If you don't know what this is yet lurk moar, you'll be averting your eyes in no time. Now where were we?
We last left off with the party barging on in a very irate Kiynen who has recently laid a clutch of 5 eggs and is still sensitive about it. Still, no one died in the process and Addy seems to have sworn fealty to them,... whatever that's about. So we return to the party,... who has already split up with Tracy venturing to Cardashil to try and find a lead on the elvenniggers who keep jacking their shit. Infernius has been assisting Slovenia in felling trees and reinforcing the outer wall of Durpistan. Torcuil has been getting bantzed by Snek, and a bunch of stuff I'm probably forgetting and will get shit on reminded of.
With no further adieu,....
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>>66823Tracy is now royally frustrated, clenching the piece of paper in her claw-hand.
"... So.. you say he makes rounds around the area? Any chance I might meet him around here again sometime this week?"
Torc notices the staff on his back is rumbling a bit, so he throws it on the deck in front of him.
"A shot of everything?"
>"Never again"
"We'll see how long that lasts"
A very hungover snake then droops his head over the side of the ship.
>>66824... Anyway.
Having found absolutely no clues on her first day of investigation, Tracy retreats to the ap
artent of one of the "missing" shills she robbed, hoping to have better luck the next day.
>>66829*Snek involuntary pukes on Infernius*
Without further ado, Tracy is currently situated somewhere in Cardashil. Actually, she's asleep in Durpitan, but Infernius did a thing with an Astral Projection spell cuz she asked. Confused? So am I.
Meanwhile Infernius is covered in vomit, having chosen to grapple a highly hung-over Snek. There's other stuff happening, but atm that's the main bits of info.
>>66837Tracy has cleaned out her 6 gorillionth shill apartment and found nothing of value.
She's currently wandering the streets of Cardashil, disguised as a hoo-man.
>>66838She checks one of her stolen IDs, for any significant events going on in areas she has access to.
>>66837*cleans vomit off of self*
*then i step on snek*
>>66840Snek pukes again, his pistol wavering in the air inaccurately.
>>66841"Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee."
>>66842>"That's... That's what you get you... You... You... walking hamburger"And Snek returns to his position of hanging his head off the ship
>>66839None of her new IDs seem to give her greater access than she already had. Cardashil doesn't seem to have much in the way of private property, in that everyone in the city is technically employed by the city. Oh they have knick-knacks and such, but nothing is particularly useful for a murder hoers.
>>66844[Disappointed bandit noises]
"This city is overrated..." Tracy groans as she wanders through the shopping district, having found nothing worth stealing.
>>66843"you lucky me not throw you off."
>>66844Tracy looks through the social media function for person's of interest (people with a lot of followers), hoping to find someone she might be able to swipe a higher level card from.
>>66846"Can you stop picking a fight with my pet?"
>>66847Oh there's PLENTY to read. Ever seen Gawker? Not lately, that's for sure. Xp
>>66849Tracy gets frustrated and leaves the city, having found nothing worth stabbing.
She slashes a giant holes in the dome and waltzs through it, not bothering to close it up behind her.
Then she trots through the woods all the way home.
>>66850And she trots all the way home, stabbing anything unlucky enough to cross her path.
>>66850As she is doing so GM realizes that Astral Projection was improperly applied, and with a sudden and jarring jolt, she feels propelled through the air and indeed the fabric of the planes, and finds herself waking in Durpistan. Immediately her ears twitch, as she is greeted to the sound of 2 startled birbs, and a very excitable Adeline.
>>66852Tracy groans as if hung over, and proceeds to brush her birds, frustration clearly visible on her face.
>>66854>"YOU *puke* WOT *puke* M8"Does the airship have a brig? Preferably with two cells?
>>66853Tracy wakes up to find that Infernius and Torc are gone, and proceeds to prowl around the woods surrounding the area.
>>66853"Didja sleep well?" Addy says, clinging precariously to the ceiling.
>>66855Not a designated brig, but I'm sure one could be improvised
>>66857Tracy just groans in response, her eyes seeming even more heavy-lidded and dreary than usual.
>>66858Addy ignores her expression. "I think thats the first time I've ever seen you sleep! For a while I thought you might be some kind of zombie," she says with a slightly silly look on her face
>>66859"Yeah, I get that a lot..." Tracy says, wiping the scum from her eyes on her coat
"Anything happen while I was out?" She asks, as she trots over to the window
Suddenly Tracy finds herself being torn apart by arcane energy, how interesting.
Oh and Addy too.
After a delay of about, oh 30 seconds they find themselves sitting on the deck of the ship.
"Hello there"
>>66860"Not really," she seems sad for a minute. "Sammy and Bunnbunn don't remember me tho. They get all scared when I try and ride on them. They used to... oh well. What'cha gonna do?"
>>66861"WOW that was cool! How'd you do it! That was totally different than how mom does it!" Addy is suddenly quite distracted and curious about Torcuil.
>>66862"I hate being teleported..!" Tracy groans as she dry heaves
"Where is this thing headed?"
>>66862"Uh, magic?"
>>66863"Please join the oversized worm. We're heading to the Sil Wall to find some potential allies, or enemies. Depends if Snek interrupts any negotiations and shit."
"What in the pilers' bleeding ass is going on?!" Slovenia shouts from another section of the deck. Apparently, she was quite surprised at having been brought along.
>>66866"Ah Solvania, nice to hear from you. Don't you remember agreeing to this voyage?"
>>66865Tracy puts on a face that seems torn between anxiety and fatigue, looking around nervously and alternating between 3-4 hooves.
"I.. I just just wanna stab something..."
>>66867"Is THAT what this is? I had no idea it involved being ripped into pieces and re-assembled," she says, still visibly startled.
Tracy raids the mini-fridge.
>>66869>>66867"Why'd you bring her anyway?"
>>66871"It was Infernius' idea back when we left on this shitstorm"
>>66872[Pent-up serial killer noises]
>>66871Slovenia's eyes eventually rest on the airship's extensive cannon array, and with a look of absolute intrigue wanders off toward.
>>66875"Be careful, one broke off"
"What's that?" Addy says pointing, having wandered to the bow of the ship. In the direction she's indicating, vague shapes can be seen moving along the top of the gradually approaching wall.
>>66875Tracy sharpens her knives to such a degree that one of them would cleave the ship in two if she ever dropped it, as she waits for the ship to land..
"... It's been too long...!" She mutters to herself, with a bit of a twitch
>>66877"get inside those things could be dangerous."
