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A Malevolent Villain: Rescue mission
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allthepowersofhellBuilt into the side of a mountain, Maleficent's castle was dark and imposing. A monument to Imperial power.
And deep within the dungeons of the castle, two Corsairs were currently imprisoned. Their changes of ever seeing the outside of those dungeons seem - to a casual observer - practically non-existent.
But the Corsairs are a very, very resourceful bunch. And the Duchess herself is not presently in residence, having been called away by a summons from the Emperor. As such the castle's security - while by no means lax - was not currently at full strength.
This was their best time to strike.
[ooc: Sub-threads below! And as a general note: I will tag in as needed for NPCs and environmental details, etc. But don't feel the need to wait for me to tag - I won't be sticking with any specific tag order, just dropping in where it makes sense].
And deep within the dungeons of the castle, two Corsairs were currently imprisoned. Their changes of ever seeing the outside of those dungeons seem - to a casual observer - practically non-existent.
But the Corsairs are a very, very resourceful bunch. And the Duchess herself is not presently in residence, having been called away by a summons from the Emperor. As such the castle's security - while by no means lax - was not currently at full strength.
This was their best time to strike.
[ooc: Sub-threads below! And as a general note: I will tag in as needed for NPCs and environmental details, etc. But don't feel the need to wait for me to tag - I won't be sticking with any specific tag order, just dropping in where it makes sense].
Second Chord
Apr. 29th, 2025 12:36 pmfair_troubleWho: Emery-Apollo, various NPCs, and any party-inclined corsairs.
What: Casual bonfire party with wine and song and maybe women.
Where: Asphodel
When: A week or so after the Vindess Liberation.
At some point after the events at Vindess, Emery gets in touch with Penguin Logistics and has them discreetly send out party invitations to trustworthy corsairs.
Some might say that throwing a party shortly after a dangerous confrontation, during a time and place when and where there’s still much work ahead, is inappropriate. To those people Emery would retort that actually, it’s the most appropriate situation to throw a party in, and then not explain his logic any further as he’s busy going ahead and doing whatever he wants.
Which in this case is throwing a bonfire party in the infant settlement of Asphodel.
It’s not a lavish affair. The primary feature is, of course, a large bonfire in the center of a well-ventilated cavern. An assortment of simple food has been provided, things along the lines of bread, pickles, roasted nuts, grilled fish, and guests have been encouraged to bring along their own dishes to share. And also alcohol. There is a prodigious amount of cheap booze available. Emery himself is providing some entertainment by playing music, to accompany those dancing around the bonfire.
It’s a night intended for chatter and laughter, for levity and light, to soothe the hearts of those who have been displaced and those who are worn from battle. Won't you join in?
[[ooc: A quick, chill lil’ event as we’re going into May, because I imagine the characters could use a breather after the Vindess event. Emery is of course around and will be pestering your characters, and I'll toss up a proper top level in a bit, but this is meant as a mingle thing so please feel free to thread amongst yourselves as well. :>
Anyone who attends the party will be under the protection of Apollo, meaning they’ll be protected from getting set on fire if they decide to mess with the bonfire for whatever reason. I don’t think any of Emery’s other powers are likely to come up but for reference here is his permissions post once again.]]
What: Casual bonfire party with wine and song and maybe women.
Where: Asphodel
When: A week or so after the Vindess Liberation.
At some point after the events at Vindess, Emery gets in touch with Penguin Logistics and has them discreetly send out party invitations to trustworthy corsairs.
Some might say that throwing a party shortly after a dangerous confrontation, during a time and place when and where there’s still much work ahead, is inappropriate. To those people Emery would retort that actually, it’s the most appropriate situation to throw a party in, and then not explain his logic any further as he’s busy going ahead and doing whatever he wants.
Which in this case is throwing a bonfire party in the infant settlement of Asphodel.
It’s not a lavish affair. The primary feature is, of course, a large bonfire in the center of a well-ventilated cavern. An assortment of simple food has been provided, things along the lines of bread, pickles, roasted nuts, grilled fish, and guests have been encouraged to bring along their own dishes to share. And also alcohol. There is a prodigious amount of cheap booze available. Emery himself is providing some entertainment by playing music, to accompany those dancing around the bonfire.
It’s a night intended for chatter and laughter, for levity and light, to soothe the hearts of those who have been displaced and those who are worn from battle. Won't you join in?
