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 No.706639[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

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.724630

>>724629
"Of course, sir," he says with another exaggerated bow. "I do hope we get to speak again s…" He trails off as you just up and leave.

Leaving the Meet, you find the convoy fairly easily. It consists of a series of about a dozen caravans, each adorned with the same emblem of a crowing rooster, and pulled by two earth pony slaves. A burly Chanticleer with a flail at his side is overseeing a group of slaves getting shunted into one of the caravans. As you approach, he moves to stop you.

 No.724631

>>724630

"I've spoken with the on selling in the Swap Meet," Hermodur says as he is stopped. "I'll be traveling with you a ways. It's a favor from Jellon Swain."

 No.725021

>>724631
The name of Jellon Swain seems to carry some weight; the Chanticleer, burly yet powder-faced like the rest of them, nods and waddles off, presumably consulting some of the others. After a while, he returns and shows you the transport you'll be taking. It is a lavish cabin with a red curtained interior separate from the rest, pulled by a single mute earth pony slave.

>timeskip


Marisol is less than pleased with the transport arrangements, but you both agree it is better than the alternative. Her own forays proved quite fruitful; she has ditched the distinctive golden dagger and blue cloak, having sold it for a hefty sum. She now totes a steel dagger and a roughspun hooded cloak, a copy of which she gives to you to use as a sort of disguise. She also acquired 400 bits, and, more importantly, two valuable objects for your trip: a set of flares, to signal the ship when you see it, and an ornate wooden compass with a gold trim. You recognize it as a rare Compass of Want, much like the one the party has. This will help guide you towards the ship.

The trip begins the next day. It is slow, and extremely uncomfortable; not because of the pretentious accommodations, but because of being in the company of slavers. Marisol seems to detest the Chanticleers more than anything, at one point threatening one of the slavers with maiming him if he so much as talks to her. It isn't hard to see why; too many times you see them beating, mocking and generally brutalizing the slaves they peddle, or "stock" as they call them.

On the journey, you pick up wind of what their plan is: They are delivering a huge cargo of slaves to a town called Last Hearth, for an event known as the Night of the Hunt. What this entails, and why it requires slaves, is unclear. Part of you doesn't want to know why.

After what feels like an eternity of slow, grueling travel, you arrive at your destination, being escorted away by a trio of Chanticleers before they rejoin their convoy. The fort known as Verigan's Hold has seen better days; nestled amidst the arid red rocks, facing a yellow windswept plain, the crumbling old ruin is hardly a suitable place to set up shelter. Yet it will have to do, for lack of much better options. Between the two of you, you set up a small campsite within one of the watchtowers, consulting the CompasPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.725022

>>725021

Hermodur opens up Mjolnir and puts his robotic hand inside to create a large flame for the ship to see from far away.

[1d10] for noticeable light show

Roll #1 3 = 3

 No.725028

>>725022
You fling a fireball up, joining the flare. For a while, you don't think they're going to land; then, as they draw nearer, the ship gently sets down outside the fort. The ebony junk is in a bad way; much of it has been reduced to splinters, haphazardly patched up with spare wood, and the sails are littered with tears and holes. Emblazoned on the bow is the name Fate's Fortune.

Marisol wordlessly gestures for you to follow as she nimbly sprints down the stairwell, emerging outside to greet them.


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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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 No.714801

>>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.

 No.714803

>>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.

 No.714804

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


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 No.703862[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

Post Sheets.
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 No.710933

>>710923
"Hehe Right." Shei feels awkward about borrowing this "Your conch is in safe hooves."

 No.710934

>>710927
Pryce pauses. The words from Shei as his friend praises him, they touch him deeply.
"Thank you Shei."
He says with a deep feeling of gratitude.
"Out of everypony here, you've travelled with me the longest. You were there through the worst, and through what looked like the End. I don't want to make you uncomfortable or force you to come after what happened last night, but I would be grateful if you came."

>>710931
"If Tantra does it, then i would fine with that."
Pryce responds after mulling the suggestion over.

 No.710939

>>710934
Shei nods "There is much to be done. Trust in me you will be far more grateful I kept to my work once we are in Tartarus."

