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 No.687100[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

Temporary thread for Soul Quest this evening / any future instances where we can't play on our normal site, post your sheets for the 9th session of Soul Quest
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 No.718889

>>718882
>>718887
>with the aid of Anima (the magic, not the homicidal robot) she flies up to the weaker face of the turtle-bear chimera to get a closer look.
not switching souls, change this to
>gallops (gingerly) over to the turtle-bear chimera to get a closer look.

 No.718892

>>718882

>"Finish off that ugly thing!" Anima commands her new friend. [1d10] Ectofae attack


>Anima herself shoots another red beam at the chimera. [1d10+1] Lifestream


Cormeum keeps firing away. [1d10+1]

Roll #1 2 = 2 / Roll #2 1 + 1 = 2 / Roll #3 1 + 1 = 2

 No.718893

>>718886
The mantids are back safely within the interior of the shell, though leaving the opening open in case any of you need to retreat as well. You slash back at the head of the crocodile Chimera, but find it quickly adapting to your attacks as it kicks you with one of its tree-like legs, leaving a few scratches behind as the other chimera absorb your blows
>4/5 Alexis

>>718885
>>718886
Honey tries gathering her aura for a spell, but the Chimera moves too quickly before she can concentrate. It snaps back into action, its croco-head biting at her while the tail swings back around to attack Alexis. It plants its roots into the very shell of Rathfur
>Chimera 2
[1d10] Stand Firm
[1d10+1] Alexis
[1d10+1] Honey

Firm wraps his arms around the bear-arms of the chimera, and throws it around in a grapple. But as it is flipped onto its side, its shell hits the shell of Rathfur, absorbing most of the damage. Its tail wraps around Firm's midsection, squeezing him painfully in a reversal as the Chimera lunges for your neck with its beak
>Chimera 3
[1d10+1] Firm, Great attack
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 No.718894

Marker of health for next game (before these attacks occur)
>Alexis 4/5
>Firm 1/5
>Honey 5/5
>Aether 5/5
>Anima 0/4
>Cormeum 0/3

 No.718895

[1d10+1] got cut off on rolls again, this is the Bat Chimera's second attack on the Fae

Roll #1 5 + 1 = 6


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After having captured the bounty hunter Clawson, the party have continued onwards on their travels, reaching the fabled Swap Meet, a great gathering of drifters from all over the Echoes. They have spent some time there exploring and stocking their new ship for their future travels. However, all is not well. They have heard whispers of Skylord Lysander building a crew for his new ship, as well as premonitions from Zunden of disaster striking should they remain for too long. Thus, they have resolved to return to the Weeping City to explore it at a later date, after the more pressing issue of the Cuckoo's Egg is dealt with.

Zunden has seen fit to hire Black Pudding to cleanse their ship of the Oneiromancer's influence and hide it from prying eyes, which he has agreed to do. However, upon returning to the ship, they found themselves faced with another problem: a strange mare has arrived on their ship,carrying a horrific creature on her back, claiming to be part of their crew. Black Pudding has diagnosed it as a Squatterbloat, a lesser name-stealing demon that drains the memories of its host and those they have met. He will banish the demon, but it is a rite that will require participation from the others…
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 No.722190

>>722179
Aurora looks startled by your lack of composure. Hastily, she summons a Servitor, which dutifully fetches you ink and paper posthaste.

"A river?" she parrots. "There's only one river anywhere near here, and that's the Broad River." She fumbles to get up and grabs a map. It shows that the Shifting Sands are northwest of the Broad River. "If he is where I think he is, he's probably going to disembark at some point. Probably here." She points out a bend in the river. "Closest point to the Sands. From there I imagine he's going to have some mode of transport to get to the Sands. Either way. This probably means he's got an advantage on us."

>>722181
"…I don't know," she admits. "I haven't seen what you've seen. I guess part of me hopes there's some good in him. It. But probably not. It seems like another form of existence entirely. I'm out of my element talking about this sort of thing, really. Th-" She is cut off by Aegis waking up.

 No.722191

>>722190
>>722186
"Union, ze bringing of two zhingz togezher, phyzically or zhrough promize. Hiz pact wizh ze Oneiromanzer haz conzumed a great deal of hiz body, it zeemz."

She rubs her chin, squinting, "Birdz, zhough?"

