Adventures in Arajara
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[Valennor] has entered the room.
[Narwick] has entered the room.
[Narwick]: send dom an invite./....
[Narrator]: check out the website for the story...
[Narwick]: kkkk
[Narrator]: What happened earlier...
[Valennor]: website...
[Valennor]: ok
[Narwick]: reading......
[Narrator]: should be under Adventure Notes
[Bartley] has entered the room.
[Bartley]: thank ya
[Valennor]: ok, boats...
[Bartley]: boats? what boats?
[Valennor]: who are we chasing again?
[Valennor]: we killed a flyer from the
carpet...
[Valennor]: does this include the elf
woman or what?
[Narrator]: you are chasing a raiding party that
arrived in ships and then fled again later
[Narwick]: i am using trillian and i
have too many peeps chating with
me....so i am going to sighn out then
sign in again on aol....brb
[Narrator]: k
[Narwick] has left the room.
[Narrator]: what elf woman are you talking
about?
[Valennor]: we came from the castle right
[Valennor]: d' worry
[Narrator]: there was a faun... Bramble
[Valennor]: yah
[Bartley]: that's what i'm asking... what
elf woman?
[Narrator]: no Elves other than Bartley
[Valennor]: you and elf women!
[Valennor]: right
[Narwick] has entered the room.
[Valennor]: k, we killed the gollum
sommoned with hearts
[Valennor]: these are evils guys
[Narwick]: narwick
[Bartley]: oh yeag
[Narwick]: i like underilineing
[Valennor]: what castle was the seige at
and where and why really quick then go
[Narwick]: actually i don't
[Narwick]: doms tassles are smoking
[Narwick]: ...lol
[Narwick]:
http://friant.org/[Narrator]/wythmende/c1/adv_
notes_23.html
[Narwick]: for dom
[Narrator]: The city under seige was named
Podana... it's where Elissa's uncle lived...
who is now known as Sir Gaius Anadonus,
a knight.
[Narwick]: right
[Valennor]: gotcha
[Narrator]: as to the why...
[Narwick]: ...
[Narrator]: About a decade ago, invaders
(barbarians) from the southern seas arrived
and started looting the coastal setlements...
[Valennor]: sounds fun but wrongish
[Valennor]: ok we remember unanimously
now
[Narrator]: then suddenly they got stronger and
began destroying some of the bigger cities...
some said they had made an alliance with
goblin shamans who practiced black magic
[Narwick]: :-\
[Valennor]: RIGHt
[Valennor]: we are after their guts
[Narrator]: only after a long hard war were the
people of Podana and the surrounding cities
able to fight the south sea barbarians to a
stand still
[Narrator]: recently though, the raids have
started again... and that's where you three
showed up... during one of the raids.
[Valennor]: and now they're back?
[Bartley]: lucky us
[Narwick]: heh e
[Valennor]: for dom's prize scalp
[Narrator]: currently you're flying over the ocean
in persuit of the fleeing banditos
[Valennor]: siegers
[Valennor]: yah
[Narwick]: righto
[Narrator]: only the carpet's tassels have started
smoking... maybe it's about to run out of
magic steam
[Bartley]: outside inlaws
[Valennor]: YOU!
[Bartley]: smoking again!?!
[Narwick]: not good
[Narwick]: weed:-\
[Bartley]: poor carpet
[Bartley]: where's some fairy dust
when i need it
[Bartley]: ...
[Valennor]: yeah (ha)
[Narwick]: x :-D !!!!!!
[Narrator]: the sun is starting to set behind you
[Bartley]: the fire on the carpet
should give us some light
[Narrator]: if you plan on sneaking aboard one
of the ships, you'd better do it quick before
the sunset sillouettes you
[Narwick]: he he
[Valennor]: you blasted, it caught my hair
[Narwick]: right
[Valennor]: ok
[Bartley]: then lets go
[Valennor]: quick
[Narwick]: letes go
[Valennor]: we land on the poop?
[Valennor]: yeah
[Narwick]: lol
[Valennor]: slipping and everything
[Bartley]: on the what?
[Narwick]: no thats too obvious
[Valennor]: the back you dimwit
[Narrator]: feeling agile, Bartley guides the
carpet...
