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 No.753511[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

https://vocaroo.com/1aVSufd6EB96

Seven months ago, five drifters arrived in the far flung pocket of reality known to the outside world as the Echoes. With nothing save for their names and the clothes on their backs, they carved out a living for themselves, beginning a journey across the foreign land, gaining new allies and new enemies alike. The winds swept them across the wilds, bringing them to a forsaken desert known as the Shifting Sands, where they met someone they did not expect: a being long thought myth, known to many as Discord. Wisely opting not to free him, or retrieve the artifact he coveted, they moved on.

In Braildorn, one of the great cities built in this world, they crossed their most mortal foe of all: Lysander, a dragon of great renown and a collector of rare and magical items. They bested him, claiming his ship as their own, and were marked as his enemies forevermore. This caught the attention of an unusual couple: Dawn Chorus, a great magician, and her knight Carabas. Mortal foes of Lysander, they joined forces with the drifters, explaining the object of his desire: the Cuckoo's Egg, a harbinger of dimensional annihilation, and the very same artifact they had discovered in the Sands. Lysander wished to claim it in the name of an entity that haunts the Echoes, known only as the Oneiromancer. With the help of Cecile Grosvenor, Lady of Braildorn, these three would stop at nothing to claim the Egg for themselves.

Fate carried them across the plains, back to the fiery Shifting Sands. There, Discord was freed, and Lysander was on his way to retrieve the Egg for himself. Not only that, but he had betrayed the Oneiromancer; he rejected the entity from Outside, wanting the Egg for himself and claiming some of the Oneiromancer's powers. A great battle ensued, and Carabas was lost amidst the sands, but the Egg was wrenched from Lysander's claws, safe with the drifters, for now.

While traveling with the Egg, the party was subject to several fortunate and misfortunate adventures including the return of the Oneiromancer to the corporeal plane. The question remained of what to do with the Egg from here; after much deliberation, a plan was hatched. They would set sail for the Isle of Glass, a forsaken, beast-infested rock far removed from the rest of the Echoes. Here, they would challenge Lysander to a decisive combat, and deterPost too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.757288

>>757287
It's a rock. It could be thrown at an enemy. Quite thrilling.

The carrot is barely stomachable. She watches expectantly, eager to please. "Living off sunlight?" she parrots. "Like the plants do? How strange. Though, no stranger than being kidnapped by mute cultists only to escape to find the sun having vanished, I suppose."

She blinks at your question. "No, what for?" she asks, completely genuinely. "I don't need to eat, or drink, or sleep. What's it like, anyway? I'm curious now."

 No.757289

>>757288
"It is… carnal. Unexplainable. It is merely a form of desire that can be satiated. At least, that's what the most devoted said. I… really cannot explain it." She says, almost confused at the question.

"Sleep however, I could not go without. It is nice to be able to stop the day and spend time away from it. It is like sorting ones life into little periods of sixteen or so hours. It is… comfortable." She says, yawning at the tail end of it.

 No.757290

>>757289
"Ah. Well, that cements it then. You should probably do that when you're ready, and I'll keep watch for anything that happens in the night. I'm used to spending a lot of time alone at night anyway. When I was with Father, I'd go on walks through the city at night. …It wasn't a nice place. Gloomy. Unwelcoming. Lifeless, even. The people there were… suffering. And my father always wanted me to…" She trails off. She doesn't seem to have many good memories.

"…I wouldn't go back there. Looking back on it. Have you ever been there? Last Hearth? It's… well, I don't know where we are now, but it's on the northern side of the river. Inland, at the foot of the great mountain."

 No.757291

>>757290
The dragon nods solemnly before settling down for the night. "Nicola, if you need anything, even just to talk. Do not hesitate to wake me. I do not want you to be lonely." She says, closing her eyes and laying down.\

She speaks with her eyes closed. "I have not been there." She yawns. "But we will face it together, and whatever happens, happens." She says, her usual prose lost to sleepiness.

 No.757292

>>757291
She nods as she sits down. "Thanks. But I should be okay. Really. …Sleep well, Tlawili." She seems unsure of whether she should be saying that, awkwardly shuffling to face away from you, and stand guard.

The floor is hard and uncomfortable, but you'll have to make do. Seems that storm's going to pass over, at least. It takes a while to get comfortable, but eventually, you slip away, drifting into a deep, dreamless slumber. Time will only tell what tomorrow will bring.
>+2 Enlightenment points!