 No.710940

>>710939
Pryce smiles, putting a hoof on Shei's shoulder.
"I'll expect big things then."
He says in understanding.

 No.711144

>>710925
>>710925
Shei-Sher gains a pause in judgement "On second thought, no- this is fine. There is another thing I can tend to." Shei-Sher strokes his chin "You both go see Pryce's ceremony and give the Ecclessian's my best regards."

"I do not intend to speak with Metatron right away, but last I and Mudi met with him he seemed very reasonable, very.. equine. As though he remembers his past life. And he did not kill me despite his opinions on me not being in any higher of esteem than Mudi. I've spoken to Tartarus's God. I've spoken to Y'dryth, I should speak with Metatron as well." Shei appears resolute

>>710925
Before Gadds and Chorazin leave he urges them to stay just one last minute to act as witnesses for the claim Shei gives Mocha.
"Last night in Lilane I made a fool of myself and disturbed the peace. When a member of Ecclessia's choir demanded I answer for my crime I did and the rest of our company had chanced upon my trial. Ichimonji asked them, without knowledge of either our accounts if they believed me. And everyone vouched for my good character. That includes River Spring and Chorazin."


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Compared to your recent adventures, the voyage back home to the Hollow has been uneventful.

As you arrived back into the Hollow you were surrounded by curious breezies wondering not just about the strange and wonderful treasures you carry but also the shrunken zebra Oomar, who so far has been delighted to visit the breezie city. A different case entirely has been the breezie witch who has refused to speak during the travel and her stay in the hollow heavily guarded by the breezemancers.

Because of the hard-earned rewards you've been given by Tumbleweed, the wealthy breezie, you've been able to fund the development of the radan style aiship. With help from volunteers from the Guild, Pattern has started the long anticipated project.

As the project nears completion we find our heroes in a tent next to the airship warf.
The breezemancers have found that an expert in exotic and cursed artefacts is currently residing within Breezie Valley.

You're both standing around a table with airship blueprints while Marrow Fargale, as you might recall you saved from the forest just some weeks ago, finishes reading the letter.

She looks up. "It's the best we found. I'm sorry, there's simply not many breezies who seek to delve into these kinds of items. And those who do, usually aren't very willing to divulge their secrets. Like our guest."
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 No.709362

>>709361
"Hmm, I had wondered if we ran into each other before, but maybe it's just coincidence. You know about all that matter with the Radan attack, and then the rogue Tinker, and that weird culty group of Butterflies or whoever. Lot of strange things in the Hollow lately."

 No.709363

>>709361
Shake his breezer, with a weak little shake.
"Do you have weight statistics? I can look at it?"

 No.709364

>>709362
He giggles a bit. "Wow, you know about that? Eh, you see that rogue Tinker business, that really isn't representative of all Tinkers."

>>709363
"Yes, shall we go through the list together?"

 No.709365

>>709364
"Of course, I've got my own notes ready, um not that I needed notes on my own ship but.." I start mumbling awkwardly.

 No.709366

PAUSE


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 No.709128[Reply]

It is time for Nature
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 No.709220

>>709219
"You might be right, but he's only one pony, and the whole town knows not to let him into the temple now." I shake my head "He can't interfere at this point. I don't think."

 No.709225

>>709220
"What if he knows things that… I don't know… do you think he will be alone? Or… why so many people here?"
She sighs.
"I'm just worried this might be drawing the attention of the bad ponies, instead of keeping them away. All the folks here are such nice ponies, look at your Dad, making food for everyone! I don't want anything to happen to them!"

 No.709226

>>709225
"Everypony in my town will lose their home if this goes wrong." I pause "Wait He didn't tell you why everyone is here? Why did you come here?" I ask seriously concerned that she might not know what's going on.

 No.709228

>>709226
"Well… we know about a witch… some witch. And that there is going to be a ritual. Also that you might be in danger of being attacked when you attempt it."

 No.709231

>>709228
"That's right. This town is built around a tree. That tree is one of Mother Nature's sacred places. Under than tree is a sacred place, where a seal that keeps an evil witch asleep rests. There are actually, were anyway, many such seals, but now this is the only one. It must be reinforced as the eclipse passes over or she will be freed and the home I knew will be destroyed, as well as much of the area around here.. and more if she escapes in to equestria." I explain. "That's the basics of the situation."