[Narrator]: into the rear sail
[Bartley]: I don't know scalywag
lingo
[Valennor]: HHAA
[Narwick]: NICE
[Valennor]: dumb elf
[Bartley]: haaaaa
[Valennor]: half elf
[Bartley]: yeah!
[Narwick]: now boys.....be nice
[Valennor]: good, we agree
[Valennor]: you are only half better than I
[Valennor]: and in the sail...
[Bartley]: 1/2 is better than 0/2
[Narwick]: how do we get down
from the rear sail
[Narrator]: the sailor below, steering the ship...
[Narwick]: ???????????
[Narrator]: aparently cannot hear well...
[Narwick]: lol
[Narwick]: :-P
[Narrator]: he doesn't notice as you tumble and
roll aruond
[Narwick]: HE HE
[Narrator]: getting caught int he rigging
[Valennor]: nice
[Valennor]: haha
[Narwick]: int he?
[Narrator]: shaddap
[Valennor]: *valennor spits*
[Narrator]: spits on what
[Narrator]: ?
[Valennor]: nothing important
[Narwick]: dont do that dufus
[Narrator]: into the wind?
[Narwick]: yeah
[Bartley]: he may be deaf, but he can
still feel spit on his bald head
[Valennor]: can I roll for stealth to get
behind him?
[Narrator]: sure
[Valennor]: I don't have my sheet
[Valennor]: it was 13 or 14
[Narwick]: he is gonna find it
[Narrator]: you drop like a cat behind his back
[Narwick]: sweeet
[Narrator]: I have a copy
[Narwick]: kewl
[Bartley]: excellente
[Valennor]: and blam!
[Narwick]: deal
[Narrator]: blam with what?
[Narrator]: a fist or a weapn?
[Valennor]: his head is smoking a bruise
and he is tied?
[Valennor]: fist
[Narrator]: uh oh... this guy is tough, your fist
bounces off his bald (bony) head
[Valennor]: ugh
[Valennor]: feels wet and sweaty
[Narrator]: He turns around and looks stunned
for a moment
[Valennor]: hit him again!
[Valennor]: agh!
[Valennor]: Bartley!
[Narwick]: ill drop down and hit
im....tooo
[Narrator]: crack... you connect with his jaw and
he drops like a sack
[Narwick]: he he
[Narwick]: who does?????
[Valennor]: I got my sheet
[Narrator]: narwick drops down, but the man's
out cold
[Valennor]: stealth is 14
[Narwick]: lol
[Narrator]: Valennor hits a second time
[Valennor]: good for me
[Valennor]: bam, whack, thock!
[Valennor]: I'll tie him up
[Narrator]: ok
[Valennor]: and roll him in a sail
[Valennor]: then we go on...
[Narrator]: there aren't any around
[Valennor]: ahh
[Bartley]: ok, Bartley comes down
now... he got a bit stuck insome rigging...
[Narwick]: hmm
[Valennor]: haha
[Valennor]: elves
[Valennor]: are good ship masters!
[Bartley]: clamp it
[Bartley]: I know how to sail a ship!
[Valennor]: haha, you ravaled freak!
[Valennor]: rival
[Narwick]: ok...where are the ohter
peeples
[Bartley]: Except somebody is still
using rusted rigging
[Narrator]: well... a couple are walking the deck
[Narrator]: there's a lookout on the forcastle
[Bartley]: what are we trying to do on
this ship again/
[Bartley]: ?
[Valennor]: you get im narwick
[Narwick]: what are we trying to do
to theese peoples....
[Valennor]: take the ship, right?
[Narrator]: and it sounds like the botswain is
coming up the ladder a few feet away
[Valennor]: woah!
[Narwick]: oh crud....
[Valennor]: take the cap'n
[Narwick]: =-O
[Bartley]: I pull out my knife
[Narrator]: (you're following the ships to find out
where they're going)
[Narwick]: i pull out my axe
[Valennor]: haha
[Valennor]: right
[Valennor]: let's take this ship
[Narrator]: ok
[Valennor]: or stow away?
[Narrator]: hmmm
[Valennor]: take it
[Narwick]: yeah....actually ill shoot
the lookout....wit a cross bow
[Narrator]: a burly head peeks out from the
ladder hatch
[Valennor]: I'll use brawling on the
boatswain
[Valennor]: no wait
[Valennor]: does he see us?
