[User]
 This game calls for a lot of dice rolls. If you are unfamiliar, you roll dice by typing [roll] X d Y  [/roll ] with no spaces. Where  X equals the number of dice and  Y  Equals the number of sides of the die.

IE [roll]1d100[ /roll] would look like  (1d100)[ 2 ]  once the post is complete.

You cannot roll dice in an edited post, you cannot preview a post in which you're rolling dice, and you cannot delete dice rolls once they're made without it flagging your post. In the event that you need to add dice, or you rolled the wrong dice, or you messed up the coding a little bit. You must create a new reply and roll the corrected dice there.

EDIT: You can however edit the text in a post as long as it doesn't interfere with the dice coding. This feature can be used to add details to your story or reaction posts based on the dice rolls. (editors note: since this game runs on the lowest rolls are the best rolls I'll probably never be able to do that^^^ when it counts...lol)

[User] [roll]1d100[/roll] so this should roll

[User]
 Charismax2
Empathy increase:  (1d3)[ 1 ]
Empathy increase:  (1d3)[ 3 ]

diplomacy(Persuade)  (1d5)[ 4 ]   (1d5)[ 2 ]
Diplomacy(barter)  (1d5)[ 1 ]   (1d5)[ 3 ]

damage threshhold  (1d3)[ 2 ]

[User]
 det motives  (1d5)[ 3 ]   (1d5)[ 5 ]
command  (1d5)[ 1 ]   (1d5)[ 4 ]

[User]
 all the diplomacies in order (again)

1  (1d5)[ 1 ]   (1d5)[ 5 ]
2  (1d5)[ 3 ]   (1d5)[ 5 ]
3  (1d5)[ 1 ]   (1d5)[ 1 ]
4  (1d5)[ 5 ]   (1d5)[ 2 ]

[User]
 Charisma(last time)

Empathy increase [roll][/roll]

Persuade  (1d5)[ 3 ]   (1d5)[ 4 ]
barter  (1d5)[ 2 ]   (1d5)[ 2 ]
det motives  (1d5)[ 5 ]   (1d5)[ 1 ]
command  (1d5)[ 5 ]   (1d5)[ 4 ]

[User] forgot the dice for empathy  (1d3)[ 3 ]

[User] Wow, that Tier 3 treated you well.

[User]
 Rolling for Thomas
DT  (1d3)[ 2 ]
Empathy  (2d3)[ 5 ]
Dip Persuade  (2d5)[ 5 ][ 5 ](10)  take lowest  (2d5)[ 4 ][ 3 ](7)  take lowest
Dip Barter   (2d5)[ 2 ][ 2 ](4)  take lowest   (2d5)[ 3 ][ 3 ](6)  take lowest
Dip Command   (2d5)[ 4 ][ 2 ](6)  take lowest   (2d5)[ 1 ][ 1 ](2)  take lowest
Dip Det. Motive  (2d5)[ 1 ][ 5 ](6)  take lowest  (2d5)[ 3 ][ 2 ](5)  take lowest

[User]
 Annnd T3

 Empathy  (1d3)[ 3 ]
 Persuade  (2d5)[ 5 ][ 4 ](9)  take lowest
 Barter  (2d5)[ 4 ][ 4 ](8)  take lowest
 Command  (2d5)[ 3 ][ 4 ](7)  take lowest
 DM  (2d5)[ 5 ][ 5 ](10)  take lowest

[User] (1d12)[ 3 ]  calendar of chaos

[User]
 Engineering  (1d100)[ 33 ]  current percent 5% (lol) (\ .,. /)

Made to gauge stuckness

[User]
 (1D100)[ 8 ]  vs 31 *using flashlight  Spot/listen
 (1D100)[ 34 ]  vs 31 *using flashlight  Search

Bid +1 cold defense (Rain jacket)

[User] Search roll  (1d100)[ 12 ]  target 23

[User]
 Searching the truck
 (1d100)[ 2 ]  DC 27

[User]
 Spot/listen:  (1d100)[ 96 ] + (2d5)[ 6 ]  vs 33
Survival: (1d100)[ 90 ] vs 34

[User] (13d5)[ 44 ]  spooks and *****

[User] (1d100)[ 73 ]  vs 34 survival

[User]
 (1d100)[ 20 ]  vs 25%
Searchin a taurus.

