Trinsic Tales:Ships Ahoy!/Chapter 22

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

Chapter Twenty-Two: The End of This Shipfest


<Capn_Ascii> As we join our heroes...


<Capn_Ascii> That is all.

Ashling casts Hold Monster at the kraken while the Coures cast Magic Missile at it.

<Capn_Ascii> The kraken flails and screams, as bolts of energy burst against its skin! ...well, it *would*, if it hadn't suddenly stopped in place. The creature's entire body is frozen in time. Poor Klonk still dangles unconcious from one of its far tentacles, now looking like a ham hock strung up on a drying rack.

<Capn_Ascii> The kraken's eyes whip from side to side as it vainly strugges against the magic holding it, and contemplates its current predicament.

<Marilyn> "Helpless, then..." Marilyn puts her remaining blade into both hands, then goes for the kill!


<Capn_Ascii> Marilyn raises the blade high above her head, then brings it down with every ounce of strength her giant body has.

<Capn_Ascii> A flash of light reflects off the blade as it strikes, an audible SHING! ringing through the air.

<Capn_Ascii> There's a pregnant pause, both Marilyn and the kraken holding perfectly still. Then, the creature's main body slowly peels apart down the middle, the two halves flopping limply to either side. They slip beneath the surface of the water, blood pooling atop the waves.

<Capn_Ascii> The remaining tentacles go slack, slowly pulling back into the water or collapsing onto the dock. Klonk is deposited across one of the dock platforms, still whimpering in pain.

Marilyn looks at Vathgani. "Better take care of Klonk over there before he decides to rampage."

<Capn_Ascii> There's a brief pause as the sight sinks in...then, the ship crews begin to cheer their (comparatively) little lungs out. Several of the male crew members wolf whistle at Marilyn, either out of gratitude for the save or in appreciation of her embiggened hotness. Or perhaps both, it's hard to tell.

<Vathgani> "Vathgani feels bad for Klonk..."

<Marilyn> "Yes, well, I don't want to feel bad for me later. We need to make sure he can't hurt us."

<Marilyn> "Maybe we can try to put him back in his habitat?"

  • Marilyn tries to push him back into the water so they can float him out.

Marilyn gets him into the water and starts gently pushing him out... after retrieving her blade from the ship it's embedded in. "Sorry about that."

<Ashling> "Can we tie him to a boat?"

<Marilyn> "Possibly. Hey, anyone willing to help us put this guy back in his habitat before he wakes so he doesn't kill us all?"

<Capn_Ascii> The cheering sailors suddenly go quiet. Somewhere, you hear a cricket chirp.

<Capn_Ascii> The female captain from before steps forward. "Sure, we'll help ya. It's the least we can do."

<Marilyn> "Ashling, go check on Vizroy and prepare to bring him to our ship for questioning and detainment. Vathgani and I will get this guy out."

Marilyn then addresses the Captain. "Alright, let's get some rope on this guy."

<Capn_Ascii> She manages to negotiate with another of the captains (which from here, looks an awful lot like she's waving a sword at him) and together they bring their ships forward and alongside the beast.

<Capn_Ascii> The sailors throw out boarding lines with hooks, and soon have the tarrasque lashed between them like a captured whale.

<Marilyn> "Klonk's original habitat should be Deathspire Island. Let's go."

<Capn_Ascii> Using your giant strongth, you force open the dock doors; the other ships quickly sail out, anxious to get back to civilization. Ash ducks back into the base and retrieves Blue and Vizroy, whom your captain friend respectively allows onto and detains aboard her ship.

<Capn_Ascii> Most of the rest of the cultists seem to be dead by this point; the few remaining flee out of sight as you leave, Ash hopping aboard the ships as they sail out. Marilyn and Vath grab onto Klonk's body, using him and the ships like a big life preserver.

<Capn_Ascii> About an hour later, Marilyn and Vath are dragging Klonk up onto the island beach. The natives from the village are there, staring in awe at the two giants. The native representative you spoke to at the village is there as well. "So...I guess you found the idols, huh?"

<Marilyn> "Yep. Only way we could take out that kraken. Kraken did this to Klonk, by the way. We'd rather not have to fight him, so we figured he was best returned."