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 No.751376[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

Last time, on PirateQuest…

Cutlass, Alder and Cerulean went south through the jungles of Cuauhtemoc, seeking after Captain Bee Holder and her four first mates, to update them on the situation with the informant, and the investigation of Gullveig's attack. It wasn't long before they found them, as the Watchkeepers seemed to guard the southern regions of the island far more jealously than the northern ones, and Bee Holder's party were forced to turn back after surviving encounter after encounter.

Cloud aided Mallea, Thessaly and Godot in collecting medicinal plants to restock their supplies following all the intense battles that had plagued their stay on this mysterious island.

Meanwhile, aboard the Thunder Serpent, Captain Kukulcan and his own trusted inner circle raised an automaton of their own – but not one of the Watchkeepers, over whom Kukulcan supposedly had authority as a god of the island. Rather, it was Two Tons, a sapient construction purchased on the Black Market. They were not expecting any manner of intelligence from the robot, so rather than press it into indentured servitude, Kukulcan negotiated for the robot's loyalty in exchange for fair wages, living accommodations and mutual aid.
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 No.757456

>>757455
"Mhmm! We can try all sorts of things- even if I am not thieving to get by, I find lockpicking a fun hobby- and, hey! It got me a handy tool." he remarks, removing one of his hands and waving it around a little. "It can be anything, really- take my brother for instance. He's a good deal larger and stronger than I am, but his hobby was painting and tattooing. He gave me my tattoos."

 No.757457

>>757455

"They're building up false confidence," Cutlass responds to Ossie as she telekinetically tosses a dagger into one of the square holes.

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 No.757458

>>757455
"Alright. You guys stay safe." Cerulean then heads out and tries navigating around to their destination, hoping this'll have a different result from her last time leading somewhere.

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Roll #1 8 = 8

 No.757459

>>757455
>>757215
"I shall consider my options amongst the two. If I like the idea than I shall join your crew and go with that path." He said simply as he pocketed his orb for now as he seemed satisfied with its completion and moved to join Two Tons who had gathered a good bit of old metal bits and pieces of average home metal tech such as kitchen ware and maybe a water clock or two. "Though if anyone wants to watch me work on a machine for the fireworks they are more than welcome to."

 No.757460

>>757455
"Yea, they'll be fine. They can't roam off too far."
Cloud says dismissively as they explore the town proper.

"Wow, they're getting good at this stuff."
>"Wonder what this place was like in it's heyday."
Cloud glances around, seeing the spread of festivities.
"Hmm… wonder if there's any games set up…"
Cloud wonders aloud, looking for something entertaining to partake/show off in.

>>757459
"Come on, you can walk and work, right? Let's have some fun!"
Cloud offers to Willow as he puts aside the crew talk to work on the fireworks.


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 No.750099[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

Things are starting to go 'bump' in the night, day, and wherever smoky pillars arise at dawn. After a tense night, as the doors and shutters creaked from outside pressure, you and your quiet town awake to a ravaged wilderness and another pillar of pitch black rising into the sky. This smoke is unlike any other, it does not dissipate, or sway to the breeze. Within the material void that rises are stars, nebulas, comets that have no similarity to that of the night. The day is quiet and most ponies have vacated this town for an extended vacation at nearby Tall Tale. The nearby pub is likely empty, as towncentre billboards won’t have anything on this, the best course of action for anyone brave enough is to meet up near this pillar of smoke conveniently located at the base of a nearby mountain
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 No.754098

>>754096
"Go ahead. We trust you."

 No.754099

>>754097
>>754098
The pegasus whispers as a single ethreal claw comes back out from the tip of her hoof that she uses to draw out complex looking patterns. The end design looks like a door that poncy unicorns from Canterlot love to have. With a few more words the pattern lights up and the teary eyed mare looks at you both.
"It's ready, we'll end up at the diamond dogs' entrance to the mountain."

And with the loudest popping sound of a cork, all of you flash out of existence in this observatory and pop back into place an inch above the ground at the entrance to the mineshaft. The trees are still destroyed, there are still massive pillars of starry substance that float into the air from the hole, but it looks close to evening. Surprisingly there are still no signs of Equestrian guards despite what could be a whole day or two since this happened so close to your town.

