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Archived threads:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Wretched%20Sea

1st Thread: Introduces naval combat and economic mechanics.

2nd Thread: Introduces looting in the ruins, the large-scale Battle of Sbvysek.

3rd Thread: Heavy exposition for the Republic, the Citadel Navy, and Reynolr himself.

4th Thread: Revelations about the unsettling amulets popularly worn by Scrap Bay nobility, and a great deal of exposition in general from a untrustworthy and evasive source in Céleste Chapuis.

5th Thread: Strange journeys with Miss Chapuis using the amulet - after dropping off the Republic prisoner with your new acquaintance in Scrap Bay, you set out into the southern Interim Sea on escort duty only to face a remarkably accurate Republic ship in a blinding storm.

6th Thread: Exploring the ruins of the fortress, you encounter a thinking relic of the Old Empire, and after an unsettling encounter, repair the Brora. After, you find your way to... Vryag, was it? You were chasing something, but you can only really remember the red speckling the walls, and a wreck-strewn beach. It seems like another world, but no one else shares your memories.

7th Thread: You explored an island, didn't you? Something about a mission, and cliffs of crystal... a sharp headache dulls this line of thought. You've stopped thinking about it, mostly - the present, your duty, and your crew - those are what's important.

8th Thread: You fight a battle with an uppity civilian, and the cargo you seize entangles you in the mission of Mr. Bucard, who seeks an ancient spire north of the Kraegsk.

9th Thread: Alongside Céleste and Kenneck, you pass the time on a cargo ship with stories. Upon reaching the Volcano, you board Bucard's airship, where all is not right…

10th Thread: Aboard Bucard’s airship, you settle in, take stock of your situation, and land yourself in a desperate fight against fanatics that want nothing more than Bucard’s expedition meeting its end before the Spire is ever sighted.

11th Thread: Exploring the outskirts of the Spire before the storm, you came across an auxiliary port. Unfortunately cut short, if your memory holds...

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It seems like this mission to the very end of the world will never end; surrounded by adventurers, cutthroats, and treasure-seekers, the relative honesty of your cherished Navy is nowhere to be found. Backroom deals, shifting allegiences, scores being settled - if the smattering of fresh corpses littering the stone underneath the shackled Maîtresse proves anything - and the pervasive void of trust on this damned vessel. And all for what? Relics pried from the grave of the Old Empire, half of the adventurers wearing those damned ruby Amulets of power and madness...

The storm is fading, but these thoughts have been hounding you during your solitude in the storm. You should be heading back to Scrap Bay soon, aboard the Brora before the end of leave - Bucard has been going out on his own during the storm, always returning with less men than he set out with, but has he been satisfied?

This damned expedition, full of damned men!

>Land is no place for an honest sailor. I need to return to my duty, to my ship and my crew.
>It's worth the trouble.. This quest for knowledge, old power that can help the Citadel's cause - I must confess, I'm damnedly curious.
>Something else?

Its back! Huzzah!

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Welcome back to Trawler Quest!

I'll be finding my feet in this first session, doubtless - circumstance dictates that this will be closing at 8-9, but I had to at least start. Regardless, the decisions made today are crucial to the immediate future of this quest, to be fully explored tomorrow...

Happy to be back, and I repeat the apologies on my twitter for the long absence - I hope a few of my old players remember this quest!

>>2263101
>It's worth the trouble.. This quest for knowledge, old power that can help the Citadel's cause - I must confess, I'm damnedly curious.

What's the worst that could happen?

>>2263101
>It's worth the trouble.. This quest for knowledge, old power that can help the Citadel's cause - I must confess, I'm damnedly curious.

There's so much here that could benefit us, either as advantage or warning.

>>2263115
Damnit Anon.

>>2263101
>Land is no place for an honest sailor. I need to return to my duty, to my ship and my crew.

>>2263101
>>Land is no place for an honest sailor. I need to return to my duty, to my ship and my crew.
Fuck yeah it's back, now let's sink some carriers

>>2263114
Huzzah, great to see this again!

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>>2263101
>>Land is no place for an honest sailor. I need to return to my duty, to my ship and my crew.
Let's get back to our bote.

Good to see you back Scribe, I've missed this quest terribly.

>>2263129
I wonder if we can get torpedo racks for our girl. Would make sinking the big boys easier.

>>2263161
On a trawler? No way. Especially given the seas in this part of the world and the level of tech on offer in Trawler Quest, we'd likely end up with borderline useless early 1900s single tube launchers, or even the dreaded submerged tubes.

