Trinsic Tales:Ships Ahoy!/Chapter 10

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Note: This log is still in IRC format, and may be awkward to read as a result.

Chapter Ten: Easiest. Interrogation. Evar.


<Capn_Ascii> "As we join our heroes, we find them running for their lives from an impending angry mob, carrying an almost-dead body with them. So, pretty much business as usual."

Marilyn keeps running, carefully searching for threats... well, as carefully as she can while running full speed.

<Capn_Ascii> You retrace your path across the cliffs, eventually reaching the ramp that leads down to the small beach where the boat is. Behind you, off in the distance, you can hear the sounds of a number of people gathering at the spot where your impromptu battle took place.

<Marilyn> "Let's cast off *immediately* when we reach you," Marilyn orders out to White as she approaches him.

<Capn_Ascii> White is, as usual, guarding the boat down below. "Hey, what's going on up there? I can hear the commotion from here." He starts pushing the boat back out into the water.

<Vathgani> "Nothing unusual, just impending death."

<Marilyn> "A fight broke out. We're evading reinforcements, since ours are still on ship."

<Capn_Ascii> You all hop into the boat, with Blue dumping the robed elf in as well.

<Marilyn> "Let's double time it back to the ship. I don't want to chance them getting shots in at us from the beach."

<Capn_Ascii> White nods, and begins rowing for the ship. As he gets out into the choppy surf, you can hear the sounds gradually fading away behind you. It seems they've lost track of you, at least for now.

Marilyn examines the condition of the prisoner.

Marilyn also retrieves her Cure Light Wounds wand from Blue.


<Capn_Ascii> After the usual boat-raising shenanigans, you all find yourselves standing back on the deck of the Flatulent Manatee. The elf is laid out on a pile of rope made into a makeshift 'bed', semi-concious and groaning in pain.

<Marilyn> "Well, hello there."

<Marilyn> "Can you hear me?"

<Capn_Ascii> "Nnnngh..."

<Capn_Ascii> He groans like he's coming off an all-night bender.

<Marilyn> "Report, *if* you please," Marilyn asks firmly, trying to get any info that she can by deception before resulting to an obvious interrogation.

<Capn_Ascii> He groans again. "" He blinks, slowly, his eyes gradually adjusting to the light. " I...?"

<Marilyn> "You're at base camp. Report! What happened out there?" Marilyn replies harshly, hoping to get answers before he gets his bearings.

<Capn_Ascii> "Guh. We...we got ambushed...the intruders...they snuck up on us..."

<Marilyn> "What were they doing out there? What were you doing out there, for that matter?"

<Capn_Ascii> "Huh?" He's obviously confused, but he still seems to be lost in a daze. A daze...of PAIN. "We...we were guarding the temple...trying to catch them by surprise..."

<Marilyn> "Name, rank, ID Number, and why are you doing this?"

Ashling casts detect thoughts in the background to pick up on anything he won't say.

<Capn_Ascii> "N-name...Eli...rank...Acolyte...of..."

<Capn_Ascii> "...of...the Order...of the Hectapus..."

<Capn_Ascii> "ID number...1138...mother's maiden Daniels...I was born in a small fishing village on the outskirts of..."

<Marilyn> "Enough, Eli. Why are you at your post?"

<Capn_Ascii> "Guarding...the temple...must catch...the interlopers..."

<Marilyn> "What are they doing that's requiring them to be caught?"

<Capn_Ascii> "They're collecting...the idols...must stop them..."

<Marilyn> "What do the idols do? Why do you care?"

<Capn_Ascii> He groans. "The idols...have some sort of mystic power. They can open the temple on the central island. The Master doesn't want anyone going there..."

<Marilyn> "Then why trap them here at all?"

<Capn_Ascii> "Not supposed to...escape with their ship intact..."

<Marilyn> "What's important about that ship? Why do you need it here still?"

<Capn_Ascii> "We don't want...the ship...we want...the cargo..."

<Capn_Ascii> "Sink ship...steal cargo...uh..."

<Marilyn> "What's in the cargo that you want?"

<Capn_Ascii> He seems to have forgotten something. "...profit?"

<Marilyn> "Is there anything specific you want in the cargo?"

<Capn_Ascii> He shrugs. "...valuables?"

<Vathgani> "Shinies?"

