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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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blessmefather: (I honestly)
From: [personal profile] 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

Date: 2025-11-29 06:52 am (UTC)
heaven_rooted: (your mouth makes no sense)
From: [personal profile] 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

Date: 2025-11-29 11:10 pm (UTC)
bearsperminute: (calm)
From: [personal profile] 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.

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