[EV-26] The Ladonian Rebellion

[Nian 0]

Damn these serfs nowadays. That they couldn't recognize a leader when they saw one spoke leagues of their incredulity in higher power. Nian was right on her way out of the lower decks of the ship when one of the rabble made way en route towards her. And to say that the ruler wasn't impressed by her questioning was an understatement.

"Obviously it's yours truly right here," the king stated, the front of her iron fist bumping into her own chest. Without any further questioning, said ruler swept past the blond while keeping a great berth to her movements; her claws were often an obstacle, and she didn't want them slated across a commoner's figure, lest they muddied her power with their presence. Instead, she ducked right out of the underhold and into the broad daylight once again.

To no more than additional ruckus from the incredibly miserable choir.

Arbiters gained more of her respect that the others who hadn't proven their worth. "Don't need to tell me twice," she responded, calm and steady eyes fixed towards Plini. Then there was the cut of some hothead that appeared, squeaky-toned chew toy. All Nian shot her way was a bored look, and spiked claws attempted to grab the commander's clothes in order to pull her in close.

"I said I was king."

And they were the only words that made it out of her throat untouched by helium's earnesty. In the chaos of the world, what emphasized better her own speech was the burning hues of the skies, flames reflected within her own -- and the ruby-drenched wench within reach of a punch.

^{"If you wanted to call yourself queen... Be my guest."}

Nian spared the other with a shove and a snort. Then a glance to the ignoble's kin, the monarch deliberately ignoring some Nobody, waving her fingers around after she'd raised them. "Help, help. As your supreme, I know better. Now." Her glance was shot towards her right-hand man after she'd spied around the main deck and found the hub of the ship, that castle which housed controls. "Arbiter. Are you staying behind with the lowlifes or what?"

---

ID201844 | LD12 | --> navigation

PROGRESS

Navigation: 59/100
Power: 47/100
Supplies: 44/100

[Nobody 1]

And, as cleverly as he thought he'd set things up, fate intervened along with a good dose of ego.  The imperious scissor-hands just bushed past him.  His ice missed its target and clattered to the deck, finding the underside of his foot, which promptly reached for the sky.  Gravity shifted by about thirty degrees under his feet as someone righted the ship and Nobody went sliding ass-first into the fish-in-a-barrel, which promptly tipped over to dump briny fish guts all over him.

"Blerch!"  

Leaning over, stuck between dry heaving and wondering how he was going to get the salt out of his eyes, Nobody fumbled in search of the mug he'd just dropped, hoping that it still held its contents and that they'd be better than his currently drenched condition.

A cloth?  Might be a cloth.  Now, it's gonna be a cloth.

Grabbing at the dangling fabric, Aincrad's least notorious vagabond wiped off his face only to find himself staring up at some fuming princess in white, wondering why she looked so upset.

"Ummm... here?"

Tossing her the final flounder from the bin, he dashed below decks in search of shelter and moisturizer, wondering how this morning could possibly have gone from quiet and comfy to catastrophic calamity in so little time.  Searching for new shelter, he went down to the cargo holds and started rummaging around in search of a cozy new bed spread, finding only pertinent goods for the crisis at hand, yet completely oblivious to their nature or functions.

"Oh!  Hey.  A stack of shiny new crystal thingies.  I wonder where these are supposed to go?  DOES ANYBODY NEED CRYSTAL THINGIES!?" 

Maybe, if he handed them off, people would let him go back to sleep.

***

ID201845 | LD19 | --> supplies

PROGRESS

Navigation: 59/100
Power: 47/100
Supplies: 63/100

Edited November 16, 2021 by Nobody

[Lilik 0]

Crystal thingies?

If Lilik had been a dog, her ears would have perked up at the sound. All thought of the maybe-rum-maybe-pickles-filled barrels forgotten, the long woman's gaze scanned the deck of the ship, curious as to where the cry had come from. The voice had appeared muffled, and when she didn't see the speaker right away, Lilik picked her way toward a descending staircase. Her rubber soles of her tennis shoes squeaked faintly as she picked her way deeper into the belly of the ship. After a few moments of venturing downward, the woman realized she had no idea which floor - story? deck? - the man resided on. She opened her mouth to call out, but the sudden, pungent odor of fish slapped her across the face. Grimacing, Lilik turned a corner, then another, following the stink to the source. 

