So there Becky,Jess and Jason were inside the living but beached wreck,with various
other harpies milling about,and Miss Elsie the human librarian barking out orders
about some kind of Harpy Last Stand on this craft.
So when the green skinned woman with a somewhat snouty face,green scales
poking out here and there,and dressed in medievel era garb materialized from
one of the darkened tunnels and marched up to them,speaking in a crude
northern animal-people dialect,it didn't immediately occur to the harpies
to treat their visitor as a goddess deity.
It was Snagr Sigurdsdottir herself,and she bristled and got angrier and angrier
as the invading bird folk didn't answer her questions about their intentions,but hustled
her off to a corner with a quartet of harpy warriors to keep a guard
on her.
Snagr quickly shut up and instead used her telepathic powers to read minds.
Most of the harpies were too panic stricken and just wanted to flee from decades of
werewolf persecutions.
There was one pervert who wanted to have sex with her.
And there was Miss Elsie,the human,who was generating visions of ripping out Snagrs
metal insides and firing up her dragons-kettle boilers and spraying steam out through the varoius
upper opennings at the werewolves outside.
The harpies had already ransacked her metal guts and pipes a century ago,and the
ship spirit decided she didn't want to go through that again.
So she beamed new intrusive thoughts at Miss Elsie,to fire up the ships/hers
dragon-kettle boilers and use the "Secret Catallista"
Miss Elsie was most pleased when she suddenly realized that using the Secret Catallista
was the way to go.
So soon all the intruders were marching deep into the bowels of the ship,all arranged in a
circle around a huge copper kettle with a lid on it.
They all pulled on a ceiling chain and the hinged lid rose up,revealing
a spinning writhing ball of fire suspended in the kettle.
They just stood there,staring down at the supernatural fire,when the ship gave a lurch .
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Outside,the gathered werewolves had been staring at the beached wreck,unsure what to do,
when they heard the
"Thrum thrum thrum" coming from within the craft
As they watched the Sea Serpente slid forward,off the edge of the stone
pillar it was marooned on,and briefly appeared
to be headed for a smashup below
Then in at the base of the pillar a glowing orange circle of fire appeared
and the huge craft plunged into it,and dissappeared
The circle shrank and died away.Where there should have been
a crumpled ruined wreck just lay boulders and dust.
Slowly the werewolves themselves seemed to fade away into nothingness,
and by dusk Monster Island was free of them...