[center][h3]Verdant Woodlands: Goblin Siege[/h3][/center]
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	Corday's ears perked up at the boy's question, before she cleared her throat, saying: [color=fdc68a][b]"Well, y'see, the Zweite did a bad thing to a lot of people, so frankly any kind of property rights they HAD before they tossed us in jail are kiiiinda out the window."[/b][/color] After helping Arno get his ship shape worthy, Corday sighed and hopped off the top of the ship to head down below. [color=fdc68a][b]"Oh yeah, what's your name Kid? What are YOU doing out so far in the woods? Could be bandits or weirdos out here...or even-"[/b][/color] she started, before a rustling in a nearby bush set her on edge. Pulling a thin dagger from beneath one of here sleeves, Cyll could see from her stance that she had experience fighting. 

A stone from a sling scarcely missed her forehead, retaliated by a knife plucked from the opposite sleeve, embedding itself snugly within the skull of the monster that had attacked her. Going over carefully, she peeled the brush back to get a good look, seeing a [url=https://i.imgur.com/L3WfOJr.png]goblin[/url] of all things dead from her knife. Her eyes widened, before she started scrambling back to the ship. [color=fdc68a][b]"GOBLINS! WE GOT GOBLINS! Kid, get downstairs and let us handle it, okay?"[/b][/color] she said, before tossing off the ill-fitting armor she had been wearing, before several howls could be heard. It was clear to Cyll that she was treating him as a child, and as such was putting herself between him and the approaching goblins. [color=fdc68a][b]"Arno, think you can shoot a few down?"[/b][/color]

Cyll would know from the time he'd spent on the island the curious [url=https://i.imgur.com/sm8VlPU.png]spotted wolves[/url] resided here, but of greater concern was the public knowledge that the island's goblin population had long since domesticated many packs of wolves for their personal usage. What would have likely been a raiding party hell bent on attacking Beetraz to the south now had an entire airship to raid, ripe for the picking. With many of the ship's occupants still rattled from the crash, it would fall to those capable to mount a defensive. Cursing under her breath, Corday watched as three goblins riding wolves ducked into the hole within the ship, on the same deck level that Perkeo, Skathi, Cayde, and Sid were on. 

	Perkeo would be the first to cry out at the goblins' presence, as the green monsters cackled: [b]"Focus on the big one! Manfilth after!"[/b] before the two other goblins launched slings at Perkeo, the large draph blocking them by hiding behind his instrument. [color=fff79a][b]"C-Come now, there's no reason for us to fight like this, is there?"[/b][/color] he pleaded, before buckling over as his unprotected gonads recieved a sling stone dead center to them. Doubled over in pain, the draph male was just...kind of a pathetic sight.

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[center][h3]Site of Remembrance[/h3][/center]
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	The young girl, apparently named "Amanita" judging by how she reassured the mushroom man paused in confusion for a moment, before hurriedly nodding her head. [color=bc8dbf][b]"M-Mhm! I'm not pretending mister. I'm a real doctor! A-And an alchemist too!"[/b][/color] she seemed to brag, before hurriedly reaching into her little surgeon's kit and pulled out a bottle of disinfectant. [color=bc8dbf][b]"Hold still Mister-Mister Marshall. And please, don't pull any of these out. They're stopping the...the bloo...?"[/b][/color] she said, pausing as she realized that although it was slow, Marshall's body was impossibly healing, practically spitting out the bits of metal. Nervously she gulped, saying: [color=bc8dbf][b]"I-I'm Amanita, Mister Marshall. This here's my best friend, Mucu. Say "Hi" Mucu."[/b][/color] she said, and at her behest the mushroom man gave a friendly, wordless wave to Marshall. She would tenderly excise bits of metal from Marshall, making sure to disinfect the wounds. Even if they were healing, they'd get infected, she assumed. [color=bc8dbf][b]"Mister are you...a-are you a Primal beast?"[/b][/color] she fearfully questioned, before the two of them would hear a shriek from deeper into the woods to the east.

Rather than goblins assailing a ship, this time a swarm of [url=https://i.imgur.com/xYvAJ77.png]large, hornet-like monsters[/url] were chasing after a young woman dressed in a rather plain blouse and long skirt, her raven black hair that reached the middle of her back was tussled, leaves intermixed with it as she continued running. Her violet eyes were clouded with tears, and, most noticeable to Marshall even from this distance was the distinctive mark upon the left side of her face in the shape of a handprint; As if the fires of hell itself had reached out and touched her face. A familiar, horrifyingly nostalgic mark that blemished her otherwise beautiful face as she ran for her life. Given the speed at which the insects were gaining, it wouldn't be long until they got to her.

In an instant that time to get to her became mere seconds as her foot suddenly twisted over a root, the woman being unable to do anything but shield her face as the insects closed in on her. [color=bc8dbf][b]"Mucu! Help!"[/b][/color] Amanita ordered, before her mushroom companion sprinted forward. Even with the immense strength the mushroom possessed, Marshall knew he wouldn't make it in time...but he was conveniently running towards the woman, and not the insects, giving him a clear shot.