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newmemorywhodisi. Everywhere: Why did the chicken cross the road? (And follow the Hylian)
Link’s not sure when it happened. Or how. But somehow, he seems to have gained…a follower.
Because now, wherever Link goes, there’s frequently a small, feathered creature nearby him. A cucco. Or a ‘chicken’, if he had to use the Imperial word. She was speckled, with white and dark brown feathers. And she keeps following him.
A fact that Link doesn’t seem to know what to make of just yet, judging by the way he keeps stopping to look at her, a faint frown on his face.
ii. The Vault: Magic sword laser go!
For those who live on Flotsam, Link’s practice of his sword forms up on the decks of the ships has become a regular sight. But he's also been spending some time in the Vault, in one of the training rooms just off of the Vault. There, he's been helping train some of the local Corsairs - and also putting some of the Armoury's arms and weaponry to the test.
Today, it's an Ether-powered shield that Link is putting through its paces. It's been strapped to a dummy, and Link faces it with the blade that was stolen back from the Empire: The Sword that Seals the Darkness.
It's a weapon that possesses its own Ethereal power: something which is soon demonstrated when Link aims a swing of the blade in the direction of a dummy holding a metal shield, and laser beam shoots out. The beam spins in the air as it hurls towards the dummy, before striking it in a flash of sparks.
The shield isn’t looking so good. Maybe it needs a little more work.
iii. Flotsam: A flower for a Princess
One day, Link brings home to his little cabin on the dorm boat one small, single blue and white flower.. It’s not the only one of these he has in his possession; within the endless bounds of his Korok-enchanted pack are many.
But this one is growing in a small pot, grown from him by Nephenee. It means that when Link brings it out to decorate his small living space, it’s not going to wilt or die. It’ll keep living.
He places it - carefully, with reverence - on the windowsill of the one, single window he has.
This flower, it's clear, is important. This one means something.
Link’s not sure when it happened. Or how. But somehow, he seems to have gained…a follower.
Because now, wherever Link goes, there’s frequently a small, feathered creature nearby him. A cucco. Or a ‘chicken’, if he had to use the Imperial word. She was speckled, with white and dark brown feathers. And she keeps following him.
A fact that Link doesn’t seem to know what to make of just yet, judging by the way he keeps stopping to look at her, a faint frown on his face.
ii. The Vault: Magic sword laser go!
For those who live on Flotsam, Link’s practice of his sword forms up on the decks of the ships has become a regular sight. But he's also been spending some time in the Vault, in one of the training rooms just off of the Vault. There, he's been helping train some of the local Corsairs - and also putting some of the Armoury's arms and weaponry to the test.
Today, it's an Ether-powered shield that Link is putting through its paces. It's been strapped to a dummy, and Link faces it with the blade that was stolen back from the Empire: The Sword that Seals the Darkness.
It's a weapon that possesses its own Ethereal power: something which is soon demonstrated when Link aims a swing of the blade in the direction of a dummy holding a metal shield, and laser beam shoots out. The beam spins in the air as it hurls towards the dummy, before striking it in a flash of sparks.
The shield isn’t looking so good. Maybe it needs a little more work.
iii. Flotsam: A flower for a Princess
One day, Link brings home to his little cabin on the dorm boat one small, single blue and white flower.. It’s not the only one of these he has in his possession; within the endless bounds of his Korok-enchanted pack are many.
But this one is growing in a small pot, grown from him by Nephenee. It means that when Link brings it out to decorate his small living space, it’s not going to wilt or die. It’ll keep living.
He places it - carefully, with reverence - on the windowsill of the one, single window he has.
This flower, it's clear, is important. This one means something.
002 - A Time to Gain and a Time to Lose
Oct. 23rd, 2024 12:05 ampurplexingTruthfully Hesaeth was not a place that Donnie had been in any particular hurry to return to. So much had happened there, such gains and losses in what he felt was comparatively a short amount of time. He'd had mixed feelings about their abandoning the resources, but he still wouldn't have questioned the decision when they had such dire threats bearing down upon them. Resources could be replaced. Lives could not.
And yet, here he finds himself again. At least he has no intention of poking around what's left of the camp itself, and he and the other Corsairs had made sure that the mines would be inaccessible in the wake of their escape. The Empire would have to start all over again, but for now it seems that they're too busy licking their own wounds after their losses from here and against Flotsam.
Their target is one of two downed ships. It's a wonder what some well-aimed guns can do. The vessel's entirety had listed to one side during its descent, driving itself into the nearby cliff-face until its starboard side had been nearly flattened.
"Considering the load capacity of those ships, I'm willing to bet they've got some decent artillery other than their cannons. Probably didn't think they'd need to pull out anything else," Donnie notes as he observes the site from the rail of their own airship while it circles closer.
The entry point is through the rear loading hatch, which had been partially open perhaps in an attempt to evacuate before the whole ship had tipped over, and after rappelling down from their ship, the real adventure begins. Footing is tricky given the steep angle, ensuring that anything not nailed down or secured has been thrown to the starboard side of the ship. Toppled crates, containers and the equipment meant to move heavy loads make up most of the 'floor' they have to navigate across, as well as some dangling machinery hanging precariously by their loading harnesses.
((OOC: Leaving it open as to whether interested parties want to thread together or individually, whichever is easier/preferred! Also, this is a salvage mission so if there's anything anyone else might be in the market for, let me know!))
And yet, here he finds himself again. At least he has no intention of poking around what's left of the camp itself, and he and the other Corsairs had made sure that the mines would be inaccessible in the wake of their escape. The Empire would have to start all over again, but for now it seems that they're too busy licking their own wounds after their losses from here and against Flotsam.
