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With Sam the frog hopping around the lower level, and Fujitsu scuttling through the smashed roofing, Corsair felt secure, though she knew the illusion of control would not last long. On the way to the ruins Corsair had seen the warning signs. Literal, tilted signs warning of enemy bombardments...

Corsair cocked her head, as if the beastfolk in front of her were mad. "What?" she asked, in the slowest, most condescending voice she could pull off. She looked around slowly at the city hall filled with artwork, as if suddenly expecting to find herself in the middle of a murder scene or bank...

130 Role: Vanguard @Darko Ljubicic the scout, @Brutus Dahlgren the mountain, @The Guy the living trap-finder, and @Corsair the obligatory smart one, had all come together to form a cohesive team. THE GUY kindly took the hit on another surprise trap, and Darko warned them away from a noxious...

130 Vanguard: Your DP contribution is +10 each time you post. Corsair followed @The Guy and @Brutus Dahlgren into the room of gold. Her eyes went wide, but she stuck close. Anything this rich was clearly a trap, and she was no fool. THE GUY on the other hand, immediately fell into a pitfall...

"You're laying important groundwork," Corsair said, noting the constant, supportive role that Brutus was playing in their establishment of GunDame. "We get plenty of EXP and gold from the quests we do together, don't we? If you're happy to continue with such simple grinding then I'm sure we will...

As the musician played, Corsair felt her weariness slipping away like bad memories. Her aching muscles, battered by the trip here. Exhaustion from nights spent up too late worrying over some join or break in her constructs. Cuts that she'd never fully healed from last week's battles. His healing...

"A memento, a spirit, and an account. All awfully specific, but I'll see Sam I can find." She wondered briefly which of the three Sam would have the best chance of finding. "Three objectives," she commanded the little creature. "Search for treasure. Priority is a silver box. Alarm warning 30...

The magitech frog in Corsair's pocket crawled out, and along her hand, alerted by movement in the vicinity. While Corsair herself hadn't noticed the tracker, or that she was being followed, something in Fina's behavior had tripped the sensors of the construct. It gave a ultrasonic warning...

Corsair tapped her lip, looking around at the other suspects. She loved watching criminal proceedings on TV. The calculated steps that it took to achieve an outcome tickled something in her programmer's brain. She'd been pulled in to this mess out of nowhere, just another player to point fingers...

"It may not be significant proof," Corsair said, once Brutus finished his explanation of their troubles. "But if you'll have a look at as for a moment I'm sure you can see some circumstantial evidence." She indicated the vast red splotches that had stained her entire outfit. "I can assure you...

"Oh no problem," Corsair said, as the careless woman bumped into her. It was a crowded market, and people ran into each other all the time. What was a little jostle here and there? They'd all taken much worse in battle. She took of her red hat, stuffing it deep down in her bag. There was...

Corsair waved a hand at Brutus. "It's fine. With the amount of blood and magic there no sane creature will go anywhere near that corpse, and I doubt a quest objective will despawn." "And worst comes to worst, we can claim that we killed him and when there are no more attacks we'll be proven...

Corsair chimed in before the confused waitress could hurry off. They'd been here before and the woman was used to her not ordering anything, but this morning she could feel she slow drain of her bars. "And if you can bring me the grease from the bacon, and maybe anything that gets burnt while...

"I have two constructs," Corsair said, answering correctly instead of directly, "however one is more of an alarm bot and fighter, and the other is a scout and healer." She took Sam the <Puddle Spirit Frog> and Fujitsu the <Bloodless Wolf Spider> out of her bag. Sam was happy to sit on her arm...

Corsair put a hand out to steady her friend, slipping Sam onto his shoulder as she did. The little frog was far more docile now that the hungry wolf spirit was gone, and he exuded passive healing across Brutus' body. At the very least it would help with his eyeball pains. "I think it was your...

"Oh yes, I'm very versatile," Corsair said, as she took Fujitsu the frog from Brutus. She gripped the barely moving spider in her other hand, and there was a stream of pale pink pink smoke as the now bloodied wolf spirit moved from one construct to the other. The spider began to writhe...

"I'm wonderful, thanks to you," she said, taking the halves and putting them aside. "Here. Take these," she said, giving him the last of her corn. In return she took the water skin and held it under her hand. Calling from the spirit still inside her, cool, clear water formed in her hand...

Corsair woke to bird song. She felt calm. Immensely so. Her mind was like a still pool, sheened over with the light of rising sun. There was a jacket over her. Over them. Brutus was sleeping beside her, a massive pillar of reliable, dependable friendship. She paid him little mind. There was...

"Tired," was all Corsair could say. She's sunk down into a deep, relaxing puddle, and as Brutus picked her up she somehow had the presence of mind to point at the sliced halves of her spider construct. "Spider," she said, feeling sleep pulling at her mind. She couldn't leave her hard work here...

Shouting and screaming at the Wolf Spirit was almost as effective as logic and reason were, which is to say that both approaches did absolutely zero to bring Corsair back into control. But the incredible conflagration of iron and fire that tore the haemomancer in half was very effective at...