You really hate me for getting the ice, don't you?

Grab a plank, remelt, stick plank under, lift, keep dagger in it, release plank if ice consumes it, same for dagger.

GANGNAM ROLL.

Ragdollmaster (Troy) [5]:
You walk down the street, and find a place named Artifaction Almadum. Heading in, you get the same spiel that Grif did, and are introduced to the same Flame Rock, Magnetic Fork, and Music Box of Attraction. There aren't many artifact places on this island, are there? They WOULD be a rather... difficult market you suppose.

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Miggles (Robert Wright) [10]:
Psh, hardcore drinker. Maintain brainpower.
Haw.
You just know your limit is all.
And your limit is... carry the 2, minus 1...
5 more of these steins!

One drunkening later, you've made your way onto one of the tables and have joined the group doing the can-can.
Your mental faculties are perfectly intact, you're just choosing to ignore them and dance on a table at the moment!

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Fail Flail (Grif Mason) [5]:
"All right Charlotte, now to search for some information..."
Charlotte bobs, the equivalent of nodding, and flits off, dimming herself so that she can listen in on conversation.
You address the coffee-matron as she brings over a tall stone mug and sets it in front of you.
"How much do you hear here, rumor wise?"
"Well hun, that's not really for me to say. I don't dish other peoples secrets."
"Er, no, not like personal stuff. I mean like, magical things and stories and artifacts and mysteries and-"
"...You looking for a quest?"
"...Um. A little..."
"Haha! Well then hun, why didn't you say so! I've got a couple little tidbits I picked up, unless you wanna pick my brain about something in particular?"
"Well... I heard about this Artifact sword that could cut through anything..."
She snorts.
"Oh, that old thing? Tale as old as dirt. I mean really, can you GET more cliche than that? A Sword That Can Cut Through Anything! Who WOULDN'T want that? Just a silly tale, don't waste your time on it."
You slump a bit, dejected, and take a drink of coffee.
"But I HAVE heard about some Great Swordsman who can't be beat in some town far to the south of here. Not a sword that can cut through anything, but maybe a sword that can cut through ALMOST anything?"

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Izen (Sedraxis) [1]:
You decide "♥♥♥♥ this", throw caution to the wind, and chug your drink down, slapping the bar so that the barmaid brings you another. The moment you finish off this one, you switch to the next, barely taking a breath, and call for another as you drink.
And then you do it again.
And again.
And somehow make it through a grand total of 14 full steins of the stuff. By this time the ENTIRE BAR is watching in both horror and amazement, and when you finish, everyone bursts into cheering, and you get lifted up on top of them for a victory lap around the bar.
You then realize how hideously bad an idea that was as the bile begins to rise in your throat and every inch of your skin gets red and feels hot.

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Maart3n (Mareikura) [5]:
This time, you get a plank, and melt the ice AGAIN, now sliding the plank in before it refreezes.
It smears the ink on the deck and plank, and freezes the plank to the deck.
...
"God.
Dammit."
At this point, cutting a hole in the deck and just taking the whole damn thing to show him is looking like a PRETTY APPEALING option.

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Tomaster (James Tiber) [1]:
No, you think you'll lie down for a little bit, wait for your stomach to cool off.
Yeah...
=w=
You drift off into a light sleep on the bar, despite the noise of the patrons around you.

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Game Events: 2 Rolls until the Storm Sylph is ready.

:U

Ragdollmaster (Troy) [3]:
"Ah... Sorry, not what I was looking for."
You head out and meander down the road, figuring out after a bit that you can communicate with Swordbro without talking if you hold onto the handle.
So... anything you want? I kind of haven't had a sentient weapon before, so I don't really know what you might be like.
How about a hot little knife friend and some private time, eh?
...You cannot be serious.
BWAHAHAHAHAHA OH GOD YOU BELIEVED ME AHAHAHAHAHAHA
He laughs for a minute straight. You just leave him to himself until he calms down.
Ohhhh, ♥♥♥♥, that felt good. What were we talking about?
Was wondering if there was anything I could do for you now that you can, you know, think.
Eh, I dunno. Slice some ♥♥♥♥ up I guess. I AM a sword.

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Miggles (Robert Wright) [1]:
No no, don't worry, it all takes care of itself as you lose balance and fall down onto a table behind you, smashing the wooden furniture in half. A couple larger men help lift you up and carry you out back to a small lounge where the drunk can wait for their drunk to fade a bit.

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Fail Flail (Grif Mason) [5]:
"Alright, that's a nice start, might be a week or two before I can take on an unbeatable swordsman though, are their any old ruins around here? Perhaps something.. *ehem* 'From which no one has ever returned!~'... or, a dungeon, or a tomb, or... I'm sorry, getting a bit carried away, this adventurer stuff is rather exciting!"
"Haha! Always good to see a newcomer with spunk, hun! But nah, I ain't heard nothing about any ruins lately. Things like that are always rising and falling outa the sky, so gotta act fast."
Charlotte flits back over and lands on your shoulder, then whispers into your ear that the others here are just talking about how one broke his shovel planting potatoes yesterday.
That's... less than adventure-worthy.

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Izen (Sedraxis) [2]:
NOPE.
NOT GONNA HAPPEN.
You scramble off the victory parade, and make it about halfway to somewhere acceptable to vomit before you lose control. Luckily, someone noticed this and got a bucket in front of your face in time.
It is barely enough.
The torrential blast of stomach cleansing fury rapidly fills the bucket to its limit, and a not insignificant portion sloshes around, getting on your face and shoulders, along with the floor. It simply does not end, and you go for a solid ten seconds, just voiding your stomach into the confines of a metal receptacle.
When you finish, you weakly flop onto your back, and someone drops a towel onto your chest.
OK. SO APPARENTLY. YOUR BODY DOESN'T LIKE BOOZE ANYMORE.

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Maart3n (Mareikura) [4]:
"Ok this isn't working."
You quickly exit the ship, and run back to the old mage's home, then burst into the door rather noisily.
"Ok I can't get it to move because it keeps freezing itself to the deck and I can't get it to not freeze to the deck so come with me and see it."
"...Sonny, I've not left this house in 4 years. I don't intend to break that streak now to look at some ice. And if you're a proper Thermal mage, you should be able to get it off."
You take a moment to almost tear your hair out in frustration.

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Tomaster (James Tiber) [9]:
Suddenly you realize people are ignoring you.
UNACCEPTABLE.
You bolt upright very suddenly, arms outstretched into the air, and accidentally bashing two people in the jaw, knocking them right out. A deathly silence comes over the bar as the barmaid from before walks over.
"I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
"Oh... Hey again sweet t-"
"Now."
The bar practically quakes with her words. In fact, it actually DID shake a little.
"... Arm wrestle ya for it."
"Now Katina, girl, calm down a bit..."
She slams her elbow onto the countertop, splintering the wood a bit.
"You're on."

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Game Events: 1 Roll until the Storm Sylph is ready.

ffffuuuu

>Regain composure, walk back to ship and just lay down.
"I regret every decision I have ever made ever."