Salted Skies


It is days like these that make you wonder why. Why did you choose this life?

Not that it matters right now, your trusty steam ship is badly damaged because of this storm; an ire from the gods above. You don't hear or see any of your crewmen, where are they?

You take a moment to collect your thoughts and stay calm despite the excessive rocking of the ship.

You are the captain of what's left of this ship. You are in your cabin. What's... Left of it, actually. But this isn't the time to despair. You have to get out of here, rally your crew, and fly to a safe port. Then again...who are you? Just like her sister below, the skies has its way to turn men mad.

Please Write your character's:

>name
>sex
>origin
>Ambition
>allocate your skill points [Nail, Blood, Eye, Tongue. You start with 10 in each and 5 to spend]

or go for the default character in the docx file.

>>1985440
>my vote for default character

>>1985440
>Regina Chance (Also goea by Rex)
>Woman
>Discarded Noble
>Revolutionary deed
>3 to tongue, 2 to nail

Come on, you drop ONE glass of wine in the presence of her majesty. And you family disowns you?
That is bullshit.

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>>1985440
>Robert Von Stasenhaus
>Man
>Historian
>The Surface
>2 to eye, 2 to tongue and 1 for blood
Let the politicians do their thing. The city in the surface must hold knowlege which will be far more valuable than anything these nations can give

>>1985440
I'm gonna go with default as well.

>>1985482
Backing this! He has a trustworthy beard.

>>1985452
>>1985453
>>1985482
>>1985486
>>1985487
i will let the dice gods decide between piper and Robert in 5 minutes

>>1985482
I like the cut of Captain Robert Von Stasenhaus and his jib.

>>1985487
>>1985486
>>1985482
>>1985453
>>1985452
>>1985498

Twisted fate, maybe more...


Ah yes, it almost felt like a fleeting dream. Your cold hand clutches at the door handle leading to the chaos outside. Of course it would get stuck at a moment like this. It always jams, why would today be different?

Suddenly, The hinges surrender to wrath of the ongoing storm and flies out of the ship, to places unknown.

Once outside, the magnitude of this whole ordeal finally dawns on you. You are being pelted by ice rocks the size of decapitated heads.The static is making your hair stand up due several lightning that fall uncomfortably close to your ship. And lastly, your hard-earned assortments of curiosities and fleets glittering the ireful skies in this endless vortex.

"Captain!" Says a blurred figure a well-worn uniform. This unknown figure was doing the best to reach you.

Oh yes, you almost forgot your about your officer...who is that officer?

>The Sleepless Devotee [Surgeon ,+3 blood]
>The Salt-touched Veteran [Gunnery officer, +5 nail, Salt-cursed]
>The Enigmatic Host [First officer, +1 tongue]
>The Festive Tinker [Chief engineer, +2 eye]
>What Officer? It is your Trusty Mascot __ The Ashenfly [-3 Blood, +5 eye, increases terror gained if above 50 terror ]

>>1985507
>The Sleepless Devotee [Surgeon ,+3 blood]

>>1985507
>Sleepless Devotee
Surgeon is always useful
So who won?

>>1985515
You did.

>>1985507
>The Sleepless Devotee [Surgeon ,+3 blood]
Woo health!

>>1985515
the historian, he got three votes

>>1985507
>The Festive Tinker [Chief engineer, +2 eye]

>>1985511
>>1985515
>>1985522
>>1985519

A wounded pride

Everything starts to collpase beneath your feet. You stand there, helpless, closing your eyes to welcome your demise.


You gained an Oddity: 1x Terrible visage.
Your terror has increased by 5! (Currently 5/100)

Another nightmare to bite your heels. Your ship (As old as she may be) still flies undefeated by any wicked storm. You looked out of your cabin's window. Here she lies, Port Malady, recently struck by an underhanded attack done by the men and women of the anarchic territories. The desire for freedom can be indeed a destructive thing to witness. The port cries for help be it from anyone....but, where there is war, there is profit to be made.

>compile a report on port malady
Surely there are eager ears yearning for more news.

>Walk among the wounded and dead
A trinket here, a bauble there...no one will notice.[Eye] A Modest Challenge [Success : +60 1d100]

>Volunteer yourself and your crew in rescuing those under the rubble
Men and women in need, you will be damned if you stand here idly [Blood] A Straight forward challenge [Success +31 1d100]

>Speak with the Stern-eyed Magister overseeing this chaos
All look up to him in this time of crisis

>This place is ill-fated, leave the port onto the skies
There are more horrors in the horizon, best not to shake the crew from innards and limbs littered around.

>write-in

>>1985507
>>The Salt-touched Veteran [Gunnery officer, +5 nail, Salt-cursed]

>>1985549
>Compile a report

>>1985549
>Volunteer yourself and your crew in rescuing those under the rubble
Afterwards, we could demand compensation

>>1985549
>>Volunteer yourself and your crew in rescuing those under the rubble

>>1985549
>>Speak with the Stern-eyed Magister overseeing this chaos
>All look up to him in this time of crisis
A report would be remiss without speaking to the man in charge first.
I am a seeker of knowledge, not a thief or missionary.

