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 No.723535[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CuMh2GXTZuo

In a time long past, before the coming of the Two, was a time of gods, heroes and monsters. A world as yet unexplored, an age of high adventure.

And in this age, eons ago, four wayward wanderers did find themselves crossing paths. Perhaps it was chance, or perhaps ordained by fate. I alone can elucidate the adventures of these four.

Hearken now to the Tales from the Age of Steel!
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 No.732043

>>732041
Kalidan scrunches his nose at the squeal his flute makes and puts it away, resolving to work on that later.
Suddenly realizing the predicament they find themselves in, he attempts to fade away from the group into the darkness of the night, hoping to avoid being seen by the undead horrors approaching.

Stealth [1d10]

Roll #1 10 = 10

 No.732044

>>732041
Hearing the cracking and thumping up above of creatures other than the party, Noghu positions themselves behind via tunneling.

[1d10+3]

Roll #1 2 + 3 = 5

 No.732045

>>732041
Sunbeam stands between the other statues, buying time for the rest to take out the first two.

"They will go no further." Sunbeam says, bracing herself.

 No.732046

>>732041
The ferryman swipes at the ghost blocking our exit with a mindless fury!
[1d10] Melee

"I will take rain over thiss messs! Quickly, before the sstatues arrive!

Roll #1 7 = 7

 No.732047

>>732042
The statues are solid stone, but they are old. Perhaps some powerful strikes would break them. You consider this as you keep an eye on the leftmost statue as it approaches, watching it carefully.
>Left statue is marked

>>732043
You back away and slip into the darkness, unseen by the undead, for now.

>>732044
You dig a bit further down and below one of the statues, though it's hard to say which from your perspective.

>>732046
The Boatman swipes, but nothing happens to the ghostly king, a twisted reflection of the regal statues you saw earlier. Mocking, bone-chilling laughter issues from it, reverberating around the accursed watchtower.

>>732046
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Last time on PirateQuest…

Thessaly's (unintentional) summoning of Seravelum, and the demon's obvious control over blood and curses, was more than enough proof for the Kalphite King and Queen to relent, and agree to the party's terms. They released the ostriches and chickens that they'd taken captive from the town of Gecko, and Kalphite guards saw the party to the cave's exit. Seravelum was quite disappointed that they didn't get to whip up a blood curse, and so Thessaly had to appease them by agreeing to sacrifice the first thing she killed to them.

With that resolved, the party passed by Obstinance's tent, which had been left empty and apparently unguarded. This offered them an opportunity to investigate the enigmatic exorcist, but Thessaly and Alder wisely warned against it, figuring (correctly) that the tent was trapped. Now, while the rest of the party continued on their way back to Gecko, Cerulean went off in search of Obstinance, finding him sprinkling salt mixed with wine and incense on the ground in a vast, circular perimeter around Gecko. The two talked a little about demons, and Obstinance seemed capable of detecting the demonic power that Stone Cold Classic had given to Cerulean after her wish for power. In a very strange move for a demon hunter and exorcist, Obstinance offered to help Cerulean bring out that demonic power, and gave her a small, wheel-shaped medallion, the Yana of the Moon and Stars. The medallion was enchanted, and would draw oddities unto itself. How exactly this would help Cerulean was not explicit, but he assured her that it would be made clear in time.

Meanwhile, Captain Cutlass was finally reunited with the rest of the party after a long train ride from Xallan, the major port town on Agyl's northwestern point. She had much to tell them about her battle with Shiro and Kuro, and needed to figure out how that all fit in with the unexplained conch call between Phillip the Gentlecolt and Thessaly on the night that Cutlass had disappeared. Phillip had apparently known about the so-called "mutiny" of Cutlass's crew and the resultant battle, despite Shiro and Kuro having every reason to keep it a secret, and despite them actively taking measures to keep it a secret. This gave credence to the possibility of an informant's involvement in all this. And to make matters worse, there was their bounties to deal with – particularly that photo of Thessaly with the Liber Animarum, apparently taken on Post too long. Click here to view the full text.
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>>728344
"Strange… what could be the meaning of this? We shouldn't… we shouldn't dodge? We don't dodge it? I am… confused."

