Fantasy Fading Flames 2 Main RP

[Trappy]

Garax

Amidst the discussion and volunteering, a particular sound drew the lizardman's attention - a memory spoken; a sound. Garax lifted his head and tracked the voice to its source, which was revealed to be the tiny warmblood he'd noticed before. At a first glance, he couldn't help but wonder if the female warmblood next to it was its parent, though his insight told him it was in fact the little warmblood who held the mantle of mentor over its companion. Most curious. At the moment though, it was all irrelevant, for its speech alone had the attention of the lizardman.

Warmblood Brygita gave valid advice, which Garax took heed as he made his way towards the source of the voice. He lowered his head when he approached the warmbloods, and nudged the little one with his free hand.
"Regalian. Little, far from home, and hunts with Garax it seems. Strange. No feud-blood, yes?"

Interacting: Pilgrim59
Mentioned: Epiphany

 

[Inheritance]

Brom Beararm​

If it was out of character for Brom to be so quiet while all this was going down, he didn't notice it. The vision of yet another Archmage with yet another "hilarious" sidekick or whatever had brought back painfully vivid memories, and he had been spending more time trying to convince himself that he was safe than he did paying attention. He finally came to when the large group began discussing the three tasks that they were supposed to do. Chiding himself for missing so much, he tried to listen in as best he could so he could figure out what was about to happen.

It seemed as though there were three missions that they could go on. He knew that he would be one of the last people to pick what mission he would go on due to his lack of paying attention. The only way he could reasonably be one of the first to volunteer to lead or be apart of a mission would be if he blurted out and tried to yell his way into a group. He had no desire to make a big scene to join a group and honestly didn't know what group was doing once, so he kept silent and tried to figure out the three missions.

It seemed as though the first mission would require a lot of stealth and eventually an assassination. He immediately distanced himself from that idea. He was not a very stealthy man despite his ability to move quietly in the woods and did not trust in his ability to not give himself away.

Taking down thieves was much more his speed, especially since he had done so before. He was no noble knight, but he had taken down enough thieves in his day and was confident in his ability to take a very helpful role in that, if not the lead. However, as he was considering that role and preparing to step up, he watched as many people began flocking to that idea. With a leader already chosen and many people there, Brom knew that his talents would be wasted there, and that other missions needed his help more.

He still refused to be a part of the stealth mission, and by default decided that interrogation would be the move. He had never interrogated anyone before, but didn't think it would be too challenging. No he didn't know the guild very well at all, and no he didn't know this land very well. But he knew people, and figured that was an even better skill. He imagined that everyone that would be interrogating would know the guild in some way, know the guardians. He would provide a fresh mind and a pair of unbiased eyes, both of which would be useful tools in the interrogation. So that settled it.

"If it hasn't been filled." He said suddenly, his voice booming through the room despite his quiet tone. "I would like to volunteer my services to the investigation. I don't know the guild well, but I take myself to be a fair and unbiased man-both of which are crucial to sorting out those who might deceive us." He was silent again, thinking he had said too much.

Brom was no wordsmith, nor was he much of a public speaker. It wasn't that he was shy, but he felt as though he knew the least about this land and this guild and didn't want to presume that he knew more than anyone here. He wanted to cooperate and get to know people around here before he started taking more active roles in leadership. He knew that many people could grow to resent newcomers who suddenly pop into positions of leadership and he didn't want to be a part of that. He didn't mind leading, but at the moment he would wait and do his part. He was a simple man, but sometimes that was all you needed.

Kabboom

 

[RandomBlobMan]

Kan turned to the red haired paladin as she approached the table, and took a seat near the cat and the other people gathered around. ‘Quick, confess your love to her! This is your chance! CONFESS YOUR LOVE!’ Ginfri yelled. Aldka’s sigh followed. If Kan could see them, Aldka would have slapped Ginfri hard on the back. Sadly he wasn’t in the stage of seeing visions of his dead friends yet, and therefore they resided on words to communicate. And heavy sighs. The man turned to the warrior that beckoned the ones who signed up for the Bandit Camp to come quick.
“It’s far from love.”
Kan said in defense of himself. Ginfri booed.
“It’s just a short chat. Then we’ll move on to the job.”
‘You could always take your time to get to know each other. Then comes love.’ Ginfri still held his point. Kan looked back at Eliza again. After a short silence, he slowly approached her. Just a short talk. It won’t hurt. ‘If you think you’re about to panic, just calm down and take a deep breath.’ Aldka advised. Kan nodded.
“Hello.”
Kan said as he stared at the red haired paladin.