Their target is one of two downed ships. It's a wonder what some well-aimed guns can do. The vessel's entirety had listed to one side during its descent, driving itself into the nearby cliff-face until its starboard side had been nearly flattened.
"Considering the load capacity of those ships, I'm willing to bet they've got some decent artillery other than their cannons. Probably didn't think they'd need to pull out anything else," Donnie notes as he observes the site from the rail of their own airship while it circles closer.
The entry point is through the rear loading hatch, which had been partially open perhaps in an attempt to evacuate before the whole ship had tipped over, and after rappelling down from their ship, the real adventure begins. Footing is tricky given the steep angle, ensuring that anything not nailed down or secured has been thrown to the starboard side of the ship. Toppled crates, containers and the equipment meant to move heavy loads make up most of the 'floor' they have to navigate across, as well as some dangling machinery hanging precariously by their loading harnesses.
((OOC: Leaving it open as to whether interested parties want to thread together or individually, whichever is easier/preferred! Also, this is a salvage mission so if there's anything anyone else might be in the market for, let me know!))
03 - Bones in the Ocean
Oct. 20th, 2024 04:33 pmfreearcadiaThe Ocarina of Space [Flotsam]
A few days after Flotsam had docked in their new holdings and people had time to process the funeral, life wasn't back to normal, but people are starting to get back to the rhythm of life.
It was late at night near the ship docks, a perfect place for someone restless to wander to if they didn't feel like staying indoors, or in a mood to be among the cheer of the many taverns. At the docks there was only the sound of creaking wood, ropes and sails fluttering in the wind...
And a lone ocarina being played, it seems at least one other person is taking the time out to be alone under the stars.
When sensing the approach of another person, Harlock doesn't immediately stop - only moving to address the person who stumbled on him when he finished - unless they interrupt him.
Guns 101 [Vault]
Out of the different places, the vault has the best place to test weapons in Harlock's opinion. With a clear warning sign posted outside that such a test is in session, the pirate is test-firing a gun that he had pulled out of the salvage after it's been inspected and repaired. He alternates between firing it in his left hand, right hand, or with both hands at the targets, his stance quite firm, as if he's expecting more kickback than what he is actually receiving.
Once he felt he had enough of target practices, he reaches up and removes the plugs from his ears. "Hmm... grip is rather thick, might be good to file it down," He mused out loud as he walks to inspect the targets, assessing how accurate his shots were. "Not bad for something that's been underwater..."
Wildcard!
Harlock is restless and is taking advantage of the ability to go from place to place, he could be found among the rigging of ships in Flotsam, buried nose-deep in a book in the vault's library, or asking a scientist to help him translate scientific vernacular from his native tongue to the local language, or more rarely he is in Elysium, mostly people watching under a hood.
A few days after Flotsam had docked in their new holdings and people had time to process the funeral, life wasn't back to normal, but people are starting to get back to the rhythm of life.
It was late at night near the ship docks, a perfect place for someone restless to wander to if they didn't feel like staying indoors, or in a mood to be among the cheer of the many taverns. At the docks there was only the sound of creaking wood, ropes and sails fluttering in the wind...
And a lone ocarina being played, it seems at least one other person is taking the time out to be alone under the stars.
When sensing the approach of another person, Harlock doesn't immediately stop - only moving to address the person who stumbled on him when he finished - unless they interrupt him.
Guns 101 [Vault]
Out of the different places, the vault has the best place to test weapons in Harlock's opinion. With a clear warning sign posted outside that such a test is in session, the pirate is test-firing a gun that he had pulled out of the salvage after it's been inspected and repaired. He alternates between firing it in his left hand, right hand, or with both hands at the targets, his stance quite firm, as if he's expecting more kickback than what he is actually receiving.
Once he felt he had enough of target practices, he reaches up and removes the plugs from his ears. "Hmm... grip is rather thick, might be good to file it down," He mused out loud as he walks to inspect the targets, assessing how accurate his shots were. "Not bad for something that's been underwater..."
Wildcard!
Harlock is restless and is taking advantage of the ability to go from place to place, he could be found among the rigging of ships in Flotsam, buried nose-deep in a book in the vault's library, or asking a scientist to help him translate scientific vernacular from his native tongue to the local language, or more rarely he is in Elysium, mostly people watching under a hood.
Quest 05 [Player plot, closed]
Oct. 13th, 2024 03:20 pmnewmemorywhodisThe home and mansion of Lord Willoughby Wigglesworth Pinkerton the Third is ostentatious and sprawling. For those who hail from certain worlds, the architecture bears more than a passing resemblance to a certain British Museum. However, the inside is far more…tacky.
This is the home of a man who has wealth, power, and a certain amount of obsession with appearing worldly and ‘cultured’. The personal belongings of Servants and members of disadvantaged local minorities are mere curiosities and things to be possessed, to be owned, to be controlled.
Lord Willoughby Wigglesworth Pinkerton the Third - known by many who despise him as Lord Pimpersnoodle - is the kind of man who sends his lackeys to steal, to grave-rob, and desecrate. All to build his own collection. This, from the rumours and information from sympathetic staff on the inside, the gathered Corsairs know.
They also know that some of the items the Lord has appropriated are ones rather more…personal in nature. A divine sword. A spell focus. A mysterious gem.
Their mission: to retrieve those items, and make Lord Pimpersnoodle regret having ever taken them in the first place.
This is the home of a man who has wealth, power, and a certain amount of obsession with appearing worldly and ‘cultured’. The personal belongings of Servants and members of disadvantaged local minorities are mere curiosities and things to be possessed, to be owned, to be controlled.
