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Conditions wrote:TIME & DATE: 16:40, July 25, 110 P.A.
CLIMATE: Wet
VISIBILITY: Short
TERRAIN: Clear sailing
LOCATION : Aboard the Yellowfish, offshore of Tampico
LEY LINE: No
TIME PASSED: Twenty-five minutes
Murdoc wrote:Reaching up to plug one ear, Murdoc uses his cyber radio to call the Lechuza Bruja, "Come in Lechuza Bruja. Do you read me, over."
Murdoc wrote:Murdoc asks, "Are you two still good up there? "
Murdoc wrote:Murdoc proceeds to give some orders, "If everything is good up there. Pull the plane out to a safe distance and wait for a call. Is our new friend doing ok?"
Wakiza wrote:Wak touches his Spirit Mask of Aj Q'uq'umatz. Many thanks Lord Quetzacoatl. That was much easier with your assistance. He takes his hand off the mask. Wak understands the fine line he is balancing on and understands he will likely be forced to declare loyalties sometime in the future. But for now both of these great beings allow me to take the battle to Splynncryth.
He reaches out again with his mind, Well Illynncryth, was that a worthy blow to Splynncryth?
Baker wrote:Not that all of the masses are entirely unreasonable; a tearstained little girl, maybe five years of age, clutches at Bettie’s spell-armoured leg and looks up at her with wide eyes in her dirty face.
”Are you an angel?", she asks in a tiny voice, hope tinging her words.
Mad Scientist wrote:John gets to meet a fair number of the refugees on his way to the head with its tiny shower; he’s a nice guy, and he can’t just bull his way past everyone and be rude about it! There is a line for the head, unsurprisingly, but the refugees have no problem whatsoever letting John skip the line to get cleaned up – perhaps having something to do with his ceiling-brushing height and the very large sword he carries. Once clean, it’s possible to category the aches and pains and wonder at the sheer amount of damage he’d sustained in his rush though the Splurgoth Mother Ship. He’s healing at an accelerated rate, of course, but one might have to wonder if perhaps a change from ‘Avalanche’ to ‘Sandstorm’ might be in order for a little while – his pebbles have been powdered.
Bettie Houser wrote: Keeping hold of the child Bettie uses her size and strength to move the crowd as gently as she can, making her way to Wakiza. "So, this is yours....the gun that is." she says indicating the gattling, "Where would you like me to leave it? And I don't suppose you would mind me tagging along for a ride? At least to the next civilized city you all are stopping at anyways? Unless you need me to stick around for some reason?". While Bettie's eyes are very suggestive of what that other reason might be, she gives no other overt sexual indicators, most likely because she is still holding a child. Apparently she does draw the line somewhere.
John Altfeld wrote: To Wakiza - "Commander, I took one hell of a beating out there. As fast as I'm healing I should be mostly fine in 24 hours, but it'll take a few days to get all the way better. Just wanted to keep you apprised. I don't seem to be feeling tired. The way the boat's going with the refugees, I can keep an eye on some of them or sit in front of the weapons locker. Also, you may want to let everyone know how long until we drop them off, maybe calm them down a bit."
Jack Killian wrote: Jack gives a call over the radio, “Waz and Roughnecks, Volcano Jack, here, I’m in the cargo hold, near my ride. I’m going to try to help heal some of the people. If you know of anyone that needs some, try to get them here. Oh, and when did we get a boat load of people?”
Murdoc wrote: Going below decks, Murdoc hits the wall of people that are crowding almost every part of the submarine and hold his position. Rather than trying to squeeze through the mass of people, Murdoc activates his comms, "Wakiza, I see we've got some new fighters in our ranks but I'm more worried about the crowd in the sub. Do we have a destination set? Its not going to stay pretty in here if these people have to hang out too long. I've got the Lechuza Bruja holding at distance. The Aztari guy is piloting but we picked up two passengers from where ever it was we got bamf'd too when those big magic missiles hit. We also picked up a fighter. Pretty sure his a Crazy but he seems okay to me." Murdoc's voice wavers like he's making the so-so motion with his hand. As is, I'll try to get our passengers sorted. Van, do we have an ETA on our next landfall? I'd love to get these people... er, ah, someplace safe before the Yellowfin starts smelling like a latrine. Just a warning, but we may need to consider some sort of payment to whatever place we drop these guys at. Murdoc's kinda happy his cyber lets him subvocalize this last bit.
John Altfeld wrote:To William - "Welcome back! When you disappeared, I thought maybe the plane went down, but the Commander was convinced you'd be back. I'm glad he was right." John then pulls out the magic necklaces so Will can see them. "I found these and this gem and this amazing talking sword on top of Skull Mountain in the possession of a whack-job calling itself the Peak Keeper. He was way into barbecue. In any case, do you have any idea what these are? The gem seems to be giving me illusory clothes, but the others I can't tell. I haven't been very sleepy or hungry since I got them, though."
Wakiza wrote:"Sorry guys, we made landfall at a remote part of Atlantis. These refugees were trapped between vampires and some flesh eating monsters in the sea. I just couldn't leave them all, so I took as many woman and children as we could take. We are going to drop them at the New Navy Outpost in Columbia. Shouldn't be more than a few days. Keep your personal shit locked down. Will, take charge of the food supplies that are left and ration them out as needed. Gee we can ventilate as needed to keep the air clean."
Mad Scientist wrote:Flynn’s introduction to the Yellowfish is...striking. Not only is it a very unusual but clearly quite capable vessel, but it’s currently jammed with quite a few refugees in various degrees of health and cleanliness. They’re all fleeing a bad situation, many of them have very little to their name, most are quite grateful to be rescued, and a good number of them...are women.