Stared at the majestic muscles of Soviet Panda shortly
Awkwardly said hi to Noble Scion

 

[Midrick]

Damien considered the cats question "My premiums are on the higher side, but I'm substantiated by the guild and Sokolov solutions..." he thought and did a quick number crunch, "Due to the sensitive nature of this task as well as the potential danger... I'm thinking four figures in gold, not including a hazard pay bonus, of course." he was being honest, top tier service came with high prices, but that was the fact of the matter was, he didn't work for free.

The Bandit mission seemed to have enough applicants, as did the torture session that would be interesting to say the least, he was good at both, but a more refined approach would be needed for the stakeout, something he definitely had from his experience in ambushing the Sami's. He walked over to the midget and hammer wielder, along with the Wizard lizard. "Seeing as I'm probably one of the only other people here who understand the concept of stealth and recon. I'll be joining you for the stakeout." he said as he surveyed the small guardian, she was definitely eccentric, but that was to be expected with Regalians.

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[Aryasaurus]

• B r y n ' a i • T o h - A e s c a •

Warrior of the Koa-Toh • Guardian
• Rogue Archer → Poisons Specialist •

Sylvia had seemed keen on the idea - an equal mind though? Perhaps not. Her blood ran with sin and murder, but it would at least make the job easier if they could agree on the tactics and methods that could be used. Bryn'ai gave a nod to the assassin, acknowledging her words. It was fair to say that she was more open to talking now that she had a name to go with the face - that, and she was beginning to relax, if slightly, about the room and the company. Trust would come in time.

That was when Alastor had spoken up, opting a human method for them to go with instead. It sounded troublesome and far too inconvenient with their time restraints, however she was not oblivious to the other put off members. Apparently the mage had been casting disapproving looks her way as well, and with the way he spoke she was sure he didn't understand the premise of any of these tasks, nor did the others realise the hypocrisy of their moral standing on the matter.

"Waste your time on that if you must, landwalker," she huffed, placing her hands upon her hips. Admittedly, she came off as a little impatient, not liking the prejudice of the crowd. "If injuring people is not palatable to you, perhaps you're unfitting for this group after all. You shouldn't presume we're going to make the traitor suffer just because someone said 'torture' - there are more ways to hurt someone than just physical."

Realising that perhaps her words were getting minced, she took a mental step back as she pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. She gave a nod to herself and then tried again. "I will not say that your idea is useless... in fact, it might be worth looking into. We should see what kind of time-limit we possess and then plan this mission to work with our restraints." Of course, as if not to disclude the other options available to them, she then added. "Though just because we speak it aloud, does not mean it will be absolute. It is a Guardian we hunt; unpredictability is assured. We should, at the very least, prepare for anything... that includes a confession by force of hand. Are you prepared to do that?"

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[Kabboom]

GM

And so, this one bold party, assembled from unlikely origins for a task that might be above their head, sallied forth to combat their foe with the power of friendship, defeating the lord of Darkness once and for all, restoring the Empire to its golden age. The End.

Well, not really. Shit. That's what Alastor wished would happen, but the reality was: he was still stuck in this room, his worries hidden behind feline irises as he stared at this ragtag gang of misfits, miscreants and dumbasses. His mind shuddered, as he remembered the fate of the first team, and how that ended up - at the very least, he could seek solace in the fact that this team didn't remind him of the first one. Maybe this time, it'll truly be different. God, he hoped it'll be different. This mere feline fornicator humbly smiled to hide his thoughts, as the team got their shit together and formed up into comprehensible groups.
The boisterous Otrygg was enthusiastic about the bandits, and he had quite the company: the Giant Keikling, local weirdo Kan, and the two skull-cracking lovers Thrud and Bramblebamblejamblewicz.
Iniko l'Escroc was naturally the leader for the mission at the farm (I mean, who could've predicted?), although his roster seems challenging: the stout Maroni seemed fitting for a stealth mission, although the same could not be said for her apprentice Merid; the late entry of Damien into the mission was very valuable indeed - after all, Alastor would expect no less from a twat merc that costs two thousand gold; and of course, the huge lizardman of Clan Jadescale himself. Hopefully this mission goes well.
Last but not least, the capture and interrogation of the two-faced Guardian. The two mages Augur McAugurface and Alastor were on the case, which was comforting at the very least, as is the expertise of the walking fish and the little Incruscan criminal - Alastor still had doubts about their ability to cooperate, but he's content with their ability to hurt people. Brom's participation was unexpected but not entirely unwelcome - after all, like the man said, an unbiased view is very expected. And besides, if the Guardian manages to escape his restraints - the cat does not have much expectations for the team's survival without Brom in it. Though just to be safe...

