080821

Stardate... wait...no, that's not right. New things take practice, one sec....

AH HA!

Our day began with a dreary, overcast sky and while the ship's crew worked diligently to keep her seaworthy, our story's heroic band of arsonists are just beginning to stir.

Bhaus and Jakrin, being already experienced in seafaring, were the first to head down to the Galley. But be not worried for Jakrin never goes far without his new 'bodyguard?' Wink in tow. He's got the book, he gets a halfling. Congrats, its a boy! As per their usual regimen they discussed their crafts passionately, Bhaus moreso than Jakrin as he was being berated by the Galley's resident soursort, Toast, the tortle cook. He doesn't allow magic in the Galley because that one time Jakrin burnt down the kitchen... or something. Guy hold's a grudge. Bhaus assuming the role of Captain, proceeding to use up all the ships supply of cinnamon and top-shelf pestering soon followed, none survived. It was a tragedy.

Tulip welcomed the day and joined the Galley. The sweet thing that she is garnered her breakfast with an assortment of toppings and accoutrements. She takes a seat and watches the chaos unfold, occasionally vocalizing her confusion on what, exactly, Bhaus is doing. I'm assuming.... I missed this part, ok?

Thava made herself useful. As the sun rose she prepared herself for a quiet day of ship repairs and general duties. However, this wouldn't be a chaotic band of ADHD, magic wielder's if they had just left her alone, oh no, but more on that later. She collected her tasks and set to work. First up? Climbing (unsuccessfully) the rigging and repair a connection. What's a little embarrassment amongst beginners, am I right? Arnaz shows her a thing or two about tightrope walking and she's off on the proverbial working vacationer's dream cruise!

Arynn awoke and stretched her best fox stretch, she was new to this afterall. She made her way down to the galley as a white bellied, red fox with large black tipped ears and charmed some raw bacon from Toast. After that, she took up a stoic post at Laurel's side, watching and listening.

Enter Elenor. Just the sweetest, most nervous cartographer there ever was. She's really, you guys, the sweetest thing. Tulip chats her up a bit, kinda, and she's back to work. Most awkward people have awkward conversations, this was one of them. She, later, endures a 1st degree interrogation from Bhaus. Sorry.

The party was assembled, Thava had found a strange casket while checking on the hold's previous fixes. There was a pudding, and then a hole in the ship, it was a whole thing. ''Everyone thinks its the Lark's fault, never fear Jakrin is here. He explains how the hole, and its size, could not have happened in the small, 18 hour window since the "heroes" first came aboard. Repeatedly. Back to the casket.'' Laurel claims the contract was to deliver the poor souls to their final resting place. Its not uncommon for ships to take on these kinds of jobs.

Cracking that sucker open revealed a, you guessed it, dead body. Although oddly, it had an illusion over it. Arynn poked it, squishier than you'd expect from the image that was projected. Very odd. After our very own version of a Benny Hill run, song included for yours truly, El Narrator, it was concluded that theses were vampires. Eye spy and clouds were all Arynn and Tulip needed to get them through the long morning of doing nothing but watching wooden boxes not move. There was that one time someone came down, looked for something and then went back upstairs but eh, no biggie. Oh, and a decision made to rid the boat of the dastardly blood suckers was eventually pushed on by a frustrated Wink. No doubt tired of trekking up and down stairs, his legs are only so long.

In each of these four caskets, with the bodies, was an item.


 * 1) A ruby rose enchanted with the Enthrall. Arynn later stole the rose back under the radar, as acquisitioner's  do.


 * 1) A goblet wrapped with thorny vines.
 * 1) A child's doll. This was PTSD inducing for Arynn and Jakrin.
 * 1) And a cape, black with red in-lining and very tall collar, symbolic of the wearer's current state of being if you ask me.

Thava suggested we not touch the items but who really listens to Thava, anyways? Wink didn't, because he took the cloak. The rest of the items though? Back in their perspective boxes.

"We'll shoot em with water." Jakrin shouts gayly! (I wish.)

So they did. Well, most of them did, Bhaus was on a mission to find the person who came downstairs earlier. It was Elenor. She admitted to her presence but defended she was only there to find another map and that when she couldn't find it she went back upstairs. It matches up with Arynn and Tulips account but that won't satisfy crime fighter Bhaus, no. He gets Tulip to sober up, Peter, the drunk guy they found earlier in the hold sleeping off the nights liveries. He's made a deal with Peter, you see, he's a spy now. From gutterbunked rich kid to genuinely unintelligent spy in the matter of hours. Take that, winery owning parent's, he's gonna make something of himself! (Let him have it.)

Later on, while the crew mulled about the ship, the doll reappeared! Arynn stress casted lighting bolts as Tulip dealt some killer cleric magic, topping it off with Thava raining arrows down on it and pinning it to the deck of the ship, dead. They hope.

Jakrin was hella creeped out by the whole vampire thing.

Dinner: On the menu? Chili. After having been elbow deep in vamp sludge earlier Arynn was not in the mood for viscous meat soup. Lucky enough, Toast, that ever-charming grump, had lemonade and a cake set aside for her, correction, make that one for everyone. None for Jakrin though. Remember, magic and kitchens. Weak laugh.

Arynn falls into her own personal thirst trap and becomes ever so thirsty. Drinking her weight in whatever liquids she could find wasn't sating it. Dammit, cursed lemonade! Damn you, Toast. She'll be back to get her revenge!

Jakrin: "She seems cursed, likely by the vampire items. Arynn, did you take the rose?"

Arynn didn't take the rose, nope. He takes her at her completely honest word and believes her, obviously.

Insert "Bad Vamp Juju Science" lesson, as taught by your musical scholar, Arynn. Transference of bad, negative curse energy just had to float up to her, it had to, alright.

Some vomit and vines later, Tulip saves the day by removing the curse.

Thus concludes this narrator's very tiny memory of Session mark: 080821, A.K.A Sunday, August 8, 2021.