>>1985561
>>1985565
roll please

d100

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>1985569
Ah, I figured rolls would be asked for after the vote was locked in.

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>1985569

>>1985571
>>1985574

better that way yes, so rolls wont affect voting

my bad

i will let it slip this time though.

>>1985558
>>1985561
>>1985565
>>1985566
Success

A heartfelt moment

Be it with Shovels or with raw blistered hands, everyone on board did what they could to rescue the trapped and the injured. The Sleepless devotee (despite her never ending exhaustion) saved more than a single life with her miracle hands. A lonely mother hugged your surgeon tightly after saving her sole daughter. She made sure to award her and your men for your efforts. Later that night,
Your men gulped what they could after such effort, you couldn't blame their unhinged appetite.

You gained: 1x charming necklace
You gained an Oddity: Stern-eyed Magister favor +10
You lost 2x Supplies! (Currently 8 on hold)


>compile a report on port malady
Surely there are eager ears yearning for more news.

>Speak with the Stern-eyed Magister overseeing this chaos
All look up to him in this time of crisis

>Leave Port Malady, to the skies!

>write-in

>>1985615
>Speak with the Stern-eyed Magister

>>1985615
>Speak with the Stern-eyed Magister overseeing this chaos

>>1985615
>Speak with the Stern-eyed Magister overseeing this chaos

>>1985615
>>Speak with the Stern-eyed Magister overseeing this chaos
Any report would be remissued if we failed to talk to the man in charge.

>>1985619
>>1985627
>>1985629
>>1985634
A man with few words

You demanded an audience with the Magister himself only to find him overseeing the fresh burial of the dead. His features never change, possibly never will.

"Thank you." is his sole reply, his eyes belong to the dead taken so hastily from our world. "Desperate times they are, we need any food and medicine on board any ship. We have fleets to compensate. They slipped under the glass flock."

>Trade Supplies for fleets [1 supply= 20 fleet]
The price is right, we accept

>Offer Supplies for free
We are to provide

>Coil your tongue and demand a fairer price
Surely you won't let mere fleets obstructs the essentials from your torn port? [Tongue] A Modest challenge [Success +52] [1 supplies for 40 fleets if successful ]

>Kindly Ask the Magister to sign a well complied report
No report can be more authentic than this

>Ask a favor from the Magister [You have currently +10]
A man of power is more than able to provide luxuries and information

>Offer your help to pursue the attackers wherever this 'glass flock' is

>Leave you have no more intrest in this port

>write in

>>1985710
>Kindly ask Magister to sign up a well cmplied report and trade one supply for 20 fleets
We don't really have any fighting ability at the moment and we can save his favour for later

>>1985710
>Kindly Ask the Magister to sign a well complied report
and then
>Offer your help to pursue the attackers wherever this 'glass flock' is

>>1985710
Sell him 2 supplies for 20, and ask him to sign your report of the events with the city seal

>>1985727
>>Kindly ask Magister to sign up a well complied report and trade one supply for 20 fleets
This whole post.

>>1985727
This

>>1985727
>>1985728
>>1985731
>>1985783

A kind gesture

The report is well detailed, it describes what happened on various accounts. All leads to Salt, the cursed child of the sea. It has no place in the skies. A Salt-cursed man surrenders himself to the thirst and drinks water. This explosion is but a diversion to a handful of ships who manage to enter the HMI's domain unnoticed, they quickly bombard the port before fleeing as fast as they appear to the glass flocks. They know their targets, vitals ones to be precise. How peculiar.

A sad tragedy indeed.

Before you departure you exchange a handful of supplies, the soldiers handling them are most grateful. They give you your well deserved fleets with a smile on their face.

You gained an oddity: 1x Signed report: Port Malady
You gained an oddity: Stern-eyed Magister favor +10 [Currently +20]
You gained 20x fleets [Currently: 170 fleets]
You lost 1x Supply! [Currently: 7 supplies]

There is little to be done at the moment, you departed you ship and gathered your crew. Time to take the skies...

>>1985824
A moment!

As you are preparing your ship, A checkered gentlemen almost shouts from afar begging you to stop.

You give him a moment or two to catch his breath. He held a suitcase made of stone with great care hence his slow pace. "Saltson Esta-"

His eyes are fixed on the pin you proudly wear; The Guillermo Antoine Eberett foundation. His pin was purely hidden with his checked suit.

"Goodness, why haven't I seen you before? no matter. no matter. I need good ship heading for the Estate. I will pay you handsomely in fleets. What is your say?"

>Accept [200 fleet]
Anything for the glimmer of fleets

>Fleets? No such thing!
You long for a man with similar views of yours, welcome him aboard!

>Refuse
You have other places to roam, not this time.

>>1985869
>Fleets? No such thing!
We might ask him for his story instead

>>1985869
>Accept [200 fleet]

>>1985869
>>Accept [100 fleet]
>You long for a man with similar views of yours, but still need to offset costs, afrerall.