"It's settled, then. Paladin Starborn, you will accompany the Interrogation party - nothing wrong with a bit more security. Jazmin, you too. Nabbing the guy might yield some injuries, and better to have you there to patch teammates up, than in the Bandit mission where you might not be able to keep up. Now everyone-"

A tingling sense in the back of his mind told him that Alastor was needed elsewhere - yes, he is. After all, it's about time he ran a goose chase for the Master's many assailants. "It appears... we are done here. Well, I am, at least. You've proven yourselves capable - I wish I could stay here and ask all of your questions, but I am needed elsewhere. I will return when I am available, but no guarantees, so you'll just have to get used to each other. I'm glad you picked up on these missions immediately. But be wary. And good luck." And with that, Alastor closed his eyes. He could never got used to this. The cat exhaled black odorless smoke with every breath, engulfing the cat in a short moment... before it cleared, revealing a useless pile of black sooty rocks slumped on the table in his stead. The cat was gone.


And with that, the days turned over, and the people of Seedingstate continued their average lives, unaware of the Dark threat looming beneath. The teams, divided into separate parties to deal with all the missions, prepare ceaselessly for their time of action, exactly three days from when they first met. Only time and talent will tell what happens next...

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(alright yall be patient while i write the individual posts and draw maps)

 

[Kabboom]

Ten weeks have passed. Much has transpired.

The party of adventurers performed to the best of their abilities in every mission against the Darkborne Cult - as well as the other misadventures they got up to in their spare time. The information they got out of Stangfel led them to a trafficker in Darrelville, which in turn led them to a secret dungeon in the Keiskand woods, which they destroyed after rescuing its prisoners - Stangfel was partially mind-wiped, and sentenced by an Imperial Court judge untouched by the Cult’s manipulations. The bandits and weaponry they’d terminated in Highpine Ridge had led them to an alderman in Herbert’s Farm smuggling in arms from other States. All of their deeds, though roughly executed, achieved a great and righteous end.

They were prepared to do what was necessary, and have already done many things demanded of them, to uproot this arcane evil and burn it in the Empire’s purifying light, and protect the people of Seedingstate. But it wasn’t enough.

The Cult was onto them, and they sprung their trap perfectly. Sweeping ambushes, dastardly politics, culminating in brazen attacks on the Guild themselves - the Darkborne Cultists would stop at nothing to rid themselves of the thorn in their side at last. The assault’s true purpose was swept under the rug with obfuscation from their puppets: rival Guild feuds, attempted coups, internal Guild struggles, a Guild secession from Seedingstate itself - the excuses didn’t have enough evidence behind them, but who cares as long as they concealed the true goal.

The party of adventurers now lay divided. The survivors managed to fight a retreat, all the way to the lone isle in the middle of Bloodthirst Sea; Alorias and his familiar Alastor have made it here as well, securing temporary refuge in a cave. Their heads hang low, as the Darkborne Cult resumes its master plan, sending small fry to end the weakened group. The party has been scattered, its members dead or missing, or dismissed against their will by the ‘Guild’. The ones stuck together on the isle find themselves in a situation most dire: Cultist eyes watch the common docks and ports with great cunning, and all civilian and military vessels are told not to pick them up for fear of spreading plague; even worse, the electroviathan that skulks around this inland sea has taken a liking to them. Their way out would need to be devious and outstanding...

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[Kabboom]

Keikling

Things have not gone to plan at all; even that previous statement is an understatement.

