diplomacy, you'll be able to catch more than a new 3 lettered STD and bring something of use  back to the court for once instead of your usual groin based itching and burning. Puck let's Alveris up from the wall; Alveris turns to defiantly face Puck and the rest of the Fey Royals.

ONE TIME! One time, you go to some place called Rio for something called Carnivale, and the next thing you know, ya, it's like peeing kerosene for a month. Fine. It happened. Stop living your life all about me Puck.

You know, the truly curious case is how you got RED if you weren't at Carnivale? My understanding is that it only transmits through physical contact with someone who is currently experiencing the symptoms. It's probably for the best I made sure you weren't at risk by personally inspecting your entire wine stock by sticking my..

ENOUGH

Lord Oberon chimed in, with the booming voice of a man who'd been alive 1000 years and was unaccustomed to being ignored or bored.

Gentlemen, and I use that term loosely, I could sit here all day and listen to you accuse one another of infection with STDs, but this is a mission of critical importance to the future and safety of our people. We are among the other races. Behave yourselves and give the others no cause to see we can be as childish as they. Much more so, in the case of some. Alveris, you know why you're here. Do what must be done, tell no one of your purposes, and, since I know you'll do it even if I tell you not to, try to have some fun with the crew along the way?

Puck simply shrugged and bounded out of the sub, off to sacrifice puppies to demons or whatever else it was that asshole did in his free time. Satisfied he'd gotten the best of Puck and knowing Oberon would indulge no more of his whimsy, Alveris sets off to find his quarters and bless them with an opening wine binge. Afterall, Alveris had dinner with the Captain tonight, and if he was going to learn anything at all, he'd assuredly have to be at least a little intoxicated.

Alveris goes in search of Deck J and whatever GM mandated fun comes his way.

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 3):

As Alveris and James wander the submarine, Conrad takes up his place outside the hatch to the Captain's Cabin.

The Red Spring shudders and rumbles as the engines come to life.  There is a brief period of turbulence until the ship descends beneath the waves, then all is still but for the hum of machinery.

Gnomes move about adjusting this knob or that, taking readings from one dial or another and kicking this or that bit of machinery to get it to work.

The quarters provided to the Fey guests are small and spartan but clean and comfortable enough.  There is one shared room for both to sleep in and another room which the Gnomes were forced to give over entirely to Alveris' collection of vintage wines.

The dining room is as-yet empty, but the large table is already set.

The Code Room, unsurprisingly, is locked.  Conrad gives evil eyes to anyone who looks too long at the hatch to the Captain's Cabin.
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In reply to GM (msg # 4):

These newcomers are funny, Conrad thought, arms folded across his chest as he dutifully stood watch before the Captain's quarters.

His mind wandered only slightly during his silent vigil, keeping tabs on anything the non-crewmembers might have with them that could constitute a weapon.  He also noted which of the nearby bulkheads would make for the most convenient place to smash an intruder.  He marked the perfect spot with a mental "X" before pausing to consider what vital machinery might lay beneath it -- and ultimately decided that such information was trivial compared to stopping a would-be mutineer.

His stomach rumbled.

Will the mess serve something new to celebrate our guests?, he wondered absently, before smiling and licking his lips.  Maybe someone brought Brandywine aboard.
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In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 5):

The Red Spring creaks and groans.

"That's just the pressure," one crewman comments.  "At this depth, it could smoosh your skull into your bowels in seconds!"

The vast windows on the front and sides of the submarine show nothing but blackness and intermittently a shadowy shape flicks by.

After some time has passed, a whistle sounds across the submarine and a tinny voice comes over crusty speakers.

"Dinner is being served in the Officer's Mess.  All guests are required to attend."

In reply to GM (msg # 6):

Conrad's eyes widen slightly at the unusual creaking sound.  The bucket of bolts had her fair share of "normal noises," but one of this magnitude was rare -- and probably meant they were diving deep.

He glance at the windows, bulkheads, and the steel spiderweb of pipes snaking through the ceiling to check for anything that might be amiss.

 [Boating Check: 6 (d4 raised!)]

Unsure as to whether he should report to the Officer's Mess as usual or remain vigilant
outside the Captain's quarters, Conrad decides to wait until Olek emerges.

Perhaps he will beckon me to follow, or order me to remain at my post, he thinks confidently.
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In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 7):

[The boat appears to be in working order, or at least nothing is going visibly wrong.  Such creaking is not uncommon.]

In reply to GM (msg # 8):

Olek clambers out of his quarters and locks the hatch behind him.  Olek claps Conrad on the back.

"Come lad, it's time to eat.  I'm curious if our guests will be fashionably late or if they've managed to get their curious noses trapped in the torpedo tubes."

Olek walks down the hall into the Officer's Dining Room.

In reply to Olek Longthrow (msg # 9):

Conrad follows at a respectful distance, though still close enough to thwart a would-be attacker.  He spares a final glance over his shoulder at the locked hatch behind him before turning the corner toward the mess hall.

In reply to Olek Longthrow (msg # 9):

Oh yes this guest will be very fashionably late.  Showing up about 20-25 minutes later interrupting any conversations that are occurring and putting my boots up on the table nonchalantly telling a nonsensical tale of a bear and a maiden faire.

In reply to James (msg # 11):

It was a sea of mind altering agony Alveris's mind had swum in these past few hours, but he knew just how he'd gotten there.

After the pissing match with Puck, Alveris sent a servant for a glass of wine and followed James to their quarters. He was curious about the other Fey as he'd never seen him at court before, or had he? So many people, and they all look alike, and if they haven't got tits, there's just no point in distinguishing between them, and even then, only on an as needed basis.

He'd meant to offer James a drink, and all at once it occurred to him.

His wine hadn't been brought to the cabin yet. What was he drinking? Who'd given it to him? Why was the cabin spinning? Did James have a tail? The floor rose to answer the questions in earnest.

Fuck Puck.

It was hard to tell how much time had passed, but the migraine was dissipating. He could only imagine what Puck had slipped him, but it was certainly a lovely parting gift. Rising from the floor was a strain, and his stomach grumbled in knowing protest of the lost time. Alveris quickly regained his composure, redressed himself in his fineries, and in less than 2 minutes, he headed for the door no worse for the wear. Hearing a harmony known only to him, Alveris strides confidently out the door, humming.

In moments, Alveris had located his other companions of note, entering the room with the arrogance of a man assuming you were waiting for him. His words soon confirmed the arrogance of his posture.

"My regrets on keeping you waiting gentlemen, but the service thus far has just been terrible. Shall we have a drink?"

The Officer's Mess is done in the similar spartan but comfortable style as the officer's quarters, but with a little more time and space taken to finery.

The table is an ancient slab of simple wood across several chunks of tree, but with a fine brass trim around it's sides including hand-hammered inlays depicting the story of the building of the Red Spring.

There are benches along the longer sides of the table, and a large wooden chair at each end.  Upon one sits Captain Olek Longthrow, hero of the Goblin Wars, and to his right, Conrad.

Four or five other Gnomes sit on the benches in a few small clusters, while those for whom time has come to play steward move about placing large platters of salted cod, small hard biscuits (like hardtack) and a pudding made from squash and potato.  In one corner stands a large barrel from which Gnomes are filling heavy lidded steins.  Beer;  black, thick and strong as only Gnomes make it.

The large wooden chair at the other head of the table, opposite Olek, has been left empty, normally for the guest of honor.
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In reply to GM (msg # 13):

For the first ten minutes after dinner is announced, Olek waits patiently.  Part of his mission is, after all, one of peace and good tidings between the Empire and the Fey Court.

For the next five minutes, Olek waits impatiently out of sheer stubbornness that he will not let some damned Fey catch him already eating.

The next five minutes, Olek glowers at each Gnome in the room in turn, daring one to eat first.  The Navigator finally takes the hint and takes a tiny nibble of bread.

"Aye! Olek slams one palm on the table.  "Why let the tall folk dictate when we get to eat, eh?  Let's have at it!"

Olek siezes a large hunk of cod and shoves it into his mouth.  He is just lifting his beer to his lips when a melodious voice wafts into the room.  Every Gnome stops and turns around.

Both James and Alveris are standing in the doorway.
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In reply to Olek Longthrow (msg # 14):

Sauntering over toward his seat, Alveris turns to James with a wry smile and retorts, "Be careful James, when it comes to a gnome and his food, getting your hands caught in between is as is dangerous as reaching into churning clockwork".

Alveris sits down and raises his cup in a motion so fluid that you would swear you were watching a man perform an exercised act (Agility 5).

"Wine please, we've much to discuss, and I intend to do none of it while lucid. (Turning toward Captain Olek) Captain, my sincerest appreciation for the seat at your table and food from your hearth. (Alveris Pauses, before breaking out in laughter) Imagine if I talked that way?"

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 15):

Conrad frowns at the rather theatrical antics of the newcomers, glancing at Olek to gauge his reaction.  Seeing him rather taken with a chunk of cod at the moment, he clears his throat and turns to address the loudest.

"This is the Captain's table in the Officer's Mess, not some Feyic watering hole," he begins, perhaps more gruffly than intended.  "There's plenty of drink to go around, but unless you've got one o' Orville's fancy new DecanterBots tucked away in your pajamas, you'll have to pour it yourself."

As if to demonstrate, Conrad grabs the nearest pitcher.  After refilling Olek's mug with thick Gnomish beer, he pours a generous quantity for himself.

"And, unless it's Brandywine, there's nothing worth drinkin' over a good, old-fashioned Gnomish stout," he grins slightly, eyeing the slender frame the non-Gnomish guests.  "That is, if you think you can handle it..."

He offers the pitcher to the guest on his left, who obligingly passes it down toward Alveris.
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In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 16):

Alveris reaches readily for the stein, a devious smile asserting itself over his lips all the while.

Conrad, was it? (Alveris takes the flagon and pours himself a pint with the deliberation of an experienced practicioner, and drinks heartily). Listen up Conrad, because I'm only going to say this once. I've forgotten more about drinking than a young buck like you has ever known. Seriously. That's not a boast. I get blackout drunk and forget a LOT of stuff.

It's actually, to be totally honest, become a somewhat dehabilitating condition for me. One minute you're on a mission of interspecies importance (usually sexual, his face somehow worldlessy expresses), the next, you're waking up next to a corpse in a town you don't know the name of. Why are you there? Did you kill the prostitue lying headless in your bed(it's safe to assume in these scenarios that she is a prostitute and you did order her. Skip to the important stuff)?

Where were we? Oh right. Me drinking and boasting about it. That's..ya. I think we're good.

So, Captain Olek, are all your crew this much fun to drink with, or is Connie out for a special occasion?

(Alveris refills his mug and begins again greedily consuming its contents)

Let's get down to business, shall we gentlemen? What's for dinner and when are we going to be saving the world or whatever else it is we're doing here?

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 17):

The dark brew goes down like burning pitch being rammed into a pipe with a greasy hammer.  It kicks in the gut then works it's way forcefully up the back of the neck and kicks in the head too.

The crew largely keep quiet and eat their cod, hardtack and fruit.  Those who have had less contact with the Fey keep at least one eye on Alveris and James at all times.

In reply to GM (msg # 18):

Olek watches Alveris drink and a grin settles on his stern lips.

"Well, if ye can drink like a sailor, there may be some hope.  Later, we'll see if you can puke like a sailor too."

Olek signals to the stewards to bring Alveris and James plates of food and more beer as needed.

"But aye, the mission, that's what we SHOULD be talking about eh?  We're far enough below the waves to keep prying ears off of us now."

Olek looks behind him as if expecting someone to sneak up on him.

"I don't know what that fancy-pants Court of yours told you, but from past experience I doubt it's worth much."

In reply to Olek Longthrow (msg # 19):

"Nothing and everything Captain. I'm impressed with your understanding of the Fey court and it's, shall we say, whimsy? It's a concept even my brothers and sisters at times struggle with."

(Alveris greedily cuts into his food, making no effort to restrain his apathy at its appearance and taste). "I suppose I was only lying to myself thinking we'd have fine dining and serving wenches on this trip, oh well-  a man can dream, can't he?"

"Let's get down to the meat of it Captain. There are things about this mission I know that you cannot and do not, and I assume the same is true for you. There's no cooperation like partial cooperation, am I right?

What information can we share? I understand we are after a human vessel, known to me to be of import to the Fey court for reasons beyond discussion. What brings a distinguished Captain and his sub to this joint mission? Of what you can tell me, why is Gnomish command interested in this particular ship?

While we Fey have been known to take a particular delight in toying with the silly humans and the vestiges of what they call modern society, such indulgences are typically above the reproach of the Gnomish High Command. Please Captain Olek, help me see the unseen, before this stout finishes the job and usurps your opportunity."

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 20):


Conrad begins to respond, but spares a glance at the captain first.

  Better hold off for now, he thinks.

He slices into a steaming hunk of cod and shoves it into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully while he waits for Olek's reaction.

In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 21):

Olek eyes Alveris warily.

"Aye, you've put it right there.  Certain there are many things about our mission I know that you do not, but rightly too is there much you could tell me."

Olek looks over his shoulder again, seemingly having heard a sound that surprised him, but it is only the clanking of a piston down the hallway.

"I'll level with you tall one, my superiors haven't been all that forward with me, but I'm smart enough to read between the lines.  There's something on that human ship, something dangerous.  So dangerous in fact that I've not been told what to do when we find it.  Like as not, and if I had my way, it'd be to sink her to the bottom of the ocean and let the fish deal with it."

Olek seems to have lost interest in his food, but he keeps his mug close for comfort.  Wiping his beard he continues, "You should know tall one that they've put something on my ship.  A relic older than the Fey Court, I don't wonder, a seeing mirror of some sort, so that those in power can keep tabs on us."

Fey may make a Knowledge: History or Knowledge: Lore roll if they choose.

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 20):

"No, no no…. I say 'he licked the honey from her hair!'  Then you come in with the refrain 'From her hair' got it?"

James was already on his third tankard of Gnomish stout and had only taken his feet off of the table to fetch a refill.  He only stopped singing to try to teach a bewildered looking gnome next to him the lyrics so he could have a proper chorus.

Whimsy?  More like complete and utter waste of time.  A load of bullshit from a court full of idiots, lickspittles and worse.  He acts like he doesn't like the court but I bet you give him half a chance and that ponce will run right back to them.

I was in the court once... it was terrible, father kept going on about alliances and activities of the other houses; I care for none of it.... except there was this one that was at least amusing.  He had a really weird name like duck... no thats not it but something like that.  He spent the whole time I was there tormenting this one poor sod.  The only good laugh I had in the entire time.

James continues trying to teach his new friend to properly do the refrain for the bear and the maiden faire.  He spares half an ear for the conversation between Alveris the ponce and the captain while maintaining a aloof expression acting like he was completely oblivious to their conversation... after all you never know when someone will say something important in the spewing torrent of BS that other fey seem to enjoy so.  At least this Olek Longthrow character may be a little interesting... if he ever says anything.

Edit: Text in orange made Italic, meant to be internal monologue
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In reply to James (msg # 23):

James?! Of course! Now I remember who you are. It'd been so long since I'd seen you anywhere of import that I'd forgotten who you were. What an unfortunate oversight on my part!

While I agree with your assessment of our court, and I'm loathe to admit the truth in your words, what is the prostitute without the pimp? Put another way, dear boy- some things are just facts of life, and you can rage against them like a salmon avoiding the upstream swim, or you can hop along with the rest for the orgy. Me? I'm decidedly pro orgy.

Captain, I was unaware of the relic, but I can say you've piqued my interest, though that doesn't take much. Without spoiling the surprise, I can say our ends would also be served by sinking the ship, but could our journey truly be so simple as to drown some humans? I so VERY much prefer throwing knives into them (Alveris makes a show of twirling his shadow knife and using it to stab a piece of cod before placing it in his mouth).

Connie, you've been awfully quiet. What's your take on all this?

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 24):

Conrad raises an eyebrow, surprised at being addressed.

What, was "Lieutenant Commander" too hard to pronounce? he thinks sourly.

"I won't pretend to know how conversations go in your Feyic courts, but here, we follow the rule of law."

He pauses to slide his plate toward the center of the table, freeing up the space needed to rest his elbows on the table in front of him.

"My take is the Captain's, as is right 'n proper.  If there's a ship Command wants sent to depths, there's little else that needs to be discussed."

Conrad frowns slightly in Alveris's direction, perhaps wondering how such a thing couldn't have been obvious from the start.

Picking up his stein once more, he turns to Olek and grins.  "More to the point: We've enough armaments aboard to sink a flimsy human vessel six times over, Cap'n.  What's the fuss?"
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In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 25):

Olek grins and claps on hand on Conrad's shoulder.

"Would that I had a son, ye would have been him lad, for you're a Gnome after my own heart."

Olek leans back in his chair, resting his stein on one thigh.

"But you had the right of it when you said we've orders and orders are to be followed.  Rash decisions and hasty plans are for the young and lucky or the dead.  When we find this ship we'll report back and wait to see what we're told, but don't think I won't have the torpedos loaded ahead of time."

"Now, as to the matter of the mirror..." Olek takes a long draw of beer.  "...as to the mirror, what I don't know about it could fill a Troll's empty head and what I don't like about it could fill the heads of every troll in the islands.  From what I know, the Court insisted it be onboard, wouldn't even allow the mission without it.  Not sure if that means your Oberon, a lackey or someone high up and it makes no matter.  My commander says it lets you speak with people far away, 'so that I can report back without delay' he said.  I had my boys load it on covered in a sheet and that's how it will stay for the time being."
This message was last edited by the player at 13:04, Fri 14 June 2013.

