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130 -30 for rerolling Anger -10 Trilobite Retal Red Fever (4) - Anger x10 Burning ichor dripped from Corsair's hands, staining the table. "Again," she said, the word hard. Endlessly repeatable. Science was a circle interrupted only by success. She grabbed another Trilobite, pulled its soul...

130 Unaffiliated Red Fever (3) - Anger (x4) -10 from Retal As the sage @Haru crumbled to the floor, so too did Corsair's anger. It was like her mind was a lab counter, suddenly swept clean of expensive electronics and leaving only the furious, rested red stains of past experiences on the...

130 Unaffiliated Red Fever (2) Sadness Corsair was a professional. She'd spent the last decade in a lab, and even if her specialty was in biomechanics what were plants and fungi that just more bio than mechanic? She picked the most intimidating sample from the jars provided: <Manashroom> The...

"So how about it?" Corsair asked the spirit, eyeing the trapped soul with all the kindness of a prosecution lawyer. "Will you help us find the key? If you do we'll set you-" she cut off, not wanting to rhyme, "loose again," she finished. It was one thing to be a cold, scientific robot, and quite...

130 Unaffiliated Red Fever (1) Camp Nisus. A place that, under better light and a thinner layer of blood, might have once been a welcoming sight. Now it was just a gory reminder of the battle they're just finished. Every surface was covered in an unwanted film of fluid. Specifics were...

Well that wasn't very helpful. The sage was starting to remind Corsair of one of her college professors. The kind that always told their students to pair up and learn from the textbook, brushing off questions with 'what do you think?'. But then again this man was a wandering sage, not a paid...

A life unmarred by the afflictions of past deaths? The bard was sounding like a fortune teller, or a scientologist. Some people believed in karma, reincarnation, in some great beyond. Corsair didn't, and it was her fear of the void that drove her onwards with single-minded purpose. "And are...

130 Unaffiliated -25 HP from Combating The air was filled with spores. Corsair could feel them clogging her lungs like dust in a computer fan. Her temperature rose, filtration systems working to remove the thickened air from her insides. "This place is far from ideal," she said to @Brutus...

Corsair pulled quills out of her clothes, and then out of Brutus', storing them in a pocket for later. As she walked past Brutus she patted Sam the Frog, switching him to low-power mode. The healing would take longer this way, but the team had gotten out relatively unscathed, and it would ease...

"Yeah, I'll be okay. Nice hit," Corsair said, giving a little nod to the shield. She'd never seen an elemental weapon before, nor did she know that they even existed, but something about the strange radiance of the shield set off alarm bells. A question for after the battle. The phantom bandit...

130 Unaffiliated Corsair was unfamiliar with wooden vehicles and beasts of burden, but there is always work to be done for a good mechanic. She crouched down next to the cart and sent in Fujitsu. The wolf soul that inhabited the mechanical spider had gotten used to its body, and had started to...

"Why would I be worried about unwanted attention?" Corsair asked. "I'm just here enjoying some fine art." It was true, really. So far the most suspicious thing she'd done was wear an uncharacteristically gaudy headpiece. Fina's mouth betrayed her true intentions, and Corsair swiftly re-assessed...

As Hanno spoke the words, she felt her bracelet begin to buzz. They are still here. Corsair turned, and watched as small fragments of mist rose from the disturbed corpse. Only the specter wasn't wearing the uniform of a soldier, or the clothes of a simple worker. They wore battle-scarred armor...

The strange sage looked like he'd been travelling in this foreign land for years. He was off, in some strange, intangible way. His speech, his movement. It all seemed a little...wispy. Immaterial, as if something about him was missing. Must be a result of his spirit training. Corsair brushed...

The secret to creating a Magia remains obscure. The words stuck with Corsair. Just like in our world. Some things are beyond our understanding. At least for now. The bard's tale was wonderous, and fraught with more proper nouns that she doesn't recognize. Names of people she's never read of in...

The heat of day had transformed the lump of flesh and blasted blood into a mound of nightmare fuel. Flies parted as she knelt down next to the body, though they quickly returned to their grizzly feast. "Just the head," Corsair repeated. She didn't have a knife, but she had the next best thing...

Corsair let herself be pulled to safety. Her battle senses were far from hardened, and a few weeks of letting Brutus throw himself in harms way made it an almost a reflex. The two hunkered down as the sentry passed below, its path taking it through the ruins of the house. Corsair held her...

130 Role: Vanguard Corsair turned to @Tristaria, shaking her head sadly. "You'd hope so, wouldn't you? No. Once you're out of the starting materials you must find more in the wilds." They continued on, Corsair's tongue loosening as she finally had a chance to talk to a fellow magitech user...

130 Role: Vanguard Corsair's whole view of the battle had been blocked by the surging figure of @Brutus Dahlgren. They had arrived in a chamber with a trio of enemies, at exactly the same time as a stream of high-level players. Already outnumbered, the Prototypes hadn't stood a chance, and...

130 Role: Vanguard Corsair had been so caught up in the construction and magitech scraps in the dungeon that she had forgotten about conversation. @The Guy jolted her out of her mental note taking with some casual chit-chat. "A week or so," she said, looking over at the man. "Brutus and I...