Forgotten Freedom:6

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After dealing with Ninja Jaelas, Jarlot going crazier, a trip to the portal of madness, even more clones, and Cool Cthulhu‘s insecurity problems, the crew of the Forgotten Freedom was running low on expendable crew.

So at the nearest city…

A long line forms leading into a building the FF crew have “borrowed” for the purpose of getting redshirts.

In the interview room; Jarlot, Marish (Jarlot said so, that’s why), Ketler (To see if any warforged redshirts were well built), Lisa (To check morality of prospects) Michael (To check immorality of prospects), Bruce Ki (Because he can’t find where he is supposed to go), and whoever else feels free to wander in at the moment. Outside- hundreds of potential corpses…er crew as well as the rest of the FF team.

Outside- Warforged- I need the following people to get out of the line and go to the “Red Room”: Any dual scimitar wielding drow with panthers, anyone named Sepiroth, Seshomaru, or Goku…


Jarlot- Ok, who’s next?

  • Pyrokeneticist and Fighter walk in*

Fighter- Uh… Is this like, where we do stuff? Pyro- Heheh hey how’s it going? Lisa- They don’t look like the brightest torches… Pyro- Heheh torches! Fire! Fire! Heheheh Fighter- Woah! Chicks! Uhuhuh, hey babies… Michael- Hey, I like them! Jarlot- Ok, why are you two here? Pyro and Fighter- Money! And chicks! And fire! And chicks! Doog (who’s in the room)- Sound like perfectly good reasons to me!


Warforged- Any ninjas who want to become ninja pirates, any kenders…

Jarlot- So why do you want to join? Orange Warforged- Statement- Simple. Your reputation states that your crew has the highest rate of murder and/or pillaging per voyage Bruce/Lisa-WHAT?!?! Jarlot- Er… he’s mistaken! That’s …. Someone else… Why don’t you two go… ship… there! Michael- So, what, you wanna kill everything? O.W-Clarification: Only those things worthy of my time, meat bag. Ketler- Hmm, this is a well built warforged O.W.- Statement: At least this meat bag can respect the quality of my construction.


At the “Red Room” V- The smelly one is supposed to be here! Doog- Hey I’m here, lets get ready One of many Drow w/scimitars- Hey we heard this is where we are supposed to be. Suddenly the room is flooded with alchemist fire by the crew. Those remaining are beaten with sticks. Doog- I love this job! Norbaz- Hm, alchemist fire cooks fast, and yet locks in the flavor well. Andrea- Ok, we’ll split the bodies evenly between food and zombies. Norbaz- Ok, but you take those drows. They aren’t fit to eat… Pholly- Yes! I CAN USE ALCHEMIST FIRE FOR THIS! WOOT! Jarlot even said so!


Marish- Meow! These guys look good. A Wizard, a Fighter, a Rouge and a Mystic Theuge walk in* Jarlot- So why do you want to join us? Rouge- Treasure! Wizard- Killing! Fighter-Swords! MT-EXP! Michael- MY SWORDS! Jarlot- MY EXP! Marish- MY TREASURE! Michael- MY KILLING! Lisa- Oh, this is just not good at all…


Warforged- Anyone from the Silver Flame, anyone claiming to be Zaphod Beeblebrox, any amnesiac young RPG stereotypes…


Lisa- Uh… can we help you Silver Warforged- No. No one can. Michael- What the hell are you here for? Warforged- I wish to spread the misery that is my existence to as many beings as possible. Jarlot- Well, this is the ship Marish- This thing is even bringing me down… Warforged- If you think being near a depressed warforged is bad, try being one.

Waiting Room-

O.W.-Analysis- The meat bag pirates seem to be incompetent SW- They all are. Every body. OW- Query- If you dislike everything why not destroy it all? SW- What’s the point? If I kill an organic, two more will have been born and I’ll wear out before I can chip away at it. OW- Query- But why not have fun killing things until you wear out? SW- Fun? There’s no such thing. It’s just deluding your sensors and forgetting about the inevitable for a while. It’s just like those meat bags.


Pyro- Heheh those chicks were checking me out Fighter- Liar. Huhuhuh. They were checking ME out.