[User]
 Survival: [roll0]
Spot Listen: [roll1] 34

[User]
 survival:  (1d100)[ 26 ]
Spot/listen  (1d100)[ 23 ]  34

[User]
 (1d100)[ 31 ]  Grapple VS Lee (34 if unopposed)
 (1d100)[ 55 ]  Strength check to close the door quickly. (37)

[User]
 (1d100)[ 39 ]  (34)

 (1d100)[ 19 ]  (40)

[User]
 (1d5)[ 2 ]
 (1d5)[ 4 ]

here we go

[User] (1d3)[ 1 ]  Tom's steroid use *achem* I mean Gestalt strength boost.

[User]
 (1d100)[ 32 ]  composure of 34

 (1d100)[ 1 ]  +  (2d5)[ 5 ]  bow of 22

[User]
 (3d5)[ 9 ]  Damage die Headshot!

 (3d5)[ 12 ]  Speed die

[User] (1d100)[ 30 ] + (1d5)[ 2 ]  vs 34

[User]
 Search DC 27
 (1d100)[ 15 ]

[User]
 (2d5)[ 8 ]  hitting number 3

speed  (4d5)[ 10 ]

[User] (2d5)[ 5 ]   speed for grappler

[User]
 Rolling for some speed

 (3d5)[ 11 ]

[User]
 (1d100)[ 30 ] {Cmps%} vs 37 - 1 DoS
 (1d100)[ 11 ] {MA-SL%} vs 53 5 DoS
  (2d5)[ 10 ]
  (1d5)[ 4 ]

[User] (2d5)[ 8 ]  speed for Dave.

[User]
 (1d100)[ 32 ]  vs 31
 (1d100)[ 99 ]  vs 34
If both rolls are successful  (2d5)[ 7 ]  SL dmg
 (2d5)[ 6 ] speed

 (1d100)[ 64 ]  vs 40 if needed.

[User]
 [roll]1d100[/roll] V31
 [roll]2D5[/roll]   speed

[User]
 GAH, I'll figure this out some day

 (1D100)[ 88 ]  V31
 [roll] 2D5[/roll]  speed

[User] (2d5)[ 4 ]  for speed

[User]
 Shooting the thing in the car

 (1d100)[ 84 ]
 (1d100)[ 18 ]  +  (2d5)[ 5 ]

speed
 (3d5)[ 8 ]

[User]
 Birds:
1)  (1d5)[ 4 ]  Speed  (1d100)[ 96 ]  {Brawl%} vs 10  (1d5)[ 3 ]  SL dmg
2)  (1d5)[ 5 ]  Speed  (1d100)[ 51 ]  {Brawl%} vs 10  (1d5)[ 2 ]  SL dmg
4)  (1d5)[ 3 ]  Speed  (1d100)[ 100 ]  {Brawl%} vs 10  (1d5)[ 2 ]  SL dmg
5)  (1d5)[ 5 ]  Speed  (1d100)[ 47 ]  {Brawl%} vs 10  (1d5)[ 1 ]  SL dmg
6)  (1d5)[ 3 ]  Speed  (1d100)[ 15 ]  {Brawl%} vs 10  (1d5)[ 4 ]  SL dmg

?)  (3d5)[ 7 ]  Speed  (1d100)[ 38 ]  {Brawl%} vs 40  (1d5)[ 1 ]  BL dmg

Drew  (1d100)[ 7 ]  {L/P%} vs 40

Brandon  (7d5)[ 22 ]  Speed  (1d100)[ 59 ]  {Cmps%} vs 37  (1d100)[ 67 ] + (2d5)[ 3 ]  {Bow%} vs 24  (1d5)[ 4 ]  SL dmg

Amy  (3d5)[ 6 ]  speed

Tom  (4d5)[ 12 ]  Speed

[User]
 Attack the crows!

 (1d100)[ 21 ]
 (1d100)[ 56 ]
 (1d100)[ 72 ]

[User] (1d100)[ 87 ]  vs crow

[User]
 (1d100)[ 73 ]  vs 33
 (4d5)[ 12 ]  speed

[User]
 [roll] 1D100 [/roll[ vs. 31 spot/listen

@^#^!&*(&^  I think I need make a roll 100 macro button or something.  I always screw up the syntax

[User] [roll[1d100[/roll] vs. 31 for spot/listen

[User] (1d100)[ 79 ]  vs. 31 spot/listen.

