[User]
 Please roll init. Knowledge checks, and lists buffs, and place yourself.

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Dragon =10

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Hp 375
AC 44 FF 41 To 11

Chill shield CL 9
Haste CL 9
Protection from energy Acid CL 9
Protection from energy Electricity CL 9
Protection from energy Fire CL 9
Protection from energy Sonic CL 9
Cat grace CL 9
shield CL 9
Spells left (6/6/6/0/3)

[User]
 Akrannyx watches his foe warily, trying to remember what he knows about his brethren.

 Spoiler: Rolls
Initiative:  (1d20+4)[ 13 ]
Knowledge Arcana to know things:  (1d20+10)[ 22 ]

Starting in Square J18-K19(note: My character is large, and takes up a 10 ft by 10 ft space.)

Casting  Protection from Evil  Haste. Protection from Evil is already cast.

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Protection from Evil 7 minutes.
Haste 7 Rounds

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  Akrannyx Silverbright
Male LG Adult Mercury Dragon Totemist 12//Race 10/Monk 2,  Level  12,  Init  4,  HP  263/263,  DR  DR 5/Magic,  Speed  60 ft./250 ft. (good)
 AC  36,  Touch  34,  Flat-footed  31,  Fort  22,  Ref  21,  Will  19,  Base Attack Bonus  19
 Natural Bite (--)   +31 (3d6+13, 20x2)
 Natural 2 Claws (--)   +29/+29 (3d6+8(x2), 20x2)
 Natural 2 Wings (--)   +29 (1d8+8(x2), 20x2)
 (+4 Dex, -1 Size, +17 Natural, +2 Deflect, +3 Misc)
 Abilities  Str 31, Dex 18, Con 22, Int 14, Wis 16, Cha 14
 Condition  Soulmelds Shaped (* Indicates Bound to Chakra)

*Sphinx Claws: Pounce for Natural Weapons (Hands | 0 pts. invested)

*Urksan Greaves: +2d4 Damage to attacks on a charge | Resist Cold 10 | Ice/Snow mvt. Normal Speed(Feet | 2 pts. invested)

*Shedu Crown: Telepathy 100' | Immune to Bullrush | +2 Saves Mind affecting (Crown | 2 pts. invested)

*Girallon Arms: Rend 2d6+18 | 4 Claw Attacks 1d8+11 (Totem/Arms | 3 pts. invested)

*Heart of Fire: +2d4 Fire Damage on Nat. Attacks (Totem | 2 pts. invested)

*Basilisk Mask: Low Light Vision | Darkvision 60' | Blind-fight (Brow | 2 pts. invested)

*Totem Avatar: +12 HP | Natural Weapons deal damage 1 size larger (Shoulders | 0 pts. Invested)

Spells 6/7 | 7/7 | 3/4

[User]
 You have first move.

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Player =13
Dragon =10

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Hp 375
AC 44 FF 41 To 11

Chill shield CL 9
Haste CL 9
Protection from energy Acid CL 9
Protection from energy Electricity CL 9
Protection from energy Fire CL 9
Protection from energy Sonic CL 9
Cat grace CL 9
shield CL 9
Spells left (6/6/6/0/3)

[User]
 Akrannyx decides to charge his foe, hoping to overpower him in a test of might, despite the obvious Size Difference.

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 Bite:   (1d20+33)[ 34 ]
 Damage:  Base:  (3d6+13)[ 19 ]  Urksan Greaves:  (2d4)[ 3 ]  Heart of Fire(Fire Damage):  (2d4)[ 3 ]
 Crit. Confirm:   (1d20+13)[ 23 ]
 Crit. Damage:   (3d6+13)[ 25 ]  (Urksan and Heart of Fire do not indicate multiplying on a critical hit, so I excluded them)

 Claw One:   (1d20+31)[ 46 ]
 Damage:   (3d6+8)[ 21 ]  Urksan:  (2d4)[ 6 ]  Heart of Fire(Fire Damage):  (2d4)[ 7 ]
 Crit Confirm:   (1d20+31)[ 32 ]
 Crit Damage:   (3d6+8)[ 19 ]
 Claw Two:   (1d20+31)[ 39 ]
 Damage:   (3d6+8)[ 16 ]  Urksan:  (2d4)[ 7 ]  Heart of Fire(Fire Damage):  (2d4)[ 4 ]
 Crit Confirm:   (1d20+31)[ 32 ]
 Crit Damage:   (3d6+8)[ 19 ]
 Girallon Claws:  Primary:  (1d20+33)[ 48 ]  Secondary One:  (1d20+31)[ 33 ]  Secondary Two:  (1d20+31)[ 44 ]  Secondary 3:  (1d20+31)[ 36 ]
 Damage:  Primary:  (1d8+16)[ 22 ]  Secondary One:  (1d8+11)[ 19 ]  Secondary Two:  (1d8+11)[ 12 ]  Secondary 3:  (1d8+11)[ 15 ]  Urksan:  (8d4)[ 16 ]  Heart of Fire(Fire Damage):  (8d4)[ 21 ]
 Crit. Confirm:  Primary:  (1d20+33)[ 51 ]  Secondary One:  (1d20+31)[ 47 ]  Secondary Two:  (1d20+31)[ 41 ]  Secondary 3:  (1d20+31)[ 50 ]
 Crit. Damage:  Primary:  (1d8+16)[ 19 ]  Secondary One:  (1d8+11)[ 14 ]  Secondary Two:  (1d8+11)[ 14 ]  Secondary 3:  (1d8+11)[ 12 ]
 Wing Buffet One:   (1d20+31)[ 39 ]
 Damage:   (1d8+8)[ 16 ]  Urksan:  (2d4)[ 3 ]  Heart of Fire(Fire Damage):  (2d4)[ 6 ]
 Crit. Confirm:   (1d20+31)[ 41 ]
 Crit. Damage:  [roll]1d8+8[roll]

 Wing Buffet Two:   (1d20+31)[ 43 ]
 Damage:   (1d8+8)[ 14 ]  Urksan:  (2d4)[ 6 ]  Heart of Fire(Fire Damage):  (2d4)[ 7 ]
 Crit. Confirm:   (1d20+31)[ 36 ]
 Crit. Damage:  [roll]1d8+8[roll]

Not even going to include my Tail Slap. That might be mildly overkill.

[User]
 You still have the tail slap...

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Player =13
Dragon =10

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Hp 156/375
AC 44 FF 41 To 11

Chill shield CL 9
Haste CL 9
Protection from energy Acid CL 9
Protection from energy Electricity CL 9
Protection from energy Fire CL 9
Protection from energy Sonic CL 9
Cat grace CL 9
shield CL 9
Spells left (6/6/6/0/3)

[User]
 OK, although a tail slap on a charge looks weird in my head.

 Spoiler: Tail Slap
To hit:  (1d20+31)[ 45 ]
Damage:  (2d6+8)[ 14 ]  Urksan Greaves:  (2d4)[ 5 ]  Heart of Fire(Fire Damage):  (2d4)[ 6 ]
Crit. Confirm:  (1d20+31)[ 49 ]
Crit. Damage:  (2d6+8)[ 16 ]

[User]
 So you would have taken alot of fire damage, but you're immune to it. :p

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Bite
 (1d20+35)[ 39 ]
 (2d8+15)[ 26 ]
 (1d20+35)[ 41 ]
 (2d8+15)[ 27 ]

Claw 1
 (1d20+35)[ 52 ]
 (2d6+9)[ 16 ]
 (1d20+35)[ 42 ]
 (2d6+9)[ 15 ]

Claw 2
 (1d20+35)[ 38 ]
 (2d6+9)[ 17 ]
 (1d20+35)[ 44 ]
 (2d6+9)[ 13 ]

Wing 1
 (1d20+35)[ 49 ]
 (1d8+9)[ 13 ]
 (1d20+35)[ 39 ]
 (1d8+9)[ 15 ]

Wing 2
 (1d20+35)[ 41 ]
 (1d8+9)[ 10 ]
 (1d20+35)[ 46 ]
 (1d8+9)[ 10 ]

Tail slap
 (1d20+35)[ 36 ]
 (2d6+20)[ 27 ]
 (1d20+35)[ 46 ]
 (2d6+20)[ 28 ]

Hasting
 (1d20+35)[ 43 ]
 (2d6+20)[ 25 ]
 (1d20+35)[ 39 ]
 (2d6+20)[ 28 ]

Rend
 (4d6+16)[ 27 ]

You take 134 points of damage. You are at 129/263 hp.

Your turn.

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Player =13
Dragon =10

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Hp 183/375
AC 44 FF 41 To 11

Chill shield CL 9
Haste CL 9
Protection from energy Acid CL 9
Protection from energy Electricity CL 9
Protection from energy Fire CL 9
Protection from energy Sonic CL 9
Cat grace CL 9
shield CL 9
Spells left (6/6/6/0/3)

[User]
 Rearing back from the blows, Akrannyx sprays his foe in a searing line of fire.

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 (6d8)[ 22 ]  This is Fire Damage. Reflex DC 26 to take half

[User]
 Adding in attacks from Haste and Rapidstrike.

 Spoiler: Attacks
Bite:  (1d20+33)[ 42 ]
Damage:  (3d6+13)[ 26 ]  Urksan:  (2d4)[ 3 ]  Heart of Fire:  (2d4)[ 5 ]
Crit. Confirm:  (1d20+33)[ 35 ]
Crit Damage:  (3d6+13)[ 24 ]

Bite(Rapidstrike):  (1d20+28)[ 38 ]
Damage:  (3d6+13)[ 23 ]  Urksan:  (2d4)[ 8 ]  Heart of Fire:  (2d4)[ 2 ]
Crit. Confirm:  (1d20+28)[ 40 ]
Crit Damage:  (3d6+13)[ 23 ]

[User]
 Your second bite hits, and the dragon is bloodied.

The dragon fails to evade your breath weapon.

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 (1d20+35)[ 48 ]
 (2d8+15)[ 20 ]
 (1d20+35)[ 36 ]
 (2d8+15)[ 25 ]

Claw 1
 (1d20+35)[ 43 ]
 (2d6+9)[ 17 ]
 (1d20+35)[ 47 ]
 (2d6+9)[ 18 ]

Claw 2
 (1d20+35)[ 38 ]
 (2d6+9)[ 13 ]
 (1d20+35)[ 46 ]
 (2d6+9)[ 16 ]

Wing
 (1d20+35)[ 53 ]
 (1d8+9)[ 17 ]
 (1d20+35)[ 36 ]
 (1d8+9)[ 15 ]
 (1d20+35)[ 45 ]
 (1d8+9)[ 10 ]
 (1d20+35)[ 41 ]
 (1d8+9)[ 16 ]

Tail slap
 (1d20+35)[ 42 ]
 (2d6+20)[ 28 ]
 (1d20+35)[ 47 ]
 (2d6+20)[ 31 ]

Haste
 (1d20+35)[ 50 ]
 (2d6+20)[ 32 ]
 (1d20+35)[ 41 ]
 (2d6+20)[ 26 ]

137 damage which kills you I think. Should I roll up another monster?