[Narrator]: turbaned with a bold cloth
[Narwick]: hmmmm
[Narrator]: yes... you're are standing out in the
open
[Narwick]: muslic
[Narwick]: haarhar
[Valennor]: shoot
[Valennor]: him
[Valennor]: haha
[Narrator]: his eye's grow large and he
scrambles to the deck
[Narwick]: arrg
[Narrator]: (who shoots?)
[Valennor]: shoot!
[Valennor]: ahh, I'll brawl
[Valennor]: 12 roll
[Valennor]: tackle him
[Narwick]: dom thinks his
charachter sheet is obseletee
[Narwick]: t
[Narrator]: why?
[Narwick]: ask him
[Bartley]: my bow skill is hopefully
better
[Narwick]: :-X
[Bartley]: than I have listed.
[Bartley]: is it only 10?
[Narwick]: he he
[Valennor]: :-)I'm the bowmaster not
you
[Narwick]: lol
[Bartley]: i could have swore it was at
least 11
[Valennor]: you are the spells guy
[Narwick]: im the crossBOW master
[Valennor]: righto matee
[Narrator]: (I have bow down as 10 too)
[Narwick]: hehe
[Narwick]: lol
[Valennor]: HAHA
[Narwick]: roflol
[Bartley]: blast. yeah...
[Narwick]: lolmfoy
[Valennor]: dom, put him to sleep!
[Bartley]: ok, i'll put him to sleep
[Valennor]: good
[Narwick]: ...yeah
[Valennor]: I'll hold him by the legs and
you let loose
[Narrator]: it'll take one turn to pull the scroll out
of your pack
[Valennor]: -really hold
[Bartley]: you're kidding!
[Narwick]: HE HE
[Valennor]: help me hold him!
[Narwick]: narwick laughs
[Narwick]: and helps hold the
captain
[Narwick]: gags him
[Narrator]: valennor takes a dive at the man...
and tackles him to the floor
[Valennor]: yay!
[Valennor]: got im!
[Narrator]: um... Narwick get's kicked in the
mouth
[Narwick]: OOHHH
[Valennor]: ow man
[Narwick]: :-!
[Bartley]: have I got my scroll yet?
[Valennor]: "Recover, Narwick!"
[Narrator]: but bartley saves the day by chanting
the spell quickly
[Narwick]: yeah
[Valennor]: hahahahahahha,,, ow, let go
of my hair you gob
[Narwick]: way to go elf boy
[Valennor]: *valennor pries hair loose*
[Bartley]: thanks. how many uman
points did that one take?
[Narwick]: now ill shoot the lookout
[Valennor]: ok... if you must
[Valennor]: I get his goods (money)
[Narwick]: oh yeah
[Valennor]: the boatswain's
[Narrator]: (you rolled well, it only took 1 point)
[Bartley]: thanks
[Valennor]: gj joel
[Narwick]: G I jole
[Valennor]: good job...
[Bartley]: thanks again <bows.
[Narwick]: did i shoot the dude yet?
[Narwick]: the lookout fogie
[Bartley]: if you miss or are
otherwise unsuccessfull, I'll stone missle
him
[Narwick]: kkkk
[Narwick]: (note 4 k not 3)
[Bartley]: (ku kluks klan killers)
[Narwick]: YUPPERS
[Narwick]: hello...narator.....
[Bartley]: did narwick get him?
[Narwick]: =-O
[Bartley]: he made me miss says
narwick
[Narwick]: i never miss""
[Narwick]: "your good baby, ill give
ya that."
[Bartley]: no no, it's I, Bartley, that
never misses... ha ha ha
[Narwick]: "but me....I'm magic!"
[Valennor]: good one
[Bartley]: that's my line!
[Narwick]: he he
[Narwick]: lol
[Narwick]: is the narrator not here n
e more
[Bartley]: I think Mr. Narator lost
his dice...
[Narwick]: two RRRs
[Valennor]: twang, thok! "Aghh!" he
falls, clutching his wound.
[Narwick]: lol
[Narwick]: i wish
[Bartley]: (right)
[Narwick]: H
[Narwick]: E
[Narwick]: L
[Narwick]: L
[Narwick]: O
[Bartley]: did miss sweet cakes start
crying??
[Narwick]: AHHH!
[Narwick]: STOP TALKING ABOUT
BRAMBLE AGAIN
[Narwick]: !!