<Marilyn> "How do you avoid the kraken if you need to leave the islands?"

<Capn_Ascii> "Master...controls the kraken..."

<Marilyn> "Where does Master typically reside?"

<Capn_Ascii> "In the...underwater base..."

<Marilyn> "Where is the underwater base?"

<Capn_Ascii> He blinks. "...underwater...?"

<Marilyn> "In relation to the islands."

<Capn_Ascii> "Don't won't allow grunts to visit..."

<Marilyn> "Who has access to the base?"

<Capn_Ascii> He blinks. "Y-you do, Central Command..."

<Capn_Ascii> "Have you...forgotten...?"

<Marilyn> "Yes."

<Capn_Ascii> "The Master...lets you in...from the inside..."

<Marilyn> "How do we contact Master?"

<Capn_Ascii> "Using your...crystals...and the correct frequency..."

<Marilyn> "What's the frequency?"

<Marilyn> "Also, how do you modulate the frequency?"

<Capn_Ascii> He blinks. "I don't know..."

<Capn_Ascii> He shakes his head. "I don't...I...unngh..." He blinks again, then looks up at you, a bit more clearly. "...w-wait...what...what's going on? What am I saying...?"

<Marilyn> "You were providing me with information," Marilyn smirks at him. "Thank you."

<Capn_Ascii> "I...wait, what!?" He looks horrified. "Aww, hell, I did it again, didn't ?"

<Marilyn> "Did what again?"

<Capn_Ascii> He blinks. "...uh, nothing. N-nothing at all."

<Marilyn> "Right. Well, I think I've got all I need out of you. To the brig with him!"

<Capn_Ascii> Ash: He may not be saying it, but he's certainly *thinking* it very loudly. This isn't the first time he's blabbed plans to someone...apparantly, he used to belong to a band of brigands, until he got drunk at the tavern one night and blathered his group's secrets to the locals.

<Capn_Ascii> Ash: And then there was the time he was on an organized crime gang and turned stoolie, or the time he was a pirate and accidentally led the authorities to the hidden cove where his ship was hidden...

<Capn_Ascii> Ash: Apparantly, the guy has trouble holding down criminal jobs.

<Capn_Ascii> Ash: He seems quite terrified at the prospect of having blown another gig. Partly due to the problems of finding a job in today's economy (the recession is hurting even criminal enterprizes), and partly because he seems to think this Master will have him killed for spilling the beans.

<Capn_Ascii> "No, no! Please, you have to let me go!" The elf begins to thrash as a pair of brawny guards scoop him up by his armpits and drag him off. "The Master will have me killed for this! Please, NO!"

<Capn_Ascii> "NOOOoooo..." His screams fade below decks.

<Marilyn> "He does realize that he's safer in my brig than let go, in that case, doesn't he?" Marilyn muses.

<Marilyn> "Anywho... Mr. Tristan, a word with you, Ashling, and Vathgani, in private, if you please."

<Capn_Ascii> Tristan steps forward.

Marilyn whispers. "What's the most secure place on the ship? I'd rather these idols I have didn't hit the shore again until we're ready to use them."

<Capn_Ascii> He hrmms. "Well, there is the super-secret vault where we keep the most valuable items in our cargo."

<Marilyn> "Let's do it."

<Marilyn> "Just you and me though... sorry you two, but I haven't gotten to *that* level of trust yet."

<Capn_Ascii> "Yes, ma'am."

<Vathgani> "Vathgani understands. SUPER-secret, after all."

<Capn_Ascii> Marilyn and Tristan head off into the bowels of the ship, to a location so secret...even *I* don't know where it is! They return a while later, the idols presumably stored.

Marilyn looks up, using the sun for a time check.

<Marilyn> "Either they're on alert, or they'll give up eventually... Opinions?" she asks the group (meaning Ashling, Vathgani, and any crewmember who isn't a failure).

<Capn_Ascii> Hmm, let's say...twilight, maybe?

<Capn_Ascii> Ash: Despite Marilyn's comments, you decide to spite her by reading her and Mr. Tristan's thoughts and deducing the location of the vault. I'd tell you where it is, but since I can't read minds, I don't know it myself. But trust me, you do.

Marilyn shudders at the time of day.

Ashling yawns

<Vathgani> "Should get all idols. Historical significance."

<Capn_Ascii> --END SESSION--