In reply to Olek Longthrow (msg # 26):
She kicked and wailed
The maid so fair
but he licked the honey
From her h....

James cuts off abruptly as the mirror is mentioned.  His mood changes from one of disinterest to sullen disappointment, but he recovers quickly

Please, if there is anything good and right in this world... don't let it be father at the other end of that mirror.


For the time being?  Why not indefinitely?  I don't see anything wrong with that… the court will receive their reports in due time.  Besides whenever they stick their nose in anything it always ends in ruins... or STD

James says, sparing a smirking glance at Alveris.

In reply to James (msg # 27):

Ancient relics, mysterious objectives- all just another day's adventure as I see it.

Captain, when do you anticipate we'll be intercepting this ship, and what plans do you have for us in the interim?

James had mentioned to me earlier just how much he'd like to see the engine room- with a broad frame such as his I'm sure you could find some work for him shoveling coal or some other menial task absolutely not an insult to a Fey (Persuasion 2). Myself? I'd humbly suggest you won't find a finer communication officer. I'm adept in almost all languages, and my resume of affability and quick decision making speaks for itslef (Persuasion 6).

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 28):

"It's good to have ways to get reports where they need to go quickly," Conrad says in a barely audible voice, half to himself.  He glances up as if suddenly reminded of his surroundings and clears his throat.

"Why would we need a clockwork mirror to communicate with High Command?"
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In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 29):

"I couldn't say.  One of those things above my rank, I suppose."

Olek nods at Alveris, "Oh aye, there's none I can imagine on this boat more qualified to talk someone's ear off from a hundred leagues away than you, Alveris.  However, as this IS still a join operation, I'm going to assign Conrad to... assist you."  Olek smiles devilishly, "And yes, that is to say, escort you."

A sailor slips into the mess quietly and whispers something into Olek's ear, then departs.

"As to when we will catch up with the human ship, I've had my boys watching it on long-range sonar for some time now, we will catch it within a day.  However, I think that we shall be taking a slight detour.  The crew has just sighted something of interest that is very nearly in our path."
This message was last edited by the player at 16:00, Mon 17 June 2013.

In reply to Olek Longthrow (msg # 30):

The submarine shudders and creaks as it changes course.  A crackly voice chimes over the comms "Diving captain, one-oh-naught-two."

In reply to GM (msg # 31):

"Escort our newly commissioned Communications Officer?  Aye, captain," Conrad says, with a mixture of enthusiasm and apprehension.

He turns his attention toward Alveris, appraising him.

"We'll need to get you into an appropriate uniform, and perhaps work you through the ins and outs of life in a proper chain of command.  Most important, though, we'll want to make sure we're all on the same page -- so as not to accidentally misrepresent ourselves or our mission during conversations."

He absently scratches his chin, considering the implications of the assignment.

"Beggin' your pardon, captain, but who exactly would he need to talk to?  A day's not a lot of time to get him up to speed."
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In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 32):

My uniform will suffice as is, and while you may be the able bodied dilitante who escorts me, you will do nothing to sully my attire. I will honor your Captain with the courtesy of doing as he says, in deference both to the complexity of an interspecies mission and because he seems like the sort of guy who might actually fire me out of a torpedo hole if I get out of line.

Alveris turns with a coy smile toward Captain Olek. "And I like that about you. A man should have the courage of his convictions."

Alveris braces as the sub lurches in what he's decided is a starboard direction. "What have we spotted to merit the attention of the august crew, and more importantly, do they have wenches?"

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 33):

"It imparted to me that the Court wants to keep a close eye on both the mission and on our... guests". Olek gestures at Alveris and James.  "I don't want to meddle in the affairs of the fair folk any more than I do in those of leeches, but I suspect they will be wanting an update soon."  Olek sets his empty mug on the table and leans forward to address Conrad.

"But nobody, and I mean NOBODY is to enter the Communications Room without your escort and my knowing so.  I shouldn't have to add that I want a report on anything said in that room or that Imperial secrets are not to be shared with anyone."

Olek glares into Conrad's eyes to make sure he is fully understood, then pushes himself away from the table and stands up.

"As to our new heading, my crew has informed me that they have located the Deep Reach, another of our submarines that recently went missing.  It is currently sitting on the bottom of the ocean and we should be upon it within the hour."

Olek gives one last glower at the party and then marches out of the Mess toward the Helm.

In reply to Olek Longthrow (msg # 34):

Conrad stands as the captain departs, and remains standing until he is entirely out of the room.  He then sits and resumes eating, polishing off the rest of his meal and downing the dregs of his beer.

Finished at last, he turns to Alveris.

"We've got an hour, it seems, before anything interesting happens.  Care to fill it with something more meaningful than booze and wenches?"

These last words are stressed with a palpable sarcasm as he stands and motions toward the hatch leading back to the hallway.
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In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 35):

Not particularlly, no.

With a noticable bounce in his step, Alveris darts back to his quarters; you could swear you hear him whistling as he bounds away.

"Undersea intrigue! I knew I'd get the chance to stab a sea horse; I just knew it!"

"I'll be back in a flash Connie. I need to change into my battle garb and begin centering my auras".

Alveris arrives in his room and continues drinking wine. Looking over both shoulders to satisfy he is alone, Alveris pulls a small case from his luggage. The case opens and reveals <OOC> SWIMMING GOGGLES <OOC> a technologically advanced Gnomish occular assembly. Alveris straps the assembly on, giddily eyeing himself as he twirls his knives in his hands.

"You won't get away from me this time seahorse!"

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 36):

A minute later, there is a worried gurgling noise and a loud thud from Alveris/James' cabin.

(no Notice check required, it's loud)

In reply to GM (msg # 37):

Conrad, waiting just outside the room, bangs on the hatch with a series of three curt raps.

"The hell was that?!  Brace yourselves, Fey; I'm coming in."

Conrad seizes the hatch's opening apparatus and flings it open, bursting into the room with all the force his squat, powerful body can muster.
This message was last edited by the player at 15:20, Fri 21 June 2013.

In reply to GM (msg # 37):

James fell into a brooding silence (breaking only to give instruction to the singing sailor next to him) and began drinking heavily after the news of the mirror that reports directly to the fey court and began sweating a bit.

*THUD*

James jumps, and looks around....

"shounds like something just went boom in my room"

James says chuckling at the rhyme.  He heavily lurches to his feet, pats the gnome sailor next to him on the head and says

"Its too bad I need to go check that noise out… you were just starting to get good at it"

James wanders drunkenly towards the noise.

In reply to James (msg # 39):

James swaggers down the hall just in time to see Conrad muscle open the hatch to the Officer's Quarters and stomp in.

Alveris is lying on the floor, unconscious but breathing and drooling (somehow dashingly).

In reply to GM (msg # 40):

Conrad sighs upon seeing the crumpled form of Alveris, placing his hands upon his hips.

"See, this is why we shouldn't serve stout to the pansybloods."

He takes a moment to glance around anyway, though, before touching his companion's still form.

The slow, ragged breathing can be heard easily with his mouth drooped open like that, Conrad thinks.  So he's obviously alive, but you can't be too careful.

Notice roll: 4

"No need to alert the bridge just yet," he mutters under his breath.  Nonetheless, he reaches behind his back to loosen his Gnomish weapon as his eyes dart back and forth.  Just in case.
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In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 41):

There is nothing particularly amiss about the cabin.  It is clean, save for the Fey clothes draped over things and a wine stain here or there.

Aside from Alveris and James' possessions, there are many small barrels of wine in a neat pyramid, and an empty glass set on a table.

In reply to GM (msg # 42):

Seeing nothing amiss, Conrad checks Alveris for wounds.

Notice check: 1,1 (critical fail)

Finding nothing of note (and likely tripping over him in the process), he shakes Alveris -- none too gently.

"No time to sleep it off; there's work to do.  And if you can't hold your drink, Fey, you'd best stop guzzling it down..."
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In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 41):

Who are you calling a pansyblood half stack.  I can hold my *hic* drink as well as any gnome.  Hell my singing companion was asleep on the table when I left

James indignitently replies taking a swig out of his glass that he carried with him.  He pushes Conrad off of Alveris

Shtop doing that your only making it worse

James wanders over by his sleeping area, spilling the stout on his way.

Don't worry I can fix this

He rummages in his belongings for a minute; stumbles and crumples gracelessly to the floor.  He removes a large black bag from near his sleeping area; slides it next to Alveris; crawls next to and produces a tongue depressor with a flourish (sleight of hand roll 3) that he fumbles.

Healing Roll: 7

In reply to James (msg # 44):

Conrad, being a terribly observant type of Gnome, realizes there is another large Gnome crouching in the corner of the cabin.  He locks his eyes on the newcomer and the other Gnome does the same.

After a half minute, Conrad realizes the other Gnome is his own reflection in the mirror...  He shakes his head and resumes looking over Alveris.

James crowds in beside him and drops several tongue depressors on the floor.  He then uses one to open Alveris' mouth.

In reply to GM (msg # 45):

Stars were born, burned bright, and went supernova all within the bounds of Alveris's Alderis's head. To most people, the skullsplitting agony of feeling a star go supernova in your head (metaphorically, I've got a pretty big ego, but I'm not implying the cosmos can fit in my head. Jesus.) would be the kind of incapacitating, life altering experience that would irrevocably damage one's sense of reality.

For Alveris Alderis, a dance with the oil from the skin of the rare Nova Fruit was a regrettably frequent occurence.

Fuck Puck.

As reality begins to assert a fragile grip on Alveris, he senses a presence on top of him. Unable to yet see (and managing to decipher the weight on his body only through a learned and precise understanding of exactly how much pressure his well honed body should be exerting with respect to gravity at their current depth/pressurization and in deference to his supine position [What? I take my physique seriously], Alveris throws a half hearted punch (Fight 2) at his would be assailant, now pressing something firm and undesired against his mouth. Trusting his own arrogance and relying on the weight calculations he'd performed, Alveris's almost inaudibly mumbles:

"Jesus James. I knew you were eager to get something in my mouth, but taking advantage of me while I'm passed out? I can't say I'm not impressed with your determination, but you should be ashamed of yourself. Connie, can get you this hopeless romantic off me and get me a glass of ice wine? There's nothing that cures a hangover like the beginning of another good buzz."
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In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 46):

James awkwardly leans over Alveris' face covering his words with my legs.

"He wakes... but just barely.  Connie don't move an inch towards that wine skin... and stop looking at yourself in the damn mirror.  Go tell the captain that our new communications officer has had a nasty accident involving tainted beverage.  That my medical opinion is that our esteemed officer needs to dry out for a bit to let the toxins clear out his body.  We may have to consider dumping his wine yet but that will be a decision I have to make at a later time.  If he gets any worse I may have to have him quarantined.  Now go get the captain move move!!"  (Persuasion 16)

James' head snaps around to another crewmate "I need you and a few of our other member to ensure that Mr. Alderis does not try to drink anything or his condition may worsen and thereby compromise the mission."

James leans back down to Alveris "That is for trying to stick me shoveling coal... don't do it again or I'll make Puck the least of your worries"

James kisses Alveris on the forehead and begins walking while directing the other gnomes that had gathered towards the excitement.

"Take this wine out of this room and to cargo hold, make sure that only I have access to it.  I will test it later to ensure the mission and crew are not compromised."

In reply to James (msg # 47):

The Gnomes hanging around rush to clear the quarters of wine barrels, heaving them onto broad sailor's shoulders and clambering out.

Alveris draws himself slowly but gracefully to his feet, though he is still a little unsteady.

The Gnomes quickly clear the room of wine.  The last barrel, however, shifts suddenly and the Gnome drops it with a curse and the clatter of wood on metal.

With maximal plot-induced flare, the lid pops off.  A small goblin leaps out and lunges for James while shouting in thick Goblin.

The Goblin catches you all of guard (first round, only he gets to act).  With scrappy determination, he latches onto James and climbs up onto his back, wrapping a rusty garrot wire about the Fey's neck (Fighting 7).

Initiative Drawn:
Alveris - 6 of clubs (4th)
Conrad - Jack of Diamonds (first)
Goblin - 10 of spades (2nd)
James - 9 of hearts (3rd)

Reminders:
-You are all standing
-You are all close enough to step and make a melee attack on anyone else in the room
-the room is dim, but not dark
-Alveris is still suffering from effects of whatever he drank (-1 to all skill and attack roll)
-Assassin's stats are on NPC thread
-Shooting/throwing into melee is dangerous
-Drawing a weapon, if you haven't already, is an action
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In reply to GM (msg # 48):

Alveris, I've heard of crabs but this is ridiculous… even fo….

With a wet squelch the garrote cinches in.

In reply to GM (msg # 48):

Conrad, who had turned toward the door to spread the news of the tainted wine casks, stops short when the guttural screams of the goblin punctuate the cabin's sobriety.  So to speak.

He reaches for the odd-looking contraption strapped across his back, then pauses.

Nah, that'll kill it. he thinks, frowning.

"I doubt you speak a civilized language, but just in case you do..." Conrad begins, walking toward the snarling creature with unnerving calm and seeming indifference to the rusty device sinking ever deeper into his colleague's throat.

"You are trespassing on military property, are certainly a stowaway, and are currently engaged in aggravated assault -- in these quarters, I figure that's a capital crime."

He continues to advance toward the goblin as he speaks, cracking his knuckles absently.

"As the ranking officer present, I hereby declare you under arrest for the crimes stated.  You will be escorted to the brig for questioning regarding further charges of smuggling, mutiny, and contaminating the naval food supply."

Conrad turns to the other gnomes around him and motions for them to join him.

"Looks like he's resisting arrest.  Take him alive!"


During this discourse, Conrad has moved from the doorway to an arms length from James.  Now in range, he uncoils a powerful fist aimed squarely at the goblin's head.


Fighting: 4


The goblin pulls his head back as Conrad's fist punctures the air where it used to be, and Conrad grunts with frustration.

Don't get too cocky if the crew doesn't finish you off in the next few seconds, he thinks, recovering his balance to throw another punch.  The next one won't miss.
This message was last edited by the player at 15:11, Tue 02 July 2013.

In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 50):

The goblin makes a noise half between a giggle, a chortle and flatulence.

He digs his heels into James' back and pulls the garrot tight!

James gains 1 level of Fatigued (-1 to rolls, the 2nd level, Exhausted, is -2 to all rolls, the third is incapacitation, the 4th is death by asphyxiation).

In reply to GM (msg # 51):

James tries to throw himself a against the wall behind him (strength roll 4), but the tightly cinched garrote is clearly taking its toll on him and as he turns red and falls to his knees next to Alveris.

In reply to James (msg # 52):

"I swear I had a witty pun for this. Something about big things in small packages."

Alveris takes a swing at the goblin, focusing specifically on the hand (pick one at GM's discretion) gripping the garrotte (Fighting 4).

"Connie, Jamie, you sure have a funny way of rescuing a guy."

<OOC TO GM> Where are my knives? We're in my bunk, so I'm hoping for reasonable proximity. If they are within a reasonable distance, please assume that my action is geared both at breaking the goblin's grip on James, and moving my person close to my knives.

If they are on my person, please assume my fighting roll to be a swipe of my knives directly at the grip of the goblin. <OOC>

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 53):

<OOG to Alveris> Depends where you left them.  If they're on your person, it's an action to draw and ready them.  If they're in your bunk, I'll assume you walk over to them after punching at the goblin and can draw/ready them as an action next round.  Readying is an automatic action (no roll) but still an action, so you incur multi-action penalties on any other action that turn as normal.

Next round:

Alveris: 3 of spades (4th)
Conrad: 9 of spades (1st)
Goblin: 5 of hearts (2nd)
James: 4 of diamonds (3rd)

In reply to GM (msg # 54):

Conrad frowns at James' reddening complexion, his eyes becoming even more serious than usual.

"Looks like you've earned yourself an upgrade from aggravated assault to attempted murder."

He steadies himself and takes another mighty swing at the goblin.

[Fighting: 4.  Again.]

Conrad growls with anger as his fist once again sails over the squirming goblin's figure, and he turns to look over his shoulder at where his subordinates had been moments before.

"Don't just stand there gawking like a smitten schoolmarm.  Lt. Flynn, go to the brig and bring back some restraints.  Ensign Bjork, retrieve a medkit.

Conrad cracks his knuckles and glowers at the goblin dangerously.  "And, Ensign?  Be sure to grab some smelling salts to revive our prisoner while you're at it.  That's an order. Go!"
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In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 55):

All Gnomes within earshot dash off to fetch restraints and supplies.

The goblin adds another twist to the wire sinking ever deeper into James' throat.

James is now Exhausted (-2 to all actions).

The goblin hisses and spits at the gnome and fey waving their arms about ineffectually.
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In reply to GM (msg # 56):

James turns bright purple (roll of 9 to turn purple)... and tries to break the hold (net roll of 1) but instead collapses to the floor.






...twitching
This message was last edited by the player at 22:46, Fri 05 July 2013.

In reply to James (msg # 58):

"Well this whole thing has gone tits up in a hurry, and not in the good way.."

Fuck. James seems like kind of a tool, but I'll never get all the blood and smell of dead body out of this place if I let him die.

"I guess I'll shoulder this burden!"

Alveris charges the goblin and shoulder blocks him with all his might, trying to break his grip (Fighting 5, exploding +1 [from wild die] for a total of 6) on James's neck.

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 59):

Roll damage vs. Goblin (just STR in this case) vs his Toughness.

Equal or greater will "Shake" him, greater by 4 or more will knock him out.

In reply to GM (msg # 60):

Assuming I'm -1 to STR:

Alveris brushes brazenly against the Goblin as his visually stunning shoulder block (executed to literal textbook perfection) connects flush with the goblin assailant (1 damage).