[Valennor]: I'm sure she gone and done it
again
[Valennor]: h
[Valennor]: e
[Valennor]: l
[Valennor]: l
[Narwick]: ?
[Valennor]: o
[Valennor]: hahahaha
[Bartley]: she's back having a party
with Rennan and and marcus
[Narwick]: OOPS I DID IT
AGIAN......
[Valennor]: really late party too
[Narwick]: oh the taste of your lips
im on a ride!!!!
[Narwick]: your toxic im slipping
under
[Narwick]: =-O
[Bartley]: narwick! quite singing!
you'll wake up the crew!
[Narwick]: lol
[Valennor]: >:oyou blasted goth
[Narwick]: ok lill sing quietly
[Bartley]: I mean stop!
[Narwick]: lol
[Narwick]: goth my a$$
[Valennor]: :-Dsure
[Narwick]: LOL
[Valennor]: :-Drub a dub dub
[Valennor]: I'll kick you blue!
[Narwick]: i hope you have washed
your arse because its a bout to be kissed
by a goblin
[Narwick]: lol
[Valennor]: :-Pwhat a hobby
[Bartley]: that's elf goth to you mr
steel-everybodies-stuff-i-am-awesome-a
nd-indistructoable-person
[Valennor]: :-*your turn elf man?
[Narwick]: um....teh
mr-steel-everybodies-stuff-i-am-awesome
-and-indistructable-person does not
compute
[Narwick]: YO.....NARRATOR
[Narrator]: (I stepped out for a moment and got
knocked overboard by a wave)
[Narwick]: AHHH
[Valennor]: I guess so!
[Narrator]: so who's shootin'
[Narwick]: we now see
[Narwick]: me
[Narrator]: ok
[Narwick]: the lookout dude
[Bartley]: shut up you
i-am-so-hot-in-my-wofy-hat-person
[Bartley]: nasty waves
[Narwick]: no you shut up you
I-come-up-with-the-dumbest-names-fogie
[Narrator]: you wing him
[Valennor]: twang, thok "Aghh!" he
falls and clutches his chest
[Narwick]: YEAH
[Narwick]: i din't no he had wings
[Narrator]: (how much damage does the
crossbow do?)
[Narwick]: ....h/o
[Narwick]: 1 d + 3
[Valennor]: "Chortle me arse!"
[Narwick]: LOL
[Bartley]: is it fatal/did he die?
[Valennor]: "Toss him overboard."
[Bartley]: quit talking about your
miserable tale!
[Bartley]: tail
[Bartley]: hindquarters!
[Bartley]: thing
[Valennor]: not miserable
[Bartley]: not?
[Narrator]: nope, the man is hit in the shoulder
[Narrator]: ... and falls in pain
[Valennor]: drat
[Bartley]: narwick!
[Narwick]: hmmm....
[Narrator]: but doesn't die... yet
[Bartley]: can I stone missle him now
[Bartley]: >
[Bartley]: ?
[Narrator]: okay
[Valennor]: I'll tour the deck for more
[Narrator]: bartley chants and his hand glows a
purple-black
[Bartley]: reading stone missle...
<magic magic> throwing stone missle...
[Bartley]: did I get him/
[Bartley]: ?
[Narwick]: did you know
[Narrator]: (what's your stone missile skill, and
how many points do you use?)
[Narwick]: nvm
[Bartley]: stone missle is 16... and I'll
go for a level 2er
[Narrator]: The stone missile shoots from
Bartley's hand...
[Bartley]: that'd be enough to knock
him off his cute little perch
[Narrator]: and smashes into the deck right
beside the man's head
[Bartley]: what!?
[Valennor]: sheesh elf guy
[Narrator]: sending a splinter into his eye
[Valennor]: hey now
[Bartley]: I guess my aim is a little
off... but least I get lucky
[Valennor]: you fire the war, guy
[Narrator]: it's too much... the lookout starts
yelling in pain
[Bartley]: now 'es blind
[Valennor]: oh no
[Bartley]: shut him up!
[Valennor]: I'll get the patrol on deck with
my bow
[Valennor]: it is for 14
[Narrator]: it'll take one turn to pull your bow out
[Valennor]: ok
[Narwick]: k
[Valennor]: then they all fall
[Narrator]: a couple of the men on the deck
below run toward the lookout on the
forcastle
[Bartley]: I'll ready another stone
missle...
