Event #14: THE GIFT OF BLESSED SILENCE

[vivalamods]

Event #14: THE GIFT OF BLESSED SILENCE

Though the vote was contentious, the Corsairs have decided to capture the facility. This will require an enormous mobilization of forces, but it is fortunate that the Corsairs are on they fight, unbeknownst to the Empire, on their own domain. In a real sense, the Vault has been preparing for this moment for decades.

The forges burn bright as rail and cannon are brought to bear. This ambitious plan will see Skysplitters placed across the continent as a crack strike force tears through the facility and kills or captures its personnel without putting the site itself to the sword. An operation both forceful and delicate, difficult, but hardly impossible for the Corsairs’ finest.

Missions:

Build the Rail, Ignite the Powder: The Corsairs, working under the cover of night, will need to establish a perimeter around the research facility.
Description: The continent of Bavrecht is usually where the Adamant Curtain, a major airship Legion, makes its base, testing munitions on the continent with constant carpet bombings. Their schedule is a bit irregular, but there are times where their bombing isn’t active. The Corsairs will need to take this opportunity to encircle the research facility and quickly erect temporary rail lines and set up Skysplitters to keep the airspace clear.

Rip Down the Curtain: The Corsairs will need to drive away the Adamant Curtain when it returns.
Description: The Adamant Curtain airship legion is a minor legion primarily concerned with munition testing. Their airships shuttle back and forth to gather new test munitions from the mainland and rest before returning to bombard the continent, and even then often in staggered groups. The Corsairs seek to employ one of these gaps to set up their perimeter, but once they return they will need to then destroy the legion so they can’t provide aid to the research facility or, in desperation, destroy it.

Laboratory Conquest: The Corsairs will need to enter the research facility and sweep it of hostiles, one way or another.
Description: Log Leader required. The Corsairs will be pitted against the 13th Legion Legatus Dr. Emric Folken and his legion of scientists. While not frontline combatants, they have any number of horrific abominations and weaponry available to bring to bear against the Corsair forces. Defeating them in their home turf will be a herculean effort indeed.

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[theriflespiral]

There's an absolutely frustrating moment where she gives the corpse a final blow, but then there's a wild cry of anguish, and then... her skin gets cold to the touch, her teeth start chattering wildly, her entire body shakes.

She can't even form any words, though she tries.

[purplexing]

Donnie's doing his best to hold staff and shield, huddling behind them like it'd do anything against the frigid temperatures. He tries to hold his focus, looking worriedly towards the pile of unconscious prisoners, but at least they should be a little better protected, bunched together as they are.

The end of the shield rests on the ground as he tries maintaining a grasp on it. He'd worry about his feet (and his poor nibbled on toes!) if his thoughts weren't struggling to think of something more useful to do. Ohhh, not good, warmth- he needs warmth or he'll start shutting down like he threatens to do after a winter sea hunt.

He breathes out a frosty wisp, forcing himself to focus, purple light of his Ether constructs tracing out a heater, warm air gusting out from it once the final panel completes. Again he sighs, dragging himself closer to sink beside it.

[straykitty]

With the doctor's personnel properly shackled, Renne sighs a bit, downs another potion and focuses her ether, drawing forth a warm flame around the Corsair team to fight the mounting ice more directly.

[singlemilletgrain]

A sigh of relief that the other end of the corridor wasn't now populated by a dozen headless corpses as Shu, too, wordlessly continues. She takes hold of Natalia's hands if she will allow and warms them slightly around her own. Shu is not tall, but somehow, it feels as if she is stretching over Natalia, cloaking her in the warmth of the sun.

...Though she must admit it takes some self-control not to shiver herself.

Beneath the two of them, small buds begin to curl out of the ground, releasing shimmering pale green light that the Corsairs know all too well by this point.

[theriflespiral]

Despite everything, it stops... getting colder, though her teeth are still chattering, and she can't look any of them in the eyes. "I. I am. C-calm. It is fine."

She's not, not really. Everyone probably knows that already. The shame and anger pulse through her, each in their turn, and by keeping the cold aimed inward, she's hoping to spare the others.

So she's saying it. She's saying it, and saying it and saying it and saying it and every time she just--

An attempt at a deep breath.

If this is what happens... Her heart must remain frozen. For the sake of the revolution.