Session Start: Thu May 06 18:16:03 2004 ---------- off to never-never land ---------- Little busy atm, but okay... Ars: Mail me my charsheet soon as you can * Bourne lets the wind die. "Hello!" *silence* "Well. That was... unexpected." * Veshengo lets silence reign. * Monika watches the last 'grimlock' closely, but keeps her gaze no higher than the creature's belt level. *DM-guttermind* ;) * Monika does not want to look in that thing's eyes, if her suspicions are correct. * Curuar has another arrow ready * Neil makes some somatic movements, spreading his fintergips out wide, several copies of himself hopping out from them ((mirror image)) okay, everyone give me a will save. 1d4 * Prozac throws the bones for Neil (1d4) and gets 4. 3d6 * Prozac throws the bones for Bourne (3d6) and gets 12. Pass. 1d20+1 * Prozac throws the bones for Monika (1d20+1) and gets 9. Neil: what is that? oh pbbbbt. d20+4 * Prozac throws the bones for Neil (d20+4) and gets 16. 1d20 * Prozac throws the bones for Curuar (1d20) and gets 17. Dunno that modifiers "Guys... it isn't what it appears to be." 1d20+8 * Prozac throws the bones for Sylvia (1d20+8) and gets 10. "I'm aware of that, Sylvia dear, but I seem to be rolling like shit. As usual." bloody hell even with a +8 *snrk* "Hang on..." "I think it may be an illusion shell of some kind. There's something... someone, maybe?... inside it. Can you see?" "Must be seeing things..." *adjusts his aim for the midsection "Woman... " "Stay back." * Neil grins "You see it, too?" "Why?" Mon: gimme another one... ( ooc: Animal's voice over "Woman! Woman!" ) *heheheheh* * Neil thrusts out seven blue gauntlets, 7 Neils cackling as he looses a lightning-charged fireball at whatever the thing is, not rightly caring. d20+2 * Prozac throws the bones for Veshengo (d20+2) and gets 5. (Pfft.) ( grumbles got a 10... ) "What the FUCK?!" 1d20+5 * Prozac throws the bones for Arsenal (1d20+5) and gets 24. * Curuar moves in front of Bourne, keeping himself between Bourne and the creature 5d6 * Prozac throws the bones for Neil (5d6) and gets 19. "Shit, I thought you weren't crazy any more, Neil! Don't throw lightning at someone hasn't done anything to you!" Ars: another will? "Master Bourne, Neil may have te right idea in this instance." Mon: yes d20+1 * Prozac throws the bones for Monika (d20+1) and gets 2. "Whatever it is it's in the cave with these grimlocks. Judging from the stone statues, that's not a *person*" -r +e Neil: your flaming sphere fizzles as you cast it "You don't know that. What if she's a prisoner?" ( ack not good... I got a bad feeling about this... ) "Fine, stupid, go try and play cards with it." * Prozac was kicked by Monika ([QuickSmite] HEY! You get your bitch-ass back in the kitchen! And make me some pie! ) * Sylvia juz watches carefully * Prozac has joined #highseas Come on, no bot's different from any other. You can knock him down, but the Prozac just keeps on comin'. Sorry, Ars. Sheer frustration set in. This is like what, three weeks and still the juju is rotten. "It's counterspelling my fireballs. Come on Bourne, go try and make nice. I'll take your staff after you DIE." ( fear not I only got a 10... did that make it I wonder.. ) syl: you made yours last session ;) * Curuar fires off an arrow at the thing * Bourne tries to take a closer look at the thing. "Hello? Hey, can you hear me?" He tries to step forward and is blocked by Curuar. ahhh 'k thought you said Fort save for last weeks okay... I was winging it last week. sue me. * Sylvia speaks couple differ languages to see if it understands - common, elfie, halfling "Godsdammit, you madmen, stop shooting at the thing!" n/p Ars *snrk* * Neil , for a brief passing moment, considers scorching Bourne instead to just shut him up. * Veshengo shrugs. "That was a nice trip. I'm thinking we should get going. He obviously doesn't want to follow us." ~_^ * Monika holds her mirror up in front of her eyes, toward the 'grimlock', and slowly backs away. A female voice rings out, like water over crystal. "No, Mister Bourne, your friends have the right idea. But, they will join my collection eventually..." * Sylvia 'hmmms' quietly as she looks around near the 'thing' * Neil attempts to cast grease upon the creature. looks mind you not *moves* and *looks* * Bourne sighs. "See? If you just talk with someone for a while, it all becomes clear. And now it's clear that she's not a good guy." "Respectfully, sir, NO SHIT!" * Sylvia *chuckles* at that "When are they normally when they're with things that attack?" the illusion drops, and a robed, hooded woman steps forward a step. "However, I am not unreasonable." "Duh?" "What do you want?" "I surrender." ( says to woman ) "Who are you?" The new Number Two. By the way, Ars, what happened to that arrow Curuar shot? it hit the wall. Fouled by Bourne bumping into my back? "I don't like this." Ars, silence the bot, please. "I never like this." * Sylvia awaits lassies answer Lassie? Mo' like Scalie! ( *snrk* ) ( ponders she's shorter than me hehehe ) "That's a load of garbage! You JUST said we'd join your collection and you expect us to give in to this surrendering crap?" "I have gone by many names. For simplicity, you can just call me Wynn." * Sylvia shakes her head "What do you want? And why if you are the reason for doing that outside, whey did you do it?" * Neil holds a mirror out in front of his seven selves, checking said seven selves out a bit before turning the mirror to the creature "I have lived here alone for many years, the grimlocks as my only companions. I cannot control my gaze, but they were immune. Now I see that it is pointless to try and hide, as I have inadvertantly killed more people than I care to count. None of them heeded my warning to leave." * Sylvia cocks an red tinged eyebrow up "Medusa." "I suppose what we're trying to say is 'How do we know that you're not surrendering just to get us to drop our guard'?" "So you do *warn* them ahead of time?" * Sylvia ponders on that. "Some folks can't control themselves sometimes.. look at Neil." she looks at Neil apologetically "I tried, at first. They inevitably looked, and were made as you see them." * Neil grins "You could just hang out a 'Do Not Enter' notice? 'No trasspassers?' 'Private Property'? 'Perpetrators will be violated'?" ((No-one's going to even *try* to sense motive here?)) * Sylvia looks at Cur "Some folks can't read remember." * Sylvia don't need to juz yet ;) fear not Neil ;) "And some folks don't care one way or the other." "Um... it's called a hood, lady. Yours seems to be working right now." Yeah, it'd just keep the smart ones out though. "Yeah, it'd just keep the smart ones out." * Bourne quite deliberately turns around completely to face back toward the exit, not having a mirror on him. "Yeah.. really think of what is on this island for a second... P I R A T E S. Ever hear of a pirate *not* sneaking about?" * Bourne racks his brain for what kind of creature this is, and what their known traits are. "No, I have kept my head down under the hood intentionally. If I raise my head to look at you, you will eventually die." Bourne: Neil said it earlier. Medusa. * Sylvia wracks her mind thinking of the legends of her kind snakes for hair, a petrification gaze said to be powerful enough to affect the Tarrasque and many of the powerful outsiders. and the gaze is said to work even after the creature dies. "Right. Okay, look. Frankly, I don't see much percentage in hanging around here. You guys?" "It is sad that you are this way. I know it is your kind...wish we could help you with that." * Sylvia actually feels for the woman/thang "It's not OUR fault you're that bedamned ugly." "It isn't that, Neil... jeez have some..." trails off * Neil grins again ( ooc: *snrk* Neil ;) ) "forgive our friend, miss. His mouth is uglier than... *cough* Anyway." "On the other hand, I'm willing to make an exception for Neil, here." Can I recall what, if anything, medusas eat? * Veshengo eyes Neil. "Perhaps we can make a deal after all. What do you say we leave Neil, and you let the rest of us go without further incident, hmm?" You can feel some sarcasm from that comment, though. normal human food. "Despite my good friends here, I see no point in kissing your ass, madam." * Sylvia *sighs* "Do you know of a way we could help you? I know no priestly magic that I can delve into that could." "There is supposedly one thing that could help, but I have traced it's location to the nation known as... Bloodwater?" Wynn's fumbling with the name. "She doesn't