Forgotten Freedom:3
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The Forgotten Freedom arrives in a city
At the docks...
Jarlot: I'm looking for some work done on my ship.
Expert: Sure, what do you need?
Jarlot: Well, the keel needs work.
(Expert begins to examine the ship)
Expert: Wow, what did you do to this thing?!
Jarlot: Half the crew... Hey that reminds me, how much would it cost to add spikes on the keel?
Lisa: So long, crewmates, I am off to pray at a temple and try to find those criminals who seem to follow us and leave a trail of destruction
V: Yeah, good luck with that. Oh! Can you pray for Jaela for me?
Lisa: Uh... no.
V: Damn.
Doog: Alright, I'm going to find some ladies for the Titan! Hachachacha!
Ajihad: Ah, the elusive Titan you serve! I wish to slay it! Direct me to it!
Doog: Um... Er... The warforged knows!
(Doog runs off)
Michael already at a tavern
Michael: Let's see, we are running low on cannon fodder, so I better wrangle up some corpses...
(Casts detect good) (Wrangles up the non-glowy people)
Andrea: Oh, is this a gift for me? I was running low on subjects.
Michael: Nah, these are redshirts! We are running out, remember?
Andrea: Oh yeah...
Michael: I am glad I know how to turn the undead...
(Michael returns to town later going to a tavern to find more of the crew)
Dwarf: I challenge anyone of ye lads ta a drinkin' contest!! I bet a sack o platinum! Anybody brav' enough??
Jarlot: Hm, I'm positive he's a drunken master.
(Michael leaves, lost in thought)
Jarlot: Huh, I never saw him do that before...
Marish: Yay! I earned 4 platinum today!
Warforged: Doing what?
Marish: What do you think?
Warforged: ...Uh... Being made of flesh?
Marish: ... no...
(Meanwhile on the ship)
Jam: Being a ship guard stinks. Someone of my awesome powers shouldn't be stuck here!
Dwarf Lady: Oh my, there is something odd in my soup pot...
Sien: From the unusual appearance, is that not the one called Squishy within your apparatus?
(Dwarf Lady goes on making the soup with Squishy in it)
Changeling: Hey there sailor! Looking for fun/
Doog's mind Its a changeling… FEMALE!! But also a dude... FEMALE!! Could have been anything… FEEEMAALLEEE!! Or with anything… FEEEMAAAALEEEE!!!)
Doog: Hey good looking!
(Michael returns to the tavern)
Michael: Hey dwarf, is that offer still good?
Dwarf Drunken master: Aye lad!
(Michael drinks the dwarf under the table)
Michael: I'll be thankin you for that... *wobbles* Those three bags of platinum there...
Jarlot: Wow, that was amazing.
Marish: Where were you??
Michael: I had to find another drunken master to see if I actually could do it first!
(V approaches a shady guy in a dark ally)
V: I... hear you have pictures... Of pontiffs?
Shady guy: Yeah, I got some, 10 gold each.
V: Deal, hand them over.
(Paladins appear from nowhere)
Paladins: We're the vice squad! You're busted, creepo!
V: Crap....
(Starts throwing alchemist's fire and runs)
Smig appears on deck after being missing for a few hours. He appears no cleaner.
"Oh hello, deary!" chirps the old dwarf lady. "What did you get up to in town?"
"Oh, this and that..." smirks Smig, going below deck with his animal companion wrapped about his arms.
Meanwhile, in the local Jorasco enclave...
"My gods!" cursed the head healer. "Why the blazes are so many people coming down with Red Ache all of a sudden? Did every well in town become tainted in the same day??"
At the local Cannith enclave, an artificer enters his workshop to discover that his entire stock of wondrous items of home convenience has been destroyed by what appears to be Rusting Grasp. He stands, shocked and with jaw agape, until an apprentice appears and tugs the sleeve of his smock.
"Uh, sir?" she stammers, "We might have a problem. Somehow the three fire elementals we have bound throughout the building have been released."
She gets no response from her superior, so she presses further.
"I don't want to alarm you, sir, but this is a big problem! I don't know if you've noticed, but, uh, the room is on fire!!"
She turns and flees. "Run! Save yourself! The elemental fire of judgment and retribution has fallen upon us to punish us for our wicked ways! Repent! Repent!!"
Chalky prowls into the kitchen and sniffs at his dish. The old dwarf lady spoons in some soup. Chalky notices squishy in his bowl, and grins. Squishy spits and runs. The two wreak much havoc in the kitchen and galley as Chalky reshapes his body for speed, reach, and grabbing. The neogi escapes to the rafters, but not before leading the feral changeling through every piece of furniture in the two rooms and over a couple of the slower redshirts.
"Did you hear about the wells?"
"Yeah! Red ache! Geeze..."
Upon hearing this, Michael heads for the ship
Michael: Hey hippy dude, sup.
Smig: What do you want, blackguard?
Michael: I know enough about evil and poisoning people to figure out what the cause of that stuff was. And, ya know, you always rant about the evils of these people and "Coincidentally" bad stuff happens to them... Seriously man, you aren’t even trying.
Smig: Congratulations... Your point?
Michael: None really... But I do hear you druids have some rocking "Healing" herbs! Gimme! And don’t forget, I know plenty about poisons...
Smig: Fine.
Michael: Snoogans! Hey, maybe we could destroy stuff some time!
Smig: You too hate the wicked ways of artifice??
Michael: Nah, I just like breaking stuff with my sword!
Ajihazi and Marish are talking after a generally unsuccessful attempt at extracting information from the warforged that it didn't have.
Ajihazi: Alas, the warforged knew naught! What am I to do? I must save those infants from explosive death, but to do so I must defeat this monstrosity!
Marish: Uh-huh. I think I could give you a few directions, if you're really interested.
Ajihazi grabs Marish
Ajihazi: You know where this thing hides? Tell me now! TELL ME!
Marish: While I do like it rough and all, this is a little excessive. I mean, are you actually serious, or are you just playing this joke way past its sell-by date?
Ajihazi: What do you mean?
Marish bursts out laughing but stops when she sees his look
Marish: I'm sorry (hee hee)... but... I mean... you're actually serious... Oh my gods! You're actually serious!
Ajihazi: What's so funny?
Marish: There are more, you know.
Ajihazi: May the Light preserve us!
Marish: Oh yes! Doog's got one, even if it's gross, Ketler's got one, The Changelings can choose to have one, Michael's got one, Jarlot's got one, Pholly's got a rather impressive one, but I'm not sure about Kanatash...
Ajihazi: By the Light! So many! By the way I'd imagine they go at it, for they are fiends of utmost evil, it's a wonder there is a next generation at all!
Marish laughs uncontrollably.
Ajihazi: What's so humorou... guh...
Marish, confused, suddenly stops laughing
Marish: Are you alright?
Ajihazi looks different and moves to sit on Marish
Ajihazi: Tell me story.
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