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[center][h3]Verdant Woodlands: Goblin Siege[/h3][/center]
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	As the duo readied to fight the ensuing horde of goblins, the sound of cannonfire and the familiar smell of gunpowder permeated the air as the green skinned beastmen beat a hasty retreat. Thankfully with their efforts, the twosome had prevented any casualties among those still out cold or injured within the ship itself. With the area safe for now, they could go about business as they pleased. Perkeo was still passed out from the pain of six billion potential descendants dying out, but would likely be fine with a few hour's rest. However, the engine was still smoking and smoldering, and soon they would have a fire on their hands if they didn't work to put it out. Abandoning the ship was certainly one option, and evacuating everyone before the ship went up was definitely possible if they worked together. Above deck, they could also investigate what had happened, as whoever had fired the cannon shell clearly hadn't been a goblin either. 


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	Corday was caught off guard as she heard the strange Dhirom call out that she was here, as well as the hobgoblin as his limbs were shot with pressurized water. He scarcely had time to scream before his body was torn asunder by the shells launched by Arno's vessel, his remains splattering against the ground and the wall as the shells even tracked some of their own shrapnel and his bones to the wall of the transport ship's cockpit, destroying it as if it were made of paper. The shell that had missed and penetrated the cabin of the transport vessel sailed on and detonated overhead of another goblin mounted upon a wolf, killing him instantly and sending a startling message to all the other goblins gathered. A war horn sounded a retreat, as the sound of wolves and monstrous cries filled the air, leaving the air ship alone.

With that out of the way, Corday slumped onto her rear and gasped in pain, clutching her side. She'd definitely at least cracked a rib...and she could feel a trickle of blood beneath her red jacket, the only thing concealing her injury. A momentary respite was available now that the hobgoblin and his cronies were dealt with and at the sound of the cannon shells the riders had fled, thinking that the ship still had functioning weapons to assault them with. She winced as she finally felt the adrenaline dissipate, leaving her with nothing but pain and the urge to scream. Looking up at the new arrival, Corday managed a faint smile. [color=fdc68a][b]"Thanks Arno. You and Miss Hero here saved me.H-Hey there...know any doctors? Could use one right about now...mage or medicine is just fi-"[/b][/color] she managed before a coughing fit overtook her, her body wracked with pain and shuddering as she slumped over, eyes squeezed shut as she tried to stop the coughs that only made the pain worse. She was certainly in bad shape. Even a hobgoblin with a good swing could do some serious damage, and he'd nailed her right in the stomach and ribs.

Zendrith no doubt had heard of the tales in town of the girl living in the forest that offered her medical services to anyone, money or not, and that she dwelled in the outskirts of the woods bordering the village, a decent ways away from the ship. It wasn't close, but neither was anywhere else on this overgrown island. It was better than nothing, at least, plus it wouldn't cost her anything to just drop Corday off there. Of course, the smell of smoke and fire also meant that what was supposed to be her "reward" was quickly going up in flames, literally. Starting at the most valuable part of the ship: The engine.

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[center][h3]Road to Recovery[/h3][/center]
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	[color=bc8dbf][b]"Oh no! Mucu, someone's collapsed!"[/b][/color] Amanita said as she crouched over an older Erune boy with silver hair, who was sprawled out on the road next to a pile of vomit. It stank like crazy, and he was clearly showing signs of overexertion. Before he could even protest, Cyll would find himself being hoisted up onto the shoulder of a large, burly and yet somehow very spongy and soft mushroom man. He hadn't the strength to protest or wriggle away, and as such Amanita would help both him, and Marshall. She seemed incredibly kindhearted, if not more than a tad naive as she picked up this total stranger to take care of, without even heeding protests or lack of permission.