 No.722192

>>722190
''He's closer than I imagined then'' She nods ''That is if we assume that is the river he was in, but I cant imagine why he would be anywhere else''
>>722191
''Yes. Grey and white birds with stripes, almost like a zebra. Do you have any idea what that means?''

 No.722193

>>722192
"If he can not view uz zhrough magical meanz, zhen he iz zending dizcrete zcoutz pretending to be wildlife."

 No.722197

>>722193
''A good assumption. In that case we must make haste to the egg''


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 No.716661[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

Please post your sheets for a one-shot of DeerQuest!
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 No.716762

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"Lately, the forest has been disappearing at a pace that has alarmed us all. Resources are thinning and creatures are panicking. The deer have taken it upon ourselves to replenish the forests. We normally use our magics to heal the woods and to help things grow… but we've had to take a more aggressive hoof. The forest is looking to us to help."

He pauses as he reaches a balcony, looking out over a much brighter area of the Everfree, one in which the sunlight falls down unabated. "Help from this."

You look out over the edge of the balcony, and see a great deal of deforested land and construction laid out before you, ponies and minotaurs working on some massive project that involves clearing the land for development of, according to a big sign, 'Fun Fun Land'

 No.716763

>>716761
>>716762
"Uh… really? So… your vines are destroying the homes of folks who did nothing to destroy your forest, but you… left this unclaimed?" She raises an eyebrow at the deer, before nodding towards the deforested area. "Reclaim areas that AREN'T occupied. There are plenty. Seriously, you expect us to think you're in the right when you destroy the homes of children instead of destroying the… well, the nothing that's out there?" Again, she points to the deforested area. "Where are your vines?"

 No.716764

>>716761
>>716762
"Ah… hmm. I don't think I've seen this… Fun-Fun Land, before. I'm not sure how this came about, but I can see the issue. Though, is the answer really to just head straight for a town? It might be better to either try moving back in here, or for us to just head over and see what exactly this is about."

 No.716765

>>716761
"I am sure this is all a big misunderstanding here, my father always told that happens a lot in equestria. I am sure if we went to Celestia. She will tell her ponies stop, and I can go back to the hotel." Talon nods at his presented possible solution.

 No.716766

>PAUSED


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Last time on HolyQuest…

Dawn rose on the fourth day before the Tartarus mission was set to begin. The party has all of today and tomorrow before their expedition begins, leaving them with precious little time to spend with one another, and on their preparations. Power, allies, weapons, spells, potions, scrolls, armor – just forty-eight hours to obtain all they would need before they would descend into Tartarus itself to determine who would rule the new, demon-infested world.

After breakfast, the party returned to Lilane in order to attend Pryce's award ceremony. Pryce had earned the honor of the Star-Blessed Watch in recognition of his twelve years of service as an honorable knight of the Union Church.

Upon returning to Lilane, they were met with a most massive change of scenery. As Chorazin had alluded to yesterday, Metatron had visited Lilane in the night, sending his angels to guard and fortify the city which Ecclesia had claimed as its fortress. They had also apparently healed the injuries of many Ecclesians, who had been scarred, deformed, and had even lost limbs as a result of their battles with demons. Though the Ecclesians were overjoyed at this, the party was more than unnerved because of their previous encounters with Metatron.

Shei remained behind with Mocha, partly in order to take care of various tasks during the morning, and because he was shunned in Lilane for his outburst the previous day (although he was not officially exiled).
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 No.716929

>>716928
Lockjaw looks down at you expectantly, but you end up with nothing in your hoof except empty air. The guards go back to their posts, but keep wary glances on Lockjaw. "You can keep him from knocking anything down, can't you?" one asks.

 No.716930

>>716929
Pryce looks down at his hoof as he fails to produce anything getting a little nervous at leading Lockjaw on. He reaches into his bracelet, trying again to pull out a big chunk of meat for him.
"Of course I can. He's well trained, and he wouldn't even think of wrecking stuff."
Pryce says to reassure the guards, though mostly himself.
>Hat Magic [Meat] [1d10]

Roll #1 2 = 2

 No.716931

>>716930
Still nothing comes to your hoof, and the continual use of magic starts to drain slightly on your stamina and mental focus. Lockjaw grunts again and then, with a great thud, lays down on his side, like a bored housecat. His foreclaws scrabble at the open air and his tail starts to toss this way and that.

Seeing this, Chorazin starts to get worried. "I'll go pop by one of the shops around here. Surely there's a place here that sells meat; all the stories of witches assert they eat nothing but children, after all."

