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macmacnick:
--Over Chaladon--


Kirk and his Envoy have Been over the island of Chaladon for most of the day, and now, all night. As he has had success, he contacts the council back home, and is in the midst of a sort of 'Radio conference call' involving him, along with Mac and the Council.
~~Over the Radio~~
Kirk
Success has been achieved, at least up to this point, in gaining cooperation with the Order. I have a meeting arranged with one of the Chaladonian leaders around Lunchtime tomorrow.


Mac
"So, Kirk, why does it seem like you always get assignments which end up involving you and an influential politician chatting over lunch?"


Kirk
"Heh, it's probably because of my reputation, along with my luck. Also, I wasn't the one experimenting with Lochnagar Hwachas."


Mac
"Damn, I knew I shouldn't have tried that experiment, it was from the start destined to fail..."


Council Member
*Ahem* "To what extent were the Envoys successful?"


Mac
"The Cathedral envoy was successful, but there was a slight rocky patch."


Council Member
"Explain."


Kirk
"Jeez, Pieman, what's with the strict attitude today?"


Mac
"Yeah, why so direct today, Pieman?"


Pieman
"...I'm still waiting on an explanation..."


Mac
"Okay. So, After we landed, a group including myself went out to scout out potential places to stay, but were confronted regarding by a customs official saying we needed to register our ships with the Cathedral authorities. After I completed the forms, and was about to exit the customs compound, I was confronted by a Cathedral militia officer who wanted to know our motives. I obliged, and explained it all to him. Lieutenant Daniels was his name, I think..."


Pieman
"And you, Kirk?"


Kirk
"Well... We're still waiting on a meeting with an influential Chaladonian nobleman, and discussing manners over lunch."


Pieman
"Good Luck with that."


Mac
"Good Luck, Kirk."


Pieman
"The other council members and I have decided to postpone the envoys to The League and the Mercantile Guild."


Mac
"Very well then."


Kirk
"Very well."
~~end Radio Call~~


--Cathedral--
 Mac and his group finally resume their scouting of Cathedral, and thus are looking for accommodations at an inn, along with a warehouse for storage and workshops.


Mac
"Oh, look! A warehouse for Sale."


Group member 1
"Looks slightly like a fixer-upper to me..."


Mac
"Tom, why are you always so negative?"


Tom
"Seeing things in the worst-case scenario means one can never be let-down."


Mac
"...I don't want to agree with that, but that's actually true..."


Mac then goes and purchases the warehouse, and promptly gets to work fixing it up and setting up a workshop for himself and other Cake members.

Captain Lockheart:
--CATHEDRAL--

Lockheart awoke in Catherdrals large infirmary. He was in a White tiled room, he immediately tried to move. But he fell back; tired and crying out in pain.
He looked to his left hip where his Deep sword gash was after the Raiders got him. His wound was clean and a fresh bandage covered his waist.

-- 3 days earlier, 2 leagues south of Cathedral--
Aboard the "Yeshan Dragon"

Lockheart: "well, skies are clear from here on-wards it seems"
Lockheart beamed as he spun the wheel hard right to turn them north towards Catheral.
He left the helm and told his First mate to take command for now.

Lockheart: " Well, Fadeshade. How long are we until cathedral?, Anvala was all well and good but i want to see the rest of the Mercantile Guild before returning to Averna. Also the Council was giving me the whole..."

*lockheart makes a mouth with his hand and starts imitating the Anvalan Council*

Lockheart: " Can we expect more relations and agreements with our new friends in Averna,... The guild is grateful for assistance but there are matters they wish to settle.."

Fadeshade: " You shouldent of got involved int he seige, Ser."

Lockheart turns to him and smiles.

Lockheart: " No i shouldent but, well... I was in the city and i didnt intend on being eviscerated... And i wont say no to a brawl now and then..."

Fadeshade does some writing then turns back to Lockheart.

Fadeshade: " Indeed, 2 days travel to Cathedral... But... Will this not strain relations with the Baronies?"

Lockhearts face turned sour. He sighed. Put a hand on his sword hilt and began to walk to his quarters.

Lockheart: " lets hope none lived to see our banners..."

2 hours passed with nothing but the clear sky in-front of the "Yeshan Dragon", Lockheart sat in his Quarters drinking and plotting, and occasionally coming out to check course and get some air. Then when they were in a gentle valley at night. The sky was foggy and the Helmsman just had to rely on his compass to see where they needed to go. The "Yeshan Dragon" led the fleet of 9 ships returning from Anvala, 4 carrying the wounded after the ground battle. Then all of a sudden they were surrounded by 10 Pyramidions and 5 Galleons. They bore no sigil. The alarms rang and the ships formed up.

Lockheart was called out onto the helm to lead his motley, but experienced squadron.

