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TDM #8
TEST DRIVE #8
The day begins as any other, you’re going about your day, living your life, when, without warning, you feel the world around you shift on its axis. You feel a great tear, welling from the depths of your soul as you are ripped from all you have known. If you’re lucky, you arrive in the wilderness of an unfamiliar world, where the language is foreign and the people are hostile. To make your escape, you must learn some language, flee, and occasionally fight, all to find your way off the floating isles you find yourself on and to the great ocean below, where rebel forces will welcome you.
If you’re unlucky, you materialize within a room full of armed guards and are quickly subdued with charged nets, stripped of your belongings, fitted with strange devices that suppress your powers and pressed into servitude. Your days are unimaginable pain and toil.
Fortunately, even in this world, there is still hope. For the denizens of this world have not given up. And it is for that dream of salvation that the Crimson Corsairs raise their flags and sail - for liberation. Perhaps you are one who has lived their entire life under the oppressive yoke of the Empire. Perhaps you have seen first hand your family and friends cut down by nobles hunting men for sport, or perhaps you have run afoul with the church and barely escaped with your life. No matter your origin, the Corsairs sail for you, for your freedom, for your life. And today, a taste of freedom will be won for all.
ARRIVAL/LIBERATION
The attacks on Bluvink and Vindess were wildly successful, but it also created the largest risk to Imperial citizens ever. Due to the heavy dealing with certain elements of the imperial citizenry, there has been a heightened risk at the Empire cracking down on them. In an effort to protect them, the Corsairs have welcomed a large number of refugees from Imperial settlements for the first time. While some servants were also liberated in the operation, a great deal of the Corsair’s airship resources were devoted to evacuation.
As such, the Vault is filled to the brim with people being processed and temporarily housed. Whole families have been displaced, and it’s hard to determine who might be willing to sell out the Corsairs for a chance to return when offered. Please be patient, like as not, you’ll be here for a while.
UNDERGROUND OVERCROWDING
In addition to the refugees, many of Flotsam’s regulars are currently residing in the Vault. While the settlement is quite large, even its capacity is starting to become overloaded. And with the clashing personalities of typical Vault and Flotsam residents, to say nothing of all of the Imperial refugees who have been ripped from their former lives and are now residing in an unfamiliar and, for Isle-dwellers disconcerting new home, tensions are running high. It’s pretty common for brawls to break out, although if you’re taking part or attempting to keep the peace is another story entirely.
CRITICAL REPAIRS
The fighting in the Isles Above was intense, and the airships did not escape unscathed. The ships have been brought into the Vault for intensive inspection and repairs, and those who are on duty are working day and night to get them fixed up in time for the next major operation. Whether you’re a craftsperson, hunter, gatherer, or salvager, chances are high that you’ve been tapped to procure or create material for these repairs, and you haven’t really had much time to rest.
It’s all right though, the foremen kindly left free pizza in the mess hall. That makes it fine, right?
WHEN YOU’RE LAND-BOUND, BETTER DRINK
Many of the Flotsam residents are going more than a little stir-crazy hiding out in the Vault. In what is certainly an extremely cunning plan without any potential downsides, the Vault has mobilized all of the Waterlogged Row’s purveyors of grog and set them up centrally within the Vault. And thus, the Flotsam citizens are able to engage in their favorite past-time. Getting extremely drunk. In enclosed quarters. In a city full of scholars that’s under constant bombardment.
Surely nothing will go wrong.
WILDCARD
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Matt covers his nose and mouth. He can still make out some of the smell, but he avoids the worst of it.
"Does that work for you?" he asks the Corsair who downed the drink. Sometimes he's amazed at what other people can tolerate in their mouths and sinuses. Drinking something similar would take exposure, repetition, and wild determination for Matt. He had gained a great amount of tolerance since childhood.
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The Corsair has his eyes squeezed shut as he swallows, thumping the glass down on the table like he's just polished off an actual shot of liquor. He looks over at Matt for a moment as though not clearly seeing him, cheeks puffing out before the hearty, wet belch he fails to contain spills out from between his lips. Matt might reconsider whether the remedy smells worse on its own or topped off with whatever mixtures of grog the man had previously imbibed. Even Tau has to wrinkle his nose.
"Hoo- needed that..." the Corsair says, speech still somewhat slurred as he thumps a fist against his chest. "'s nasty on the way down but...starts kickin' in soon'nuff." He starts to laugh before putting a hand over his mouth for a moment, and even Tau goes tense in case he needs to make a grab for that bucket again. The moment seems to pass and the Corsair slowly straightens up again, swaying slightly, not quite directed at Matt when he starts talking again.
"Soon'enuff!" he assures, teetering slightly as he turns to stumble off to find somewhere to maybe sit and wait it out.
Tau sighs, shaking his head as he removes the used glass.
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He turns to Tau after the Corsair stumbles away. "Sounds like an endorsement. You could be rich if you sold bottles at the market," he jokes.
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Matt tilts his head. "Are you a leader among them? You're taking on quite the responsibility."
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That question gets a bark of a laugh in response. "Hah! Leader- hardly," he says, snorting lightly at that. "I serve as a medic for the most part. So isn't keeping people functional my responsibility?"
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"Ah, no wonder you know how to cure a hangover!" Matt joins him chuckling. "And with- are those all natural ingredients? They reek to my sensitive nose, but it doesn't smell uh... highly processed, if that makes sense? I should have guessed you were an herbalist, now that I think about the evidence here."
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Tau smiles faintly as he starts going through the ingredients he has, selecting carefully preserved leaf from a cloth wallet of sorts. He drops it into the mortar. "Of course. True, some of them do smell pretty bad once you crush them, but if it actually tasted or smelled good wouldn't it be more suspect?"
He starts to apply the pestle to grind the leaf against stone, but at least this one doesn't give off such a sharp, gut-churning scent. "Eh, I know my way around plants is all."
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A healer, not a leader, would likely be someone who could speak accurately to the nature of the Corsairs. "I'm thinking of joining the Corsairs properly; I'm not half bad at information collection. But I wasn't sure how uh... Dedicated they are to taking an ethical approach to the rebellion. Not to mention how they would receive a blind man."
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Tau pauses in his grinding, arching a brow at the man. "So long as you're able to handle yourself and know your limitations, I don't think they'd be picky about anything like that. Depends on who you end up working alongside though. Some will be more open-minded than others, and others might not want to risk any victories if they think you might be a weak point. Ethical though...?"
Matt might get the impression that that suggestion is even more confusing to Tau than the thought of a blind man wanting to join in on things, the question an invitation to expound.
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"I've heard that recently we extracted a few survivors from an Imperial facility who were used in experiments for some type of drug. Children. There were even more found dead. Our people weren't too happy about it."
He resumes crushing the leaf, bringing the pestle around to make sure the powder is fine.
"If we use the same methods the Empire has been using, how will that make us any better? Most of the people fighting on this side come because of desperation, and because they've experienced how bad the Empire can be.
"There's nothing ethical about a war. People get killed. People kill. That's already something that's been established and accepted. I'd hope any self-respecting healer would know better than to agree to any suggestions of experimentation. What good is winning a war if we lose ourselves?"
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"Well said," he agrees. "That's what I hoped you'd say." Matt smiles. "I think I'll be joining soon. Maybe we'll be working together in the future."
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Tau gives him a nod, a smirk tugging at his lips. "This is going to start to smell so if you'd rather avoid a repeat of earlier, I advise you not sticking around," he suggests as he pulls out more ingredients for the concoction.
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