The Antigrol Tide (IC)

[Jdvn1]

As Malachi explains about the wounds sustained by the body, Sam tries to see without getting too close. "Don't go pokin' 'im too much, now. Guys what been stabbed tend to not appreciate that."

Malachi returns the gloves and the smock to their places, and gives Sam an odd look. "You seem to think you know a lot about the not-quite dead, don't you? I'm certainly not an expert, but how often have you seen that sort of thing?"

 

[Mallak]

“Ah, I see. I wonder what happened to his boots then...”

"You seem to think you know a lot about the not-quite dead, don't you? I'm certainly not an expert, but how often have you seen that sort of thing?"

"Ah, err..."

"Shall we pay a visit to that Dietrich guy?"

"Well, ya'll no doubt got places ta go, people ta see. Sorry it worked out like this an' all, wot with yer captain bein' dead. Ya'll can feel free ta take 'im an' be on yer way, then, eh? Gotta sail with the tide an' all that, right?"

Outside, Naomi accepts the second bullet from Magyar and begins to toss them back and forth just like Mag showed her. Her rhythm is looking good when the two bullets collide in mid-air, flying off to either side. She ducks out of the way as the bullets hit the dirt and bounce down opposite sides of the jetty, dissappearing into the ocean where it foams against the rocks. Naomi's hands fly up to her mouth with a small gasp, and she turns to Magyar with frightened eyes. "I'm so sorry, Magyar, I didn't mean to lose them, honest! I...they...I didn't mean for them to hit together like that." She hangs her head and begins to sob quietly.

Overhead, seagulls cry out as they dip and glide on the breeze.

 

[Jdvn1]

"Ah, err..."

"Well, ya'll no doubt got places ta go, people ta see. Sorry it worked out like this an' all, wot with yer captain bein' dead. Ya'll can feel free ta take 'im an' be on yer way, then, eh? Gotta sail with the tide an' all that, right?"

"Well," Malachi looks at his companions. "I think we can delay another minute or two to hear you explanation of your experience with the living dead."

 

[Mallak]

"Well," Malachi looks at his companions. "I think we can delay another minute or two to hear you explanation of your experience with the living dead."

"Well, I'd love ta stay 'n' chat, but I'm closin' up fer lunch, so if ya'll don't mind, you can be takin' yer captain an' goin' now, thanks." The undertaker definitely seems uncomfortable with talk of undead.

[sblock=OOC]Undead are unsubstantiated creatures of legend and nightmare among humans. The elves have tales of the Dark Elves in the mountains east of Celador that practice evil magics thought to raise dead corpses. The gnomes have tales of mad scientists who sought to do the same. No one in the party has ever encountered undead directly, nor knows anyone who has. Stories regarding undead are always of the form, "My best friend's cousin's brother-in-law's sister's maid knew this guy once..."[/sblock]

 

[unleashed]

Colmarr Blackrock, Male Gnome Bard

“Despite the fact I’m still not absolutely sure it is our captain, though it seems highly likely that it is. How exactly do you propose we remove the body without a conveyance of some kind, as it’s not really in any condition to be carried by hand?” Colmarr asks the undertaker.

 

[Mallak]

"Eh..." Sam glances at the corpse, then back at the men. "I thought you'd just kinda..." He makes a lifting motion with his hands, glancing hopefully from the party to the corpse and back again. Finally, he scratches his head with a dirty finger, looking at the body. "Well, you could roll it up in that piece of canvas, I suppose." He gestures at the cloth that was covering the body. It looks like a torn piece of sail, but it could work to carry the body.

 

[jkason]

Magyar Rhineholdt, human rogue

Outside, Naomi accepts the second bullet from Magyar and begins to toss them back and forth just like Mag showed her. Her rhythm is looking good when the two bullets collide in mid-air, flying off to either side. She ducks out of the way as the bullets hit the dirt and bounce down opposite sides of the jetty, dissappearing into the ocean where it foams against the rocks. Naomi's hands fly up to her mouth with a small gasp, and she turns to Magyar with frightened eyes. "I'm so sorry, Magyar, I didn't mean to lose them, honest! I...they...I didn't mean for them to hit together like that." She hangs her head and begins to sob quietly.

Overhead, seagulls cry out as they dip and glide on the breeze.

Magyar watches his ammunition fall out of sight, then shrugs: this is what comes of playing with weapons, he supposes.

"It's not a problem, Lissa," he assures the girl. "Do you have any idea how many pins and juggling balls I lost or ruined when I was trying to learn? And let's not even talk about the damage I did to the tent when I started practicing with torches." He smiles warmly. "We'll just have to be on the lookout for some bean sacks, I think. They're easier to handle, and they don't roll if you drop them. And we can maybe dye them bright colors, even."

 

[unleashed]

Colmarr Blackrock, Male Gnome Bard

"Eh..." Sam glances at the corpse, then back at the men. "I thought you'd just kinda..." He makes a lifting motion with his hands, glancing hopefully from the party to the corpse and back again. Finally, he scratches his head with a dirty finger, looking at the body. "Well, you could roll it up in that piece of canvas, I suppose." He gestures at the cloth that was covering the body. It looks like a torn piece of sail, but it could work to carry the body.

“Well don’t look at me to carry the body boys, I’d be lucky if I could drag it,” Colmarr remarks, while looking at his companions. “I’ll go check everyone’s ready to go, while you sort this out,” he says as he leaves the viewing room, relieved to be able to breathe properly once again.

Once out front Colmarr shakes his head sadly, before declaring softly, “We should be out of here in a few minutes, though it seems the tidings are not good.”

 

[Drowned Hero]

[COLOR=silver“We should be out of here in a few minutes, though it seems the tidings are not good.”[/COLOR]

Troth hears the gnome talking and walks inside again 'where are we to go next little one? the corpse you just saw it wouldnt be....you know.... the captain?'

 

[unleashed]

Colmarr Blackrock, Male Gnome Bard

“Well Grondar has asked if we should pay Dietrich a visit next, which seems an obvious and necessary next step in finding out what happened last night. Though we’ll need to put the body somewhere first, as it does appear to be the captain,” Colmarr says, finishing with another sad shake of his head, “I just can’t believe he’s gone...”