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 Spoiler: The init

Player =13
Dragon =10

 Spoiler: Monster info

Hp 149/375
AC 44 FF 41 To 11

Chill shield CL 9
Haste CL 9
Protection from energy Acid CL 9
Protection from energy Electricity CL 9
Protection from energy Fire CL 9 82/120
Protection from energy Sonic CL 9
Cat grace CL 9
shield CL 9
Spells left (6/6/6/0/3)

[User]
 Puts me at -8. Not sure about 3.5 death rules, but I'm definitely unconscious in pathfinder terms.

Do yeah, I guess I'm dead pretty much. Roll up my next  murderer  honorable opponent.

[User]
 What special sense do you have? Because right now you can't see the creature.

Please replace yourself, roll init, and knowledge checks

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 Spoiler: The init

Dragon =10

 Spoiler: Monster info

Hp 312
AC 38 FF 36 To 10

Fort +21 Ref +17 Will +19
Dex 14

Chill shield CL 9
Fire shield CL 9
Greater invisibility CL 9
Protection from energy all elements Fire CL 9 120 pounds
Cat's grace CL 9
Shield CL 9
Spells (6/5/6/3/2)

[User]
 I have blindsense 60', as all Dragons do. Placing myself A19-B20. Casting Fog Cloud where the Dragon is if I go first on initiative.

 Spoiler: Rolls
Initiative: (1d20+4)[ 22 ]
Knowledge Arcana:  (1d20+10)[ 18 ]

 Spoiler: Statblock
  Akrannyx Silverbright
Male LG Adult Mercury Dragon Totemist 12//Race 10/Monk 2,  Level  12,  Init  4,  HP  263/263,  DR  DR 5/Magic,  Speed  60 (90)ft./250 (280)ft. (good)
 AC  35,  Touch  33,  Flat-footed  31,  Fort  22,  Ref  20,  Will  19,  Base Attack Bonus  19
 Natural Bite (--)   +31 (3d6+13, 20x2)
 Natural 2 Claws (--)   +29/+29 (3d6+8(x2), 20x2)
 Natural 2 Wings (--)   +29 (1d8+8(x2), 20x2)
 (+4 Dex, -1 Size, +17 Natural, +2 Deflect, +3 Misc)
 Abilities  Str 31, Dex 18, Con 22, Int 14, Wis 16, Cha 14
 Condition  Soulmelds Shaped (* Indicates Bound to Chakra)

*Sphinx Claws: Pounce for Natural Weapons (Hands | 0 pts. invested)

*Urksan Greaves: +2d4 Damage to attacks on a charge | Resist Cold 10 | Ice/Snow mvt. Normal Speed(Feet | 2 pts. invested)

*Shedu Crown: Telepathy 100' | Immune to Bullrush | +2 Saves Mind affecting (Crown | 2 pts. invested)

*Girallon Arms: Rend 2d6+18 | 4 Claw Attacks 1d8+11 (Totem/Arms | 3 pts. invested)

*Heart of Fire: +2d4 Fire Damage on Nat. Attacks (Totem | 2 pts. invested)

*Basilisk Mask: Low Light Vision | Darkvision 60' | Blind-fight (Brow | 2 pts. invested)

*Totem Avatar: +12 HP | Natural Weapons deal damage 1 size larger (Shoulders | 0 pts. Invested)

Spells 7/7 | 7/7 | 2/4

Attacks: 1 Bite, 6 Claws, 2 Wings, 1 Tail Slap, 1 Haste, 1 Rapidstrike

 Spoiler: Buffs
Haste 7/7 rounds
Displacement 7/7 Rounds

[User]
 You can see the dragon.

The dragon proceeds to cast a spell at you.

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 (1d20+9)[ 17 ]
 (1d20+9)[ 10 ]

Nothing happens.

Your turn.

 Spoiler: The map

 Spoiler: The init

Iz42 =22
Dragon =10

 Spoiler: Monster info

Hp 312
AC 38 FF 36 To 10

Fort +21 Ref +17 Will +19
Dex 14

Chill shield CL 9
Fire shield CL 9
Greater invisibility CL 9
Protection from energy all elements Fire CL 9 120 pounds
Cat's grace CL 9
Shield CL 9
Spells (6/5/6/2/2)

[User]
 Going to pounce the Dragon. I've decided I don't need to go froo-froo describing myself doing stupid things.

 Spoiler: Attacks
Bite:  (1d20+33)[ 51 ]
Damage:  (3d6+13)[ 21 ]  Urksan Greaves:  (2d4)[ 2 ]
Crit. Confirm:  (1d20+33)[ 48 ]
Crit. Damage:  (3d6+13)[ 23 ]

Claw One:  (1d20+31)[ 49 ]
Damage:  (3d6+8)[ 24 ]
Crit. Confirm:  (1d20+31)[ 41 ]
Crit. Damage:  (3d6+8)[ 18 ]

Claw Two:  (1d20+31)[ 42 ]
Damage:  (3d6+8)[ 16 ]  Urksan Greaves:  (2d4)[ 6 ]
Crit. Confirm:  (1d20+31)[ 46 ]
Crit. Damage:  (3d6+8)[ 15 ]

Wing One:  (1d20+31)[ 36 ]
Damage:  (1d8+8)[ 9 ]  Urksan Greaves:  (2d4)[ 3 ]
Crit. Confirm:  (1d20+31)[ 40 ]
Crit. Damage:  (1d8+8)[ 12 ]

Wing One:  (1d20+31)[ 45 ]
Damage:  (1d8+8)[ 14 ]  Urksan Greaves:  (2d4)[ 5 ]
Crit. Confirm:  (1d20+31)[ 33 ]
Crit. Damage:  (1d8+8)[ 13 ]

Tail Slap:  (1d20+31)[ 41 ]
Damage:  (2d6+8)[ 15 ]  Urksan Greaves:  (2d4)[ 6 ]
Crit. Confirm:  (1d20+31)[ 42 ]
Crit. Damage:  (2d6+8)[ 11 ]

Girallon Claws: One:  (1d20+33)[ 53 ]  Two:  (1d20+31)[ 47 ]  Three:  (1d20+31)[ 37 ]  Four:  (1d20+31)[ 38 ]
Damage: One:  (1d8+17)[ 19 ]  Urksan Greaves:  (2d4)[ 5 ]  Two:  (1d8+11)[ 19 ]  Urksan Greaves:  (2d4)[ 7 ]  Three:  (1d8+11)[ 14 ]  Urksan Greaves:  (2d4)[ 8 ]  Four:  (1d8+11)[ 17 ]  Urksan Greaves:  (2d4)[ 6 ]
Crit. Confirm:  (1d20+33)[ 35 ]  Two:  (1d20+31)[ 43 ]  Three:  (1d20+31)[ 51 ]  Four:  (1d20+31)[ 46 ]
Crit. Damge:  (1d8+17)[ 18 ]  Two:  (1d8+11)[ 12 ]  Three:  (1d8+11)[ 13 ]  Four:  (1d8+11)[ 15 ]

Rend Damage(If two claws hit):  (2d6+18)[ 21 ]

Haste(Bite):  (1d20+33)[ 51 ]
Damage:  (3d6+13)[ 26 ]  Urksan Greaves:  (2d4)[ 8 ]
Crit. Confirm:  (1d20+33)[ 51 ]
Crit. Damage:  (3d6+13)[ 17 ]

Rapidstrike(Bite):  (1d20+28)[ 36 ]
Damage:  (3d6+13)[ 31 ]  Urksan Greaves:  (2d4)[ 5 ]
Crit. Confirm:  (1d20+28)[ 42 ]
Crit. Damage:  (3d6+13)[ 27 ]

I have too many Natural Attacks. Remember the dragon has 50% miss chance against me through displacement.

[User]
 You deal 220 points of cold damage. (Including the cold vulnerability.)

Attack

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Bite
 (1d20+34)[ 47 ]
 (2d8+11)[ 22 ]
 (1d20+34)[ 53 ]
 (2d8+11)[ 24 ]

Claw
 (1d20+29)[ 47 ]
 (2d6+5)[ 12 ]
 (1d20+29)[ 35 ]
 (2d6+5)[ 10 ]

Claw 2
 (1d20+29)[ 49 ]
 (2d6+5)[ 15 ]
 (1d20+29)[ 35 ]
 (2d6+5)[ 14 ]

Wing
 (1d20+29)[ 41 ]
 (1d8+5)[ 10 ]
 (1d20+29)[ 40 ]
 (1d8+5)[ 7 ]

Wing
 (1d20+29)[ 40 ]
 (1d8+5)[ 9 ]
 (1d20+29)[ 42 ]
 (1d8+5)[ 11 ]

Tail
 (1d20+29)[ 41 ]
 (2d6+16)[ 23 ]
 (1d20+29)[ 36 ]
 (2d6+16)[ 24 ]

I think that kills you? Any defenses?

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 Spoiler: The init

Iz42 =22
Dragon =10

 Spoiler: Monster info

Hp 32/312
AC 38 FF 36 To 10

Fort +21 Ref +17 Will +19
Dex 14

Chill shield CL 9
Fire shield CL 9
Greater invisibility CL 9
Protection from energy all elements Fire CL 9 120 pounds
Cat's grace CL 9
Shield CL 9
Spells (6/5/6/2/2)

[User]
 Ermmmm... How did I deal the cold damage? Did you roll for miss chance? He has 50% from displacement, and I'm not sure whether the 25% from fog cloud stacks with it. Does he have true seeing?

By my calculating, that did 91 damage. So a little over a quarter my health. If you include the extra damage from the one attack that critted(It shouldn't have, due to the AC bonus from Haste, but I didn't include that), that's only 101 damage. Unless by 220 cold damage, you mean I got dealt the cold damage, not I dealt the cold damage.

[User]
 Originally Posted by IZ42
 Ermmmm... How did I deal the cold damage? Did you roll for miss chance? He has 50% from displacement, and I'm not sure whether the 25% from fog cloud stacks with it. Does he have true seeing?

By my calculating, that did 91 damage. So a little over a quarter my health. If you include the extra damage from the one attack that critted(It shouldn't have, due to the AC bonus from Haste, but I didn't include that), that's only 101 damage. Unless by 220 cold damage, you mean I got dealt the cold damage, not I dealt the cold damage.

Sorry that's what I meant. 😳

And I don't think I did, let me do so.

In order.
 (1d100)[ 85 ]
 (1d100)[ 66 ]
 (1d100)[ 37 ]
 (1d100)[ 2 ]
 (1d100)[ 18 ]
 (1d100)[ 5 ]

57 damage then. That kills you I think.

