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Corsair's inspected the creeping vine, smiled, and crossed off another item on her list. Queen's Winterberry, Dwarven Swinies, Ocean Sunflower, Daydream Inkberry, Aching Roadweed, Sweetheart's crocus, Hidden Pea, Stink Laceflower, Serpentvine. "Some of these sound like water plants," she said...

"Serpentvine," Corsair corrected, not looking up from the list she'd received from Gertrude. Despite Brutus' trust, her abilities regarding herbalism were little better than they were in real life. Most of her experience with plants came from the fruit and vegetable section of the supermarket...

Corsair had taken the direct, analytical approach, going straight to the papers, and Brutus had followed up with the people. It was a perfect melding of styles. "Sounds like the herbs and wolves might be part of a quest chain," Corsair said, pinning the two politician quests back on the board...

"The standing stones are ancient magic, and as far as I'm aware there are almost no other Magia in the town. We're a new race in these parts, and not well catered to." She shrugged. Like Brutus had said, they'd burn that bridge when they got to it. "Quests will certainly be the fastest way,"...

115 The Duuhmeron's battered THE GUY with brutal wingbeats, and its jagged claws bit into Brutus. It moved like a vulture, too full of carrion to take off and yet desperate to fight for another feast. Brutus' cannon went off, and Corsair staggered back, hands over her ears. I need to make...

Corsair frowned. "It's a lot more difficult to pull a spirit from a living creature." She nodded towards the frog construct on Brutus' shoulder. It's nameplate read <Puddle Spirit Frog>. "The spirit for him was taken from a fading puddle spirit I found in the woods." "Perhaps if one of the...

Corsair's frog construct warbled and flashed, warning of an approaching enemy. Just as with her spirit sensing bracelet before, Corsair was at a loss regarding the specifics. Was the enemy this new Mr. THE GUY? Or was it whatever had left the massive footprint? She opened her mouth and let out...

"How fascinating," she said, as the frog came to life in her hand, gaining new facets of power with each movement from the spirit sage. The water soaked into its form, and the frog seemed larger, fuller now. "Now that it's housed, exposure to its formative element strengthens it. Perhaps it was...

"Every decision has pros and cons," Corsair said, "but I think most of the negative aspects of our new home can be glossed over, or even turned to our favor." She tapped her chin with one finger, flipping the cons in her mind. "The fact it is on goblin turf will be good practice for us, and will...

"It's just me, though I can understand how everyone under six-foot must look the same to you," Corsair said dryly, pulling off her cloak. She stepped out from the firing line of Brutus' cannon. "I got your message, and I brought more food. Hopefully this will be enough." She held out a hefty bag...

"If we're going to be operating out of this town for a while, then we need a 'baseybase'," Corsair said, smiling a little at her hilarious joke. "When I went to the woodcutters guild and told them about what we'd found at the mill they said that they would let us use the hut and clearing."...

Corsair smiled at the joke, and the tension of the fight faded away as easily as her pain. The name of the town had stuck in her head as being strange too, but she's simply put it down to lazy naming. "It's a nice town," she conceded, "if a little odd. The rooves are very red. Easy to see...

115 Role: Vanguard (+10 DP per post) Corsair pulled herself up straight. "Not a scratch on me," she said, accepting the dusting. His hands were like over mitts. "Did you change your Pain Limiter on yet?" she asked, looking back down the tunnel. It looked like there'd been a landslide. The...

"Fragile doesn't mean weak, and it certainly doesn't mean useless," Corsair said, stepping across the roots and kneeling by the puddle. "Glass is remarkably fragile, and yet it can slice right through flesh, and has a thousand uses, even if it still shatters when dropped." She reached out into...

"It's fine," Corsair said, rubbing her ears. "I'll need some earplugs, and we'll both need some better armor, but for now what we have is passable." She looked around at the smoking piles of greenish meat, all that remained of the goblins. "There are several other things to work on too, like our...

Corsair covered her ears at the sound of the cannon blast. Brutus had sensed something fishy, and his blast had sprung the trap made by the goblins. Did they hear us coming? she wondered, stepping back just as Brutus launched himself forward. BOOM! One goblin gone, but the rest came on fast...

Corsair nodded in tacit approval. Clearly she had picked more than a mountain of hardened meat as a ally. She wouldn't have minded if he had been all brawn, in fact she had expected it, so the detective skills and otherworldly senses came as an incredible boon. Like looking over a resume and...

Corsair filed away the stranger's words like business cards in a rolodex. Everything he said raised new, exciting inquiries, but as he offered to show her how things work she zeroed in on the opportunity. "I appreciate theorem as much as the next," she said, synthesized voice buzzing as she...

The tree groaned in protest, and a squirrel leapt from the branches to scurry away. Hopefully it would find a home less prone to strongman demonstrations. Corsair smiled. She almost laughed. How had things fallen into place so easily? "An admirable range of capabilities," she said, walking...

Corsair took a seat next to the stranger. She kept her bracelet arm on the table, and it hummed and sparked next to his tea. "Lost implies I should be somewhere else, or that I've wandered. This was the closest starting settlement. Where else should I be? Tertoria?" She'd spent approximately...