She didn't know quite what she expected to find. But whatever it was, it wasn't a man wearing a tattered brown robe. Her grimace worsened, the lines crossing her forehead deepening into full-fledged trenches. What the actual-?

But when her amber eyes fell on the crystals clutched in the man's hands, all rationale thought left her. Sidling up beside him, Lilik plucked the largest crystal from his grasp. It was a deep black color, with a strange metallic sheen that reminded her of an oil spill. "Thanks," she commented simply. Then, because she couldn't help herself, Lilik added, "You reek."

Briefly, she considered taking a few more, but ultimately decided against it. It made more sense for her to do a little research, then go back and "pirate" a few more crystals once she knew what she was dealing with. At least now she knew where to find them, and besides, the man didn't look like he could put up too  much of a fight. Wandering down the hall, Lilik ducked through an opening, and found herself in what appeared to be a futuristic boiler room. Or, at least, that's what she assumed. She'd only seen Titanic one time.

Finally holding the gem out in front of her, Lilik focused intently, summoning an item inspection. The gem, called a 'Power Crystal,' had no description, aside from a warning that it could not be traded or sold. When she tried to equip it, or add it to her existing gear, nothing happened.

"Useless," Lilik scoffed. As annoyance flared, she yanked open a nearby drawer, chucked the crystal inside, and slammed the door shut.

Now humming from it's new power boost, the airship lurched forward.

---

ID201848 | LD10 | --> power

PROGRESS

Navigation: 59/100
Power: 57/100
Supplies: 63/100

[Krysta 0]

The Tyrant seemed to look towards Krysta as if she were some kind of fool, before answering the question as though it were obvious, and what also seemed to be obvious was the arrogance she had in her words and her gesture to herself. But before Krysta could speak again, the Tyrant rushed past her, towards the surface deck once more.

Blast, that woman was swift.

 

Krysta tried to chase after her, but was stopped by several obstacles. The first of which was the red haired barbarian rubbing a foul-smelling hand upon her face. "Agh!! Why in all of-?!" She exclaimed, but she cut herself short because the tyrant was getting away.

@Celeste 

She continued on, only to face the second problem, a player who grabbed her battledress, and...used it to wipe his face???

 "Agh, Wha-!" Krysta glared at the player, who looked just as uncouth as his course of action. He may have been attempting to make amends by handing her a fish, but unfortunately for him, fish guts mixed with sweat were not easy to wash out. Upon receiving the fish, Krysta swiftly swatted the man with it before he fled. She then tossed the fish aside before looking for something in her inventory that might help.

@Nobody

She didn't exactly have duplicates of her equipment, so she would have to use another method for making a quick fix. She pulled out a rag, and looked over to see a bucket of water, which was probably for mopping. Mopping or no, it would be used to make an unexpected attempt to clean Krysta's battledress.

Once most of the damage was undone, it would seem that the rest would persist until a much more efficient cleaning method was used. Krysta let out an exasperated sigh, and made her way to the surface deck to seek out the controls.

The player previously at the controls was no longer there, and the controls were left relatively unmanned. Krysta quickly made her way to the controls and looked over them, hoping to figure them out. She looked ahead and looked back to the controls as she slowly started to get a vague idea...

Wait, something wasn't right...

Krysta slowly lifted her head to look in front of her, and the startling sight revealed the airship's current trajectory. Her eyes widened, a crisis was about to befall the players...

ID# 201849 LD 10 [Navigation]

PROGRESS:

Navigation: 69/100
Power: 57/100
Supplies: 63/100

Edited November 16, 2021 by Krysta

[Plot Master 0]

 

Mother nature sure had a dark sense of humor. 

As if she could understand the turmoil taking place on the twenty-sixth floor, the skies began to darken. Black clouds mingled with thick smoke, shadows crashing into shadows above a city burning with light. Great gusts of wind whipped out of nowhere, battering the side of the airship. Ropes snapped like cracked whips, and the sails, now pregnant with air, propelled the airship forward at a new, neck-breaking pace. Somewhere off in the distance, thunder rumbled ominously.