need help, Syl. It's who she is. Seriously, guys. Is there any reason we're still hanging around here? There's a deadly danger standing back there and nothing I can think of that I want here." "...Oh." "That'd be Redwater." "Don't you mean Redwater?" Well, I'm 0 for 2 on the "enlightened virtue" thing tonight. ;^) "Yes. Redwater. It has been far too many years." "Although, given the proclivities of the more militant of their priesthood, 'Bloodwater' is not a bad name for the place." * Sylvia comes up with a thought... * Arsenal sets mode: +v Prozac "Hey you like sailing?" A smile crosses her face as her green eyes light up "Lady Sylvia, are you considering what I think you are?" * Veshengo laughs. "Bloodwater is much more than appropriate." "Could be a proper name anyway. Legend has it that the red was given by the blood of..." Bourne realizes he's babbling and gets back on track. "Let me take a wild stab here. A magical artifact?" * Sylvia grin widdens "Well if our Capt won't take her... I know someone who might. And she'd be a helluva a addition to someone's crew. Until we get her 'problem' solved." (Gonna throw a sense motive out there about now.) d20+1 * Prozac throws the bones for Veshengo (d20+1) and gets 13. although her face is hidden, you can sense Wynn's confusion. "You're... offering to help me retrieve it?" "Sylvia, if you're thinking about what I think you are, then let me be the first to say that whatever it is is a CAPITAL idea." Vesh: you think she's being honest "Yes, Wynn if not our captain my father might help and with my help." "Uh, no. We're not taking a medusa on board ship. I would prefer not to have our crew being turned into statues, accidentally or not. If she wants our help, she can wait here for it. +" "What's the thing do, Wynn?" (Let me try a Sense Motive) d20+5 * Prozac throws the bones for Monika (d20+5) and gets 10. ewwwwwww Mon: you think she's being honest ( ditto cuz it could jeopardize me pop ) 1d20+8 * Prozac throws the bones for Sylvia (1d20+8) and gets 26. sense motive "It's not an artifact, but a custom item made of clear crystals that fit over the eyes." "Ummm like reading glasses type of lenses?" Sounds about right. "Sounds about right." Red, right? One long lens across the brow, kind of makes you look like a Cyclops? ;^) nope. ;) * Sylvia looks concern now "What is it you fear? My offer of help is genuine...or is it something else?" She quietly says same basic function. "Weird. Never heard of one of those. But yeah, we can look for it. We were headed that direction anyway." . o O (Convenient, that.) "I am... afraid of myself." * Sylvia nods.. stops cuz she's looking down "Because of what your 'problem' does?" ( ooc: why do I feel like Obi-Wan...and talking to a young Ani... ) gods-dammit... RL intrudes. Feel free to RP the sitch for 5-10 minutes, with Wynn staying silent. ((back)) ( in black? ) hehehe * Sylvia waits for Wynn ;) so mesa pauses * Monika takes Veshengo aside. "What we have here, is a low self-esteem problem." "She needs our help... can we not let her stay below deck or something... she's lonely." * Veshengo is taken to the side. He's not gonna argue with the pretty woman. "Yup. But she also can turn people to stone, so... It's somewhat warrented." "Way too dangerous. Look, if the mission works we'll be back in a few months. That's not long to wait for something this important." "Since you *evidently* aren't lying to us, then perhaps my anger at you disspelling my magic should be sated. In all honesty though, I don't really see how wearing a blindfold wouldn't solve the problem just as well as a pair of what Bourne's wearing." "Say, Bourne, couldn't you just give her yours?" "My specs? Get real." "Whatever she's looking for is obviously enchanted. A gaze that works through air would work just as well through glass." "Would blindfolding work though?" "Then why doesn't someone just rig her a blindfold-type contraption with mirrors?" "If we leave her here...someone might come back and kill her... I don't want that possibility. If our capt won't help I'll get my father." "I suspect not, since she intimated that the hood wouldn't. Petrification is a pretty powerful force of magic." "Yeah. One wrong look and you're screwed." (Stupid quotes) hehe "That