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== Billy takes a Dive == | |||
{{Pitor}}: There I stand, staring over the captain's destroyed body, with Brenton babbling on about how I'm a killer. Absurd to the point of absurdity… wait, bad wording. Still, absurd. In ''any'' case, the Hammers restore order. | |||
There was much talking, and accusations were tossed like daggers. Suspicious, I pulled Amabel forward. She seems to have the gift, and she was greatly afraid of Billy and the Goat. When pressed, she claimed they were possessed. It wasn't good enough for the King's Court, but her words kindled the affair until Billy leapt from the ship and was lost beneath the waves. | |||
Any mortal man would be thought dead, but I have a strange feeling that we haven't seen the last of whatever Billy Yonder has become. | |||
== Land, ho == | |||
{{Pitor}}: I think I was the only one aboard the ship not enchanted by the sight of land. I've had sport enough the past few days, and everyone keeps tossing out… ''that'' word. You know the one: "work". I think the scouting team will be quite a lark, but others seem to think it a grueling task. I'm not really cut out for ''grueling''. | |||
We make camp, and the next day, our intrepid band sets off to find fresh water at the river. Along the way, we come across signs of habitation. My mind drifts to tawny, muscular island natives prone to wearing little and without our noble sense of modesty. At least, I hope that's what we find. It seems a small prize for the hardships endured thus far! | |||
I am jarred back to reality when we stumble across a corpse of some gargantuan creature; a legendary beast of reptilian form, but not a dragon. I collect its skull. As we return to camp at night, I resolve to stay awake, and tap into the primal, tribal energies of this area and carve the gigantic skull with primitive, feral, tribal patterns. | |||
== Get a grif == | |||
== Caving == | |||
== Rewards == | == Rewards == | ||
Revision as of 12:58, 14 March 2011
Starring: 
Sedeq, 
Pitor, and 
Falcon (
Brenton was ill)
Guest Starring: Billy Younder, Crayborn Frey, Arry Frey, Edwin Bainbridge, Dario Nardozzi, Maud Steed, and Amabel
Challenge: Billy Younder; Beetles; Hippogriff(s); Liquid stone
Location: Aboard the The Stranger's Bride, Coast
Date Played: 01 Mar 2011
Billy takes a Dive
Pitor: There I stand, staring over the captain's destroyed body, with Brenton babbling on about how I'm a killer. Absurd to the point of absurdity… wait, bad wording. Still, absurd. In any case, the Hammers restore order.
There was much talking, and accusations were tossed like daggers. Suspicious, I pulled Amabel forward. She seems to have the gift, and she was greatly afraid of Billy and the Goat. When pressed, she claimed they were possessed. It wasn't good enough for the King's Court, but her words kindled the affair until Billy leapt from the ship and was lost beneath the waves.
Any mortal man would be thought dead, but I have a strange feeling that we haven't seen the last of whatever Billy Yonder has become.
Land, ho
Pitor: I think I was the only one aboard the ship not enchanted by the sight of land. I've had sport enough the past few days, and everyone keeps tossing out… that word. You know the one: "work". I think the scouting team will be quite a lark, but others seem to think it a grueling task. I'm not really cut out for grueling.
We make camp, and the next day, our intrepid band sets off to find fresh water at the river. Along the way, we come across signs of habitation. My mind drifts to tawny, muscular island natives prone to wearing little and without our noble sense of modesty. At least, I hope that's what we find. It seems a small prize for the hardships endured thus far!
I am jarred back to reality when we stumble across a corpse of some gargantuan creature; a legendary beast of reptilian form, but not a dragon. I collect its skull. As we return to camp at night, I resolve to stay awake, and tap into the primal, tribal energies of this area and carve the gigantic skull with primitive, feral, tribal patterns.