The mare speaks up "I can't believe I did all this."

 No.754100

>>754099
"Well, ponies tend to lose sight of things when they focus too much."
Since that starry thing is just a fancy distress beacon, I can just… pick up the source of it, right? Since we've "solved" the problem.

 No.754101

>>754099
I pat her back again.
"I'll make sure you get a chance to make this right. What's your name?"

>>754097
"Back to town, I guess? Best to not stay out here."

 No.754102

>>754100
The pony remarks that you can't pick it up, but she dispels the beacon and slowly the last of this magical smoke rises into the sky.

>>754101
"Tasia, I don't like my old name and I'm too far from my homeland for anyone to know me."

With no reason to stay here, you head back to town. Eventually an Equestrian Guard escort arrives, takes the pegasus for questioning and doles out an appropriate reward for your part in solving this mystery. Word does reach you that Tasia's sentencing involves community service, but almost none of that service is ever shown to occur in public- as tabloids have stories from time to time about the Princess scarfing cakes from all manner of exotic cultures.

Townponies do come back, but unfortunately few of them believe that you solved what looked like a massive season-wide calamity in less time than the Markers of Friendship are capable of. This is the one problem of living in Tall Tale, most stories are considered to be hoisted up on pillars of smoke.


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 No.753906[Reply]

This a sequiter to the end of Empire Arc, explaining Luke's whereabouts as he vanishes before the fight with Eon.
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 No.753969

>>753968
Business Luke blows a plume of smoke to the side "Eon's never taken all of us at once. And he's definitely never taken anyone like you."

 No.753970

>>753969
LukeWarm flies into more hysterics as he points and shouts at every Luke around him "Yeah great fucking accomplishment. Me. MEEEE. Is that what it's all about. You manufactured the biggest loser in the world. How am I supposed to live knowing I'll never hold a son of my own! How am I supposed to look at Lavender and tell her I cum alcohol! I'm supposed to live my life for you. Well tell me how to unfuck it first!"

 No.753971

>>753970
Business Luke flicks his cigarette away and pokes at LukeWarm's chest "Thats for you to figure out. We've had all the time to figure out our hang ups. And if you don't like it well guess what Mister Hero, that's what you get for always being such a shoddy person when you could be the world's last hope. It's not the end of the world Luke. But it will be if we don't take you now." Business Luke snaps his fingers and The Lukes begin assembling a portable station for time travel.

 No.753972

>>753971
It's without much fanfare that the Lukes round together and drag LukeWarm toward the portable station.

The First Luke greets LukeWarm. He grabs LukeWarm's chin raising it so he can look him in the eyes "We are all counting on you Luke. We can't do this without you. You're all our hopes and dreams now."

The First Luke steps back "AAAAALT-MEN!"
And every Luke responds in unison "RISE UP!"

They step forward now to the final battle that awaits them.

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 No.753981

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 No.748857[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

>Iron King Ischyros, the Far-Seeking, sets down the First Report with a long and relieved sigh, though his brow is knit with worry. "To think, that a lead might be uncovered so early…"
>"Temper your optimism, sire," Mabin, his right-hand diamond dog, says, looking over the edge of his copy of the Report. "Our opponents are hardly the type to leave such a fortuitous opening for their foes unintentionally."
>"Regardless, it is a lead," the King replies. "And I wasn't crowned King before I'd scurried my way through my share of mousetraps. Tell the Magister to guard that young bird's life with her body, mind and soul."
>"What of his rescuers?" Mabin asks, extinguishing his cigarette butt.
>"Ah, yes. Have her compile a section on them with each report from now on."
>Sister Root enters the meeting-chamber, carrying a tray of coffee, sugar and Mabin's favorite cigarettes on her back.

Last time, inside the Castle of Silence…

The expedition team successfully recovered Green, a young and emotionally-scarred Vola, who hid in a mall security room on L-8 F-7 after surviving the Dreaded Ones' breach of Agatecastle. He was immediately classified by Magister Colonnade Reprise as a Priority 2 Person of Interest, which set him on the level of witnesses to crimes, high-level info brokers, and traitors, within Ironcastle's hierarchy of criminal investigation. His designation as such came about from the very fact that he witnessed Agatecastle's fall – which, according to prior mission intelligence, occurred thousands of years ago. Green, on the other hand, claimed it occurred only one year prior.

