"If that is his name, then yes. The quiet one with the bow. No one knows what happened, they crew assumed he was sleeping till one of them tried to wake him. They knew you all should be together. We do not have a surgeon so we will not be able to diagnose him properly till Albyon, and even if then." The frog-demon motions towards the moaning wreck. "You had best get what the captain needs and fast if you want to save your friend. If we can not leave, we may all end up like him."

Angrboda looks up from her reading as Viktor speaks, "Honey?  I do not believe I gave you permission for pet names.  Angrboda will be fine." she says, obviously a bit irritated at the interruption.  "What strange alien ship are you talking about?  what do we need to find on it?" she finishes, her interest piques a bit at the thought of exploring some strange vessel.

we have to find an item for Maria on this crazy looking alien ship and from what I can hear Khazim is laying in some sort of coma and we need to hurry....and that is about it...shrugs and keeps putting his items on getting ready for the next adventure...

The smile on Rael fades as he hears the news about their fallen comrade "Take me to him..." he tell the frog man "I know some healing arts. Berta please go fetch my bag." he calls to the large warrior woman as he head below deck to check on Khazim.

Angrboda packs what she needs for adventuring and heads up onto the deck, still wondering about her experience.  She looks over at the derelict ship in wonder, "What an interesting find." she exclaims, then looks to the captain, "Now what exactly are we supposed to be removing from it for you?"

Keeping her face turned towards the wreck of the other ship she speaks in a low, somewhat even voice. "The item is called the Entropy Configuration. The device is what lets us shift between the planes. It is obvious that the ship over there." she points to the wreck. "Is not native of this place. Mikkl has detected, with the Tenatir's help, an energy signature similar to our Configuration. There has to be something similar. Ours is a large crystal ball atop a pedestal. The pedestal is covered with various buttons, tubes, and dials. If you can bring whatever they were using here, intact, Mikkl should be able to get ours working again."

She turns to face the assembling people on deck. "You will have two rowers for the longboat, they are there to make sure you can get back. You will be dropped off and the will beach themselves in a nearby safe place. Cirok has some information that Mikkl has given him, he should be able to disassemble what we need for transport back."

"That's right," agreed Cirok, reappearing alongside the captain as he adjusted the strap of a satchel slung across his shoulder.  He tapped the pouch and elicited a slight clink of metal.  "I grabbed a few tools to help with the removal.  Should be simple enough, once we find it."

He gazed beyond the rail of the 'Mistress at the strange monstrosity beached ahead.  A ship big enough to house an entire city quarter on its rear decks, complete with towers and minarets!  He shook his head slightly and let out a low whistle.  "Finding it though, that might take some doing."

Viktor might have earned a few choice words by issuing such an order ... but Berta likes Rael, and after only a moments hesitation nods her head in acquiescence, venturing below decks to fetch his bag of herbs and potions, returning to Kazim's bunk.  "I suspect they are more used to such maladies than we," she counsels gently.  "Undoubtedly our best chance of remedying his condition is to leave this plane as quickly as possible."

Nevertheless, the warrior woman will assist Rael, using her limited knowledge of healing and potions as best she can until either Kazim awakens or Rael admits defeat.

Back on deck ... "a ball of crystal, aye."  She looks out over the wreck, following Cirok's searching gaze.  "I do not know whether to hope that ruined ship is deserted and we must search ourselves, or if there are any living aboard her that might be minded to point us in the right direction !"

Rael Gol and Berta rush down into the hold of the ship right behind the first mate. Sailors give a wide berth to the green frog demon as he ambles through each corridor. Eventually you reach a smaller hold with wide shelves. Boxes and crates have been shoved aside to allow room for Khazim's inert form. Rael quickly gets to work inspecting the nomads slumbering form. [Secret to Rael Gol: As you inspect Khazim, you stumble on some strange "tracks" radiating from his chest. It looks as if the blood in his arteries is being tainted, and becoming visible through his skin. You have seen similar things when poison or other infection taints the blood.]

The other pirates are no where to be seen, except the first mate who seems completely unfazed by the situation. Standing over you as you work, you can see him fingering the strange metallic weapon that he fired earlier. "Is it plague?" you hear him croak. "No ship survives long when sickness spreads."

Meanwhile, on deck, nervous glances are shared between the crewmen. You hear whispers, not only about the cursed fellow below decks but also about this place. How quiet it is, how the sea does not move, how there is no wind, it is plainly visible  that the crew is extremely uncomfortable here. Another low moan drifts from the wreckage several hundred feet away. The crewmen who are preparing the long boat seem entirely displeased that they were chosen, but are doing their jobs with due diligence.
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Rael shakes his head "Too early to tell but the signs are of a blood poisoning and not an illness..." he listen to Khazim breath touch his neck to feel his pules. "Thank you Berta " he tells the warrior and give her a smile of gratitude as he take his herb pouch from her. He start pulling some herbs "Willow bark would help cleanse the blood..." he mutters "can you please bowl some water and get some clean cloths here..." asks not looking in anyone direction.

Pulling his knife he locate a darkening blood vessel and prick it smelling the blood that drips out.

"Has he been contact with someone? has he ate something?" he asks and give Khazim form a scan trying to see if there are suspicious wounds.

[Private to GM: OOC: veins are blood vessel bringing blood to the heart, arteries are the ones taking blood from the heart, you sure its the veins that are darkening and not the arteries? :)]

looks around while standing on the deck...I think we should get going and get out of this place as fast as possible, I think Rael should stay with Khazim ...pulls out the silver disk and admires it a little and puts it back into a pocket...