[User] Yup. He didn't even do that much damage on his attack. His (pardon me from looking at the spells, but the fight is over) Cold Shield dealt most of that damage.

[User]
 Originally Posted by IZ42
 Yup. He didn't even do that much damage on his attack. His (pardon me from looking at the spells, but the fight is over) Cold Shield dealt most of that damage.

Then you're accepted,

[User] Awesome! Now I have absolutely nothing to do! Oh wait, backstory. Ugh, Writing a backstory will be tedious.


[User]
 [Communication Hub]

Located somewhere in the middle of a desert isolated from any other Gem controlled ground or any

The Communication Hub used to be a place where, at one time, Crystal Gems were able to send messages over long distances. The place contained many huge pillars adorned with triangular patterns.

However there is a rumor that there are likely traitors within the ranks of the Crystal Gems still loyal to homeworld and, because the Hub has the ability to contact Gem controlled sectors in space including homeworld itself currently leaving it active is too high of a risk.

A small group of Crystal Gems have been sent to deactivate the Hub but only after one last performance of the Crystal Gem's most popular performer by the name Larimar. Things are looking grimmer and grimmer with each passing day and a moral boost of any kind is needed more than ever.

 [Orders before leaving the sea spire]

Halite's orders is to deactivate the hub until further notice.

Carnelian and two Pearls have been sent to assist Halite

Turquoise & Obsidian, security measure.

Heliodor, make certain the job is done and Larimar returns. You'd be shocked to find out the amount of high charisma performers.

 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 [Whoever is first to arrive]

The Hub glows bright illuminating the night sky. In front of you stands A Pearl with a perfectly round gem and a small nose. She wears a skin tight suit and has a rather dull expression on her face like a human that just got out of bed. She goes to speak"Hellow umm Puurl Thwoo"she holds up two fingers and you may notice that her teeth are razor sharp for some odd reason. "Hoarders?" You think she meant to say Orders.

[User] "I am designated as Carnelian: maintenance and repair gem."

[User]
 The Pearl stared blankly for about thrity seconds waiting for something more satisfactory for a statement "Whvee Whvork Whvith You?" She tilts her head with a ponderous smile up upon her face like you would sea a small child have after walking into a room with your arms behind your back and stating guess what I have for you?

"Othuur Puurl is here as while, Puurl nine. I'm Puurl Thwoo yes?"

[User] Turquoise just stands to the side. Not her position, not her job.

[User] "I am here to make sure this place is shut down." I say in a dead even voice. "Preferably with a smash!" I add, my voice brightening almost maniacally before it lowers to deadpan again. "There is a final use for it, however."

[User] Pearl 2 shakes her head backing away slowly "Eets still use~fowl afturd d'-ward" What Pearl 2 was trying to say was It's still useful for after the war. The idea of breaking the Communication Hub seemed to set off an alarm in her head or more specifically at the phrase smash.

[User] Carnelian turns to Halite.  "I am designated as Carnelian - maintenance and construction. I may be of some assistance in your request."

[User] "Well, I'm a Halite, communications and all that, and I think we should smash stuff!" I say with an almost manic perkiness before dropping to a monotone. "My orders are to decommission this communications installation, and I intend to be thorough. Assistance would be of use, yes."

[User] "Confirmed. I will comply and dismantle the communication hub. As you command Halite."  Carnelian summons her massive hammer and approaches the hub.

[User] "Puurl Thwoo and Puurl nine are not able thwoo smash? What-do?!" The Pearl's reaction became panicked as she started to have a small panic attack at the idea of failing to complete an order. Her attention turned to Turquoise looking at her as if she could possibly hold an answer.

[User] Turquoise, being blind, has no idea that the pearl is looking at her.

[User] In a low monotone, I say, "The Pearl was talking to you, Turquoise." I wince once I finish.

[User] I'm just security. I don't give orders.

[User]
 By this point, Carnelian must have reached the hub and begins smashing it.*

 *Unless someone does or says something to stop her.

[User] "Heh heh, hold up there, Carnelian!" I giggle before dropping into monotone. "There is a final use for the communications hub before we begin percussively dismantling the infrastructure."

[User] "Understood. I will comply."  Carnelian says to Halite. She keeps her hammer out holding it erect with the head up at her side. Carnelian stands next to the hub facing the other gems and waiting for a command.


[User] woops not supposed to be this


[User]
 Late Autumn, on the edge between the Borderlands and the fiefs of the Karn Duchy

Kicking free of the stranglevine and thistle bushes, you push through the last gasp of the Borderlands' clutches and emerge at the edge of a forest near a river. After weeks of harrowing nights, vicious fighting, and rugged terrain, the view that greets you seems otherworldly. An idyllic setting, complete with fields of grain on the far bank, sounds of a running river and local wildlife, and the easy afternoon sun casting a golden glow over it all.

Fifty yards or so ahead of you lies the bank of the river. A glance southward reveals that someone has even seen fit to build a bridge for you. It's no feat of architecture, but the covered wooden walkway appears sufficient to allow crossing the swift running waterway. In fact, the only possible obstacle to your crossing are the legs of a wide human-looking fellow that are stretched out across the entrance.

 Spoiler: The Scene (if the fisherman was sleeping)

 Spoiler: OOC
OOC: Everyone should be Level 2 now, so if you aren't, advance your character sheet. At least Kulak and Kiara are in this scene, being the only members of their respective parties to survive the journey out of the Borderlands. Bagel's Druid and Yanaba can be with them, having met them along the way, or can be from the nearby settlement. I'd like everyone to establish their location in the first post, so the other players can RP interactions after that.

Game on :-)

[User]
 Soft mud from the river bank squeezed in between the pads of Kiara's paws as she hurried over to the river, sticking her snout into the water and lapping up all she could.  They had made it out, out of the borderlands and away from whatever stupidity those fools had lead her into.  W e need to follow them, they said.  We need to not put the town in harm, they said.  Then two are gone, probably dead, and a third vanished into the tree tops.  See what all this noble heroism does for people, gets them dead and useless.   Her inner voice continued on as the cool water of the river filled her throat, rinsing away the dust and grime of the long day's walk, and bringing on memories that continuously flood her thoughts.

She had run off after everyone she had been fight with one by one disappeared.  The fight seemed to be going their way and yet she was the last standing.  A split second decision had her dashing back towards the woods and away from the mysterious door and ape like beings.   All for the better.   She reminded herself.   The Crusade is still out there and not being tied down to those idiots will expand my lifespan by at least a few years.

Looking up and back from the river she glanced towards her new companion, Kulak.  She knew little about him except that he was big and quiet.  Both were fine with her, she rather stay in cat form, now more than ever.

Her field of vision began to switch back to the river when a figure caught her eyes on the bridge. She backed up and away from the river and lowered her body down into the tall grass, a small growl echoing from her now wet muzzle.  A growl she was hoping would alert Kulak to the presence of another being close to them.


[User]
 A press of bodies in a station square.
A chant of voices in a temple courtyard.
Salarymen in well-pressed suits and briefcases.
Women in extravagently coloured yukata.

This is Okubiro at Summer's end. A city of two worlds co-existing at once; tradition and modernity, the present and the past.

But for the children of Okubiro High School, the only thing that really matter's is the future. Because this is the end of Summer, which mean's tomorrow, the new school year begins.

For four young girls, it's also the start of much, much more.

 Spoiler: Akiko Ichigo

It's your favorite dream.

By day, you're  Akiko Ichigo , 16 years old, and about to start your Second Year at Okiburo High School.  Some people say you are a delinquaint, and a tomboy, and worse besides.

But by night... by night, you are the protector of Okiburo city, guarding it from whatever threats the early morning broadcast block might throw at you! A life of adventure, courage and love!

And, sure enough, it doesn't take very long for the cry of someone in need to reach you.

 Spoiler: Shirai Shimizu

It's your favorite dream.

By day, you're  Shirai Shimizu , 17 years old, and about to start your Third Year at Okiburo High School. Your day's involve a lot of preparation, whether it's the mental composure of a young mistress, or preparations for the dance team.

But by night, you are a socialite among the elite of Okiburo, your grace, poise, and form attracting the eye -and envy- of every man and woman in the expensive room.

And, sure enough, it doesn't take long until  you  are the sole topic of conversation.

 Spoiler: Trisha Lefay

It's your favorite dream.

By day you're  Trisha Lefay , 17 years old, and about to start your Third Year at Okiburo High School. You graduate at the end of the year, so it's time to think about the future... but you already know what the future holds, don't you?

By night, you sit upon a throne atop the tallest building in the city. In the real world, it's a TV station -they air those early morning cartton shows children like- by in your dreams, it has become your court, full to the brim with everyone who is anyone, bowing in low obesciance to the Empress of Okiburo.

And, sure enough, it doesn't take very long for someone to come seeking your favor.

 Spoiler: Mayaganji Miko

It's your favorite drea- wait. No it isn't.

This isn't  Mayaganji Miko's  favorite dream. This isn't Mayaganji Miko's favourite  anything .

You find yourself alone, a white void stretching out from you in all directions. As if being 15 years old and facing the prospect of the first day of your First Year at Okiburo High School wasn't enough of a problem!

Where are you? For that matter, why is it that -despite the fact there isn't another person, another  thing  anywhere- you can't help but feel like you are being  watched ?

[User] Lady Shirai Shimizu smiled warmly at her guests from atop the stairwell. They had all gathered for  her  party. Of course they had! No one who was anyone would miss out on an evening in her company. As she descended the staircase, every eye in the room, eventually, came to her. Her smile didn't waiver at the attention, only growing warmer with each hand she shook or cheek she kissed. They were talking about her, she was sure, but it would take more than idle gossip to ruin her mood. She had all she wanted, there was no need to worry about anything.

[User]
 Let them in.  Trisha signaled her bodyguards, as she snuggled comfortably on the throne. Power carried great responsibilities. The mortals would want to be fed and cared for, to feel safe and secure. Trisha Lefay would do so. Not out of any real love of them of course. But she understood the responsibilities, the real goal was the power, the power to move men like they were chess pieces, to shape destiny like no one ever had before.

 I will hear their concern.  She added imperially.

[User]
 Miko looks around her, a feeling of ice running down her spine. Not liking what this looks like, Miko picks a random direction, and flies off. Anything has to better than nothing.

Right?

[User]
 Of course, someone needs saving she thought as she rushed to a rather familiar seeming square. People running around in panic as a creature that on extremely close inspection might look like it was a person in a rubber suit stood in the middle, cackling as it tossed explosions everywhere.

She rushed towards the thing, stopping some distance away from the thing as she shouted,  "HENSHIN! KNIGHT OF BLADE!"  drawing a card from her pocket, raising it up into the air. It glowed as it enveloped her in a red suit of armour. She drew a oversized toylike blade from somewhere, she wasn't very sure and charged the creature.

[User]
 Spoiler: Akiko

Cutting the monster causes sparks -well, of course it does; what did you expect,  blood ?- and it falls backwards.

