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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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>H/W: 4/4

Cloud tenses up as the lightning flows through him, feeling dizzy from the voltage. He looks up to the sky as it reseals itself, grumbling at his efforts being smashed.
"Ok, fine. Time to blow all you clouds away then!"
Eyes glowing, Cloud again attempts to calm the storm a bit to make things easier.
>Climate Control [Calm] [1d10+1]

And then once things calm, Cloud pulls out his wand, swinging it about to blow up into the clouds and push them away to end the storm, or severly break it up.
>Tamer of the Squalls [Wind Blast] [1d10+1]

>Steady [1d10+1]

Roll #1 8 + 1 = 9 / Roll #2 10 + 1 = 11 / Roll #3 6 + 1 = 7



Cutlass smiles. "I know, I'm quite a delight."


"The island is safe! Just a little further!" Cutlass urges her crew onward through the storm.

>[1d10] being inspirational with aura

>[1d10] not falling

Roll #1 8 = 8 / Roll #2 1 = 1


Cerulean ponders, then has a crazy idea. She grabs the lantern flail thing and takes a swing at the tiger cloud.
"Eat up, fire buddy!"

>lantern attack!


Roll #1 7 = 7


"M-Mister Cloud!" he calls out, trying to steady himself and tend to the bat pony's injuries at the same time.
>Steady [1d10+1] (Inspire is a +1 yeah?)
>Natural Remedy: [1d10+1]

Roll #1 7 + 1 = 8 / Roll #2 8 + 1 = 9


>Please remember to apply Inspire bonuses

The Squall-tiger is a fast beast, and sweeps over the ship before Thessaly's elemental can get hit it with magic, but she is able to affix a powerful binding curse upon it, slowing its movements enough for Cloud to blast it and the skies above with his appropriately named wind-wand. The massive bellow of wind clears a gap ahead of them, and true to Cutlass' words, the crew sees that Agyl Island is not far off. Indeed, the circle of open sky around the island is actually quite near. Above the island's corners, you see three spheres of brilliant gold Aura levitating, glimmering like the sun. The spheres exude a protective warmth, driving off any clouds and Squall-beasts that get too close to the island.

Yet, even this is not enough to deter the Squall-tiger's attack, as pillars of lightning strike the party once more as it passes overhead. Again you feel the beast's power from exposure to just a bit of the lightning, as even a small amount is incredibly painful.

>Everyone loses 1 Hit and 1 Wound

Although both ships are able to recover their allies in spite of the terrible storm, a powerful wave strikes the side of the Hidden Dagger, nearly turning it onto its side, and the force flings Cutlass and several others overboard, tossing her into the churning waters.

>Cutlass 0/2

"Captain!" several of the Hidden Dagger's crew shouts, tossing lifelines to her and the other downed crew.
[1d10+2] Helplessness Recovery, if successful Cutlass can act this turn.

Before the Squall-tiger can leap away, Cerulean's lantern burns away a good portion of its side, causing it to roar with anger. As the fire burns it, Cerulean can feel her strength restoring, her flesh healing some of the burns caused by the lightning. The lantern's voice cries out with beastly joy, making wet chewing sounds and savage gulps.

>Cerulean regains 1 Wound.

Alder patches up some of Cloud's injuries, restoring him to full Hits and restoring 1 Wound.

Seeing the party so close to the perimeter of safety around Agyl Island, the Squall-tiger and a number of lesser Squall-beasts all gather together, weakened by the attacks but not yet giving up on taking these ships for their amusement. They charge forward in one final assault, hoping to get you before you can get to safety. "Almost there!!" Bee Holder cries, as she and the crew brace for impact.

[1d10+1] Squalls' attack, Autocritfails due to Exequy

[1d10+2] Crew hunkering down

Roll #1 6 + 2 = 8 / Roll #2 9 + 1 = 10 / Roll #3 8 + 2 = 10


>H/W: 5/4

"Thanks Alder."
Cloud says as he's patched up after another shocking, feeling better but with some slight numbness.

Cloud looks over the side of the ship as the Hidden Dagger is struck and their crew is knocked overboard. His eyes glow as he focuses his magic onto Cutlass, attempting to grow her so she can hold steady in the waves and help her crew.
>Wax/Wane [Grow Cutlass] [1d10+3]

Turning back at the clouds, Cloud eyes down the tiger and the other beasts, opening his mouth as he attempts to leech away their vitality, expecting another jolt.
>Leech [1d10+3]

>Steady [1d10+2]

Roll #1 4 + 3 = 7 / Roll #2 1 + 3 = 4 / Roll #3 1 + 2 = 3


[1d10+2] Inspire, got lost in the midst of the writing process

Roll #1 8 + 2 = 10



Thinking quickly, Cutlass uses telekinesis to grab the lifeline she's hanging onto and lifts it up to get herself back onto the ship.