Why is money called fleet anyway?

Rolled 3 (1d3)

>>1985882
>>1985883
>>1985972
dice gods,decide

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>>1985882
>>1985883
>>1985972
Swift departure

The checkered man is in no short of fleets but he is glad of your offer. He boards your ship with satisfaction and glee

He points out that the Estate is due to west in an almost straight line. How convenient.

You departed Port Malady gaining 150 fragment [350 left for your next skill]
You gained 100x fleets [Currently 270 fleets]


Fleet is an odd name for a currency, it is how it goes. The HMI were the first to reintroduce coinage as a currency. This coin had the queen's undying face on one side and the other had a fearsome fleet. The coin's previous name faded over time and was simply reduced to fleets.

The skies are calm, wherever you may go, the stars from above light your path gently.

>Check on the ship's crew, inventory, etc

>Have a dinner with the sleepless devotee [-1 supply]
Never to touch her bed, never to close her eyes.

>Have a dinner with the checkered gentleman [-1 supply]
A man of kin might know about the fabled surface

>Send a scouter to the skies [-1 supplies]
An isle? A wreckage? A dream? who knows what these flying vermins will find?

>Take A lonesome stroll on top
clear your mind, clear your soul

and

pinpoint a destination.

The future the distance will be, the more fuel and supplies to be consumed. Terror will increase and the chance for a random event will increase.

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>>1986053
Whoops

>>1986053
>the further the distance

sorry for the typos lads

>>1986053
>Have a dinner with the sleepless devotee [-1 supply]

>>1986053
>>Have a dinner with the checkered gentleman [-1 supply]
>A man of kin might know about the fabled surface
A captain should be a good host when able.

>>1986070
>>1986083
dont also forget our destination , we can fly randomly to any direction and eventually we will stumble upon some place of note. Scouters simply pinpoint said location if it is close. use the draw feature or ms paint/other if you want to point towards a specific area.

we only know of the estate whereabouts thnks to our guest.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>1986070
>>1986083
dice gods, decide

>>1986070
>>Have a dinner with the sleepless devotee [-1 supply]

>>1986070
>>1986083
>>1986143

White as snow

Her sullen eyes contrast her frail, white figure. She accepts your invitation with great modesty. The Devotee parts her pink lips a couple of times, her plate mostly untouched. Her bony fingers crosses together, a prayer for your welfare...never left to be unanswered.

Her lips pars to address you with a faint voice, almost audible "The hourless calls, the white long for an embrace, a release from above." her slim fingers points to the ceiling. With a weak smile, she excuses herself.

You gained an Oddity: White's Attention +10
You lost 1x Supply! (Currently 6 on hold)
Your terror has decreased by 7! (Currently 0/100)


>Check on the ship's crew, inventory, etc

>Have a dinner with the checkered gentleman [-1 supply]
A man of kin might know about the fabled surface

>Send a scouter to the skies [-1 supply]
An isle? A wreckage? A dream? who knows what these flying vermins will find?

>Take A lonesome stroll on top
clear your mind, clear your soul

and

pinpoint a destination.

>>1986060

>>1986212
>lips parts

>>1986212

>Take A lonesome stroll on top
clear your mind, clear your soul

and

pinpoint a destination.

Move to the estate

>>1986212
Have a dinner with the checkered gentleman [-1 supply]
It's a waste not to. We can get more supplies.
And the estate.

>>1986246
Fine go ahead. I was just worried about supplies, Too many people starve and eat their sailors.

>>1986250
Thanks! We'll see if we can buy some supplies at the dock.

>>1986228
>>1986246
>>1986250
Sunless

The checkered gentlemen left his plate empty without a grain or a scrap. you were already full from your meal with the surgeon. He was more than happy to eat your share.

In his gulps and chomps, he mentions the contents of his stone suit case. A special Glyph made from salt! He suggests that the book itself is awfully fragile and must be read by a salt reader which are few to find. The Estate manufactures curse-free, approved salt. They have the knowledge....

When the food settles in, he retains his more formal manners. The two of you had a discussion about the surface and Glyphs to a lesser extent. In fact it was you who did all the talking, he was very intrigued to hear about this supposed fabled place.

He didn't leave you empty handed though "Any ship will perish in the Sunless layer down below. The four can refit you ship to delve there safety. On the Very west of Her Majesty's Reach, you will find their isle with wings of iron and steam."

To reach the surface, you must drop from the mundane layer into the sunless one then finally the Shattered layer. Every Journey starts with a step...

You gained an Oddity : Acquaintance :The Four
You started the first step towards your ambition...
You lost 1x Supply! (Currently 5 on hold)

cont

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>>1986332
Husks

"Captain!" One of the Crewmen rudely interrupted you "An rogue ship!"

Plenty of those roam the Queen's domain. they are regularly hunted down by the royal fleets but they are never truly dead. Sky rats they are.

This one looked already damaged and yet it was coming for you, so desperate to gain an advantage.