[Narrator]: valennor fires his bow
[Valennor]: I'll take them out
[Narwick]: ill get the other one
[Narwick]: "pulls out his other cross
bow...laods and shoots"
[Valennor]: yeah right, I'll do it
[Narwick]: (at the one that valenore
is nt getting)]
[Narrator]: the lookout starts rolling about and
the arrow "thunks" into the deck near his
foot
[Valennor]: ahh
[Valennor]: sry guys
[Bartley]: who's turn/
[Bartley]: ?
[Valennor]: dom's turn...
[Narrator]: a wave hits the ship as narwick
fires... sending the bolt into the mast
[Valennor]: man alive
[Valennor]: we aren't see men
[Bartley]: stone missle time
[Narrator]: bartley chants again...
[Valennor]: sea
[Valennor]: haha
[Bartley]: another 2er
[Valennor]: righto Joel
[Narrator]: the stone missile grows... and leaps
forth
[Narrator]: (who are you shooting?)
[Valennor]: the patrol right
[Bartley]: whichever
[Bartley]: yeah
[Valennor]: woah, some aim that'll make
[Bartley]: him
[Bartley]: what'd ya mean/
[Valennor]: me? Agh! YOU YOU...
traitor... sniff
[Narwick]: i hate to miss
[Narrator]: the stone missile whacks the man in
the back of his head... kocking him down
and out
[Valennor]: he's good this one
[Bartley]: 8-)
[Narwick]: he he
[Narrator]: now what?
[Narwick]: ill shoot with my third
crossbow at ane one in sight(enemy)
[Narrator]: Valennor?
[Valennor]: 8-)"What say you to rum
later?"
[Valennor]: ok
[Valennor]: umm
[Narrator]: then Narwick
[Narwick]: k
[Valennor]: I'll attack the other one with
an arrow
[Bartley]: aren't there still some guys
left?
[Valennor]: one
[Narrator]: one and the lookout
[Valennor]: ahh, that lookout
[Bartley]: the lookout that is blind
[Valennor]: are these goblins? or men?
evil nontheless right?
[Narrator]: men
[Bartley]: blind as a goblin in the
daytime
[Narwick]: oh....
[Narrator]: Valennor fires at the second man...
hitting him between the shoulder blades
[Narwick]: they muslic
[Narrator]: Narwick fires too...
[Valennor]: "Evil men, these, to cut out
hearts to summon the dead."
[Narwick]: yeah
[Valennor]: "Serves the fool as just."
[Narrator]: this time Narwick's bolt flies true...
and hits the lookout in the neck
[Valennor]: ow
[Bartley]: nice try at poetry
[Valennor]: :-!"I'm dying!" quothe he
[Narwick]: lol
[Bartley]: that's better
[Narwick]: alas poor lookout...we
knew him
[Narrator]: um... the lookout only gurgles once
and dies
[Valennor]: ;-) my style
[Bartley]: is that all of the badies/
[Narrator]: on deck... yes
[Valennor]: take the ship!
[Valennor]: below deck men!
[Bartley]: avast!
[Narrator]: but what lies below decks...
[Bartley]: ???
[Narrator]: the hatch is in front of you
[Valennor]: "To the hull and below."
[Narwick]: try to remain
calm..weere takin the ship....
[Narwick]: ill make shure no one is
in a life boat
[Bartley]: you do that
[Narrator]: suddenly you realize the ship is
starting to turn off course
[Valennor]: oh no
[Narwick]: uh oh
[Valennor]: I'll get the wheel
[Bartley]: oops.
[Narwick]: they severed the ruddrer
chain
[Bartley]: you do that
[Valennor]: I'll correct it
[Bartley]: no they didn't!
[Narrator]: Valennor grabs the ships wheel
[Valennor]: good for me and us
[Bartley]: we killed the rudder man.
duh!
[Narrator]: and with a mighty heave (showing off
his biceps of course)
[Valennor]: haha, work it!
[Narrator]: turns the ship
[Narwick]: lol
[Bartley]: theves don't have any
muscle
[Narwick]: he has no muschle
compaired to mine
[Valennor]: "Mmf, you got the guys
below, I'll sail this tub."
[Narwick]: kkk k
[Bartley]: and Bartley is the smart
one...