The Magister and Knight-Brother Mountain attempted to steal away Green into a separate decontamination room, but the expedition team intervened, insisting on their presence there to help keep Green calm after his traumas. The Magister and Knight-Brother agreed, and conducted the decontamination in the presence of Huitlapan, Conflagration, Firmgold and Cautaa. During the process, the Magister intensely questioned Green not on the fate of Agatecastle, but on a particular mural near his hideout, which depicted a beach, just on the verge of the Dark Hours, when the ceiling-panels turned a nostalgic shade of pink and orange. When Green answered thPost too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.755386

>>755118
I'll step forward and speak.
"I don't believe this decision is wise, and would ask that you refrain from continuing on it, Lord Necromancer."
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 No.755387

>>755118
I'll wait and see what happens next.

 No.755388

>>755118
Lost paused and adjusted as she figured she could lie a bit better.

"I mean you could do that, but Dreaded ones must make much better corpses right? You could go hunt those instead… They don't make ya food do they?"

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 No.755389

>>755118
"Thanks for the offer, but we'll pass. We'll let you know if we change our minds, though," Deadweight says as she casually lifts frozen Huitlapan onto her back and starts walking away.

 No.755390

>>755118
>These are not the droids you are looking for
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 No.749927[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

The party have continued their journey, continuing due south towards the perilous Isle of Glass. On their adventures, they have sought out the sorcerer Black Pudding, rescuing him from the clutches of the false Oneiromancer Malverlain. They have since learned that Pudding has apparently destroyed the Beldam, eliminating a potential ally of theirs. He has offered to join them in their travels, at least for a time. Since then, the party have ventured due south, to the pirate town of Broome, their final stop before continuing onward. Here, they have stopped to rest, recover, and resupply for the battle to come…
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>>753379
Zunden works to replace her runes such.

>Frozen Return

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 No.753385

>>753384
>Zunden takes more time making the Frozen return rune, each failed roll taking up more of her night

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Roll #1 10 = 10 / Roll #2 7 = 7 / Roll #3 2 = 2

 No.753512

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Evening.

A full moon looms on the horizon. The waves roil. Far to the northwest, a great storm brews, staining the black skies eigengrau.

The drifters have their final meal. Drink their final drinks. Sleep their final sleeps before the quiet comes.

Etrigan watches from the prow. Just staring out at the waves under the moonstruck sky. Will he remain after all this is done? Should he exist anymore? …Does he exist?

A part of him longs for release. To be free of this half-life.

But perhaps a half life is better than none at all.

Gawain polishes his armor, and tempers his beloved sword. The greatest challenge a knight can face awaits. Yet is he truly a knight, or merely a pretender? What is knighthood, really?

This wasn't meant to be his fight; yet, it's one that has to be fought. Not for knighthood, but for everyone. Everywhere.
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 No.753513

Across the bay…

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

Gavrilo puts down his spyglass with a lopsided grin. It's in range. Finally. Now the real show begins.

He un-manifests the spyglass and takes to the air, flying out of the crow's nest and onto the bridge. He trots eagerly below the upper deck, with its helm and guns. Past the main deck, where the armory, capstan and galley are. Down past the lower decks, past the captain's storage, cockpit and cabins, and into the hold.

This long, cold room is kept in good condition. Cruel meat hooks line the walls, with those… things… the boss brought with him hanging from them, like marionettes. He notices that feral cat on rent from Grosvenor working on one of them.

A single grey and white cuckoo bird stands perched near an iron table; whatever lies on top is covered by a stained sheet. Gavrilo's lip curls a little. He doesn't fancy what's under it, but whatever pays.

"Boss. I've seen it. We're in range now. Is it time?"

The bird's head turns to the newcomer.
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 No.750229[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

>Last time, on HolyQuest…

>Amy, Cloak, Pryce


Salt maintains her steady and judgmental glare, even as you respond. "Finally… it seems that you get it. In the end, one Will shall prevail above the others; it is those who do not conquer, who shall be subsumed. Know that all those who enter Tartarus must understand this. And if they do not, then rest assured that they will."

Ignoring Amy's other question, Salt nods. "See to it that you pass along my question to those other members of your small army. Not for my satisfaction, but for their hope of survival."