Lord Willoughby Wigglesworth Pinkerton the Third - known by many who despise him as Lord Pimpersnoodle - is the kind of man who sends his lackeys to steal, to grave-rob, and desecrate. All to build his own collection. This, from the rumours and information from sympathetic staff on the inside, the gathered Corsairs know.
They also know that some of the items the Lord has appropriated are ones rather more…personal in nature. A divine sword. A spell focus. A mysterious gem.
Their mission: to retrieve those items, and make Lord Pimpersnoodle regret having ever taken them in the first place.
Quest 04 (Open + Closed)
Oct. 6th, 2024 12:07 pmnewmemorywhodis( i. The joy of cooking lizards and frogs [Open] )
( ii. More ingredients. MORE! [closed to Nephenee, Donnie, Shu] )
( iii. A visit to the apothecary, because maybe Link should share sometimes [Closed to Maomao] )
( iv. These lizards won’t breed themselves [Closed to Ilphyl] )
( v. Bees, bugs and butterflies [Closed to Iren] )
( ii. More ingredients. MORE! [closed to Nephenee, Donnie, Shu] )
( iii. A visit to the apothecary, because maybe Link should share sometimes [Closed to Maomao] )
( iv. These lizards won’t breed themselves [Closed to Ilphyl] )
( v. Bees, bugs and butterflies [Closed to Iren] )
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Oct. 3rd, 2024 05:34 pmthirdtenkaistarA. Dirty Jobs [Elysium]
Despite the attack on the Corsair stronghold, it seems like it is business as usual in Elysium. Anyone who either is stationed in Elysium or have to be there on business may recognize Thomas from his trips to the Vault or on the network. He is following after a somewhat short brown-haired human man with a sour expression and a level of haughtiness that only a noble could possess. Thomas on his part is walking quickly, his hands constantly moving to write things down, shoulders hunched up, eyes darting constantly, and when he spots a fellow member of the Corsairs, he shook his head quickly, trying to ward them off from approaching him.
The man's voice carries as he speaks, clear and brusque. "Note the recent acquisitions in Elysium, I suspect certain people will have the gall to blackmail their betters, or worse blackmail peers! The coffee house near the Hall of Enlightenment, have you learned of who bought it?"
"Yes, Lord Tarquin. A Simone Wyatt is on the de... deed, but it is a proxy name, Lady D-de-de-deidre Savidge is the real owner of the..." Thomas pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing, speaking slowly. "Dancing Drop."
The man pauses, turning to look directly at the young man, the sour look deepens. "Thomas, do work on that wretched stutter. No one will take you seriously. Thank the Divine that stutter doesn't carry to your penmanship."
"...Yes sir." Thomas' voice was barely a whisper as he lowers his head. "I will work on it."
"Good boy." The noble nods sharply. "Really, a stutter would make it look like I have taken leave of my senses and decide to have bumpkin for a... secretary. And stand up straight! Now boy, keep tabs on Savidge's land purchases - that wretched hen is up to something, and I aim to pull the rug out from under her. By the by, what time is it?"
"Half past three, Lord Tarquin - you have a... private appointment at quarter past four."
"Then I need to ready. You're excused for now - meet me back at the ship at five and make sure that the crew will have dinner set out." With that, Tarquin Lowma turns on his heel and disappear into the crowd.
Once the man is out of earshot, Thomas let out a groan of frustration as he buries his face in the notebook. "Uuuuggh...."
Flyby Flyers [Elysium]
At night, the city bustles, more people on the streets, and spilling out of dens of vices, but the throng of people meant that it is easier to get lost in a crowd.
A short figure in a cloak - not an uncommon sight given the amount of gallants, priests, and nobles not wanting to be publicly seen engaging in certain vices - lingers along the walls in the side streets and residential districts, pausing only long enough to leave a flyer - a map of the lands surrounding the city with big red Xes in certain spots.
The cloaked figure pauses and look around, as if expecting to be chased, darting quickly when he places he flyer up, this is a rather curious behavior - but will it warrant investigation?
Food for the Soul [Flotsam]
The mood was much more somber in Flotsam, and while he had been kept away from the flood of paperwork that spilled into the offices of the Empire, he managed to secure some time off his main job to get to Flotsam. He could be found either in the infirmary - a bell-like chime ringing in the air as green wisps surround him and the ailing corsair that he is healing.
Or he is in the kitchens of the mess hall, fussing over a very aromatic stewpot or helping to serve this dish over beans or stewed meats, often striking up conversations with children, trying to lift their spirits.
Whether he's in the mess or infirmary, he is rather subdued and pale with worry - and guilt. "Is there anything else I can do to help?" He would ask, he has to keep doing something.
D Wildcard
(bring your own ideas)
Despite the attack on the Corsair stronghold, it seems like it is business as usual in Elysium. Anyone who either is stationed in Elysium or have to be there on business may recognize Thomas from his trips to the Vault or on the network. He is following after a somewhat short brown-haired human man with a sour expression and a level of haughtiness that only a noble could possess. Thomas on his part is walking quickly, his hands constantly moving to write things down, shoulders hunched up, eyes darting constantly, and when he spots a fellow member of the Corsairs, he shook his head quickly, trying to ward them off from approaching him.
The man's voice carries as he speaks, clear and brusque. "Note the recent acquisitions in Elysium, I suspect certain people will have the gall to blackmail their betters, or worse blackmail peers! The coffee house near the Hall of Enlightenment, have you learned of who bought it?"
"Yes, Lord Tarquin. A Simone Wyatt is on the de... deed, but it is a proxy name, Lady D-de-de-deidre Savidge is the real owner of the..." Thomas pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing, speaking slowly. "Dancing Drop."
