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Island of DOOM!!
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*carefully taking a lantern off a hook in the hallway, the feebly glowing incendiary device is passed over the pile of silken fuel and placed in the somewhat greasy hand of Dapper Dan Bronds - follicle sprout obsessive.*
A strand of hair's out of place, Dap.
*squinting, she stared at a point two feet to the left and slightly above Dap's head*
Static...
A strand of hair's out of place, Dap.
*squinting, she stared at a point two feet to the left and slightly above Dap's head*
Static...
<Piles the dresses against the door and begins to saturate them with lamp oil>
<Hair... hair! How can she possibly be worried about hair at a time like th... runs a slightly trembling hand thru his hair... get a grip 'ol boy... draws a slow deep breath then looks back at LadyChina to reinsure himself... I haven't been rattled like this since... since her... grooms his hair... then rigs a lit lantern to fall onto the doused dresses if the door is opened>
That may do it. Come, I have a hunch where the others may be.
<With renewed confidence Dapper Dan heads to the door at the other end of the hall and opens it...>
<Hair... hair! How can she possibly be worried about hair at a time like th... runs a slightly trembling hand thru his hair... get a grip 'ol boy... draws a slow deep breath then looks back at LadyChina to reinsure himself... I haven't been rattled like this since... since her... grooms his hair... then rigs a lit lantern to fall onto the doused dresses if the door is opened>
That may do it. Come, I have a hunch where the others may be.
<With renewed confidence Dapper Dan heads to the door at the other end of the hall and opens it...>
<Seems the smoke start to build... Realizes that the dress will be far worse for him, if had to fight then the pirate outfit. Jumps down off the crates to change, explaining to Marrisa, Raisa and the others of his plan.>
Ok, here's the plan... I'll throw open the hatch and help you three up to the deck above, then be right behind you. If you see someplace to hide, do so... If somone looks stunded to see you, good! Scream fire and run around the hatch like fools.... But be mindful of your surroundings, anything that you see that may help us escape, make note of... But stay in my site... We can't get seperated... It won't be good for anyone if we do...
<climbs carefully back to the top of the crates, now dressed in the pirate outfit. Bursts through the hatch>
Ok, here's the plan... I'll throw open the hatch and help you three up to the deck above, then be right behind you. If you see someplace to hide, do so... If somone looks stunded to see you, good! Scream fire and run around the hatch like fools.... But be mindful of your surroundings, anything that you see that may help us escape, make note of... But stay in my site... We can't get seperated... It won't be good for anyone if we do...
<climbs carefully back to the top of the crates, now dressed in the pirate outfit. Bursts through the hatch>
Dan and Lady China run to the opposite end of the hall, barely avoiding the walls because of the rolling of the ship. Dan tries to pull the door open but finds it locked. He sees a placard on the door that says, "First Mate".
Tiger pushes open the hatch and Marissa and Raisa climb out.
The sky is a sickly grey-green color, but after your confinement, your eyes take a few seconds to adjust. You find yourselves towards the stern of a ship. Close to you is the poop deck, on the other side is the mainsail. The forecastle is beyond that.
You see a group of ten or twelve sailors all with drawn weapons standing around a door in the forecastle. They are so intent on watching the door that they don't appear to see you.
Tiger pushes open the hatch and Marissa and Raisa climb out.
The sky is a sickly grey-green color, but after your confinement, your eyes take a few seconds to adjust. You find yourselves towards the stern of a ship. Close to you is the poop deck, on the other side is the mainsail. The forecastle is beyond that.
You see a group of ten or twelve sailors all with drawn weapons standing around a door in the forecastle. They are so intent on watching the door that they don't appear to see you.
*staring in an eternity that was only a split second, the choice of which door to open was pondered. Would it be The Dragon or the Druid that waited for her beyond? Certain death or imprisonment in the web of a magic user. Maybe she should stop reading so much at bedtime. Those deeply philosophical cunundrums never did anything for her but help her pass the time between owl saving missions. Besides, the last two doors could both be locked. And what would a Dragon OR a Druid be doing on a two bit pirate ship run by a Yuletide elf and a misogynistic Slaver?*
*coughing, she yanked the handle of a door*
Ahhh...
*coughing, she yanked the handle of a door*
Ahhh...
<See something from his vantage point, tells the Raisa and the others to make for the poop deck behind him and to scream fire as they run...> Quick, lets go... There's pirates up here... They won't be surprised for long... Scream fire and run for the poop deck behind me...
<Helps Raisa up cargo out into the open>
<Helps Raisa up cargo out into the open>
*Running in to the room she noted the dream pillows some loving wench had sewn for her personal brigand, she hoped they'd brought only nightmares to the brutes that had kidnapped her. A pet monkey's minute red fez and tiny embroidered vest sat on a chair, she wondered where the cute little fellow was. All monkey's were cute, even when they were flinging the end result of a well deserved banana at the head of their adoring owner. Flinging open the nearest footlocker she found a dagger and a ribbon bound note addressed to "X". Lucky guy. The note was tucked into her ragged bodice, the dagger held in her right hand. For no apparent reason she picked up the monkey fez and vest and stuffed them next to the note marked "X".*
Dap! Try the other door.
Dap! Try the other door.
Blast! None of these keys work!
