Alice’s dual-class story: She got really bored and decided to hunt. Then a crit die happened, and an ecosystem was destroyed in only a few hours.
In other news: I don’t know what month comes after Forta in this fantasy setting! Or if months are even 30-31 days in it.
Session 10 Journal (28th to 30th of Forta)
28th of Forta, 1107
Despite setting off on the Bad Luck, (a perfect name for a ship setting off to Calamity Island,) today was a fairly slow day. My stomach was sloshing about like nobody’s business, but that’s the price to pay if you want to prevent a hangover. I stayed as sedentary as I could not to get seasick, and it worked. Koal didn’t do too well, but then again he never does on boat trips. We did get a group of Nomads joining our journey, though. They deserted their own tribes in hopes that wouldn’t get them mixed up in the war proper. It is the ETE we’re talking about, so one can’t be sure how well that will work. We can hope for the best, and if this ends quickly enough it may not even be concern.
29th of Forta, 1107
We didn’t exactly sleep the best; our ship tossed and turned, and given the upcoming events none of us could really rest easy. Still though, we were at least able to make it out of the river and into the sea.
During our travels, we came upon a small fleet of ETE ships attacking a poor, defenseless, delicious Dragon Turtle. We’re never a group to pass up an opportunity to fuck up some ETE shit, so of course we dove right in and intervened. I won’t say it was a mistake to do so, but it was certainly taxing on our resources. I opened the fight strong, sinking an entire ship with a volley of only three cannon shots. The rest of the fight… did not go as smoothly. For me especially. Their aim was as good as mine, and when the rest of the ships opened fire, we discovered the Bad Luck was an apt name. The ship sank, and our crew made their way to the back of the Dragon Turtle, who Deneb attempted to befriend. I thought I’d be cool and fire off one last cannon shot at the captain of the other ship, but it didn’t pan out. At all. So while everyone else kept busy, I wasted my time with a pointless attack, then had to tread water later than everyone else.
In other news, my other attempted cool move (nabbing a rope and climbing aboard a ship,) also did not go well. Koal pulled a far cooler stunt and leapt off the turtle and on to the ship. Meanwhile, I struggled to make it onboard, and only barely made it in. I was totally prepped to take care of the cannoneers, but there was no need, as Koal came down and interrupted their laughter at my entrance by terrifying them with his sheer might. That’s fine, clearly today was not the day for cool moves.
At least I scooped up some of the meat that came off the turtle when it was attacked. It was good.
30th of Forta
Today we arrived on Calamity Island. We need to storm an ETE fortress, so must of us separated and did our own thing. Considering I managed precisely one cool move yesterday, I thought I’d brush up on my hunting, since I haven’t done that since I was little. And you know, I thought I did pretty well all things considered. As my mom always said, if you can’t carry everything you bagged, you had a good session. I’m pretty sure she could have handled the load I got, but I thought it was respectable.
And… if I’m to be honest, it was also most of the creatures I saw lurking around this section of the desert. Thumbs up?
After I finished up dinner, we were greeted by Caper, who returned after some brief time with Beatrice. Things aren’t looking good, because Emerine is in exactly the kind of situation I was hoping she wouldn’t be in. And in this case, she and many other people we could count amongst our allies are being controlled by things called Skincrawlers. Also known as Puppetmasters, these things are undead monstrosities which can bind living beings and control them. Even worse, a large number of them are bringing an even larger number of soldiers to Calamity Island, and of course Emerine is amongst their ranks.
Okay, so, opinion time: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA FUCK THESE THINGS SOUND AWFUL HOLY SHIT WE MIGHT HAVE TO KILL GOOD PEOPLE AND THERE’S A SLIGHT CHANCE ANY OF US COULD GET CREEPY MIND CONTROL STRINGS IN OUR BACK AH DANG AH HELL.
A note to anyone who might read this in the case I die tomorrow: Please cross that part out and write something about how confident I am that tomorrow’s going well. Personally, I’m keeping my fingers crossed that I’m writing a story in which I go from dread to relief after surviving a harsh fight. But if that’s not the case, shouting about how terrified I am right before a potentially gory death seems like it’d make for a bad story, and bad stories are the last thing we need. So yeah, just get rid of this whole thing.
ANYWAY, we’re gonna contact my dad and any other groups of soldiers hither and thither, and tell ‘em not to kill anyone but the undead jackasses. Honestly with those guys on the island, and both Beatrice and Annabelle fighting their way towards the island, we’ve got a pretty good pincer attack set up. I won’t jinx myself, I’m just going to finish writing and go cook. I’ll make note of what I cook tomorrow; I’ll probably just pass out after I eat.