>>2263168
I was thinking of the single tube launchers. Hadn't considered the potentially shitty tech.

>>2263101
>It's worth the trouble.. This quest for knowledge, old power that can help the Citadel's cause - I must confess, I'm damnedly curious.

But mostly, I'm curious.

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>>2263182
Single tube launchers proved basically useless in practice. Torpedos have to be launched in spreads, if you have less than four on a ship that can all fire in a given direction, you might as well not bother, and in practice multiple triple or quadruple launchers is desirable, but I can't see that until we obtain a Destroyer or the Corvette I think it was that we encountered a while back, Ibis I think, was basically a Tribal-class Destroyer in function. I think we will have to leave the Brora behind at some point, though it'd be a good escort to have for our other ship/s no doubt.

>>2263187
Idle curiosity combined at any point with the word 'eldrich' always results in a bad end for everyone.

Purposeful curiosity plus the word 'eldrich' usually results in a bad end for almost everyone.

Its that 'almost' I'm counting on.

>>2263195
Ah. Its the spreads that I failed to grasp. Now I get it. Torpedos are not sniper weapons, they are shotguns.

>>2263226
Pretty much, between distance, your speed, your target's speed, establishing that speed, range and angle off bow accurately, sea state, torps not running at a 100% consistent pace, the opponent manoeuvring and so on so forth, it's really, really hard to land a torpedo on an enemy ship by the time it reaches them at meaningful ranges in ship to ship combat. Instead you try to fill an area of sea with enough of them that one or two hopefully hit and even if they don't, it'll often force the target to violently manoevure or steer clear of the torpedoed area to avoid them, allowing you to use to an extent as a delaying/area denial tactic.

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Undiminished curiosity clashes with your longing to return to the familiar, sturdy Brora. You turn your attention to the endless argument between your companions on this journey - a Scrap Bay noblewoman, Céleste Chapuis, and a crewman from the Brora, Mr. Kenneck.

"If it were up to me, we'd fling that damned thing off the side!" Kenneck is saying, pointing to the nearest window.

He's proven to be an utterly reliable man, deadly with his rifle and firm in the face of madness. He abhors the oddness and vileness of the Old Empire's relics - one of which is a ruby amulet of strange powers around Céleste's neck, another the gruesome statue - Visage - clutched in her pale arms. Céleste is his opposite - graceful and curious of the mad things where Kenneck is blunt and content with his duty.

"Closed-minded" Céleste sighs, as if she were scolding one her younger siblings back in her family's decayed mansion in Scrap Bay. "I am fine, you're certainly fine enough to try and destroy it - if it were devilry and evil incarnate, would it even allow that?"

"Doesn't need to mess with me, just with you." Kenneck accuses. You know the solitude of the storm has inflamed their language, but it still makes you wince. She has been acting off, though... "Don't forget where we acquired it - fanatics and cultists, worshiping it in their lair in the catwalks," he adds.

"And where do you acquire your rifle? Blood and industry that has worked and strained to produce that marvel, with how dead at its muzzle across this War?"

"Sir," Kenneck looks to you - you'd hoped they wouldn't bring you into this. "I'm not asking that you throw it off yourself, but the Ministry have mercy, it's ruination to consort with these artifacts too closely. We're here for technology, not... the mad things."

"Blood-soaked Ministry," Céleste grouses.

>Don't need to ask me. Céleste, we need to get rid of that damned thing.
>In spirit, Kenneck. Céleste, we should at least be hiding that thing, not clutching at it like an infant.
>Calm down, both of you. Who else can we trust? Breaking that apart over cabin fever is crazy.
>Lay off, Kenneck. You can't convince anyone if you accuse them of being mad in their head - where's reason to be found in that?
>The Visage is a precious relic, Kenneck. She's got a point - do you feel so uncomfortable around the Brora's guns? We know for a fact those have killed people.
>Something else?

>>2263266
>Calm down, both of you. Who else can we trust? Breaking that apart over cabin fever is crazy.
>In spirit, Kenneck. Céleste, we should at least be hiding that thing, not clutching at it like an infant.

>>2263266
>Calm down, both of you. Who else can we trust? Breaking that apart over cabin fever is crazy.
>In spirit, Kenneck. Céleste, we should at least be hiding that thing, not clutching at it like an infant.