[1d10] telekinesis to save self

Roll #1 6 = 6


Cerulean pats herself a bit, looking at the lantern.
"Hey, thanks! I knew you're not that bad of a spirit after all."

Seeing the beasts gear up one one, big charge, Cerulean sets the lantern down.
"Wait riiight here," she says and she bides her time. Then, when close enough, she rushes out and tries to meet the charge with a mighty tail slam.

>Adding a temp aura bonus to it


Roll #1 5 + 5 = 10 / Roll #2 2 + 5 = 7


Her horn lights up and she flings a bolt of unstable magic at it.
[1d10+1] [1d10+1] Magic Bolt

The elemental tries to grapple the Squall-tiger with an almost luchador-like grab.

Thessaly braces for impact once again, starting to feel the pressure.

Roll #1 10 + 1 = 11 / Roll #2 8 + 1 = 9 / Roll #3 10 = 10 / Roll #4 6 = 6



Roll #1 1 = 1


Alder lets out a soft wheeze as the wind's knocked out of him by the lightning, and he squirms a little on the ground before trying to get up
>Recovery: [1d10+2]

Roll #1 10 + 2 = 12


As the mass of Squall-beasts charge forward for their final assault, Thessaly and Cerulean are at the forefront of the attack. Thessaly's eldritch bolt clears out many of the smaller ones, while Cerulean and the Wind elemental meet the tiger, at the center of the charge, head-on. Cerulean's powerful slam stops it in its tracks, giving the elemental time to grapple it from below and flip it onto its back. The Squall-tiger, much like the others, vanishes in a column of clouds and winds. However, there's still a big impact on the waves from this final impact, and it creates a tidal wave that launches both ships forward, causing the bows to dip and sterns to raise. You and the rest of the crew manage to hold on, with many of the Hidden Dagger's crew clinging to the now-giant Cutlass for dear life. Alder manages to recover, holding onto the forecastle as the bow dips, then rights itself.

Cloud, however, loses his footing, and is launched toward the foremast, his limbs splayed out by the gusts of wind. Just as the wave recedes and the ship rights itself, he slams into the side of the foremast, making impact with the right side of his face with a loud CRACK. He feels a searing white pain in his right eye, and bright lights explode in his head, filling his whole body with thundering pain, but nothing as severe as that in his eye. He falls to the deck, nearly losing consciousness.

His right eye won't open and the pain won't stop.

On the other hand, the force of the waves was enough to propel the two ships toward the eye of the storm, and though many Squall-beasts give chase, they slow and then stop at the edge of the sunny perimeter, not daring to advance any closer. Though the ships and crew are battered and bruised from the fight, the Squall-beasts make no attempt to attack again, merely eyeing you with that creepy childlike curiosity, as if you were just toys. The crew, almost in disbelief that the fight's over, still cling to the ships, looking cautiously at the sky.


>Cloud 0/1 between the tiger's attack and 2 critical failures


Cloud flails his hooves as he's launched into the air from the rough waves, wishing he had his wings to not be so helpless in the air. He barely notices the mast coming towards him, only the sudden sheer pain making him register it, and then immediately forget as he can think of nothing but pain.
He collapses onto his back, not even yelling as his mind goes blank from the flashing and the pain. He doesn't move, no energy in his body, though even if there was he doubt he would attempt. He lies there limp, staring into the sky with only one eye as his head rolls to the side slightly, thinking it would feel really good to just shut it and drift off right now…


She breathes heavily from the exertion, patting the sides of her head from the wild ride they've just been on. Seeing that the battle is over, she dismisses the air elemental and looks around the deck, frowning as she sees Cloud. She immediately makes her way over to him. "Can you move?" she asks, sounding genuinely concerned.



Cutlass gasps for air as she lands back on the deck of her ship. She looks around and realizes she's big again.

"Thanks, Cloud," she says casually before she notices that he's on the brink of death. Her eyes go wide with fear.

"No!" she shouts in horror. She uses her telekinesis to help Cloud up from her own ship.

[1d10+1] to help Cloud up

Roll #1 10 + 1 = 11


Alder screeches out in shock as Cloud's bounced off of the deck, and frantically tries to tend to Cloud's injuries. He fixes up the burns and the cuts with his salves and bandages, but looks at the eye with a bit of nervousness. The most he can manage to do is clean and bandage it.