COMBAT

Our Ship:
AP: 4/4

Arbiter-class 'StingOwar' Skytooth [small sized, below average speed]

50/50 hull
10 crewmen
Glassworks Exdous steam engine [5 evasion]

Slots and weapons:

Forward weapon [Small]: Skysaw [Boarding weapon, 20 damage, short range, 2 turn cooldown, deals +5 bonus damage to attacks from the rear]

Side weapon (right) [Small]: Brass & Demise 'Eclipse' [Projectile weapon, 15 damage, medium range, 1 turn cooldown, Overdriving Eclipse grants it +10 bonus damage]


Their Ship:

AP: 3/3

Scet-class raiding ship [very small size, below average speed]


20/30 hull
?? crewmen
?? steam engine [5 evasion]

Slots and weapons:

Forward weapon [Small]: Bakenzer [Projectile weapon, 10 damage, short range, 2 turn cooldown]


Alright, a couple of rules Before starting:

-the coloured arrowhead is the enemy, we are the black arrow head
-dots inside arrow head resembles the weapon outlet
-the dots on the far left resemble our measurement for movement and weapon range [ short range means one bar of dots, medium means two and so on]
-1 AP is the cost of most actions such as firing, moving or rotating. Bigger and stronger weapons costs more AP, if you moved past the dot bar (which counts as 1 AP), you will spend more than 1 AP according to your destination.
-other combat rules apply as mentioned in the docx

so here we go, we have the first move, we should we do? dont be afraid to use the draw feature or ms paint with your posts. if you have more questions, pleas ask

rolling will be decided after we confirm our action

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example of firing our medium ranger projectile gun max range at two bars

>>1986445
Overdrive the Eclipse,turn 90 degrees to the left and await their approach. When they come into range fire at them. Engines slow.

>>1986469
sounds like a good plan

is the combat confusing so far?

>>1986497
It's sort of laborious, I don't really feel like breaking out MSpaint to lay down moves. A grid system may be a better bet all around.

>>1986502
i will see what i can do about it to make it a bit easier to digest.

roll for now

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>1986509

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>1986509

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>1986517
>>1986521

rolling for enemy evasion

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do you like combat log or narrative style combat without the numbers and what not?

>>1986517
>>1986521
-StingOwar rotated for the left for 1AP, Overdrived the engine for 5 hull damage but +10 damage to Ecplise projectile weapon (total damage 25), StingOwar ends turn.

-enemy ship spent 3 AP to approach StingOwar directly, ends turn

-enemy ship failed to evade!

-StingOwar fire at the enemy ship for 25 damage utterly destroying them! Glory to StingOwar!

A vessel of madness


You almost felt pity for your attackers. they were...suicidal?

You sent a handful of crewmen to scavenge what was left of this ill-fated ship.

"Madness!" One of the crewmen screams while on its deck upon opening the hatch to downstairs "I see bones and madness! Blood and Madness!"

>The cannibal taint! Leave this iron coffin to rot and rust in the skies!
Perhaps that is for the best....

>Taint or not, i want what is inside!
A matter of luck, can go either ways.... [+50 for success]

>write in

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>1986613
We've suffered damage and are at low terror. Might as well try for salvage now.

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>>1986637
Looks much better right?

>>1986639
Cool, now I can tell that the units we move in are two squares on the grid.

>>1986637
Success
Blood-Soaked Riches

Not a curb of bread not a single soul to recite the horrors committed here...

Their misfortune is your treasure to claim.

Teeth-bitten fleets, some leftover fuel , a single orb filled with thousands of worms screaming for a sweet release in uncanny unison and a beautiful rose growing out of a man's rotten innards. It drips blood with a rather pleasant scent

You gained 83x fleets (Currently 353 fleets)
You gained 1x peculiar relic
You gained 52 fragment [ 298 left for your next skill]
You gained 1x Starving Rose
Your terror has increased by 16! (Currently 16/100)
You gained 3x fuel! [Currently 13 fuel]


Sleepy time for me lads. Tell me what you think!

Thanks for running the quest. It's got promise!

>>1986756
I'm a big fan of the Sunless Sea Mythos so thumbs up from me. I don't see any problems at all and the writing is pretty good.

Since Sunless Sky and Sea is a Rogue like would This quest be as unforgiving or more Heroic/Romantic

I've enjoyed it!
It definitely has potential and has me interested.
I look forward to more.

>>1986775
>>1986780
>>1986789

combat will be less messy. I swear.

good to hear, goodnight!

So do you prefer a square or a hex grid?

>>1988072
Hex grid does allow for better movement I think

>>1988434
>>1988072
>>1986789
>>1986775
So is anybody here actually aware of the sunless sea Lore and Style? This question is related to another question which is how many people right now want to sleep with the Tireless Devote? Because if the masters are still in charge, we'll have a few nice evenings before heartbreak which is the usual MO an incredibly Victorian steampunk setting. Short lived loves stories and pleasant evenings are an actual currency and they're sold a dime a dozen

>>1988456
I know it, well more or less. But I don't think we have not!bazaar here, so...

