Wyld Combat and Bad Acting.

Merfolk doing all manner of things...

As the Arc moved towards the center of the great maelstrom, we encountered something every Western Sailor is familiar with. Wyld Water. This one was a dangerous mix of shaping water, soft water, and hard water.

Naar put the engines and ship to the test evading the behemoth falling from the sky. Drifter was running around like a headless chicken trying to keep up with Naar's maneuvers making sure the engines adapted to his every pull on the controls. He's going to have a tough time in maintenance after all this.

We encountered a horde of sea creatures like merfolk and others creating another maelstrom. They were swimming around quickly doing all manner of things. Some went under the ship and we met them there and they challenged us to join a tournament to determine if they would let us pass or something like that.

The tournament was to first blood and my acerbic Circlemates decided I would be the one to enter the tournament. There's a Dawn and a Zenith right there... but they send in the Night Caste. I always thought that discretion is the better part of Valor.

With a little skill, a few charms, and the Unconquered Sun's own luck I managed to reach the end of the tournament and defeat the Cataphract, oddly named Takoyaki. For some strange reason, Akira was cheering for it. I found it oddly disturbing.

We proceeded towards an Island looking like a Pirate's Den. I'm a pirate myself but this Island looks like it came from some bad play they do in the streets for kids and romantics. It was sickeningly obvious and not in any way hidden. These Fair Folk have no idea how to make these things work. The artillery levelled at us however, were very real.

Naar made use of his Wyld Shaping Technique to create dummies of the Arc of First Light which we could have converted to large transports if they survived. There was one pilot made as well for the other ship while I took one. The other ship was utterly destroyed while the pilot survived. He captained the ship I took over when we made the landing.

In a romanticized face off, some of us took the low road while Raging Snowstorm and Still Wind engaged in mass combat above. Just as he was about to be defeated, or so we heard, we burst into the Noble's room. He was waiting for us but we took the initiative anyway.

No matter how hard I tried I managed to strike the enemies but do little damage. Good thing my companions were doing better but Midday Emerald just went down luckily, the wounds she received were not fatal. It was all in bad taste however, the whole room and the nobles in it stank of rotten sidewalk plays about pirates and other pirates. I felt a little ashamed just looking at them.

Our Sidereal Companion once more saved the day. She delivered the final blow to the Noble and suddenly we were alone on the Island.

The damned behemoth fell on the second replica ship of the Arc and killed our bloody pilot. There goes the idea of using a large transport vessel. I'm out of energy. I must use body mending meditation once more to heal my largely superficial wounds. Raging Snowstorm and Midday Emerald have it worse.

We will rest up and soon we will face the heart of the maelstrom.