>>2263266
>Calm down, both of you. Who else can we trust? Breaking that apart over cabin fever is crazy.
>In spirit, Kenneck. Céleste, we should at least be hiding that thing, not clutching at it like an infant.

It could be a useful bargaining tool with our questionable host, but only to be used as a dire last resort. We would be appealing to his madness.

>>2263266
>Calm down, both of you. Who else can we trust? Breaking that apart over cabin fever is crazy.
>In spirit, Kenneck. Céleste, we should at least be hiding that thing, not clutching at it like an infant.

It's probably not a very good idea to pay too much attention to the glowy statue cherished by cultists. For now.

"Calm down, both of you," you say in placid tones. One lesson from the Academy that had proven true at sea was that stress and worry often produced rancor that was brittle - a firm reminder of the circumstances, from a man of authority, often sufficed to restore order.

"Who else can we trust?" you continue, gesturing towards the innards of the airship. "We've fought together - breaking that trust over cabin fever, that is madness."

They glance at each other, the vitriol in the air between draining rapidly. Kenneck sighs releases his death-grip on his rifle - Céleste shakes her head, averting her gaze.

"As to your concerns, Kenneck - well, in spirit," you nod, holding up a cautioning hand to Céleste's worry. "Céleste, we should be at least hiding that thing, not clutching at it like an infant."

"Yes," she nods begrudgingly. Kenneck, in his blunt way, reaches over to take the Visage - the noblewoman recoils, a hard look in her narrowed eyes.

"Kenneck," you caution, motioning him away. You reach forward yourself, thinking she would trust you with it - instead, she speaks with strain in her voice, the words tumbling out.

"You're not taking it away, right? This isn't some ruse? We should be heading home soon, you're not 'hiding' it so I never find it again before we leave...? Where are you hiding it?"

>It's better if you don't see it for a day or two, Céleste. Please, trust me that it will be no more - but we're both worried about you, your mind...
>No, I'm just putting it away underneath those bed frames. Your own metaphor, Céleste - do I sleep next to the deck gun of the Brora? Use when you need it.
>Just trust me. I don't have to explain everything.
>Give it to me. You're not healthy - it's messing with you, I want you to recognize that.
>Something else?

First and only warning of these new sessions - innocuous dialogue, tone and substance, often comes back in unannounced ways in following posts...

>>2263052
Hey, good to see you again

>>2263374
>>It's better if you don't see it for a day or two, Céleste. Please, trust me that it will be no more - but we're both worried about you, your mind...
Gotta be gentle with the crazy person until she regains some lucidity.

>>2263374
>It's better if you don't see it for a day or two, Céleste. Please, trust me that it will be no more - but we're both worried about you, your mind...

Its fate can be decided later.

>>2263374
>It's better if you don't see it for a day or two, Céleste. Please, trust me that it will be no more - but we're both worried about you, your mind...
Handle céleste with care

>>2263374
>It's better if you don't see it for a day or two, Céleste. Please, trust me that it will be no more - but we're both worried about you, your mind...

>You saw the cultist turning into that... abomination, because of this thing! We don't want it happening to you, and I'm sure you don't either.

Be gentle about it, but remind her of that little incident on board of the Maîtresse.

>>2263374
>Something else?
"Céleste, do you remember all that time ago, during the ball, where we talked on the roof overlooking the bay? The relics of the old world draw you into the past, away from what we have in the present and what we could have in the future."

"They are helpful, but they are dangerous. This statue is the most dangerous one I have ever seen. You said so yourself, after we got away from the corrupted airship. You said that you realized how the Librarians in Scrap Bay went mad, how troubling it was when the knowledge just popped into your head. You told me to keep it away from you."

"Put it down Céleste, you don't need the Visage. You don't need it."

>>2263409
This is wordier than I like. I think it gets my idea across though

>>2263409
Switching to this.

>>2263409
Sure I'll switch to this too.

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"It's better if you don't see it for a day or two - please, trust me that it will be no more..." Céleste grimaces at your words, as if some dreaded expectation has come true. "We're worried about you, both of us! Your mind..."

"You don't get it," she scowls, a pulse of red in the prostrate wretches at the base of the Visage. "You're more refined than Kenneck, but you're still a Navy man, hanging from a noose with praise on your lips for the hangman, the thrice-damned Ministry-"

"Céleste!" you interrupt her tirade, "You're slipping again."

"Freeing my eyes," she says cryptically, still regarding you with narrowed eyes.