Now hurdling toward the Central Tower, the vessel shot like a bullet through the steadily chilling air. Its bow remained dutifully pointed toward their destination, but as the Imperial Palace quickly grew larger, it became less of an approaching goal, and more of an impending threat. Though perhaps no one had noticed, not a single Player's icon had turned orange despite the blatant act of thievery. In fact, between the stolen airship, the lifted whip, and the slaughtered guards, the system really should have flagged the Players as unsavory. Why hadn't it? And perhaps the more pertinent question - what other trusted rules might be broken in the safe-zone city of Ladonia?

 

---

 

Round Three ½: Defying Gravity
Land the airship at the base of the Central Tower.
You do know how, right?
Complete the round three mechanical challenge.
 

[Alkor 0]

With the situation as fraught as it seemed to be, one would think the group would come together and work as a team. That did not appear to be the case as Alkor sauntered along the deck and saw a group anything but unified. Chaos reigned over the people making a mad dash in every direction around him. Their voices and movements drowned in the explosive reports of blasts from far below. Smog choked the Knight as he ascended toward the helm, only to see the confrontation between several Players. He barely understood the words, but their actions spoke loud enough to reach him through the haze of insanity that had set in.

He let out a cough, fighting in vain to clear his airway. There were tears at the edges of his eyes and dark bags under them. The ashen blasts gifted him the look of a perpetually tired man. As the wind picked up seemingly out of nowhere and buffeted the ship, Alkor caught himself on the railing and held fast. Part of him wanted to interject himself between the two women who appeared ready to go at each other violently, but the darker haired girl broke away before he had a chance.

That was good.

No matter how well they kept the ship on course, it seemed like the engines were stalling intermittently. It was the only feasible explanation for why they kept dipping lower at intervals, even with a more or less self-correcting course. It was a system event, after all- there was only so far it could deviate from the plans that Cardinal had... right? 

Alkor slid across the deck toward the power couplings that diverted steam heat into electricity to power the controls and keep the airship aloft, and he found where a concentration of heat was venting out, away from the intended course. Damn, he thought to himself as he looked for a way to mend the damage. It was likely that it resulted from the scuffle to steal the ship, but in slaughtering the crew, they had equally destroyed any chance of anyone on board having the tools or knowledge to deal with this problem adequately- unless one of the Players happened to be an Electrician, or an airship maintenance expert.

Damn damn damn. 

For the moment, he grabbed a crate and covered the venting steam to trap it inside the ship. Hopefully that would allow more of it to follow the proper channel until he could find a more lasting solution. "Someone grab me something I can weld a pipe together with!" he called out loudly, his voice carried on the wind so that anyone aboard could hear him. He couldn't feel the deck heating beneath him yet, so he wagered he had time before his solution became a bigger problem than the ones they already had.

[201856] LD: 12 Power

Navigation: 69/100
Power: 69/100
Supplies: 63/100

Edited November 16, 2021 by Alkor

[Plini 0]

"Friendly player advise" Plini spoke to @Krysta "it's gonna be a waste of time to question her, Nian will always take charge of anything when given the chance which kinda happened a moment ago" he added.

Plini had to say it, there might be a chance that it can escalate if she probes further to Nian's way of doing things. Nian calls him arbiter and somehow he's locked on the role. He also saw someone trying to clean his face "you can bleach that out later if it bothers you" he told her.

"Arbiter. Are you staying behind with the lowlifes or what?"

Plini nodded, it would be more productive to just try himself on straightening out mishaps. Why was he even trying to do it? he isn't even a pilot "right behind you milord" he told @Nian and went towards a guy holding crystals "hello Belmont looking guy" he said to @Nobody "these crystals might prove useful where I'm going" he grabbed  a handful and darted towards where Nian went.

The controls were overwhelming, last time he saw something this overwhelming was a faint memory of visiting a recording studio "milord, there must be a button here that might make this thing go faster, this may not be a ship on sea but-" he pointed before them as he saw the dark cloud's ominous news "I think those kind of clouds is still a problem."