She glides up the street, leaving you with Lockjaw.

 No.716932

>>716931
Pryce slips his bracelet back on, a little headache forming from trying to push his magic.
"Get anything you can, and thank you."
He says to Chorazin, while also noting to himself to prepare for this in the future when Lockjaw grows up.

Though as the deviljho lies down and starts to swing his tail, Pryce worries about his boredom. Another idea forms, pulling the rope out of his robe that he grabbed earlier from the clock tower basement. He spreads his wings, flying up into the air and dangling the rope down to play a small game of tug of war to keep him occupied until food comes.
"Come on Lockjaw, let's see if you can pull this rope from me."

 No.716933

>>716932
Lockjaw slows his thrashing down, then looks up at the rope with curiosity. He sniffs at it, appearing puzzled by its purpose. It looks like "tug of war" doesn't come naturally to a creature such as him.


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Last time on TPW…

After entering the town of Gladiolus, the party accompanied the traveling performer troupe to the town's castle, where they secured a meeting with the Sage of the Marsh herself, an old mare by the name of Peat. Peat, upon hearing the news of what Lugh and his underlings had done, was furious, but not surprised, as this was only the latest in a series of crimes committed by druids.

Peat confided that she and the other sage had known for some time of an extremist faction within the druids, who resented the presence of foreigners on Albion, and of the destruction of the land that came as a result of icreasing idustrialization. Said industrializaton was a direct result of foreign businesses coming to Albion to set up shop, buy up land and resources that had once been wilderness and bountiful nature. Peat pledged to investigate these extremists and warn the other Sages of their activities, so that the other three Treasures of Albion could be kept safe.
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 No.716163

>>716162
"Don't you remember communion on how we met Franklin the 3rd, we found him eating a soul. What if he eats mine and I become an undead zombie? Oooooo~" I make a little spooky noise exaggerating my point.

 No.716164

>>716159
"Uhm, noted. I'll make sure to be careful how I use it." he says, before shaking his head a little. "No need to eat, really. The sooner the better, right?"

 No.716165

>>716163
Communion does not smile. "I don't think you'd turn into a zombie. I think you'd probably just die and be dead. And that would be a shame." She meets the gaze of the cat, a playful grin on her face but a serious glint in her eyes. "We'll need to watch that one, for sure. Last time I fed him, he got noticeably bigger. I don't think it's the flesh he's feeding on."

 No.716166

>>716164
>>716162
>>716161
>>716160
"Our destination lies at the forest's heart, some distance beyond the village. If we leave today, we will reach it by tomorrow at noon," the guard says.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M06yl1wupn8

The guards head beyond the curtain of vines, entering the village onward. As the curtain parts, you see a village, built within the trees, sturdily held atop the canopy of tangling vines and branches that you saw yourself rising up into earlier. Roots are interwoven into the thick bed of the village, indicating that there are yet more trees, growing out of other trees, and stretching higher up into the skyline. Hollows have been carved into many of the trees, consituting burrow-shaped buildings and homes similar to those you might see in the outside world, but still with a uniquely snakelike feel.

There are serpents of many sizes stationed about the village, some quite small like these guards, others dwarfing you at nine feet in height. The larger ones have more pronounced upper bodies, comparable to a minotaur's in width, though without arms. They eye you suspiciously as you stand outside the village's boundary, but seeing the guards near you, they do not stop or harass you.

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 No.716167

>>716165
"Yeah you are right communion, I should take responsibility for him, do we have any food on us." I pull some of my own rations out of my own bag and show it to Franklin so they can feed. "Here you go Mr." I cheerfully proclaimed.


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Joined by the sorceress Aegis, the party have continued their journey towards the Weeping City, where a great Swap Meet is to take place; however, not all is well within the group. Hermodur, marked by the enigmatic Oneiromancer, has resolved to break the Cuckoo's egg, which has led to him leaving the party to go on adventures of his own, for a time. The rest of the group, meanwhile, are now being stalked by a mysterious bounty hunter called Clawson, who, out of a desire for a challenge, has given them 24 hours to put as much distance between them and himself as possible. Their quest continues, the constant presence of the Oneiromancer and the threat of Skylord Lysander hanging over them like a guillotine…
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 No.715042

>>715041
She examines the rings curiously. "My. These really are quite something. Late Second Era, from the looks of it." She turns back to youwith a grateful smile. "Thank you. That was a fine trade."