 No.728350

>>728347
You gain a fierce-looking lopear dust bunny as your thrall. It looks to you with glowing eyes for orders. But something about it feels… unenthusiastic? Quiet? Dulled? Something is off with this minion. From experience, you know that minions tend to be evocative of the element from which they are drawn.

>optional insight roll available

 No.728351

>>728350
She tilts her head, beckoning the killer rabbit closer and looking it in the eyes. "Now what's eating you then. Hm?"
[1d10] Insight

Roll #1 8 = 8

 No.728352

>>728344
>>728346

"Right… Well, let's look for more notes after we deal with this dilemma."

Then, she eyes the bear. "And by 'we', I mean you."

 No.728353

>>728351
By the look in its eye, it seems like it doesn't want to do anything. No, that's not quite it. It doesn't want even to move, to eat, to drink, to do anything that would cause movement in the world. It's not sloth, but something more… something lies underneath it. A feeling that it shouldn't do anything. That, just by being there, it is making things worse. That it is guilty even for being alive.

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>>728352
As Cerulean darts in at toy size to try and make it to the phonograph, Cloud's spell misfires. He hits a rod of steel that was holding up some precariously-stacked toolboxes, which fall to the ground with a crash and bang, showering the dust bear with shards of small tools. It snarls and roars, gradually climbing to its feet after its rest is interrupted. Its eyes open and they are a dull and dead gray. Yet, upon seeing Cerulean charging into its lair, it clambers up, sweeping a massive paw at her with a fierce growl.

[1d10+4] Blast vs Intruders (Autocrit)

>Cub, the Sin of _______


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 No.724032[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

Last time on HolyQuest…

With Regina delivering her confession to the Replicant Witches, whose lives she nearly ended for the sake of revenge against Mudi and Vizsla, the rest of the party was free to tend to various matters.

Flaming set off for the west, where she discovered a series of cottages at the base of a hill. Atop the hill was an enormous Witches' castle, woven together out of many colossal wisteria trees and mushrooms, surrounded by a wall. Based on the sheer size of the doorways, this was obviously Regina's main shelter. There, she met Chorazin, Tantra and LJ, newly freed from their various stories. They complained of a lack of treasure, but found it somewhat easy to believe that the party not only talked down but struck a kind of alliance with Regina, given the party's track record.

Meanwhile, Pryce met with Zjetya, Zjetyaca (A Replica made in Zjetya's image) and Yadala, Witch of Judgments, and fellow Replica. Zjetya had apparently told Yadala and Zjetyaca about the fallout between her and Pryce following his confession of love, and the two were not happy. They gave Pryce beef until they had to go hear what Regina had to say. From there, Zjetya and Pryce had a difficult talk, one that ended with Zjetya agreeing to speak with River later about their "situation."

Amy and Shei discovered that the unnamed gods whom Regina had built a shrine for were none other than Buiwong, god of spiders and fables, Ba'drel, god of promises and cattle, and Cer'rog, god of wealth and birds. The three gods praised the Saviors for their deeds, and promised great power to Amy, as they would complete her tattoo with their blessing. While Shei rounded up Pryce, Flaming and the others, the three gods baptized Amy in fire and water, hearkening back to the mythic origins of the mortal race. What Amy saw in her vision could not be fully understood by anyone but her. Her body, mind and soul broke down into their smallest pieces, and she even separated herself from Ego, her demonic half. It was there that she was struck by an epiphany, an enlightenment… and as she emerged from the waters…
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 No.727695

>>727694
"Sure, just come up with another title instead of Queen-Mother," Zjetya says.
"How about… King… Master…?" River asks.
"That'd be more suitable for another type of game," Zjetya says.
River blushes. "How about… Dungeon… Ruler?"
Lockjaw grunts, rolling the dice with nudges of his tiny front claws.

 No.727696

>>727695
"Dungeon Ruler, that has a good feel to it. I think we're all set to start then."
Pryce says, lifting up the book in his magic and flipping to the rules for starting. He taps the open spots on the bed, offering for River and Zjetya to sit to be more comfortable.

 No.727697

>>727696
Zjetya and River sit beside you, and Lockjaw puts his head on your leg. All are waiting the beginning of their adventure.

