Event #15: TO EXPAND UPON VICTORY

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Event #15: TO EXPAND UPON VICTORY

The Corsairs adjust to their newfound land control by preparing potential agricultural land, and making changes to their intel network. Focus turns towards the island of Larendt.

MISSIONS

Kind to Nature: The Bavrect Restoration Project goes forward.
Description: Bavrect soil and surviving plant samples need collecting and testing. Others may explore the now safe to hike island surface for signs of surviving wildlife to log, and potential future farming sites. Fresh water sources need testing for contamination.

Moving Up: Staff from Elysium pack and move to the Isles above.
Description: Under the guise of fearing the Corsairs, many Elysium spies are busy packing up their supplies and belongings to move to locations in the Isles Above where they will establish new lines of intel collection. Give a hand in the moving process or help cover for those who are arriving to their new place of business.

Root out the Soldiers: The Corsairs must defeat the troops guarding the sweatshops on Larendt before they can claim it.
Description: Larendt is home to multiple labor camps where workers occupy sweatshops and agricultural fields from dawn to dusk. To claim Larendt, Corsairs must locate and defeat or chase out all soldiers scattered around the island. Most soldiers work as guards, while others have taken positions with companies overseeing the labor.

The Slave Driver: A man with a whip refuses to allow the Corsairs to free the last of the sweatshop workers.
Status: Open
Description: Log Leader required. The Corsairs must defeat Damian, a fearsome labor camp manager, who will fight back with body puppetry magic that takes control of other's bodies, and a cruel, burning whip.
3-4 participants may take part in this battle.
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QUESTIONS

[vivalamods]

Re: QUESTIONS

[spacetogrow]

How many of these can we participate in?

Re: QUESTIONS

[vivalamods]

You may take part in all four if you wish. 3 and 4 take place on the same day, but the others take place during the month over several days, making it possible to be in all three locations on different days of the month.

GROUP PLANNING

[vivalamods]

SIGN UP FOR THE SLAVE DRIVER

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[heaven_rooted]

Throwing Tau down here.

[bearsperminute]

I'm in as well.

[blessmefather]

I'm guessing we're not getting anyone else at this rate. So I'll step in as log leader and write a starter. Otherwise we can take in one latecomer.

Matt will provide defense at first, with the potential to join the offense once the island is overwhelmingly controlled by the Corsairs, making Damian into a trespasser who can be attacked by god characters protecting Corsair territory.

KIND TO NATURE

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[singlemilletgrain]

Shu never could have been described as shy or demure, exactly. But there is something about 'taking soil samples' and 'seed collection' that brings out the more... forceful side of her. In Dahuang, she was classified - alongside many others - as a Nongye Tianshi. 'Celestial Master of Agriculture.' Little did they know how apt that descriptor was, but even entirely absent any divine intuition or powers, the sheer knowledge of plant life she had collected over thousands of years far outpaced any of the other masters. So it was that she was the overseer of the entire cityplate of Dahuang, unknown to all but the most select few...

"This soil is very acidic..."

A pained expression crosses her face.

"How are we to procure a quantity of liming agents to neutralize such a plot...? Ah, do they wish for miracles? Sir -- it is autumn. Pray, what are you doing with such quantities of bone meal? Return it. Please, I have an assignment. Gather all those who have experience in working the land here." In other words, 'please go away.' "I wish to take samples. Please, space yourselves out in an arrangement like this."

She holds up a large diagram.

"A uniform square across 500 acres of land should suffice for now. Soil samples at a depth of both 6 inches and 12 inches. Do we have any ability to measure electrical conductivity...?"

[theriflespiral]

"A few, but I'm unfamiliar with the use-case." She waves a small electrical ether contact. After last month's... Incident, she'd been removed from combat operations, effective immediately.

Dealing with unexploded bombs and soil conditions, however, seemed perfectly fine!

[singlemilletgrain]

"Ah -- !"

Shu strides over with a beaming expression. "May I...?" And perhaps before Natalia has given permission, she is examining the tool in her hands, turning it around a few times.

"Natalia, I fear I have a most arduous task to request of you. This is not meant to be used on so grand a scale as acres or hectares, so I will not press you too hard. Do what you can. But if you can measure the conductivity of the soil every hundred paces, it would be a great help.

The electrical conductivity, you see, is a combination of the measurement of soil salinity, soil composition, and moisture levels. The modern farmer uses an elaborate system of sensors to create a grid of the whole field; thus she may precisely delineate the correct amounts of fertilizer, aeration, water, and so on and so forth."