[[ooc: A quick, chill lil’ event as we’re going into May, because I imagine the characters could use a breather after the Vindess event. Emery is of course around and will be pestering your characters, and I'll toss up a proper top level in a bit, but this is meant as a mingle thing so please feel free to thread amongst yourselves as well. :>
Anyone who attends the party will be under the protection of Apollo, meaning they’ll be protected from getting set on fire if they decide to mess with the bonfire for whatever reason. I don’t think any of Emery’s other powers are likely to come up but for reference here is his permissions post once again.]]
Hades 💀 Plot 2 - Holy Artifact
Apr. 9th, 2025 03:11 amblessmefatherWho: Open to all Corsair characters
What: Warning about Gaurus the Bleeder, and creating a holy artifact
Where: A workspace in The Vault
When: Shortly before the Vindess Liberation
A. Network Message [Audio]
As I said in my last message, I have information for those of you going into battle at Vindess. I've noticed a pattern ever since I took the title of Hades- a large number of souls arriving in the Underworld speak about an individual from the Empire murdering them. He is called Gaurus the Bleeder, and he has a reputation as one of the most feared torturers. These people were tortured and killed by him, and their souls are so traumatized that they can't remember the exact details of what led up to their deaths. All I've been able to add up from their accounts is that he is just as brutal and dangerous as his reputation suggests, and he enjoys maiming others.
There's a very real risk you'll face him in Vindess.
I have a request if you can find the location where he normally keeps his victims. Not every soul expected to arrive after falling victim to him has appeared in the Underworld. I believe his home is haunted by a large number of ghosts.
I want to create a holy artifact that will help guide those souls to the afterlife. I am gathering materials now- any help is appreciated. I'll list what I'm still trying to find in writing.
Anyway, once it is complete, I ask that you bring the holy artifact with you to Vindess, and if you can either sneak into his torture chamber or defeat him, leave the artifact there for the spirits.
Materials - only need a small amount of these
black wool- preferably from a ram
snakeskin
crow feather- this one is the most important
B. Putting together the Artifact [Action]
Matt borrowed a table in one of the many rooms of The Vault where Corsairs will regularly create art or tinker with small inventions. The Vault was able to provide the majority of what he needed, and he has started to pour his power into the materials gathered so far. Puffs of a black fog billow from the table surface and sink and fade into the floor below, almost looking like a dark version of a chemistry experiment in progress.
Matt stands over the table, eyes closed tight as he concentrates. When he hears footsteps nearby he greets the person approaching. "Hello." He says, but stays as he is without turning his head, his arms outstretched just above the dark fog.
What: Warning about Gaurus the Bleeder, and creating a holy artifact
Where: A workspace in The Vault
When: Shortly before the Vindess Liberation
A. Network Message [Audio]
As I said in my last message, I have information for those of you going into battle at Vindess. I've noticed a pattern ever since I took the title of Hades- a large number of souls arriving in the Underworld speak about an individual from the Empire murdering them. He is called Gaurus the Bleeder, and he has a reputation as one of the most feared torturers. These people were tortured and killed by him, and their souls are so traumatized that they can't remember the exact details of what led up to their deaths. All I've been able to add up from their accounts is that he is just as brutal and dangerous as his reputation suggests, and he enjoys maiming others.
There's a very real risk you'll face him in Vindess.
I have a request if you can find the location where he normally keeps his victims. Not every soul expected to arrive after falling victim to him has appeared in the Underworld. I believe his home is haunted by a large number of ghosts.
I want to create a holy artifact that will help guide those souls to the afterlife. I am gathering materials now- any help is appreciated. I'll list what I'm still trying to find in writing.
Anyway, once it is complete, I ask that you bring the holy artifact with you to Vindess, and if you can either sneak into his torture chamber or defeat him, leave the artifact there for the spirits.
Materials - only need a small amount of these
black wool- preferably from a ram
snakeskin
crow feather- this one is the most important
B. Putting together the Artifact [Action]
Matt borrowed a table in one of the many rooms of The Vault where Corsairs will regularly create art or tinker with small inventions. The Vault was able to provide the majority of what he needed, and he has started to pour his power into the materials gathered so far. Puffs of a black fog billow from the table surface and sink and fade into the floor below, almost looking like a dark version of a chemistry experiment in progress.