[Narwick]: ill run down stares
[Bartley]: right behind you
[Valennor]: stare down time!
[Narrator]: at the bottom of the ladder a man sits
drinking beer and playing with a dirk
[Bartley]: with my methrill knife at
ready!
[Narwick]: uh oh
[Bartley]: stab time
[Valennor]: "Let
[Valennor]: him
[Valennor]: die
[Narrator]: he looks at Narwick and Bartley and
grins
[Valennor]: "
[Narwick]: ill shoot a bolt in his
head point blank range
[Narwick]: i grin back
[Bartley]: and if you miss I'll stab him
on my turn
[Valennor]: sicko you, I love it
[Narwick]: i know i know ....im
twisted really...:-D
[Valennor]: =-OGod save your soul mate.
[Narwick]: ty
[Bartley]: that's twisted soul
[Narrator]: Narwick fires at close range and hits
him in the chest
[Narwick]: hey...only i can say that
[Bartley]: you missed his head!
[Valennor]: :-(what a true man this one
[Narwick]: man!!! i don't even hit
his head!!!!!
[Bartley]: my turn. I'll stab him. My
knifing is 12
[Valennor]: "Die, die!" Bartley shrieks
[Narwick]: is he dead
alllreaddy?????
[Narrator]: in a stunning display of athletic
prowes... Bartley slices the mans neck
[Bartley]: ... while despritely lunging
with knife
[Valennor]: you are something
[Bartley]: yeah, that
[Narwick]: ok....:-\
[Valennor]: lol
[Bartley]: <rolling eyes>
[Narrator]: the man falls backward, dead.
[Bartley]: Awesome! <does little
dance>
[Narrator]: now you see two other men lounging
in coiled ropes
[Valennor]: "Anymore? Any loot?"
Valennor calls.
[Narwick]: goody.....
[Bartley]: they coil themselves in
ropes for fun?
[Narwick]: lol
[Narrator]: they jump up, jabbering away, and
raise their hands above their heads
[Valennor]: h
[Valennor]: A
[Narwick]: should we kill them?
[Valennor]: no
[Bartley]: surender and we'll shoot!
[Valennor]: save for questions
[Narwick]: ill watch the back for a
trap
[Bartley]: i mean...
[Valennor]: DOM YOU!
[Valennor]: LOL
[Narwick]: you question
[Narwick]: them
[Narwick]: barlty
[Bartley]: sorry
[Bartley]: I won't shoot them afterall
[Bartley]: :-[
[Valennor]: good boy
[Valennor]: O:-)like me
[Bartley]: O:-)
[Valennor]: HAHA!
[Narwick]: he he
[Narrator]: On deck, Valennor spots an island
ahead
[Valennor]: oh boy
[Narwick]: the less blood spilled the
less blood to be cleaned up
[Narrator]: the ships are heading for a secluded
cove
[Narwick]: that is the quote of the
day
[Valennor]: what a motto
[Valennor]: ok
[Valennor]: I'll follow
[Narwick]: hmm
[Narwick]: yeah you do that
[Bartley]: that'd be Bartley island... I
just named it in my honor
[Valennor]: you freaky elf
[Narwick]: no we will debatre that
later
[Narrator]: you see the smoke of campfries in
the hills beyond the cove
[Bartley]: I try
[Valennor]: should we follow?
[Narwick]: it is the dreaded isle
demwatea
[Bartley]: Valenor... be descrete
[Narwick]: discrete
[Bartley]: yeah, dat
[Valennor]: discreet
[Narwick]: lol
[Valennor]: you people
[Narrator]: the ships head into the cove, furling
their sails
[Narwick]: discreet says you...feels a
change in the wind says i
[Valennor]: furl my sails crew!
[Bartley]: (sorry... AOL doesn't have
a spell checker)
[Narrator]: the crew in the rigging furls the sails
of your ship
[Valennor]: woah
[Valennor]: nice one
[Bartley]: is that us?
[Narrator]: ... only then realizing that Valennor is
a stranger
[Valennor]: I guess he doesn't know
[Valennor]: woah
[Narwick]: hmmm
[Bartley]: i didn't know there were
still guys up there!
[Valennor]: he won't die for that
[Narrator]: knives appear and the crew begins
descending the ropes menacingly
[Valennor]: oh boy!