They were tipped off and targeted with deadly vigor. With how the previous missions had gone, the Giants had doubts about Alorias - surely he was a bit too cautious with this Cult, since they were moving up the chain of command really fast. But now Keikling understood. These Cultists have infiltrated every facet of Seedingstate, buying all they could buy and killing all they could kill. If the party hadn't banded together the way it did back at the Guild, if Alorias hadn't came in clutch with that fire attack, if anything happened differently than it did... then this adventure would've ended right there at that cozy Guild room where they first met.

Even now, the Cultists can kill everybody if they wanted - though from the way Alastor the Cat is just chilling and purring in the corner, and not doing Alastor the Cat things, the Cult isn't interested in this party anymore. Now, all they need to worry about is how to get out of this damp cave and back on the 'mainland', and not die in the process.

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Speaking of which, nice cave Alorias found. Barely has enough room for Keikling to stand up straight, but more than enough space for the rest of the gang to relax and recuperate. Lost in thought, the Giant sat near the mouth of the cave, thinking about how he could've done better to save the ones that got separated on the night of the attack. A ship should be docking in this cave soon, to ferry the group out of here - quite unsavory captain, but Alorias' words have gotten the team this far so there's no need to doubt him now.

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[Soviet Panda]

Otrygg slowly came to in a cramp, slightly damp bed. He couldn't remember how he got to that bed, all he could recall was intense fighting. Of blocking volley after volley of fire and magic, the sheer volume of it causing him to slide across the dirt, stopped by someone's hand and added strength. He remembered beating them back and turning around to see who had helped him and thank them, but then there was this blinding light, a deafening roar, and searing pain in his legs before the world went black.

But that was the past, and he was alive now. Sitting up straight, he prepares to throw his legs over the side of the bed, but hears metal softly clinking together instead of the rustle of cloth. He froze, not knowing what that sound could have been. There was no way they had laid him out on this bed in his armor, right? So what was...

Throwing the blanket aside, Otrygg was greeted with the sight of two artificer, magitech legs instead of his own. Quickly covering them back up, Otrygg sat up straight as if someone had strapped an iron rod to his spine. "Uh," he began before swallowing and trying again. "Hello? Anyone here?"

 

[Inheritance]

Brom Beararm​

Brom sat up from his spot on the ground, confident in how his sword gleamed. Ever since finding that set of gems he had become more vain about how his weapons looked. Now that they'd been trapped in a cave on some god forsaken spit of land, he had developed the habit of shining and honing his weapons and armor every day-though today was going to be different. He had gotten up at his usual (early) time and eaten the stale bread and the strip of jerky that they had rationed out. He had done a quick work out and sparred with the group's paladin before scouting the perimeter. He was finishing up his polishng, but instead of working on his letters today (he had been working with Alastor to learn how to read in write due to the lack of things to do, only tolerating the well educated mage for a few hours every day) he would be addressing the group. It was time to leave. For too long they had been sitting in this cave, and while he understood why he knew that the time was nearing for them to make their move against the cult.

He wasn't sure how much damage they were causing now that they were free to do what they wanted, and he wasn't sure exactly what they were going to do about it, but he was certain that today was the day to start discussing their next steps and the plans to get back onto the mainland to take down this damn cult. It seemed that everyone was content to sit around and lick their wounds, letting time slip by as they hid in their cave. Brom understood their initial reason for flight from the cult and their hiding, but it was swiftly turning from a necessity to an excuse to not fight back. Brom had never done well with doing nothing, and the only reason he was able to stay sane was the complexity of becoming literate. He disliked magi and tried to stay away from them, but even Brom had to admit that there was no one more educated in the group than Alastor. He had nothing personally against Alastor and wished him no ill will, but his use of magic still kept Brom scowling in his direction whenever he was brought up. Magic had proven time and time again to be unstable, unreliable, evil, and corrupting. Brom knew he had much to learn in his life, and the only reason his dislike hadn't hardened into a hatred for magic users was Alastor's usefulness in teaching him his letters.

Brom slid his sword into his sheath and stood up tall. Today was the day. He was done cowering, done waiting for someone else to do a job that only they could do. He looked around at the survivors huddled around the cave, and for the first time in weeks, he would address them all.