would be a fact." "She'd be a might bit useful for taking over a ship." * Bourne mutters "Except that some of us prefer to do it without everyone aboard being killed..." "Exactly what I was thinking, Neil." "Neil. You're a genius." * Veshengo hmmms... "That's an excellent preposition." * Sylvia rolls her eyes hehehe "What did you think I was meaning from the getgo?" "No, really. What about those Gnomes? They just might be able to do what Neil suggested." * Bourne rubs his forehead. "Are you all insane? One wrong look and the captain's a park bench." * Sylvia chuckles "She can help while we help her." "All she has to do is NOT LOOK." "I think you mean proposition, Vesh." * Sylvia *sighs* "I know... but in actuality I...we need to help her." * Curuar has a disturbing thought * Curuar glances over at the medusa, keeping his eyes low "Why do you think she lives in a cave on a barely-inhabited island? NOT LOOKing is hard to do." brb gotta tuck pup in "we speak as if she isn't here to speak for herself." ( I was actually awaiting her answer hehehe but w/Ars not here *snrk* ) And on that note, we wait for her to respond, i.e. for the GM to get back. back... gimme a moment to read the scroll... "A blindfold will work, but I would miss seeing things. I wear a hood to hide my snakes, but I still have the front open to see." "I am averting my own gaze right now, for your protection." "Would hiding just the snakes work? If that is all that causes the 'stoning' perhaps that's all we need to do." "No. The snakes are separate from my gaze." "You want to test that theory?" "I would be willing to help you Wynn if you allow it." "Wynn, do you agree that it would be exceedingly dangerous to the crew of a ship were you to board it?" "If she would not being below deck most of the journey... and maybe allowed topside at certain times when folks could be alerted." "Yes, it would be. Until I get those lenses, I am dangerous to everyone." "That settles that." "But without me, how would you identify the lenses I require?" "Could she not stay below decks though." "Only come up every now and then." "You know them well enough to select them from among other magical artifacts?" Technically, that's a call only a captain of a ship should make. "Then you can describe them in their particulars, no?" "Regardless you will be helped. Either by our Capt or I hope my father." "Yes. As I said, they are unique, made by a blind psion to my own specifications." "Okay. Look, I don't ultimately have the authority to deny you passage on a ship. We can bring your proposal to our captain if you want to make arrangements. I just really strongly think it would be a lot better for you to wait here and we take ship with a complete description of the things." She nods... or at least, you think she nods from the movement of the hood. "Yeah. The capt might just say 'no' on principal'" * Monika got called away from the kb for a sec I understand that... "Allright. We can look for your lenses. We'll want something in return, though. The men that have been petrified -- I'm almost certain it's possible to reverse those transformations. Once you have received the lenses, you will devote your efforts to seeing that this is done. And I can't speak for any price the Captain may put on the mission." "Is it a deal?" * Sylvia *sighs* "If you want to stay here... understandable...I just hate to leave her by herself. For she *is* that now that they're dead." She motions to the dead bodies "That's a good point, actually. We can probably make arrangements to have food left at the doorstep; townsfolk will probably charge three prices for it, though." "Undo the wrongs of my nature? I am willing to do that." "Doubt she has money... it's all stoned with the people. Or do you, Wynn?" "Food is not a problem. I grow my own." * Sylvia *nods* "Well that's good.." * Veshengo shrugs. "Please relay my request to your captain. I will wait here." "Allright. Let's go, guys." She turns, and walks slowly down the cavern. "Wynn, if your request is accepted, someone from town will be sent up to lay a gold piece at your threshold before tomorrow evening." * Bourne heads out. anyone pillaging the corpses? * Curuar moves after Bourne "Well, that was productive." "Mm. We hacked up a few