Matt stands over the table, eyes closed tight as he concentrates. When he hears footsteps nearby he greets the person approaching. "Hello." He says, but stays as he is without turning his head, his arms outstretched just above the dark fog.
Uncertain Heart [Open]
Apr. 7th, 2025 08:34 amupupatomwaySoldiers take stock of weapons and ammunition, mechanics are in and out of the armor workshop, all in anticipation of the movement on Vindess that leaders are discussing. Atom had finished reading another magic book and in practice at the target range, he leaves targets quickly fried to a crisp by electricity. He had faced monsters here, he had faced other monsters and robots at home. Logically, he is ready to join the battle.
He had never attacked a human though. At home, it was against the law for a robot to seriously harm or kill a human, even in self-defense. He had always been under the watchful eye of the public as a representative of the robot race, and labeled a hero after saving people from accidents. He delayed the bad humans until the police arrived. There are definitely parallels between the slavery in the Empire and the slavery of robots, but this is a different world with different rules, and he is aware of what participating in battle might mean.
He isn't sure what the right thing to do is.
He decides to seek out someone who might have more battle experience to give him perspective. The Vault has a few possible candidates, but he also makes a point of visiting Flotsam where there are warriors abound. Atom approaches an individual at lunchtime, with a drink or food in hand to offer them.
"Excuse me. Do you have some time to have lunch and talk? I might be assigned to the front in the next battle, and I could use some advice from someone more experienced facing the Imperials." He asks politely.
He had never attacked a human though. At home, it was against the law for a robot to seriously harm or kill a human, even in self-defense. He had always been under the watchful eye of the public as a representative of the robot race, and labeled a hero after saving people from accidents. He delayed the bad humans until the police arrived. There are definitely parallels between the slavery in the Empire and the slavery of robots, but this is a different world with different rules, and he is aware of what participating in battle might mean.
He isn't sure what the right thing to do is.
He decides to seek out someone who might have more battle experience to give him perspective. The Vault has a few possible candidates, but he also makes a point of visiting Flotsam where there are warriors abound. Atom approaches an individual at lunchtime, with a drink or food in hand to offer them.
"Excuse me. Do you have some time to have lunch and talk? I might be assigned to the front in the next battle, and I could use some advice from someone more experienced facing the Imperials." He asks politely.
Hades 💀 Plot 1 - Execution Phase
Mar. 28th, 2025 06:28 pmblessmefatherWho: Open to all Corsair characters
What: Evacuating a village and prepping for a landslide. Then the landslide.
Where: A small hidden village in the forest at the foot of a mountain
When: Backdated to the 4th of March
( Read more... )
What: Evacuating a village and prepping for a landslide. Then the landslide.
Where: A small hidden village in the forest at the foot of a mountain
When: Backdated to the 4th of March
( Read more... )
First Chord
Mar. 24th, 2025 07:33 pmfair_troubleThere’s a slight possibility you’ve seen them before- a very pretty blonde young man, or occasionally young woman, wandering around Elysium. Sometimes they’re spotted in Flotsam, but never in the Vault. They’re usually hanging out in bars and taverns, smiling and laughing a lot, but saying and drinking very little. At the beginning of Spring they start popping up a lot more frequently, and maybe you'll get the chance to have an actual conversation with them.
Music [Elysium]
Spring is well underway on the continent of Innistis, but there are a few places- particularly on the Northern side of the continent- where the new growth and the warmth are lagging behind, where snow still lurks in the shade, where the lion hasn’t fully turned into a lamb.
This spot is one of them, a glade that’s a good hike uphill from the city of Elysium. It’s more grey and brown than green, and Emery is seated on a rock that has enough sun to be relatively dry. In his hands, he’s holding a battered old lyre, upon which he is playing a pretty little tune.
When he’s done he stares down at his hands in thoughtful silence for several moments, before suddenly turning to look at you.
“That was lovely, wasn’t it?” he says, smiling.
Greens [Elysium]
If you’re not inclined to explore outside the city you still might encounter a certain cheery blonde girl walking around in a green cloak and carrying a tray full of tiny pots. Each pot is filled with soil, with tiny green plants sprouting out of them.
Catch her eye and she’ll approach you, holding the tray out for your inspection.
“Would you like to take one?”
Fists [Vindess]
With the town of Vindess under Imperial lockdown, tensions are running high. The stress has left the tempers of the citizens short, and the soldiers are quick to mete out punishment for any perceived infractions. It’s basically the perfect conditions for fights to break out- such as this one.