"Look, Céleste, do you remember when we met? At that ball, seems a world away, we talked overlooking overlooking the Bay- the relics of the old world trap you in the past, away from the reality of the present and hope for the future. It's painful to see their hold."

"That's precisely what you don't understand!" she erupts, dangerously reaching for the Amulet around her neck. "What in the present is good? The War? This horrible archipelago, this wretched sea? I think I have more hope for the present than any of you - in the past, is the blueprint for a better future! What does the Citadel promise, more than endless, glorified War?"

>>2263506
And what about your sibilings, or Sophia, are they not good?

>>2263506
Her last words are trite and flatly delivered, like she's repeating the words of another. In a decidedly mournful tone, you reply, "Maybe, Céleste. They're helpful, I won't deny that."

"Thank you." she says breathlessly, and somewhat disbelievingly. She's obviously expecting the rest of the sentence to more disagreeable.

"Helpful," you nod, "but dangerous. This statue is the most dangerous one I've seen, at least in the hands of someone I care about, not those mad adventurers, fanatics... you said so yourself, remember? You realized how the Librarians in Scrap Bay went utterly mad, you were disturbed when knowledge just, popped into your head."

She nods slowly, the hostility draining from her features, leaving exhaustion in their wake.

"You told me to keep it away from you," you say flatly. "Is Sophia bouncing your little brother on her lap, telling stories, is that not good? Just... please, put the Visage down for a while, you don't need it. You don't need it."

Céleste is silent for a few seconds, then grudgingly hands over the Visage.

"Maybe," she concedes, a bare whisper above the dying storm.

An hour later, Mr. Bucard's voice crackles over the speakers.

"Listen up! Uh... who's... right, the Navy man. Mr. Meier! Same message to anyone who ain't one of mine - we're stayin', but the ship's goin' back for supplies. Found things, wondrous things, and we're still diggin'. Or feeding people to the elevators, going up... come to the bridge if you want off this island. We need to log everyone, so we can load as many relics as we can to send back. Bucard out..

"Confession, sir," Kenneck says instantly. "Before you consider this - I don't have to remind you, our collective leave is ending in a week - I've been talking with some of the Krempt guys, quietly. They want out, too, they found a working ship in a sealed bay that can take us south... they say we barely made it here, can't abide by risking it again. A monster in the storm wall, remember that? With a hold full of relics and madness, blood in the water for sharks..."

Céleste declines to comment, her thoughts hidden behind her darkly glittering eyes.

>Kenneck, what the hell? We're going to see Bucard, and that's the end of it. I intend to stay here - there's still so much to discover!
>Don't go behind my back, conscript. We both want off, but we're not breaking Bucard's trust.
>He doesn't know we're still here... tell your Krempt acquaintances that we'll take the offer. Sounds safer than running the gauntlet again. Astaeren vessels will see us through.
>Something else?

Unfortunately, I have to go. Didn't get quite as far as I would have liked - but far more excitement awaits tomorrow! I really hope you enjoyed this quiet return, at least a little, and as always, thank you for playing!

>>2263583
Good to have you back. Thanks for the fun, boss

>>2263578
>Don't go behind my back, conscript. We both want off, but we're not breaking Bucard's trust.

I have doubts about the merc's abilities to activate a relic ship.

>>2263578
>Something else?
Its something to consider, but the reason we all came on an airship to being with was because the seas below were very, very dangerous. I'm not sure if the ship that been sitting here for years could make it all the way.

We'll head up and log ourselves to head back, but after that lets head down to take a look at that ship for ourselves.

>>2263583
Thanks for the run man, its good to have you back.

>>2263578
>Don't go behind my back, conscript. We both want off, but we're not breaking Bucard's trust.

>>2263578
>>Don't go behind my back, conscript. We both want off, but we're not breaking Bucard's trust.

>>2263578
>Don't go behind my back, conscript. We both want off, but we're not breaking Bucard's trust.

Not that Bucard is particularly trustworthy, but he seems like the kind of guy you don't want to get on the bad side of.

>>2263583
Thanks for running Scribe, super hype to have Trawler quest back.

>>2263578
>Remember Kenneck, while I wouldn't mind this... wonderful venture... ending sooner, betraying Bucard would ring through some circles and likely come back on the crew. That said, if we positioned ourselves as vital in the operation of the supply vessels, I wouldn't mind running out the clock until our leave expires being valuable to Mr. Bucard away from this place helping with supply runs.