The man pauses, turning to look directly at the young man, the sour look deepens. "Thomas, do work on that wretched stutter. No one will take you seriously. Thank the Divine that stutter doesn't carry to your penmanship."
"...Yes sir." Thomas' voice was barely a whisper as he lowers his head. "I will work on it."
"Good boy." The noble nods sharply. "Really, a stutter would make it look like I have taken leave of my senses and decide to have bumpkin for a... secretary. And stand up straight! Now boy, keep tabs on Savidge's land purchases - that wretched hen is up to something, and I aim to pull the rug out from under her. By the by, what time is it?"
"Half past three, Lord Tarquin - you have a... private appointment at quarter past four."
"Then I need to ready. You're excused for now - meet me back at the ship at five and make sure that the crew will have dinner set out." With that, Tarquin Lowma turns on his heel and disappear into the crowd.
Once the man is out of earshot, Thomas let out a groan of frustration as he buries his face in the notebook. "Uuuuggh...."
Flyby Flyers [Elysium]
At night, the city bustles, more people on the streets, and spilling out of dens of vices, but the throng of people meant that it is easier to get lost in a crowd.
A short figure in a cloak - not an uncommon sight given the amount of gallants, priests, and nobles not wanting to be publicly seen engaging in certain vices - lingers along the walls in the side streets and residential districts, pausing only long enough to leave a flyer - a map of the lands surrounding the city with big red Xes in certain spots.
The cloaked figure pauses and look around, as if expecting to be chased, darting quickly when he places he flyer up, this is a rather curious behavior - but will it warrant investigation?
Food for the Soul [Flotsam]
The mood was much more somber in Flotsam, and while he had been kept away from the flood of paperwork that spilled into the offices of the Empire, he managed to secure some time off his main job to get to Flotsam. He could be found either in the infirmary - a bell-like chime ringing in the air as green wisps surround him and the ailing corsair that he is healing.
Or he is in the kitchens of the mess hall, fussing over a very aromatic stewpot or helping to serve this dish over beans or stewed meats, often striking up conversations with children, trying to lift their spirits.
Whether he's in the mess or infirmary, he is rather subdued and pale with worry - and guilt. "Is there anything else I can do to help?" He would ask, he has to keep doing something.
D Wildcard
(bring your own ideas)
Player Plot: How to Get Away With Moo-der
Oct. 1st, 2024 10:20 pmsinglemilletgrainWho: Shu, cows, and you
What: Udder cowtastrophe
Where: Farmlands outside of Elysium
When: Mid-month
Warnings: Animal cruelty
( As the farmer plods away to resume tending his fields, Shu shakes her head with a frown and addresses her companion. )
What: Udder cowtastrophe
Where: Farmlands outside of Elysium
When: Mid-month
Warnings: Animal cruelty
( As the farmer plods away to resume tending his fields, Shu shakes her head with a frown and addresses her companion. )
Salvaging - it's kind of like Piracy?
Sep. 8th, 2024 11:08 amfreearcadiaWho: Harlock, Link, And Nephenee
What: Salvaging
Where: Out in the sea
When: Shortly after the end of the ship battle.
Warnings: Possible violence, the dangers of water salvage,
( The human mind delights in grand conceptions of supernatural beings. And the sea is precisely their best vehicle )
What: Salvaging
Where: Out in the sea
When: Shortly after the end of the ship battle.
Warnings: Possible violence, the dangers of water salvage,
( The human mind delights in grand conceptions of supernatural beings. And the sea is precisely their best vehicle )
Quest 03 (Open)
Sep. 8th, 2024 07:46 pmnewmemorywhodisi. Vault Library: Over 100 years old and still not too old for picture books
Usually, Link is quite comfortable in libraries. Even if he’s not particularly academic himself, he’s spent more than enough time in them with Zelda. And he does always like a good novel. (Especially Romance. And Mystery. And most especially any book that was both at the same time.)
And yet, in the library he’s…less comfortable. Namely because he can’t actually read any of the books here. But his inability to read Imperial is exactly the problem he’s here to fix.
So now Link is curled up in a big comfy chair, frowning faintly at the picture book held in his hands. On the cover is a cute cartoon flying ship, and the title, A is for Airship.
ii. Vault Academy: Behold the unholy desk-shield
Link had ended up in the Academy’s basic ether training classes the same way he usually found himself in this sort of thing: by wandering around the place, opening doors to see what was behind them, and then shamelessly sticking around when he found himself in the middle of a lecture.
He hadn’t really expected anything to come from the basic Ether training class he found himself gatecrashing. Magic had never really been Link’s forte, after all. Any magical ability he’d possessed had usually come from someone else.
And yet…at the end of the lesson, something clicked. Something familiar, that he’d thought had been gone forever. Almost without thinking, he pulls his shield from his back. Puts it on his right hand, while reaching out with his right towards one of the classroom desks.
His right arm flickers, and it’s like there’s a ghostly shadow of another arm laid over his own. One with clawed nails and odd geometric bands encircling it, and that glows a bright green.
Then Link pulls...and suddenly, the table has shrunk - and attached to Link’s shield.
“Ha!” He cries.
iii. Flotsam deck: Advanced fish murder
Now that Link's mysteriously managed to regain the Fuse ability - and also his stash of shock fruit - there's only one thing to do.
Immediately start using it to really rake in the fish.
He starts on the deck of one of the fishing boats. Looks down into the water. And then when he spots a passing school of fish...draws his bow, pulls a shock fruit out of his back, and then attaches the fruit to the end of his arrow in a flash of green light.
When he lets the arrow loose, the water crackles with electrical energy! ...And a whole bunch of very dead fish start floating to the surface.