Honestly Emery’s not even sure how it started, but this is a pub. People have been drinking. Some people started arguing, the volume grew louder, and then suddenly fists started flying.
Emery is one of the few who isn’t throwing punches, and is instead doing his best to dodge and skedaddle around the edges of the fight. It’s not the fight itself that concerns him, honestly, but the prospect of the town guard showing up.
[[ooc: And our Apollo enters the scene, though he’s staying relatively incognito for the moment. This is mostly a casual introduction post, but is also meant to lead into a player plot where Emery’ll be recruiting some Corsairs to fight a monster. Subsequently the Vindess prompt is your best bet for getting on his radar for that, but it’s not necessary either.
As Apollo, Emery has a couple of abilities that might cause problems for your character, so please make sure to check his permissions post.]]
Music [Elysium]
Spring is well underway on the continent of Innistis, but there are a few places- particularly on the Northern side of the continent- where the new growth and the warmth are lagging behind, where snow still lurks in the shade, where the lion hasn’t fully turned into a lamb.
This spot is one of them, a glade that’s a good hike uphill from the city of Elysium. It’s more grey and brown than green, and Emery is seated on a rock that has enough sun to be relatively dry. In his hands, he’s holding a battered old lyre, upon which he is playing a pretty little tune.
When he’s done he stares down at his hands in thoughtful silence for several moments, before suddenly turning to look at you.
“That was lovely, wasn’t it?” he says, smiling.
Greens [Elysium]
If you’re not inclined to explore outside the city you still might encounter a certain cheery blonde girl walking around in a green cloak and carrying a tray full of tiny pots. Each pot is filled with soil, with tiny green plants sprouting out of them.
Catch her eye and she’ll approach you, holding the tray out for your inspection.
“Would you like to take one?”
Fists [Vindess]
With the town of Vindess under Imperial lockdown, tensions are running high. The stress has left the tempers of the citizens short, and the soldiers are quick to mete out punishment for any perceived infractions. It’s basically the perfect conditions for fights to break out- such as this one.
Honestly Emery’s not even sure how it started, but this is a pub. People have been drinking. Some people started arguing, the volume grew louder, and then suddenly fists started flying.
Emery is one of the few who isn’t throwing punches, and is instead doing his best to dodge and skedaddle around the edges of the fight. It’s not the fight itself that concerns him, honestly, but the prospect of the town guard showing up.
[[ooc: And our Apollo enters the scene, though he’s staying relatively incognito for the moment. This is mostly a casual introduction post, but is also meant to lead into a player plot where Emery’ll be recruiting some Corsairs to fight a monster. Subsequently the Vindess prompt is your best bet for getting on his radar for that, but it’s not necessary either.
As Apollo, Emery has a couple of abilities that might cause problems for your character, so please make sure to check his permissions post.]]
Spaceship Spaceship Spaceship
Mar. 18th, 2025 05:00 pmfreearcadiaWho: Harlock, Donatello, Terra, Kaitlyn, Atom, Kanna,
What: Let's steal a pirate ship back!
Where: A military installation in Davkor
When: Shortly after Asphodel preparations are complete.
( Let them dance on their tiny world, the universe is ours to command. )
What: Let's steal a pirate ship back!
Where: A military installation in Davkor
When: Shortly after Asphodel preparations are complete.
( Let them dance on their tiny world, the universe is ours to command. )
A Sudden Shut-In
Mar. 6th, 2025 08:00 pmstraykittyAfter returning from the impromptu raid she had organized, Renne Bright has locked herself in her room. It's only been a few days, and she's been sending for food so she is eating, but she hasn't really been present. If you try to contact her on the Ether-net, you'll be greeted by her "Kitty-bot" who will provide automatic responses for her. It's a neat bit of technology, and reasonably good at giving appropriate information, but it's definitely not passing things along to Renne, so far as anyone can tell.
If folks are concerned, however, they might be able to check on her. She's been briefly answering her door for food, after all.
If folks are concerned, however, they might be able to check on her. She's been briefly answering her door for food, after all.
003 - A Body in Motion Stays in Motion
Mar. 6th, 2025 01:47 ampurplexingThere's always room for improvement. This isn't any new realization so much as a long established fact. It seems that with ever mission and undertaking that Donnie goes through, he finds there's just so much more he doesn't know, or that he can get better at.