 No.727698

>>727697
Pryce smiles as they all gather together, the night coming to a nice close. He flips a few pages in the book, and puts on a voice for the start of their adventure.
"You all look out from the deck of your boat, land rising into view ahead from the endless ocean. A lush land covered in forests and mountains like a secluded piece of the past, and where your bounty lies…"

 No.727699

>>727698
It seems that even the night can be full of adventures, both real and pretend.

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The party have departed the Swap Meet, embarking on a journey north-east towards the Shifting Sands. After a series of misadventures, and reuniting with Dawn, Carabas and their ally Etrigan, they have returned to the living desert, racing against time to find the Cuckoo's Egg.

Upon arriving at the Sands, they have found that their trusty compass no longer guides them towards their objective, an odd phenomenon that was not present before. They have been left to search for the vault where the Egg was kept on their own, navigating the Sands by way of memory.
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 No.724901

>>724900
"Of courze, zhe haz alligned herzelf wizh a tyrant and wizhez to zupprezz one'z ability to realize zheir fate, inztead confiding zhem to rot in prizon zellz. I have no qualmz wizh your tazk."

 No.724902

>>724901
''Then I might seek you yet again in the future, but that is a task for another day. I'm sure Ragalaseab will be patient and understand the delay on fulfilling their request'' Aegis stood back up and bowed her head ''This is all I had to say for now Zunden. Do you have anything to tell me? If not, please excuse me''

 No.724903

>>724902
"In honezty? Reztrict yourzelf from being zhort wizh ozherz. Zhey are in need of zheir time to heal. Take a pauze to dezide if zomezhing will help zomeone'z emotional ztate before conzidering vocalizing a fact or opinion."

 No.724904

>>724903
>can't delete to fix
>assume spoilers are italics

 No.724905

>>724903
Aegis kept her cool caze fixated on Zunden, silent for a long couple of seconds after she spoke
She simply nodded ''I understand''
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 No.720713[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

Last time, on PirateQuest…

Despite Professor Shrimp's best attempts at bribery, making threats and pleading, the party turned him in to the Constable's Barracks. There, he would wait in a small aquarium unti he could stand trial and receive his punishment, which would be determined via majority vote by those whom he had conscripted into his would-be army. They collected their bounties, coming in at a whopping 900 gold per person.

With multiple jobs now under their belts, the exhaustion of their hard work, compounded by the heat and hunger, finally caught up with them. Many members of the Beesting started up a potluck, ordering takeout dishes from a variety of Manenhi's more popular eateries. They brought the dishes back to the Beesting, allowing everyone to pick and choose as they pleased and eat aboard the comfort of their ship.

There was, however, an unsettling matter at hand. Cutlass was still nowhere to be seen, and even the Hidden Dagger was missing. Not a single member of her crew was present at the docks, nor anywhere else in town. Things only got worse when Thessaly attempted to contact them via the Caller Conch. Not a single person picked up. But just as she was about to hang up on the final call, she found an answer. It was the voice of Philip the Gentlecolt, and though Alder was unaware of the conversation, he learned just that day of Philip's role: One of the dreaded fleet commanders of the Crimson King.
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 No.724859

>>724858
"W-Well… act like the mature adult you are, then." he says, flicking his tail again.

 No.724860

>>724856

"What can I say?" Cutlass shrugs. "Pirates are dirty. I don't want them touching me."

>>724858

"I would argue YOU started it by having a kid. I can't help that I had the appropriate reaction to it!"

>>724855

"Hmm, I certainly understand that feeling," Cutlass nods. "Still, though. It must come from somewhere."

 No.724861

>>724860
"I do suppose pirates can be rather dirty, yes." the griffon comments, looking his hand over. "As far as that goes… I-I do not know, really. I tend to be a somewhat nervous person in general, I suppose. I need to… unwind a little, I think the term is?"

 No.724862

>>724859
"Well somepony has to point things out to her."

>>724860
"How is laughing an appropriate reaction?!"

 No.724863

>>724862

"Because it's a terrible idea! How is that not obvious at this point!?"

>>724861

"Ah, you should have drank with me at the bar the other day! That was a great way to unwind!" Cutlass offers.