Wakiza wrote:
Wak nods, "Well it ought to be a couple days before we get to where we are going, so no worries just rest up. That might not be a bad idea, to sleep at the arms locker. Stay out of the booze, it is for celebrations." Wak smiles. "Good job out there. Don't think we could have gotten Flip out without you. I am going to make an announcement shortly."
Jack wrote:When John comes carring Flip takes him and layes him down on the deck. He uses Psychic Diagnosis:and See Aura: then tells the others over the radio, "OK, About Flip, I don't think I have the power to restore limbs and that is what he needs along with other things. I can fix some but I think he be better off if he stays asleep."
Jack looks to John, "John help me get the rations and water out." He goes to the Romper and un locks and un arms the trap. He then opens it opens it. He hands John the rations and the water.
William Summers wrote:"That was a crazy trip we went on. Space demon bugs and other freaky things. Glad we got the hell out of there. We gained some potential allies in the future. This guy Redstarman, I can feel it, he's a force to be reckoned with. We just need to get him to a psychic who can fix his mind." When John brings out the magic trinkets, Will's eyes light up in excitement. "By the Brothers, you won these? That is a battle I would have loved to see. Illusory clothing? That's incredible. The possibilities are many for that one. Haven't been sleepy or hungry? You truly won by receiving these gifts from above! May I try on that medallion?" If John allows it, Will slips on the Dragon's Eye medallion and takes a look around. One look at the things that John is holding and he knows: "This one allows you to see magicks! It may do more, but this is truly powerful indeed. Is that an eyeball?" Handing it back to John, he continues. "We should get your items to an appraiser as soon as we are back. They may be able to tell you more about these items, what they can do and their worth. I know of a good, reputable one in Lazlo. But I'm sure we can find someone in MercTown or on our journey. Tell me more about this sword! I recently came into a pair myself."
Conditions wrote:TIME & DATE: 16:55, July 25, 110 P.A.
CLIMATE: Wet
VISIBILITY: Short
TERRAIN: Clear sailing
LOCATION : Aboard the Yellowfish, offshore of Tampico
LEY LINE: No
TIME PASSED: Fifteen minutes
Mad Scientist wrote:In amongst all of this, John has the opportunity to discover that the bone necklace will keep him going pretty much indefinitely on next to nothing if he has to; but if he takes it off, he’ll feel that next to nothing hard.
John can feel a burn of frustrated anger in his chest as he presses gently on Flip’s chest, wishing he could help. Perhaps not gently enough; Flip’s eyes pop open.
Mad Scientist wrote:”Oh, did you rescue us? I am so very grateful, she breathes, her eyes alight with appreciation. ”You are captain of this big yellow boat? I like yellow, it is very pretty.” She smiles enticingly at him.
Mad Scientist wrote:Having been plucked out of the masses by her very own battle angel, the girl is either struck with a bout of shyness or sheer fatigue and buries her face against Bettie’s side and doesn’t answer questions posed to her. Searching about for a bit, Bettie eventually tracks down a dull-eyed woman who admits in broken Dragonsese that she was one of the last ones aboard, and a desperate-looking man had shoved the girl into her arms as the hatches closed. She has no idea what the girl’s name is, and looks like she’s having trouble taking care of herself, let alone a child.
Wakiza wrote:Wak just smiles at the blunt woman, "The weapon is the property of the Roughnecks, if you join up, you are welcome to use it until you gear yourself up. If you're not interested we will be stopping in Columbia in a few days to drop these refugees and do another job, you can get off there. Talk to the team and see if you are interested. We take on high risk, high reward merc jobs. It is dangerous and as you just saw, I really like taking on jobs that mess with the Sploogs on this world. Hate slavers!" Wak gets an uglier than usual look on his face, then shakes it off. "We could use you, you seem more than capable and we need operators that can handle themselves. You'll get an equal share for the jobs we do."
Wakiza wrote:He smiles at Bettie, "Well welcome aboard. Yes, I have no problem if you deal with the troublemakers. Take whatever appropriate action you think is necessary to deal with the offending parties."
Conditions wrote:TIME & DATE: 17:00, July 25, 110 P.A.
CLIMATE: Warm, windy, intermittent clouds
VISIBILITY: Horizon
TERRAIN: Moderate swells
LOCATION : Aboard the Yellowfish, offshore of Tampico
LEY LINE: No
TIME PASSED: Five minutes
John Altfeld wrote:"Just don't uh, get anything that lets you see through illusions. Especially when I'm full size."
John Altfeld wrote:"What kind of swords did you get out of a space station?!?"
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Mad Scientist wrote:Meanwhile, across the cargo bay the attractive woman giggles and sinks into the embrace of Flynn’s arm. ”Thank you, Captain, you’re so good to take time away from running this big boat! she exclaims breathily. Stroking his hand about her shoulder, she looks up at him with excitement in her eyes.
Mad Scientist wrote:”I will also read your fortune, so you know what is to come. It is the least I can do for my brave Captain,”
John Altfeld wrote:"Hey, those sound awesome! No, Grim, not more awesome than you! Sweet spirits! Hold on, let me touch Grim to them... no, they're not alive, sorry. He's mad that I can't tell the difference. Because that's a thing people should be able to do."
Wakiza wrote:"Will you got the first watch, I need some sleep. I want either me or you up at all times, so come wake me when you rack out."
Conditions wrote:TIME & DATE: 1:00, July 26, 110 P.A.
CLIMATE: Cool, stiff winds, intermittent clouds
VISIBILITY: Horizon
TERRAIN: Wind-blown chop
LOCATION : Aboard the Yellowfish
LEY LINE: No
TIME PASSED: Eight hours
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