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[Healed 1 HP] [Recovered 2 Essence]
Yesterday was a horrible day.
You slowly force yourself awake, not out of any feeling of restfulness or natural "waking up" process but because of the uncomfortable sensation of being touched and pricked with needles during your sleep.
You're still in the improvised infirmary on the Bloodshark, the admiral ship of your (improvised) pirate fleet. Now landlocked in Tianna's Wyld zone, but you should have brought enough iron on board to feel a bit safe.
Zaan has peeled the blankets away and, as your bleary eyes slide him into focus, you slowly notice he's suturing the wound open in your chest. Both your hands are bandaged as well, as is your head. You feel the fresh aroma of herbal remedies and medicines hanging in the humid air of the ship's belly.
"Oh. Welcome back, Maka." The Lunar smiles his characteristic sawtoothed grin. You see that he's not in perfect conditions himself, having some black and blue bruises on his chest, neck, and forehead. "You had me worried."
You look around the room. Tia, your Lunar Mate who was sleeping in your same bed, is nowhere to be seen. Prince Samiel's bed is also empty.
"Where... where did everyone else go?" You mumble.
"Wellll..." He averts his eyes. "Your crew is all here. They repelled a minor Fae counterattack a few hours ago with Samiel's help. Just a few hobgoblins, probably something improvised without any leadership behind it. Talon is out there fighting a three-headed... thing, deeper into the Wyld. We took out another Noble while you were resting, by the way. That means that this Tarien Dorian character now only has one retainer left, though we still don't know where his main fortress is."
"...Tia?" You ask.
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Yesterday was a horrible day.
You slowly force yourself awake, not out of any feeling of restfulness or natural "waking up" process but because of the uncomfortable sensation of being touched and pricked with needles during your sleep.
You're still in the improvised infirmary on the Bloodshark, the admiral ship of your (improvised) pirate fleet. Now landlocked in Tianna's Wyld zone, but you should have brought enough iron on board to feel a bit safe.
Zaan has peeled the blankets away and, as your bleary eyes slide him into focus, you slowly notice he's suturing the wound open in your chest. Both your hands are bandaged as well, as is your head. You feel the fresh aroma of herbal remedies and medicines hanging in the humid air of the ship's belly.
"Oh. Welcome back, Maka." The Lunar smiles his characteristic sawtoothed grin. You see that he's not in perfect conditions himself, having some black and blue bruises on his chest, neck, and forehead. "You had me worried."
You look around the room. Tia, your Lunar Mate who was sleeping in your same bed, is nowhere to be seen. Prince Samiel's bed is also empty.
"Where... where did everyone else go?" You mumble.
"Wellll..." He averts his eyes. "Your crew is all here. They repelled a minor Fae counterattack a few hours ago with Samiel's help. Just a few hobgoblins, probably something improvised without any leadership behind it. Talon is out there fighting a three-headed... thing, deeper into the Wyld. We took out another Noble while you were resting, by the way. That means that this Tarien Dorian character now only has one retainer left, though we still don't know where his main fortress is."
"...Tia?" You ask.
(cont.)