>>1988456
>is anybody here actually aware of the sunless sea Lore and Style?
Not me.
I just dig what I see so far.

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>>1988485
>>1988456
https://pastebin.com/zMz4QTmE

I updated our character's sheet so things will be easier . will post it the next time in the OP

Hexes it is, same rules will apply but with decent measurement this time.

-2 hexes means one move and one AP to spend. Rotating counts as 1 AP better engines also means more hexes to cover per move (and more evasion too)
-Short range=2 hexes, medium=4, long=6, very long=8
-Ships can be hit according to the hexes the occupy [all the red zone]


we can start now if you want

>>1988630
Eh, why not?
What's this Guillermo Antoine Eberett foundation?

>>1988456
So far I really like the quest. Been a fan of the Sunless series for quite some time now. As far as the Tireless Devotee goes, I think we need more characterization before I can form much of an opinion about her. This sort of ties into another point of mine. Since Sunless Skies is already heavily text-based, I think the quest would be better if you focused more on narrative and characterization than crunch. With things as they are now, you're basically running a 1:1 replica of Sunless Skies' gameplay with some names changed around. I think that if you made some things more quest-like and organic, everything would flow a little bit better.

>>1988643
The historian club we are in as well as the checkered gentlemen.

So combat logs or narrative combat without the numbers? my question remains unanswered. both are fine really

>>1988653
Alright Roll call then, I'm here and free for a while

>>1988653
Both are fine with me too to be honest.
On one hand narrative will give us more story and it wouldn't be as reliant on luck, but the logs would give it a sense of unpredactibility, so...ehhh

>>1988651
i don't know, i have been avoiding characterization deliberately focusing on the world around us instead of the Main character ala the source material. The focus here is the world itself.

Not saying that you are wrong though, i am taking another approach, that's it.

>>1988657
>>1988668

things are still being calculated in the background if we go for the narrative.

>>1988657
>>1988668
narrative combat won't break the flow instead of numbers and what not posted. Combat Log is of course faster to write . Keep in mind that i will have to draw our actions in the grid so this will already take some time.

I can try some weird hybrid thing [narration followed by what we did in numbers].

Posting quickly on /qtg/ before starting.

>>1988678
Eh let's go with combat logs, they are faster and clearer

dang it

Memoirs of the sea

Your crew Loaded what they could from the rotten iron husk. Leave her to drift in your skies, she is not your concern anymore. The crew gnaws on bread and potatoes, few have the gall to touch the pork in their plate.

Gentle winds carries the smell of salt from the west, The Saltson Estate draws near....

You have discovered Saltson Estate
You gained 58 fragments [240 left for your next skill]
You lost 2x fuel! [Currently 11 fuel]
You lost 1x Supply [Currently 4 Supplies]
Your terror has increased by 3! (Currently 19/100)

A large mansion, crumbled and weary overseeing fields of salt culled from the surface. Each field has a man chained in the very center. They all looked miserable and wretched. They sit there idly, few twitches here and there but nothing more.

A grinning statue of Ivory and obsidian stands in the heart of the Estate, grinning at incoming visitors and reaching its arms to the horizon. A pitiless bag made from a pulsating cloth growls hungrily next to the statue.

Ships forming a secured gauntlet circles slowly around the Estate like sulking vultures, each ship is chained to the other in an unending cycle. Their cannons and weapons primed at the wicked statue.

Time to dock.


>Deliver the checkered gentlemen to the Estate
Thank you! Thank you! [The checkered gentleman will leave your ship]

>Compile a report on the Saltson Estate
Salt and more salt to your heart's desire

>Visit the small (and gated) establishments near the docking area
Less Salt, More Trades you hope...

>Address the wicked statue
A sinister grin, toothy and full. [Eye] A hard challenge [Success +78 1d100]

>Mock the wicked statue
Grin back at it, Stick your tongue childishly.

>Offer something to the growling bag?
A loaf of bread? A shiny fleet?

>Demand an Audience with the owners of this place
Whom are no where to be seen? Inside the mansion perhaps?

>write in

>>1988864
>Offer one fleet to the growling bag and visit the small establishments. Oh before you do that, deliver checkered man and ask him about the place.

>>1988884
Alright do this then

>>1988864
>>Demand an Audience with the owners of this place

Or

>Deliver the checkered gentlemen to the Estate
But offer to come with him

I have a feeling the gentleman is looking for the name.

>>1988884
>>1988893
Ever hungry

Even with your most trusted crewmen by your side. You had this eerie feeling about this place.

"Finally!" the gentleman exclaimed clutching to his suitcase. He...simply vanishes in a gust of salt the moment his foot touches the salt-riddled ground. Little did you know about his fate after this moment

You gained 100x fleets [currently 454 fleets]


The bag kept gurgling in anticipation, the clothes collapses and expands upon itself, It doesn't savor the fleet at all. Instead, It spits it back with disgust.