grimlocks, got pretty badly beaten ourselves in some cases, took on an extra job for no pay, but, oh, we may have saved the lives of a couple petrified guys we don't know. Yeah, we're definitely in the black on this one." ( how can you ... ain't it all stone? ) the grimlock corpses. ( oh wait... grimmies be what ya talkin' about ) ( aye ) * Veshengo scratches his head. "Hey, mm... Shouldn't we deal with the corpses?" * Sylvia just walks out deep in thought ((Neil would have asked, then looted) so just loot. ;) * Neil loots. "Wouldn't any stuff here rightly belong to Wynn?" 1300 gp Potion of Reduce (5th level power) Scroll of Mage Armor (x2) Scroll of Invisibility (x3) "That's her call." "She didn't show any opposition or state otherwise." * Neil takes the scrolls. "I could definitely use these." "Why don't we divide the gold evenly." * Veshengo shrugs and scoops up the cash then. "Except for Neil. He's already got his cut." * Neil takes the potion, too. * Veshengo swipes the potion first. flipping a coin... 1 is Neil, 2 is Vesh "I think the scrolls would be more than enough for your share, don't you think?" 1d2 * Prozac throws the bones for Arsenal (1d2) and gets 2. * Sylvia looks up at the sky once out of the cave "Considering I outrank you, I'd distribute it as needed." "But if you care to be a child about it, take the bedamned thing." "Stupid." the one scroll is 25 gp, the other is 150 gp ( forgot... daytime right? or is it eve? ) (x3 and x2, Arsenal. That's a lot of scrolls) potion's worth 250 daytime point... * Veshengo smirks. "Ya know, you're the one who decided to call me names. I'm not the one with an inferiority complex here." * Sylvia watches the clouds and birds go by for a few seconds then head backs to the Pearl to see if Capt is there if not she'll head to their ship to bring the notion to mon capitan * Veshengo walks out after gathering the stuff to be split. Captain's overseeing repairs to the ship. * Bourne sighs, picks up exactly 2gp. One to pay somebody with, one to use as a token. * Sylvia goes to the Capt * Sylvia cares not for the looties ;) "Capt, got a moment? Had a very interesting discovery." * Bourne heads back down to the town and the ship. * Monika OOCly upscrolls, ICly says "Thank you once again, Neil, for proving the Captain's point." "His point?" "A moment, perhaps." He looks you over. "Something wrong?" "We've discovered a Medusa who wishes help in curving her 'stoning' problem." "From the last shore leave we had." You could swear he would have picked his jaw up off the ground if it wasn't still attached to his face. * Veshengo goes about doing random stuff around the ship. "I kind'a said perhaps we could help her. Could we? I know she would be dangerous. She says in Redwater there's a device than can do that." "Which was?" "Could we help her? She could stay below decks...and maybe only come up once in a while. People can be alerted and well take precautions.." She looks hopeful and sincere * Bourne comes up beside Sylvia. "There's a couple petrified fellows in the cave that might be obliged to us if we did." *to Bourne* "Explain." "Yes, she did say she'd help turn them back once we helped her. Or find the means to.." "Price. At the least, I asked her to agree to getting the fellows flesh and bone again if we retrieve the thing. If you really want to be mercenary about it, I left open the door for any other price you might care to name. Medusaes don't typically collect treasure if I remember aright, but she might have something to trade." "You know we sail in two days, right?" * Sylvia looks downward... "Perhaps she could help with the fight..." "Yes sir. I would presume the lenses are in Redwater's collection, which is where we're heading anyway." "Hmm.... Come back to me in an hour." "Yes sir." * Bourne idly remembers that he didn't get the actual description from Wynn, makes a note to do so if the captain says yes. * Sylvia looks up, hopeful green eyes a shinning * Bourne spends the hour poking around the permanent population for stories of anyone that's disappeared around here in ways that didn't involve a knife fight or shipping out. the cap'n calls the mate over, and they start talking. * Sylvia smiles widely and heads for the bow and looks over into the water * Neil