<Capn_Ascii> He nods. "Probably a good idea. He's harmless usually, as long as nobody goes stomping around his territory. He'll go wandering back when he wakes up, though we'd all best not be here when that happens."

<Capn_Ascii> "By the way, can we have the idols back now?"

<Marilyn> "I'd rather wait until I was normal size before I go messing with them. After that, sure."

<Capn_Ascii> "Hmm. Well, how long have you been stuck like that?"

<Marilyn> "Little more than an hour."

<Capn_Ascii> "Ah. In that case, it should be wearing off any minute no--"

<Capn_Ascii> *POP!*

<Capn_Ascii> There's an audible popping sound, as both Marilyn and Vath spontaniously snap back to their regular sizes. They have just enough time to realize they're now in mid-air before they fall head-first into the beach sand.

Marilyn mutters a few choice curses in Draconic.

Marilyn slowly gets herself up and looks around, wondering how to get back to *her* vessel.

<Capn_Ascii> Marilyn: The tiny beach crab looking at you through the sand in front of your face blushes at your language, and burrows away.

<Vathgani> "Oof. At least Vathgani fit in doorways now...mostly."

<Capn_Ascii> The idols tumble out of Marilyn's pack and land on the sand as well, where the villagers scoop them up.

<Capn_Ascii> "Much obliged, folks. We'll keep these safe to make sure no one can abuse their power. did."

<Vathgani> "Abused for good cause."

<Marilyn> "Right, because saving us all from a kraken and deranged clerics of Hectapus constitues 'abuse'," Marilyn comments sharply.

<Capn_Ascii> The village rep grins. "Yes, but they're still sacred relics of our people. There's a reason they were kept locked up. Still, no complaints here. Thanks a bunch for getting rid of these jerks. We'll make it a point to drive out Bigbeard and his gang now that we know they were in on all of this, too."

<Capn_Ascii> "So, I guess you folks will be getting back to civilization now?"

<Marilyn> "Oh yes, Vizroy over there will be sitting in a Belcadaran prison for a long, long time, unless either the good Captain over here, or yourself, want to fight me for jurisdiction. And I believe I will do my best to make sure his stays are as miserable as possible. And yes, I believe I have a mission to complete. Sadly, Vizroy will have a long stay in the brig before his prison time. Ah well,

<Marilyn> such is life."

<Capn_Ascii> Vizroy grumbles something about Hector and divine retribution and such.

<Capn_Ascii> "Nope, no complaints here. You can have him."

Marilyn whispers in Vathgani's ear after hearing Vizroy's grumbles. "I never actually saw him pull off a divine spell. I bet it's all fake."

Vathgani rubs his chin. "Too bad no time for testing."

<Marilyn> "Yeah, no playing with the prisoner," Marilyn orders sagely, then gets a wicked grin on her face. "That's *my* privilege."

<Capn_Ascii> Vizroy waggles his arm-stump at Marilyn. "You can't see it right now, but I'm totally flipping you off."

Marilyn disdainfully ignores him. "Where's the Manatee?"

<Capn_Ascii> "Right here, ma'am." Blue walks up behind you from the longboat beached nearby. "We followed you here when you left. Are you ready to go now?"

<Marilyn> "One last thing..." Marilyn looks around for the other Captain. "For the report, can I have your name and origin, Captain? You will be commended and remembered."

<Capn_Ascii> She nods. "Oh, of course. Captain Morgan, of the good ship All-Day Sucker."

Marilyn tries to resists the urge to snicker, but can't. "I... I see. Very well."

Marilyn loads herself into the longboat. "Let's move on."

Vathgani tags along

<Capn_Ascii> Morgan blinks, as the lot of you row out of sight. "What? What's so funny?"

<Capn_Ascii> Soon, you find yourselves back on board the ship. Mr. Tristan steps forward. "So, where to, ma'am?"

<Marilyn> "We sail onward. As we originally planned, the destination is Trinsic. Just make sure we have an effective guard on the prisoner."

Marilyn moves to her general oversight position on deck. "Warp factor five... Engage," she commands, pointing two fingers in the general direction of forward.

<Vathgani> "What is warp factor?"

<Capn_Ascii> The Manatee drifts out into position, then accelerates to warp speed - the ocean and sky bend around it as it leaps off into the horizon, leaving behind a twinkle of light.

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