 No.715043

>>715042
Zunden grins mischievously, "If you do not plan to keep zhem for yourzelf, I am zure Lyzander would buy zhem for triple ze prize. Zhough if you do-" She winks, putting on BP's mask, "-You didn't get it from me."

She puts the new charm around her neck, adjusting it till the necklaces once again feel right. She turns to Aurora, "I zhink zhat'z ze end of everyzhing I wanted to do today. We zpent almozt all our gold in zheze lazt two dayz, I zhink it iz bezt we have zome incaze of an emergenzy."

 No.715044

>>715043
"Completely understand," says I don't think I got your name, so I wouldn't be of much help to him anyway. So don't worry about it."

Aurora nods. "Right. I don't think there's anything else I wanted, so we'd do best to get back to the ship. I'm sure the others are waiting for us there."

 No.715045

>>715044
says Greta*

 No.715046

>>715044
Zunden nods, "And I have a load of furniture to move to my room. I'm glad we made it back before ze evening."

Zunden heads back to the entrance with Aurora, pleased with how the day went.


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 No.705968[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

A new game by me I guess
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 No.713261

>>712905
My stomach drops as I see the blade descend on Cinder, and I leap toward her to try to push her out of the way.

[1d10]

Roll #1 1 = 1

 No.713262

>>712905
"You sunnova-"
He is cutoff by his own gunshot

[1d10]

Roll #1 9 = 9

 No.713263

>>712905
Cinder feels the biting pain in her legs and suddenly the world goes sideways. She thuds to the ground ungracefully, the breath knocked out of her. As she lies there wheezing, her eyes widen, watching ghastly Moonlight bearing down on her with intent to kill. Gathering what little wits she has in her dazed state, she jerks her body to the side, trying her damnedest to get 4 hooves on the ground again.

Get The H*ck Up: [1d10]

Roll #1 2 = 2

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>>712905
I dive down after cinder to attempt to grab them out of the way from the blights attack from my place above them.

 No.713266

>>713265
[1d10]

Roll #1 2 = 2


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The Drifters have made their escape from the town of Braildorn, having been made outlaws by their new nemesis Lysander. Once an adventurer like themselves, Lysander has fallen victim to his own hubris and greed, desperate to be seen as a true dragon. The party's first encounter with him led to him becoming crippled, and the party taking his ship for themselves. To make things more complex, the egg they discovered in the vault deep in the Shifting Sands is a seal preventing an entity known as the Cuckoo from awakening, an event which would result in the decimation of the Echoes as they know it.

Not only has Lysander joined forces with a mysterious being named only the Oneiromancer, but he has also discovered the location of the Cuckoo's egg. He, the Oneiromancer, and several others seem to be part of a collective that seek the egg, though for what purpose is unclear; indeed, Lysander seems blind to the egg's true nature, coveting it as a rare and valuable treasure. Seeking to oppose Lysander are a blind wanderer called Dawn, her partner Carabas, and their missing friend Etrigan.

The long term goal the party have made is clear from this: stop Lysander from getting to the egg, however possible. This is an even more pressing matter due to what the party discovered when they visited the vault: not only is the Cuckoo's egg there, but Discord, the primordial god of chaos, is sealed away there, turned to stone but still able to speak. If Lysander were to reach the vault, he would surely make an alliance with the Draconequus, making him an even greater threat. However, Lysander's whereabouts are unknown, for now; until the party can gain some insight into this, they cannot do much to stop him.

For now, the party's goals are twofold:

They have heard of a place to the north called the Dreaming Spring, where Hermodur got some of his Dreamwater from. Lilies from this spring are one of three components needed to liberate a spirit held captive by the swamp druid Black Pudding. Visiting this spring would not only help them in liberating the spirit, but also in acquiring more of the water, which has the unique quality of showing whoever the user thinks of when drinking it.

They have also caught wind of an upcoming event in the Echoes called the Swap Meet, a gathering for drifters from all over the land to come and buy, sell and trade all manner of goods. This event is unique in that while it is held, it is forbidden (by whom itPost too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.717240

>>717236

Hermodur declines the healing potion. "Let's not use them so cavalierly. Save it for when it will help me more."

Hermodur stares at the armor for a moment. "I suppose it is probably safe for now. The helm appears to be in good condition."