Cloud doesn't respond, eye staring off into the distance. He's breathing at least, so he's somewhat alright.


The world about you is a dim mass of churning colors and muffled nonsense sounds, distant and far-off. Thoughts swim about in your head meaninglessly, as they do when one is drifting between the waking and dreaming worlds. All through it, the one constant is a miserable sharpness digging through your head, coming up from below into the right side of your face.

The right side of Cloud's face is a deep purple bruise, littered with shards of wood and badly swollen, likely with a broken cheekbone. Cutlass pulls him out from beneath a heap of wood, which broke off the foremast from the impact, and brings him to where Alder can start to help. Your blood runs cold at the sight of a thick iron nail that has been jammed into his eye socket, bent by the impact. Mercifully, his eye is closed, and the nail has not been jammed in deep, but the eye itself has been completely annihilated, the socket partially caved in, bone poking through the skin.

Sickly Sweet and Godot shout for the wounded, gathering them closest to them, working quickly to patch up those who have been damaged worst by the attacks before moving on to those whose wounds are less severe. Bee Holder and Plague quickly start headcounts, calling out each crewmate's name to ensure that they made it out alright.

As all this goes on, Chiu runs forward through the crowd, and comes to a halt as she sees Alder tending to Cloud. She pushes past the nearby crewmates, and stops dead in her tracks upon seeing the damage. Her face turns white and her pupils shrink to dots.


While worried for Cloud, Cerulean knows she'd just get in the way since she's not good at the fixing up. Plus, everyone else is there right now. Instead, she just turns that frustration and resentment towards the squall-beasts watching them. She puts her teeth on display, gnashing at the air in their general direction and keeping a very firm grip on her lantern friend. She's so close to the railing that she looks ready to jump out at them at any moment….

>Telling them beast to back the hell off


Roll #1 8 + 1 = 9


The remaining Squall-beasts back off, clearly receptive to your display of dominance. They fly away, cowed by your fierce display and demonstrated power.


Cloud breathes deeply, chest rising and falling as he stares off into the mess of colors. Thoughts pass in and out of his conscious of where he is, or what that pain is that pulses in his skull. His right forehoof twitches, wanting to reach up to see what is causing it, but it gets no further than an inch off the deck.


She covers her mouth at the sight of the extent of his injury. Thinking fast, she looks away towards a passing Squall-beast, firing a ropy tendril of purple energy at one.
[1d10+1] Lifestream

Roll #1 4 + 1 = 5


Alder grimaces and holds back a choked noise as he takes in the damage. After a few moments of hesitation, the griffon glances to Chiu, and offers a somewhat apologetic look.
"Y-You may want to look away. I-I need to treat it to the best of my ability, and… e-ehm, it may be difficult to watch."


Your tendril connects, draining a wealth of its energy for your use. The small Squall-beast quickly dissolves into mist and air afterward.


Chiu's chin wavers, her lip curling in horror as mist forms at her eyes. Biting her lip, she crouches by Cloud, holding down his hoof before he can touch his eye. She looks at Alder and shakes her head, unable to speak.


Without missing a beat, she channels the swirling life force in her horn into Cloud, doing her best to heal him. She tries to maintain a calm disposition, but is inwardly filled with dread at the sight of him. "T-try not to move. Allow me to… Táim i do dheisiú…"


"Run! Get out of here, you minnows before we eat you up!" With that last bit off her chest, she gives a big exhale as she finally relaxes. She takes a seat near the gathering crowd around Cloud, just staying out of the way and gnawing on her tail blade. She wasn't hungry, just looked frustrated and perhaps slightly agitated again.


Cloud's hoof lightly grips Chiu's as she holds it down. It may be reflexive, but the easing in his breath might just be he can tell it's her from touch alone.


Alder cautiously sets a talon on Chiu's shoulder, giving her another apologetic look, before bending down to get ready to remove the knife. He waits for Thessaly to prepare whatever she's doing, before reaching for the nail and pulling it out. As much as he'd rather prefer to look away, he can't really afford to at the moment.
>If no one objects, Alder will likely use the Medic's Knife, though not directly on the eye. Somewhere discreet, like the side.



Once Cutlass has helped Cloud up, she quickly rushes over across to their ship using pirate boarding tricks that come naturally to her.

When she reaches Cloud, she sees the state he's in, and holds her hooves to her mouth. "Help him," she orders no one in particular, as if they weren't helping him already. Though, her voice is partially muffled behind her hooves.