It was a bloody skirmish, starting with flares being fired to allow the Chaladonian fleet to see their foes. The "Yeshan Dragon" fired its top deck Hwacha at the first Pyra, its balloon was torn to shreds and it immediately sunk. The rest of the fight involved 2 galleons ripping apart 2 of the ships that carried the wounded. But Lockhearts Goldfishes and Pyras soon finished off 4 Galleons and 6 Pyras, sustaining No more losses to their own fleet.

2 Pyras then boarded Lockhearts ship while the remainder scuppered, or fled. One of Lockhearts ships, "The White Whaler" managed to harpoon one of the crewless Pyras away. While the crew were battling on deck.

Lockheart deflected blow after blow, lunge after lunge, parried every strike that came his way with his supreme swordsmanship. He pulled out his pistol a few times and shot a few of the raiders. But in a locked Sabre conflict with one of the ships captains he parried his over head strike and lunged forward thrusting his sword into the captain, but he was also wise and Lockhearts left side was now open, he stuck. The blade connecting with Lockhearts body as he fell to the floor. Lockheart Dropped to the floor and crawled towards his quarters whilst his crew pushed back the wave of invaders.

For the rest of the voyage, 2 of Lockhearts Squid scouts towed the Broken Galleon toward Cathedral ahead of his fleet. His wound began to fester and his vision become blurry. He had no word from the rest of his fleet. He only hoped that they made it here...


BdrLineAzn:
Skies over Middle Plains

--Starlight--

Flying nonstop since their departure, the two ship formation fly over the town of Sunder some time near midnight. Onboard the Goldfish, the crew are taking 4 hour shifts on manning  the helm. As of now, it is ten pass six in the morning and Courage is the only one awake.

Downstairs in the room below Courage, BdrLine and Charles are still asleep in their cots, while Althea takes up the space in the cabin. With the morning sun coming through the window in the cabin, the light rays falls upon her face. Slightly irritated, Althea turns away from the light but can't seem to hid from it as the whole room is engulfed with light. As a last ditch effort, she places the blanket over her face which seems to block it out. Feeling content, she then drift back to sleep, not until the door near the helm opens with a bang.

(Althea)
"Arghh, can't even get a few more hours in."

(Courage)
"Well good morning to you as well."

(Althea)
"What is it Courage that you have to slam the door open."

(Courage)
"One, I didn't slam it open, you maybe heating things. And two, my four hours are up and it's Charles turn."

(Althea)
"You going downstairs to wake him up? Wait, what time is it?"

Sitting up and swinging her legs over to the side, Althea grabs her watch from the table and checks the time.

(Althea)
"A little over six o'clock. Here Courage, just watch the helm for a little bit while I'll get the two."

(Courage)
"But I just need Charles to take over, why do you need to wake Bdr?"

(Althea)
"Just a bit of payback for waking me up early yesterday. Which reminds me, watch your back a bit Courage, I need to get you back for right now."

With a slight gulp, Courage watches as Althea exits out the cabin. Heading down the stairs, Althea turns right and opens the door leading to the other room. Seeing that both men are still asleep, she plots on how to get some revenge from her partner. Seeing that he is in a hanging cot, Althea silently tip toes to Bdr and grabs the hanging fabric. As she abouts to pull the under he, BdrLine places a hand on her wrist. Surprised, Althea looks to his face and sees that his eyes are open.

(Althea)
"How did you know I here?"

(BdrLine)
"Remember how I'm an earlier riser? I was about to get up until I heard you open the door. For kicks I stayed in a bit to see what you were up to. I didn't know that you would try and place me on the floor." 

Moving her wrist from his hand, Althea crosses her arms and tilts her head up to the overhead.

(Althea)
"Well I needed to get you back from yesterday's morning."

BdrLine gives a small laugh as he stands up and hugs the pouting Althea.

(BdrLine)
"Hehe, try a little harder next time. Soo good morning, may I ask why you are down here besides on exacting revenge."

(Althea)
"Well Courage finished his shift and is now Charles' turn."

Stirring at the sound of his name, Charles turns and lazily opens his eyes to see who is in the room.

(Charles)
"What about me?"

(Althea)
"Courage is done, you need to get up there and fly the ship."

(Charles)
"*groans* Alright, I'll be there."

With the speed of a sloth on adrenaline, Charles slowly gets off his cot and places his shoes on. Moving pass the couple, he opens and exits through the door heading for the stairs. 

Rolling his eyes and shaking his head, BdrLine brakes the hug and opens the door leading to the hold.

Curious, Althea follows and pokes her head in.

(Althea)
"What you doing down there?"

Some dings and clanks can be heard as BdrLine rummage though their belongings and equipment until an "Ah-ha" can be heard. He reemerges with a small cooker and a bag of food.

(BdrLine)
"Well since we all are mostly awake, why not some breakfast. What time is it anyway?"

(Althea)
"Well it is around six in the morning, and I do feel a bit famished."

(BdrLine)
"Six in the morning huh? Hmm, can you help me set it up on the main deck, I need to say something to the two up there as well."