(For a given value where "fall" is synonymous "leaping backwards in a flip onto it's back". Of course.)

"Aargh!" It roars, a voice that sounds modulated to a mix between terrifying and comedic. The trunk-faced creature gestures towards Akiko with a dramatic fist. "You'll pay for that!"

The air shimmers like a bad effect, and a dozen plain, identical-looking monsters appear from nowhere to surround the knight.

"Footsoldiers! Attack~!"

 Spoiler: Shirai

Yes, it's a wonderful party, and a wonderful evening. As Shirai crosses the floor, her every gesture is followed by chatter and gossip and...

...laughter?

Yes, there is, unmistakably, some laughter trailing in the air, less than half a foot behind the socialite's every step..

 Spoiler: Trisha

The doors open to admit the crowd of fawning admirers...and reveals nothing. An empty corridor, stretching out before the Empress.

Well. Almost empty. Because it seem's that she has had  one  petitioner, at least. A man, at that, white haired, looking almost surprised to see the throne room.

He quickly hides it. "Ah," he says, a voice smooth and calm. "I think I got turned around somewhere."

 Spoiler: Miko

For a long time, you see nothing. How long g is an immaterial question; there's no sun, moon, stars; nothing to track time by. A second might be a day might be a decade.

But, eventually, the nothingness begins to receed...or maybe that's the wrong way to put it. Because rather than the whiteness stopping, things just started appearing. Buildings and cobblestones began to appear around her, like vague drawings against a canvas, half colored in and sketchy.

And, more importantly,  familiar . As the city -it's a vague city, but a city nonetheless- grows around her, Miko begins to get some sense of place and purpose.

[User]
 Sir.... This is the throne room.  Trisha asked surprised at the lack of adorers.

 Why?.... What were you looking for?  Trisha said a rising feeling in her gut.

[User] Laughter? Well, surely, her part was the talk of the town, and she was the hostess known to best entertain. But the laughter only followed her, never lead to her. With a tinge of fear in her heart, Shirai turned to see the source of the laughter.

[User]
 As the disposable mooks surrounded her, the Knight of Blades attacked, her sword cutting through them, or more specifically, knocking them back with a healthy helping of sparks.

She fought the creatures for a few minutes, using a few final attacks on them, turning around as they exploded. She finally turned her attention towards the elephant monster, pointing at it as she shouted,  "We're doing this one on one!"  as she leapt into the air, performing a flying kick.

[User]
 A city? Well it's better. But it's still empty. Not that it matters terribly. She has no home. Nothing to hold her back. Which, she supposed makes one city as good as another.

She zooms down and starts flying through the streets.

[User]
 Spoiler: OOC

Apologies for the delay. My work has pretty long hours, so this was the first chance I got to do this post; sorry!

 Spoiler: Akiko

The tiger-stripped creature look's shocked as you dispatch it's enemies. In fact, frow the wild gestures and over-enunciated way it proclaims "N-no way!" it would be difficult to interpret it's words as anything else. Rubber-suited monsters sure are an expressive bunch.

Still, Akiko lands a solid kick on the monsters chest, pushing it backwards. The tiger-hided creature clutches it's chest, obviously winded by the attack.

"St-stop! I give!"

This... is a staggeringly weak monster. It almost looks like it's about to cry.

 Spoiler: Shirai

Someone must have made some changes to the grand hall, because you don't remember there being a projector streaming images against a wall.

(Actually, is it a projector? There doesn't seem to be one set-up, the clips are just appearing there...)

Even if you had set it up, however, you probably wouldn't have authorised  these  clips to be shown. After all, this is a party to celebrate your sophistication and social grace.

So why is everyone watching  that ?

 Spoiler
So... as I say, sort of like a projector. There is an image being projected on the wall... and the image in question is of Shirai's most embarrassing moment. Whether that's something real, feigned, a secret that she doesn't want anyone to know... your call.
But, obviously, this is the point where her greatest dream is turning... south.

 Spoiler: Trisha

"Throne room?"

The man blinks, as if in surprise of that fact. He turns, looking arounnd and taking the room in.

"...Of course," he says quickly. "The throne room! And you're the... queen. Empress? Queen." He corrected himself with a quick bow.

"Yes, as I said, I seem to have gotten seperated from my... companion. My pet. You didn't happen to see a... a cat running around her, have you? Your majesty?"

 Spoiler: Miko

As you fly down the city streets, things start to become more defined. Not  much  moe, mind you; the colors are still block and half-finished. But at least the world starts to resemble more of a watercolour than a half-finished sketch...

Or, maybe half-finished is the way to put it. The further down the street you get, the more defined everything becomes. Almost as if someone had taken a giant eraser to the city block...

And then, at once, you see something that stands out; something that very much isn't a part of any city.

 A small animal  crawls across the streets. Unlike the buildings and sign posts and street lamps, it seem's more... solid somehow. Better defined.

Which is bizarre, considering it looks like nothing you've ever seen before. At least, not outside of books of fairy tales and folklore.

Ever stranger, now and then it raises it's head, lifts it's trunk, and gestures as if it is eating the air around it... and a little more of the substance and the color of the world around you fades away.

[User] ".......wait what?"  she exclaimed as her armour vanished in a flash of light, the producers were getting their money's worth for actors. The rather out of charachter moment for this monsters of the week  knocking her out of the flow of try to blow monster up and watch it escape or lead into stronger monster as she succeeded, she could almost hear a record scratching in the background. She just stares at the Tigerphant in surprise and confusion, waiting for if to reply.

[User]
 Um, Sorry. No I haven't.  Trisha replies clearly confused.

 Guards! Find this man's cat. And put some direction in this palace to the throne room!  She ordered.

[User] Shirai bit her lip to keep from crying out. Hard.  That wasn't her on the screen, she told herself. Well... well, it was her. But it certainly wasn't the her she had grown into, and it absolutely wasn't the her that she told people about. That was a long time, in a different point of her life. She quickly looked all about the room for the source of the projections, for the jokester who had somehow acquired this footage. There was Hell to pay for this, of that she was sure.

[User]
 What is that thing? And what exactly is it doing to the city?

Miko flies down to get a better look.

[User]
 Spoiler: Akiko

"A-all I wanted was a little midnight snack!"

Forget 'as if'; the tigerphant started bawling openly in the middle of the street, thick tears mixed with ridiculous trumpets.

"You're supposed to give up! That's how this's supposed to work!"

 Spoiler: Shirai

It probably isn't surprising that the looks you get crossing the room are more pointed than before. Oh, no one says anything -if course they don't- but then, in the coin of the upper class, silence is it's own damnation...

But then, the important thing right now is finding the one responsible. That shouldn't be too hard. You know every guest in the room, after all. You know who would be likely to hold grudges, or do something like this.

So who would have the means and motive to humiliate you like this?

 Spoiler: Trisha

"That won't be necessary," he replied with an off-hand wave.

"If he's around here, no doubt he'll turn up soon. His tastes can run to the most..."

There is a sound echoing deep from within the power, like silver ringing.

"...Peculiar." The hawk-faced man's eyebrow quirks at the sound, but he doesn't seem to care overly much. Instead, he looks you over.

"A queen. That's a common fantasy," he notes. "Ambitious, aren't you?"

 Spoiler: Niko

When you get closer, there isn't really any mistaking it. The animal looks like some sort of tapir, but smaller; much smaller, in fact. What seemed like walking really is more of a weak crawl, dragging itself across the ground...

As you approach, it's ears perk upwards. It turns, staring up with a pair of dark, soulful eyes.

"Buu." Mode a noise than a word, but it's curiosity is obvious, it's trunk uncurling towards you.

[User] Trisha scoffs at this, it isn't ambition. Ambition implies rising above one's station. Her station is queen, empress of the world would be ambitious.  It is in my bloodline to rule.  Trisha states simply.

[User]
 It was obvious. It was so obvious. Shirai could kick herself for not going to her immediately. She skulked past the pointed, mocking, silently judging eyes of the cultural elite she surrounded herself with. Her party could wait. Shirai could handle a lot, and did handle a lot. She could brush off a lot, and overlook even more. But such a personal, spiteful, hateful act? In front of her peers and fellows? No, no, this was something that demanded her attention.

She stomped up the stairs, slipping between the socialites and debutantes that had attended her soiree. She unlocked the door to the west wing, to the master bedroom. Of course she'd be there. She always had a flair for drama. Where else would Shirai have picked it up?

" Hello, Mother, " She spat as she open the door.

[User] She ignored the midnight snack statement, obviously some sort of pun she didn't get as she replied,  "Why would I give up? Heroes never do."  even as she cautiously approached the beast, attempting to comfort it.

[User] Miko looks down at the thing with her own sad eyes.  What are you?


[User] The board starts in the standard position

[User]
 Originally Posted by AvatarVecna
 The board starts in the standard position

I'll choose white.

[User] Well then, by all means, make your move.

[User] Let see. 1. e4


[User]
 Moving our Sunday game to an online format as people's schedules change due to end of year exams and such. A brief outline of what's happened so far in the story:

Four unlikely companions have uncovered a plot involving a dead king and another plane of existence. With the few leads they found their way towards an underground complex which they believe to lead to the Underdark and are on the heels of the drow they believe to have assassinated the king. Unexpectedly the magic map they had which lead them to the ring stolen from his dead body has stopped working.


[User]
 Two months of snow drifts and frozen lakes, of bare trees and tough meat. Two months of no game and few roots to add to the dried meat stews was hard at first, but has now become a bland routine.

The frozen North of Ronderran, the icy tundras and soaring, snow-capped peaks, are some of the most beautiful things in the world. The people who live up here dwell in Holds once built as the first line of defense against the Giant Empire that dwelt in the snowy caps of the Pole. Now, they are just another place to live quietly with little need for currency or trade; the people up here coexist peacefully, without need for barter or coin. However, their needs from the outside are plentiful, and so offer trade of many varieties.

Enter Nodric. A gypsy of unquestioned honesty and kindness, he is a pariah among his old people. However, he has drawn to himself those strong enough of body and mind to accompany him on three- to five- month stretches as he circles the Northern Wastes before travelling all the way south to the sandy beaches and isles.

So it is that you have been traveling together for two months, taking turns in steam coaches and bathing huts to defrost the ice from your beards and britches.

Over the last week, all of you have been approached by a human scholar named Oban. He has made an offer; help him locate and search an ancient, long-dead white dragon's den for a hidden treasure and he will reward you handsomely. Nodric's caravan is prepared to stop and wait for thirty hours while he attends this expedition.

One evening, under open sky and puffs of frosted breath, you come together with a few other members of the caravan to discuss and, possibly, accept Oban's offer.

"Thank you all for coming. First, let's introduce ourselves- I'm not the greatest with names, so hearing you say them will help me remember. I'll go first. I'm Oban, scholar and archaeologist of Westmos Academy." He turns to his left and motions. "And you?"