sighs, going downdecks to get some rest. Stupid idiot child doesn't even rightly know what the potion does. Selfish twit. Stupid stupid stupid! * Sylvia stays there the hour thinking and pondering * Veshengo jumps down, landing in front of Bourne and Sylvia. "So, how do you think it went?" B: you hear-tell of a few people from various ships that just up and disappeared, but no one ever suspected foul play. he's in a differ spot than I ;) hehehe GM: anyone notable? * Monika has quit IRC (Ping timeout ) B: mostly just random crewmen. *to Veshengo* "Dunno. Captain's thinking about it, I guess." GM: 'k. "Good." "... Have you ever heard of a medusa that didn't like being a medusa?" Hannass was careless with a soul again? Biology isn't destiny? The Underworld needs to get a good union! ;) "I've heard of lot of stuff like that." He smiles. "My dad was someone who didn't want to be human. How weird is that." "Really? He was human and didn't want to be? What did he want to be?" "Let's just say he had a thing for elves." "Sounds like Mom, only for Humans." "Ah. I've heard a bit about that." "Yeah. But the thing is I'm not a half-elf." Syl: just staying there by the bow of the ship? * J-Rock has joined #highseas for the hour ;) then gonna tell daddy the good news 're JR * J-Rock is now known as Monika hehehe * Arsenal sets mode: +o Monika once the hour is done she'll check with capt cuz if he says no... then I gotta ask pops * Monika OOCly @grumblefuckmutters. My videocard picked a fine time to lock up my system. * Sylvia is bound and determine to help the poor medusa * Sylvia too soft hearted I guess S'ok. It's balanced by Neil being so soft headed ;) +o ( *snrk* ) by the time the hour is approaching, you hear raised voices... seems Duras, Davies, Drake, and Keegis are arguing on deck. "...the hell?" * Sylvia looks over that way * Bourne comes closer to listen. * Curuar gives a discreet listen ( ooc: oops nearly said *perked her ears forward* hehehe ) seems they're arguing about the feasibility of having a medusa on board a ship during the trip. heheh Duras be all for it! ;) * Veshengo lets curiosity get the better of him. :P Voice over... "So she has snake heads... still a babe!" . o O (I assume they've gotten the basic question of whether to help her out of the way, then, and it's down to mechanics.) so he is. Keegis is emphatically saying "no", Davies is citing loyalty to his crew, and Drake's not sure whether it's a good idea. ( that would be Duras btw not Sylvia of course that would say that hehehehehe ) * Sylvia listens intently * Sylvia sees if she can catch pops eyes from the distance and if she does nods her head 'yes' hehehehe Drake's torn between his daughter and the safety of the crew of whatever ship the medusa's on. Neil- "Put her with the gnomes!" * Bourne mutters, "This isn't hard. Leave her here and well get her stuff for her." ( ooc: ack! Duras is sneaking in... his thoughts are juz soooooo ) Duras is arguing that the medusa would be a perfect addition to the stealth assault team. "I'm with the dwarf on this one." Syl: Tentacle monster anime stuff? ((That's Neil's perspective too)) ( hehehehehehehehe ) * Sylvia was part of that stealth group right? "Fine! I won't have her on the _Lina_, though." * Duras_Frostbeard has joined #highseas "And my craft is too small to keep her under wraps for very long." "Fine! Damn gnomes anyways... I'll take her on mine." "The gnomes have nothing to do with this!" "She can stay belowdeck until we get into position. But I still say she'll do good with the stealth group." Keegis is a halfling, btw... a peg-legged halfling. ;) * Duras_Frostbeard *snorts* ( I know ;) but they didn't speak up hehehe ) * Sylvia *chuckles* behind her hand descreetly "Your crew is handling the stealth team, right, Davies?" Davies nods. * Duras_Frostbeard scratches his beard absently causing the beads to tinkle against each other "Besides, we can always threaten our men with her looks." He chuckles to himself. * Duras_Frostbeard *chuckles* as well "Ya know...how far does the scaly part go? Is it juz the head?" a familiar twinkle sparkles in his black eyes Davies nods to Drake, Keegis frowns and clomps away. * Duras_Frostbeard *wiggles* his eyebrows "Haven't you had enough, old