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	Within Amanita's little abode were several beds where a living room traditionally would be, the whole building looking relatively squalid with several floorboards molded away and chipped, small mushrooms having grown in within the dark corners of the room. A draft blew in through the corner of the door that had worn away and splintered off, but other than the lack of maintenance it was a quaint little place. The beds that Cyll and Marhsall would be forced to lie on were a bit stiff, but the sheets were well-maintained and smelled like freshly dried laundry, the brown sheets bearing some small darker stains, but they had clearly been scrubbed with all the might such a small girl could muster. They would notice on the way in that there was a second floor, but that was mostly cut off by the staircase that was broken down near the middle, leaving whatever was up there a mystery needing agility to discover.

On another bed within the room was a Draph girl that appeared younger than Cyll, bearing silver hair that did nothing to hide her horns that was buried under her sheets, her massive blade resting against the wall beside her. [color=bc8dbf][b]"This is Mushi. She's been here a while after a run-in with a bunch of bandits. She was really cool and beat them all super quick, too!"[/b][/color] Amanita introduced, letting them at least get an idea of why she was there. Thankfully, Mushi had already been there for a few days and had thus recovered almost completely from her wounds, almost being ready to venture out once again in search of more opponents to perfect her swordsmanship. What wounds she had sustained were from the bandits with guns having struck while her back was turned, before they were thoroughly trounced too. Amanita had come across her a few days prior, and nursed her back to health with her herbal remedies and potions.

Getting Marshall settled down, she got some water for Cyll and a proper place for Rumaya's unconscious body, returning and saying to Marshall: [color=bc8dbf][b]"There's a bath in the back of the house, third door on the right down that hall. Might wanna wash off the bug guts. I'll look after Ruma, so relax, okay?"[/b][/color] the young girl said, moving back to tending to her patients with the hustle of an experienced nurse and doctor, while Mucu looked at Marshall, walking in the direction that Amanita had described to him, intending to guide the immortal man to his place of bathing. Judging by the tension visible on his back, Marshall could tell that Mucu was still wary about him, not exactly willing to trust him fully, especially after that nightmarish display of insect based vampirism. Still, when he looked back at Marhsall, there was a certain sadness to his eyes that was unmistakable. ...Something was on the mute myconid's mind, but Marshall might not manage to pick it apart, or even care to at the moment.

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[center][h3]Crossing Fate: Krumatzi[/h3][/center]
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	As an airship pulled into the busy dock of Krumatzi, a pink haired woman bearing the armor and clothing of a foreign frozen nation stepped off of the vessel she had rode upon, the first stop in what would become a lengthy adventure as she pursued the one who overshadowed her in life. Her first steps upon the cobbled stone streets would be her first outside of her home and a ship bound for parts unknown. The warmth and humidity of the area was no doubt in stark contrast to the dry and cold mountains she hailed from, but thankfully she was dressed as best she could be for the weather. Her investigation had lead her to learn that her sister had passed through this very island, before hitching a ride to another port on an airship. The details were sketchy, but if any were to know it would be the owner of this island's branch of the Tyragrande Airship Commissions Office. No ship could leave or arrive legally without an inspection of almost every passenger and their belongings, so there was bound to be some information about her sister.

On the way to meet with said owner, a rather rough looking, yet scrawny man with a thin hazel beard and hair obscured by a bandanna tied over his head would bump into Hilde, before bolting off in a hurry just as she would feel her pocket become lighter. In a flash however the thief was on the ground, writhing in pain as a [url=https://i.imgur.com/hSIEFMA.png]small being in jet black armor[/url] smacked him right in the ankle with the flat of his (for his size) large blade, the harvin kicked the man in his stomach and forced him to roll over, before grabbing the sack of Rupees that had belonged to Hilde and offering it to her. [color=336666][b]"...Here. Its your's, isn't it?"[/b][/color] he questioned, violet eyes meeting her's as he waited for her to accept, seeming a bit impatient as he bounced up and down on his heels, trying to push the sack into her hands as soon as possible. [color=336666][b]"Hanging onto money so blatantly brings trouble, ma'am."[/b][/color] he would say, his great(for him)sword pointed into the ground and resting between two bricks of cobbled stone. 

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