<This is getting worse by the minute 'ol boy. Escaping the Calamar prison was hairy, but this is getting bad. Wipes the sweat from his brow and grooms his hair. His eyes fix on LadyChina. You got her in this mess you bloody tart. How does she remain calm? Doesn't she realize the trouble we're in. Dan looks at the dress fire at the end of the hall. What a brilliant plan that was. Wonders how the others are doing. Tiger appears to be a good leader, I wonder if he's still wearing the dress. A slight grin appears on Dan's soot covered face. His eye’s return to LC, she’s talking. Maybe she is crazy, hoot, crazy enough to be calm, hoot, crazy enough to trust me, hoot. You got to get her out of here chap.>
HOOT!
<Runs a confident hand thru his hair. The grin turns into a smile. Dapper Dan has escaped another prison, one without bars. He moves to and try’s to open door number 3>
<This is getting worse by the minute 'ol boy. Escaping the Calamar prison was hairy, but this is getting bad. Wipes the sweat from his brow and grooms his hair. His eyes fix on LadyChina. You got her in this mess you bloody tart. How does she remain calm? Doesn't she realize the trouble we're in. Dan looks at the dress fire at the end of the hall. What a brilliant plan that was. Wonders how the others are doing. Tiger appears to be a good leader, I wonder if he's still wearing the dress. A slight grin appears on Dan's soot covered face. His eye’s return to LC, she’s talking. Maybe she is crazy, hoot, crazy enough to be calm, hoot, crazy enough to trust me, hoot. You got to get her out of here chap.>
HOOT!
<Runs a confident hand thru his hair. The grin turns into a smile. Dapper Dan has escaped another prison, one without bars. He moves to and try’s to open door number 3>
Good idea, Dap!
*She'd underestimated the vain, oddly accented man. The last thing she'd expected was that he'd embrace the power of the Hoot. To reach out towards another species using their langauge was the epitomy of an erudite. She wondered if Dap knew he was saying, "I eat moldy muskrats.", in Owlish. Oh well, it wasn't the content, it was the confidence with which he proclaimed his predilections.
*She joined him in front of the last door. Dropping to her knees she tugged him down beside her*
The air's cleaner down here, besides I'm feeling a bit dizzy.
*she swayed*
*She'd underestimated the vain, oddly accented man. The last thing she'd expected was that he'd embrace the power of the Hoot. To reach out towards another species using their langauge was the epitomy of an erudite. She wondered if Dap knew he was saying, "I eat moldy muskrats.", in Owlish. Oh well, it wasn't the content, it was the confidence with which he proclaimed his predilections.
*She joined him in front of the last door. Dropping to her knees she tugged him down beside her*
The air's cleaner down here, besides I'm feeling a bit dizzy.
*she swayed*
Lady China jerks open the door and finds the ship's galley. It looks like someone forgot to do the washing up after the last meal. Leftover pancakes and bacon are on platters on a long wooden table.
The fire has almost burnt itself out, but the black smoke is obscuring vision and making it hard to breathe.
Tiger pulls Raisa and Marissa out. Marissa screams, "FIRE! FIRE BELOW!!"
The pirates gathered around the door look back in confusion and one opens the door. Smoke issues forth and the pirates start grabbing buckets, yelling, and running into one another.
Marissa runs up the stairs two at a time to the poop deck and briefly disappears from sight. There is a scream then Marissa's body is thrown off the poop deck.
Tiger breaks her fall with his body. She is barely concious. White with terror she points up and behind your little group.
At the top of the stairs is a tall pirate in bright blue pantloons and silver shirt. His black pirates hat sports a gold skull and crossbones.
Marisa says, "It's...."
The fire has almost burnt itself out, but the black smoke is obscuring vision and making it hard to breathe.
Tiger pulls Raisa and Marissa out. Marissa screams, "FIRE! FIRE BELOW!!"
The pirates gathered around the door look back in confusion and one opens the door. Smoke issues forth and the pirates start grabbing buckets, yelling, and running into one another.
Marissa runs up the stairs two at a time to the poop deck and briefly disappears from sight. There is a scream then Marissa's body is thrown off the poop deck.
Tiger breaks her fall with his body. She is barely concious. White with terror she points up and behind your little group.
At the top of the stairs is a tall pirate in bright blue pantloons and silver shirt. His black pirates hat sports a gold skull and crossbones.
Marisa says, "It's...."
In the galley, Dan and Lady China start going through drawers. Dan smiles to himself at the thought of Lady China going through his drawers but then quickly focuses to the task at hand.
You find several small knives which could be used against unarmored or unsuspecting opponents. There are barrels of hardtack and salted meat. Several casks of water line the wall. Curiously, there is no alcohol.
There are crude forks, but most of them have missing or bent tines.
In a small workroom off of the main galley, Dan finds a lot of dirty dishes. He sees a hatch in the wall and unlocks it. The clean smell of the sea greets his nostrils. The hatch is big enough to crawl through.
He inhales deeply but starts choking and coughing as a wave slams into the ship's side and soaks Dan.
You find several small knives which could be used against unarmored or unsuspecting opponents. There are barrels of hardtack and salted meat. Several casks of water line the wall. Curiously, there is no alcohol.
There are crude forks, but most of them have missing or bent tines.
In a small workroom off of the main galley, Dan finds a lot of dirty dishes. He sees a hatch in the wall and unlocks it. The clean smell of the sea greets his nostrils. The hatch is big enough to crawl through.
He inhales deeply but starts choking and coughing as a wave slams into the ship's side and soaks Dan.