"Now that you've had a taste, it behooves me to let you know, there's potentially more where that came from"

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 61):

-1 doesn't apply to damage, only to tests and attack.  Also, that sounded to me like a wild attack.

The Goblin is Shaken.


Next Round
Alveris: 4 of hearts (3rd) - poisoned
Conrad: 8 of clubs (1st) -
Goblin: 2 of clubs (last) - Shaken
James: 6 of diamonds (2nd) - Exhausted
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In reply to GM (msg # 62):

Conrad quietly nods his approval as Alveris slams into the goblin, leaving it obviously rattled.

"That's the spirit," he grins, calmly advancing toward the creature for what he intends to be the final time.  "Good work, COMMO.  I'll take it from here."

[Fighting: 7 (5 + 2 Wild Attack), could be higher with gang-up]

Conrad aims another tooth-shattering punch at the goblin, finally landing a blow that seems to ripple the air itself.

[Damage: 11 (9 + 2 Wild Attack), intended to be nonlethal]

As the goblin goes limp, Conrad moves between it and the rest of the party.

Seeing that Alveris appears to be unharmed and James, while winded, does not appear to be dying, he turns his attention to their newly fallen foe.

"Which brings us back to the matter at hand," Conrad says, tapping the goblin's still body softly with the toe of his boots. "By my command, I place you under arrest for the charges stated."

"As soon as the Lieutenant returns with a proper set of shackles, I'm taking our prisoner to the brig," Conrad continues, glancing toward Alveris.  "Since the Captain has ordered us to stick together, that means you're coming, too.  The Ensign can tend your friend's wounds well enough in the meantime."

"We'll need to organize a ship-wide search for other stow-aways, too," he muses aloud, cracking his knuckles absently.  "And it needs to happen within the hour.  Let's get moving.
This message was last edited by the player at 13:56, Tue 09 July 2013.

"Be right with you Connie- I'm just going to grab my knives in case we find further excitement."

Alveris strides over confidently and attaches to his belt what appear to the casual observer to be incredibly intricate throwing knives, looping them onto his person with an unsettling precision speaking to an even more unsettling amount of practice.

"Ensign, I'm going to assume you're capable of remembering a complex set of orders, and if you aren't, I'll provide an executive summary at the end. It's only fair".

Alveris leans down over the incapacitated James, obviously exhausted from his close enounters of the garrote kind. Alveris positions himself with his back to the door and all other PCs/NPCs not named James. Alveris leans in, pressing the tip of his blade against James's stomach (playfully, I'm not attacking, just, you know, menacing!) and whispers in his ear "The next time you try to take my wine away, shoveling coal and oral remedies will be the least of your worries Jamie.."

"Ensign, I've seen injuries of this nature before, though not since the Tanglewood Tango some 75 years ago. I met two twin princesses that night, and one of them just would not stop whining about how much attention I wasn't paying her, and in all fairness- I was ignoring her. She was definitely the butterface princess, and she got pretty pissed when I told her that. And here I thought women said honesty was the best policy.

Make a long story short, I pulled her aside for a quiet discussion in which I asphyxiated her with my tunic until she stopped whining, and I could focus my intentions on the less dairy physiqued of the belles of the ball. Anyway, when she finally woke up, she could barely speak, and they had to gradually reopen her windpipe with a series of objects of increasing size and heal her larynx with a series of liquid concoctions. I know what you're thinking. 'Alveris, this is all just an elaborate setup for you to tell us you put your dick down her throat so she could talk again'. Well you sir, couldn't be farther from the truth. That princess was SPITTING mad about being choked unconscious and mute, and even without words, it was pretty obvious she'd take some sort of masticating based revenge if I endeavored in such a manner. No, the princess was resotred to speech through a complex series of fruits, vegetables, lemon juice, and deftly carved wooden objects until her larynx and windpipe were restored to normalcy.

Ensign! Pay ATTENTION! You are going to need objects beginning in diameter akin to a thin carrot, escalating to a celery stalk, a bannana, and culminating in the neck of a summer squash, or whatever the gnomish equivalent is. These items will need to be inserted DEEP into James's throat for at least 30 seconds on alternating minute intervals for at least 4 hours, per object. In order to ensure James does not spit out the objects or attempt to speak in the interval (and damage the healing process), I would strongly suggest a gag of some sort. And let's be honest, he's going to protest, but he's delirious from the attack right now and doesn't know what's good for him. It's up to YOU personally Ensign to see my brother's wounds are treated in the appropriate manner and that the honor and integrity of this proud Fey's voice is restored. One would hate for you to be responsible for James's inability to talk..

While bed rest may seem productive, I would strongly recommend treatment takes place in the engine room. The elevated temperatures and high humidity will help exfoliate his pores and moisten the throat for the healing process. After completion of the celery stalk, add in 30 minute intervals of manual labor. The sweat will also assist in removing the toxins from his body introduced by the goblin's garrote.

(Persuasion 16 to anyone unfortunate enough to be listening).

I'll be down to the engine room once we've cleared the ship to check on Jamie.

Connie, shall we go make sure our sub is clear of further Goblins?

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 64):

The two Gnomish sailors in earshot look incredulous, but finally nod in approval of the method.

One steps over to an intercom in the hallway and clicks it on:

"Attention, an attacker has been subdued in the Officer's Quarters.  All non-critical personnel are to begin sweeping the ship for stowaways on the orders of Lt. Commander Conrad.  Be advised, there may be Goblins in the wine."

The sailor thinks for a moment, then clicks the intercom on again.

"Captain to the Officer's Quarters, you may want to see this... sir."

He then returns to the quarters and, with the help of his companion, they take James by shoulders and legs and start hauling him out the hatch and down toward the engine room.
This message was last edited by the GM at 16:01, Wed 10 July 2013.

In reply to GM (msg # 65):

Conrad blinks as the other sailors scramble to drag the feebly protesting James away, turning to Alveris in confusion.

"Will he survive with a shorter treatment?  We'll need him in less than an hour, and your Feyic remedy will take four."

He seems conflicted for a moment, then activates the intercom and sets it to the Captain's personal frequency.

"Captain, this is Lt. Commander Conrad.  We subdued a goblin stowaway, but not before one of our guests was injured.  The good news is that his companion has seen to his swift recovery.  I've arrested the intruder and am taking him to the brig.  Pending conflicting orders, I look forward to meeting you there."

Clearing the frequency code and switching off the intercom, Conrad turns to the goblin's still form and shackles his wrists and ankles.  Hefting him over his shoulder like a roll of carpeting, he heads for the hatch.

"The crew can handle the initial sweep for now," he says confidently, nodding toward the doorway in an obvious gesture that Alveris should follow.  "Our duty is clear: prisoner to the brig, debrief with the Captain, head to the engine room, and assist with the sweep from there.  Let's go."
This message was last edited by the player at 21:32, Wed 10 July 2013.

"An astute observation Lt. Commander Conrad.

"Ensign (to emphasize the emphasis Alveris is putting in his tone), quarter all times given to ensure James and his throat are prepared for duty at the end of the hour as ordered by Lt. Commander Conrad. And for God's sake, hurry. Every moment we waste is another in which we jeopardize James's voice ever returning normal."

Alveris turns over his shoulder and shoots James a look aggressively intimating what would surely be his displeasure at a vocalization of disagreement from the wounded Fey.

(giddily) "Let's hunt some Goblins!"

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 67):

We have two Gnomes carrying James to the Engine Room and Conrad heading to the Brig.

There are also, presumably, several sailors scouring the ship for more assassins.

Please let me know who else is going where.

In reply to GM (msg # 68):

Skipping gleefully behind Conrad, twirling my throwing knives in my hands (dexterously).

In reply to GM (msg # 68):

James' color has changed from a dashing shade of purple to a very fetching red.  He tries to voice his arguements to the gnomes carrying him away... but there was that word; voice.  There was none.  He tried to talk but nothing came out (persuasion 0,1).  Instead of finely crafted arguements about the healing tintures in his bag in the cabin or how Alveris' was an idiot all that was seen to the gnomish observers was a very pretty flailing of arms trying to get back to the cabin.

Finally James lapses into a brooding silence and allows himself to passively be dragged by the gnomes back to the "stretching chamber"

In reply to James (msg # 70):

Being a smaller ship, the Red Spring does not have a dedicated brig so much as a very large storage locker in cargo B that can be used for such purposes.  Fortunately, the only thing in that locker at the moment is a very large wheel of particularly stinky cheese, and a length of heavy rope in a coil in one corner.

Conrad tosses the goblin between these and slams the door shut, locking it with a key from his belt.

The only items the goblin had on his person were a rusty garrot, a small bag (made from a sow's ear) filled with silver pieces, and a wadded piece of parchment containing a rough drawing of James.

The goblin has regained himself by this point.  He sits up, topples over and clutches his head, muttering something in a harsh tone.

Meanwhile, in the engine room, two Gnomes debate the relative dimensions and proper velocities of a large carrot vs. a small squash...

In reply to GM (msg # 71):

Conrad nods sternly as the goblin steadies itself.

"Ah, our stowaway has awakened.  Excellent."

He peers at the shackled creature for a moment, then adjusts his stance to an at-ease position and clasps his hands behind his back.

"You're currently under arrest for a variety of charges, any two of which would be more than enough to justify your execution."

Conrad pauses, letting his words sink in.

"There are alternatives, however, and they can be gained through cooperation.  Let's begin by the books, shall we?"

Conrad takes a few steps closer to the door and lowers his voice dangerously.

[Intimidation: 13 (exploded the wild die twice!)]
OOC re: above roll: do I get a bonus for having the guy locked up and/or having recently demonstrated my ability to knock him senseless?

"Who are you, why are you here, and where are your friends?"
This message was last edited by the player at 15:42, Fri 12 July 2013.

In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 72

Alveris deftly twirls his knives in each of his hands with startling precision.

"I don't want to overstate the obvious, but we have ways of making you talk. Honestly, ways is probably overly ambiguous and would be more accurately stated as 'if you don't answer Lt commander Connie's questions, it's likely the skin could be flayed from your body.'"

Alveris lurches toward the goblin, cleaning the dirt from his under nails with the knife.

"Connie, I don't think he believes me. Perhaps a show of Good faith- maybe flay a finger or (Alveris uses his knife to gesture at the goblins groin) or something more motivational?"
This message was last edited by the player at 14:07, Fri 12 July 2013.

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 73):

The goblin's eyes grow round as saucers.  He curses in Goblin, then switches to broken common.

"No friends!  Work alone!  Just ordered kill one Fey!"

The goblin searches its pockets but turns up nothing.

"Have picture, much silver, paid kill one fey fuck, then go home!"

The Goblin rushes forward and grabs the bars.

"Not paid enough lie... tell truth..."  He eyes Alveris and keeps his distance.  "Not need flay... tell truth... only come kill fey fuck!  Have picture... tell true!"

As far as you can tell... he's telling the truth.

In reply to GM (msg # 74):

Conrad nods thoughtfully, retrieving the tattered image from the pile of things they had confiscated from the prisoner.  He holds it up for the goblin to see.

"I presume this was your target?"

He gives the goblin a chance to look at it before proceeding.

"This does look similar to the person you attacked.  If you are, indeed, alone, I have a pressing concern: How were you planning on escaping afterward? Can't spend your silver if you can't get away."

He frowns, suddenly thinking of something else.

"And how did you end up encased in a barrel of wine in the first place?"
This message was last edited by the player at 14:23, Sat 13 July 2013.

In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 75):

James gags at a particularly large in diameter carrot.... at a particularly high velocity.


I hate carrots.....


*thinking*
Why didn't that goblin have gone after Alveris or Conrad?  I know I would have started kicking the man who was down.  That was close... too close...  there is no chance he had of killing us all.  Besides once you kill kill the crew you are on a submarine alone... not the best of escape plans.  There has to be more to this.

I need to start making some allies on this ship.  In the interests of preservation.


James decides that he is going to make the most of this situation while being completely miserable he requests pen and paper and starts playing some basic drawing games with the gnomes that performing Alveris' particularly cruel joke.  Whenever the gnomes get overly rough causing James to gag and/or vomit, he only smiles and laughs it off.

*thinking*
These gnomes are even simpler than humans.  This could come in handy.
This message was last edited by the player at 15:51, Sat 13 July 2013.

In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 75):

The goblin glowers but nods at the crumpled picture.

"Yes, paid silver, kill Fey.  Told was part of complex plan.  Many ruses.  Need only kill one Fey fuck and maybe a Gnome, then main force arrive."

The goblin spins around and looks at his surroundings.  He kicks the pile of rope and sniffs at the cheese.

"This room stink of Gnome.  Cheese not enough fix smell."

He walks over to the door and peers through it as if trying to read something on the back of your eyeballs.

"You not part of rescue?  Maybe killed soon by reinforcements?"

From his tone, he's clearly asking a question he has no answer to himself.

(With an underserved sense of self superiority) Connie, your observation about the lack of escapability of the submarine is astute, but there's another variable in play here, as you've highlighted- How will he escape? Personally, I'd probably try to commandeer an escape pod or some scuba gear, both of which are probably well outside the realm of possibilities for the simple goblin over yonder.

Which leaves us with only one other possibilitiy, reaking of all the convenience of coincidence and inescapability- the presence of your missing submarine in such immediate proxmity, viewed in tandem with the goblin's boasts of reinforcements and likely inability to effectively formulate a complex lie, one can only arrive at the conclusion that we should be VERY prepared prior to our rendezvous with your missing sub.

Alveris takes a deep breath, his disposition growing increasingly irritated as he begins to speak again:

Dear Lord do I hate the critical thinking and creative problem solving that are the hallmarks of sobriety. Will someone PLEASE get me a drink?
This message was lightly edited by the GM at 12:48, Mon 15 July 2013.

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 78):

"That cheese is delicious, and let the record state that the room smelled a lot better before we tossed you in there with it," Conrad says, admonishing the goblin.  "But that's beside the poi..."

He trails off, turning to give Alveris his full attention.

"Are you suggesting that the incoming sub has been captured?  That it's a hostile target?"

He checks the makeshift prison door, ensuring it's locked, and walks over to the intercom system.  Swiftly inputting the correct codes, he switches the system on.

"Lt. Commander Conrad, paging Communications.  Hail the incoming sub as soon as it's in range, and notify me immediately if they can't come up with the appropriate codes and protocols."

He switches to the Captain's line, then flips the system on once more.

"Captain, we've learned that the prisoner expects a large-scale rescue attempt to be made.  I've made sure he's not lying, using methods you know well.  I'm heading to the Engine Room; if you are able to meet us there, we have more to share.  If not, I'll gladly come to your preferred location."

Shutting down the system and clearing the codes, he turns once again to Alveris.

"Let's collect your friend, the walking bounty, from the Engine Room.  The Captain will want to speak to him.  And so do I."

He glares at the goblin one last time, then heads for the hatch.
This message was last edited by the player at 21:34, Mon 15 July 2013.

In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 79):

Alveris eyes the goblin menacingly, taking a knife and using it to pick his teeth as he humorlessly utters: "Be thinking of you".

Alveris gleefully turns and bounds off in pursuit of Conrad.

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 80):

The temperature rises perceptibly as you leave the cargo hold and make your way through various hatches to the engine room.

As the heat becomes increasingly uncomfortable, so too does the noise level.  The steady hum and occasional groan felt all over the ship rise to a cacophonous mix of whirring, clanking, grinding and roaring of engines.  The final hatch, a particularly heavy and reinforced affair, gives way to the sweltering engine room.

The reactor dominates the room, with multiple feed pipes and lines going every which way and covering all walls and ceilings.

At the center of this mess is James and his 'medical assistants'.  All other Gnomes have left to search the ship.

In reply to GM (msg # 81):

Conrad marches into the engine room, paying little apparent heed to the miserable conditions around him.  Beads of sweat form along his brows as he approaches the central landing.

"Ensign.  Lieutenant." he says, by way of greeting.  "How's the patient?"

The pair of gnomes shrug helplessly at each other.

"He seems a touch manic, Lt. Commander," one replies.  "He'll probably be fine."

Conrad nods thoughtfully, then turns to Alveris.

"Will it harm him to end his treatment now?  I want to speak with him, and sooner is better than later."

He pauses, doing a double-take of the empty engine room.

"Lieutenant, how carefully did you search this room for stowaways?"
This message was last edited by the player at 13:58, Tue 16 July 2013.

In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 82):

The Gnome stiffens.

"We DID a cursory search Lt. Commander... but what with the patient needing constant infusions and the issues with the vegetables..."

In reply to GM (msg # 83):

James Pats the gnome familiarly on the shoulder and stand up slowly.  In a rough voice he says

"Alvie, I would not have expected it, but your method works like a charm.  I had heard something like it once in school; bet you didn't know that you had a lecture plan written about your exploits in the fey court did you?"

"Connie, the Lietunenant did a bang up job of checking the room (notice check 3,2), you worry too much... you know I feel a bit crappy right now... like someone had just taken a rusty wire and hung off of my neck for a few minutes... do you think thats odd?  I need to rest a bit.  Connie, please help me to my chambers I'm feeling a bit weak."


James leans heavily on Conrad's shoulder and after taking a deep breath slowly asks


"so did that worthless turd dragging from a rats testicle say anything useful?"

In reply to James (msg # 84):

Alveris is altogether too pleased with himself at the notion his exploits are the stuff of Fey legend to realize how blatantly he is being condescended and pandered to. And he opens his mouth to prove it.

"Well Thank God they've finally started teaching some useful material. When I was there it was all "secrets of legend" this, "ethics" and "indescribable horrors and terrors" that. Soooooo boring.

