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Yeah, we can do that. Diplomacy & Intimidate is a good idea, too. As for how long it will take, you don't rightly know. Interrogating him will take as long as it takes, but your impression is that the ship is anchored "just off the coast north of the harbor".

As it was meant to be.:)

Too true. :D No D&D game is complete with out a reference to the Holy Grail of Gaming, so to speak. Although this one has gone on for quite a long time without one. Oh, and if it makes any difference, the proper quote is "Help, help, I'm being repressed!"

Magyar lowers a boarding ladder down to Malachi as the rowboat pulls up alongside the ship. There are several other cloaked and hooded passengers in the boat along with Malachi. A familiar voice calls up in a hush, "Lower your voices, the both of you, before you wake the whole city." On deck...

Hello again.:) I'm glad we've finally got you back.

Troth manages to spot his belly button. Oh, look! Lint! With some huffing and puffing, the crew hauls the dead body on board the Pander Ban. In that time, the row boat has covered much of the distance to the ship. The crew immediately works to put their ship into motion and distance...

Hey, look at that! March 4th is GM's day. What a coincidence...;)

Down on the barge, Grondar checks the body. It looks like the same burned out husk they saw earlier in the mortician's shack. Satisfied, he directs Denther and the old man in hoisting the body up to the ship. They move the body to the side of the barge where Colmarr tosses them a rope. They...

No, not really, unless he wants to go down to the barge. He can see what they're doing down there, though. I assume that he might also be keeping an eye on the surrounding harbor, but maybe not?

Wow. It looks like my quick turnaround post shocked everyone into catatonia.:) BTW, I realize I sometimes use large or esoteric terms, and not everyone here is a native speaker of English. Nearly every term I use can be found at dictionary.com.

Ha HA! Post up!

The old man licks his lips nervously, eyeing the point of Grondar's weapon. He glances over his shoulder to where the steering pole goes out the back of the cabin into the dark water, as if gauging the distance to the slit. He turns back quickly, smiling broadly. "Well, why didn't'cha say so...

Despite my best efforts, I can't seem to update the story more than once every other week or less. You guys have awesome attention spans. My goal is to get back to at least once a week, starting now. We just finished up a major project, so I should be able to hit that with a little internal...

Magyar follows Naomi as she proceeds cautiously below decks. She slips into Colmarr's room and sits on a bunk. "Leave a light? Please?" Down in the garbage scow, Grondar and Denther interogate the old man. "Err..." The old man looks confused for a moment. "Aye..." he says cautiously. "'Tis...

The old man cowers before the big thug, his hands held over his head protectively. "I'm jus' an ol' rubbage barge, I'm jus' an ol' rubbage barge! Ain' nothin' ya wanna go pokin' now. Got nothin' but rubbage, jus' rubbage. Git on with ya then. Please?"

Hey guys. I was hit pretty badly by the flu earlier this week. I'm just sorta crawling back to my feet now.

Naomi glances fearfully at the cabin doorway then back at Magyar. "Will you come with me?" Denther drops down to the garbage barge's low deck, followed quickly by Grondar. Muddy hay squishes under their feet as they skirt the edge of the dark, smelly refuse piled in the center of the barge...

Man, I've been trying to get this post up for weeks. My project hit a milestone last Thursday, so things have let up slightly around here.

The crew, emboldened by Colmarr's soft singing, slowly prepares the ship to sail. Grondar can see nothing of the barge, but if it doesn't come at them, it shouldn't cause them immediate trouble. As the Pander Ban sails out into the harbor, Colmarr directs it toward the slow-moving barge...

Did Grondar...just make a pun? *gasp*