ID: 201857 | LD: 13 [Navigation]

Navigation: 82/100
Power: 57/100
Supplies: 63/100

 

[Celeste 1]

Eyeballing Nian, the chick was clearly almost more full of herself than she was. The irony in that Celeste thought so was lost on her. That last statement caught her off kilter. "Are you hitting on me?" The red head was almost appalled with an antagonistic grin still high-pitched, catching the back end of a rather obtuse exchange between a hobo and a snowflake. "You'll be fine, walk it off, buttercup." The boat lurches, sending a single gemstone rolling across like a stone.

They really were all just a bunch of insane people on a floating raft trying to figure out how to float

Leaning down and grabbing one, she bites it. "Garbage" she quips, tossing the thing over her shoulder. All she saw was untradeable and no description, it lands in a raised cannon aimed at the boat. Which immediately detonates into a fireball, as it would turn out fire, indeed hot. An entire battalion of loaded cannons aimed at their little raft was gone, leaving a stack of black smoke behind.

Hearing a player yelling out "Damn" causes her to swivel, a pressure of steam fighting its way outside his grasp and a rapid repair. "Fucking weld? Can we even do that? Here." She turns and lunges for the door just below the helm, one of brass that mirrored the pipe. Thin enough, and she kicks the damn knob off it. One can hear the metal scream in agony, as she rips it off its hinges. A twist of her hands sees it begin to roll up, and ushering @Alkor to pop the end in one side of this makeshift door taco. "Just jam it in."

If he did, she'd clamp the ends with a rather powerful grip. Door taco patch job go

ID:201858 | Battle:5, Craft:12, Loot:10

Navigation: 82/100
Power: 69/100
Supplies: 73/100

Edited November 16, 2021 by Celeste

[Nobody 1]

"You reek."

"Oh, uh... thanks?"  Nobody took the insult as a compliment, somehow twisting it internally to mean that he had a super-winning personality.  "And so do you!" he offered, cheerfully waving in response as she departed hastily. 

'So many nice people had joined the crew,' he thought to himself.  The remaining crystals in this arms fell with a clatter and shattered, spearing his poor moose-covered feet with shrapnel.

"Awww... nuts."

Shrugging off the injuries, as he did everything else, Nobody resumed his search, interrupted by the distant rumble of thunder, or possibly space whales.  A friend had mentioned that they had those on this floor, and he was suddenly eager to meet one.

"Space whales... space whales... what do they have down here for..."

Sounds of crashing crates and sensitive goods echoes within the belly of the ship, matching the angry tones of the approaching storm.

"TA-DA!!!"

Reappearing on deck, the smelly nutjob had returned wearing a heavy woolen surcoat in marine style, matching bicorn hat and gloves with fingertips that looked like they'd been chewed off by rats.  The gold epaulets, trim and tassels somehow suited him.  Twin eyepatches adorned his face, both flipped up because they were utterly pointless and unnecessary, while his arms cradled a multi-coloured mixture and assortment of harpoons and umbrellas.  Judging by the goofy grin on his face, he looked pleased as punch and absolutely certain that he'd just hit the jackpot that would solve all of their problems.  Rooting into the collected junk, he fished out a set of tubular manacles with threaded pin and wingnuts - just about the worst thing ever, if you were actually trying to restrain a captive.  Slapping them over the pipe section, they fit snug and perfectly, almost certainly due to sheer, dumb luck.  The larger wingnut gave his miniature brethren a spin and the leak strained to a trickle before petering out completely.

"There!  That should help!  Maybe? Yes?  Here!  Have an umbrella.  It's gonna rain, eventually."

***

ID:201871 | Loot: 16

Navigation: 82/100
Power: 85/100
Supplies: 73/100

Edited November 17, 2021 by Nobody

[Nian 0]

"Move over, despicable."

The blonde serf had somehow snuck her way into the control room whilst she was waiting on her right-hand man. All she seemed to take was a glance at the board; even then, the king was less than satisfied at the woman's lack of progress. Talk about incapable. Nian found position at the very front and center of the chamber, in direct view of the oncoming storm.

Lame.

"Milord, there must be a button here that might make this thing go faster."

"Is that so?"