Time to jump in and start collecting!
iv. Flotsam kitchen: Pizza party [locked to Donnie]
Link wasn’t picky about foods: he liked all of them, practically in equal measure. But sometimes, he was in the mood for something specific.
Right now, that something was pizza.
Having given most of his Tabantha wheat to Shu, and not having much Hateno cheese in his pack, Link had substituted both for local ingredients. But the star of the show - the Hylian tomatoes - were straight from home.
And now is the moment of truth, when Link opened the oven and revealed his creation. Fresh and steaming hot, he pulls out a delicious Hylian tomato pizza.
Usually, Link is quite comfortable in libraries. Even if he’s not particularly academic himself, he’s spent more than enough time in them with Zelda. And he does always like a good novel. (Especially Romance. And Mystery. And most especially any book that was both at the same time.)
And yet, in the library he’s…less comfortable. Namely because he can’t actually read any of the books here. But his inability to read Imperial is exactly the problem he’s here to fix.
So now Link is curled up in a big comfy chair, frowning faintly at the picture book held in his hands. On the cover is a cute cartoon flying ship, and the title, A is for Airship.
ii. Vault Academy: Behold the unholy desk-shield
Link had ended up in the Academy’s basic ether training classes the same way he usually found himself in this sort of thing: by wandering around the place, opening doors to see what was behind them, and then shamelessly sticking around when he found himself in the middle of a lecture.
He hadn’t really expected anything to come from the basic Ether training class he found himself gatecrashing. Magic had never really been Link’s forte, after all. Any magical ability he’d possessed had usually come from someone else.
And yet…at the end of the lesson, something clicked. Something familiar, that he’d thought had been gone forever. Almost without thinking, he pulls his shield from his back. Puts it on his right hand, while reaching out with his right towards one of the classroom desks.
His right arm flickers, and it’s like there’s a ghostly shadow of another arm laid over his own. One with clawed nails and odd geometric bands encircling it, and that glows a bright green.
Then Link pulls...and suddenly, the table has shrunk - and attached to Link’s shield.
“Ha!” He cries.
iii. Flotsam deck: Advanced fish murder
Now that Link's mysteriously managed to regain the Fuse ability - and also his stash of shock fruit - there's only one thing to do.
Immediately start using it to really rake in the fish.
He starts on the deck of one of the fishing boats. Looks down into the water. And then when he spots a passing school of fish...draws his bow, pulls a shock fruit out of his back, and then attaches the fruit to the end of his arrow in a flash of green light.
When he lets the arrow loose, the water crackles with electrical energy! ...And a whole bunch of very dead fish start floating to the surface.
Time to jump in and start collecting!
iv. Flotsam kitchen: Pizza party [locked to Donnie]
Link wasn’t picky about foods: he liked all of them, practically in equal measure. But sometimes, he was in the mood for something specific.
Right now, that something was pizza.
Having given most of his Tabantha wheat to Shu, and not having much Hateno cheese in his pack, Link had substituted both for local ingredients. But the star of the show - the Hylian tomatoes - were straight from home.
And now is the moment of truth, when Link opened the oven and revealed his creation. Fresh and steaming hot, he pulls out a delicious Hylian tomato pizza.
lightnovelexperiences1 - Elysium - Seven Winds Spa
A storefront on Brimstone Avenue of Elysium recently opened to little fanfare, but soon attracts some attention for the novelty: a bathhouse and health spa called the Seven Winds Health and Beauty Spa. After a brisk shower one can enjoy a hot spring, a cold bath, mineral water, tea and a healthy snack - and the attention of a masseur or masseuse, rubbing away your aches and fatigue, trimming nails and exfoliating skin, and keeping up pleasant and soothing chatter.
Listening to the middle management of the Empire gripe about their jobs without judgement.
Because every last worker for the Spa is a Crimson Corsair, and the place is in the business of gathering intel from those middle managers. It has a secondary purpose as exactly what it appears to be, of course, and if a corsair wants to make use of the bath or reserve a massage or a mani/pedi, the proprietor - one Deedee Yeowoo - may be the one to provide that for them.
2 - The Vault - Training Room
It's time, with news of war on the horizon, for Deedee to start keeping up her practice. Her style of martial arts has something in common with kenpo and something in common with the acrobatics of wing chun, enhanced with wind magic that adds considerable knockback to her blows and speed to her movements.
She's willing to practice with spear or staff, or unarmed, with anyone willing to fight with her - though she's particularly interested in duels where magic is on the table.
3 - Wildcard
There are other things she could be doing, though she mostly stays in Elysium for it. What else might you ask of her?
A storefront on Brimstone Avenue of Elysium recently opened to little fanfare, but soon attracts some attention for the novelty: a bathhouse and health spa called the Seven Winds Health and Beauty Spa. After a brisk shower one can enjoy a hot spring, a cold bath, mineral water, tea and a healthy snack - and the attention of a masseur or masseuse, rubbing away your aches and fatigue, trimming nails and exfoliating skin, and keeping up pleasant and soothing chatter.
Listening to the middle management of the Empire gripe about their jobs without judgement.
Because every last worker for the Spa is a Crimson Corsair, and the place is in the business of gathering intel from those middle managers. It has a secondary purpose as exactly what it appears to be, of course, and if a corsair wants to make use of the bath or reserve a massage or a mani/pedi, the proprietor - one Deedee Yeowoo - may be the one to provide that for them.
2 - The Vault - Training Room
It's time, with news of war on the horizon, for Deedee to start keeping up her practice. Her style of martial arts has something in common with kenpo and something in common with the acrobatics of wing chun, enhanced with wind magic that adds considerable knockback to her blows and speed to her movements.
She's willing to practice with spear or staff, or unarmed, with anyone willing to fight with her - though she's particularly interested in duels where magic is on the table.
