At the Tree of Hate...Sigmund, gathering his strength, orders
Morton to try and chop with the hook. That's what it's there for, right? Pruning branches?
"Use the hook! Cut the branches with...aghh...the hook."He then tries to break off some of the smaller branches with his long arms!
[Strength roll: 6+1]
He grabs a few of the larger branches and rips them right off their base! This, naturally, is not received well by the tree. However, it shouldn't be as difficult for Morton to get his chopping over with.
"Good Sir Sigmund! Foul tree, you have crossed yourself against me today! Have at you!" Morton indignantly says to the tree, beginning to seriously work at getting Sigmund out of there.
[Chopping roll: 6+
1]
He starts to mutilate the tree excessively, hacking at the branches wildly until Sigmund is free. Then he gives the tree an extra trim for good measure, and a bit after that for his own exquisite pleasure. Maybe he should have become a gardener. At the end of the chopping spree Morton points the guisarme at the tree menacingly.
The tree seems to still be seething, but not to a degree where it feels comfortable continuing straight-up combat. It is, if not comfortable, at least rather unwilling to tangle with Morton and Sigmund at the distance they currently inhabit. Morton looks at the pile of branches at his feet. Well, that's some good quality firewood right there. That wasn't so difficult, was it?
On the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...Mark, having temporarily gained
Kevin's trust, decides to take him on a walk on the wild side of Shriekpot.
However, Kevin is interrupted by the captain.
"Hey, YOU'RE KEVIN, I guess? CATCH!"[Captain telekinesis roll: 2+1]
A quiver of bolts shuffles in Kevin's direction slowly.
"Well, PERHAPS 'CATCH' wasn't the RIGHT WORD! 'PICK UP' would be MORE APPROPRIATE!"Not one to argue semantics, Kevin takes the bolts and follows Mark. Let the body run commence! The two skeletal figures walk into town and look for people who are quite alone at the moment.
Ah! Over there! A rather large, but also totally clueless, unarmed and unsuspecting fellow seems to have meandered into a dark alley over there. He looks like a source of high-quality bones to Mark. Probably drinks a lot of milk, judging by the look of him. Also, he looks more than a tad tipsy, which also works in Mark's favor.
In the streets of Shriekpot...Scott develops a quick strategy in his increasingly long quest for good pitch. He looks for sufficiently large structures to plunder in the port!
Fortunately, there is one such building! It is both rather large and located near the water, so he supposes it might be what he's looking for. Checking one of the doors, he finds it to be shockingly unlocked. Walking right in, he notices that this does indeed appear to be some sort of drydock. In fact, there's currently a ship in it. The sounds of workmen going about whatever workmen do while repairing ships come from within it, and there are some people inspecting it from the outside as well.
They haven't noticed Scott yet from the looks of it.
In the kitchen of the Feisty Jelly...Niklas, having given up on the idea of further anesthesizing the drunkard, looks for a knife. Fortunately, there's a perfectly good kitchen knife around. He goes back to the drunkard.
[Sneak Attack: Niklas vs. Drunkard: 4+1 vs. 6-
1-
1]
He walks up from behind the drunkard, then takes out his knife! He ambles up to the seated drunkard and grabs him from behind, then tries to slit his throat. However, he only nicks it before the hopelessly drunk individual falls backwards on top of him, slightly impacting Niklas on the chest and causing him to lose his grip, which is an opportunity the drunkard utilizes to slowly roll off the chef and get up. Niklas also promptly gets up.
"A-wha-hey! Didya just try to kill me? I think ya just tried to kill me! Look, I'm bleedin' here!" Near a hill fort on a wet and miserable plain...Darren, offended by the inhumane treatment he has been subjected to, cautiously advances toward the hill fort once more, making sure to duck into the ground.
"Hey! Is this how you treat everyone who shows up here?"The bowman looks to be a bit confused by the fact that only Darren's head is poking out of the ground.
"SPIRIT!" he yells.
"STATE YER INTENTIONS!"He appears to still be aiming for Darren.
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