Truthfully the past month's left him a bit strained, or at least that's how he's felt. Maybe it's because of the raid, maybe the mission. Maybe the encounter with that horrible duchess. He doesn't know. The previous month had been busier than he'd expected, leaving him no time to go and see if his family was still where he knew them to be, but then he'd been reluctant to check after the address from the Emperor.
He's been restless, always seeking distractions, and with the Corsairs there at least never seems to be a lack for things to do. Repairs to be seen to, new ideas to be drafted and crafted. Upgrades to apply.
I. Armory A
The Armory's a normal haunt for him. He's made progress on the repairs for the Armor he'd scavenged some months back and he's eager to test it out. While he can't do any flying inside, he can at least run through movements, and with the lighter build, it makes it a bit easier to execute more natural moves.
While typically a Feder isn't armed with a polearm, for mobility testing purposes, Donnie's borrowed a spear from a Lanze. It's difficult to pull off the same maneuvers he would with his own staff, but sticking to more basic motions, he tests response times and range of movement, putting the sleek armor through a few drills.
II. Armory B
Perhaps you come across the turtlekin when he's at a workbench, carefully crafting the settings for some very small ether stones. His ENC bracer's currently being used as a paperweight atop one of many schematics he's drawn up, and off to one side his staff rests in its separate sections, along with its normally hidden internal mechanisms. Is that a grappling hook? And the slim knife is certainly a new edition.
As usual he's caught up in his work, not at all meaning to be rude towards any visitors, but you'll have to excuse him for not noticing you there. He also tends to wear his earmuffs tight when in the Armory since it gets loud.
III. Training Rooms
The training dummy before him has seen better days. Unfortunately, as a training dummy, it doesn't have much options for better days, and the rooms have seen plenty more use of late. Today's no exception, and the green lad in the purple mask isn't holding back on his strikes.
A dull metal ring echoes with each hit he makes with his staff, leaving indentations on the dummy between each spin and thrust. He's not sure how long he's been beating up on the thing, but it's a quick way to expend some restless energy. Maybe he's been at it too long, or maybe he just hit the thing too hard, but there's a clang as the titanium staff's slipped from his hands and fallen to the floor, rolling off some ways.
IV. Free Play
((OOC: Need him for anything else or want to do something elsewhere in the Vault? Insert option here!))
Truthfully the past month's left him a bit strained, or at least that's how he's felt. Maybe it's because of the raid, maybe the mission. Maybe the encounter with that horrible duchess. He doesn't know. The previous month had been busier than he'd expected, leaving him no time to go and see if his family was still where he knew them to be, but then he'd been reluctant to check after the address from the Emperor.
He's been restless, always seeking distractions, and with the Corsairs there at least never seems to be a lack for things to do. Repairs to be seen to, new ideas to be drafted and crafted. Upgrades to apply.
I. Armory A
The Armory's a normal haunt for him. He's made progress on the repairs for the Armor he'd scavenged some months back and he's eager to test it out. While he can't do any flying inside, he can at least run through movements, and with the lighter build, it makes it a bit easier to execute more natural moves.
While typically a Feder isn't armed with a polearm, for mobility testing purposes, Donnie's borrowed a spear from a Lanze. It's difficult to pull off the same maneuvers he would with his own staff, but sticking to more basic motions, he tests response times and range of movement, putting the sleek armor through a few drills.
II. Armory B
Perhaps you come across the turtlekin when he's at a workbench, carefully crafting the settings for some very small ether stones. His ENC bracer's currently being used as a paperweight atop one of many schematics he's drawn up, and off to one side his staff rests in its separate sections, along with its normally hidden internal mechanisms. Is that a grappling hook? And the slim knife is certainly a new edition.
As usual he's caught up in his work, not at all meaning to be rude towards any visitors, but you'll have to excuse him for not noticing you there. He also tends to wear his earmuffs tight when in the Armory since it gets loud.
III. Training Rooms
The training dummy before him has seen better days. Unfortunately, as a training dummy, it doesn't have much options for better days, and the rooms have seen plenty more use of late. Today's no exception, and the green lad in the purple mask isn't holding back on his strikes.
A dull metal ring echoes with each hit he makes with his staff, leaving indentations on the dummy between each spin and thrust. He's not sure how long he's been beating up on the thing, but it's a quick way to expend some restless energy. Maybe he's been at it too long, or maybe he just hit the thing too hard, but there's a clang as the titanium staff's slipped from his hands and fallen to the floor, rolling off some ways.