"IMBECILE! SALT, SALT, SALT, IRON, SALT, MADDENED, WINED, SALT! MORE!" it shrieks in utter rage shocking your crewmen and yourself "IMBECILE! SALT , SALT , NO MORE MISERY SALT, NO MORE!"

The statue moved its head when you weren't looking, its grin grew even wider

>Calm down the growling bag
smooth moves.... [Tongue] A modest challenge [Success +62 1d100]

>Back away from that thing
You are not fond of furious bags a single bit.

>Offer the growling back something else?
what could satisfy a talking bag?

>Leave this salt cursed place
Men vanishing...Bags talking. you are not in the right place

>writE in

Rolled 46 + 62 (1d100 + 62)

>>1989037
>>Calm down the growling bag

>>1989047
If possible offer it the Peculiar Relic but keep it away

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>1989037
>>Calm down the growling bag

>>1989047
>>1989057
An endless void

Failure!

The bag twists and churns at your words "IMBECILE! IMBECILE! NO MORE!" It wails in pure anger shaking your very bones. Defeated, You and your men retreated away from that thing with a ringed ear and a broken pride.

Your terror has increased by 10! Currently (29/100)
You lost 1x fleet [currently 453 fleets]

Brave men and women opened shops here. All of them were cooped inside. Even the signs were scathed by the Salt.

>Enter Verner Blompshire's necessities
Bland but essential goods for your ship

>Enter Saltson's Sty
Down-to-their luck men waiting for a good hire. May be more beneath the reeks for cheap spirits.

>Enter The Sky Cimiter
Weapons and other delicious assortments for your ship

>Enter the Sneering Stockhouse
Trades to buy, Trades to sell....

>Get off this isle
to hell with this place!

>write in

>>1989199
>Enter Verner Blompshire's necessities

>>1989199
>>Enter Verner Blompshire's necessities

>>1989199
>>Enter Verner Blompshire's necessities
Necessities are essential.

>>1989199
>>Enter Verner Blompshire's necessities
Were running low on food anyways

>>1989265
>>1989272
>>1989325
You had the following to purchase:

-1x Supply= 60 fleets
-1x fuel= 40 fleets
-1x Flare= 50 fleets
-1x White Ward= 100 fleets
-1x Horizon Ward= 100 fleets
-1x Shroud Ward= 100 fleets
-1x Hourless Ward= 300 fleets

>You bought____ for ____ fleets

>>1989363
>>You bought 2 Supplies and 2 Fuel for 200 fleets

>>1989363
>You bought 3 for 180 fleets
We don't have many supplies and they seem kinda expensive here(I think), so let's buy enough not to starve until we get anywere. Also what are these wards?

>>1989377
Supplies look expensive in this specific port but the fuel looks pretty decent and I think most travel is like two supplies and one fuel. Also you didn't write what you wanted to buy just you bought 3

>>1989386
Mistyped, whoops. Thanks for pointing that out
>>1989377
*3 supplies

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>1989373
>>1989377

Of flesh and Iron

Expensive to purchase yes, but most important. Your crewmen hauled crates of preserved food and more fuel back to the ship.

You gained 2x supplies! [Currently 6 supplies]
You gained 2x fuel! [Currently 13 fuel]
You lost 200 fleets! [Currently 153 fleets]

You feel a bit tight on your fleets; so much to purchase around here...what a shame.

>browse other outlets around [please specify which]


>Compile a report on the Saltson Estate
Salt and more salt to your heart's desire

>Demand an Audience with the owners of this place
Whom are no where to be seen? Inside the mansion perhaps?

>Walk along the Salt fields, delve into misery of the men in chains.
Poor sods...

>No man should wither like that, release the poor souls!
[Note: Do not do this] [Iron] An Impossible challenge [Success:+94 1d100]

>Knock on the Salt riddled door of the mansion
Someone there?

>Leave.
You had your share, the skies awaits.

>>1989517
>around here

>>1989373
>>1989377

>>1989517
>Compile a report on the Saltson Estate

>>Demand an Audience with the owners of this place

>>1989517
>Walk along the Salt fields, delve into misery of the men in chains.
Maybe we can find something of interest here...

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>1989541
>>1989594

More Salt

There is little to report but you write it down anyways. The wicked statue tilts its head ever so slightly just to keep you on edge. Its grin ate more that half of its obsidian face.

You gained an oddity: 1x Report: Saltson Estate.

The ships above were your witness as you scoured the Estate for someone to address, your misfortune was but a fuel to the statue. It contradicts the bag next to it who kept wailing about salt.

The night beacons, The iron gates around the estate close shut by itself after you left the fields. It was then when you hear the screams and wails of a thousand souls. Fleshing rippling, bone crackling, blood spilling...the madness of the Estate begins anew!

Women of Salt rising from the field caressing the seemingly undying men. They look at your crew once...just once but they lose any intrest soon after.

You gained an oddity: 1x horrible visage
Your terror has increased by 10! (currently 39/100)

>Steel your heart, rally your men to jump into this maw of madness
[blood] A hard challenge [Success: +71 1d100]


>Seek shelter in the Establishments nearby they act as if it is the norm around here. Have they lost their mind?