>appraising the helm to see if it has any special properties [1d10]


Roll #1 9 = 9

 No.717243

>>717240
While you're not an expert, you can't sense any magical energy coming from the helmet. It is a frogmouth helm made of golden metal with a red plume. The type worn by knights in traditional jousts. The borders are decorated with a tasteful dark leaf pattern filigree. While it may not be enchanted, it is an extremely sturdy piece of armor, protecting from even the toughest of blows. It is also a striking piece of craftsmanship, making for quite an ornament.

 No.717245

>>717243

Hermodur nods with satisfaction at the money he imagines he will make from this.

"Then, let us move on," he says as he takes the helm with him.

Hermodur looks around the entrance room to get his bearings. [1d10] perception

Roll #1 9 = 9

 No.717252

>>717245
The cathedral interior consists of a a vast structure of light stone, with a black and white marble floor with several rows of perfectly straight pews. Great pillars reach all the way to the top of the incredibly tall building, atop which you can see rafters connecting each pillar in a complex network. You think you can see shadows moving on the rafters themselves, but it is difficult to be sure from so far below. Ahead of you lie two sets of stairs, one on each side, while the pews are set facing a stone archway, beyond which lie a pair of great wooden doors, which appear to be locked.

There are many rooms adjacent to the main hall of the cathedral, accessible from the aforementioned flights of stairs. From the left you can hear what sounds like the ceaseless banging of an anvil, while on the right you think you hear something scrabbling about, rat-like.

The decorations of the cathedral grab your attention; instead of being dedicated to the wroship of Twilight, the Holy Twins or even any of the Saints, the stained glass windows and bas reliefs all depict a great dragon, bigger than any you've ever seen, from the size comparison. It is shown torching entire armies, razing cities, but also apparently teaching ponies something, or bestowing them with great gifts. "Dragon worship," Marisol muses as she follows your gaze. "How peculiar. What do you make of it all?"

 No.717253

>>717245
Forgot to add:


There are many rooms adjacent to the main hall of the cathedral, accessible from the aforementioned flights of stairs. From the left you can hear what sounds like the ceaseless banging of an anvil, while on the right you think you hear something scrabbling about, rat-like. Apart from this, however, the cathedral is completely silent. You feel like you are being observed by some unseen, hostile force, wanting nothing more than for you to leave this city.


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Post your sheets!
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 No.713087

>>713085
Communions sour face softens as she listens to Peat speak. Perhaps she was hasty to imagine that the druids had such influence as Lugh implied. For now, again, she would have to put her trust in the unknown.
"What are your personal feelings on the expansion of technology and foreign influence in your realm?" This time there is no bite to the question. Communion is genuinely curious.

 No.713088

>>713085
"I don't think he mentioned either of those. He did say he got the bell via Dead Drop, so maybe he's working with one of them here… or, someone here is working with him. Regardless, sending that letter sounds like the best bet."

>>713085
>>713086
"Magitech? I think Sirocco's told me about that a few times… it never really stuck, so to speak. Anywho, yeah- has anything ever been done about these Druids?"

 No.713089

>>713085
"I do love the convenience of new technologies."

 No.713090

>>713088
>>713086
"Until this year, there was hardly a need to even acknowledge the issue," Peat continues. "The Druids did their work, and we Sages did ours. Only recently have there been any reports of violence by Druids against foreigners and their property. All these so-called 'extremists' ever did was grumble and mull over their grievances, so I at least never saw much point in trying to police their attitudes. I would imagine that there had to be some kind of inciting incident for them to go from griping and whining to actually acting on their views and terrorizing foreigners. Based on what they're so concerned about, perhaps some kind of environmental disaster?"

As Sirocco brings up where the Bell ought to go, Peat takes another drag on her cigarette, nearly burning it out. "…Here wouldn't be the best option. Ordinarily, the Bell is kept in a special vault in this castle. I may as well tell you, since it's clearly been compromised. The vault has physical and magical locking mechanisms that involve extensive knowledge of manipulating and releasing powerful Runes. It's also sturdy enough to withstand brute force attacks, and enchanted to prevent someone just teleporting in and out. That narrows down the list of potential thieves greatly, but that's still about 50 people. And, without knowing how they got in without alerting anyone, it's possible that they could just break into the Vault again and steal the Bell once more.

"We have another, backup hiding spot, one that I can't tell you about. If you were to find it, I can give my word that I will turn over all other duties to my assistants and spend as much time as needed guarding it personally. That's how severe this problem is."