3 - Wildcard
There are other things she could be doing, though she mostly stays in Elysium for it. What else might you ask of her?
甲辰 002: 處暑 [Throughout September]
Sep. 1st, 2024 08:50 pmsinglemilletgrain♪ Ti o o beh lok ho
Ah gung nag gia di tau beh gut o ♪
1: Seeds [Early September]
In a conical hat and durable overalls, she checks her setup, knots the ropes attaching the plow one last time, and gives her docile oxen an affectionate pat between the horns.
"He Sheng. Xiao Man. Let's do a good job today."
As she guides her oxen through the underground fields of Vault, she gazes upwards at the jagged, rocky ceiling of the Vault settlement and briefly contemplates with a faint frown. There was no way that the plants in these fields were getting all the sunlight they needed to grow properly. But she had ideas. For now, she could just be thankful she wouldn't get too sweaty.
Supremely self-unconscious, it isn't long in the day before she is comfortable enough to start idly singing, her clear and vibrant voice ringing out through the vast fields even as she works.
♪ Gut ah gut gut ah gut
gut diu ji bui suan liu go ♪
♪ yi ya he to jin jia cu bi
2: Light [Mid September]
Some weirdos are on 50 foot tall scaffolding doing something to the ceiling of the Vault. Below, two oxen meander around in circles, occasionally lowing in faint concern. The plowed and sown fields are growing miraculously quickly. September was the wrong month to sow wheat altogether, and yet an acre of rapidly growing buds are sprouting up as far as the eye can see.
Currently, Shu is clinging to the roof of the cavern in an enormously precarious situation, her tail wrapped around the scaffolding to keep her secure as she drills something into the rock. A young man near her is holding some blueprints and a whole heap of strange looking materials.
"The real problem is the unpredictability. Our efforts will go to waste if the equipment is damaged by a stray blast. If only we could find a way to protect the above-ground harvesting system... Ah! Tch, I dropped it. Well, let's take a break. Thank you for your time today."
The man gives a curt nod before descending the ladder while Shu sits cross-legged on her giant scaffold in the middle of a field and muses.
3: Harvest [Late September]
There is no possible way this field could already be yielding dividends. And yet it is, and Shu is patiently, single-handedly cutting down her crops that reach higher than her head, still hum-singing her song. The oxen now are familiar sights around Vault as Shu takes a ride on one whenever she needs to get anywhere particularly distant with groceries or other deliveries. They don't help, but they are cute, which is emotional help. This matters significantly more.
Anyone who approaches will be met with a beckoning hand or a distant call, depending on how far away they are.
"Hello! You are the help I advertised for?"
Regardless of the answer, a burlap sack and a sickle are thrust into their hands, because it is clear Shu is not listening. "Start here with me, and I'll show you what to do."
Ti o o, o o... ♪
Ah gung nag gia di tau beh gut o ♪
1: Seeds [Early September]
In a conical hat and durable overalls, she checks her setup, knots the ropes attaching the plow one last time, and gives her docile oxen an affectionate pat between the horns.
"He Sheng. Xiao Man. Let's do a good job today."
As she guides her oxen through the underground fields of Vault, she gazes upwards at the jagged, rocky ceiling of the Vault settlement and briefly contemplates with a faint frown. There was no way that the plants in these fields were getting all the sunlight they needed to grow properly. But she had ideas. For now, she could just be thankful she wouldn't get too sweaty.
Supremely self-unconscious, it isn't long in the day before she is comfortable enough to start idly singing, her clear and vibrant voice ringing out through the vast fields even as she works.
♪ Gut ah gut gut ah gut
gut diu ji bui suan liu go ♪
♪ yi ya he to jin jia cu bi
2: Light [Mid September]
Some weirdos are on 50 foot tall scaffolding doing something to the ceiling of the Vault. Below, two oxen meander around in circles, occasionally lowing in faint concern. The plowed and sown fields are growing miraculously quickly. September was the wrong month to sow wheat altogether, and yet an acre of rapidly growing buds are sprouting up as far as the eye can see.
Currently, Shu is clinging to the roof of the cavern in an enormously precarious situation, her tail wrapped around the scaffolding to keep her secure as she drills something into the rock. A young man near her is holding some blueprints and a whole heap of strange looking materials.
"The real problem is the unpredictability. Our efforts will go to waste if the equipment is damaged by a stray blast. If only we could find a way to protect the above-ground harvesting system... Ah! Tch, I dropped it. Well, let's take a break. Thank you for your time today."
The man gives a curt nod before descending the ladder while Shu sits cross-legged on her giant scaffold in the middle of a field and muses.
3: Harvest [Late September]
There is no possible way this field could already be yielding dividends. And yet it is, and Shu is patiently, single-handedly cutting down her crops that reach higher than her head, still hum-singing her song. The oxen now are familiar sights around Vault as Shu takes a ride on one whenever she needs to get anywhere particularly distant with groceries or other deliveries. They don't help, but they are cute, which is emotional help. This matters significantly more.
Anyone who approaches will be met with a beckoning hand or a distant call, depending on how far away they are.
"Hello! You are the help I advertised for?"
Regardless of the answer, a burlap sack and a sickle are thrust into their hands, because it is clear Shu is not listening. "Start here with me, and I'll show you what to do."
Ti o o, o o... ♪
tisfinished01: Smoke Em If You Got Em (ft Link)
The latest catch of seafood was abundant and the clear if cold weather on the local islands amenable: Senshi is going to smoke herring, cod and salmon, both as a practical way to extend the Fleet’s rations and to satisfy the curiosity of that adept fisherman Link at his request.