She didn't need to take long to figure out which periphery it was, particularly the one that resembled a joystick with indicators by its side. Within range, marked with a gear icon, one of the buttons were meant to pull up the steering wheel -- that, or it was just the Emperor's luck on her guess with the click of her claw. A few steps back once she felt the ground beneath her tap against her feet, and immediately the claws faded out of view, a sparkle in the king's eyes when they fell upon that wooden crownsmaker. Checkmate.

Then, the side levers on its stand were... Well. She would figure it out as they went.

"Plini," she commanded, eyes still set on the grey clouds ahead. Her hands rested on the rungs of the helm. "Check on the quarry." Nian glanced towards the bar beside the lever -- a gauge that was nearly full, but wasn't so completely ready to shift drives just yet. "Want this meter at it's max before we take off for good."

---

ID201873 | LD14 | --> navigation

PROGRESS

Navigation: 96/100
Power: 85/100
Supplies: 73/100

[Krysta 0]

Before Krysta made chase for the Tyrant, a player spoke to her about said Tyrant, revealing her username and giving Krysta enough that she'd need to know about her.

"So that is her name...Nian...How befitting for a Tyrant, wasn't there a mythological Eastern monster known as a Nian?" Krysta thought.

 

Krysta was about to take action on the controls, then she heard a voice calling her despicable and ordering her to move. She turned to see that the Tyrant had arrived.

"As if you were one to talk." Krysta remarked, standing firm in her position. "I had a feeling you would be coming here, anyway."

The Tyrant forcefully took position at the center of the controls, and proceeded to, by sheer luck, pull up some controls that would make navigating the ship significantly easier. Unfortunately, it seemed that Nian was planning to have the ship moving at top speed...and that would make things worse, seeing that the ship was already on a crash course. "Just what do you think you're doing?" Krysta muttered. "We're trying to land the ship at the tower, not crash it."

Unable to tolerate the Tyrant's course of action any longer, Krysta shifted her own course of action in the situation from words to force.

"MOVE ASIDE, YOU RECKLESS TYRANT!!!!!!"

Krysta shoved at Nian, knocking her away from the controls and into her lackey.

@Nian @Plini

 

Krysta took a firm hold of the controls and began to avert the potential of crashing. Now she had to maneuver the ship through the storm clouds with as little damage as possible, not to mention hold the line and keep the controls out of the Tyrant's hands, or perhaps in this case, claws.

As chaotic as the rest of the player-crew seemed to be, hopefully they were capable of playing their part in keeping this ship from crashing and killing everyone within.

She could only hope.

 

ID# 201875 LD: 17 [Navigation]

 

PROGRESS:

Navigation: 113/100
Power: 85/100
Supplies: 73/100

Edited November 18, 2021 by Krysta

[Alkor 0]

Alkor felt the jarring sensation through his head as yowling metal protested the red woman's efforts. He watched in disbelief as she handed him the door handle and told him to "jam it in" to the breach. "Yeah," he replied swiftly as he knocked aside the box he'd previously set in place to offset the loss of power, right, then." 

With a quick and precise motion, he wedged the metal into the rupture and stepped back. "All yours," he prompted to @Celeste just before he heard an explosion of voices from behind and a loud impact. Alkor whirred round to see the blonde woman barreling into the darker haired one and spouting something about crashing the tower. He was uncertain about any of it, but there was one thing he did know. 

"Both of you shut up and start working together, or we're all going to die," he stated flatly as he left Celeste to her work to make for the controls himself. They were sorely in need of some direction, and it was clear that everyone had their own ideas about what that entailed. Rather than arguing with them, Alkor was the type of person to make the decision for himself and deal with the ramifications of his actions later. It was always easier to ask forgiveness than for permission, after all.

The First Sword moved through the door to better assess the situation he was walking into, and whether it would be easier to go in with sword drawn or just make for the helm. 

@Nian @Krysta @Plini

[201876] LD: 6 

Navigation: 113/100
Power: 91/100
Supplies: 73/100

[Nian 0]

Physical. Force.

Of course. Only the uneducated would resort to such things at a moment's notice. Forget that their emperor had literally understood the controls with a look, pulled up the navigation wheel and read the speed for an upcoming boost. Crashing into Plini was the least of her problems.