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 No.704875[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

No more bamboozles! Probably.
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 No.706634

>>706631
>>706632
Glitter comes up next to him, setting down some sovereigns as well.
"I'll also put up 40, but on Frankie, please."

 No.706635

>>706631
"I get that a lot for some reason."

>>706633
"Yeah. Those guys really were somethin', huh? Walked away without even taking anything." He sits down next to Copper.



FJS follows Dashpot to see what he's up to. "So what do you do when you're actually on the ship? Do you always play recruiter?"

 No.706636

>>706635
"Again, they don't expect someone to blast a hole open in them on their home turf."

Copper giggles,

"To be honest, I don't think I would be able to either. Worst would be a warning shot. That'd get authorities involved."

 No.706637

>>706632
"Brave choice!" he says cheerily, registering your bet. He tells you a little about Helter Skelter: a well traveled spacer and part time bounty hunter, Helter Skelter is a crack shot with his guns, one of the best slingers in the 'verse. He's a one time champion of the arena on planet Dylath, and got second place in last year's tournament here on Euryale. The others, however, are slightly more qualified than him by a margin, so he's a bit of an underdog this year. "He may pull through yet though!" the bookie concludes. "Good luck, chum!"
>-40 sovs

>>706633
He nods and shrugs. "That'd be Jody Domingre's gang. They've been roughin' up newcomers for going' on a year now. Haven't been able to uproot 'em yet, but someday, maybe."

Keg shrugs and grabs himself a huge, frothing mug of house brew ale. He toasts silently and downs most of it in one swig. "'S alright, I guess," he shrugs. The bartender looks a little miffed.

>>706634
"Good choice, good choice." You learn a bit about Frankie: a newcomer to the arena, he's gone undefeated since he started. He's young, cocky and an extremely skilled bare hand fighter. He even beat the previous three time champion, Garland Ferris, in one of the tournament matches. No one knows how he lost his finger. "Best of luck!" says the bookie. "This is gonna be his biggest challenge yet!"
>-40 sovs

>>706635
You follow Dashpot as he heads to the bridge, stopping him in his tracks. He looks a little irritated by the interruption, but he brushes it off. "Well, I'm the pilot," he answers. "Cap's my copilot. Used to be the other way 'round, but… well, situation done changed. I'm the first mate, so I get to do a lot of the dirty work. Including admin stuff like recruiting newbies, I guess. Mae ought to be the one doin' it, but she deserves a break. Last mission was… Well, you don't need to know about that." He gives you a warm smile.

 No.706638

>>706634
"Oh, this should be really fun! I hope they all play it up a lot!"


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The party now returns to Kaco Island, having accomplished many things during their time on the small satellite island:

First, they learned more about aura and developed their potential even further, culminating in the creation of new abilities for some and improvements on current abilities for others. Second, they recovered a large cache of red herbs, called Helltongues, which would enable them to cure people from infection by Queen Toko's white parasites. Third, they resued an alien from outer space whose spaceship had crashed at sea during his research for his dissertation.

Now, Cutlass and Thessaly are heading back to meet with the leaders of the Three mafia Families who rule over Aristar and who have rapidly become the last stable leaders on Kaco Island following the Queens' thorough destruction of Potnia and other towns on the southern half of the island. Meanwhile, the rest of the party has plenty of time to kill before Alder and Cerulean are due for their circus performance in Aristar at 6. Thus they're heading back to check out some of the destroyed towns and pick over what might remain.

Post sheets.
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>Posting with Timber's permission due to internet troubles

"Alright then," Cutlass says after taking a moment to think. "We'll have to divide our forces. If we take the control room, the battle is ours. And, while they are distracted, we'll search for Colobok in the prison. If all goes well, we'll get this thing moving before anyone on shore knows what's going on."
"Shnitzel and Make Believe take 25 of our fighters and take the control room. You're in charge, Shnitzel."
"Everyone else come with me to the prison."

Schnitzel and Make Believe gulp a little; fear is written plainly across Schnitzel's face, and Make Believe, though also nervous, has an expression of pure excitement over his. By your order, captain!