Roger circles around you, cleaning up some of your minor injuries as he swims all about you.

In the next few crucial moments, Thessaly provides a stream of life energy to sustain Cloud, while Alder deals with the worst of the damage, removing the plethora of shrapnel and debris that lodged into his face from the impact. With this removed, the more magical healing methods become viable. In a long and arduous process, Alder cleans and bandages the shattered bones, rejuvenating Cloud with several healing tonics, in a process that exhausts a considerable portion of his medical supplies. Eventually, after much effort, Cloud's face is restored, but the eye simply cannot be saved with Alder's current supplies. However, without proper surgical equipment, it cannot be removed safely.

Sickly Sweet comes over and inspects what's going on, his expression grim. "…We need to get to Agyl Island, full speed. There's no saving that eye here! The best I could do now is just amputate it."

"Agyl Island, full speed ahead! Masts at full!" Bee Holder shouts from the helm. The pirates, even those still injured, shout in affirmation, quickly getting to their stations. All of them have a look of determination.


After Cloud is treated, he starts to come to slightly. Everything still remains blurry to him, still weak and groaning in pain. He glances up, eye slowly going from each blob to the other as he sees everypony gathered around him.
"Wh… What is everypony… doing here?"
He asks between breaths.


She has done what she can to sustain him. At the news from Sweet, she gives a grim nod. "To Agyl, then. Let us be quick about it." She bows her head and stays by Cloud's side the entire way to Agyl.



Cutlass continues to watch the proceedings with her hooves to her mouth in horror and concern. When the subject of professional doctors is approached, she hits herself in the head.

"What am I doing!?" she says, exasperated with her own foolishness. "Godot! Bring him to Godot!"


Cerulean smiles and pets Roger as he passes by.
"Thanks buddy. You always know how to cheer me up, don't you?"

"Worried about you, of course. You hit that mast as hard as I hit free food," she says happy enough to hug him, be refraining from doing so for obvious reasons.
"But hey, rest up, alright? I'm gonna see if I can get us to Agyl faster."

Feeling better in a few different ways, Cerulean jumps into the water and goes to the back of the boat. She then presses her shoulder against the back and tries to swim and push as hard she can to make the boat go faster.

>Using slam as a way to make ship go faster


Roll #1 10 + 2 = 12 / Roll #2 1 + 2 = 3


Chiu comes into view, murky and shadowy in your dim vision. Your face feels heavy and bulbous, your neck unable to move, your mouth numb and slow to move. She chokes back a cry, and swallows hard. "We're just healing up after the fight," she whispers in a hoarse voice. "You… got it kind of bad."


At your summons, Godot curses, flying over to the Beesting. "Damn it, Captain, I'm in the middle of treating severe burns! What could–"

His attention turns to Cloud's heavily bandaged face and the mess of blood that surrounds the spot where he lay. "…Oh. Stand aside, I'll see what I can do with what meager supplies I still have."

Godot comes in and begins to inspect Cloud's eye and other injuries.


"…Godot? Why?"
Cloud questions, looking up at Cutlass, though unable to tell her horrid expression.

"So I hit the mast… I've had worse."
Cloud groans to Cerulean.
"Still hurts though…"

Cloud's ears perk as he hears Chiu's voice, his face falling at hearing her hoarse.
Is all he asks.

Cloud's eye looks to Godot as the gryphon stands over him.
"W-What are you doing?"
He says slowly with worry as the doctor comes in.


"I-I apologize for the rather… disturbing circumstance, Mister Cloud. A-And, I sincerely apologize for failing to mend all of it. I-I simply do not have the skill that is required to repair… r-repair your eye." the griffon says, hanging his head.


No sense in delaying the inevitable. "He will see to your eye," she explains, speaking much more softly than usual. "It's… it's ruined."


"M-My eye?"
Cloud stammers, starting to notice how his vision is lessened on the side his pain is the strongest.

Cloud says, his voice barely choking out as Thessaly tells the details.
"H-Ho… When?"
He starts to panic, which only causes the pain to worsen as he tenses up.



"Please, just stay still, Cloud, and let him work," Cutlass cautions Cloud, MOST of her condescending demeanor completely gone.


"Calm yourself," she says, a bit more harshly than she meant to. "…Please. Knowing will only make it worse. Stay still. Breathe."


"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."


"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.

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.

The two ships pull in toward the dock, coming in to moor at a pair of empty spaces between some royal-looking trading vessels. Bee Holder quickly hops off the Beesting, running toward the port's customs office to register her ship.



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.

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

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.


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!"

"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.


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

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