>Crawl back to the ship, never look back!
Shroud's curse upon this place

>write in

>>1989594
>>1989541
>>1989736

>>1989736
>Seek shelter in the Establishments nearby they act as if it is the norm around here. Have they lost their mind?
They must be used to it, so they also must know what to do during such times

>>1989751
A horrid truth

You were met with genuine laughter and mockery from the drunken lot in the Saltson Sty. They have seen it many atimes and yet it never grows old.

"Prisoners, brought here by her Majesty's finest drained of their souls and chained to extract misery out of the Salt...." says a half sobered man "...thats the real secret right here!"

Another decides to enlighten you "Salt belongs to the sea below. It doesn't belong here. Hardly a surprise to see it curses men of the skies! ha!"

The last of the them three talkative fellows gulped another shot "We don't see them but we hear them sometimes. The ivory man will shower you with fleets if you got a prisoner to spare. Ignore his little pet, the bugger wants to sample the impossible!"

Minutes later you found yourself drinking with these ill-lucked men. you and your crewmen drowned your fears and sorrows.

Your terror has decreased by 5! (Currently 34/100)


i cant open my eyes. No fighting for this session. thanks for playing and goodnight!

just letting you know that we are starting tomorrow

I am a bit busy today.

Alright, i am back.

how is your evening lads, we good to go?

>>1998680
Eh maybe tomorrow

>>1998680
Why did you listen to him?! You should have just made a post with some options to see who joins! You're going to get saged soon.

>>1998680
aaaaannnnndddd you're saged. You should probably just start a new thread honestly. I'm sorry if i'm sounding irate just a big fan of the quest and want it to succeed

>>2002236
but why tho?

shouldnt sage set after +10 days?

either way no harm done. we will continue here till we reach page ten

https://pastebin.com/R5PmxpRe

updated our sheet, give me a couple of minutes before starting

[/spoiler]
A new dawn

You almost began to get used to the smell of piss and spirits in the sty. Almost.

The madness slumbers once more, leaving her husks chained in the field. Soulless as they are. The prisoners return back to their silence.

A hard knock on the sty awakens half of its miserable customers. Grim men and women priming for you and your crew.

The grimmest of them addresses you "Your current presence has....enticed the Ivory man. He and his men are a powerful asset to have in HMI . Leave the Estate, You are not welcomed at the moment."

You had no other option but to comply.

>>2002297
A gift?

You were escorted back to your ship. The Ivory man (formerly the Wicked Statue) grinned slightly back at you and your crew before departure.

As the crew were telling to the rest what happened yesterday, you went back to your cabin for some respite. Instead, you found a black vial on top of a neatly folded letter.

>Keep them, open the letter
Curiosity never harmed anyone, no need for unnecessary questions

>Take them and throw them out of the window
Nothing but ill-will sprouts from this estate

>Take them and bring them to the Grim men overseeing this Estate
Handsome rewards awaits you! Right?

>write in

>>2002337
>Keep them, open the letter
Maybe it has info on what's inside

>>2002337
>>Keep them, open the letter
>Curiosity never harmed anyone, no need for unnecessary questions

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>>1985438
An offer...

Muffled screams can be heard from the black vial. Due to their infamous utilization, it is considered to be an illegal good...at least in HMI's domain.

You open the letter reading its contents.

'Captain of the skies, seek my salts driven by captors and bring it to me so we can return to the embrace of the sea.'

You gained an oddity: Seeking the three salts of the sea: Iron Salt
You gained an oddity: Seeking the three salts of the sea: Maddened Salt
You gained an oddity: Seeking the three salts of the sea: Wined Salted
You gained: 1x Bottled Misery

The skies await you.

>Send a scouter to the skies [-1 supplies]
An isle? A wreckage? A dream? who knows what these flying vermins will find?

>Repair your ship [-1 supplies]
Good as new

>Set course for a direction of your choice

>Throw the bottled misery out of your ship
You are an honest man. You don't deal with these kind of ware

>write in

>>2002450
>>2002414
>>2002341

>>2002450
>driven away by my captors
>wined salt

>>2002450
>Send scouter and place vial under some floorboards

>>2002450
>send scouter
>drink vial

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>2002463
>>2002492
rolling

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>>2002463
>>2002492
A reckless moment

Be it from morbid curiosity or the lack of common sense, you chose to drink a bottle of misery extracted from the sea salts.

The world blackens around you, you can hear them; men of old drowning and suffocating in endless seas down below. Your knees collapses, your chest tightens. The end?

You have gained an oddity: Menace: Muffled Misery.
Your Blood has decreased by 5!
Your Iron has decreased by 5!
Your eye has increased by 5!


Surrounded by our your crew, you wake up with a horrid black taste in your mouth. One that you can never wash away. Your Sleepless Devotee pulled your away from the claws of death by miracles unknown to you.

She, like the rest of your crew, are concerned about you. You almost hear whispers of someone calling you a madman.

After this dreadful incident, you send a scouter after feeding it well, it flies and flies until it comes back with good news.