[User]
 Fourth Wing of the Second Cloister.

Fourth Wing stands and introduces himself.  "It is a pleasure to meet you again, Oban, and a pleasure to meet you all again; I am Fourth Wing of the Second Cloister, and I am here in hopes of discovering the nature of morality - though that, I admit, is not what  we  are here for."

He sits back down and mimics Oban's leftward gesture with a smile.


[User]
 These are troubled times for the land of Uma. Monsters have been swarming up out of the wilderness and encroaching on settlements with increasing frequency. Rumors of a dark power orchestrating these seemingly disparate groups together towards a singular purpose persists. To make matters worse, a dragon, not seen in these parts in a thousand years has been spotted flying through the sky at night. Some claim that this is the end of days.

You and your partner find yourselves walking in through the gates of the village of Blacstone, the last settlement in Uma's western region to hold out against the monster attacks. Should it fall, the monsters will have a clear shot to the heart of kingdom. In these desperate times, heroes are needed.

The two of you met almost by accident one fateful day. Upset by the wealth and privilege with which she grew up when there were so many suffering, Mira fled from that life to western Uma where troubles were brewing. She found herself in Briarshore, a small hamlet in the forest of Ardryl, aiding the defenders there. However, when goblins overran the place, she fled with the rest of the survivors in a wagon to Blacstone, the last free village in the west.

Blue, the physically weakest of his litter of Diopsid, had always been different from his kin. Perhaps that is why, when the rest of his burrow decided to flee the troubles by burrowing underground, Blue elected to instead head to the surface and learn what kinds of sights there were to see above ground.  Constantly fueled by an insatiable curiosity, he found himself driven to explore in these troubled times.

Thus it was almost fate when Blue stumbled across a wagon in the woods that was beset by brigands who were preying upon the troubled times for their own selfish gain at the expense of others. Having helped Mira and the others in the wagon drive them off, the diopsid outcast found himself more accepted by strangers as unlike him as could be imagined while his own kind had shunned him. Perhaps that is why the wagon's apprentice wizard bequeathed his spellbook to the curious insect when he succumbed to his wounds on the journey to Blacstone.

Still, at long last, Mira, Blue, and the six other injured survivors of the massacre at Briarshore find themselves outside the gates of Blacstone, the last village to hold out against these troubles in the west.  The twelve-foot pallisade walls which surround the town speak of the refuge and safety to be found within. A pair of guardsmen man the gates, which remain open for now to accommodate the refugees which have come streaming into town.

Though neither of them know it yet, a legend was about to be born here. Were they ready for what Fate had in store?

[User]
 Blue spent most of his time tending to the most injured of the group (tell me how many heal checks I need to make) like a doting mother "No no no, use the crutch when you walk your ankle is twisted........yes I know it's a branch pretend it's a crutch use it as a crutch........Now now, what did I say about keeping those bandages moist? That feathermoss and mustard root on them bandages don't do any good unless you keep it damp."

When they arrived at the city Blue was taking a short break and reading his spellbook. As he looked up at the walls the first thought he had was muttered aloud "I bet they have a big library..."

[User]
 Spoiler
since there are six injured, that'd be six heal checks.

Marian, the older woman in the party of refugees whose ankle was broken in the escape says, "Don't know about that. Before all the troubles, Blacstone wasn't known for its scholarship."

[User]
 Spoiler: Heal

 (1d20+7)[ 13 ]
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Blue shakes his head and sighs. "Ah well." He turns and looks behind him before shouting "Monty! Remy! Get up here!"

Monty, the raven, immediately ceased the game of chase he was having with Remy and flew over. Remy, who thought the game was still afoot, chased after and playfully batted at Monty, receiving a bop on the nose from the raven in response "This is why he loves me more." Monty cawed seriously, adding a muttered "Mangy dog."

[User]
 Mira was trudging along, her feet swollen in her well-made, but untested boots. The first night she'd walked all day, she'd taken them off when they stopped to rest at night-fall. That'd been a mistake, to be sure. She hadn't been able to fit her feet in the boots the next morning.

Still, that was a few months ago, and she was used to life on the road by now - at least enough that she could keep an eye out for a good story, and the creature covered in blue chitin practically screamed 'story in the making'. Besides, he was interesting, she hadn't seen someone like him at court, or anywhere, for that matter.

She pounced on the opportunity to introduce herself and help him when he was tending the wounded. "Hey there! I'm Mira." She smiled at the Diopsid. "Can I help you with this? I've picked up a thing or two about bandages."

She set about straightening bandages and finding crutches as they travelled.

 Spoiler
Taking 10 on the 6 heal checks to aid Blue. DC to do that is 10, and she has a +0 modifier, so she gives him +2 to all his stuff.

She followed him into town. "So, who are you anyway? I've never met anyone quite like you, and I've met a lot of people."

[User]
 "Yes, thank you" Blue responded to Mira's help bandageing. "As well as I try these....." he wiggled all four of his arms "are not as dexterous as most topsider's"

"I am..." Blue switched into the rapid-fire light show that was his name in Diopsid "but you can call me Blue, it is the......least offensive name I have been called lately. As to why you've never seen anyone like me....most of my people dug deeper when the Troubles began." He looked around and clacked his mandible "Up here is a frightening enough place what with the wild winds, massive amounts of water that comes down in waves from the sky, and the sky! Not a ceiling in sight out here! Almost makes me wish for home."

[User]
 Mira laughs, small pearls of joy, at Blue's description of rain.

"I love the sky - it's so beautiful at sunset! I think it'd be a shame to live your whole life without feeling it on your face. But then there's probably something good about living down under the ground. You say you miss the cielings? It must be snug, always having walls around you. Safe."

[User] As the two of you enter through the gates, the taller and thinner of the two guardsmen greet y'all. "Welcome! I'm always glad to see wounded come in here. Means some of you survived. I take it it you managed to capture one of the monsters?"

[User] Blue tilted his head at the guard and clacked his mandibles together, absentmindedly petting Remy. He was almost hurt at the accusation but he had been called far worse before. "Me? Monster?" he asked "No, I'm......whats the phrase.......one of the good guys? I'm a.....druid.....mage.......something. A magic user."

[User] The guard gives you a strange look. "Um... You sure about that?"

[User] "Sure about what? That I'm not a monster or that I'm a magic user." Without waiting for an answer he bends down to pick up a rock, casting Light on it. "Yep, still a magic user. The earlier confusion was more in line with what to call myself, someone who practices both druidic and arcane magic."

[User] He looks at you flatly. "And can anyone  humanoid  in this party vouch for you?"


[User]
 High-Queen Melizza, upon her amber throne, Looked out over the Hive-City Below her. The Vast Structure jutted out against the Flatlands of the southern peninsula, a towering spire of hexagon structures, interconnecting and interwoven into a single cohesive super-structure. At the top, her Throne Room and Royal Palace resided, where-in she spent her days. Her Audiance Chamber had no windows or other structers which would allow her to gaze upon her dominion. But the queen had no need for such things. In her head, positioned below the short matted black hair and antenna, she possessed two Onyx black eyes. But to count her perception by her own physical senses was a fools errand. Her eyes were manifold, and everywhere. The Hive-City itself was almost onto a living thing. It moved and breathed, and she was connected to every nerve and sinew of it. Her vassals, toiling below, the soldiers patrolling the out walls, the Breeders in the nursary, preparing the next generation. She was with all of them, connected in a network which transcended the concept of the self, of the individual. Even beyond the towering walls and fortifications , her reach extended. Across the plains, her daughter hives were working just as diligantly as her own was, another hub in the Swarm's reach, another link in the chain, ordered to perfection with a harmony that resonated through the land, just as the nigh-constant droning buzz of wing beats resonated through the amphitheater interior of the Capital Hive-City.

And as she took in her dominion, Melizza felt equal parts contentment and dissatisfaction. All was as it should be, but as ever it had before her, there remained resources not yet tapped, potential not net exploited. Always, there was more to be done. Thankfully, there were always more of her subjects eager to fill those needs.

Thus began the spring morning in the Vezzpin Swarm.

 Spoiler: OOC

Year 1, Spring, Weeks 1-4
Rolling for Seasonal Event (Springtime)
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EDIT-Nothing Of Note!


[User]
 At the edge of the Ska, the sky fills with the beating of many enormous wings as a flight of giant owls crests the mountains and hovers in the nearest civilized area (48,48). They make no move to attack the Skaven, and indeed, should they notice any rats threatened by wild beasts in the area, will move to defend them.

The lead owl lands, and a white-haired, beardless dwarf woman in flight chain dismounts. She smells of the open sky and cold mountain air, not the dank dustiness of the mines like the dwarves with which the Skaven are familiar. To the nearest Skaven, in the common tongue, she speaks:

  "I am Aravis Sigynsdöttir, an Envoy of the Reaches of Vítharrheim. Who speaks for your lands? Who speaks for the Skaven?"

[User]
 The party enter the boundries of Ska-Ruun-Skre, a village on the outskirts
of Ska-Ruun the rotting egg of the Ska lands.

Below deep chasms have been gauged into the mountain, great caves
opening to reveal ropes pulleys and scaffolding decending deep into
the spine of the land. A centurian of Ska soldiers armed with little more
than their own fur and rickety spears stand watch over the miners and
workers clearly there to keep the Ska in line as opposed to defend them
from any outside threats.

Like rats in a hurricane the Ska dissapear into their holes,
 Skree's Ska's  and  Skreeawk's  fill the air like evil and angry
whispers as they echo through the galleries and tunnels of a small yet
crowded mountain village.

Before you lies endless abandonned tunnels, not a Ska in sight other
than the few still scampering towards their hiding places.

After about ten minuites a lone rat approaches before you.
Most of its body is badly mummified in the semblance of bandages,
what skin shows is barely covered in fur and is instead coverd in evil
looking whelts and boils. The rat speaks in a voice that is not its own.

  Skree Ska Ruun Skre Snikct Tssssk

[User]
 Aravis tilts her head, not understanding the possessed Skaven.

  "I do not speak that tongue," she says. "Can you converse in the common tongue?"

{Dwarven}"Or else the tongue of those who dwell both above and below mountains?"{/Dwarven}

[User]
 The Ska shrieks with a horrible gurgling undertone.

 Dwaaarvessssssssk

In the distance a number of Ska begin to run, their
paws and claws making horrible clicking noises on
the stone paths of the mountain side.

 You -sk- will not not get your home back!
He vomits, apparently disgusted by your presense
but does not stop his terrible ramblings.
 The Ska have risen from your -sk- rule, we -sk- will
keep you from our -sk- Moutain!

[User]
 Aravis shakes her head.

  "We don't want your mountain. We don't want to rule you. We are not the dwarves you've fought before. We want to trade with you, to live unbothered by you or anyone else. We are the Vítharrheimr, not the dwarves you know."