"I don't like leaving Rael behind but if he wants to stay behind I guess that is his prerogative." she says.  Looking around and heading to the boat.

"Beyond the whole crew? no, no contact. As for food, unless he raided the galley, no food has been passed." He glances at the murmuring pirates behind him. "Why don't you tell me what needs to be done, so you can have leave to join your friends?"

[Private to Rael Gol: The blood is "sluggish" when it swells from your pricking of Khazim. The blood is a consistency of a heavy cream and has a brownish/black tint to it. You remember seeing Eclair with a brownish grey chaos tinted skin on her arm as she succumbed to some chaotic force. This may be related.]

Rael sighs deeply lowering his head "Keep him warm and have him drink this herbal tea at least once an hour." he mutters as he send a silent prayer for the soul of Khazim. He then move to join the others.

Cirok frowned at Viktor's suggestion that they leave with a partial crew for the job, and at Angrboda's acquiescence.  "I don't think that's wise," he cautioned, sparing another glance at the forboding appearance of the alien ship they are targeting.  "Wouldn't you rather have a full complement before we tackle this job, since we know nothing of that ship?  Both your chirurgien and the lady warrior seem like useful companions to have along.  Surely they won't be long below?"

Thankfully Rael reappeared shortly after, as though to prove Cirok's point, and the sailor smiled with relief.  Now all they needed was Berta, and he doubted she would be long.

Indeed, Berta follows closely behind Rael, shaking her head in answer to any raised brows as she regains the upper deck.  "Khazim remains insensate - if our Captain is correct then his only hope is that we depart this chill realm with all haste."

The warrior woman wraps her green Syferan cloak about her, to ward off the cold. "To the boat then," she gestures to those who remain.

Angrboda is relieved when Rael and Berta appear to join them, she was not looking forward to the exploration of the ship without them.  "Come Rael," she says, "What would become of Viktor and I if you were not with us?" she joked, trying to lighten the mood in the presence of such an ominous plane.

Rael look somewhat distracted as he march on board. "What? oh he would probably try to grope you or some other foolishness and you will turn him into a frog or something worse than end up being chased by angry mob or something." he answers but his heart is not in it.

Speaking softly to his compatriots he adds "Whatever ill Khazim is related to his condition.  I doubt any mundane medicine could help. What is worse is that I know not if it is rejection or ahm hatching..." he leaves this as that From the reaction of the crew I fear if they will learn the truth they will toss us overboard or worse."

Angrboda shakes her head, "Not if we have their precious Entropy Configuration." she says, her eyes narrowing as she looks back at the ship.  "We have made a deal, and they best not try to go back on it."

Yes if it weren't for Rael, I would have bled to death by now or Angrboda would have chopped some of my favorite body parts..let us go get this contraption thing...are you coming Crotch?...laughs as pats Cirok on the back and starts walking towards the boat and starts laughing louder...

Cirok cocked an eyebrow as the large Pan Tangian patted his back and bungled his name, most likely on purpose.  And then let loose his crazy laughter again.  Cirok wasn't sure what to make of the man, after all they'd just met.  But he suspected there was something a little off about him and decided to be cautious.  Not so cautious he wouldn't correct the pronunciation of his name though.  "That's Cirok.  I'm sure you'll remember it soon enough," he advised Viktor, a fleet smile dashing across his face.

He too clambered into the skiff that would take them to the alien ship run aground.  As talk turned to the condition of their ill companion Cirok stayed quiet and listened with a compassionate ear.  Although from the same world he was not one of their number and so respected their privacy as much as he could within the confines of the launch.  But Angrboda's concern and veiled threat toward the 'Mistress was too much for him to pass up, and at that he broke his silence.

"I don't believe the captain would allow such a thing to happen," he reassured them.  "If the danger was so imminent she would never have allowed you aboard in the first place, and yet here we are.  Once we have the equipment we need from this ship," he pointed across the still water to the demon ship looming ahead, "we'll all of us be able to get off this plane, restore your friend to health, and then see about curing you of the curse you are under."

"It has the ring of a grand adventure, doesn't it?  Though they always seem a little more enjoyable when you hear about them with a rum in hand and a fire in the hearth, rather than living through them yourself."
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"They already know of these hearts that Pollidemia gifted us with," Berta echoes Cirok's words with her own understanding of the situation, as she takes a seat in the small boat, careful to choose her spot to balance the distribution of weight.  "Be we alive or dead, they'll still feast upon the life on all planes ... if they slay us or abandon us, then their fates are assured - they need to help us as much as we desire that help."

"True," she admits the silver-tongued sailor's arguments have merit, "but still I'd rather be the one telling the tale than listening to another's boasts !"

"Well, you know her better than I and she did reward us nicely for returning Meep to the ship." she says smiling, "It is nice to meet allies on our quests, rather than just enemies.  Well, let's get onto that ship and start our grand adventure."

Did someone say rum? Yes let us start this grand adventure so we can get Khazim out of here....takes a quick drink of wine and then offers it to Cirok...

"The Mistress will not let the crew go against you if you are truly part of her crew." His wide needle filled mouth grins in a large Cheshire grin. "Once you are off the ship, there is little she can do. You just stay alive and get the thing that Mikkl wants." The frog demon points to a box in the read of the long boat. "There is a flare in that box. Use it to signal that you are ready for pickup." He reaches over and flicks a switch on the side of the railing. A tiny whirring noise starts as the longboat is slowly, and smoothly, lowered to the ocean.