Nodding, Althea opens and hold the door letting BdrLine through. Once out, they go to the main deck of the Goldfish and lay out the cooker and supplies. As they set up, BdrLine sees that Charles is already at the helm and turns to him.

(BdrLine)
"Charles, is the radar on? We may see some raider activity here in the morning."

(Charles)
"Should be, it's been on since we left Cathedral."

(BdrLine)
"Just watch it, some of these guys like to surprise ships with the sun in their eyes."

(Charles)
"On it."

Turning back, BdrLine sees that Althea has already set the cooker up and has a lighter out to start the flames. She then places some bacon and crack some eggs on to it.

(Althea)
"So we may encounter raiders huh?"

(BdrLine)
"Maybe, they usually ones for surprises."

(Althea)
"Well we have surprises as well."

Nodding, BdrLine goes over and helps with the cooking.

Oliver Colt:
Wild Winds Inn - Cathedral

Elizabeth and Thomas are counting the money they have left, which isn't much. They'll need to find a job soon.

(Elizabeth)
"We can just do our thing for a while, it should be enough."

(Thomas)
"We definitely need something bigger though. You think this is gonna last a week?"

(Elizabeth)
"If we want something big we need to look for it first! We can't just make stuff up!"

(Oliver)
"Alright! Doing our thing. I can do that. I'm heading off to the city center if anyone wants to tag along."

(Elizabeth)
"Good that. I'm going to the saloon we saw earlier, see what I can find. Let's go Lilith!"

(Thomas)
"Alright, I'll be going to the docks then if anyone cares..."

(Lilith)
"Bye Thomas, have fun!"

Oliver was probably pickpocketing the whole day, that's "his thing". Pretty uneventful for him aside from that.

Somewhere in Cathedral

Lilith and Elizabeth walk in and notice the place is almost empty, except for the barman and three gentlemen who are playing poker while they drink. It's not surprising, considering the time of the day.

(Bartender)
"Good mornin'. What can I do for you ladies?"

(Elizabeth)
"We're just looking for something to distract ourselves if that's ok, thank you."

(Bartender)
"Feel free, call me if you need anything."

As he goes back to ask the men if they want anything else, Elizabeth starts looking around the place. It's not fancy but it's well kept. The usual saloon you'd see anywhere else. There's a piece of paper hanging in one of the walls and she gets closer to read it. This could be their big thing... Or not.

(Elizabeth)
"Selling a house? Who'd leave this place, it's literally the best a city can get."

(Barman)
"Huh? Oh that. Sorry miss, the house has already been sold, I forgot to take that down."

(Lilith)
"Oh no..."

(Elizabeth)
"Oh, it's ok. We'll be leaving now, good day."

And with that they head to the city center, see what they see.

The docks

Thomas has been walking around for a few hours now, looking in several establishments nearby and overhearing casual conversations to try to catch something useful. After a while more of trying he starts heading back to the Inn.

(Girl #1 -lol NPCs-)
"Excuse me, sir?"

It was a young lady, really pretty too.

(Thomas)
"Oh. Good afternoon. How can I help you, miss?"

(Girl)
"I don't think I've seen you before around here. My name is Emma."

(Thomas)
"Uh, I'm Thomas Grant, nice to meet you."

(Emma)
"I was wondering if you'd help me take some of my luggage to my hotel. It's not far from here, I promise."

And throwing at him her only bag she started leading the way.

macmacnick:
--Cathedral--

Narrator
Mac, Having recently bought an old warehouse, was having a heyday refurbishing it, adding space for ships to be worked on, fireproofing, and a dedicated testing chamber for fire-based weapons, along with workshop and heavy weapons testing section. Currently, Mac was tinkering with the VSS Crii'c'et, adding some improvements to the engines, trying to eke out as much thrust as possible due to additional weight. He had already upgraded the radio system and replaced the side light weapon mounts with heavy weapon mounts, reinforcing the structure of the mounts to accommodate the weight of the extra heavy guns. Two light weapon mounts were added to the rear portion of the ship, accessible from the upper deck and angled 30° towards the back to reduce the size of the rear blindside.
End Narrator

--Cathedral,  Mac's Warehouse--

Jen approached Mac quietly, giving him a surprise when she suddenly materialized seemingly out of thin air.

Mac
"Jen, Stop sneaking up on me like that!"

Jen
"Sorry, but it's so funny to see your reaction whenever I do it!"

Mac
"Still, Jen, come on! I could end up dropping a large or delicate object on myself, and having to face the consequences."

Jen
"Well, Maybe I'll stop doing that."

Mac
"Anyways, I'm nearly done with this engine; I presume you came to 'play' with the fire weapons?"

Jen
"You got that one right!"

Mac
"Just let me finish this engine... There! Perfect!"

Jen
"Flame time?"

Mac
"No, it's obviously extinguisher time... Of course it's Flame time!"

Narrator
Mac and Jen then spend the rest of the day playing with flame-based weapons, experimenting with cooking things with flamethrowers, and experimenting with different types of fuels for flamers to see which burns hottest.
End Narrator

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