I concur you look better and think bedrest is probably overkill (Persuasion 7- Alveris likes to be right), but you did just hang from a rusty hangar like this baby I once  saw in this alley in.. (Alveris senses the growing disgust of his comrades)

"God, you are all SUCH prudes. Fine, let's help Jamie to his bed and go check out your mystery sub. The girls here (Alveris twirls his knives) were promised some goblin flesh, and they all get awfully irritable when I promise them something and don't deliver.."

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 85):

"I don't worry too much, Fey; I just know what's worth worrying about. We're not going anywhere until you answer some questions.  You have enemies strong enough to smuggle an assassin aboard this ship, and you've put countless good, hard-working gnomes at risk."

Conrad pauses, frowning in aggravation as James stoops low for the sole purpose of leaning on him, and repositions himself so that James's weight falls upon Alveris, instead.

"It'll go easier on you if you brace against someone your own height."

Thus freed, he turns to the other members of the crew.

"Good work, lads.  The Fey is in your debt, and that's a fact.  Now then, give this room another check, just to be sure.  If it's all clear, return to your normal duty stations."

Conrad scratches his chin absently as he returns to the others, taking a moment to collect his thoughts.

How long has it been since dinner?  We'd better get a move on it.

Catching up to the pair, he clears his throat to reply to James's earlier question.

"The prisoner claims to have been hired to kill someone on this ship.  Specifically, you.  He then started babbling about a rescue attempt and reinforcements.  Perhaps in the form of a nearby submarine."

He pauses, letting the concept sink in.

"So, as you can see, there's quite a lot to be done, and I'm eager to return to it.  Care to be of service?"
This message was last edited by the player at 14:44, Wed 17 July 2013.

In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 86):

James leans his sleight frame on Alveris for a brief second and then slowly, gracefully spins off of his shoulder pressing his back against the wall and sinking to the floor.

Connie you gnomes are very uncomfortable I'll tell you that much.  Alvie, why does everyone on this boat suddenly have a name ending in ie?  You go ahead I'd hate to keep you and the girls *looking significantly at his knives* from a good time.  Especially considering that if they get too bored they may start looking at me.

James raises his head to look at the gnomes who were his addendants,

Hey Rags, James call out to one of the crewman

Thats Ragnar how many times do I have to tell you fey?

That too... help me to my quarters when you are done looking around... I'll teach you the rest of how to play stones while I recover.  Few things are more boring than convalescing.  Connie if you want to hang around I'll answer your questions as best I can.

James runs his hands through his hair and heaves a heavy sigh

Alveris, don't carve him up too badly, I want to have a word with him myself...  Oh and please be sure to tell him that.

In reply to James (msg # 87):

As you throw open the hatch to leave the sweat and noise of the engine room, the stocky frame of Olek Longthrow blocks the way.

What in the name of the unholy black depths is going on here?

Olek stuns the two Gnomish crewman with a glare that could strip the hair off a Yak.

I leave you alone for a few minutes and there's poison, goblins, all manner of vegetable and some sort of conspiracy?  I think any more surprises and my ship will sink from the weight of it all!

Olek clenches his fists.  You notice now that he's strapped on his armor and is wearing a long knife on one side and a repeater on the other.

Conrad, I applaud your decisiveness and leadership of the crew.  I would have been here sooner... and dealt with this assassin myself, had I not been interrupted by...  Olek trails off and allows a sliver of puzzlement to mix with the anger on his face.

The mirror: it's... ringing...

Without waiting for a response, Olek stomps off toward the Communications room, signaling you all to follow.

In reply to Olek Longthrow (msg # 88):

*gulp*

Do you guys really need me?  My knee is killing me and my head feels like its going to exploded.

James heaves a heavy sigh and clambors up from the wall and leans on Alveris.
This message was last edited by the player at 11:05, Thu 18 July 2013.

In reply to James (msg # 89):

"Captain on the deck," Conrad says, reflexively saluting as Olek enters the room.  He smiles at the warm praise flowing in his direction, apparently apathetic to the man's violent bluster toward the others and his newly bristling armament.

"Just doing my duty, sir."

Olek's abrupt departure from the room moments later leaves him equally unphased, as he takes the captain's gesture for the order it was meant to be.

"Come on, you lot.  Let's get moving," he says, shooting a disdainful glance in James's direction and lowering his voice dangerously.  "I don't recall the Captain giving you much choice in the matter."

With that, he motions that they should exit the hatch in front of him.

"Go ahead.  I'll cover the rear," he says, in a tone somewhere between confidence and suspicion.  "Security and all.  Standard procedure."

And to make absolutely certain you don't get "lost" along the way, he thinks.

Giving a final nod to the other gnomes in the room to send them scurrying about their appointment tasks, he follows the others toward to the Communications Room.
This message was last edited by the player at 16:12, Thu 18 July 2013.

Alveris literally drops James.

"Magical talking mirrors, lost submarines, goblin assassins. This. Day. Is. AWESOME!"

Alveris begins bounding giddily after Olek, before turning back to glower at the nearest yellow shirt ensign

"AND WHERE ARE WE ON THE DRINK I ASKED FOR!"

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 91):

James dashingly lurches to his feet and with the heir of a man subjected to a great injustice plods along behind Alveris and infront of Conrad.

*over his shoulder*

Rain check on teaching you stones Rags

Its Ragnar!

*under his breath*

Magical talking mirrors, lost submarines and goblin assassins; this sucks.
This message was last edited by the player at 23:09, Thu 18 July 2013.

In reply to James (msg # 92):

The sailor Alveris questioned shrugs his shoulders.

"Heard something about the wine being poisoned... I don't suppose your sort can drink beer?  Grog?"

Olek glowers at both Fey and Gnome but says nothing.

He clambers quickly up a final ladder and marches to the Communications room.

Olek waves aside the guard posted there and pulls the hatch open himself.  As he opens the door and climbs in, you can indeed hear a loud metallic ringing sound.

In reply to GM (msg # 93):

"His drink will keep a little longer," Conrad says, entering the room only after the others have all crossed its threshold.

"Let's see what this is all about.  After all, we have a sub to secure.  Maybe two."

He grins slightly as a thought occurs to him, absently patting the contraption strapped to his back as if to assure himself that it's still there.

Might finally be able to take Brandy out for another test.
This message was last edited by the player at 13:49, Fri 19 July 2013.

Oh! Hello there Captain, L'tenant Commander.  False alarm.  Thought something was broken in here.  Turns out this fancy lookin' glass of yours is just whining louder than a baby without a goat.

The gnome in front of you is short and slight, even for a gnome.  You could swear you'd seen him before - it's a small ship after all.  A glance at the shoulder pads of his leather armor shows the insignia of an Engineer.  That's right!  He's one of the engineers.  What was his name again?  Lothor?  Luther?  Uthor!  Uthor, um... Magnusson!

Reckon you've got the situation in hand sir, sir.  Somehow I don't think it wants me.  I'll just go look for stowaways some more.

Uthor starts toward the door, looking relieved that someone's here to take care of this thing.  Magic makes him very uncomfortable.

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 95):

"Hold on a moment," Conrad says, arching his brows with concern.  "Were you searching by yourself?  Alone and unarmed?"

He glances at the smaller gnome for a moment, obviously looking for something that would disprove his initial analysis.  Finding none, he sighs and puts his hand against the hatch, blocking it.

"I don't want to see you throttled by a rusty wire.  Stick with us for a moment, and I'll see about getting you some protection to help your search once we finish with this Feyic contraption."
This message was last edited by the player at 16:04, Fri 19 July 2013.

In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 96):

James sinks heavily to the floor with the wall at his back well out of the line of sight of the mirror and fidgets anxiously.

As the Feyic Ambassador and general wunderkind for pretty much all vibrating objects, I'd be happy to answer..

(Alveris strides confidently to align himself with Olek in a position of undeserved authority)

Are you there God, it's me, Mary Margaret?

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 98):

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 98):

The communications room is not spacious, being basically an over sized closet, so you need to squish together and jockey for viewing space.

Along the left and right sides as you climb in are long low desks with papers, decoders, ciphers, books and all manner of similar contrivance poking out of cubbies and shelves that run all the way to the (low) ceilings.

The back wall of the room is entirely given over to a mirror that barely fits against the metal wall.  The frame is done in ornate brass with gold and greened nickle inlays showing images of wind, leaves, rays of sun and pigeons.

The surface of the mirror is rippling slightly and the entire room is filled with a terrible ringing sound that seems to be coming from far away.  Although the mirror reflects you, it is hazy and darkened.  At the center of the mirror is a small green circle.

Alveris speaks clearly and confidently, but still the ringing continues uninterrupted.  Handsomely, he looks slightly miffed, then reaches out his hand and touches the green circle.  When he does, runes appear to either side of it.

To those who can read the Ancient tongues, the left hand rune translates to "Ignore" and the right hand rune means "Acknowledge".

Confidently, he slides the green circle to the right-most rune.

The ringing dies out immediately, though it still rings in your ears.  At the same instant, your reflections and the ripples vanish.

The mirror now appears as a window looking in on a darkened room.

A tall lordly Fey stands at attention before you.  Without so much as lowering his noble chin, he sweeps the room with his eyes.  You all feel as if a beam of judgement, resignation and condescension has passed through you.

Rhaveen?   The figure blinks in surprise.  You're still alive?  Well I must say that I'm glad.  At least you can get SOMETHING right.

From over the shoulder of the angry Fey, the smiling face of Puck is just visible.

In reply to GM (msg # 99):

James withers in response to the glare but recovers and rebounds angrily

I am... no thanks to you!  You force me onto this rag-tag ship packed with psychopaths and dimwits except maybe the captain and no instructions other than to just survive?!  If you wanted me to just survive *he adds sarcastically* you could have left me where I was at my favorite tavern and I would have survived quite nicely without being garroted by a stinking goblin calling me a cash cow!  He glares at puck and asks calmly Did you put that goblin in the barrel special for me?  He leans over to Alveris and says in a stage whisper You're right he is a detestable bastard.

The stony face of General Aurvon Blackwood does not move but his eyes blaze in anger.  Puck's shit-eating grin gets bigger if possible in delight at the sons defiance of his father.  James shrinks again his anger having left him and looks appalled at what he just said.

Looking away from the mirror he says through clenched teeth

I'm sorry father.  I just don't know why I'm here you gave me no information when you forced me onto this sub.  What am I to do?  Why have you stuck me in the frontlines of a war?   I'm not you and never will be; no matter how many times you push me down that path.  I do not like to fight; it turns my stomach.  One day you may see, but apparently today is not that day

The general looks bored and completely unmoved by his sons plea, as if he had heard it a thousand times before.

(Completely ignoring the General and James, gripping his knives in a white knuckle frenzy)

Nova fruit Puck?! Nova fruit! I thought we were done with that! For fuck's sake, the fruit is rare enough as it is that it's just indecent of you to use what little of it remains on this planet knocking me unconscious and not some buxon blonde milk maid, or I suppose in your case, milk man.

(Alveris seems altogether too pleased with the rather simple pun he's made. It's as if being in Puck's presence somehow reverts him to his most base form)

General. It's at least somewhat of a pleasure to see you again. I enjoyed serving under your command during the incursion of.. oh- that's right. We still aren't admitting we had any involvement in that defenstration. Pretty likely he fell out that window himself if you ask me.

To what do we owe the honor of your mystical communique, and can someone over there assure me that at least SOME of the wine on this ship isn't poisoned? I'm actually getting an anti-hangover from all this sobriety!

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 101):

Puck and the General nearly trip over one another to respond first.  With a grand flourish, Puck gracefully lets the General go first.

Rhaveen, being on the frontline of a war is exactly where you need to be.  Better you dance before the flames of conflict than the flames of a cookfire.  Puck had nothing to do with the assassin, that creature was there on my orders to test your mettle... or get you out of my hair for good.  The Fey's expression does not change an ounce when he adds I'm not entirely disappointed to see that you're still alive, I suppose.

At this point, Puck is visibly unable to contain himself.

I, on the other hand, he adds stroking his chin and giggling to himself, for once AM NOT responsible for any of your problems, though it is so kind of you to suspect me immediately with no evidence .  Puck coughs in a way that says "no evidence that I left alive anyway".

Alvie, Nova fruit?  Really?  Now would I really be so heavy-handed?  I'm insulted.  Puck seems lost in though for a moment, during which his grin widens.  However, your accusation intrigues me.  Yes, I DID poison some of your wine, but I used essence of toadstool.  I thought that it would be easiest for you to stay out of trouble on your dangerous and important mission if you were... medically encouraged... to remain in the privy praying to the gods of intestinal relief... All for your own good, you understand.  Nova fruit though, THAT's interesting...

In reply to GM (msg # 102):

Conrad narrows his eyes slightly at both James and Alveris before settling on the regal figure in the mirror.

"Your stowaway put the entire crew at risk, if only by consuming extra air supplies.  Besides, independently chartered bounty hunting on Imperial property is a serious crime.  As is contaminating our limited food and drink stores, I might add."

He pauses to collect himself before continuing.

"When I threw your mercenary in the brig, he said something about reinforcements.  Is that supposed to be you?"

Conrad turns to Olek respectfully.

"Begging the Captain's pardon, but who are these people?  If this is just what amounts to a pleasure call for our guests, I think our time might be better served preparing for the oncoming vessel."

He glances at the smug, arrogant features of the figures on the other side of the mirror.

"And searching for any other surprises they might have hidden on board."
This message was last edited by the player at 14:06, Mon 22 July 2013.

In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 103):

James stands in stunned silence, fists clenched and quivering in rage.

Pleasure call?!
He growls at Conrad.

PLEASURE CALL?!

He Roars in rage.  Failing to regain his composure (fey court and dance roll 1,2) he continues in a blind rage

Conrad, allow me the severe displesaure to introduce you to what happens when you cross a wolf and a spider; Aurvon Blackwood, General of the Fey armies; and the obsequious groveling lapdog of the fey court, Puck whom it has been my great pleasure to say that I have only barely not been able to avoid having a conversation with. 

James makes a horrific mockery of a courtly bow.

Oh and Conrad, I wouldn't worry much about reinforcements for that mercenary of yours...

James says glaring directly into his father's eyes

Father cares not for his toys once their usefulness is at an end.  Kill the goblin now or release him... either way hes is a dead vermin, his reinforcements are as likely to kill him as they are you.  Father you have done some terrible things to me in past, this may be the worst.  I have had my suspicions about you in the past, how many of my friends are dead at your request?  I have the count at 1 but I feel there may be more.

Does mother know about this?

Aurvon's face finally betrays some emotion as a small smile creases his lips, a condescending expression of self-satisfaction.

James face twists into a smoldering rage as he stands as taught as a bowstring, if you pluck him he would vibrate right now.

In reply to James (msg # 104):

Aurvon ignores the Lt. Commander entirely and smiles politely at Olek.  Captain, I regret deeply if this personal matter caused you any difficulty.  Certainly, I will make financial amends for any damage done. His eyes dart to James, then quickly back to the Captain.  My son speaks true, I care less for what you do with your Goblin than I do for what I leave in my chamber pot.  If there are reinforcements on the way, they would not have been sent on my orders.  The fact that I'm still discussing that creature with you is beyond my comprehension, Gnome.  As for your laws, those are your concern.  Do with them as you wish.

Without another word, the General of the Fey armies vanishes from the mirror, leaving only Puck with a grin on his face.

In reply to GM (msg # 105):

With a surprising amount of stern collectedness (Spirit 5) and undeniable badassitude (or non-badassitude at the GM's discretion), Alveris simply calls it like he sees it:

"Fuck you Puck."

Alveris, displaying a somewhat surprising amount of composure (Spirit 5) turns and pivots with authority on his left foot, quickly spinning 180 degrees and sauntering away from the mirror.

(OOC)Alveris's spirit animal in this scene is David Caruso on CSI Miami(OOC)

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 106):

James slumps to the floor, all the tension gone from his body.  While looking at his feet, his long silver hair covering his face he says flatly

I know father didn't call just to torture me.  He is not the gloating kind.  What do you want Puck?

In reply to James (msg # 107):

Want?  What do I want?  What a delightful question!  But alas, I have nothing to ask for at this time, yet much to ponder on.

Puck tilts his head back slightly and peers after Alveris.

In truth, I merely tagged along to see how you were all doing.  Take care of yourself Alvie... ALL of you.  I would suggest caution, but there's no fun in that.  Instead, I shall suggest that you all merely keep your eyes open, especially if you find anything interesting to read.

Puck winks and the mirror ripples, then becomes reflective once more.


Olek crosses his arms.  Hmmph!  Lot of good that did.

He points a thick finger at Conrad and Ulthur and orders them to cover the mirror with a cloth and get everyone else out of the communications room.  He then stomps off toward the bridge.

Uthor stares at his own reflection for a few moments, astounded by the magic of the mirror.

Er, that's Uthor, sir, he says... about a minute after the captain walks out.  Shaking the stupor off, he grabs the mirror's cloth and pulls it over the surface, then follows Conrad out of the room.
This message was lightly edited by the player at 05:52, Tue 23 July 2013.

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 109):

After helping cover the mirror, Conrad heads out of the room -- making sure the fey leave with him.  He pauses to secure the hatch, then turns to activate the vessel's internal PA system from a nearby terminal.

"Attention: All crew members are to return to their normal duty posts.  The stowaway situation has been resolved."

As he switches off the PA, he glances at Uthor.  "Except for you," he amends.  "What is your duty post, anyway?"

While Uthor, perhaps taken aback by his interest, formulates a response, he turns to his feyic companions.