[Valennor]: yeah!
[Bartley]: shut them all!
[Valennor]: I'll pull my broadsword
[Narrator]: an alarm is sounded
[Narwick]: and we magically get the
mesage and come running up the ladder
[Narrator]: "blat"
[Valennor]: ha
[Narwick]: roflol
[Valennor]: "Joel, Bartley, help!"
[Bartley]: and the dreaded Bartely
and Narwick emerge from below!
[Valennor]: "and you Narwick."
[Narwick]: kk
[Narrator]: two burly sailors land on the poop
brandishing knives
[Narwick]: uh oh
[Bartley]: get the knives and the
guns and the bombs and the junk
[Valennor]: brand their hands I will!
[Narwick]: i brandish my axe
[Valennor]: I'll swing for them
[Valennor]: hands
[Valennor]: they live for the deed
[Narrator]: "lop" goes Valennor's sword...
[Narwick]: what happens
[Valennor]: yikes
[Narrator]: and the hand holding the knife falls to
the deck
[Narwick]: he he
[Valennor]: "Nasty."
[Bartley]: I'll send another stone
missle on my turn, and #3 this time.
[Valennor]: "Anyone else?"
[Narrator]: bartley and narwick scramble up the
ladder, followed closely by their two
prisoners
[Bartley]: oh yeah, I forgot about
them...
[Valennor]: "Surrender and you will be
spared."
[Valennor]: "We pay well for crews."
[Narwick]: drink up me harties yo ho
[Bartley]: otherwise, you can slit your
own throughts right now.
[Valennor]: "And really bad eggs,"
[Narwick]: lol
[Narwick]: its more fun if we do it
[Narrator]: barley chants his stone missile spell,
but who will he shooot?
[Bartley]: whichever is closeset
[Valennor]: shooot the meanest looking
one
[Narrator]: above or below?
[Bartley]: below, whoever is about to
get us
[Narwick]: lol
[Narrator]: 'blam', the missile sings past narwicks
ear and slams the head of the persuer below
[Narwick]: ill "grr" with my axe
[Bartley]: awesomeness
[Valennor]: "Let them live,"
[Narrator]: they both fall to the deck
[Narwick]: >:o"GRRRR""
[Valennor]: I keep hold on the wheel
[Narwick]: lol
[Narrator]: "thunk" goes an arrow into the wheel
[Narwick]: uh oh
[Valennor]: "Hey watchit you!"
[Bartley]: so much for you're not
getting involved.
[Narwick]: lol
[Narrator]: there's an archer in the crows nest
[Valennor]: "I'll thunk you!"
[Bartley]: for rizzle?
[Narwick]: these have got to be the
worst pirates ive ever seen
[Valennor]: "Grab the wheel Narc!"
[Narwick]: gotcha
[Valennor]: I'll pop him off
[Narwick]: "grabs the wheel"
[Valennor]: with the bow
[Narrator]: the other man with a knife on the
poop lunges at Valennor
[Valennor]: he dies
[Valennor]: ahh
[Valennor]: any lunging at me die
[Narrator]: "stab"
[Narwick]: ill protect you with my
axe
[Valennor]: I still hold my sword
[Valennor]: that's right
[Bartley]: I still hold my knife
[Valennor]: the broadsword was out
[Narwick]: i still hold my axe
[Narwick]: lol
[Narrator]: unfortunetly you were distracted by
the arrow and fail to parry the knife
[Narwick]: uh oh
[Narwick]: =-O
[Valennor]: "Agh! OOmf"
[Narwick]: :-o
[Bartley]: You've been sliced and
diced
[Valennor]: NOOOOOO
[Narrator]: valennor is stabbed in the arm (1
point of damage)
[Valennor]: whew
[Valennor]: I'll dice HIM
[Bartley]: Valenor! i'll never forget
you!
[Narwick]: ill axe him
[Valennor]: "Me neither"
[Narrator]: narwick brandishes his axe... and
[Narwick]: 13 is my skill
[Valennor]: ty Bartlye
[Narrator]: chops the mans head off
[Valennor]: YO!
[Bartley]: nice
[Narwick]: whooo hooo
[Narwick]: :-X
[Narwick]: dead man
[Narwick]: lol
[Valennor]: gore! on my shirt!
everywhere!