IV. Free Play
((OOC: Need him for anything else or want to do something elsewhere in the Vault? Insert option here!))
03: In Like A Lion
Mar. 3rd, 2025 12:38 pmtheriflespiral01: Pancake Week (Elysium)
Much as she despises the Orthodox Church, there was one tradition, Natalia thinks, with which she can truck, and that is the week before Lent being Pancake Week.
She has a small Ether stove and a little chalk sign: IT'S PANCAKE WEEK! Deliver a pancake! Ask me how!, with a small list of fillings, and a drawing of a penguin carrying a pancake wrapped around little herrings and a pleased expression.
Although, the ability to deliver a pancake, still warm, without breaking it, is a hell of a statement for a shipping company to make...
02: To Dance As The Queen Does
Once more, Natalia listens to distantly piped jazz and taps the rhythm carefully, gathering Ether, ice swirling in her hands as she moves to the beat.
And, once again, as her mind fills with other things, the spell breaks, sending little bits of powder snow all across the improvised dance floor, to evaporate.
She hums in annoyance. Of course, by now, surely someone would hear soft or hard jazz and come to investigate.
03: Unfurling Inner Lotus
While much of her time is given to maintaining her front or honing her marksmanship and spellcraft, time must be given to conditioning her body.
This is risky, because unlike the other forms of training, to do it she must engage her energies at their fullest. This is less a risk of her being hurt-- no more than usual-- but rather a risk of discovery; for no one notices a girl with black hair and black eyes, but a girl with blue stars shining in her eyes? Now that has been seen once or twice, to say nothing about how it might touch on the senses of those sensitive to Ether.
But it's the only way to make sure she's training to her utmost, and so utmost she must go-- keeping up with others, never mind the Empire, demands it.
Thus it is that someone as apparently light as Natalia Koutolika is now lifting sacks of shot that are obviously as heavy as she is, and tossing them some distance, besides.
04: Special Deliveries
This was the spot. Natalia stood on the deck of the Humboldt in the little shelter the rocks of the island made, and waited to make contact.
As much as she wanted to recover and utilize larger ships, even ships that might be better suited to the line (intentionally), ships like the little sea sloop were too useful for Penguin Logistics' other purpose: smuggling packages, people, and information.
Was her chronometer wrong? She kept a weather eye out. Who is meeting her? And for what?
Much as she despises the Orthodox Church, there was one tradition, Natalia thinks, with which she can truck, and that is the week before Lent being Pancake Week.
She has a small Ether stove and a little chalk sign: IT'S PANCAKE WEEK! Deliver a pancake! Ask me how!, with a small list of fillings, and a drawing of a penguin carrying a pancake wrapped around little herrings and a pleased expression.
Although, the ability to deliver a pancake, still warm, without breaking it, is a hell of a statement for a shipping company to make...
02: To Dance As The Queen Does
Once more, Natalia listens to distantly piped jazz and taps the rhythm carefully, gathering Ether, ice swirling in her hands as she moves to the beat.
And, once again, as her mind fills with other things, the spell breaks, sending little bits of powder snow all across the improvised dance floor, to evaporate.
She hums in annoyance. Of course, by now, surely someone would hear soft or hard jazz and come to investigate.
03: Unfurling Inner Lotus
While much of her time is given to maintaining her front or honing her marksmanship and spellcraft, time must be given to conditioning her body.
This is risky, because unlike the other forms of training, to do it she must engage her energies at their fullest. This is less a risk of her being hurt-- no more than usual-- but rather a risk of discovery; for no one notices a girl with black hair and black eyes, but a girl with blue stars shining in her eyes? Now that has been seen once or twice, to say nothing about how it might touch on the senses of those sensitive to Ether.
But it's the only way to make sure she's training to her utmost, and so utmost she must go-- keeping up with others, never mind the Empire, demands it.
Thus it is that someone as apparently light as Natalia Koutolika is now lifting sacks of shot that are obviously as heavy as she is, and tossing them some distance, besides.
04: Special Deliveries
This was the spot. Natalia stood on the deck of the Humboldt in the little shelter the rocks of the island made, and waited to make contact.