"Agreed," Ossie says.
Sparkler is already heading for the door, impatient and worried. "Stay quiet, everyone. Don't engage unless we have to. I don't need anyone else getting themselves hurt or worse before this night's over. That goes triple for you, captain!"

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 No.707068

>>707067
If it isn't clear, Cutlass' post ends after "come with me to the prison," and my response begins with "Scnitzel and Make Believe…"

 No.707275

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>>706792
Cloud eyes the squirming under Toko's clothes, assuming it must be some parasites she has prepared with how she glares down Pattern Juggler.

Cloud takes his spot back at the side of the bleachers, toughing this out and not taking the quick reprieve. A feeling he starts to regret as he stands there with his minor burns, making his skin crawl and his legs wanting to just rest.

 No.707277

>>706792
"N-Not to worry! I will ensure that everyone is safe!"

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Our heroes have returned from the Shifting Sands, where in a forgotten vault they encountered someone they did not expect: a petrified Discord, god of chaos, now known as Persolus. Seemingly under an enchantment forcing him to always tell the truth, he told the party that he had figured out a way out of the Echoes, but it required freeing him and messing with some sort of egg that was being kept in the vault. Sensibly, the party chose not to trust him, and declined his offer.

From there, they have made their way to Braildorn, one of the few places in the Echoes that most closely resembles modern society. However, while they sought respite within its walls, they soon found their troubles were far from over: Lysander, an ambitious and greedy dragon with significant influence in the Echoes, saw to the kidnapping of their friend Violet, replacing her with a spy to study the party and assess them. The party soon rooted out the spy and followed a trail of clues (including striking a tenuous alliance with the nefarious Tiger Clan) which eventually led them to Lysander's ship, the Lady Luck. From there, they proceeded to fight their way to Lysander himself, rescue Violet and take the Lady Luck for themselves - which was not a ship at all, but rather an enchanted construct called a Sanctuary. They soon found that overtaking a Sanctuary did not come without its failsafes, however; the Fulcrum, a unique magical object that controls a Sanctuary, was bound to Lysander and Lysander alone, and no one else could use it without risking severe mental harm or even death.

Via one of their newfound acquaintances, however, they may have figured out a workaround. Fumblemore, a bumbling but good natured wizard, knows of a way to break the Seal of Dominion, but it is a dangerous ritual that requires the participation of the entire group; their spiritual forms would entre the Fulcrum, according to Fumblemore, and have to physically bypass whatever defences Lysander has placed.

Meanwhile, the party have made themselves quite busy while in Braildorn:

Hermodur has accepted a contract to hunt down a creature plaguing the town's citizens, a particularly large and intelligent balaur known as the Beast of Braildorn.

Norv has expressed his interest in performing a courier task for Carnifex, a servant of Black Pudding. He has also commissioned a new sprayer to be made for him by the master craftsman Hadrian, which has dug deep into his pockets.Post too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.706578

>>706576
"I'm certain we can find an outfit almost as amazing as you, Silvy.~"

 No.706581

>>706578
"Ohho you charmer! We'll have to get you something nice to wear as well, dear. It wouldn't do to leave you with only traveling gear."

"We'll have to speak to a tailor, something more fitted would look wonderful on you." i add, nuzzling you affectionately as i start start cleaning.

 No.706582

>>706571
Aurora seethes silently as she's ignored yet again, but says nothing. When you mention wanting to help Persolus, she gasps quietly and blinks. "…Do… do you realize what a terrible idea that is?" she says faintly. "We're in over our heads with this Cuckoo nonsense as it is. Violet doesn't speak up, but stands by your side, wordlessly showing her commitment to your plan.

>>706572
The ship shudders, and you watch as the lateral sails unfurl once it rises into the air, gentle as a feather. The Servitor helps you settle into your room, where you slump into a chair as you manipulate the ship. You're starting to get the hang of it, although moving around yourself is difficult. It will be some time before you can have complete control of yourself, the Servitors, and the ship, as Lysander showed.

