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"The Dice of Destiny" by sporty2443
”Buckle up, kids, we’re playing Neoquest!” Jacques looked up from where he was scrutinising a map of the west Coral Sea with his companions, one eyebrow raised at the boisterous Usul standing in the doorway. For once, the boisterous Usul in question wasn’t Garin – he was standing next to Jacques, with a finger still resting where the map marked the seaport nearest to Faerieland. And yet, by this point in the voyage, the outburst didn’t really phase either of them. After taking a moment to absorb the words, Jacques dryly said, “We’re on a pirate ship, Hannah. The only buckles here are for keeping our sword belts on.” Hannah folded her arms and leaned against the doorway with a playful smirk. “Buckle those up, then. It’ll help with immersion.” This whole thing had started about two weeks ago, when the Black Pawkeet’s crew had decided to take a friendly visit to Maraqua. Garin had gone off with Isca to explore the ruins of Old Maraqua, where they’d stumbled upon a deep cave that a collapsing structure had recently opened up. Inside, they’d found a creepy statue of some weird tentacle monster. Isca swore she could sense some sort of evil magic coming off of it, so Garin decided to call for backup from an acquaintance who had experience with mysterious treasures of the possibly-cursed variety. That was how Hannah ended up on the ship. Once she’d reached Old Maraqua, though, she took one look at the thing, declared it “super cursed,” and decided she needed help from professionals in magical artefact wrangling to safely dispose of the statue. So now Garin’s backup...
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