Like Sulfur before her, Salt is engulfed in a small and dense cloud of gaseous salt, and then vanishes.

>Shei

Gadds slowly turns his head your way as you make more suggestions. "…How about we take the 'expected' way down."
"Yeah," Busta says. "The Sons of God would have probably taken extra care to put up obstacles against demons that could just phase through walls and bypass all their more conventional traps and impediments. Whatever those things were, they won't be the last ones we face if we try that again."

>Flaming

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 No.757835

>>757406
[Retroactive RP post]

Shei-Sher finds a moment to slink over to the witches' proximity, and doing his best not to bother them picks up the talisman Vizsla stomped onto the ground. "ehehe" He laughs nervously to conceal his chagrin. "Would be an awful shame to see such a nice gift go to waste."

Before taking his leave Shei decides he may as well take a chance and ask Supper of Crows "Supper? Do you plan on keeping your talisman?"

 No.757836

>>757835
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>>757406
Shei-Sher finds a moment to slink over to the witches' proximity. and he probes Mudi "Intend on keeping that? I would hate to see such a fine fetish go to waste" He asks in regards to the talisman she's holding.

 No.757837

>>757836
Mudi brushes past you, shoving you aside without looking your way. A moment later, an icicle falls from above, dropping with more force than mere gravity could give it, stabbing into the ground, right where you would have been had Mudi not shoved you.

 No.757838

>>757837
As Shei is brushed away so forcefully by Mudi he actually doesn't take it personally. He's quite used to being admonished. Yet when the icicle drops, Shei sees Mudi had saved him some pesky head trauma. And yet Again, Shei-Sher does not take it too personally.

"Oh Aunty Viz! I was only asking. What is the harm in any of that. I hardly thought you wanted her to keep a token of Ecclessia in the first place."


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Last time, on Anno Castra…

Our explorers unwound their minds for a bit, after Tay and their assistants helped to ameliorate their physical wounds from fighting the Shadedrinker. Qhapaq and Good Intentions had a wrestling match in the rec room, much to the amusement of a group of watching Aya. Good ended up being the surprise underdog victor, which threw the Family into such an ecstasy that they nearly carried him down to the bar, on B3F of the bunker. Qhapaq rescued him before he could break any of Ironcastle's strict laws about underaged drinking.

Zamrud met two of the Aya who had come to their aid during the first bout against the Shadedrinker: A female Zawatil by the name of Ch'utiy, and a male Puros by the name of Utqay. Both were quite eager to get back out on the hunt, but were patient enough to talk awhile with Zamrud to get to know him better. During their conversation, the pair mentioned that Godspeed lingered behind to speak to Tay about something secret, yet obvious.
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 No.755277

>>755275
Good climbed in and proceeded to flop over into someones lap, asleep quite quickly after getting into the palanquin as he was quite tired, Whoever it was he didn't know.

 No.755278

>>755275
Billy gives his thanks of appreciation in a small bow. " I appreciate you coming out here, thank you very much."

 No.755279

>>755276
It doesn't take longer than a minute for Grutar to fall asleep when he sits down in his seat.

 No.755280

>>755279
>>755278
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>>755276
Rockfall nods, keeping the journey slow and gentle – an easy task, as very few souls are out at this late hour, and the roads are clear. This is especially necessary as poor Qhapaq must ride atop La Senorita's durable metal frame, for want of space inside the palanquin.

0300 comes in the form of a blur of sensory memories. The grunt of the parking break, the soft creak of doors, the gentle whispers of Titanite servants, the rustling of bedsheets, and the click of lights, as you mercifully, at last, get yourselves some quality sleep.

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 No.755505

>>755280
"Once again thank you very much." Billy nods to Good and Rockfall. "You all make these nights much warmer and safe."


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 No.743587[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

Last time, on PirateQuest…

Cutlass, now awake again after her fainting spell, shared her suspicions of Kukulcan with Alder, Splendid, Prisma, Paraiba, the mooks, Make Believe and her four assassins. Her notion that Kukulcan was not who or what he claimed to be was backed up by the fact that Monty, her rumormonger snake amulet, changed his story about Kukulcan and the Watchkeepers after Kukulcan claimed that he was a god. Colobok asserted that he would leave behind one of the papers of his aura ability, Shadow Archive, to spy on Kukulcan and peer into his mind, to see if he was telling the truth. Colobok, Sparkler and Make Believe then left with the godray crystal to deliver it back to the Hidden Dagger before nightfall.