He’s already placed inch-thick fillets into barrels with water, salt, molasses, herbs and lemon slices, and is gathering the right kind of aromatic wood for the job - fist sized chunks of dry cherry, oak and applewood. The smokers, each larger than Senshi, squat in a protective layer of gravel.
“Alright, then,” he says. “Curious about how to smoke fish?”
02: Axes of the Dwarves
For all that he insists he is better in the back keeping everyone fed, Senshi has heard the rumblings of an Imp counterattack and knows he will have to defend himself. It’s not often you see the dwarf in the training halls and dojos of Flotsam, but he’s here now, practicing with his cleaver, his adamant shield/wok… and a bearded axe of simple construction, with a spike on the top and a hammer head in the back.
His expression and demeanor are uncharacteristically grim.
“Do folks need a sparring partner?” he’ll ask.
03: Where Everybody Knows Your Name
And, of course, there are always mouths to feed. But there’s a tension Senshi can’t quite rid himself of even as he works the job he loves so well, serving soup and small beer to all and sundry.
He serves himself last, and eats much more slowly than usual, staring into his drink. It’s clear that sonething weighty is on his mind.
The latest catch of seafood was abundant and the clear if cold weather on the local islands amenable: Senshi is going to smoke herring, cod and salmon, both as a practical way to extend the Fleet’s rations and to satisfy the curiosity of that adept fisherman Link at his request.
He’s already placed inch-thick fillets into barrels with water, salt, molasses, herbs and lemon slices, and is gathering the right kind of aromatic wood for the job - fist sized chunks of dry cherry, oak and applewood. The smokers, each larger than Senshi, squat in a protective layer of gravel.
“Alright, then,” he says. “Curious about how to smoke fish?”
02: Axes of the Dwarves
For all that he insists he is better in the back keeping everyone fed, Senshi has heard the rumblings of an Imp counterattack and knows he will have to defend himself. It’s not often you see the dwarf in the training halls and dojos of Flotsam, but he’s here now, practicing with his cleaver, his adamant shield/wok… and a bearded axe of simple construction, with a spike on the top and a hammer head in the back.
His expression and demeanor are uncharacteristically grim.
“Do folks need a sparring partner?” he’ll ask.
03: Where Everybody Knows Your Name
And, of course, there are always mouths to feed. But there’s a tension Senshi can’t quite rid himself of even as he works the job he loves so well, serving soup and small beer to all and sundry.
He serves himself last, and eats much more slowly than usual, staring into his drink. It’s clear that sonething weighty is on his mind.
purplexingI. The Armory
Donnie hasn't talked about the last mission. He hasn't talked much to anyone. Not entirely strange, but then nor is his preoccupation with work. At the moment he's taking a break from fixing up the armors that had been acquired during the taking of Hesaeth, working instead on more personal weapons. Or in this case, repairing them.
His staff is in pieces. Normally it collapses into something discreet enough to carry, but some of those pieces have very obvious indentations, damage sustained from the encounter with Lord Gundhir's son. The turtlekin picks up one of the cylindrical segments, holding it up in closer inspection. Repairing it would be possible although he'd likely have to reforge some pieces, but what good would it be if it would still essentially break under pressure?
...
Pushing aside an errant thought, Donnie sets the piece down, pulling out his notebook and a folded sheet of paper from within, flattening it out. The original designs for his collapsible staff, and extra notations for other additions to it. It still needs to be sturdier, but lighter too, especially if he plans to include more capabilities.
He doesn't look up at whoever approaches, only barely hearing the footsteps thanks to the mufflers he always tends to wear, especially down here where there's just so much noise. "Hey, know if there's any scrap titanium I can use?"
II. Subterranean Farms
Tucked away from the main fields and nestled in a smallish nook along the carved out walls, the little garden can easily be overlooked if one isn't paying attention to the strange, spiraling growth of vines dotted with small purple flowers that have started to crawl along the edges of the rock there. That's as far as Donnie's allowed them to grow, always taking care to trim them back before they can get out of hand.
He's rigged his own little light source here, simultaneously taking advantage of where crevices throw shadows across the space to allow for all kinds of plants to be cultivated. At a glance they're definitely more of a decorative sort than to be used for food, but he wouldn't advise eating most of these anyway. There are many flowers and herbs, and even a few types of fungi that grow within the natural rock 'shelves' of the flanking walls.
The turtlekin can be found tending to his beloved plants, removing any dead leaves, carefully watering the flowerbeds or tilling a patch of dirt in preparation for planting something new.
III. The Library
The library's become as much of a retreat as any, and in particular Donnie liked to hide away here because of how much quieter it is compared to other areas of the Vault.
He had come here to do some research but the peacefulness of the area paired with poor sleep has managed to lull him into an unscheduled naptime. Hopefully you didn't need that book he's currently using as a pillow, but be forewarned; he's a drooler.
Donnie hasn't talked about the last mission. He hasn't talked much to anyone. Not entirely strange, but then nor is his preoccupation with work. At the moment he's taking a break from fixing up the armors that had been acquired during the taking of Hesaeth, working instead on more personal weapons. Or in this case, repairing them.
His staff is in pieces. Normally it collapses into something discreet enough to carry, but some of those pieces have very obvious indentations, damage sustained from the encounter with Lord Gundhir's son. The turtlekin picks up one of the cylindrical segments, holding it up in closer inspection. Repairing it would be possible although he'd likely have to reforge some pieces, but what good would it be if it would still essentially break under pressure?
...
Pushing aside an errant thought, Donnie sets the piece down, pulling out his notebook and a folded sheet of paper from within, flattening it out. The original designs for his collapsible staff, and extra notations for other additions to it. It still needs to be sturdier, but lighter too, especially if he plans to include more capabilities.