As much as she wanted to recover and utilize larger ships, even ships that might be better suited to the line (intentionally), ships like the little sea sloop were too useful for Penguin Logistics' other purpose: smuggling packages, people, and information.
Was her chronometer wrong? She kept a weather eye out. Who is meeting her? And for what?
tisfinished01: sustenance
With refugees in the Vault, the Milk Run as a business is less important than making sure the new ones, the strangers, are properly fed. Senshi and anyone capable who cares to help him have set themselves to this task, making sure there’s enough nice hot soup and bread for any starving miner or factory worker, now cut off from their old life, to at least not have to worry about their next meal.
Whenever possible Senshi takes a moment to make sure the new uns are settled in and have a warm bed, and does his best to make them feel welcome, but he knows with a crowd this size that’s not always possible. So many mouths, so little time. Still, he makes the new arrivals feel human whenever he can.
02: luxury
Senshi is going around with a survey, asking new and old what luxury foods and ingredients they most miss from the Empire and carefully noting down the answers in a notebook.
If asked why, he says, “Simple: next time I’m out shopping with the Milk Run, I’ll try to find some.”
He’s dead serious.
What flavors and treats do you miss most?
With refugees in the Vault, the Milk Run as a business is less important than making sure the new ones, the strangers, are properly fed. Senshi and anyone capable who cares to help him have set themselves to this task, making sure there’s enough nice hot soup and bread for any starving miner or factory worker, now cut off from their old life, to at least not have to worry about their next meal.
Whenever possible Senshi takes a moment to make sure the new uns are settled in and have a warm bed, and does his best to make them feel welcome, but he knows with a crowd this size that’s not always possible. So many mouths, so little time. Still, he makes the new arrivals feel human whenever he can.
02: luxury
Senshi is going around with a survey, asking new and old what luxury foods and ingredients they most miss from the Empire and carefully noting down the answers in a notebook.
If asked why, he says, “Simple: next time I’m out shopping with the Milk Run, I’ll try to find some.”
He’s dead serious.
What flavors and treats do you miss most?
A Malevolent Villain: 1
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( i. The ravens go forth )
( ii. A cruel display [warnings for public punishment] )
( i. The ravens go forth )
( ii. A cruel display [warnings for public punishment] )
blessmefatherMid-month, leaders of the Corsairs send word to multiple highly regarded individuals among their ranks, asking them to go to The Vault for a meeting. To meet someone of utmost importance. His identity is to be kept secret from the Empire at all costs, and we have decided to limit the number of those who are given this information for now.
The meeting takes place behind closed doors in a small lecture hall. The Vault's higher ranking scholars, who take up most of the select crowd, are found speaking enthusiastically to each other. This is something of great interest to them and pens are at the ready.
When everyone is settled into their seats, a man rises from his seat, tapping his way to the center of the lecture floor. He fiddles with the end of his cane, smiling at the crowd and greeting them after pushing his dark glasses up his nose.
"Hi! Thanks for coming, everyone. My name is Matthias Meerdock, but please call me Matt. I was previously a private investigator, and yes, I am blind. If you're wondering, I worked with a sighted partner on cases. My other senses are abnormally strong though, so I pick up on other details. Smells, sounds... But I'm not actually here to talk to you about that."
He clears his throat and purses his lips, hesitating for a short moment at the intimidating weight of the message he bears. He pushes onward.
"The old religion says that ages ago, The Pantheon of Gods came upon a wealth of Ether, and used it to build our world. Together the gods controlled and shaped the elements to mold the lands, the Eternal Ocean, the life, and the Peoples of Esthere.
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The meeting takes place behind closed doors in a small lecture hall. The Vault's higher ranking scholars, who take up most of the select crowd, are found speaking enthusiastically to each other. This is something of great interest to them and pens are at the ready.
When everyone is settled into their seats, a man rises from his seat, tapping his way to the center of the lecture floor. He fiddles with the end of his cane, smiling at the crowd and greeting them after pushing his dark glasses up his nose.
"Hi! Thanks for coming, everyone. My name is Matthias Meerdock, but please call me Matt. I was previously a private investigator, and yes, I am blind. If you're wondering, I worked with a sighted partner on cases. My other senses are abnormally strong though, so I pick up on other details. Smells, sounds... But I'm not actually here to talk to you about that."
He clears his throat and purses his lips, hesitating for a short moment at the intimidating weight of the message he bears. He pushes onward.