With evening upon them, and much of our crew still injured, Magoja (interning as the Thunder Serpent's surgeon) suggested that our crew ingratiate themselves with Kukulcan's. One such method, he suggested, was to challenge them to a drinking game. Nothing beats heatstroke and dehydration like alcohol, after all.

Cloud, escorted by Bent Scales of the Beesting, escorted Cloud partway to the Thunder Serpent. She broke off partway through, leaving to join the rest of the Beesting crewmates who had been spying on Kukulcan all day to get intel on him and his crew. Cloud arrived at the Dreamer's Moon just as Cutlass got several drinks deep with Cycle Kick. Alder, meanwhile, was being taught in the fishing and culinary arts by the hairless diamond dog they met earlier, the one with the compulsion for orderliness.

Cerulean continued to plumb the depths of the Skull Temple with her pets, getting as far as B5F. While her dog friends found another way around the pitfall obstacle she just cleared, she pressed onward, finding herself in a long hall, with a corridor to the west and one to the east. After going partway down the eastern corridor, she was stopped by a familiar sight: Herself, standing on the other side of what looked like some kind of translucent, watery mirror.
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 No.750996

>>750991
"We got a bit of insight on what he wanted, which is in the vault. I do not know if we ever quite figured out the dreams, though…"

>>750991
"If you really want to continue, I have medical supplies to share- though, I think it might be best to head back. We were having Miss Mallea do a bit of blood testing. Hopefully, we will have results when we return."

 No.750997

>>750992
Kukulcan shakes your hoof with gusto. "Good to have you aboard, sir. We shall discuss the details of your pay and employment once you have had a chance to acquaint yourself with the rest of the crew. Come, and I shall introduce you, though be warned that not all of them are with us for the moment."

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Bee Holder stops and considers for a moment as she takes in everything that you've said. "…Well then! Looks like we're the ones in need of getting caught up."
"You cleared that entire place by yourself!?" Bent Scales exclaims to Cerulean. "Respect! But, Captain, doesn't this mean we can get that map made now?"
"After we see what Mallea needs our blood for," Sickly Sweet says.
"Whatever it is, I'll bet it's to do with why you sought us out directly instead of calling ahead," Bee Holder says. "Let's be off."

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 No.750998

>>750993
roll relevant plant gathering skills

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>>750998
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 No.751701

>>750997
"Yup! It wasn't easy, and I almost lost my memories of you all, but made it through," she says in her energetic as always way.
"And yeah…about that, uhh, maybe lay off the conches a bit? Ya know…'reasons,'" she says doing air quotes, trying to be subtle as Cerulean can be.


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Our heroes have journeyed far and faced many dangers, culminating in their daring escapade in the arid city of Galatian, where they retrieved the Heart of the Sun once and for all, crossing the agents of the sinister warlord Styr Thenn. Aided by one of his former servants, a zorse named Kothbiro, they destroyed the precious jewel, that none could claim it.

Their actions will not go without repercussions, however. They are in hostile territory, on the run from Thenn's servants. Aided by a mysterious ally known only as the Fire Witch, they travel now to the closest pocket of civilization on the borders of Thenn's territory. From there, only the stars and I know what awaits them…
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>>748519
"I see. Were such tactics common in your homeland?"

 No.748521

>>748519
"Or lead it into chargin. Some boars can change the way they're headed, but most gotta stop and turn. Kilt a big ole devil pig that way. Stuck it in the ribs after it ran by."

>>748518
"Wild things ain't usually light sleepers. Takes some doin to sneak up on em. Best to track and ambush."

>>748516
I nod. "Here, I imagine."

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>>748521
"It likely does not sleep in the open. We will have it cornered in its den? Does that sound right?"

 No.748523

>>748522
"Hmm.. quite the dangerouss possition, i would imagine. a beasst backed into a den would likely gore one of uss before we could sstop it, much too closse."

 No.748524

>>748523
"Ah. I never presided over the military tactics of our empire. Trakali usually had such an overwhelming numbers advantage it rarely mattered. I trust whatever Noghu and Thungr come up with." She says with emphasis on the and.


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