[theriflespiral]

"Record every hundred paces the conductivity down to bottom of the probe. Any stops, or just fully inserted probe? And I assume you want a grid, as you mentioned?" She's pulling out a pencil and paper already. "We haven't seeded this already have we? I am, as they say, safe to use if I come across ordinance?"

[singlemilletgrain]

"Whatever you find most convenient." Shu nods. "Any data you may take will be useful. I will interpret it and determine the needs of the soil."

Despite her somewhat strict instructions, she still does not want to ask too much of the Corsairs.

"No. At the moment, we are simply evaluating the status of the land. You can... well, I believe the correct way to deal with stray ordnance is to detonate it safely." She might be wrong.

[theriflespiral]

"Understood." She nods, walking some distance away, feeling the area around her, though her lip twitches slightly as she opens her awareness.

It's... A little later, but not too long, when she turns an unexploded shell into an ice cube containing an unexploded shell and brings it out of the meteor-pocked ground.

A few of the other workers briefly panic, then sigh as it turns out to be a false alarm.

Word's gotten out about why she's not on combat operations anymore, it seems, but regardless, she's continuing to take readings as ordered.

[singlemilletgrain]

In the meantime, after giving various orders to other Corsairs now fanning across the acres of land, Shu has decided to see how Natalia is getting along. One, because she had the most important task. Two, because of... well.

Not that she needed to keep an eye on her, but they had never resolved that last issue, really. Shu comes ambling by on her flying cow in about twenty minutes and alights gently by Natalia.

"How goes the collection? I think I will ride with you, if you do not mind. I will create a table as we go so the raw numbers are less intimidating."

[theriflespiral]

She looks up. Blinks. "oh. I've been..." She shows her notepad. It's a bunch of numbers in three columns, marked unhelpfully in Ursan as N-S, E-W, and READING.

"... This might be a bit harder to read than if I put it on a grid, yes."

[singlemilletgrain]

"Leave it to me," she suggests with a faint hint of a smile. "I've been doing this for many, many years. Actually, truth be told..." She makes a 'hm' sound of enjoyment. "I am very excited. It has been some time since I have had the opportunity to do what I loved."

The underground Vault fields were fine, but quite limited in scope.

[theriflespiral]

"The numbers are in hundreds of paces. Anything marked with an asterisk notes an unexploded bomb near the site. a circled asterisk indicates the bomb has been isolated and contained." There's only one of those so far.

She kneels down and, just as she said, marks out the paces with the next number in the set, dips down the probe, marks the number down.

MOVING UP

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ROOT OUT THE SOLDIERS

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THE SLAVE DRIVER

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cw: mind control, physical and mental torture, friendly fire

[blessmefather]

Damian, the chief overseer of one of the last labor camps that needs freeing, had caught wind of the Corsair takeover of the island. Emergency messages were sent to nearby Imperial air forces, and the sky was starting to become dotted with signs of the Empire's air ships approaching to challenge the Corsairs in the sky. The Corsairs were overwhelming the forces on the ground of Larendt though, leaving the only chance of preventing a takeover to the actions of the Imperial backup in the air, and the few remaining Imps on the ground.

Damian is among those backed into a corner now, and his regular monstrous ways are amplified by his anger. "You'll rue the day you tried to shut down the machine of the Empire!" he yells, cracking his whip in the air. His dark eyes glow with a ghostly white flare and the approaching Corsairs are suddenly charged by the slaves of the camp who had been cowering a minute ago.

Matthias is taken aback by the sound of the stampede for a second, then raises his arms to summon a protective barrier made of dancing plumes of dark clouds, interrupting the charging crowd. Up close, other Corsairs can see the same glow seen in Damian's eyes in the eyes of the slaves, who continue to scratch and throw themselves against the barrier in an attempt to attack.

"Not sure how long I can keep every last one of them out," Matt warns the others. "I sense a large amount of ether in that man. Be careful!"

augh sorry, I forgot to track this log

[heaven_rooted]

"Coward!" Tau growls once he realizes what's happening. "Of course you won't get your own hands dirty! That doesn't change how filthy you are!"

He plucks a twig from a nearby tree, spinning it between his fingers as it elongates into a staff.

"You won't have to," he tells Matt, stooping down to place his hand on the ground. This is his home, and the forest knows him. There's a different, lower rumbling from the ground as suddenly vines begin to come up, ensnaring some of the slaves, binding them as well as they can.

Re: augh sorry, I forgot to track this log

[bearsperminute]

"Guess I'm taking point, then." She cracks her knuckles, makes sure her gloves are secure, and holds some of the slaves in place with her hands until the plants come up to restrain them more properly. She's good for it.