If Arturia was Blue, it's likely that you would immediately cease to exist, Torrent.

If this kind of thing actually happens, all of our characters are going to go from being nice to completely avoiding women.

Wait... that sounds a bit familiar.

If Arturia were Blue I'd have my upper half embedded into a wall. Doubt I'd be dead, that's saved for when it's on purpose.

I think I'll start posting the rolls off site, I found a great website that caters for all my GM needs,
Saying that ROLLING!!! Wahahaha~!

Awwww... damn I fell for it.

Wahahaha~! Such a marvelous prank, merely knowing that that was in place made my birthday twice as bearable!
Rolling 4 realz this time.

Roll 23
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Game Events
The adventurers are still at their table, with an unconscious Arturia, Mirs shiny new Levi-stone and a still-very-angry fairy.
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TorrentHKU\John= 20
Arturia lays sprawled on the ground, with her mouth plastered with a wide drunken smile. Plastered is a very good term to use in this situation.
*sigh* You had better get her up to her room then. Picking her up, you throw her arm over your shoulder and make your way up to the guest rooms.
As you reach her door you feel her start regain consciousness.
*mumble*
Unfortunately not yet conscious enough to get herself into bed. Entering the room, you go to lay her down, but are interrupted by Arturia whispering into your ear.
"Yur prtty kute ya'know."
Luckily she's too drunk to notice how much you're blushing, but she giggles anyway.
Laying her down, she smiles.
"Such a gnteal-mun, I mean gentul-mun, guntel-mn. Pfffft-"
As you pull a blanket over her, she grabs you, and kisses you on the cheek, and promptly falls into a deep sleep.

Heading back to the table, you find the others have already retired, with the exception of Iron who appears to be currently engaged in an eating contest with his wolf. Sitting down at the bar, you decide to contemplate the lack of arousal you gained from Arturia over some whiskey. There was every reason to be, she looked devilishly cute in that state, besides the fact she was easy on the eyes to begin with. Then a familiar memory comes to mind, causing a deep sigh, you just can't get her out of your head can you?

It wasn't too long ago you lived in a village far to the west of here, a peaceful little town where you grew up with your childhood friend. She was the daughter of a trader and got to travel a lot, and always came back with stories of adventure and wonder, prompting you both to make a pact, that when you were old enough you would travel the world together as adventurers. On the week before your 18 birthday her and her fathers caravan were taken by pirates, not just any pirates either, a few people said they saw the Airship Vengeance flying away from roughly the area where they were taken, even to this day you shudder to think what the Dread Pirate Robin would have done her. After an awkward bodiless burial, you packed your things and left, hoping to find a bit of happiness in the life you had planned with her. It's been a few years now, and while you admit you originally had some hope of miraculously finding her, it has all but left. These guys seem to take your mind her though, not that you've had much time to yourself these past couple of days. Paying the bartender, you slink back to your room and sleep.


Huntsman\Henry= 6
You drink some more, and then pass out in the hallway to your room, A productive end to a productive day.
You dream...

A ship in the sky, wooden legs and twin tails? You feel a strong sense of vengeance(?) as you gaze upon its mighty deck, a relic of the old days. Back to the sands again, and the tomb, its still calling you, you can almost hear a voic- You are shaken awake by Misha, who gives you a concerned look. Looks like it's time to go.


maart3n\Mulch= 6
You nibble a bit on some food, but then decide you're not all that hungry, then head off to your room.


TheKebbit\Iron Mauler= 15(again)
You chow down on all the food the tavern has to offer, and with the help of Becquerel you proceed to demolish a small forests worth of animals in under an hour.
You wander off to your room in the wee hours of the morning, leaving Misha a bill so large it could be used as an effective weapon.


Nighthawk\Mir Swiftclaw= 14
You curl up and get pet to sleep by a few bar maids, not a bad end to the day at all.


Nonsequitorian\Ulysses= 2
At some point, you forgot to stop drinking, and you end up in the town squares fountain, why do you have a baby rat? Sure, that would explain the pack of angry rats surrounding the fountain, and even to why you're in the fountain in the first place... wait. Aren't rats really good swimme- OH GOD THEY'RE BITING YOUR FACE!!!


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Game Events
Night passes and our heros are woken up at an ungodly hour, and shoved into a carriage by an ever bright and cherry Misha, a Groggy Arturia (who has been avoiding John) and a tired looking Erik.
Oh ████, we forgot Mir!!!
"No we didn't, I took Mir ahead early to work on the Levi stones needed for the ship."
True to her word, Mir is on board the ship when you arrive, although that is the last thing in your mind as you look at the mighty vessel.
Being around 50m in length, it looks practically identical to a normal sailing vessel, the only differences being the bottom hatch and a small sail under the craft. As you are hastily pushed on board by an impatient Misha you all notice a large pivotable cannon mounted on the fore-deck, and while most of the party feel a brief sense of dread at the thought of fighting the Vengeance in a ship of this size, Johns heart almost skips a beat.

The layout is explained, and Misha gives a brief safety talk, consisting of "Fall off and you die". Eventually everything is sorted out and by late morning you have taken off and are now soaring through the open skies, the fresh air lifting the air of grogginess off of everyone, save Ulysses, who is still cleaning and bandaging his rat wounds. As everyone mills around, a sharp whistle blows.
"CAPTAIN ON DECK!"
Everyone turns to find Misha in a captains dress uniform, while Arturia stands beside her, looking rather awkward in a sailors outfit.
"Alright crew, even though this ship is almost entirely automated, you're still going to need to swab the deck!"
You have a feeling she could magic something up to do that, but wouldn't let up the opportunity to order someone to do it.
"But if I used magic that would get rid of the fun!"
Huh, right. Anyway, noon is approaching, explore the ship or at least try to be vaguely useful.

>Get a 20 on potentially romantic moment
>Old female love interest introduced
>She's dead, leaving me unable to feel things for women
YEP.

way2pro right there

Hey, how do you think I feel. I'm a damned CAT. Romance is not an option, unless I find someone of my own kind. And that would just be awkward as hell.

You just got petted to sleep by barmaids, you're not ALLOWED to complain.

Not exactly.

In before you get softened up by having to rescue something or some odd thing like that. I am having severe difficulty putting my thoughts into words. Basically, I am trying to say eventually some woman will soften up your characters icy exterior (Global warming on personalities?) and you get to live happily ever after.

Damn, romance is difficult.

the Mauler ignores women in favor of beating people up

also eating
also Becquerel
also occasional sickening acts of violence

Well, Torrent... you never actually saw your past acquaintance die... and something tells me that this adventure will lead us to many places - possibly to the decks of the Vengeance herself.

Ya never know.