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[Noble Scion]

Eliza Starborn

Spoiler: Appearance

Eliza felt sore, arms coated in bruises from countless blows being blocked with gashes covering her face, some deep, with others nothing more than a scratch. With a groan she lifted her head from the small bag she'd been using as a headrest and looked at the others, equally as tired, from what she could see. The cultists had certainly put up a fight, more than she'd expected at least.

Pulling on her clean albeit dented armour, she stretched and yawned before calling out a sonorous "Good morning!" to anyone awake. At the very least they appeared to be safe for the time being, and they'd even made a few new friends. A pirate, a light-thing, and a swords-woman

Sunny

Spoiler: Appearance

Sunny beamed happily at the awakening noises of her recently-formed companions. "G'morning! I'm here!" she chirped back, having been sitting completely still fishing for hours with a makeshift rod while they rested, basking in the dim light of the morning. "I caught breakfast, if any of you are hungry." she called, before drifting into a gentle tuneless hum.

She'd been given a brief run-down on what the goals of their little party was and the trials they'd faced, and decided to tag along for the sake of exploring and the ability to ask questions, which was quite a convenient proposition for one that wanted to learn, especially so soon after leaving home. "I didn't see anything unusual about, so I think you're safe for the time-being."
Inheritance Kabboom Soviet Panda​

 

[Silver Wolf]

Alastor Lupom
Location: Cavey Cave cave of the caves that exist in the ocean and not.
Interactions: Inheritance (Brom), Soviet Panda (Otrygg)
Mentioned/Nearby: Kabboom (Duh/Keikling), Noble Scion (Eliza & Sunny)
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Alastor often filled his time with pointless things. He often had more than one note book, and he was scribbling in one. A book of various designs and blueprints, and one contained leg looking devices he was making notes on. It was inspiring, why hadn't he thought of it before? Magic was an expression of will, and if he could make a device to act as a part of the body his research made integrating such a thing easy. Improvements could be made. Could he attach extra arms, legs, tails, ears? The possibilities seemed endless, but he had yet to test it and he had no access to his research or any supplies. Sure, making a furnace would be elementary, but then he would need to find ore and the incruscan doubt the dexterity and intelligence of those strong enough to process dull dusty rocks into shiny hard ones.

That was his greatest frustration, he was cut off from what made him effective. Sure, he was teaching a certain musclehead writing which he thought admirable, but it all seemed business-like on some level. It was more intuition, so the mage wasn't going to jump to rash conclusions. He had already let emotion drive his actions once, and he would not make that mistake again. A click and flash of light under the mage's robes sounded and he made his way to the entrance of the cave and looked around the dirt. There, he found stone with a magic circle etching. It was more complex and circuit-like than most, but the basics were there. He tapped it and sent a brief pulse in. He felt the flow of his magic and grinned when it returned to the stone without difficulty. The system was still up. A rather basic trip wire, but one would need to destroy the runes or camouflage their magic in order to not set it off. There were a total of seven runes in addition to the 'master' rune which looked more like a motherboard in some aspects.

As Alastor was walking back, he heard someone call out. By the voice he could tell it was the brash man with the fancy new legs. "About time, I was starting to wonder if you were in a permanent coma. Don't be alarmed at the legs too much. You at least have something to walk on. Who knows, maybe I could make improvements and they'll be better than your flesh legs. Just don't try walking too far from the bed. Nobody knows if using them is like an infant struggling to walk for the first time."

 

[ShadeAlucard]

Jason
"Well, you lot seem to be just a bunch of scallywags that cant keep ya noses out of trouble aye?" A voice rang out as a man of questionable orientation and walking and smelling like he just got out of a damn tavern, approached them from the cave entrance. He seemed to be wearing the Guild's naval uniform indicating that he was working with the Guild, yet he didn't seem very hostile to the group. On his left shoulder was a very brightly colored parrot that seemed to be eyeing each individual person. Attached to various locations on the man's body were pistols galore, 8 of them for anyone who counted them and what appeared to be a pirate sabre. The man eyes each person with a smile that could kill a snake. "Sorry for being a bit late, but i had ter fix up me ship to allow heavier folk like em giants and halfgiants to fit without being cramped into tight quarters. Also, dont think i won't be asking ye land lubbers for a bit of elp maintaining the ship's appearance. But trust me when I say, you be in good hands. im one of the best pirates on these waters." The man finished with a swig of some rum he had on his side.

