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"At their heart, they are machines. Unless given some sort of command they won't do anything," Corsair said. "Most of the constructs have standing orders to stay quiet, un-illuminated, and within a certain distance of me. If I need them to do anything specific I can give them basic commands...

145 Unaffiliated Red Fever (5) Red Fever effects temporarily nullified +40 HP from natural recovery +11 HP from @Alonso Thorlion in MIT Cycle 6 +10 HP from Serenity Mist As the machine dispensed its mist, Corsair's rage faded, barely more that a glaring red memory. A memory of tearing open...

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"No rush," Corsair said, as they walked, "the stars will be out all night I'm sure." She smiled again, her mouth only just a curve. Barely more than a straight line between her cheeks. There was something different about her eyes when she joked. Maybe they glowed more, maybe there was a small...

"I'm Corsair," said the magia, extending a cold, slender hand to shake with the Lepus. She was no stranger to beastfolk, and it was almost fun seeing all the different species. A rabbit seemed quite fitting for a night under the stars. Corsair noticed the woman struggling with her map and...

The four adventurers claimed a table on the second floor of the Comb and Foam, out on the balcony overlooking the Honeyhome market square. It was a welcoming little establishment, and Corsair set right to business. "Thank you all for joining me," Corsair said, hands resting on the recently...

145 Play Sheet -50 from Sentry (Halved by Hanno's Protect) Beams of red hatred tore through the hallway, piercing the walls like needles through wet paper. Hanno had the final sentry pinned up against the wall, but even then the barrage of lasers sliced easily through Corsair's hiding spot...

"So the target is the head of the painter's guild," Corsair said, face down on the massage table as the burly masseuse worked the knots out of her steel-cabling. "His name is Uzias Guld, and he runs that gaudy shop we stopped outside. The shop isn't the target though." She spoke freely, and at...

"Robin Hood? That's very good to hear. Yes, very appropriate," Corsair said, tapping her chin. She'd stopped outside one of the galleries. "Now Brutus, I have it on good authority that the man who owns this gallery is a crook." She dropped her voice, even though nobody was around. There was no...

They split up, and a brisk half-hour later reconvened, sharing their findings. "I'm sorry but there is zero chance of me getting into a pit of boiling mud," Corsair said, waving a hand to dismiss the idea. "Dirt is the death of machinery Brutus. it gets into every tiny abrasion and causes...

"Yes, I think it's even called 'The Red' actually," Corsair said, and she was about to go and find one of the bottles when the woman accosted her! Her barmaid costume was obliterated by the powerful housewife, who managed to punch her in the stomach, tear her apron off, and knock her into the...

145 Play Sheet -50 from Sentry (Halved by Hanno's Protect) Three. Corsair had only noticed one patrolling the building. Had the others been nearby? Had they been lying in wait? The idea that the massive, crimson bots could have set a trap for them was unnerving to say the least. Hanno...

Corsair regarded maps as a necessary evil. In this new land, where every hill and village was a new and unfamiliar frontier, there was a certain kindness and welcome wear and tear to a good map. It showed paths she would have likely missed on her own, and a thousand labelled locations with...

Corsair went through the list of suspects, crossing them off mentally, narrowing down the list from a roomful to a few. @Sylpha Astarte and @Darko Ljubicic , the pair of chefs, seemed honest and harmless enough in their testimonies. There was certainly no motive for them. Brutus was her friend...

Corsair rolled her eyes. "Do you consider eating a crime? No? How about walking? Is that okay in your books? Is it illegal to look at a painting maybe, in whatever world you come from?" she kept her tone light, carrying only the barest dusted with the sarcasm she felt deep in her bones...

Corsair was relieved at the man's knowledge of the area and their enemy, and as he talked she took out a box of scraps and started putting something together right there at the table. "I can work with subterfuge. As you can see I'm built to be as resilient and as unobtrusive as possible." Tools...

The reply was like Corsair herself: short and to the point. It was another ten minutes, but when Corsair arrived it was with a whole menagerie. She didn't just have Sam and Fujitsu, but a new snake shaped magitech, and another that looked like a small deer, with antlers made of shimmering...

"Why do you think I work with spirit magic now?" Corsair asked, a wry smile crossing her face at Brutus' assessment. "When you've done everything possible with flesh then what's left but the immaterial?" She had to admit that the allure of a burning hot shower was tantalizing. What would it be...

"Biomechanical intelligence and applications," Corsair said, the blade retracting into her hand like a single, silver claw. "Once you've spent months implanting an artificial nervous system in a vivisected frog them operating on anything dead loses its impact." While it was true that she...

"Me bloody wedding ring!" the ghost shouted at Hanno. His soul shook in its prison as he pushed against the magitech walls, trying to find a way out. "I paid for it and she can't have it!" "That's fine, you can keep the box," Corsair promised, though she shot Hanno a look that said something...