>>2263578
>Don't go behind my back, conscript. We both want off, but we're not breaking Bucard's trust.
Although I don't trust bucard I don't want to risk it.

>>2263578
>He doesn't know we're still here... tell your Krempt acquaintances that we'll take the offer. Sounds safer than running the gauntlet again. Astaeren vessels will see us through.

>>2263578
Krempt acquaintances that we'll take the offer. Sounds safer than running the gauntlet again. Astaeren vessels will see us through.

We got a good one
Time to go back to work

>>2263605
>>2263578

Supporting this. Seems the most reasonable course of action. Comment Kenneck on his initiative.

>>2263605
Supporting the idea of seeing that ship, if we have time.

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"Good initiative," you say after a moment's contemplation, "but next time, don't go behind my back. Could have been a test of loyalty by Mr. Bucard."

"They were desperate," Kenneck says, but defends himself no further.

"We both want off, but we can't break Bucard's trust," you say sympathetically, rising to your feet. "Let's go."

Céleste follows without a word of protest, though she opens her mouth as if to speak many times - her eyes are unfocused, still thinking over your earlier words.

~

Bucard greets you at the door to the Bridge, widely smiling.

"Mr. Meier!" he shakes your hand vigorously, nodding to your companions. "You must not have entered the Spire - so few have engendered to leave! There are too many wondrous things in there, people don't want to give them up - I've had to order some of my Krempt mercenaries to man the airship at double pay, they've been struck by the same fever."

You glance at Kenneck - is Bucard blind to the dangers of the storm wall? Does he simply not care that all who remained would be damned if the airship never returned?

"As to you, Mr. Meier, I could guarantee better quarters than your miserly searchlight deck - the Bridge, in fact! I trust a Navy man can help the crew in a fashion, and your ruby lady can substitute my own guidance over the Wall if Sir Bollard goes quite mad."

>Yes, we'll be returning.
>No, I'd like to stay here. The Navy can wait...
>Something else?

Heading out for mass, returning in an hour. Thread will go fully active after that!

>>2265929
>Yes, we'll be returning.

We have duties. Proper duties like patrolling and killing rowboats

>>2265929
>Yes, we'll be returning.
The (mildly) safer option.

>>2265929
>>Yes, we'll be returning.
Wouldn't want to be gone overlong.

>>2265929
>Yes, we'll be returning.

>>2265929

>Yes, we'll be returning

>>2265929
>Yes, we'll be returning.
As wondrous as this place is, we have responsibilities in the rest of the world.

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"We'll be returning," you simply state, and Mr. Bucard grimaces.

"You Navy men," he mourns, "holding back real progress. I had hoped you would stay, I must confess - the Citadel and Republic have continually declined my efforts."

"There are official channels," you observe, alarmed at the prospect of revolutionary presence here.

"Still, you have kept your mind more open than most. I trust I will encounter you in the detritus of the Bay," Mr. Bucard says, turning and leaving on the bridge, a dozen Krempt mercenaries trailing in his wake.

"I almost wish I could stay," Céleste whispers, drawing an alarmed glare from Kenneck.

"I don't think I want to," she continues after a pause, half-aware, her Amulet flashing red. You blink -

- and for a moment, you see her entirely differently, snarling and spiteful, eyes full of mistrust, storming out of the Bridge to her precious Visage.

You blink again, and Miss Chapuis is once again placid and hesitant. "Your gentle words, Reynolr. An island in this madness..."

>Yes, it's for the best. Leave this place behind.
>If you wish to stay here, and indulge your great curiosity, and I cannot stop you.
>Something else?

>>2266251
>>Yes, it's for the best. Leave this place behind.

>>2266251
>>Yes, it's for the best. Leave this place behind.
there will be other places
lets go home and rest

>>2266251
>Yes, it's for the best. Leave this place behind.

Perhaps another time

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"Leave this place behind."

She nods in reluctant assent, and the preparations are made. The Maîtresse departs in the fading light, loaded with unknowable relics and forlorn fugitives.

>You accept Bucard's offer to take a place at the Bridge, and potentially to lend some help. Kenneck recommends this.
>You stay in your quarters on the bow searchlight deck.
>You take refuge in the environs of the airship, among the piles of relics and oddities. Miss Chapuis recommends this.
>You relocate somewhere else in the airship. [_____]
>Something else?

>>2266419
>>You accept Bucard's offer to take a place at the Bridge, and potentially to lend some help. Kenneck recommends this.