"The old religion says that ages ago, The Pantheon of Gods came upon a wealth of Ether, and used it to build our world. Together the gods controlled and shaped the elements to mold the lands, the Eternal Ocean, the life, and the Peoples of Esthere.
( Read more... )
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Feb. 20th, 2025 05:03 pmfreearcadiaBackdated to post-Raid/Terra rescue
He wasn't as bad off as the rest, but he is feeling it, and the phantom vision hasn't quite gone away. The pirate reluctantly heads to the infirmary just to make sure there wasn't anything permanently wrong. Harlock seemed to have enter right when a healer had stepped out for a moment, he took the moment to look the place over, mulling over the realities of the world in his mind - healing magic, commanding elements, what exactly are the limits, how they work...
Which meant when he heard someone moving, the space pirate actually started, quickly turning to see who it was - maybe it was a healer so he can get it over with, or a patient who actually needs someone more apt at medicine than he was.
Vault - Armor Training
He suspected he did as well as he did in covering their retreat was a mixture of Donnie having his back, and being just too tired and hurt for his muscle memory to trip him up. After some lessons, he could be found in the Feder, having decided he favor it's mobility over the benefits of the other suits.
After a particularly rough series of pivoting - practically drifting - and leaping, he overcorrects, nearly stumbling before it skids to a halt, smoke coming out of a leg joint.
"Damn...!" He cursed under his breath as the Armor opens, unbuckling himself to jump out and see what happened.
Elysium - Drinking, Again. [cw: Alcohol and alcohol-related nonsense]
The mood in Waterlogged row is largely celebrant, thought there was an underlying tension of uncertainty and dread due to the significant change in the status quo.
At this point, Harlock has become a regular at a particular tavern - the Staggering Magpie - a rather apt name for a gathering of drunken reprobates. The one-eye pirate took to a seat against the wall, and kept mostly to himself.
Tonight was however different, as a literal bear of a man plunked himself across from the man, and ordered several shot glasses to be brought over. Harlock simply raised his brows but did not refuse the obvious overtures of what looks to be the start of a drinking contest.
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He wasn't as bad off as the rest, but he is feeling it, and the phantom vision hasn't quite gone away. The pirate reluctantly heads to the infirmary just to make sure there wasn't anything permanently wrong. Harlock seemed to have enter right when a healer had stepped out for a moment, he took the moment to look the place over, mulling over the realities of the world in his mind - healing magic, commanding elements, what exactly are the limits, how they work...
Which meant when he heard someone moving, the space pirate actually started, quickly turning to see who it was - maybe it was a healer so he can get it over with, or a patient who actually needs someone more apt at medicine than he was.
Vault - Armor Training
He suspected he did as well as he did in covering their retreat was a mixture of Donnie having his back, and being just too tired and hurt for his muscle memory to trip him up. After some lessons, he could be found in the Feder, having decided he favor it's mobility over the benefits of the other suits.
After a particularly rough series of pivoting - practically drifting - and leaping, he overcorrects, nearly stumbling before it skids to a halt, smoke coming out of a leg joint.
"Damn...!" He cursed under his breath as the Armor opens, unbuckling himself to jump out and see what happened.
Elysium - Drinking, Again. [cw: Alcohol and alcohol-related nonsense]
The mood in Waterlogged row is largely celebrant, thought there was an underlying tension of uncertainty and dread due to the significant change in the status quo.
At this point, Harlock has become a regular at a particular tavern - the Staggering Magpie - a rather apt name for a gathering of drunken reprobates. The one-eye pirate took to a seat against the wall, and kept mostly to himself.
Tonight was however different, as a literal bear of a man plunked himself across from the man, and ordered several shot glasses to be brought over. Harlock simply raised his brows but did not refuse the obvious overtures of what looks to be the start of a drinking contest.
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Player Plot: Even the Odds
Feb. 18th, 2025 04:49 pmharlequinchimeraWho: Cid, Donnie, Oki
Where: Materiel Storage/Acquisition Outpost 14
When: Nine days after the Emperor's broadcast.
What: Recovery of Oki's Powered Armor and A-M Rifle as well as any other available materiel.
( Let's even the odds a little. )
Where: Materiel Storage/Acquisition Outpost 14
When: Nine days after the Emperor's broadcast.
What: Recovery of Oki's Powered Armor and A-M Rifle as well as any other available materiel.
( Let's even the odds a little. )