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Last time on HolyQuest…

Trapped in Regina's realm of illusions, housed within the infinite Library of the Sacrosanct, the party had no choice but to play along with her malevolent games. Her primary method of testing and provoking the party consisted of trapping them within various stories recorded on scrolls. She abducted their allies under their very noses, replacing some with Replicas made in their image, and forced them to participate as actors within each story. Volkama played the role of Hodgson, a mad warlock attempting to unearth an ancient power, the Earthvein, for his own use. Rus Tea was transformed into a savage, mindless lamia, and made to endure the trials of a snake temple built among the branches of ancient, towering trees in the Onuma Swamp of the Starchart Plains.

After freeing Rus Tea from Regina's mind-altering magic, they were about halfway through the story of Cobraskin. In order to advance, they would need to complete the tale or else find some way of sufficiently disrupting the story, as in Earthvein.

Meanwhile, Flow and KP, exiled temporarily from Lilane after Flow's episode of Magatsuhi Overxposure, had to return to Fantasia. The city, once crushed under Orcus' maniacal, mechanical subjugation, had become a respectable fortress under the guidance of Easy Doesit. The city-state was sealed off by a high wall of stone and metal, armed by many guards: Ecclesians, Zha Arlakanians, Fairies, and refugees still able and willing to fight. There were still difficulties with farming and other food production, the threats of overpopulation and the mind-corrupted refugees that had been dumped there by the Treibheanna, but things seemed to be turning around, for now.

Flow and KP retired to one of many inns, populated with day laborers retiring from the heat of the late afternoon sun, and got some food, finding that they were quite hungry after all they'd done that day. Though Flow had gotten back his memories and sense of self, Renee still wanted to conduct a thorough examination of his mental and physical faculties to see if any side effects of the Overexposure still lingered.
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 No.723989

>>723986
Flaming freezes up as Amy hugs her, slowly reciprocating the hug. She returns the embrace, feeling the wet matted fur's chill as she thinks of what to say.

"…well, remember when I told you about how buffalo change their names when something important… life-changing… happens? And how I was thinking of changing mine? You said I'll always be 'Shorty' to you."

"So, no matter who you are, or what you are… you'll ALWAYS be Amy to me too."

 No.723990

>>723989

She keeps hugging Flaming as she starts to laugh. But, the laugh slowly turns into crying.

"I've done so much bad. Even worse, I made HER do so much bad. She was so pure… so perfect… and I ruined it! I've eaten many things I shouldn't have. But, now worst of all, I just swallowed HER up! Using her name… it just feels disrespectful!"

 No.723991

>>723988
Pryce thinks a moment at the question.
"My magic, mostly. We both enjoy doing tricks, entertaining ponies and making them happy. There's some minor differences between my younger self and I, but the core of who I am still is here."

 No.723992

>>723990
Flaming keeps the embrace tight, gripping her close as she fails to fully comprehend the situation at hoof, "I-it's okay, it's okay… I can't imagine what you're going through right now, but… you've done so much GOOD too. You helped her - you - do so much good. A-and she's not gone… only Amy hugs like this. You've changed, but you're not gone. You're still my best friend, my sister."

 No.723993

>>723992
>>723991

She tears up more, but this time it's with a smile. She lets go of Flaming and wipes the tears from her eyes. "Thanks, Shortyhorns. You're right. There might be a lot of me that isn't Amy. But, that core is still there."

She laughs and looks up at the ceiling. "I've been alive more years than I can count or remember. But everything good about me… everything I WANT TO be is just from the last decade."

She laughs like someone who is impressed by their opponent they just lost to. "It's amazing. It's beautiful… It's Amy. I am Amy. Calling myself anything else would just be making the world a less beautiful place. THAT would be the real disrespect."

"I can look back and see how much I've changed over 2000 years. But, the lessons I've learned now make me who I am now. And that makes me Amy."

Amy closes her eyes, still facing the ceiling. One last tear drops from her eye.


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 No.717839[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

((Lore doc https://pastebin.com/JPhEDTcP
((Welcome players! Please post sheets at the start of (solo) session 0 and again at the start of session 1 for easy access.))
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 No.723613

>>723612
"I only got to try one spell before guards came, but that does seem to be the case. My magic didn't even affect Zephyr at all."

 No.723614

>>723613
"Still, to have an effect as that on the crystals will be of great use, traveling through the fog as Master Border intends."

 No.723615

>>723614
"Border wants to go down into the fog?"