"I'm told you it was a pleasure call," he grumbles. "Still, it did provide an interesting lead.  Let's visit our guest one more time."

As if to stifle their objections, he adds, "After that, we'll decide what to do about the poisoned supplies in your room, and maybe get the general's favorite son a stiff drink.  There should still be a little time before we'll have to report to the bridge."

With that, Conrad starts making his way back toward the makeshift brig.
This message was last edited by the player at 14:10, Tue 23 July 2013.

In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 110):

James silently extends his hand towards Conrad to help him up.  He stumbles to his feet and silently shambles after the gnome on his way down to the brig.

As he leaves the room he looks uttelry defeated, looking only at his feet as they mechanically walk behind gnome.  However as he continues to walk he stands more and more upright, and finally he is walking next to Conrad, a wry smile on his lips.

Just before entering the bring he changes his expression from self-satisfaction to the cold fires that he learned from his father.

He allows everyone to file into the room before him.

As you file into the room James remains behind in the shadows.  His lilting voice turns harsh as he uses the goblin's native tongue.  His voice fills the room and the goblin ducks into a corner covering his head with his hands (intimidation roll 9).

He walks slowly towards the cage allowing himself to emerge slowly from the shadows, and his voice softens slightly.

The goblin turns positively obsequious groveling at his feet.  He dismissively kicks the goblin away from him.

Changing to the common tongue James turns to Conrad

This creature he says gesturing at the goblin who is digging deep into his loincloth to scratch himself is but a pawn, as this chain of events was started by my family I shall fix it myself.  This goblin is now mine, he shall be left in the brig unless I have use for him and no harm shall come of him unless I deem it necessary.  He will answer all of your questions truthfully and immediately.

James reverts back to speaking in goblin, the only thing you can make out is Francis.

His name is now Francis he says reverting back to the common tongue.

James flicks the goblin a silver piece, while nowhere near the purse of silver the goblin had on him when captured the goblin seems to appreciate the gesture.

Engineer, Grade 5, C'mmander.

Uthor replies.

's my caste.  They tell me I'm a Warrant Officer, Level 2 in the Navy.

A look of pride washes over Uthor's face.  It's soon replaced by obvious discomfort at James' statement.  More quietly, he whispers to Conrad,

Never heard of somebody buying someone else before.  Giving them a new name.  Just don't seem right to me.

(italics for internal monologue/flavor text)

Alveris strides along with his cohorts, a look of deep, albeit pensive thought transfixed upon his face.

Holy Shit. I actually walked away from him [Puck] and didn't get baited in. I mean, sure, he didn't taunt me at all, but holy shit!

So, Jamie has a new green pet and Gnome #7 now has a name. (Alveris pivots to look at Uthor) Ultron, right? Exciting stuff. So:

Are we going to continue searching the ship for reinforcements we're pretty sure aren't coming (Sorry Francis!), or are we getting ready for our off boat mission to investigate the missing sub? If it's the former, let's get hunting, as time is of the essence. If it's the latter, we should grab the necessary provisions and gear (ever twirling his knives) and then proceed to the bridge to rendezvous with Captain Olek for final approach to the sub.

God, isn't logistical stuff like this the exact sort of thing you get paid for Connie?

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 113):

Conrad stares at Alveris for a moment before replying.

"If you listened half as often as you spoke, you'd have heard me say we'd be joining the captain on the bridge presently.  I want to see exactly how much of your supplies got tainted -- something I thought you'd appreciate, as otherwise I'm going to jettison the whole lot."

His eyes narrow slightly.

"As for the stowaway situation, I don't understand how you could have missed the message I sent booming throughout the ship halting the search."

With that, he turns to James.

"The Warrant Officer's right; there are no slaves on this ship.  The goblin is staying in the brig until we can bring him to trial.  It's an open and shut case, but the law's the law.  Even if you don't press assault charges, he's guilty of stowing away on an Imperial vessel, reckless endangerment, and countless other crimes for which he'll likely be fined, imprisoned, or both."

Satisfied, he addresses prisoner.

"What do you know about the poisoned supplies?  Be quick, be honest, and there's a chance it'll serve you well during your sentencing."
This message was last edited by the player at 16:32, Tue 23 July 2013.

Is there something about ruining barrels?  He did ruin a perfectly good barrel.

Uthor sets to refitting the iron hoop that once held the barrel together.  In a matter of moments, the barrel is good as new [Repair roll of 4].

On second thought, guess it's alright.

In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 114):

Now now, who said anything about a slave?!  He is not a slave, his actual name is

James makes an incomprehensible noise in the back of his throat

So you can call him that or Francis.  Its your choice, I don't care.  As for him being taken to trial this is a matter of Fey jurisdiction as the attack originated with the Fey against a Fey.  He will serve as evidence in an ongoing investigation that I am conducting.  As for the fine, please charge my father as he said that he will provide monetary recompense for any issues that have arised from this family matter.

James kneels down in front of Francis

Answer Conrad, then answer me.  Who sent you on this mission and who paid you.  I know for a fact that father would never get his hands dirty with the likes of you.  If you do not... James lapses into staccato goblin with a twisting a ripping gesture of his hands.

He walks over to Alveris and claps him on the shoulder

Congratulations on that, I didn't think that you were actually striving to not rise to him.

James waits for the goblins answers and will then follow Conrad to the bridge.  He seems to be in much better spirits after the catharsis of the mirror conversation.

In reply to James (msg # 116):

Conrad's eyes flash dangerously, with the first real glint of anger you've seen, at the mention of "Fey jurisdiction".

"You're welcome to petition for his repatriation after his trial is complete."

Having said his piece, he turns and awaits the goblin's response.
This message was last edited by the player at 18:22, Tue 23 July 2013.

Guys, I'd like to be honest with you for a second.

I haven't had a lot of what you'd characterize as "success" on team missions. I'm usually the sort of guy who works behind enemy lines, under enemy's covers (you emphatically know what he's implying)- I work alone.

The last time I did a "team job", well, despite what you've heard about the human kingdom of Germany, they do have SOME laws about underage sex, I ended up in some rather nondescript legal trouble and just had a dreadful time. Oh and the job went totally south.. on me. ..I slept with two 16 year olds and got my partner killed. Whatever. Like YOU'RE perfect.

You guys haven't tried to leave me for dead when I was wounded, you haven't tried to rob me, and I'm pretty sure you aren't outright opposed to my drinking.

I'm willing to call a truce here and admit you might have my best interests in mind. I've got some additional information about this mission that might be important, but we most DEFINITELY should not be talking about it in front of that mirror.

We should also be discussing battle strategy for incursion of the distressed submarine. We should be boarding assuming hostile hold of the submarine, and should be prepared for a fight.

Expect the worst, be surprised by anything less- Alveris Alderis.

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 118):

James gasps and leaps to Alveris' side, feeling his forehead, neck, and wrists.

Your pulse seems fine and you are not fevered... (Heal check 6) get the Fey a drink! he says with rising panic in his voice its either alcohol withdrawal or... *gasp* hes growing up!!!!!!

James can't keep a straight face anymore and breaks out into lightehearted laughter.  Francis has no idea what just happened but throws himself into paroxisms of laughter throwing himself backwards and kicking his feet in the air to ingratiate him to his only hope for salvation.

James wipes a tear from his eye

I'm glad to have you with us on this mission Alveris.  Anything you can contribute will be greatly appreciated.  As you could tell from the discussion infront of that infernal mirror we need your experience as I have only learned what i can from text books.   I have a feeling we'll need the girls sooner rather than later.  If you got my back then I'll have yours.

After a significant pause he adds I think we are being set up to fail.

James extends his arm to Alveris.

Being set up to fail is step 1 in the Alveris Alderis Triple A power play. The extra A is for "awesome"

Alveris reaches his arm out and embraces James's handshake.

Now can we please either start drinking or killing things- all this time spent in tune with my emotions is enough to make me want to vomit.

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 120):

The Goblin, since his laughing fit, has been watching you all with beady, curious, yet somehow glazed eyes.  When there is a lull in the conversation, and a glance from James, he pipes up quickly.

"Francis hired by Fey fuck (anyone who speaks Goblin will be aware that "Fey fuck" is the correct grammatical interpretation of what Goblins call Fey in their language into common) to kill other Fey fuck.  Did not get name of hire-er, only picture of target. Fey fuck hired me was tall, blond.  Put in barrel by Changelings working for Fey fuck.  Orders to kill target, then wait for reinforcements.  Not told about poison."

The Goblin stows the silver piece in his tattered clothes and sits on the cheese wheel nonchalantly.

"You pay Francis, Francis kill for you?  If trial, want Goblin tribunal."

In reply to GM (msg # 121):

James walks from Alveris to Francis,

Francis hired by fey fuck, Francis kill who fey fuck says, Francis kill those who try to kill fey fuck, Francis spies and reports back to fey fuck.  Francis does this and Francis makes much money from cash cow *James points at himself*

How does goblin tribunal work?

In reply to James (msg # 122):

"You pay better than other Fey fuck, Francis work for you."

The goblin grins wickedly.

"Tribunal best way decide guilt and punishment, is Goblin law.  Tribunal too violent for other races."

Adding a murderer for hire to our undersea intrigue? Bringing him with us to a secondary location and immediately trusting him despite knowing how little his loyalty is worth?

What could go wrong?!

..He said, really fucking sarcastically.

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 124):

A Gnomish sailor marches into the cargo hold and heads straight for Conrad, toolbelt clinking against his heavy engineering jumpsuit.  He seems somewhat taken aback by the Goblin perched on the cheese wheel.  As he speaks he never takes his eyes off of it.

"Lr. Commander, sir.  We have finished our initial sweep of the Red Spring.  There don't appear to be any more stowaways.  We could start opening every box, crate, hatch, relief valve, manifold, carburetor, blow-off tube, tub, casket, barrel and flange but that would take considerable time and manpower.  If there's another assassin aboard, he's hidden well."

The Gnome removes his goggles and wipes grease from his face with a gloved hand.

"We've also started checking the supplies for contaminants... but there's a lot to go through.  I spoke with the captain and he said it might be best to just not drink any of the wine, port, sherry or brandy for now.  Vlad took some samples to study when he gets a few minutes, but his guess for now is there are several DIFFERENT types of poison in several barrels."

He reaches into a deep dirty jumpsuit pocket and takes out a balled-up scrap of parchment.

"We found this jammed around the bung hole of an empty beer barrel in the observation deck.  Looks to be a message of some sort."

Good work there, Engineer Sven, but the L'tenant Commander's a bit busy right now um...

(Under his breath) What word did they say to use instead of threatening?

Right!  Encouraging this goblin to help us out.  As your boss, I'll check this out in the meantime.  You keep it up, and I'll stay prouder'n a zebra moose.

The engineer nods and hands Uthor the letter, all the while wearing a confused look on his face.

Prouder than a zebra moose? he mutters.

Uthor stares at the page for a few moments, trying to make sense of the bizarre squiggles written across it.

Commander, I can't make heads or tails of this gibberish.  Can you tell what it says?  Sorry I couldn't save you the time after all.
This message was last edited by the player at 13:44, Thu 25 July 2013.

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 126):

James switches to speaking Fey to Alveris

I'm leaving him in that damn cage until we are above ground and he proves his loyalty.  Besides I want to chase this up the chain, who is doing father's dirty work for him.

James casually strolls over to Uthor and tries to snatch away the sheet of paper with a flourish.  Missing by no more than three feet he falls over the gnome trying to pry the sheet away from his hand.  The gnome holds his arms out and bends his body away preventing the fey from taking the sheet (Sleight of hand 1).

James stands up his hair dashingly tousled, shrugs and walks away from the gnome.

I didn't care to see it anyway, he continues in the fey tongue to Alveris

He addresses the retreating Sven

So what you are telling me is there is no alcohol fit to drink on this ship currently? 

Sven jumps at being addressed and turns

No milord

Weren't you named gunnar yesterday?

No milord

*heavy sigh*

Uthor snatches the note away from James' reach and places it directly into Conrad's hand.

I know you're busy sir, but as my ranking officer, this goes to you first.

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 128):

I'm going to put on my battle turtle neck, my knife wristlets, and my combat boots.

Then I'm heading up to the bridge to liaise with Captain Olek for our final approach to the missing sub. I suggest you all prepare yourselves similarly. I find yogic breathing to be a really beneficial preparatory tactic.

Jamie, you're with me- we should continue traveling in pairs under the assumption the ship is compromised.

(In Fey, to James) Besides, we have matters to discuss.

Conrad snorts dismissively at the words goblin tribunal.

"Even if we did have time for what I can only assume is trial-by-combat, which we don't, that's hardly justice."

He turns to address Sven.

"Thanks, Engineer," says Conrad, apparently eager to have something else that needs his attention.  He turns to the gnome who initially delivered it.  "You and the boys have done good work; no need to tear the ship apart further.  Unless your Warrant Officer has further need of you, return to your duty station.  Things are about to get busy, and we'll need Engineering operating at peak capacity."

He takes the crumpled letter, unrolls it, and attempts to decipher its contents.  While doing so, he calls out matter-of-factly in James's direction.

"Whatever his name is, that goblin is a prisoner of the Empire.  He's staying in the brig until formal charges can be recorded and filed away. We can discuss terms of bail, but I'll be honest - it's not high on my list of priorities right now."

He glances up from the piece of paper and settles his gaze on Alveris.  "You, recall, are not to leave my presence.  Captain's orders.  I'm going to read this while you wait patiently, after which we'll head to the bridge.  Stopping, of course, at your quarters for anything you feel you might need."

He grins slightly, a thought occurring to him.

"If you are actually able to sit still long enough for me to decipher this note, I'll make sure you have a drink in your hand by the time we reach your quarters.  A small token in appreciation of your offer to provide the information for which you are here."
This message was last edited by the player at 15:45, Fri 26 July 2013.

Sure thing, c'mmander.  I mean.  Aye, sir.

Uthor heads to the Bridge.

In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 130):

Marveling silently at the hubris of Conrad, so errantly believing he could lock up a bird meant to fly, Alveris lurches nonchalantly toward the exit.

"Hope you can walk and read simultaneously Connie, because I'm heading to my quarters- you're welcome to do the same. Coming Jamie?"

Barging physical impediment from Conrad, Alveris heads for his quarters.

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 131):

Conrad begins to object, pauses, then simply shakes his head at the Fey's impatience, as if resigned to the fate of perpetual annoyance for the duration of this assignment.

This is exactly why I wanted an hour or two to go over the chain of command with our new communications officer, he thinks bitterly.  A disturbing lack of discipline, but the Captain insisted.  Perhaps later.

Taking the paper, he heads out the hatch.  As they walk, Conrad absently reaches behind himself.  An audible click is heard, followed by a churning sound.  Before long, the sound stops with a dull clang.

In a fluid motion, never breaking stride, Conrad detaches a small metal compartment from the device strapped to his back and takes a hearty swig from its murky contents without even looking at the oil-like liquid within.

"More for me, I suppose." he mutters softly, returning his attention to the crumpled message as they walk.
This message was last edited by the player at 15:39, Fri 26 July 2013.

In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 133):

Battle Turtleneck?  James thinks to him self staring increduously after Alveris.  He follows behind Alveris next to Conrad and watches him drink something for the device on his back.  He shudders to himself not if it was the last drinkin existence...

To Alveris in Fey in an annoyed tone, completely separate from the words

All in good time.  For now we wait.

He turns to Conrad rolling his eyes and switching to common

His stories are even more crass in the fey tongue than they are in common.  Be thankful you didn't hear that one.  He continues to Conrad I am perfectly fine with letting the justice system work on Francis back there.  I can't say I fully trust him but with goblins, silver is 90% of the law, and father's lackey did not give him very much money, so its easy to outbid for his services.

He cranes his neck to try to look at the note.

Maybe you should let Francis have a crack at it... I imagine it likely has something to do with him.  Who else would be able to sneak on this ship and plant a suspicious note with indecipherable scribbles?

A very feint rustling sound can be heard from James as he runs his hands down the chest of his cloth shirt.  Battle turtleneck indeed he thinks smugly.

Suddenly an idea crosses his mind and he runs to catch up with Alveris who had paced ahead of him

Hey Alvie!  How effective is this "battle turtleneck" of yours against oh say... goblin garroting attacks?  I don't suppose in your vast experience in the tanglebrush you have ever come across a strangleroot geist have you?  I'd like to avoid the engine room again if at all possible.

He will go to the quarters following Conrad and will take his rapier and his medical kit.  He looks at the bow and sighs, here you will be no help at all.

In reply to James (msg # 134):

You climb up from the cargo hold onto the officer's level.  When you reach the officer's quarters, James and Alveris duck inside.

In reply to GM (msg # 135):

Conrad positions himself such that the hatch is open, and that he is leaning against the part of the hatch's door that is hinged - preventing it from being closed unless he himself is moved and providing him with a good vantage point for the whole room.

"Be quick about your business.  The Captain's waiting."

Thus parked, he continues to study the strange piece of paper.  He pauses, squints, and twists the paper around 180 degrees.  He furrows his brow, confused.

"Where the devil is the Alabaster Sea?"

He glances at his Feyic companions (who are, one would hope, dressed and armed by now).

"We've got to get to the bridge.  Now," he says, far more curtly than intended.

He holds the piece of paper up so that it can be easily seen.  Scribbles and lines make up the bulk of the paper, forming a crude outline of something.  Landmasses, perhaps?  Scrawled over different sections of the outline are little notes written in an uncommon language.

"The Captain and our Engineers need to be alerted at once," he growls, motioning toward the hatch in gesture meant to indicate the Fey should file out as quickly as possible.  "This thing's written in Low Fey.  We might be infested."
This message was last edited by the player at 20:15, Fri 26 July 2013.