>>2266419
>>You accept Bucard's offer to take a place at the Bridge, and potentially to lend some help. Kenneck recommends this.

>>2266419
>You accept Bucard's offer to take a place at the Bridge, and potentially to lend some help. Kenneck recommends this

I feel that Celeste's idea would end with us hovering over her and damaging that relationship

>>2263052
YEEESSS!! Top quest is back.

>>2266419
>You accept Bucard's offer to take a place at the Bridge, and potentially to lend some help. Kenneck recommends this.

>>2266419
>You accept Bucard's offer to take a place at the Bridge, and potentially to lend some help. Kenneck recommends this.

Will try to post in the morning, apologies. Was hauling the laptop around campus updating tonight - updates will be somewhat more intermittent than before, but I am not disappearing again. Thank you for playing, and again, apologies for the shitty run tonight.

>>2266714
Thanks for the fun, boss. Great to have you back.

>>2266714
Its fine man, it was a good run. Seeya soon.

You know the first thing we need when we get back? A copy of the military Newspaper.

>>2266419
>You accept Bucard's offer to take a place at the Bridge, and potentially to lend some help. Kenneck recommends this.

>>2266419
>You accept Bucard's offer to take a place at the Bridge, and potentially to lend some help. Kenneck recommends this.

Keep the girl away from the toys, lest she turn into a starspawn.

>>2266419
>>You accept Bucard's offer to take a place at the Bridge, and potentially to lend some help. Kenneck recommends this.

Yay trawler question is back!

I'm kinda sad we didn't get to go up the spire, but at the same time the ominous red glow in this picture makes me glad we're clearing out. I hope Bucard makes it back, he's an interesting character.

>>2266419
>You accept Bucard's offer to take a place at the Bridge, and potentially to lend some help. Kenneck recommends this.

tfw terribly sick so I missed last night's session. feels bad

>>2266863
>get back
>scrap bay is now under republic control

>>2267675
No qm gona make us roll for dat shit

So I've reread the archives again and I've spotted things to take care of when we get back.

First, make sure we've offloaded the prisoners we took from the civvie escort we fought.
Second, we towed that floating tin can all the way back to the Bay, so we need to know what we got out of that.
Third, we still have all the tech we picked up from the hydro station and the small area of the techno fortress that we still have to do something with.

I'm sorta against just giving them to the scientist cause they're gonna ask where we got them and I'm not inclined to tell them we have almost free access into the fortress or tell them about the AI yet. Personally I was maybe thinking we turn that place into a personal base but we will see. Either way if we do sell it to the scientists we need a no questions asked kinda thing going on. Conversely we could show the stuff to Celeste first and see what she could tell us.

One last thing is that barrel of Klesia we found. We need to offload that to command real quick, preferably with armed guards. That is a strategic asset and if we turn that into command with the hull of that escort we could probably trade that influence in to get much needed crew and upgrades to the Brora, or, if the opportunity arises, maybe even trade up in ship if it looks like it should happen.

Might be more things we need to address, will look again later.

Apologies for the unannounced lack of a run yesterday, everybody. The QM curse wasted no time in 2018 - sore throat started last weekend, and everything else followed to a miserable sickness. I will be posting fairly broad and lore-filled posts for the next days, but there will be no 3-4 hr block of solid runtime, I don't have the energy for that. Apologies again, and thank you for playing.

>>2269560
No problem Scribe, just don't die.

>>2269560
Dont die
So happy this came back

>>2269560
What the other guys said.

I'm scared, please come back Scribe.

>>2279540
I've prepared everything I need to panic properly.

>>2279540
>>2279574
I'm pretty sure I have stockholm syndrome at this point. This thread could die right now and I'd still be just as hyped if / when another one popped up.

>>2279585
I still have a little hype for a quest that hasn't run since August of 2015.

QM said 'get hype' when he announced his next session and so I did.

>>2279616
I've been waiting for commander quest since what, 2011? 12? And Diarca damnit, I want to experiment with the suit of armour we found in the ruins

>>2279540
He's got a twitter you know

I'm really sorry guys, sickness+college (mostly the latter now) is a beast I'm still struggling to balance with my recreational stuff. Expect a new thread in 1-2 weeks, with a proper return to ships and sea combat.

Apologies again. This was really shitty of me.

>>2296037
Not at all, sir. Real life is real life (and a part of the QM curse that no one talks about).

You do an awesome quest, and if that means we have to wait, we'll wait warmly.

And don't forget to archive for future players.