Heroes, Inc. Day 3+, Voyage to Sarkon

[DM_Matt]

OOC: Which is what Shando has been trying to do for the last 36 hours or so.

Hawkeye

She does not seem to be in any of the nearby areas, and the ship is pretty big. You guys will have to guess where on the ship (esp out of places you know about) she went.

 

[kirinke]

Alethia starts to have the weirdest dream concerning Maggie's and a demon's clothes, doing unmentionable things to each other....

 

[Hawkeye]

She does not seem to be in any of the nearby areas, and the ship is pretty big. You guys will have to guess where on the ship (esp out of places you know about) she went.

Well, she was drinking stuff that has the essence of Chaos in it. Anything could be possible. Shando checks the seat first to insure that Lt Commander Kiran isn't there invisible or shrunk or something to that affect.

"She was here just a few minutes about Sir Tim. I had to convince the others not to hand her undergarments from the ship's mast in order to keep the respect of her crew."

Hawkeye

 

[Steve Gorak]

She does not seem to be in any of the nearby areas, and the ship is pretty big. You guys will have to guess where on the ship (esp out of places you know about) she went.

Appearing concerned, Murdoch will join the search for Maggie. "Lets hope she didn't slip into a hidden extradimentional space".

OCC: see invisibility 60' (from see the unseen) and detect magic at will.

 

[frostrune]

"She was here just a few minutes about Sir Tim. I had to convince the others not to hand her undergarments from the ship's mast in order to keep the respect of her crew."

Timrin's jaw practically hits the floor as he suddenly realizes the shirt and pants were Maggie's. He looks at Shando and Murdoch, "WE need to find her.", indicating just the three of them, "If she stumbles up on deck or one of the crew finds her it could be embarassing and scandalous. Besides this ship is still dangerous."

Timrin's eyes widen in fright, "Shando - you move the fastest. Get down to the entrance on the lowest deck and make sure she cannot get past you to the oar benches with the damned souls. That might be very bad."

"Murdoch, check the wine cellar. She may have gone back for more. I'll check the Eyrines' bedroom as she may be looking for a place to lie down like the others."

"If she is neither place, meet at the smokepowder storage and we'll regroup."

"Helm guide you," and with a final nod he speeds off toward the ex-captain's quarters.

 

[DM_Matt]

Timrin's jaw practically hits the floor as he suddenly realizes the shirt and pants were Maggie's. He looks at Shando and Murdoch, "WE need to find her.", indicating just the three of them, "If she stumbles up on deck or one of the crew finds her it could be embarassing and scandalous. Besides this ship is still dangerous."

Timrin's eyes widen in fright, "Shando - you move the fastest. Get down to the entrance on the lowest deck and make sure she cannot get past you to the oar benches with the damned souls. That might be very bad."

"Murdoch, check the wine cellar. She may have gone back for more. I'll check the Eyrines' bedroom as she may be looking for a place to lie down like the others."

"If she is neither place, meet at the smokepowder storage and we'll regroup."

"Helm guide you," and with a final nod he speeds off toward the ex-captain's quarters.

(assuming you guys follow this plan)

Murdoch does not find any dimensional holes or invisible/shrunk/otherwise altered creatures. He then goes to check the wine cellar, but Maggie is not there.

Shando runs to the lowest deck and sees the damned rowers sitting dormant. No sign of her here either.

Timrin makes the right guess. Walking into Rianna's quaters, he finds Maggie sitting on the bed, lying against pillows and the back wall, wearing only undergarments (He feels the need to suppress some rather unpaladinly thoughts). She is holding up one of the Mitheril collars that were found on the incubator creature and apparently examining it, and at the same time takes a swig from a mostly-empty bottle of chaos wine with the other hand.

She sees Timrin walk in, and, in excited, slurred, drunken rambling, tries to get accross a new revelation. She seems to ignore the matter of her unusual attire.

"TIMRIN! There you are! I jusht remebred the shymbol on these weird metal shings. I told you I drunk better when thinking too mutsch. Itsh a simbol of Cronush, an anshint titan. The hourglash and the scythhhs give it away. They mushta been used to make the demonbabies grow fashter."

Maggie starts getting up from the bed to go to Timrin, but winds up falling off instead. "I'm OK...sorta" she says, giggling.

Meanwile, Arundel checks on Alethia and puts her to bed. With Timrin gone, Namor grumbles to the soldiers with him "Bah, what does he know?" and procedes to pour mch of the flask of dwarven whiskey down Dyria's throat. At first, she feels worse, but soon she feels quite a bit better and very sleepy (as Namor intended). Namor instructs a pair of soldiers to go put her to bed as well.

 

[kirinke]

The clothing dream fades, only to be replaced by something else, something alot darker. Snippets of past memories. Cultists on fire, screaming. Bending over, taking Maggie to safety. The priestess moving to intercept, mask half-broken on her face. Something slapping her aside, body crashing into the cave wall.

