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Theantero posted:
 A booming clap races across the desert sands as Sasha slaps the side of her head, causing a slightly wet plug of sand shoot itself away from the opposite ear. She had never really enjoyed sleeping on sand, due to all the clean-up, much preferring the volcanic rock of the Archipelago. She pinched the bridge of her nose to stave off her hangover, and surveyed her surroundings with slightly blurry eyes and a low guttural murmur. It didn't take long for her brows to furrow in puzzlement. "A desert, huh? Figures." Sasha took a swig from a gourd at her belt and felt instantly better. The Red Vale. Well, it wasn't like this was the worst pickle ol' Snaggletooth and her crew had ever found themselves in. Speaking of which, where was the crew anyway? If Hook had taken them to drink somewhere without telling her, that was coming straight out of his pay. Well, unless the stories he returned with were particularly good, hah! Sasha stood in thought for a bit. Then she shrugged. No point in standing there pontificating. She retrieved a barrow from the hold used for unloading, filled it with supplies, as well as a copious amount of alcohol. Might as well go searching for those layabouts. Sasha was just about about to leave, but suddenly stopped, as if remembering something. She sauntered back to the ship, manufactured a makeshift sign from some excess boards, and wrote. The Sign posted:This here is ol' Snaggletooth. You can look, but not touch! Nodding happily at her work, Sasha set off into the desert, looking for tracks or nearby signs of civilization. It took way more than a desert to keep an ogre down. ... Wait. Didn't they say this desert was haunted? Sasha frowned. Then she bellowed over the silent desert: "OI! ALL YE GHOSTS AN' SPECTERS AN' WHAT HAVE YE! HANDS OF MY BOOZE AND WE'LL GET ALONG, YEH?" Confident that her message had been received, Sasha started her journey. _________________________________ Right, rolling Strength [+4] to weather inhospitable terrain as Sasha looks around for clues and leads and generally tries to get her bearings. quote:Theantero: Rolling Strength [+4] because I am a strong ogre lady who's used to inhospitable locales and is afraid of no desert Ahahahahhahah  Making a grand entrance. Theantero fucked around with this message at 15:37 on Sep 10, 2016 |
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Sasha squinted at Ol' Snaggletooth, trying to decide whether her walking in circles was because of the ghosts or because she was drunk. She scratched her chin, then shrugged. Had to be the former, since she would not have lived this long unless she knew a bit about navigating whilst intoxicated. Oh well. She took a swing from her gourd. And gulped on nothing but air. "Oh HELL NO! Ye spectral creepers 'ave crossed a line right here." Sasha slammed her foot down on the dunes below her. "There are TWO things you DON'T do!" "You don't call an ogre a liar!" "AND YOU DON'T" "EVER" "TOUCH" "THEIR BOOZE." Sasha stomped around her ship in clear anger, looking for the ghosts clearly responsible. Once she found one, she would make them explain in detail on exactly how they would pay back for their transgression. _________________________________ Fish out a ghost and intimidate some answers out of them (like, WHY DID YOU TAKE MY BOOZE YA GIT and HOW ARE YE GOING TO PAY ME BACK FER MY BOOZE YA GIT) quote:Theantero: Well, I'll roll Antimagic to politely interrogate the spectral denizens of this desert
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