>You can roll to gauge her intentions if she seems suspicious.


>>713087
>>713089
"What do I care?" Peat asks bluntly. "Technological progress can't be stopped – especially that which provides convenience. He's got the right idea," she says, gesturing to Soft. "Let the people have what they want; you certainly won't be able to turn thPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.713504

>>713090
https://pastebin.com/UtJCKZgu

I grin and my feathers puff up a bit as I raise my head up proudly from the compliment that was given to me.


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>Thessaly 6/4
>Cloud 5/4

Last time on PirateQuest…

Disguised as guards and armed with a pocket-sized Droplet, Thessaly and Cloud Shear waited dutifully by Queen Toko's side during the circus performance so far. The Pattern Juggler pesetered them and the VIPs from all sides with an assortment of tricks and jabs, formed by hijacking various parts of the performance, and using them as weaponized annoyances. This greatly stirred up Queen Toko's ire, exposing pre-existing tensions between her and the Crimson King – possibly something that could be to the party's advantage.

Alder and Cerulean conversed backstage with the crew as they waited for their performance to come on. Cerulean nearly, er, "killed" Boneless, a rubber chicken and performer with a storied and controversial past. Alder, however, saved his life by un-breaking his plastic neck. Nonetheless, they still had plenty of time before their scheduled performances.

Cutlass successfully boarded The Golden Vein and began her invasion, capturing guards to wring out for intel on the ship's guard situation. Although there were relatively few guards left on the ship due to the security detail being spread all across Kaco Island, she learned of the presence of at least ten so-called "giants" onboard, who made up the bulk of the ship's muscle and posed the biggest threat to their attack. Cutlass split her forces; the bulk, led by Schnitzel and Make Believe, would capture the control room on the third level. The rest would break into the prison holding on the second level to free Colobok, which would allow the rest of her assassin entourage to fight without fear for his safety.

As both sides of the attack against the Crimson King and the Bee Queens unfold, neither our heroes nor our foes know what lies in wait for them at the end of the night, nor how it would change the course of their voyages.
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 No.714798

>>714795
"P-Please, try to remain calm. W-We have done what we could. I apologize for not being more prepared to deal with such a situation. W-We are headign to shore, to get help."

 No.714799

>>714796
>>714792
"Giving you a prescription," Godot remarks dryly. "Either for a monocle or an eyepatch."

Cloud feels Godot gingerly set his fingers to the side of his head, and Cloud realizes he cannot see out of that side. What they have said is the truth. Chiu gently presses down on Cloud's chest, holding him steady while Godot works.

>>714793
>>714792
>>714788
>>714787
>>714786
With Cerulean's aid, the Beesting quickly takes to the calm waves, making short work of the rest of their trek to Agyl Island.

As the island comes into better view, you are struck by its shape. The massive island's landmass appears to be constructed of immacultate hexagonal cuts of stone and sand. Where it slopes, it does so in layers of hexagons, perfectly cut and proportioned from one another. The island also appears to be triangular in shape, as the ships approach from the southwest, seeing a very large port town on the triangle's corner. The town is densely packed, with several buildings all layered in a low hillside, giving it a good deal of verticality. The structures are carved of a beautiful white adobe, with lots of cuts of blue stones as well for color. Cacti dot its landscape, and a plethora of people of a myriad of races (mostly variants of Krikral) are out and about. The nearest shipyard appears to be on the western side, in the midst of a vast bazaar.

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>>714797
>>714796
As the two mares that are usually the most strict or harsh tell Cloud to calm, he closes his mouth as he lies still, trying to only focus on breathing. Though he still is pretty tense.

>>714798
Cloud looks over to Alder, worried, though his look is one of thanks as he says he attempted to help.

>>714799
Cloud tries not to panic further as Godot puts the damage bluntly, even with how the others said it.

His remaining eye can't help but look at Godot as he grasps his head, but his hoof grasps Chiu's, holding it too tightly.

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>>714799
Panting a bit, Cerulean gets back up on deck.
"*huff* *huff* Okay…we made it! Now we can go to one of those places that is a lot cleaner and stuff!"

>>714801
"You know, you have a cool story to tell if people ask what happened," she says with a smile, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

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>>714801
"I-I have some painkillers I could prepare, Mister Cloud. A-Anything I can do to help."


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