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You feel the ship shake as Zunden begins to carry it away, rising out of the river. In the distance, you hear alarm bells ringing in Braildorn, but at this point, there's not much they can do to stop you. Violet goes to take in the view from the deck, and Aurora follows suit, flying up to the crow's nest and looking out. The moon is huge on the horizon, and already you are flying above the canopy of the trees on the distant shore of the Broad River as you head northwards, to the next leg of your new lives. "The way I see it," says Violet happily, "we can do whatever we want."

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"Oh! Aurora, it's been so long since this 'swamp spirit' situation began i had forgotten you weren't up to speed."

"We were tasked with clearing a bog near Black Pudding's forest, a rather worrying ooze. The spirit involved was cursed by Pudding, and asked us to cleanse it."

"As i recall, there is a patch of lilies near the dream springs that are a part of the spell, though Norvy would know more."

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>>706582
"Yeah, that about sums it up. We agreed to help her if she let us finish a job BP gave us to collect a tusk and blood and let us out of the swamp alive. We needed a couple of things to do it. The lilies from the dreaming spring, the eyes of a deer, and a skull. The problem with the skull is it's actually in BP's home, and apparently he has some sort of spell protecting his stuff, so that's kind of a 'cross that bridge when we come to it' situation." I sigh at the mention of how bad of an idea helping him is. I know. It's probably one of the dumbest ideas I've had, but I'm not going to back down now. "Leaving him there while Lysander -who probably has an idea of who he is- knows where he is and will probably show up to strike a deal with him and actually release him is an even worse idea in my eyes. With the mancer guy he's already proven he's not above helping shady individuals to increase his own power. If he thought he was going to get help from someone like a literal god of chaos do you really think he wouldn't jump at the chance?"


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Two candles flicker on either side of a dusty old tome. The leather-bound cover creaks open and words slowly etch themselves into the paper. This old book begins to spin you a yarn. A tale of a small mountain village. A grand quest gone wrong. Self-sacrifice gone unrewarded. And, perhaps most of all, biting off a little more than you should chew.

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>>704106
"Let us hope his soul finds respite in the afterlife. Are we to carry the corpses of the fallen back to the village? I can bear one over my shoulder, or I could bury them here. They are of your fellowship, so it is your choice to make."

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Hugo wipes his eyes with the back of his hand. "Just a shame it was too late," he says. He turns to Upuaut. "We can load them onto the sled. That's why we brought it. I'm damn well making sure he gets a proper funeral." He turns to look at the corpses around the fire. "Making sure they all do. We should just have to tie them down. The trip down the mountain should be a little easier than the way up."

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Rough fetches the jar to help give them light as they retrieve the fallen villagers.
"He more than deserves it. They all do."

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Upuaut nods again, going to Abraam and pulling the arrow from his throat, helping Hugo bring the bodies to the sled in pensive silence.

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It takes a little bit, but the four manage to get the bodies loaded onto the sled, including the three skeletons. Now that you get a closer look, you see that the shape the Griffin's hand is in, and his position in the cave makes it look like he was probably the one who stabbed Abraam in the first place. With most of the ponies having bits of them missing, the sled is surprisingly light for having seven on it. Hugo pulls a canvas tarp and some rope out of one of the bags around the campfire and secures the small pile of bodies after covering them up.

As you descend back down the cave and exit, you see the snow has passed and the skies are now clear. As Hugo said, it only takes you an hour to make it back to town, even with the load. As you step within eyeshot of the longhouse window, you see the stallion from earlier staring out, as if waiting for you. At first he looks excited, but then he sees the sled behind Hugo and his face falls. Standing up, he shambles out of the building to meet you.

He stops in front of Hugo, who just gives him a small nod. His eyes well up, and his gaze turns to the sled again. "I was afraid this was the case," he said. "Mortar warned both them and us, but…" His words trail off and he shakes his head. "A fools errand, anyway, going up the mountain in winter. Seven good men, dead from a fool's errand." He sighs and turns back towards the large building. “Anyway,” he says. “I suppose you’ll be wanting payment, as promised. I already have it prepared inside. Hugo. Would you go speak with Cedar about preparing funeral arrangements?”

Hugo nods. Turning to the party, he gives a short, "Thank you." and walks away.


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