[User]
 The Ska-Skre-Sk-Skit have heard -sk-  squeeks  of of your people

His eyes seem to glow maliciously, asthough he takes
great glee in delivering the news.

 They know you live -sk- on the mountain, in our -sk- sacred land
and home of the Wkt-Sk-Ska!

[User] "Well, I can see this is going to go well. Would it help if we explained that we have no desire to expand eastward, much as we have no desire to expand westward? Your current lands are in no danger from us."

[User]
 The priest struggles slightly, he was clearly not a diplomat
and hesitated speaking on behalf of his people.

Asthough simply falling back to pulling the party line he
finally found the courage to speak.

 The Wkt-Sk-Ska does -sk- not tolerate non Ska -sk- within
the -sk- sacred mountains. For a thousand years we
fought -sk- claw claw and tooth to remove your kin!

He points an angry finger at your envoys mount.

 You bring -sk- sky hunters to our land, insulting the Wkt-Sk-Ska
with your presense in the birthplace of a Deity!

---

 Spoiler
By the afternoon/evening of the first day troops begin to
arrive from the west. Not sure when this conversation is
taking place but I presume if your units are flying they
arrived sometime on day one.

As they arrive the Ska who had been hiding begin to re-emerge
from their hiding places. Like a bunch of children surrounding a
fight or a bunch of hockey mom's at the weekend game they cheer
on the Ska Envoy, shout insults and generally behave in an unfriendly
manner.

[User]
 "So be it,"   Aravis says, mounting her owl.   "I can see this is going nowhere."

 Spoiler: Leaving
So our Envoy flight is bailing unless you want to try and stop them. And yes, this was on Day 1 :-) Fairly early, even.

[User]
 Spoiler

Need to stop here.

Your movement actions were to both go here, if on week 2, you still want to leave, then you can. But until week 2 starts, your stuck.

[User]
 Spoiler
Got it. Remaining here. Have every intention of bailing at beginning of Week 2.


[User]
 Lord Veshian looked out across his great city and debated his next action.  He had successfully kept his nation running despite the guilds best efforts at stalling and now they were thanking him for the recent expansion.  He also had a lot of the commoners support as elves from across the world flocked to the elvish realm to get away from the oppression and monsters that plagued most of the world.  Veshian had given them a home, Veshian had given them freedom, and Veshian had given them hope of a better life.

Taking a sip of wine he continued to think of his next actions.  This realm had become large, large enough for the other nations of the world to take notice.  It would only be a matter of time before they came knocking with rams and catapults to destroy and take everyone we had created.  He would need to continue to expand, and put more effort on recruitment.  Veshian walked back inside to begin writing his orders for expansion.


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 It's a new academic year at Pigsmoke's University (which confuses the American students to no end, but the Dean is old-fashioned like that). The leaves on the Treants are just starting to color, despite their best efforts at hiding it with green dye. The caves under the football fields have finally grown quiet, as the furious Troll mating season comes to an end. The sweet smell of apple pie wafts from a small cottage on campus-the janitorial staff have a bet going on how many students will fall for the cafeteria witch's trap this year.

Students will be coming in from across the country, eager to start their magical academic careers, eyes filled with optimism and foolishness of the youth. About half of them will stop coming to class in a week.

And the teachers? Well, our brave academics...haven't left home yet.

 Spoiler: OOC
What's your routine at home before going to Pigsmoke? Describe who you live with.

[User]
 Melissa Dao awakes with a muffled groan. Her head slightly throbbing she dares to open one eye to peer at her surroundings. There's a blonde woman lying in front of her still asleep with her head pillowed on Melissa's arm. So then who did the arm caressing her breast belong to? Trying to shift as subtlety as possible she peers around to get a glimpse of the dark haired man behind her. Michael Sarejo, which would make the blond head his wife Christine. Well at least she didn't go home with complete strangers even if she did probably drink more than was really necessary at the end of break celebrations. Still Melissa does need to get home as soon as possible if she wants to get ready and catch her ride.

Screw waking them up. Huh "screw" Melissa chuckles internally because in some ways she is still 12. Melissa slides out of bed without worrying about trying not to wake them up and begins collecting last night's clothing.   You were both really great. Really but I have class before too long so I have to run. You have my number right? Text me sometime!   She babbles as she dresses and runs for the door.

A short run later and Melissa's own tiny apartment greets her with its familiar mess and piles of papers. Someday she'll get around to cleaning up she tells herself; she's been saying the same thing for nearly 3 years and it hasn't happened yet. Probably won't happen until she moves out and recruits someone else to help her clean up and try to get some of the deposit back. A few minutes to get changed into something the department will think is "respectable" for the first day of classes and to heat up water for a some tea to take with her with only a sidelong glance at the pouches and bottles of more exotic herbs for relaxation and recreation. She can save those for when the semester really starts stressing her out. Some of them are not easy to refill.

She's out the door with two thermoses of tea for Gary and herself and seconds to spare when she finally realizes that she grabbed Christine's underwear instead of her own. Well this is an auspicious start.

[User]
 Well for Girogio it wasn't about threesomes and lolipops this morning.
Or ever.
He slept on the couch in front of the TV. News about some terrible civil war at distant country- some horrors to distract him from the horror which were his life.
But his slumber was disturbed this morning- (he never bothered with alarm clocks.)

'GIROGIOOOOOO!!!! Oink!!!!!!" His ex mother in law snored, enraged.
The Giorgio startled mewed and fell from the couch ungracefully on his head. The hog looked at him from above- looking even fatter and more sweaty and disgusting then yesterday. He was amazed it was possible, he was amazed and sad she was still mobile.

"The toilet is clogged again!!!! Oink!' She snored at her angerly. " And we are out of butter!"
You would think that person that is so upset for turning into a hog, wouldn't adjust so easily to live as one- Giorgio felt how drops of sweat smothered with butter fell on him.
He fought off an urge to puke- mostly because he will have to clean it himself.

"Why I have to fix it? You are the one who clogging it every day!" Giorgio hissed at her.

The hog, frowned making her face fat fold look like a swollen worm. "Oink! It's your food! You are poisoning me! Oink!'

Giorgio groaned. 'No. It's from the food you are eating from the trash, and anyone who eat four family sized pizzas as dinner will end up like that!"
"Don't push it Girogio! It's all YOUR fault, no matter from whlich angle you look at it! Oink!" The hog barked.
,Giorgio sighed. Sometimes, he had the feeling she wasn't so gluttonose and disgusting she just did everything in her power to make him miserable.
"Fine.' He mewed with a groan.
The stench was overwhelming and made his eyes water.

"Daddy!!!!" He has heard the sickingly sweet voice of his daughter whining.
"The toilet is all icky again!"
Girogoo grumbled. "Good morning to you too, leech princess."
"Daddy!" Luarna stomped in a way, which probably made her adorable in the eyes of others.
For me, it was like looking at an oozing leech.
"It's your toilet too daddy! You should be more responsible!" She scolded me in a way which made me miss her mom.

"Actually no." I grumbled, and turned my tail. "I" ll remind you, that you forbade me from using g the toilet, because I making it "smell of cats" whatever it means... So if you don't like it, you cab use the litter box just like I do."
Eventually I'll have to clean the hog's mess, but that a problem of the future Giorgio.

I didn't wanted to give Juan LA Cracia reasons to scold me.
He struggled with the I Paw, which have bought from E bay. He didn't questioned why some Japanese dude has decided to devolp a smartphone functional with a paw touch.
First he has texted an excuse for Juan. Than, he has texted Chad.
"Ready?"
Chad:"Dude, I am skipping today, I don't feel like it."
Girogo only managed to send a hissing emotoicon before he has heard Laurana again. "Dadddddy! I am hungry!"
He grumbled. "Then make something to eat!"
Laurana stood behind him and stomped. "I dooooont knoooow how!!!"

Giorgio looked at her. "First dress up!"
  - "But I am dressed up!"

  All what Giorgio seen on her was a big shirt of her Bradfriend. Eugh. Boybrad.
HIM. It covered slightly her hips.
"You are not." Giorgio argued trying to avoid cooking.
"Yes I am! I have shirt and pants!" Luarna insisted, lifting the shirt a bit, exposing extra mini jeans.

Giorgio defeated went to the kitchen. It had to be tasty and shut her mouth. Giorgio will make then the "secret breakfast' which Laurna loved so much, since she has turned into a neko girl- fried cat food. (He told her it's oaf  meat)
Of course as cat, it was Terrible and burned himself few times.

When he were done, he finally checked the IPaw again to see Chad's message.
" Lol, dude. I am just messing with you. I am waiting in the car outside."
Giorgio head slammed, furiouse.
He gave Laurna her food, sneaked around his Hog In Law, who has slumbered right infronf of the door.

Another terrible day at Girogio's life.

[User]
 Reina yawns and stretches as her alarm goes off in her apartment, then immediately hits the snooze button and lays down for another luxurious 15 minutes before finally getting up as her skeleton cat jumps up on her bed and starts kneading her belly.  "Yowch!"  Stumbling out into the living room, Reina sees that Todd, her best-preserved and best smelling zombie, has laid out a breakfast of granola and extra-strong coffee.  "Alright, Todd, one of these days we're going to shell out for that espresso machine, right?"  Todd issues a faint moan in reply.  She sniffs and goes to the cupboard and sprinkles some cloves and cardamom on him, then pours a shot of formaldehyde down down his throat, taking a moment to dab a bit on her wrists and neck.  A necromancer who didn't smell of  something  was no necromancer at all.

Reina reads the newspaper bleary-eyed before the dark chemical sorcery of the caffeine starts to thrum in her veins and coax her into full wakefulness.  Some things magic just couldn't do (although the Alchemy department would probably argue.  Looking over at the coffee table in front of the caffeine, she lets out a wordless moan of her own at the papers strewn about there, some unmarked and all disorganized.  Looking at the wall clock, she curses.  Guess she knows what she'll be doing on the bus ride to school.

[User]
 Xue chan pulled himself up out of the haze as system shock set in, crap to many stims! He grabbed a bottle from the nightstand knocking over a picture as muscles locked up quickly but he was able to ingest the cold spicy brew. Tasted like something his mom fed him and his father would speak ill of, silly folk alchemy. With the pain subsiding he rolled to the bedside table fixing the picture, it was of his class and the three mistakes. Three girls who consumed feline poly potions and became anime trope nekomatas. Behind them all stood the son of Walker, he has to pass or else Xues source of X would be depleted in days especially with how close he thought the stone was in his reach in a more cost effective method.

Out of bed and into the shower to wash the machine oil off and back into the lab gear. Check the mail, sort the bills, drink the brewing earl gray tea, and pull the bike from the messy garage nearly avoiding a scalding pipe coming from the boiler. He wasnt more important then the other teachers, just didn't have time for the wild crazy debauchery he was told went down. Advancement was his goal! He pushed down on the peddle kickstarting the small alchemical engine as the bike took off with a jump and a shout, " ONWARD TO DISCOVERY!"