In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 136):

Alveris beams with pride as Jamie asks about the battle prowess of the tactileneck, completely ignoring the obviously displeased Conrad.

"I've got them in black and slightly darker black. You're welcome to a black one"

{You see ten shirts of exactly the same black color with no discernible differences}

Alveris adorns a slightly darker black tactileneck, his leather knife wristlets, leather armor over the tactileneck, a pair of elegant brown leather combat boots, and menacingly slides his shadow knives into their wrist holsters, completing his battle prep.

Let's go throw some knives! Gentlemen, to the bridge!
This message was last edited by the player at 13:21, Sat 27 July 2013.

Uthor leans against the bulkhead at the entrance to the bridge whistling a country tune and twirling his wrench.  Not a euphemism.  His engineer's coat hangs open, revealing the studded leather armor he wears underneath.

Oh good, you maids it.  I was beginning to think I'd forgot something.

He buttons his coat up and moves into the bridge.

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 138):

Conrad heads to the bridge alongside the Fey, still studying the map as he walks.

In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 139):

James quickly removes his shirt revealing that he is wearing a very fancy chain maille vest under his standard shirt.  It sparkles in that special way that only Mithril does.  He grabs one of Alveris' turtlenecks... who promptly slaps his hand and points at a different turtleneck.

Chagrined he dons the tactical turtleneck.

"Well at least now I don't have to find a gorget..."

He follows the group up to the captains quarters.

In reply to James (msg # 140):

The helm is a large curved room which spans two stories of the front end of the Red Spring.  Large hexagons of thick glass make up the front, bolted to a rigid framework of hard steel.  There is very little light here, just a few bluish orbs on the ceiling and the glow of a few dials along the back walls.

The room is largely insulated from the noise of the rest of the ship.  There is only a low humming and the ping of sonar.  Even the gnomes manning the wheel and the instruments speak in low voices as they go about the business of navigating the ship.

Olek Longthrow stands at the end of a long observation catwalk that spans the windows.  His hands are clasped behind his back and he gazes out into the darkness.  He does not acknowledge your entrance.  The hatch closes with a hiss behind you.

As you watch, an intense beam of light pierces the black, shining out from the top of the submarine above your heads out and probing the depths.  The light swings slowly to and fro, revealing all manner of small fish that skitter away to avoid it.  An ugly crag of a rock is illuminated, then the light sweeps down to find the sandy bottom.  It creeps slowly across the seafloor to rest on an object some small distance away.  Another submarine, dark and still on the bottom of the ocean.
This message was last edited by the GM at 11:50, Mon 29 July 2013.

In reply to GM (msg # 141):

Olek twist his head around just enough to see the group out of the corner of his eye.

The ship is called Dark Reach.  I knew her captain well.

Olek orders the crew to keep the spotlight moving during the approach to the other submarine, and to take up a position above its aft and come to a full stop.  He pauses for a moment then orders the torpedo bays loaded.
This message was last edited by the player at 11:53, Mon 29 July 2013.

In reply to Olek Longthrow (msg # 142):

Conrad squints through the gloom until his eyes rest on Uthor's frame.  He walks toward the smaller gnome slowly, so as not to draw too much attention.

"This note you gave me is some kind of map," he whispers.  "And the language is the same that's used by Gremlins and their ilk."

He pauses for a moment to make sure nobody is eyeing him, then continues.

"If there are Gremlins aboard gumming up the clockworks, we're all in deathly danger.  Anything unusual to report from Engineering?"
This message was last edited by the player at 13:31, Mon 29 July 2013.

In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 143):

Not to my knowledge, sir, but we could've missed something.  I'll have them check again.  I hear them gremlins is stickier than a whole mess of pine tar.  Metaphorically speaking, of course.

Uthor catches the attention of one of the lower-grade engineers.

Run down to the engine room and have them do another sweep.

He turns back to Conrad, motioning for him to spread  out the map.Whereabouts you think this is, Commander?

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 144):

Conrad nods with satisfaction as the lower-grade engineer is dispatched, then turns back to Uthor.

"If your men find anything, be sure to report it at once.  I wish this letter could help us pinpoint the trouble, but it's not a map of the ship; it's a map of the ocean."

He beckons for the ship's Navigation Officer to come over to him as he spreads out the map.

"I'll make this quick.  What part of the ocean is this, and are we near it?"

He motions to the map, then pats it softly.

"The back references the Alabaster Sea, but I don't recognize the area that's shown on the front.  If we're not near it, this can wait until after we've explored the Dark Reach."

He glances around himself, suddenly self-conscious of everything going on around them.

"But I'd rather check now than wish I'd checked later."
This message was last edited by the player at 14:15, Mon 29 July 2013.

In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 145):

One of the Gnomes at the controls presses the intercom button and orders the Engineering crew to sweep the engines for Gremlins.

The Navigator squints at the map for a moment.  Olek turns and glowers at it as well.

"I can tell you, Sir," the Navigator says with interest, "that this island is only a few days away for us... maybe a week by sail.  It's not any island I'm familiar with."

He pulls out a gigantic tome of charts and beings to flip through.

"I don't think it's on any of the OFFICIAL Imperial maps..."

In reply to GM (msg # 146):

Conrad nods at the Navigator, then turns to Olek.

"Captain, we found this map stashed in the prisoner's hiding place.  It may be important, especially given where the prisoner came from and who sent him."

He glances up at the approaching vessel and clears his throat.

"Though it's probably not more important than our pressing situation, once we verify there aren't any Gremlins aboard.  If this island is located nearby, we may want to send someone to check it out later.  And the bit about the Alabaster Sea..."

Conrad trails off, furrowing his brow as if trying to remember something long forgotten.  Failing, he continues.

"As such, I formally surrender this intelligence to the Empire, to use as it sees fit.  I'd recommend we get it translated before filing it away."

Conrad grins with a silent thought.

At the very least, it will give our guests something useful to do.
This message was last edited by the player at 20:42, Mon 29 July 2013.

Captain- What can you tell us of the ship and it's commander, or of its mission? Knowing why the sub was in the waters in the first place relative to where we've found her may give us an indication of what to expect when we board the sub.

(OOC) I rolled a 9 Streetwise here. I considered this to be like "gather intel", at the GM's discretion. Alveris knows how to talk. Basically I'm trying to ask him questions in such a manner as to engender response. I'm not trying to trick him or persuade him into anything, just talk the conversation where I want it, at your discretion. My persuasion is same die (d8) if you think that skill is more applicable (OOC)

I too know all to well the mysteris of submarines.

This one time, I was at a swingers gala in Kelethin- that's fey forest city. Amazing views, and a totally kinky section of town called Fletchwood where the gala was held. Anyway, you walk in the door, and they have these incredible wedge salad wraps with fresh vegetables and fruit, sauteed meat and a divine glazing they make with a secret mixture of the Colonel's herbs (Colonel S'Anders, Arch Chef of the Raging Boargasm, Fletchwood's finest inn). They're cut into the shape of various animal sex organs correlating to what animal is inside. The corwkscrew pig wedge is delicious. But I guess that's really more of a submarine in the form of a food, and not necessarily pertinent to the fate of the  Dark Reach the underwater submersible.

(Subtext)Alveris shakes his head in a whimsical gesticulation as he chuckles to himself before retoring to no one in particular:

"The Human language. So nuanced and beautiful- not unlike the denizens of the back alleys of Fletchwood"
This message was last edited by the player at 02:35, Tue 30 July 2013.

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 148):

Olek stares at Alveris for a while, his mouth moving but no words forming.  He shakes his head to clear it.

I don't know what in the ten thundering hells you're talking about Fey, but your understanding of debauchery is beyond debate.


The Dark Reach is a newer model, combination attack/recon.  Her captain was able-bodied enough too.  As to her mission, I can't say much on that.  Last I hear O Her, she was patrolling the border of the Gnomish shield islands.  Some Human whalers were spending more time in the area than we liked and Imperial Command wanted to keep tabs on them.  I haven't heard the name in any rosters or movements lately, but that didn't seem unusual.  She doesn't have a large crew, but likely has advanced weaponry aboard that I'm not at liberty to discuss. 

Olek turns back to the windows and points.  See there?  She's sunk in the muck a bit, but I don't see any damage.  No bubbles means she's still airtight or else already flooded completely.  No buckling of the hull so likely no crash.  Her lights are all out though so either there's no power or she was running silent when she stopped.

He turns to Conrad.

Lt. Commander, take a party over to the Deep Reach in the diving bell. Plan for rescue, but be prepared for anything.

 I'll have this map studied and the ship searched for Gremlins, but you know as well as I that if they're in the works, we'll never find them.

In reply to Olek Longthrow (msg # 149):

"Aye, sir," Conrad responds, complete with a crisp salute.

He points to Uthor and beckons him over, "I've watched you work -- you're about half as fast as my brother, which makes you better 'n most by far.  Exactly the kind of engineer we'll need aboard.  Report with me to the diving bell."

He glances around the bridge with an appraising eye.

"We've room for a few more," he says, sighing as his vision passes over the Fey.  "Any volunteers?"

In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 150):

If you say so, L'tenant Commander.  I am kinda curious what's over there.

Uthor readies his tools and prepares to head out.

Volunteers? More like necessary participants Connie. Have you seen how effective Jamie is at getting choked? Look.

Alveris adopts a decidedly stern, yet somehow saccharine tone, as though you're getting a lecture from beaver cleaver's father

We're going onto a likely hostile sub filled with advanced weaponry and enemy combatants in the middle of the ocean. To say nothing of the terrifying reality of sharks. Or one of us passing gas inside the diving bell while we shuttle over.

Shit's going to get real, people are going to get hurt- maybe die.

Don't you want someone like Jamie around who has a demonstrable track record of almost getting choked to death before you do, and someone like me with a demonstrable record of NOT getting choked to death?

It's called tactical composition of team skill dynamics Connie.

Alveris looks and sounds exasperated, as though he's astonished he has to explain this principle to you.

Are we going to stand here sewing all day, or are we going to get into some undersea hijinks- he asked rhetorically and sarcastically.

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 152):

Conrad sighs and glances at the Captain, who nods his assent.

Why me? he thinks.

"Alright, the two of you, as well.  We'll reserve any extra space to help speed the rescue along, in case we have to evacuate someone."

With that, he gives the Olek a perfect salute, turns, and heads toward the bell.

(OOC: I'm assuming at this point that everyone wants to skip to the bell.  In the event someone does not wish to do so, just post as if you hadn't followed and I'll edit this accordingly)


Conrad approaches the apparatus and, satisfied that everyone has arrived, prepares to deploy it.

"This is a complex maneuver," he says, staring pointedly at Alveris before shifting his gaze to the others.  "Even if you heed nothing else, do as I ask during its operation.  We could easily drown otherwise, and your knives won't save you then."

After ensuring everyone is paying attention, he motions to the diving bell.

"Basically, this is a waterproof box tethered to our vessel.  We'll enter it and be lowered onto the Dark Reach's hatch.  The goal is to open our own hatch on top of it and line them up.  After we equalize the pressure, we'll be free to enter and exit."

He frowns at an afterthought.

"'Course, if the Dark Reach is swamped, we'll have to do a fair bit of pumping first."

Conrad shrugs the thought off and continues.

"The mission is to secure the sub, rescue the crew, and report back."

He turns to Uthor and nods.

"All aboard.  Activate the diving bell."
This message was last edited by the player at 16:34, Wed 31 July 2013.

In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 153):

The diving room is a cramped chamber of winches, chains, equipment racks, diving suits, tools, hoses and pipes.  On the floor are several hatches which allow access to the outside of the submarine, and on a heavy chain in the middle of the room is the diving bell itself.

The bell looks to be forged from a single piece of metal apart from a single round porthole on one side with thick glass bolted into it.

The decks are slick with seawater as you climb under the rim of the bell and up inside it.  You find a thin wooden bench running along the inner diameter.  When seated, the Gnomes are comfortable enough.  The Fey, however, are forced to crouch uncomfortably and tuck their legs up as high as they can to keep their toes from protruding past the bottom lip of the bell.

There are no controls in the bell, only an intercom and a small dim light.  Stowed underneath the bench are a harpoon gun with 2 harpoons, a heavy-duty flashlight for underwater operation, two thick net bags, a spade and 2 aqualungs (with helmets, boots, gloves, etc and emergency beard quick-releases).

The inside of the bell quickly becomes hot and stuffy.  After what seems like far too long, the intercom crackles on.

"Opening hatch, prepare to lower."

Beyond your feet, a round portal slowly grinds open and seawater surges up into the chamber, filling it to a depth of a few inches.  The water is clear where it splashes to the deck, but through the opening you see nothing but blackness.

"Lowering."

The bell gives a lurch and a shudder, then begins to lower.  You all watch the water rise toward you.  At first it seems as if the ocean will keep rising until you all drown, but a few inches past the bottom of the bell, the water stops and becomes calm.

"You're clear of the ship, Lt. Commander.  Moving you toward the target now."

Through the portal, a bright light flashes into view and you can see a portion of the Dark Reach highlighted against the unending black.  She lies completely still in the sand with no lights visible.

The water gurgles beneath your feet as gas escapes outside of the bell, thick air hums through a tube in the top and at the edges of the beam of light from the Red Spring you can see dark shapes stirring.
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In reply to GM (msg # 154):

Conrad peers into the brackish depths as best he can.

[Notice: 7 (exploded wild die)]

"There she is; we should be docking soon."

He activates the intercom and squints again into the darkness.

"Red Spring, think you can steady the clockwork torch to cover our approach?"
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There who is?  Oh you mean the ship.  Let's go.

[Notice 1]

Alveris looks visibly dismayed as he notices the shapes just outside his damp glass prison.

(With a playful tinge of exasperation and disappointment) *sigh* "I guess those things outside probably aren't the big chested, morally ambiguous mermaids I ordered from that gnome in the engine room. Lying Bastard- He said he knew  a guy!"

(OOC)Persuasion 11 on the story. I rolled the die wrong. I have a d8 persuasion, +2 when it's non combat rolls. My wild die, the d6, is what crit, and reroll max made it a 9. +2 for edge, 11 total. Sorry for the math interruption.

I apply persusasion in this case to mean Alveris is telling you a story he wants you to believe in some way, not necessarily as a truth but a possibility of plausible happenstance- Jon's discretion obviously.

Perhaps a kernel of undeniable (at least to your opinion's) belief that this story might somehow be true, implausible though it may seem? You decide. (OOC)

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 157):

Uthor nods with a puzzled exprrssion on his face, never making eye contact with Alveris.  Might be because he doesn't quite understand all those words.

[Notice 6]

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 157):

Conrad stares blankly at Alveris for a moment, brows furrowed skeptically.

[Knowledge: Mermaids (Untrained): 5]

"Matters of personal pleasure will have to wait until after the mission," he says, as if by rote.

"But... mermaids.  Interesting.  I'd be eager to know which crewman arranged with you to - "

Conrad's response is cut short by the searing illumination of the clockwork torch, obediently swinging their way to bathe their destination -- and the path to it -- with sorely needed light.
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In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 159):

Alveris heaves a hearty sigh in ascenting acknowledgment of Conrad's assessment before lurching to the side as the ship tows downward deeper into the oncoming abyss of unassuming doom he assumed was waiting for them.

(Solemnly)I never get what I want for my birthday.

(Looking at Uthor, a faux exasperated plea) Hey Ultron, you haven't made but a peep. You're an honorary part of our otherwise exclusive band of misfits. Chin up buddy!

Uthor looks over, nods, and unsheathes a narrow dagger none of you had noticed until now.

To everyone

Might be somethin' in there that doesn't want us botherin' it.

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 161):

James to this point has been silently rubbing his hand back and forth across the healing scar on his neck.  He has been fidgeting in his seat when Uthor unsheathes his dagger he jumps up with wild panic in his eyes (Fear check 2).

I shouldn't have come he says quietly What are we doing?  I need to go back!  I must go back!!!

James starts looking around for controls to go back up.  He points wildly outside of the bell

What in the name of queen Titania is that thing?! (notice 10)

In reply to James (msg # 162):

As the bell descends and slides toward the Dark Reach you can see more detail of the surrounding sandy bed and of the submarine itself.

The shadows at the outskirts, however, become no more clear.

The bell shudders and shakes, then stops completely.  Through the porthole you can see that you are just over and to the port of your quarry.

The intercom squawks to life:

"Sorry, Sir.  The winch has stopped responding, there's something wrong with the belaying gear switchover.  Should be fixed soon enough, but you should be close enough to swim.  Your engineer can use an aqualung to open the hatch."

If you look at just the right angle, you can see a portion of the Dark Reach's hull illuminated beneath your feet and a dark circle that must be the hatch.

In reply to GM (msg # 163):

Conrad glances at the short distance between the bell and the sunken submarine for a moment before turning to Uthor.

"I'm no scientist, but... it seems to me that if we open the hatch without docking properly, it'll flood the Dark Reach for sure.  Am I missing something?"

In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 164):

Alveris opens and closes his mouth multiple times in rapid succession, looking very much the excited child with his hand in the cookie jar, unsure which tasty treat to grab onto first.

Relax Connie. Ultron's going to get us into the sub just fine. Worst case scenario, Ultron fights a couple mermaids off- and wouldn't that be an awesome story? UNDERWATER MERMAID FIGHTS!

Alveris heartily pats Uthor on the back.

Chin up, Buddy!

Well, it would... I'm not rightly sure.  Never been this far underwater before.

[Knowledge (Engineering) 2]
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I reckon I can give it a try then.  Might it be a good idea to have two of us go together?  L'tenant Commander?  Don't think those two will fit in our aqualungs.