 No.723616

>>723615
"Indeed. He intends to begin work on a structure within the fog, and has hired me to protect Him and his allies."

"Has he not mentioned his plans to you?" she asks, tilting her head.

 No.723617

>>723608
Celestia, dragging the gray by the hindleg bumping over the rocky terrain, tries to grok the room with his gooey sensibilities. Vision cannot cut through the inky blackness; the sound of bubbling water is faintly audible. As he concentrates, however, the eldritch goo-pony becomes aware of life in the chamber. The three changelings with him are bright/loud obstructions to more distant signals, but he realizes there are more beings in the darkness. Perhaps three or four distant shapes curl around each other at the far edge of what Celestia realizes is the edge of the cavern.

>>723611
It's really, really dark. Em feels like they can sense the presence of Celestia and their captive, as well as the former prisoner. Beyond that, all she can tell is that there is a big dark cavern with water flowing maybe, somewhere in the distance.

>>723609
>>723611
Gray number two is stirring, not quite awake but certainly on their way.

>>723609
Golden, giving up on the hug, listens to Falling carefully. "So, worse than Tempest, eh? I've seen many pones crust up, mainly slower. Mostly, the gems eat you up from the inside first. By the time you see em on the surface, you're already boned, know what I mean?" He takes a long look at Tempest and Zephyr's door. "What they have… had…" he shakes his head, obviously still working on it. "What they got," he continues after a moment of head-shaking, "was something different. Fog sickness takes. I dunno. Years maybe. This took less than a week." He shrugs. "Like I said, there was… an incident." He has a face like he wants to say more, but stops himself with a swallow and a nod.

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Last time on HolyQuest…

Threecoins' abandoned northeastern district had become a haven to a small and eclectic group of witches. No two witches were of the same race or kingdom, evidenced by the wide variety of clothing styles, skin tones and body types; they were a cross-section of witches from all regions of the known world. One of the few things they had in common was their immediate distrust of the party. All regarded our heroes with suspicion, and few would talk to them. As the party would learn, this was not without reason. The last outsider who had entered their territory had stolen the special white powder, called Dove's Incense, that the witches were using in a ritual in the city's temples to ward off the remaining demons. That outsider, as Shei learned, was almost assuredly a member of Ecclesia, as he wore an Ecclesian jacket, with a black septagram badge attached to the lapel. The Ecclesian Choir distinguished themselves with septagram necklaces, so this badge surely indicated that this thief was someone of high rank, and its black color meant that he was a member of the Morte Legionem prior to his allegiance with Ecclesia.

As all this unfolded, Flow met with three members of the Choir: Sir Ichimonji, former Governer of Merec, Metalweave, and former Accorsian Emperor, Direnus Tibault. After delivering his report on the battle with the Lich, they looked over the items that he recovered from the laboratory: a bag of white powder that caused minor hallucinations when inhaled, research notes entitled On the Construction of a Perfect Egregore, a mysterious scroll sealed by a magic binding, and a letter that accompanied all of it, reading only "Look into this," and signed by "E.I.K." The scroll contained an illustration of a monk sitting in meditation before a tree. Its seven branches each ended in a great flower's bloom, and its eight roots each ended in a serpentine dragon's head, adorned with a crown. A single word, in an ancient script, accompanied each of these seven flowers and eight dragons. Another inscription, written below the monk, was also in this script, but it could be read: Begin in Death.

Puzzled by this cryptic diagram, Ichimonji, Metalweave and Direnus advised Flow to subtly inquire about this to Sir Einmal ist Keinmal, another member of the Choir whose initials matched those upon the letter.
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 No.721024

>>721018
>>721016
AS Pryce's flaming serpent bounces off the walls in a weird way, raising her eyebrow as Shei's phase aura and her unweaving magic reveals half of an invisible maze. "No way… it's not just one big wall, it's a whole maze?!"

As Pryce congratulates them, Flaming shakes her head, "Thanks, but we're not out of this yet. That only got half the maze and who knows how many worse traps might be in there."