[User]
 Gary rises with the first ring of his alarm clock, a smile on his face. The smile flickers a moment, as he runs his hands across his mouth, nose, ears, and the top of his head, but the smile returns full force at finding nothing inhuman. Courtesy of a spell he'd engineered in grad school, the good Dr. Hart had a lovely dream about how well the day was going to go and things are right on track. It puts a spring in his step as he crosses the marble tile of his expansive room to the curtains. So much so he not only opens them, but beams a grin right back at the sun. He then strolls through a nearby door onto the balcony, grabbing his phone as he goes, and proceeds to catch up on social media -- and catch social media up on his overall positivity.

Also out there, Gary refreshes himself on his schedule. Mostly by skipping past work to the date he has at the end of it, with the delightful Gloria Sato. He sighs dreamily. There had been a few schedule conflicts, but he has a good feeling about tonight. As he does with the rest of the day.

The good doctor makes for his closet to dress, primp and admire his reflection, ready his briefcase, and otherwise ready himself to face first breakfast and then the day. As he does so, readers should know that the window to place bets on how long until something goes awry is now closed.

 ----
"Morning." The prettyboy turns back to his paper, but then darts his attention back to Gary. "My, someone's in a good mood."
  "And a good morning to you, too,"   Gary greets his roommate. He starts grabbing a few things from the fridge and the pantry and then begins to prepare breakfast for himself.   "And what can I say? I have a good feeling about today."
"Mm, that makes two of us," Comus answers, donning his trademark smile.

The fae takes a sip of his mimosa and watches the mortal's ears begin to grow points. "So, how are you starting your day?"
  "Oh, just some oatmeal. Don't know why, but I had a craving when I walked in here."   Gary gets some apple slices ready to add to his bowl.   "Probably for the best, anyway: I hear it's good for concentration."
"Yes," the fey agrees, as the ears grow several inches longer and pick up a coat of gray fur. "Good to have your wits about you on the first of the semester. If you don't, you might wind up the Bottom of a joke."
  "Agreed."   The professor reaches the table as his hair begins its transition into a spiky mane and the fur begins colonizing his face.   "Though, if I may, I think the usual phrase is 'butt of a joke.'"
"Ah, thank you. There's little worse than looking like an ass."
  "I hear you."
"Yes, you certainly do."

The banter and changes continue through the rest of breakfast, with a lovely harp playing itself in the background -- even louder and clearer than Dr. Hart recalls. At last, though, the oatmeal is gone, the bowl cleaned and put away, Gary's head fully a donkey's, and his obliviousness cheerily intact. He makes sure he's grabbed his phone, keys, and briefcase and makes for the stairs.

  "Alright, gotta head out for the carpool. Have a good one!"
"Thank you! I hope you get a kick out of today, too."

In fairness to Gary, fae magic is highly adept at deceit. The spell afflicting him is probably working overtime to hide itself -- and Comus's hurricane of puns. Probably. All that misplaced euphoria might have greased the tracks.

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A short drive later, Gary pulls up to the designated spot, with Dr. Dao already waiting for him. He pops the door open for her and extends a cheery smile -- albeit one with bigger, blockier teeth than usual.   "Good morning, Melissa!"

[User] Uhm Gary? You do realize that you-   Melissa pauses not quite sure how to put this or if it's even intentional.   Did Comus try and prank you again this morning? Also can you drink from a cup like this? I mean kudos to you if this is some new teaching technique.

[User]
 Gary tilts his inhuman head at an angle, not unlike a perplexed animal might, as his eyes drift upward.   "Prank? Hmm. Not that I recall? It seemed a pretty normal morning. And drink--?"   He spies the thermos.   "Ah, thank you! Very thoughtful."   He accepts the offering and manages a... Well, a sip isn't exactly possible, but he does manage to pour some into his mouth without spilling or dribbling any. Not too surprising, since Gary apparently hadn't noticed his mouth changing while he was eating, but hadn't gotten oatmeal everywhere.   "Ahh~ You have such fine taste in tea."
  "And new technique...?"   Dr. Hart smirks as well as his new face permits.   "Well, I was thinking mostly standard first-day stuff, but I  will  be wowing the class with some illusions. Good to make a strong impression, right?"   He intends to run a hand through his hair, but winds up just sort of jostling his mane, an ear flicking away from his arm as it goes.   "Why do you ask?"


[User]
 The Troezenian Republic is a well organized, powerful city-state, and the main rival to the formidable Iron City in world dominance. Troezenian soldiers are the most well trained and disciplined in the world. Society is hierarchical, with the most privilege and responsibility going to the aristocrats. It is from these elite families where generals and senators are chosen.

Though laws are created through vigorous debate from the senators, the overall Troezenian system borders on fascism. Once a law is put in place, it is strictly upheld. The general populace is prohibited of voicing any public dissent, their social lives and behavior controlled by large military and secret police networks. Punishment is harsh and swift.

 Loyalty is first to the state, then the family. This is in contrast to the Iron City, where personal freedom and free enterprise is celebrated. Despite this, the living standards in Troezen, even among the poorest of the poor, is higher than that of the Iron City, a fact which Troezenians often cite in justifying their repressive government.

You are a member of the Bloodwelds, one of the most prominent military families among the aristocratic elites. Though you had a life of priviledge, much was expected of you, especially in the army. Having no interest in such things, you were a disappointment and embarassment since childhood. You pursued the path of the warlock in secret, for that style of magic is strictly forbidden. Not even your priviledge would save you if you were caught. Execution, or life in the dungeon with hands cut off would be the likely punishment for illegal magic.

As you became older, your experiments and spells became harder to hide. Also, you began to develop a mental illness. After several times where you almost got caught, and increasing family pressure and hostility, you decided it was time to go. However, leaving suddenly and without pretext would be seen as a sign of guilt or disrespect. Your best chance would be to study abroad. While in the process of securing acceptance at the University in the Iron City via correspondence, you must have made a mistake in hiding your evidence of magical practice. Though by this time you had your own private villa (partly to hide you to keep your mental illness from shaming the family), you often had close friends and family as visitors.

One morning, you awoke to find a Legate, three Centurions, your father Theorn Bloodweld, who is a Dux (general) of the legions, and your young cousin Syrn, a Prefect (Lieutenant) standing in your chambers, all armed and armored. Your servant, Giusan, was cowering miserably in the corner. "Haern," says Theorn, "the Legate has come to arrest you. You will cooperate and submit peacefully. I will make sure you are given a fair trial and already have the best lawyers on your case."

The Legate steps forward. "On behalf of the Republic of Troezen, I place Haern Bloodweld under arrest for suspicion of practicing and or soliciting knowledge of prohibited forms of sorcery, such as witchcraft, devilry, necromancy, or any other magic, however benign, that is practiced without license and consent of the state, pending a fair and swift trial. Centurions, seize him. Respectfully!" He adds nervously, glancing at your father the Consul for approval.

The Centurions step forward, clearly awkward at having to arrest the son of one of their greatest generals while he stands in the same room. You pull aside the sheets and sit up on the edge of the bed, nude. The centurions and Legate look away from you shyly. Taking advantage of their modesty, you devise a strategy. "At least allow me to be seen dressed properly, as suits my station." You say.

Your father nods. "You! Servant!" he says, "dress your master... Impeccably." Giusan creeps forward hesitantly and helps you dress. Your father, clearly distressed, approaches a window and stares out in the distance, with a look of total dejection and disappointment.

At this point no one is looking at you except Syrn. Your cousin never hid his distaste for you, nor you for him. He watches you with a contemptuous, self satisfied sneer. Bastard. However, you know his weaknesses: pride, and the fact that he underestimates you. They all underestimate you.

Turning this to your advantage, you look at Syrn with a cocky grin while uttering a massive lie: "Its pathetic that you've always felt so threatened by me." You say. "It belies your own insecurity over the fact that you're a mere shadow of my father and uncle the least talented of our generation. The only reason you're even Prefect is because I passed up the offer. Your rank is a scrap off my table, and you'll never be Dux or even a Legate."

Syrn tilts his head back, roaring laughter. Now is your chance! Roll sleight of hand with advantage. You can choose any  two  items from your night table next to you:

Small folding pocket knife
Metal clothes pins
Bracelet made from braided wire
Gem worth 30 gp

Whether or not your deception wqs sucessful, You're taken to prison. Your cell is on the top floor, the penthouse, 15 stories up. Due to your rank, it has nice furnishings (bed, toilet, small mirror and desk with paper and pen, flask of water and wine, bread, cheese, fruits). It has a small barred window on one side, ten feet up, so you don't know what it faces. On another side, a small balcony where you can sit outside. however, it is caged, and faces an inner courtyard and is highly visible, so anyone going out the balcony somehow will likely be spotted. The door is 6 inches thick of oak, with a small barred window on top that can open from the outside so people can.check on you.

 You know that two guards are posted at all times right outside that door (and more guards presumably along the hallways). You know that they will be searching your house for clues. The longer you wait the more likely they will discover your dark secrets. What's your plan?

[User]
 Roll: 12/10 + 4 = 16 Slight of hand.

Haern being quite satisfied by his ability to manipulate Syrn at will, quickly pick up the gem and knife.

Im assuming I cant get to my spellcomponent pouch?

In prison:
I eat much of the food and pack it in some cloth from the bed sheets. I take some of the fabric from fleece blanket on the bed.

As I eat I use my Prestidigitation cantrip to heat the inc Im assuming will be with the pen and paper. I do this to try and harvest some Gum arabic that usually is in inks and paints. (I need this material component for a spell).

[User]
 Originally Posted by Ketiara
 Roll: 12/10 + 4 = 16 Slight of hand.

Haern being quite satisfied by his ability to manipulate Syrn at will, quickly pick up the gem and knife.

Im assuming I cant get to my spellcomponent pouch?

In prison:
I eat much of the food and pack it in some cloth from the bed sheets. I take some of the fabric from fleece blanket on the bed.

As I eat I use my Prestidigitation cantrip to heat the inc Im assuming will be with the pen and paper. I do this to try and harvest some Gum arabic that usually is in inks and paints. (I need this material component for a spell).

Cool. You have gum Arabic. Your resourcefulness grants you inspiration. Now what?

[User]
 Originally Posted by Dr_Nimm
 Cool. You have gum Arabic. Your resourcefulness grants you inspiration. Now what?

"Hay guys, whats the plan? By the way Im Haern, whats your names? I must say this setup inhere is extravagant! Ive not had as good a meal for ages! Any of you guys hungrey? I have soo much food its vulgar to leave it to rot!"

haern sighs while the guards listen, "we all want to please our father dont we? I personally had a few good years doing my fathers bidding, but then I fall behind and he goes mental! All I wanted was to meet his demands! - Exhale

"Im absolutely certain you guys know what im talking about!"