He doesn't look up at whoever approaches, only barely hearing the footsteps thanks to the mufflers he always tends to wear, especially down here where there's just so much noise. "Hey, know if there's any scrap titanium I can use?"
II. Subterranean Farms
Tucked away from the main fields and nestled in a smallish nook along the carved out walls, the little garden can easily be overlooked if one isn't paying attention to the strange, spiraling growth of vines dotted with small purple flowers that have started to crawl along the edges of the rock there. That's as far as Donnie's allowed them to grow, always taking care to trim them back before they can get out of hand.
He's rigged his own little light source here, simultaneously taking advantage of where crevices throw shadows across the space to allow for all kinds of plants to be cultivated. At a glance they're definitely more of a decorative sort than to be used for food, but he wouldn't advise eating most of these anyway. There are many flowers and herbs, and even a few types of fungi that grow within the natural rock 'shelves' of the flanking walls.
The turtlekin can be found tending to his beloved plants, removing any dead leaves, carefully watering the flowerbeds or tilling a patch of dirt in preparation for planting something new.
III. The Library
The library's become as much of a retreat as any, and in particular Donnie liked to hide away here because of how much quieter it is compared to other areas of the Vault.
He had come here to do some research but the peacefulness of the area paired with poor sleep has managed to lull him into an unscheduled naptime. Hopefully you didn't need that book he's currently using as a pillow, but be forewarned; he's a drooler.
first adventure
Aug. 13th, 2024 09:07 amxenovoreHunting Horrors [Elysium]
CW: Spiders.
Laios might be a resident of Flotsam, but when the festivals of waning summer come around Laios is using his shore leave not for boat races or fishing contests, but to travel to Elysium to participate in the hunt. The monster hunt, which Laios is very starry eyed about. Honestly he's not even thinking about winning; he's just eager to have this opportunity to potentially see some cool monsters! Sea serpents and their like rarely swim up to Flotsam after all.
This particular patch of Elysium forest is disappointingly monster-free so far, however, with only large, sticky spider webs hanging raggedly from the trees overhead to tell someone there used to be a bunch of giant spiders in the area before some earlier hunters picked them off.
Laios picks his way through the webbing, and then spots something interesting under one of the larger trees. Splattered across the grass is a patch of some dark, semi-liquid substance. Laios goes to crouch near it and tentatively sniffs. It has an acrid scent, and squishes when Laios pokes it with his sword.
He looks over to his companion, smiling. "Isn't this neat? Giant spiders means giant frass."
Sea Squall [Flotsam]
It's a particularly hot, lazy day when Laios is back working on The Brave Boar, for a given value of working; the ship is tidy enough that Laios was left taskless, so he'd escaped to the deck with scrap paper and charcoal to try drawing some of the monsters he'd seen during the hunt.
He'd been so absorbed in it that he hadn't really registered the change in the lighting, nor looked up to see how the clouds in the sky were building. But the rest of the crew had, and recognized the signs of an incoming storm. And all too soon Laios was looking up, bewildered, as the deck suddenly was crawling with people.
There's a lot to do to keep a ship safe when a storm's on the way, and every sailor has a part to play. In Laios's case, he's being tasked with helping with the rigging-
"Whuff!"
-or at least, so he assumes from the rope a boatswain tosses him before he can so much as blink. A moment later that boatswain tosses another rope to a person nearby, and barks some orders at the both of them before stalking off to the next set of seamen.
Laios takes a moment to process, then turns to his companion. "Come on, then," he says. "I think we'd better get this done quick."
(Though he says this, he does crouch to quickly stuff his drawings and charcoal into his coat.)
CW: Spiders.
Laios might be a resident of Flotsam, but when the festivals of waning summer come around Laios is using his shore leave not for boat races or fishing contests, but to travel to Elysium to participate in the hunt. The monster hunt, which Laios is very starry eyed about. Honestly he's not even thinking about winning; he's just eager to have this opportunity to potentially see some cool monsters! Sea serpents and their like rarely swim up to Flotsam after all.
This particular patch of Elysium forest is disappointingly monster-free so far, however, with only large, sticky spider webs hanging raggedly from the trees overhead to tell someone there used to be a bunch of giant spiders in the area before some earlier hunters picked them off.
Laios picks his way through the webbing, and then spots something interesting under one of the larger trees. Splattered across the grass is a patch of some dark, semi-liquid substance. Laios goes to crouch near it and tentatively sniffs. It has an acrid scent, and squishes when Laios pokes it with his sword.
He looks over to his companion, smiling. "Isn't this neat? Giant spiders means giant frass."
Sea Squall [Flotsam]
It's a particularly hot, lazy day when Laios is back working on The Brave Boar, for a given value of working; the ship is tidy enough that Laios was left taskless, so he'd escaped to the deck with scrap paper and charcoal to try drawing some of the monsters he'd seen during the hunt.
He'd been so absorbed in it that he hadn't really registered the change in the lighting, nor looked up to see how the clouds in the sky were building. But the rest of the crew had, and recognized the signs of an incoming storm. And all too soon Laios was looking up, bewildered, as the deck suddenly was crawling with people.
There's a lot to do to keep a ship safe when a storm's on the way, and every sailor has a part to play. In Laios's case, he's being tasked with helping with the rigging-
"Whuff!"
-or at least, so he assumes from the rope a boatswain tosses him before he can so much as blink. A moment later that boatswain tosses another rope to a person nearby, and barks some orders at the both of them before stalking off to the next set of seamen.
Laios takes a moment to process, then turns to his companion. "Come on, then," he says. "I think we'd better get this done quick."
(Though he says this, he does crouch to quickly stuff his drawings and charcoal into his coat.)