Uthor opens the latches on the aqualung and cringes.

Whoo whee!  It's darker'n the underside of a cow in there.  Smells worse too.

Reluctantly, he sheathes his dagger and enters the aqualung, securing all the necessary switches and levers.

Feel free to join me in the other one, C'mmander... sir.

With a hiss of air pressure, Uthor grabs the flashlight, leaves the bell in the aqualung and heads for the Dark Reach.

EDIT: Note that the light from the bell is currently sufficient.  Uthor has not turned on the flashlight yet - he's just holding it.
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In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 166):

Conrad examines the remaining aqualung dubiously before beginning to don the apparatus.

[Boating Check for Aqualung Use: 9]

"The boys should have this crate moving toward the hatch again in no time, he says, turning to Alveris.  "In the meantime, sit tight and cover us.  Maybe calm your friend down a bit.  Use those nets to retrieve us if something happens, and radio for help if needed.  See you ship-side."

With that, he finishes suiting up, grabs a harpoon gun and both harpoons, loads it, and follows Uthor into the briny depths - keeping enough distance between them to adequately cover the engineer with the weapon at a decent angle.
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In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 167):

Leaning somewhat more comfortably in the now gnome free diving bell, Alveris is despaired by James's terror.

With an exasperated sigh, Alveris imparts unexpected wisdom as only he knows how _{(Persuasion 9, though, what skill does one roll to give colorful advice? Jon's call. I honestly view the persuasion check for these ramblings as more like "How serious you're forced to consider that some of what you just heard might be true" and not "You've been bamboozled!")}

Chin up, Jamie. So you're Dad's apparently THAT General Blackwood. It's pretty clear he tried to kill you. _(solemnly)That's obviously not great.

This is life- bad things are going to happen to you, and the really bad things usually involve people you care about. But you can't get all mopey everytime someone tries to kill you.

You survived almost dying today, and now that dickbag goblin is basically your slave for life. Not only did you not die, but now you're on some kickass underwater sea adventure with maybe big breasted mermaids, definitely gnomish intrigue, and probably awesome magical shit.

Right now, the only things on your mind should be- "There better be big breasted mermaids" and "I'm not actually confident I know how to swim. Probably won't come up." ..That's what I'm thinking.
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In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 168):

James briefly freaks out clawing at the windows when he hears there is a problem... but Alveris' voice soothes him and he begins to relax.  During Alveris' continued talk he looks down uncomfortably while he despondently picks at his rapier.

You know why he can't stand me?  I hate fighting, I hate battle, I hate bloodshed and everything to do with it.  That is why I learned medicine instead of combat.  Can you imagine... Rhaveen Blackwood, son of Aurvon Blackwood; yes that Aurvon Blackwood, hero of the fey military general of the armies... (his voice rises as he speaks) can be found in the nurses tent with the women and invalid healers.  In all honesty the thought of harpooning a shark (literally not figuratively) kinda makes me sick.   If push comes to shove I don't know how useful I'll be, the reason I carry a bow and arrow is that I hate being that close to battle.  At least with the bow I can do it from afar, the rapier is primarily a defense weapon.  If shit gets real... I'll need your support, and if things go wrong (he pats his medical satchel) I'll fix you up.  (He looks around thoughtfully)

I never thought I would see the botttom of the ocean like this... oh and those mermaids have big pecs... not big breasts... more to Puck's flavor than my own... and I do know how to swim.  he chuckles ruefully.  Though you know it is kinda badass to have a pet goblin assassin; can't believe I never thought of it before.

Switching to fey and pointing at the speaker box he whispers just barely loud enough to hear
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In reply to James (msg # 169):

People just don't appreciate the value of healers until they've had an STD. Life goes on as usual and suddenly you're junks red and oozing and you need a poultice. People sing a different tune after an experience like that _{(he states matter of factly)}

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Uthor continues to trudge across the muck at the bottom of the sea, clambering up onto the slanted deck of the Dark Reach and finding his footing.  Tucking the flashlight under his arm, still turned off, he reaches down and grabs the wheel on the hatch.  His muscles tense within the aqualung, and he attempts to turn it.

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 171):

Outside the Bell:

The seafloor is soft and the leaden boots of the Gnomish aqualungs sink past the ankles.  The only sound is the hiss of air in your helmets.

You make your way to the Dark Reach slowly but unimpeded and are able to climb up the slanted sides without too much difficulty.

Ulthor takes the lead and finds his way by means of external rungs, to an airlock hatch.  Beside the heavy door itself are two levers labeled "Wet" and "Dry" (Gnomish) and beside that a winch with hook (intended to pull things over toward the hatch).

Inside the Bell:

As the Fey are talking, they notice suddenly that things have gotten much quieter.  Peeking out the porthole, you can see the two Gnomes climbing the submarine's hull.

You scratch your heads until you realize that the silence is because there is no longer air bubbling out from underneath the bell.

There is also no air being pumped into the bell through the ceiling vent anymore.

"Trouble with the pumps" a voice crackles over the intercom "Should be fixed soon, sorry, Sir.  We've got all manner of malfunction up here."

Outside the Bell:

As Ulthor reaches for the hatch, Conrad glances back.  He can make out the light within the diving bell and the running lights of the Red Spring.  However, for a few seconds, those lights wink out, then come back on.

[a slight revision of the previous post] Uthor grabs the hook on the wench and pulls out the line, trudging back through the muck and hooking it to the diving bell.  He returns to the ship and activates the wench.

[OOC]Does the wench activate properly?  What is the wet/dry lever currently set to?[/OOC]

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 173):

That... that can't be good Conrad thinks as the lights flicker on the Spring.

Still carefully holding the harpoon gun, he makes his way toward the Dark Reach to supervise the winch's operation - and, if necessary, to assist it manually.  He keeps a closer eye on the sub and bell, watchful for additional disruptions similar to the power surge/outage he previously witnessed.
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In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 174):

Outside the Bell:

The hook and line from the winch unwind easily as Uthor trudges back toward the bell.  Reaching up, there is a ring just within reach of him to attach the hook to.  Uthor gives the line a pull and it seems secure.  He begins to walk back toward the airlock.

[OOC] There is no control for the winch on the outside of the sub, it must be somewhere inside.  The lever is currently set to "Dry".

Within the Bell

The temperature rises and the air begins to thicken.  Or is that just your imagination?

Outside the Bell:

The searchlight from the Red Spring flickers off for a second, then back on again.  In that time, one of the dark shapes has taken full form and is moving toward you.

Uthor appears to have noticed it coming.

(Combat rounds)


Conrad - Jack of Clubs (1st)
Shark - 9 of hearts (2nd)
Uthor - on hold (can go 1st if he wants)
James/Alveris - on hold

"Is it getting harder to breathe in here, or am I finally succumbing to undersea dementia? Probably merits a follow up."

As the hook clicks into place on the ring of the diving bell, Uthor turns to see a shark quickly approaching.  His mind racing, he clicks on the flashlight, making the beam dance over a bed of coral nearby.  Several reflective fish dart out, creating glinting patterns of light.

The shark turns to look at this new and interesting development.

[Smarts Trick: Uthor 5, Shark 2.  Basic success.]

Taking advantage of the brief distraction, Uthor makes his way back to the hatch on the sub.

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 177):

The dancing lights draw Conrad's attention from the sub to the shark, which causes him to take a startled half-step backwards.

Where's... he thinks, turning his head in time to see Uthor clambering toward the Dark Reach.  Excellent.

He steadies himself and raises the loaded harpoon gun in the nearly mechanical manner of a gnome who's done it a thousand times before, and calmly activates the triggering mechanism.

[Shoot Advanced Weapons: 1 - CRITICAL FAIL]

OOC: I'd like to Benny this; do you allow it on snake eyes? Many GMs do not.

The jagged bolt flies from the barrel with a burst of steam and bubbles, hurtling toward the shark with surprising speed before missing it completely and burying itself securely into the coral bed.

Conrad curses his luck and starts to load the second harpoon.
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In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 178):

Conrad struggles with the second harpoon.

He realizes that, somehow, he has gotten the harpoon sling and latch mechanism caught in the air supply hose of his helmet.

The shark darts over to where the light was shining and moves out of sight for an instant before turning back.

Conrad - 3 of diamonds - 3rd
Shark - 5 of spades - 2nd
Ulthor - 8 of spades - first
Fey - hold action

The shark is fast enough to move into range and attack

Ulthor is at the base of the Dark Reach  He can climb to the hatch in 1 round.

Conrad is standing by the hatch.
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In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 176):

James continues quietly talking to Alveris in Fey


James jumps as the ship goes silent

What the hell is going on?  Why aren't we bubbling?

Alveris' talk seems to still be exerting a calming effect on him.  The voice crackles over the loudspeaker indicating the problems with the system.

YOU HAD DAMN WELL BETTER GET IT FIXED SOON!!! I DIDNT SURVIVE A GOBLIN ATTACK TO DIE IN A TIN CAN!  He screams impotently at the speaker.

James begins hyperventilating quietly on the bench.

He looks at Alveris and wheezes

I thought it was just me

*OOC: How far from the airlock are we in the diving bell?  Is it feasible to swim back to the boat?*
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In reply to James (msg # 180):

You could certainly try to swim... it's not THAT far.

Swimming directly to the airlock would be, likely 2 round of swimming/holding your breath.

In reply to GM (msg # 181):

Uthor clicks off the flashlight to avoid drawing attention to himself, but the shark has probably already seen it, unless something else gets its attention.

[Stealth 2]

Then, he clicks it onto his suspenders and climbs to the top of the Dark Reach.

In reply to James (msg # 180):

We give the gnomes 1 minute to figure it out. If they don't, we go outside and swim toward the sub because maybe we won't suffocate to death in there.

Alveris gleefully tosses a knife in his hand and pantomimes swimming with it between his teeth.

"Look how fricking badass I'm going to look!"

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 183):

He continues in Fey

Responding in Fey

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 185):

The shark loops around the diving bell once (flashing past the porthole)

It darts over toward Conrad and makes to snap at him but is put off by the flailing Gnome (Fighting 4).

In reply to GM (msg # 186):

Conrad manages to extract his harpoon sling from his air supply, dodging the shark's lunging attack in the process - though quite by accident.

[Agility check: 10]

Thus freed, he steadies the loaded harpoon gun and waits for the right opportunity should the shark make the mistake of interrupting Uthor's efforts.
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Whenever Uthor's initiative arises next, he flips the lever from Dry to Wet, unsure of which is the correct choice, guessing randomly since he has no idea how the system works.

[Knowledge (Engineering) 1]

Then, he attempts to activate the wench, to no avail.

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 188):

Conrad - 6 of spades (2nd)
Shark - Queen of spades (1st)
Ulthor - 4 of hearts (3rd)
Fey - holding in bell

The shark redoubles its attack on the now armed Gnome.

It chomps at Conrad but is wary of the speartip and fails to connect (Fighting 5)

In reply to GM (msg # 189):

That's the last nibble you're going to get, Conrad thinks, taking careful aim at the beast before again tapping the trigger.

[Shoot Advanced Weapons: 5]

The shark lets out an underwater roar as the barbed projectile buries itself into its flank (Damage: 8).  Blood streams from the wound.

The shark is Shaken.

Conrad then shoulders the gun and hustles over to the hatch.
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Uthor flips the lever from Dry to Wet, unsure of which is the correct choice, guessing randomly since he has no idea how the system works.

[Knowledge (Engineering) 1]

Then, he attempts to activate the wench, to no avail.
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In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 191):

There is a slight grinding and rumbling noise from the Dark Reach.   As the airlock cycle completes, the hatch wheel pops up to become accessible.

Uthor gives it a couple turns and the outer hatch swings open (the airlock now being flooded).

The airlock looks about large enough to fit one and the inner door is, naturally, closed.

Next round:

Outside the Bell

Conrad - Ace of Spades (2nd)
Shark - 8 of diamonds (3rd)
Ulthor - Joker (first, +2 action and +2 damage)

Ulthor is at the airlock.
Conrad and the shark (Fred, in case you care) are in close combat nearby.


In the Bell

Fey are holding.

The air is getting thin...
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Uthor is wherever the wench activation thingy is.  If that's inside the airlock, then cool.

He activates the winch mechanism with ease, and the cable starts to reel in, pulling the diving bell with it.

[Knowledge (Engineering) 14]
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In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 193):

Conrad, engaged in close combat with the shark, ponders his options.

I could just hit him, he thinks, but I don't know if that'll actually hurt him.

He then notices the harpoon still jutting from the shark's flank.

That'll do.

Conrad makes a quick feint toward the shark, noting its reaction time to be a bit sluggish, and then commits to the maneuver, lunging forward with as much speed as he can muster to grab the harpoon by its shaft.

[Fighting: 5 + 2 WILD ATTACK = 7 - target Shaken, so not opposed]

Gotcha!

Grabbing the protruding handle, Conrad gives it a savage twist (Damage (if d6+STR) = 3 + 2 WILD ATTACK = 5), shredding the shark's internals and causing additional blood to spurt from the wound.

Conrad waits to see if the shark is dead and, if it is, yanks out the harpoon before heading over to assist in docking the incoming diving bell.
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In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 194):

Outside the Bell

The shark thrashes a bit on the end of the harpoon, then floats gently to its side.

It is very dead, it's blood dissipating slowly into the water...

The winch retract mechanism kicks on, pulling the bell toward the airlock.

In the Bell

The bell shakes and shudders, both Fey must cling to the walls to avoid falling.  With a creak the bell shifts sideways slightly and starts to drift toward the Dark Reach.

However, your prayers are answered:  with a whoosh fresh air begins pumping again.

"Sorry about that.  Think we got it patched now," the voice in the intercom says.

In reply to GM (msg # 195):

As the bell approaches the airlock, Conrad climbs up into the bell until it is firmly seated on top of the Dark Reach.

Uthor pulls the "cycle" lever in the airlock and water is pumped out of it, allowing those in the bell to look down upon it.

The bottom door of the airlock is still closed.  Uthor is in the airlock, Conrad James and Alveris are in the bell.

In reply to GM (msg # 195):

As the bell approaches the airlock, Conrad climbs up into the bell until it is firmly seated on top of the Dark Reach.

Uthor pulls the "cycle" lever in the airlock and water is pumped out of it, allowing those in the bell to look down upon it.

The bottom door of the airlock is still closed.  Uthor is in the airlock, Conrad James and Alveris are in the bell.

In reply to GM (msg # 197):

With the bell safely locked into place, Conrad extracts himself from the aqualung and sets it aside.  He then reloads the harpoon gun and slings it over his shoulder along with the backpack-like contraption he'd drank from back on the Spring.

"We're locked into place," he says into the intercom.  "Accessing the Dark Reach shortly."

"Everything ok up here?" he asks the obviously agitated fey, disengaging the intercom before calling down to Uthor.

"All secure, Warrant Officer; let's get that door open."
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In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 198):

"Working on the problem, Sir," comes the reply.  "Pump and winch back together.  Looks like we... had a few screws missing."

Uthor knocks on the diving bell door to indicate that everything is locked in and ready to go down here.  He gets ready to open the inner door as soon as everyone is ready to go.

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 200):

Conrad responds to the knocking by turning the hatch's mechanism, opening the portal.

"Good work, Uthor," he says, preparing to descend.  "Let's get moving."

With everything hooked up and ready, Uthor flicks on the flashlight and pulls the door open, stepping through and making an effort to stay quiet.

[Stealth 4]

The Dark Reach lies ahead.
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In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 202):

Conrad motions for James and Alveris to follow the open doorway, intending to take up the rear.  He leaves the diving bell's hatch open in preparation for a potentially hasty escape - and to keep the air from the bell flowing into the submarine should it be required.

What he does not do, however, is make even the slightest attempt at stealth, each heavy step sending resounding echoes throughout the cold, metallic halls.

As he walks along, he takes a moment to check for lights on the instrument panels - specifically, to look for the Dark Reach's intercom system.

[Notice or Boating: 13]

Maybe we can sync up to the Spring, he muses silently.  Or do a shipwide broadcast looking for survivors.
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In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 203):

Everything is good to go in here Connie. A quick near death experience where we stopped being provided fresh air to breathe and our only means of transportation ceased functioning, and it appears you had a quick run-in with some particularly lively sushi, but we're no worse for the wear otherwise.

(Streetwise 7- I was thinking of this as more of a smarts/gather intel check, and I've built in limitations based on my unfamiliarity with boats)

Perhaps as opposed to announcing our presence to all potentially allied and hostile forces over the ship intercom as Connie is nobly suggesting, we could make for a local information center. I'm not familiar with gnomish submarine layouts, but one would imagine that a relative indication of the current habitation of the ship could be obtained from heading to the bridge or the engine room; it seems such centers of command and utility are unlikely to be unattended on an inhabited vessel. How we get to those places without attracting attention is beyond me..

Until we can confirm the ship is abandoned or otherwise under friendly control, we should assume we are in hostile territory. Letting your guard down because everything seems safe is exactly how you end up getting drugged by an apparently 16 year old girl and tied to a bed in Tangiers getting robbed of your every possession by what you have now learned to be an untrustworthy pimp named Tiny.

Alveris giddily descends from the bell and into the airlock, striding confidently into the now exposed airlock leading into the Dark Reach, one of his trusty knives gripped knowingly in each hand.

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 204):

The airlock being large enough for only one (and even then Fey must get into a near-fetal position), you take turns climbing down, cycling the airlock for each person.

Uthor goes first, followed by the Fey and then Conrad, making various levels of ruckus.