Going at top speed might just be the least for her rowdy rabble, too.

Claws out. The steel of her weapons carried her to lean on one foot from their positioning, and with a jab of the other she wasn't piling her weight against, the king dully flicked the shift stick, sending the airship into top gear.

"Up top, blondie."

And with further STR, she aimed to lock that shift into place -- a click to the side ensured the stick's positioning, with any luck.

What else was needed on the main deck, again?

"You know," the king shot back while easing her way out the crime scene. "You're lucky I hadn't registered that as an offense against me, commoner. You go around pushing people into others yourself?"

"See that you don't run orange, idiot."

And with that, she took her leave.

---

ID201877 | LD18 | --> power

PROGRESS

Navigation: 113/100
Power: 109/100
Supplies: 73/100

[Krysta 0]

Another player walked into the room as Krysta attempted resistance, trying to push back when the Tyrant tried pushing Krysta as to make room for getting her way despite Krysta's attempts. "Hrrrrrrrrrrrgggggghhhh.....!"

While she failed in the end, what mattered was that Krysta wouldn't stand for it.

The player who arrived claimed that the players should be working together to avoid death.

Well, seeing that Krysta was trying to avert a blasted crash course, she was just doing what was necessary, and that tyrant clearly wouldn't give a rat's rear about the other players as long as she got whatever she wanted.

Nian would call Krysta a commoner while claiming that she was lucky she didn't consider Krysta's actions as an official offense, proceeding to ask if Krysta pushed people often. The look in Krysta's eyes should have been enough to say this was anything but a normal day for her. The Tyrant then stormed off.

Krysta had no time to say more to the Tyrant, nor did she have time to take a breather. The Airship was back on the crash course again and Krysta had to save those who knew nothing of what was going on by having the ship make a smoother landing at the very least. She gripped the shift stick and tried to reverse the damages. "Nyrrrrrgggghhhh.....hrrrrrrrgggggghhhhh!!!!!!!"

What witchcraft was this? The stick would not even budge! "Argh, blast it!"

Krysta would need more force to reposition the shift and prevent a crash. If the player who arrived to intercept the conflict was still there, Krysta would look over to him and speak. "This control is stuck, and the Airship is on a crash course! Please, help me regain control of the helm so we can make a smoother landing, if we don't, innocent players on this ship, possibly including us, will surely die!" She'd claim.

From her knowledge, it would be likely something terrible would happen if this wasn't stabilized.

@Alkor

[No action taken]

(OOC: SOS)

 

PROGRESS:

Navigation: 113/100
Power: 109/100
Supplies: 73/100

[Nobody 1]

Nobody's eyes widened at the realization of their imminent collision with Ladonia's central tower, not to mention the complete lack of pre-martyrtdom in-flight snacks.  Inconceivable!

"Nuh-uh.  Not going out like this.  You kooks can keep arguing about which one of you makes the better Ahab, but Nobody's getting out of here!"

Rushing about the deck, the Captain Crunch wannabe handed out his assortment of gathered umbrellas, keeping the brightest, yellowest one for himself.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to your impending demise. Local time is irrelevant and the temperature is about to exceed your personal safety thresholds.  Your safety and comfort are now severely endangered.  Please remain seated with your seat belt fastened, if you want to die.  Otherwise, get off your asses, grab an umbrella and get ready to show Mary Poppins how its done."

Lashing the harpoons he'd collected to the few remaining coils of rope scattered around the deck - those that hadn't already been tossed or tilted overboard - and tethered them to whatever he could find.  Maybe they could spear and slide to some other destination, or hitch a ride on another airship?  The one they were on seemed doomed, and he wasn't much interested in nobly going down with the ship.  The big-wigs arguing over who was in charge could have that particular perk, if it mattered so much to them, they could have it.

"Please check around your seats for any personal belongings you may have stolen and use caution when opening the overhead bins, as heavy articles will have shifted and try to crush your face.  Thanks for that, by the way.  If you require deplaning assistance, you are on your own, because the crew has either already fled or been ruthlessly killed."

Opening his daisy-patterned hat-on-a-stick, Nobody grabbed some nearby rigging and dangled on the edge, donning the general assumption of his sanity, waiting for an opportunity.