So whats your names? Im Haern, of the Bloodweld line, but dont get me started about the Bloodwelds

[User]
 Originally Posted by Ketiara
 "Hay guys, whats the plan? By the way Im Haern, whats your names? I must say this setup inhere is extravagant! Ive not had as good a meal for ages! Any of you guys hungrey? I have soo much food its vulgar to leave it to rot!"

haern sighs while the guards listen, "we all want to please our father dont we? I personally had a few good years doing my fathers bidding, but then I fall behind and he goes mental! All I wanted was to meet his demands! - Exhale

"Im absolutely certain you guys know what im talking about!"

So whats your names? Im Haern, of the Bloodweld line, but dont get me started about the Bloodwelds

Guard: "Heh. I never knew my father. I was born in a brothel. Nevertheless, that seems to be the case. I'm Helmut."

Guard 2: "Shh! Were prohibited from conversing with the pri- er, guest."

Helmut: "You are excessively neurotic, Ernst. I doubt the prisoner will bewitch us through this door. Its well glyphed against sorcery."


[User]
 You approach Gatstaf, a village right on the edge of the Ulvenwald, but not quite under the dark canopies of that tenebrous place. It is the last town before you reach your destination, the village of Ivenrode, the last place that the disappearances were known to occur. Your carriage rattles and bumps along the old, uneven road, and the sun hangs in the sky about a quarter way into it's descent. The carriage rolls to a stop a few minutes later, and as you disembark, you are met by a small, balding man. He nods to you and says, "Greetings, brave Cathars. I've been expecting you. I am Johannes, the mayor of Gatstaf. I was informed you would be passing through here on the way to Ivenrode? Considering how late it is, I would suggest staying here for the night. Ivenrode is several hours past here, and I can not promise you will arive before sunset. However, it is your choice, and if time is of the essence, I'll give you any aid I can before you depart."

 What Do You Do?

[User] "I am of a mind to press onward. You are correct that time is of the essence. As for aid, has any more information come to light as we traveled?"  Mikael said, straightening his clothes as he looked around at his compatriots.  "As well, any supplies you can spare would be appreciated, though we won't push for what you don't have."

[User] Seraph, who had been bringing up the rear of their caravan with his bow in hand glances at the setting sun from beneath his cloak and turns to Mikael,  "I wish to deal with whatever is terrorizing Ivenrode as much as the next person, but we won't be able to help them if we never make it there.  I grew up in these woods, the stories you've heard don't do the nightmares justice.  There's no need to take unnecessary risks before we even get there.  Besides, we'd be better prepared if we were well rested and refreshed rather than tired and worn out from constantly looking over our shoulders in paranoia the rest of the way there."

[User] Galin nods at Seraph, before saying to Mikael,  "Time is indeed of the essence - but I feel we will make better time by resting here and setting out at daybreak, rather than setting out at night.  We save no time by being waylaid by wolves or the undying, or by being led onto a false path by geists."   Turning towards Johanes, he then asks,  "It is true, however, that we would benefit from any information you may have, or any supplies you can provide us - so long as you can afford to spare anything."

[User]
 Maral lifts his hands up, measuring the weight of the two options, armor gleaming and clinking.
 "The pro is that it would let us possibly work a night earlier, but the con is that to do so we must first arrive to work.  Foul things linger in the dark places, and it is our duty to fight them, but that said it must be measured by prudence.  To dash in tonight has too much risk for our band, and the mission overall, to be prudent, and may well be detrimental if we must treat injuries."

[User]
 Slowly, von Rothentann's charger, a finely bred white horse covered by an equally white heraldic barding emblazoned with holy symbols of Avacyn and of the Rothentann family trot towards the front of their caravan, where it came to a halt and its master dismounted. In full plate armour, but with an open visor, Burchard approached the mayor with slow, firm steps.

Removing his right gauntlet, he shook the man's hand with a firm grip.  "Well met, mayor Johannes. I am Burchard von Rothentann."  Even when on an important mission, there was no need to forego certain courtesies.  Especially  when on an important mission. For a moment, he considered introducing his companions as well, but it would only have shone unnecessary light on their choice to not introduce themselves, and well, it was their decision, after all.

He had taken note of the other's discussion, and it seemed the majority of the others were of his opinion.
 "It is, moreover, rather unlikely arriving a night earlier would be of any use to us."  he observed calmly in response to Marals words.  "By necessity, the first step in our investigation will be to speak to the residents of Ivenrode. I highly doubt they will feel very cooperative if we interrupt their slumber."

Pressing on would be a tactically unsound decision, no matter how one looked at the issue. Burchard turned back towards Johannes.
 "We appreciate your offer, mayor."

[User] The mayor nods and smiles and says, "Ah...You'll be staying here for the night, then? I thought as much. There are rooms waiting for you at the Inn. Please, do go and get comfortable. It's the second building on the road, to the left." He then sighs and rubs his forehead, asking, "Do you need anything else?"

[User]
 Burchard followed the mayor's directions with his eyes until he spotted the building Johannes had indicated, then nodded.

 "As my companions already mentioned in passing,..."  he began, slightly confused by the mayor's omission,  "... if you had the time for a word in private, we would be grateful about any information that might aid us in our investigation - especially your perspective on Ivenrode and its inhabitants."

[User] Mikael shrugged at the decision to stay the night. He certainly wasn't about to argue if everyone else was in agreement, and he certainly didn't mind the idea of getting one more night of rest.  "Are you well, sir mayor?"  He asked as the mayor sighed and rubbed his head, clear signs that the man was at the very least tired.

[User] The mayor nods and says with a resigned sigh, "I'm fine. Just...You know how it is. Every day, there's another thing that needs dealing with. Wards failing, farmers being dragged out of their beds by werewolves, people vanishing into the woods...Everyday stuff, but it piles up. And the buck stops with me, I'm afraid. So everything that needs to be dealt with, I have to deal with."

[User] "Get some rest mayor." , Seraph says to Johannes,  "We can find our way to the inn from here, if you need anything from us tonight don't hesitate to ask."


[User]
 You wake to find yourself just inside a cave, with sun shining through the entrance. The last things you remember is Golbez's force leaving you for dead and a voice that had promised you both revenge and survival.

You now have a necklace around your neck bearing this  symbol .

You feel stronger now, more magically inclined.

((The one you provided will be used later.))

[User]
 Originally Posted by RainbowLantern
 You wake to find yourself just inside a cave, with sun shining through the entrance. The last things you remember is Golbez's force leaving you for dead and a voice that had promised you both revenge and survival.

You now have a necklace around your neck bearing this  symbol .

You feel stronger now, more magically inclined.

((The one you provided will be used later.))

I wake up and try to get my bearings on where I am at the moment. I want  to walk outside of the cave and see if I can find anyone.

[User] Then when I can gather where I am, I would like to head to the nearest city, following the roads if they exist.

[User] As you leave the cave, you notice a city in the distance. Something seems familiar about it but you are still a little foggy headed. You are having trouble figuring out how long you were out. There is a forest directly between you and the city. It would take longer to go around the forest but it may be safer.

[User] I walk into the forest not using the better judgment, by feeling compelled to get there as quickly as I can. I attempt to stay alert while I run forward.

[User] Your trip through the woods goes about very uneventful. As you approach the town, you see a pair of watchmen near the road leading in. They eye you suspiciously as you approach.

[User] as I walk towards them I begin to whistle to seem less threatening. When I am close enough I nod towards them and ask "hello guards, where am I if I can ask?" And I look at them puzzled, Making it obvious that I can't remember much.

[User] They eye you suspiciously and drop no guard.  "Where do you hail from sir? That information is far more crucial to this matter."

[User] "I can't quite remember where I am from. I just woke up in that cave over there, and I was really sore. I don't think I was there when I lost consciousness." I look down for a moment then back up and ask, "is something happening inside your village? I feel like I was trying to help," raise an eyebrow, "before whatever happened to me took place. Am I able to enter? I am just looking for answers."

[User] The two watchmen look at eachother unsure for a few moments and then one decides.  "Come with us to meet Rydia. She will decide what we can tell you. Without her permission we must turn you away... or worse."

[User] "That sounds like a good idea," I say. I follow them willingly and try to study them while I can.

[User]
 The people in this place have two very different reactions to you. Many of them, especially those with children, actively steer away from you and avoid any type of acknowledgement of your presence. The rest stare at you. Is it in shock? In resentment? It may be both but it is often hard to tell.

Outside of their reactions to you, the only notable activity in the town is what appears to be work on some damaged buildings. Those that seem to be the least repair seem to imply that there was some kind of great fire in the town.

As you work your way through the town, you notice that you seem to be headed towards the center in which there is a large pond. At the pond you see a young woman with green hair on her knees, staring into the water. She holds flowers. As you approach she sets the flowers into the water and watches them drift off. The closer you get, you notice a fine set of jewelry on her. She wears a signet ring bearing  this  symbol.

She also bears a necklace with three beads on it that surround a symbol that matches that of the ring.

The men as they reach the pond, kneel and await her to recognize your presence.

[User] I cough awkwardly, "umm hello ma'mam. I believe I am supposed to talk to you. You seem to decide what I can learn about your situation and where I am. You see I woke up in this cave and I don't remember much at all, I was sore and brusied. Is there anything you can help me learn about what happened, I think it may be linked to this place."

[User] She looks at you and nods.  "My name is Rydia. This is my village. You will find out all that you want to know. But first you must prove yourself."

[User] "How must I prove myself? Is it through a test of wit? Maybe strength?" I say intrigued and confused by her condition.

[User] She shakes her head.  "You must go obtain an object. Only if you are able to accomplish this will you be proven to be the man we think you are."

[User] "What object would this be that I must obtain?" He asks, "Is it dangerous to my health? Even if it is I guess I don't really have a choice. Tell me where it is Miss, so that I can finish this task."

[User] Rydia smiles and shakes her head.  I cannot be certain what it is that you must find. And I definitely know that I do not know where to find it. All I can be certain of is that your own body will guide you. She gestures towards your dominant hand which you now realize is glowing. On the back of your hand is a glowing symbol matching that of the one on her jewelry.

[User] "Woah, that's different, did you put that there?" He asks her really startled, "do you know where I should start looking?"

[User]
 I did not put that there.  She shakes her head and turns back towards the lake as she speaks.
 But it will serve as your guide to what you need to find. This one was not yours and so I cannot begin to guess where in the worlds yours would be.

[User]
 I check my hand to see if there is anything I can gather from it by myself.
(Do I roll?) I look at her and say, "thank you for the help, I will return."

[User]
 ((Rolling will do nothing for you hear. Sorry.))

The glowing image on your hand shows nothing of use. It is just the same symbol as on her necklace and ring. Other than that you can determine nothing from it.

[User] (1d20)[ 1 ]  perception

[User] You hear a booming voice in your head.  My child. Go forth and serve Zeromus. Find me the crystals of light.

[User] I check all my sides before I shrug and walk away, and walk to the place any adventurer would start their journey... The pub.