The room you climb into is dark and silent.  By the light of Uthor's flashlight, Conrad finds the switch for the lights and toggles it (once).  One large greenish bulb flickers on, but does nothing to alleviate the gloom.

The Dive room of the Dark Reach is far smaller than that of the Red Spring.  It has only a few equipment racks, an airlock in one ceiling, a moon pool in the floor (simple airlock with only one door, look it up if you don't believe me) which is currently closed.  There is a single door (heavy hatch) leading deeper into the sub.

There is an intercom on the wall.

As you climb down, you notice that the air is stale, as if the oxygen pumps are either not working, the vents are clogged, or the pumps are working at a reduced rate.

There is also a thick smell in the air that reminds you of perfume, but it is no fragrance you can place.

The equipment racks are empty.  There are no harpoon guns, tools or aqualungs left.

On the wall there is scrawled two messages (in Gnome):

"Traitors and Betrayers"

and

"Liars liars everywhere and not a drop to drink"

There is a body crumpled against the hatch leading deeper into the sub.

Uthor looks at the intercom for a moment, flashlight glinting off the rivets as he examines it to see if it's in working order.  Unfortunately, it must be an older model or something, as he doesn't seem to be able to make heads or tails of it, at least without accidentally breaking it.

[Knowledge (Engineering): 2]

I don't know what's down there, but I've got a bad feeling about this.

He then turns and whispers something to Conrad in Gnomish before approaching the hatch, shining the light onto the closed door, ready for it to be opened.

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 206):

Conrad responds to Uthor in Gnomish, looking at the grisly scene with interest.

He moves over to the body and flips it over, so that it is face-up.

Who were you, what was your rank, and how did your die? he thinks.

[Notice: 3]
[Knowledge (Military): 5]

He then reaches over his shoulders and makes a few adjustments to the bundle on his back.  There's a click, a whirring sound, and soon he is armed with a strange contraption that looks like a cross between a chainsaw and a battleaxe, connected by steel tubing and wires to a metallic tank of some kind still affixed to his back.

"No mercy for traitors," he glowers, in Common.  "Open the hatch."

In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 207):

The corpse is that of a Gnomish sailor.  From his uniform he was an engineer, Lt. grade.

His face and hands are bloated and swollen and his skin has turned dark purple.  His eyes are swollen shut and his lips have turned black.

Uthor presses the button on the intercom but gets only static.

I'm gonna have a bit of a time with that hatch with only one hand.

Uthor waves the flashlight slightly to indicate his contribution.

And trust me, I think we're gonna want to be able to see when we open that thing.

He gestures toward the hatch, indicating that one of the fey should probably open it.

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 209):

Conrad says something in Gnomish, then nods, gripping his weapon securely and moving within range of the hatch - but not so close that his presence would inhibit opening it.

"Aye, fair point - and since the COMMO seems to have his hands full of knives... James, would you be so kind?"

He shifts his stance slightly.

"Purple and black on gnome usually means a drowning, a drubbing, or a poisoning, far as I know," Conrad says, half to himself.  "At least two of those, I can cut."
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Uthor responds in Gnomish, taking a moment to look at the dead sailor, passing his flashlight over him, then indicating toward James with his head.  He then turns the beam back to the hatch.

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 211):

Conrad replies in Gnomish, shrugs, and casts an appraising eye over James.

Switching to common, he addresses the fey.

"You tended to Alveris when he was poisoned earlier.  Are you a medic?  Do you know how this sailor died?  It might be worth knowing what we're in for."

In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 212):

Apropos of all the class that is Alveris Alderis,

Something in here reminds me of a woman I had once..the woman; the scent in the air stirs memories in my mind and a not unwelcome bloodflow through my body.

(Out loud, to no one in particular, as though recounting details for a band of brothers) Legs that didn't quit, great neckline, and you could fit literally anything in that huge mou..

While you can never be truly sure Alveris is telling the truth, you get the distinct feeling he was describing an actual memory of an actual event to you. Whether the woman was real, or it was only his perception, Alveris believes what he's telling you, empirically.

Sorry, lost control of my wits there for a second, but then again, that perfume often has that effect on me. And shiny objects. ..I've got a pretty short attention span.
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In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 212):

James who looked the worse for the wear during his time in the bell has kind of a haunted look about him.

Yes I have had medical training.  He says mechanically in response to Uthor.  He kneels down and looks closely at the gnome, He's certainly dead... I have no idea what could have caussed this (heal check 2)he closely scrutinizes the gnome for any physical hints of what could have happened to him (notice 11).

James then speaks in high pitched slightly lilting gnomish


He looks over his shoulder at Alveris while pulling out his rapier and setting it next to the hinges of the door so he can pick it up as he ducks out of the way

Ready?  He asks in common

When everyone is ready I will slowly open the hatch taking care to ensure that as little of me is exposed to what is on the other side as possible (stealth 5)
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In reply to James (msg # 214):

James tugs on the hatch.  It does not move.

James tugs harder, putting his weight into it.  It does not move.

James attempts to turn the hatch sealing wheel.  It does not move.

He scratches his head and locates a heavy lever marked "Hatch seal manual emergency lock".  He clicks it open, thus unlocking the sealing wheel.

James spins the wheel with all the grace of a roulette table, and pulls the door open, carefully shielding himself with it.

A blast of air hits you all, swirling through your hair and clothes.  The room now smells fresher, but the scent of perfume is far stronger.

Two dead Gnomes, who had been leaning against the door as if trying to force their way in, fall slowly inward and lay on the floor.  They appear to have died in the same manner as the first.  They are armed (hand axe for one and two repeaters for the other, but the repeaters are empty.)

Through the open door, you see another small room.  Similar to the code room of the Red Spring, this room has a plurality of maps and documents piled in racks.  There is also a table with a map of the area.

From here, there is a hatch leading fore, and one in the floor leading down.

In reply to GM (msg # 215):

Conrad glances at the two fallen sailors, mentally noting their ranks and frowning.

[Knowledge (Military): 3]

A few clicks and a whirrrr later, his power axe is stowed safely against his back, leaving his hands free.  He then searches the bodies quickly (even the first body, who was not similarly searched before now).  Conrad is checking specifically for keys, paperwork, and ammunition in the uniform pockets that are supposed to contain them.  If he finds none there, it does not occur to him to search elsewhere on their person.

[Limited Notice: 2]

If no one else makes a move for them, he will retrieve the pair of repeaters as well.  Upon doing so, Conrad attempts to determine whether it looks like they had are empty because they were discharged, or because the previous owner never got the chance to finish arming himself.

"That's three sailors down, and these two while armed and looking for trouble.  But which were the traitors, and which the betrayed?"

Conrad looks lost in thought for a moment, then shakes his head decisively.

"I'm going to report to the Red Spring - the crew is likely lost, and the Captain will want to know that.  Uthor, you and the others can carry on to the Code Room.  I'll be right behind you.""

He snorts is disgust at the increasingly powerful aroma wafting through the local atmosphere.

"We should hurry; the Reach smells like a Feyic brothel.  Must be the bodies.  If we didn't need to conserve the aqualungs' air supply, I'd be tempted to put mine back on."
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In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 216):

James looks uneasily at the corpses.

Something did this, and its likely still here.  I say we go back to the Red Spring and use that torpedo the captain loaded a while back.

I say we take a look at that code room.  Them maps could probably show us what this ship was after.

Uthor picks up the hand axe, readies it, switching the flashlight to his left hand, and moves cautiously into the code room, examining the maps as he goes.  He seems to be taking it all in while keeping one eye on the hatches in case of trouble.

[Notice 11]

And if it wasn't assumed already, the aqualung is off.

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 218):

The dead Gnomes have a few personal effects (a couple coins, a whistle, etc.)

One (from the group in the strategic/code room) has a heavy key that appears to be the master key for the Dark Reach.  It would not have worked, however, since the emergency lock was manually engaged in the Dive Room.

Normally the lock is intended to seal doors against explosive decompression, leaks, gas attack, intrusion, etc.

The repeaters still have cartridges in them, but the cartridges have been fired.

Conrad climbs back up into the diving bell and clicks on the intercom.  There is only static.

In the Code room, the light flickers intermittently, but nothing jumps out at Uthor.

He does notice, however, that the other hatches also have their manual emergency locks engaged.

In reply to GM (msg # 219):

Confused by the bark of static, Conrad pushes the button and tries again.

"Anyone out there?"

The squark of static being his only answer, Conrad sighs.

"Typical.  Ah well, we'll note it after the mission is over."

He makes his way back to the code room, keeping the master key easily accessible in a convenient zippered pocket.

"Red Spring's still having mechanical trouble.  The intercom's dead - we're on our own."

Conrad glances over the maps, anxiously looking for anything recognizable on the pile of maps strewn around the room.

[Notice: 7]

"Anyone find anything interesting?"
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Uthor looks for waterproof map tubes (like you would almost certainly find on an underwater ship) to store some of the more interesting maps in, rolling them up and taking them along.

The pressure locks popped like corn on a hot day.  Be careful opening them hatches.

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 221):

Conrad blinks at Uthor's comment, then checks the doors for himself.

"You're right. What could have caused that?  Protocol states such security measures are only appropriate in a handful of very dangerous situations..."

[Knowledge (Boats): 4]

"Most of which threaten the ship's stability.  But we seem airtight and watertight, still. Hmm."

Conrad sighs, helpless without further information.

"Maybe we should find the engine room.  The search'll be much easier if we can restore power and get our 'coms back online."
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In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 222):

(Giddily) And we're likely to find the source of what's keeping us afloat and situationally disabled by heading to the engine room or main bridge. What a splendid idea Connie. (Sarcastically) I probably should have suggested that exact idea a minute ago when I made that exact suggestion.

Half to the engine room, half to the bridge, or are we eschewing the tropic norms for this circumstance and sticking together?

Alveris twirls his knives aimlessly in his hands

Either way, we need a plan, and quickly, and we should only be going forward in battle formation. I would suggest the Lt. Commander and his magic whirring death axe are in the front, and with my height and range via the girls, I take up the rear. But what do I know, I'm just a sot with situational bouts of imposed sobriety

(Becoming altogether terrified) OH GOD THE NOTE SAID THERE'S NO BOOZE ON THIS SHIP EITHER!

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 223):

Conrad thinks for a moment, then nods.

"Aye, I've got the master key and Uthor's scooped up the best of the maps.  We've done what we can here."

He looks at the various hatches and settles on the one he figures leads to the engine room.

[Knowledge (Boats): 5]

"The bridge'll do us no good without a proper source of power.  Let's figure that out, first.  All at once, I think - wouldn't want anyone getting lost in the larder."

Conrad glances up at the flickering lights, shrugs, and turns the release lever on the selected hatch.  Gripping the wheel, he turns it gracelessly and swings it open.

"After me, then.  James, you're next - in case we see something else that's dead in ways I don't understand.  Don't get too close, mind you, or Brandy here might take a finger when she kicks into gear.  Uthor third, to keep at least some light shining, and Alveris in the rear, as requested."

He turns to look at Alveris over his shoulder before proceeding in to the hatch.

"Don't make me regret trusting you with our flank."
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In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 224):

Don't worry Connie... I'll stay very well back.  I can't quite figure out those bodies but it is very possible there is something alive and nasty roaming this ship... we may have been better off if we had brought Francis and we can send him ahead.

So what we will do is you go in, and I'll wait until your signal to follow.
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In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 224):

Conrad opens the hatch in the floor and lifts it easily.

He peers down.  The room below is not well lit, and it appears that there is a few inches of water on the floor.  The room below looks to be some sort of maintenance access, there are dials, levers and wall-to-wall pipes.

In reply to GM (msg # 226):

Conrad looks down into the dark, damp room and squints.

"Uthor?  I believe we'll need your expertise here."

Uthor peers around in the darkness with his flashlight, looking for anything dangerous or useful.

[Notice 7]

Nothing about the equipment rings any bells, though.

[Knowledge (Engineering) 2]

Think I saw somethin' moving down there.  Can't quite say what.  Maybe the man with the axe should investigate.
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In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 228):

The water in the next chamber is still.  The room seems to slope gently deeper into the sub.

Leaning over and craning your neck, you can make out another hatch leading fore and down.

Out of the corner of your eye, you think you see something moving between the pipes, but when you shine the light that way, there's nothing but pipes.

In reply to GM (msg # 229):

"You all worry too much.  Just a few bolts loose, I'm sure.  Let's take a look at these dials and see what we're dealing with here."

With that, Conrad climbs down into the chamber, jumping easily from the bottom rung onto the floor with the splattering sound you might expect to be associated with a squat, heavy gnome hopping into a puddle several inches deep.

He activates the nearest light switch and heads over to the dials and levers.

[Notice: 2]
[Repair: 2]

"Well, they're in bad shape, but I don't know what's wrong."
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S'pose I'll come take a look.

Uthor climbs down the ladder and takes a look at the dials, but doesn't know what they mean.

[Knowledge (Engineering) 2]

Your guess is as good as mine.

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 231):

Conrad grunts with frustration.

"Let's look it differently.  What would have caused water to pool in here like this?  If there was a breach, shouldn't the whole place be flooded?  Or out of air?  Or both?"

He sighs, running his hands across his face and flicking the sweat at the water beneath them.

"Well, shine your light on those pipes again, if only to reassure our friends that it's safe to join us.  I don't like the idea of leaving them abovedeck unsupervised."

In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 232):

Alveris hops down with grace into the next room, greeted by an unexpected splash of water and the soggy realization that his leather combat boots have likely been ruined

"You guys take me to all the nicest places"

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 233):

James timidly crawls down into the sloshing muck, kieeping a keen eye on the surroundings looking for anything (notice 4).

In reply to James (msg # 234):

As the last of you sloshes into the maintenance access room, you hear a loud hiss.

One of the pipes uncoils itself from the wall and raises its ugly head.

Two more evil shapes wind their way out of a crevice at the far end of the room and slide across the shallow water toward you.

You've all seen snakes before (maybe not this close) but somehow these ones just seem... ornery somehow...

(Combat, 1 Boa Constrictor at range 2, 2 Blue Vipers at range 6).

Alvaris - 9 of clubs (3rd)
Conrad - 8 of clubs (4th)
James - Jack of spades (2nd)
Snakes - King of diamonds (1st)
Uthor - 10 of spades (on hold)

The water does not affect movement or parry at this depth.

The room is dim (-1 to ranged attacks)

Remember that the vipers are small and modify to-hit rolls of all sorts.

Uthor, since you're on hold you can try to interrupt.
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As the constrictor's head begins to extend from the side of the wall, moving straight for Alveris, Uthor takes a quick half-step forward and brings down the hand-axe directly on its neck.  The snake head splashes in the shallow water below, and the body hangs limply from the pipes in which it remains entangled.

[Fighting 9]
[Damage 10]

Just like choppin' wood back home.  In a sense.

We're not done here yet.  Have a gander at those two!

He then directs his flashlight directly at the two vipers, making them easier to see.
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In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 236):

James will hold.

In reply to James (msg # 237):

The two vipers swim/slink (swink?) toward the annoying guy shining a light on them (Uthor) and attack.

(Fighting roll 4+1 and 5+1 (gang-up)): 2 hits

(damage 1 and 1)

Their tiny fangs sting a bit but do no real damage...

(Please make a vigor roll)

Uthor feels the venom coursing up from his leg almost immediately.

When this is all over, one of y'all is gonna have to suck on this.

[Vigor 2 3, 1 Benny Used]
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In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 239):

That's Alveris' territory

James goes to throw a small toolto distract the snakes from Uthor, but trips and falls faceplanting in the muck (smarts roll 1), the tool bounces impotently off of the back of the snakes head.

In reply to GM (msg # 238):

(Alarmed)Ultron be careful! One bite from those things could spell a very quick end for a tiny creature like you. It's not like their poison is smart enough on an evolutionary level to scale impact proportionally  based on your size. It's all or nothing, and thank God for that. Would be scary as hell if poison were sentient!


(To himself, out loud) Oh. Right. Kill snakes first, lecture Ultron about sentient poison second. Order of Operations Alveris, C'mon!

In an instant, Alveris has flicked his right hand and accelerated one of his knives through the air. The knife (Damage 11) travels as if its guided by an unseen hand, narrowly missing damaging any of Alveris's compatriots and severing the head of the snake in one continuous motion of acceleration. The knife continues through the air with the impaled snake, finally bouncing off a nearby wall and landing in the shallow water, the agape snake jaw now perpendicularlly pierced and placed through the floating knife. A quick look back at Ultron shows only the limp body of a snake spraying blood from its newly made mouth like so much Tarrantino fount.

"That's not the way to get ahead Mr. Viper. Or is it *chuckle*"
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In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 241):

Conrad calmly walks over to the remaining viper and attempts to crush it beneath the sole of his boot.

[Fighting: 2]

"Stop slithering and hold still..." he gripes, his blow glancing harmlessly off the writhing reptile and kicking up a splatter of murky water.
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In reply to Conrad son of Leif (msg # 242):

Alveris - 10 of clubs - 4th
Conrad - Ace of clubs - 2nd
James - Queen of hearts - 3rd
Snake (little timmy) - ace of hearts - 1st
Uthor - 9 of hearts - 5th

The remaining Blue Viper, enraged, terrified and... even more enraged, strikes at Conrad's foot but the Gnome steps back quickly (Fighting: 1)

In reply to GM (msg # 243):

Conrad dodges the snake's clumsy counter attack, takes a step forward, and attempts to smash the snake underfoot once more.

[Fighting: 2 (+1 gang up, -1 size)]

Stepping through the coils instead of onto the snakes vulnerable skin, he again kicks up a spray of water with a glancing blow.

"Quick little devil, isn't he?"
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