"On behalf of WTF Imperial Airlines and its departed crew, Nobody thanks you for participating in this bizarro trip and hopes you all survive!"

***

ID201884 | LD 12 | --> supplies

PROGRESS

Navigation: 113/100
Power: 114/100
Supplies: 85/100

Edited November 21, 2021 by Nobody

[Lilik 0]

Lilik kept a single hand on the wall as she traversed the lower decks, the other hand holding yet another gem. The sudden burst of speed from the crystals had knocked her off balance, and she'd be damned if she went ass over tea kettle again. So as she dragged her fingertips across the cold surface, she climbed her way back up the stairs, and into the middle of a Jersey Shore outtake.

A cutesy blonde shoved a black-haired woman with wild eyes, sending her stumbling into the Player who shadowed her. The cry of "tyrant" burst through the space like a gunshot. "Uh, is this part of the event or something?" Lilik caught herself mumbling to no one in particular. The NPCs were all hyped up on some revolution bullshit, so maybe the Player was just... playing along? Really getting into the mood? Lilik rolled her eyes so hard she worried they might pop out of her skull and go rolling across the deck.

In response, the victim began muttering something about commoners, breezing by the blonde as if she were merely a bug in need of swatting. Oh god, Lilik thought, groaning aloud, its a full-fledged production. There's no way they aren't acting right now.

And when the man in the bathrobe began monologuing, she strode to the railing and peered over at the ground below. She wondered if she would survive the fall damage. She also wondered whether she really wanted to.

---

IDX | LD 6 | --> supplies

PROGRESS

Navigation: 113/100
Power: 109/100
Supplies: 91/100

[Celeste 1]

A screaming pile of girl at her back, as she bends and folds the damn door into place. Clamping it down with hands that acted like vices. @Alkor was doing his best to stem the chaos, others were panicking, and shoved into her mitts was a damn moth-eaten umbrella. "The hell am I supposed to do with this?" she looks toward this rather obtuse looking fellow that seemed completely different from the last time she exchanged glances with him.

"Why do you look like you belong on a cereal box?" @Nobody

The volume increases and harsh words turn to outcries, off the bow across a railing she sees a very obvious obstacle. "Look here, chick, move the fuck out the way or get crushed." @Krysta she spits across the gap, riding the now slightly turbulent surface like a sailor in a storm. Right for the anchor, which shouldn't even freaking exist on an airship? Wouldn't that just go through a building or something. The confusion immediately passes with a shake of her head.

Wrapping her hands around both ends of the chains, one see her grit her teeth and her eyes flash red. Pulling hard, you see a bit of the ship crap out splinters, as the anchor bends before the other link breaks. Slinging it around the center mast, iron in a wide loop finds a raised shifter stuck in place. Collecting them together and heaving foot pressed on that mast, the rod screams as metal grinds. Leverage gave her much more room to pull, and with a grinding snap it shifts. They slow to a crawl, the momentum killed.

 "You, you, and you."  pointing to three players with each spoken phrase. "It's pretty damn clear we have no clue what the hell we are doing. I don't really plan on dying. The rest of this lot looks insane, even compared to me. Ya'll pilot this shit would ya, I'd much rather not eat a damn mountain at high speed."

@Plini @Lilik @Alkor

ID:201889 | Battle:8, Craft:11, Loot:17

Navigation: 113/100
Power: 109/100
Supplies: 108/100

Edited November 19, 2021 by Celeste

[Blueberry 0]

The sounds of screams was disturbing to say in the least. Lots and lots of shouting. Poking her head out of one of the few boxes that remained on the ship, Blue looked at the crew of the S.S. Stolen Airship. Lots of new faces, lots of them. Electric Blue eyes peered out at a rather fiery looking character who seemed to be the one bossing everyone else around. It was almost instinct to look at the girl and decide to friend her would be to friend everyone. Taking a bite out of a blueberry-chip cookie, she grabbed the now near empty pack of them. 

Berry had been here from the start, her attention having been attracted by the system-wide announcement. The guards didn't really seem to like the idea of her boarding, so she hid in a cargo box. It had been empty, so she had fit perfectly inside of it. By sheer luck, had her box not been thrown off. Perhaps because it wasn't that heavy to begin with. 