Alethia's sleeping face twisted, the memory-dream ugly. It too faded and she sunk deeper into sleep.

 

[frostrune]

Walking into Rianna's quaters, he finds Maggie sitting on the bed, lying against pillows and the back wall, wearing only undergarments (He feels the need to suppress some rather unpaladinly thoughts). She is holding up one of the Mitheril collars that were found on the incubator creature and apparently examining it, and at the same time takes a swig from a mostly-empty bottle of chaos wine with the other hand.

She sees Timrin walk in, and, in excited, slurred, drunken rambling, tries to get accross a new revelation. She seems to ignore the matter of her unusual attire.

"TIMRIN! There you are! I jusht remebred the shymbol on these weird metal shings. I told you I drunk better when thinking too mutsch. Itsh a simbol of Cronush, an anshint titan. The hourglash and the scythhhs give it away. They mushta been used to make the demonbabies grow fashter."

Maggie starts getting up from the bed to go to Timrin, but winds up falling off instead. "I'm OK...sorta" she says, giggling.

A mixture of relief, lust, and shame flood his emotions as he takes a deep breath and composes himself. He unclasps his cloak (of CHA +4) and moves toward Maggie as she begins babbling about the collar.

Unfortunately she does the same and hits the floor with an ungraceful thump... and more giggles.

Shaking his head and silently asking Helm for his strength he quickly rounds the bed and takes a knee next to Maggie.

"Are you OK? Here, let me help you up." With that, he gently lifts her and sits her on the edge of the bed. He tries to avert his eyes as he clumsily places the cloak over her shoulders and pulls it about her; her giggles only increase his embarassment. When he thinks he has preserved some modicum of her modesty, he finally looks her in the eye only to feel his face his face flush even further. She looks even more beautiful than ever (+4 CHA) and he instantly finds his thoughts racing down the wrong path.

"Ah....", he blinks a few times and takes a deep breath hoping she doesn't notice his school boy fumbling as he desperately tries to get a ahold of himself. His eyes fix on the discarded mitheril collar. He grabs it and holds it up using it as his focus as he speaks, "This can wait until tomorrow," as he tucks it into his belt,"we need to get you to your cabin."

His composure returned, he ignores any protests she may have as he lifts her and carries her out of Rhianna's quarters and toward the storage room where he was to meet the others. He tries to put on a stoic expression and keep his eyes on the path ahead.

 

[DM_Matt]

A mixture of relief, lust, and shame flood his emotions as he takes a deep breath and composes himself. He unclasps his cloak (of CHA +4) and moves toward Maggie as she begins babbling about the collar.

Unfortunately she does the same and hits the floor with an ungraceful thump... and more giggles.

Shaking his head and silently asking Helm for his strength he quickly rounds the bed and takes a knee next to Maggie.

"Are you OK? Here, let me help you up." With that, he gently lifts her and sits her on the edge of the bed. He tries to avert his eyes as he clumsily places the cloak over her shoulders and pulls it about her; her giggles only increase his embarassment. When he thinks he has preserved some modicum of her modesty, he finally looks her in the eye only to feel his face his face flush even further. She looks even more beautiful than ever (+4 CHA) and he instantly finds his thoughts racing down the wrong path.

She leans forward, then collapses, onto Timrin. She says, distantly "Thanks...sduddenly I'm a little shleepy.

"Ah....", he blinks a few times and takes a deep breath hoping she doesn't notice his school boy fumbling as he desperately tries to get a ahold of himself. His eyes fix on the discarded mitheril collar. He grabs it and holds it up using it as his focus as he speaks, "This can wait until tomorrow," as he tucks it into his belt,"we need to get you to your cabin."

His composure returned, he ignores any protests she may have as he lifts her and carries her out of Rhianna's quarters and toward the storage room where he was to meet the others. He tries to put on a stoic expression and keep his eyes on the path ahead.

She doesnt resist, instead falling asleep.

 

[DM_Matt]

Fin and Murdoch have finished preparing the ship. Namor and the rest set up the tow and Fin gets the wind moving. Even with a much smaller crew, the sailing is easy since Fin is keeping the wind strong, consistant, and on target. Yolan makes navigating rather easy.

Just before midday, the ships approach the island and the three chaos wine invalids begin to finally wake up, all rather ill, Dyria finds a bottle of what appears to be a dwarven hangover remedy sitting next to her bed wih "drink this" scralled on it. Alethia, who got off to an early lead, remembers the beginning of the game clearly but the rest of the night is a blur for her and the rest.

The island's harbor has a 50 foot tall horned beast standing upright on its back legs and motionless, its enormous maw hanging halfway open and its shiny scales refleciting the sun. Below and around him are temple structures, with a huge altar burning on the beach. Fin, sanding atop one of the ships directing the wind, sees it best, and notices that the color variance and reflectiveness is just too good for a stone status, even if it were made by druidic magic. Fin calls down to the rest.

"Guys....THAT is not a statue!"