[Narwick]: lol
[Narwick]: where i don't see al/
[Bartley]: ok, is it my turn? if so, I'll
send a nice big stone missle at the guy
with the bow.
[Narrator]: "thunk" goes another arrow
[Narwick]: good ideee
[Narwick]: =-O
[Valennor]: big boomer comin for him
[Narrator]: ... into narwick's back
[Valennor]: OW
[Narwick]: ahhhhh
[Narwick]: =-O
[Bartley]: painness
[Narrator]: bartley fires back... 'swish'
[Narwick]: priest...my will!
[Valennor]: "Smash him Joel."
[Bartley]: Qwoth he
[Narwick]: i want to give all my
crossbows to the humane society
[Narrator]: "blam" the man is knocked out of the
crows nest... and falls into the sea
[Bartley]: yes!
[Narrator]: narwick staggers...
[Narrator]: and
[Narwick]: ok you can have them if i
die
[Valennor]: "I need arrows, Narwick,"
yanks out arrow. "Thanks."
[Narwick]: AHHHH
[Narwick]: >:o
[Valennor]: LOL
[Narwick]: roflol
[Narrator]: but the arrow barely penetrated his
armor... (2 points)
[Narwick]: he he
[Valennor]: see there
[Narwick]: we have five minutes
[Valennor]: "The ship is ours!" save the
rest for our crew
[Bartley]: what crew?
[Valennor]: the wounded or tiede
[Narwick]: the one we will get
[Bartley]: the crew that's trying to
kill us?
[Narrator]: even though the sails have been
furled... the anchors were not thrown...
[Valennor]: ahh
[Valennor]: oh no!
[Narwick]: ok...so....do i live?
[Valennor]: quick
[Narrator]: the ship is heading for the shore..
[Bartley]: you dumb beeps
[Narwick]: uh oh
[Valennor]: QUICK!
[Narrator]: yes, narwick has only a flesh wound
[Valennor]: I'll toss it
[Narwick]: he he
[Bartley]: I'll run for the starboard
anchore
[Narwick]: i'm feeling better
[Narrator]: "splash"
[Narrator]: the anchor is thrown....
[Valennor]: Narwick!
[Valennor]: oh
[Narwick]: yeah
[Narrator]: everyone is thrown to the deck from
the sudden stop
[Narwick]: he he
[Narwick]: ahhh
[Valennor]: I thought narc splashed
[Bartley]: well, at least I stopped us...
[Narwick]: yeah
[Valennor]: "Yeah"
[Narrator]: when you get up, you realize that
there are about 15 angry men looking at you
[Narwick]: uh oh
[Valennor]: WOAH
[Valennor]: Sword time!
[Narrator]: armed with swords and knives
[Narwick]: looks like its time for
heroics
[Valennor]: Questions later!
[Valennor]: "Who are you?" I ask
[Narwick]: i moon them
[Bartley]: still! I thought a couple
might die when they fell down...
[Narrator]: okay... bartley's turn
[Bartley]: can I do a mass sleep
spell??
[Narrator]: you can try... one turn to get the
scroll back out
[Narrator]: narwick?
[Bartley]: never mind
[Bartley]: is anyone good at
persuasion?
[Valennor]: don't
[Narwick]: i have animal talking
[Valennor]: ask them questions ( I
changed my mind )
[Narwick]: lol
[Valennor]: HAHA
[Narrator]: well... it looks like we won't wrap
this up tonight...
[Narwick]: yeah....i know
[Valennor]: ahh
[Narrator]: we'll have to find out next time...
[Narwick]: how sad.....
[Valennor]: NO
[Narwick]: sigh
[Narrator]: beens fun
[Valennor]: my future is pending!
[Narwick]: i won't b able to sleep
tonight
[Bartley]: no! it's the cliff hanger!
except we're not on a cliff
[Narwick]: yuppers
[Valennor]: yes, thanks Jakim
[Valennor]: need to sooner than last time
[Narrator]: sure
[Narwick]: mom says to tell you that
we are all extatic about morgan's
advancement
[Narwick]: s
[Narrator]: :-)
[Narrator]: cya
[Valennor]: ecstatic
[Narwick]: yup bye
[Valennor]: ok
[Valennor]: bye
[Narwick]: ty
[Bartley]: bye
[Narwick] has left the room.
[Valennor] has left the room.