Now, joining in on the conversation, Blue would provide the first voice to not yell in some time. "Why don't you just use the brake? Anchor is for after you land I think. At least that's how the rest of them we're like back at the airport thingy with the rude dudes." 

Honestly, why would throwing a heavy weight down on a flying vehicle do other than throw them off balance anyway? "I got some cookies though for after you stop. We're going to see the king right? If he likes my food, I could sell them anywhere here!" 

Taking out a new cookie she would bring it to her face before a solid much would rip it in half. "I'll be in here if you need me!~" Closing the lid, she would carry on business as usual inside of the crate. 

@Celeste @Alkor @Lilik @Plini

Blueberry
T2: Level 19

380/380 HP 38/38 EN

First Aid Rank 5/5 (30 SP)
[MOD]Purify (4 SP)
[MOD]Energize (5 SP)
[Add-on]Hyperactive (5 SP)
[Add-on] Field Medic (6 SP)

Combat Mastery: Evasion II (5 SP)

[Plot Master 0]

 

In the heat of a rebellion, you'd think the Imperial Palace would be better guarded. While fires burned, civilians chanted, and crowds pressed against every inch of the circular wall, the Central Tower stood pristine and untouched. It speared majestically toward the heavens, a white arrow piercing a black veil of smog and storm clouds. A handful of guards drifted across the lawn like little black ants, mostly unsure of what they should be doing. Their comrades stood dutifully at the gates, or if they were brave enough, dove into the sea of angry bodies. Some had the noble goal of bringing order to the chaos, but most found themselves simply following orders. Orders passed down from the Grand Imperator himself, who had locked himself, his wife, and their three sons away in their private chambers. "Deal with it," Razwell had commanded of his top officials, "or I'll be forced to take matters into my own hands."

While his best soldiers guarded his bedroom, all others had been sent out to "deal with" the rebellion. The result? An empty castle, guarded only by a skeleton crew at the main entrances. Were someone crafty enough to cross the vast lawns unscathed, gaining access to the tower would be child's play. Perhaps more difficult, of course, would be locating the grand stairway amid the building's many twisting, turning hallways. Ten stories up, adventurers would find only a landing, a painting of a magnificent white stag, and a locked door. 
 

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Round Four: Have Fun Storming the Castle
Gain access to the tower, find the central staircase, and reach the top landing.
Roll a cumulative LD 150.

[Plini 0]

There was a lot going on and Plini wasn't sure if this was all some kind of sick joke the situation is playing at them. He was quick to do what Nian said, she already found a way to reach their faster and "all right, the quarry it is" he turned around and tried to make his way to the quarry when the blonde girl came in and tried to fight for the controls knocking Nian to him "are you fucking kidding me?" he muttered as Nian quickly got off and warned Krysta "am I young enough for this shit? you got serious issues Goldilocks" he told @Krysta as he stood up and assessed the situation again.

First, Nian and Krysta fought for the control and somehow it got stuck, a woman was looking at something, the redhead who banged the controls and another guy who looked blonde to him is trying to get their point across of not dying in this ship with a bunch of players like them who makes things more chaotic, a guy who is trying to leave the airship, and lastly a girl who popped out of crate and held a cookie offering it to them before taking a bite...

wait...
that girl...
she's familiar...

Plini walked fast towards the crate as she closed it and tossed the lid away as quickly as he can "you!" he said to her "I've been looking for your shop" he added. Plini turned his head and looked at Nian "milord! I found the girl who makes great dessert he-" 

In a second he was already off his feet, some kind of force did that and now Plini slammed down the floor on his back as he failed to regain balance "good thing pain receptors are damp" he stood back up and made his way at the window "a palace..." he looked at @Blueberry and then to @Nian "we're here, milord it's time to conquer I guess"  he said as if Nian's attitude is starting to rub off him. He ran towards Blueberry looking her in the eyes "it's gonna get messy if you stay here, once Nian gets off the airship stick together with us-" he grabbed a cookie from her hand "fucking finally!"

and then Plini started looking into the palace.