Flaming works up the courage to head into the maze, intent on unweaving the second half as well now that it's been revealed. "Just a bit more to go, cover me…"

[1d10] Unweaving

Roll #1 1 = 1

 No.721025

>>721023
>Reflex [1d10]

Roll #1 8 = 8

 No.721026

>>721021
"Half of the book is thelematic schemas in relation to ceremonial magick and symbology. But the other half is the most sultry poetry one might ever read, loosely adapted his own anecdotes. Verily, burning it is absolutely necessary. It asks you in the first page to do so after reading. And Crow-ley having ascended he will know someone had read his literature and not burnt it afterward."

>>721021
>>721023
"Well I better go follow close by Pryce." Shei-Sher follows a few steps behind Pryce so his Aura can follow with him and illuminate any additional invisible walls.

 No.721027

>>721025
>>721023
The movement tiles hold no threat to you, their magic pulsing but unable to move you, owing to your protective barrier. Your fire-serpent blocks the rest of the darts, sling-stones and even spearheads that launch out from hidden panels in the walls, and from below, and so forth. Enduring much abuse, the serpent-shield manages to last until you finally reach the other end of the room, before it finally starts to fall apart, glowing faintly yellow. From studying the scroll, you realize that it is about to explode. You can use it or simply dispel it at that point.

>>721026
>"Don't spoil it! I want to go in with as little knowledge as possible!" Volkama says.
>"Pfft. And you were scolding me for my libertine tastes in dress," Rus Tea mocks.

>>721026
>>721024
>>721023
Moving as a team, you and your allies follow behind Pryce as he slowly tanks his way through the traps. It's slow going, but between the shield, the aura, and the antimagic barriers, the room's traps hold no power over you, and you manage to make it through without any damage… or so you thought.

Along the way, as Flaming tries to help clear out some of the invisible walls, she ends up pouring too much of her Spirit into the spell, and she feels a dreadful sense of vertigo and dizziness as it starts to backlash against her. The Pallisade barrier contributes some to stopping the backlash's effects, however. All it results in is that all of her hair stands up on end, turning her into a puff ball.

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 No.721028

>>721023
Smacking his lips after the sip, Hopper climbs back down, looking between you and the little bowl of bugs. He doesn't seem bothered by the fact that he can't share, and then devours the rest.

"Do you share emotions and all that?" Spitshine asks. "Or what about dreams? If one learns a skill, can the other use it too?"

>>721022
Sugar stirs her bowl of borscht, looking into the small chunks of beetroot, carrots and potatoes swirling around in it. She seems lost in it for a moment before looking up at you. Her expression is grave, her eyes dull with some kind of quiet, rolling storm, a turmoil that cannot be expressed. "How… how long do we have to be with you?" she asks.

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The story so far:

The party have arrived at the far flung seaside village of Moonhollow, ruled over by the elusive Lord Harroway. They have found that among other problems, the surrounding lands are plagued by a magical corruption known as the Blight. Having befriended the aspiring knight Dalliance, the party have signed on with a slowly growing band of adventurers working to cleanse the lands around Moonhollow.

Their first mission consisted of them rescuing Anna, the local blacksmith's daughter, who had apparently not been kidnapped, but instead run away to prove herself in combat. Their mission was a success, and they made two new allies: Cinder Fabrie, a kirin, and Solar Flair, a pegasus. The latter had already succumbed to the Blight, but the party found that this could be undone through great effort. Unfortunately, Solar was attacked by a creature which appeared to be an advanced form of the Blight, and was made comatose. He is currently in recovery.

With their new friend Cinder having joined the party, the group have split into two for the moment:

Voleurz, Dalliance and Rainy have stayed in Moonhollow for the time being, seeking their next mission. They appear to have found one: food is scarce in Moonhollow due to the local farms being plagued by a terrible beast of unknown nature. After asking around, they have discerned that the beast appears to be some sort of wolf, but of an unnatural size, leaving no trace behind.

Talon, Jesse and Platinum have accompanied Cinder in trying to find her former charge, a renowned paladin called Guiding Moonlight. Cinder, Solar and a handful of others were part of a hired group to escort Moonlight to the village, but a Blight attack led to them being separated. After some investigating, they found Moonlight, only to find her having driven mad by the Blight. Unlike most, she appears to be fighting the corruption, but can no longer tell friend from foe, reduced to little more than a beast.
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>>722404
"Do you at least want my backup or am I too much of a traitor for that?"