 

[Kabboom]

GM

Jason's ship pulled into 'port', with Miss Endeavour scrawled on the side of its hull. The thing was holed up at the mouth of the cave, its bulky self occluding almost all of the light that would normally be reflecting inside the cave itself - as a result, the newly-arrived captain was almost silhouetted from behind. Alorias gave a nod, and Alastor quickly sprinted out the mouth of the cave to inspect the vessel. Approaching the pirate Guardian, the mangled elf spoke his thanks.

"About time you came. You sure you're up for the task?"

It was time for the rest of the party to board the ship, bringing what they can carry. The sky was turning a shade of yellowish orange outside, and the risk of hitting the beast in this Sea increases with every wasted moment. Most conflicts between the Imperial forces and the pirate lords take place in the day, far away from areas like these where the electroviathan dwell, and for good reason: that thing is large, larger than even the Endeavour (bloated as she is with the expanded hold), and produces a mean blast of electricity from its body. Alorias hadn't seen the thing in person, but he'd heard enough stories to be afraid - and he was in no rush to be fish food.

Keikling

Oh, a ship is here! 'Neat,' thought the half-Giant. It also seems to have been expanded to accommodate his kind! 'Very neat,' thought the half-Giant. They would have to move quickly, seeing as the Cult would most certainly send some unsavory pirates after the ship if they were late - that is, if they don't get hit by whatever might be lurking in this Bloodthirst Sea. The half-Giant was blissfully unaware of the electroviathan, and for now simply assumes it is just a Sea as normal as any other. Wordlessly, he simply stood up and began packing up materials, mostly moving crates and other such belongings requiring more bulky brawn - the biggest piece of furniture being the bed that Otrygg had just recently woke up from. Oh right, Otrygg!

Approaching the none-legged Incruscan, Keikling inquired on his wellbeing as he picked up the bed. "Glad to see you are finally awake, Otrygg! How goes the legs?"


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[Soviet Panda]

As Otrygg looked around and listened to what everyone had to say, his face got paler and paler. So he hadn't been seeing things, those were now his legs. His shiny, metallic legs that someone already wanted to tinker with. He swallowed as this realization dawned on him. But before he could shakily get on his new, two legs, his entire bed was picked up by the giant Keikling to be carried onto the ship.

"If I'm being honest, I'd rather have the ones I was born with," he said dryly, still fully wrapping his head around the matter. As he was being carried onto the ship, he uncovered his legs. Yes, his, legs, as much as he didn't want them to be they were. He even managed to bend and twist the still organic bits of his leg so the artificer part was resting on his thigh and luckily still attached. He wasn't sure how well he'd fair if the leg had just decided to pop off. It felt heavy in his lap, like a thing made of metal should, but it moved with such ease and fluidity that it could almost fool someone into thinking it was much lighter. "This'd probably hurt real bad if I kick someone with it." he grumbled to himself, perhaps just loud enough for the giant to hear if they were listening.

 

[Inheritance]

Brom Beararm​

Good. Everyone was now here. He glanced around at the newcomers coming in, glad to have everyone there. He wasn't quite sure what they were going to do, but he knew that they needed all hands on deck. They had a ship to get back, and they had enough people to effectively pull some sort of plan off. What was the plan? Well that still needed to be determined.

AHEM! He cleared his throat loudly, standing up and striding towards the center of the room. He waited for people to have some sort of attention on him before cracking his knuckles and speaking. "Ladies and Gents, what a lovely morning we have today. We're all up and ready for the day, and I believe today will be different from all the other days we've spent cooped up on this rock. Today, we discuss two things. One, how the hells are we getting back onto the mainland without getting caught; and two, what are we going to do when we get there?"

He let his words sink in before continuing. "We have a ship, courtesy of Jason, here." He said with a motion towards the pirate. "So it won't be too hard to actually make it back to the mainland. The harder part is getting on land and into action without being seen. We also need to figure out what to do when we get there."

"Does anyone have any inkling of a plan? I know we all must have been thinking about it, and before I share what I think we should do I would like to hear your opinions and thoughts." He paused. "Well? Does anyone have something to say here?"


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