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Stupid RL keeps interfering, with distractions and work and...and LIFE! A bad case of writer's block as pertains to this next part of the plot didn't help. BUT, I think I have it all worked out, for now.

Work will probably interfere again soon though. Easter and Mother's day are coming up and those are big holidays for my job. I shall try to minimize impact on the game though!

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Upon returning to the ship, Marissa and Mekie heads straight to the floating library, most likely with Whault tagging along out of boredom, although the Ferret might find himself significantly less bored and bit more embarrassed by the books Mekie seems so drawn to! The thief finds several very nice spells in the rather naughty tomes, and there are even some rather...graphic pictures! Three spells in particular catch Mekie's eye.

Talia the well-oiled's "phantasmal phallus" - a useful spell that creates a magical penis for female use.

Ehnred the Enormous' "orifice of holding" - a spell that turns any fleshy entrance into a magical portal to another dimension.

And we can't forget Rod Nobbler's amazing spell of eternal engorgement(if erection lasts longer then 3 hours, contact your local cleric).

Although Marissa tries to teach Mekie the basics of spellcasting, it seems the rogue can't seem to grasp the basics of gathering mana to power the spells. She almost gets it every time, but the power just...isn't...there. After much discussion, the two decide it would take the raccoon a lot of practice and study to learn to harness her magical energies.

Speaking the naughty words and making the lewd gestures of sex spells is fun though, and oddly enough, a bit of a turn on, leaving Mekie with stiff nipples and provocative thoughts. Maybe she should just take this spellbook back to her room for a few hours or three...or the rest of the night!

The next morning, the ship heads out, amid groans and various oaths to never drink again. With the exception of the occasional colorful bout of swearing and rarer colorful spout of liquid gurgling over the railing, the ship heads north along the river, eventually entering a wide expanse of Waluka lake, the far shore a dim line on the horizon.

While flirting with a rather scantily endowed canine duchess(although she has HUGE tracts of land!), Sir Albus can't help but notice that there seems to be odd ripples on the port side of the ship, a rather conspicuous V shaped wake heading right for the boat. A much MUCH larger V then would account for any fish. And...odd rhythmic splashings behind and inside the V on either side of the wake...