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>>722405
"Just go. You'll be more help in town."

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>>722406
"Yes sir" he says and takes off towards the town

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>>720689
Rainy quivers in a manner akin to gelatin, looking out from the elevated position of the manor towards the fog

"Oh.. this looks bad! The whole town is in danger!"

 No.722409

>>720689
Voleurz continues to push pews against doors, self-preservation sensation set in. She hoof-waves the praise, ego gone at least for the moment.

"Not going to bloody die today, no ma'am" She whispers coarsely to herself staging herself in a corner of the chapel.


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Last time on PirateQuest…

After leaving behind the wreckage of the Lilliput, the party continued onward on their journey to Agyl Island, passing a journey of four days in relatively peaceful weather. That is, until they reached the waters just outside the island's perimeter. There, circling the island, they beheld a colossal storm, with dark and tumultuous clouds that surged high into the sky. As the party attempted to reach the island, they were beset by a cohort of Squall-beasts, monsters made of clouds that resembled creatures like seagulls, tigers, elephants and dragons.

The party braved the assault as their two ships flew onward to Agyl, but the beasts proved powerful, causing severe damage to all the crew with even just a scrap of the lightning that sparked and flew off their bodies. All seemed to be going well, until the final push to make it to the eye of the storm, the patch of clear sky above Agyl Island, into which no Squall-beast dared to fly. A tidal wave rose up, spurred on by the Squall-beasts' charge, and propelled the ships forward, nearly knocking them stern over bow. Most held on to the ratlines and railings, but Cloud was launched from the deck, and collided head-on with the foremast. With a sickening crunch, he flew head-first into one of the crossbeams, which drove a loose nail partway into his eye. By a miracle, the wound was not fatal, but despite Alder's best efforts to restore his severely shattered skull, his eye was beyond saving.

Neither Alder, Godot nor Sickly Sweet had the equipment to restore Cloud's vision. So now, as the party docks into Agyl Island, the crews are in a rush to find a doctor who might be able to fix his annihilated eye.
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>>720389
Alder wobbles a little and leans back in to the larger griffon, trying to support her as best he can manage. The warmth and fluffiness is nice, so he doesn't object too much.

"I-Is that a children's rhyme from here, or something? I would say it is somewhat harsh, but many seem to be."

 No.720391

>>720389
Cloud looks into Chiu's eyes at her explanation, and then pulls her into a hug.
"I'm used to stuff going like that. Maybe not quite as violent, but things not always going great. Nothing's punishing us, and you shouldn't ever think you're not the greatest mare in the world. We're still getting used to this place. Once we've adjusted to the craziness here, there won't be anything more to worry about."
He says, not letting her go.

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>>720389
"Huh, when you put it like that…yeah, that does sound rather exciting. Considering all the new things I've been fighting and eating, that makes a lot of sense."

Cerulean stops a moment just as she was raising it up.
"Well…yeah. I dunno what I made, but might as well try it at least once, right?" Cerulean then raises it up and proceeds to take big swigs of the drink.

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>>720390
Splendid blinks a few times in confusion, looking at you as if she is confused by the very fact that you're asking it. She then blinks, sobering up a bit. "Oooooohhhhhhh. Nah, nah, I completely forgot you're not from here. It's a rhyme that I was taught when I was growin' up, yeah? You talking about those kids you helped out today brought it to mind for some reason. The Virtues were in charge of education where I… uh…"

She pauses, then has another long quaff of her drink. She pulls back a bit to keep from squishing you, but still leans on you pleasantly. "'Nuff said about them, then. All in the past, innit?"

>>720391
Chiu reciprocates the hug, but it seems to do little for her anxiety. "What does it mean to adjust, though? I don't think it just means preparing ourselves mentally to run into something bizarre and Aura-filled every other week. If we don't want either of us to come home with all kinds of eyepatches and prosthetics and whatnot, we need to prepare ourselves physically."

She pokes your stomach in a soft, ticklish spot. "And that means hardening ourselves up."

>>720392
Squatz raises his own mug to yours, toasting you. "To many MORE fights! I hope I never learn Aura!" he declares, before knocking back his drink.

You knock back yours, noting at first the crisp, tangy flavor of the blue fruit, mixed with the refreshing clarity in the diamond-colored pear, and then–

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