man?" * Duras_Frostbeard puts his hand on his chest in mock surprise. "Who me?" * Duras_Frostbeard eyes Drake sternly but still jokingly, "And who are you calling old man?" "I may be slowing down, but you're still older than I'll ever get." Davies slips away from Drake and Duras as the two trade barbs, and heads to where Bourne is standing. "You heard, I take it?" * Duras_Frostbeard stands up to his 4' height and sticks out his broad chest. "And best ya not be forgettin' that!" and laughs * Sylvia is happy! "Yes sir. I'll make arrangements to let her know." "How, um... how exactly does Captain Frostbeard intend to take her aboard?" "He has a suite of private bunks for passengers on board. She'll be away from the rest of his crew there." "Midnight would be best, I think. Just in case." "Actually, sir, I should probably get the details from him. With your permission?" * Duras_Frostbeard looks a bit crestfallen as he talks to Drake "Ack... what am I gonna tell the girls..." "That'd be best." "Ummm donna think they gonna like this all to well. Ummm." * Bourne goes over to Captain Frostbeard and suggests that he send a guy up to the cave at midnight to escort Wynn down, since it's unlikely she'll recognize the ship and it'd doubtless be best if fewer people were abroad. * Duras_Frostbeard eyes Bourne, "I'll do it meself. So where's this cave?" "As you wish, sir." He gives the Captain directions to the cave. "Wynn her name? Midnight sounds good, great idea." * Duras_Frostbeard scratches his beard once more in thought "Yes sir." "So...see her very well? She like big and mean lookin'?" "Ain't never meet a Medusa before... juz tales of'em." (5'5", slim build, hidden under robes) "Hooded and robed, sir. I am, after all, still squishy." * Duras_Frostbeard cocks an eyebrow up at the 'squishy' part. "Not stone." "Squishy?" *chuckles* "True..." "Anything else, sir?" "Well that means that juz being around her doesn't 'stone' a feller. That's good, she'll stay below decks until we get to where we need to. So she serious about wanting to get help to prevent her powers?" "I think so." * Duras_Frostbeard *nods* "Thanks then." and smiles warmly at him "My pleasure, sir." * Bourne walks back to his own ship. . o O (Man'd boink a muck beast if it winked at him right.) "Hear that Monika, we get to help her." "Master Bourne, a moment if you would? " "Yes, Curuar?" "It's about Wynn, sir. Are we certain we can trust her?" "No. Are you certain you can trust most men on a privateer?" * Duras_Frostbeard heads back to his ship as he tries to discern a plan to let his crew and 'girls' know of the temp addition to the crew "Ummm I wonder..." "That's not what I mean, sir. She wants that item from the Redwater people, but can we trust her to be telling the truty about it?" -y +h "Oh." Drifting over from the _Cold Steel_ is a female elven voice. "ARE YOU OFF YOUR ROCKER?!" erm... _Cold Steel_ "Well... it's an awful lot of trouble to go through for something otherwise. She was very careful to keep the petrification off of us." "Mainly, Curuar, I just don't want to be the first fellow she looks at after she tries them on." He winks. "My point exactly, sir. What if those lenses enhance her pertrification ability?" "Mm." "Or allow her some other advantage?" "I don't know. But you give me an idea." "Now hang on a moment, dear..." "Redwater's doubtless done much research into what their collection is, what they do, how they are to be safely handled. That information might be at the vault, or it might be elsewhere. Either way, it could be quite useful to a man that wanted to know what something did before handing it over... or to cherry-pick the best stuff from the collection as the divvying was being done." "What would you think of looking for those records should the opportunity present itself?" "She is going to be an asset in this triffling we're about to be a doing. She's gonna be staying below deck in her own room. It's not like as if.." trails off "I'd be for it. It would definitely help us decide which items to keep out of the geberal inventory. Granted, there will be things in there that some of the crews would kill eachother for." and... why don't we kill it here for the night... 'k ------ A hotshot pirate with brains. Wonders never cease. ------