Blood, Plunder and D&D

  RickMo the halfling mouthed his cigar and considered his cards. This "Whist" was not a game he was familiar with, but it bore some similarities to Cripple Mr. Onion, which he'd played countless times. Besides, all card games were the same, it was as much about reading your opponents, and in the case of pair games like this, your partner, as it was strategy. And luck of course. And if there was one thing RickMo excelled at it was luck. "You'd figure being undead would give them more of an advantage in not giving away their hand" he mused to himself. Despite all the rotted skin and bare bone showing through, they were positively riddled with tells. He absentmindedly signaled the waitress for a beer, before remembering that Dakhir had been quite adamant to not eat or drink anything in this ghostly place.  Guess it made sense, given this entire inn had been a five hundred year old ruin during the daytime, a fact which it seemed to have completely forgotten as ...

A tall ship sails toward the setting sun, over a glassy sea. “ I am really looking forward to not being on this boat.” said Dakhir “It’s a ship not a boat.” replied Ricmo. “There is evidentially some very important nautical difference. The Captain is very passionate on the subject”. “Boat, ship whichever, that storm nearly killed us all by sinking us and then it nearly killed us by working us to death. We need a larger crew.” “Undoubtedly." agreed Ricmo. "If it hadn’t been all those monkeys Whisperleaf used his magic to conjure up, working the pumps day and light I doubt we would have survived.” Ricmo paused briefly and smiled thinking of the magical monkeys. That had truly been a thing to see. Then the smile ran away from his face as he remembered the rest of the ordeal. “ I don't think Strurg slept the entire time, every time I was on watch anyway I saw him sturging over the wheel. And then there was the part where Freddy fell overboard. Thought we had lost him for sure...