A great furnace lit with flames of glass due to the southeast

Your lost 1x supply (currently 5)

>Head for this peculiar furnace


>Repair your ship [-1 supplies]
Good as new

>Set course for a direction of your choice

>write in

>>2002612
>Head for the furnace

>>2002617
Support

>>2002240
>shouldnt sage set after +10 days?
Sage sets in after 4 days or 750 posts, I believe.

>>2002125
>You're going to get saged soon.
>>2002236
>aaaaannnnndddd you're saged.
Eh, worse things happen at sea, don't you know?

>You should probably just start a new thread honestly.
This is a fair point.
I personally wouldn't until we fall well past the front page.
But certainly by next session, if you want to attract new players.

>>2002617
>>2002629
Gentle grace

Your crewmen hum a song in a tongue forgotten by time, it has no trace but this song. You are not sure what it entails but it is quite energetic.

"Captain, I see her! A white Poktan and a blubbery one at that! " Her excitement is over the roof. Poktans are large, docile creature that roams the skies, originally from the hourless layer. It is said that they were the first emissaries send by the hourless from above but then again their meat is oh so delicious!

The creature acknowledges your presence with a curious hum as it wavers its large transparent tail upwards and downwards swimming peacefully in the skies.

>Turn the skies red!
Fire everything!

>Leave the gentle creature be
Your supplies are already decent, no need for bloodshed

>Offer the white Poktan something to eat [-1 supply]
Mayhaps the hourless will notice us? [eye] a moderate challenge [Success: +54 1d100]

>write in

>>2002698
>Leave the gentle creature be
We have enough supplies for a trip or two, no need for a fight

>>2002705
agreed

>>2002698
>Leave the gentle albatross be

>>2002705
>>2002732
A peaceful passing

Your weapons remained cold, you sailed right pass the creature who continued to float at a slow pace. This didn't please some of the crew who were anticipating a lavish meal.

Speaking of crewmen, You have found one dead in the quieter parts of the ship. Her neck, arms and legs are missing some good chunks. Blood still runs fresh...

You lost 1x crewmen! (currently 9 available)

>Bring your most trusty and dump her out of the ship
no need to let the rest know about this

>Cremate the poor soul [-1 fuel]
May she lives in our heart

>Find her killer
be it one of the crewmen or an unwanted guest, justice must be served [eye] a hard challenge [success: +83 1d100]

>Allow the sleepless devotee to organize a funeral [-1 supply]
White is often related to death in the skies. This might pleases it.

>Take a curious bite
no one is looking....

>Plant the starving flower in her corpse
Silence the hunger inside

>write in

>>2002839
>Find her killer and if that works plant the starving flower

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>2002839

>Find her killer
be it one of the crewmen or an unwanted guest, justice must be served [eye] a hard challenge [success: +83 1d100]

>>2002839
Ask the starving Devotee to make an autopsy. this might lead us closer to the real culprit

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>2002845

Rolled 59 (1d100)

aaaaaa why did we drink that vial?

>>2002851
Take this guy's idea if it turns the difficulty down

Rolled 11 + 83 (1d100 + 83)

>>2002839

>>2002851
Did the tireless devote get upgraded when we drank the thing?

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>>2002873
>>2002868
>>2002854
>>2002851
>>2002849
>>2002845
Failure!
An elusive target

The sleepless devotee deals with the living not the dead. Her miracle hands can do so little in such situation.

You search high and low looking for a speck of blood or anything to latch onto....

Nothing.

All the crewmen were innocent, that or you couldn't find to daring evidence on one of them. Fearing for the cannibal taint to spread, your crewmen wrapped her corpse and threw it away. Those who were close to her shed a tear or two. She will be missed.

Your terror has increased by 7! (currently 41/100)

There is little to be said or done on the way to your destination. Dread lingers in the air, eyes flying around, paranoia on the rise.....

Alas you reach this great furnace, the skies shimmers around it. Great heat emerges...

You have discovered Foyrth!
You gained 121x fragments [119 left for your next skill]
You lost 2x fuel [ currently 11x fuel]


It seems that this isle harbors a lot of other ships. You have no where to dock.

>Wait patiently for a vacant spot
This can take hours, maybe more....

>Leave its airspace, seek somewhere else
You have little time to waste

>Write in
>>2002897
nope her name is still sleepless devotee, there is no 'upgrade'

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>>2002976

>>2002976
any other place nearby?

>>2002976
>Wait patiently

>>2003211
>>2002995
sorry lads but it is getting late here

we will be back on thursday

Rolled 66, 1, 38, 31, 9 = 145 (5d100)

>>2003300
does this thread just roll low

>>2005468
it fucking does, people should keep that it mind that we'll have a more than likely chance of failing even with best of three

>>2005468
Well, we also made some REALLY bad decisions

>>2005868
We drank a black liquid of unknown purpose, what's the worst that could happen?

Migrate
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>>2010713
>>2010713

>>2010743
>>2009184
>>2005868
>>2005468