[User]
 (1d100)[ 14 ]  calm other to beat 39

 (2d5)[ 8 ]  speed roll

[User]
 Attacking two crows with bokken

Bash on Crow 1 (DC 37)
 (1d100)[ 67 ]
Bludgeon Damage
 (1d5)[ 1 ]
Speed
 (2d5)[ 4 ]

Bash on Crow 2 (DC 37)
 (1d100)[ 67 ]  +  (1d5)[ 5 ]  Difficulty
Bludgeon Damage
 (1d5)[ 5 ]
Speed
 (2d5)[ 10 ]

[User]
 Amy   (1d5)[ 1 ]  speed

Drew   (4d5)[ 10 ]  speed

birds

3  (1d100)[ 100 ]  vs 10   (1d5)[ 3 ]     (1d5)[ 1 ]

5  (1d100)[ 11 ]  vs 10   (1d5)[ 1 ]     (1d5)[ 5 ]

6   (1d5)[ 4 ]    (1d5)[ 4 ]  risk

?2  (1d100)[ 58 ]  vs 40

[User]
 Attacking crows again

Bash Crow (DC 37)
 (1d100)[ 35 ]
Bludgeon Damage
 (1d5)[ 5 ]
Speed
 (2d5)[ 2 ]

Bash Crow (DC 37)
 (1d100)[ 16 ]  +  (1d5)[ 1 ]  Difficulty
Bludgeon Damage
 (1d5)[ 4 ]
Speed
 (2d5)[ 4 ]

[User]
 (1d100)[ 96 ]  vs 34 (Search for Tom)   (1d5)[ 2 ]
 (1d100)[ 73 ]  vs 24 (Bow for Brandon)   (4d5)[ 16 ]
 (1d100)[ 15 ]  vs 53 (MA-SL for Lee)   (2d5)[ 8 ]
 (1d100)[ 15 ]  vs 31 (Hold for Alex)   (2d5)[ 3 ]
  (4d5)[ 10 ]   (Run for Amy)

 (1d100)[ 59 ]  vs 40 (Brawl for infected)   (2d5)[ 9 ]
 (1d5)[ 1 ]  Risk Crow 6

[User] (4d5)[ 4 ][ 3 ][ 5 ][ 4 ](16)   possible dmg for Lee

[User]
 (1d100)[ 49 ]  vs 23 Brandon

 (1d100)[ 44 ]  vs 27 Amy

 (1d100)[ 51 ]  vs 31 Lee

[User] (1d100)[ 38 ]  spot listen to beat 23

[User]
 (1d100)[ 83 ]  vs 31 for spot/listen
 (1d100)[ 63 ]  vs 31 for search

[User]
 (4d5)[ 10 ]  for Lee
 (2d5)[ 9 ]  for Brandon
 (4d5)[ 12 ]  for Amy
 (4d5)[ 13 ]  for Dave
 (2d5)[ 9 ]   (1d100)[ 68 ]  vs 26 for Alex

 (2d5)[ 8 ]
 (2d5)[ 6 ]
 (1d100)[ 81 ]  vs 23 Brandon
 (1d100)[ 36 ]  vs 27 Amy
 (1d100)[ 83 ]  vs 31 Lee

[User]
 Crow 6  (1d5)[ 1 ]  Risk

 (1d5)[ 1 ]
 (1d5)[ 4 ]

Brandon  (4d5)[ 10 ]  Speed

Tom  (1d5)[ 1 ]  Speed

Dave  (4d5)[ 16 ]

Lee Abstains from action.

Amy and Alex time out and forfeit their turns.

 (1d100)[ 35 ]  31 Lee
 (1d100)[ 71 ]  27 Amy
 (1d100)[ 31 ]  33 Tom

[User]
 Crow 6  (1d5)[ 3 ]  ,Risk
  (2d5)[ 8 ]
 (2d5)[ 4 ]

Amy  (2d5)[ 7 ]  speed  (1d100)[ 46 ]  {Frm-P%}  (1d5)[ 1 ]  depletion take 1 depletion point.
Alex  (4d5)[ 12 ]  take 1 depletion point
Brandon  (4d5)[ 16 ]
Lee  (1d5)[ 5 ]
Tom  (5d5)[ 15 ]

Dave times out.

[User]
 ?2 vs Amy  (1d100)[ 96 ]  vs 40

?1 vs Lee  (1d100)[ 38 ]  vs 40

Tom vs ?2  (1d100)[ 78 ]  vs 44

[User]
 Crow 6  (1d5)[ 2 ]  risk

?1   (2d5)[ 5 ]    (1d100)[ 55 ]  vs 40
?2   (2d5)[ 6 ]    (1d100)[ 86 ]  vs 40

Dave   (4d5)[ 14 ]

Amy   (2d5)[ 7 ]    (1d100)[ 31 ]  vs 27  (2d5)[ 7 ]  depletion

Tom   (4d5)[ 15 ]

Brandon   (1d5)[ 2 ] ,  (2d5)[ 5 ]    (1d100)[ 36 ]  vs 23

Lee   (2d5)[ 5 ]    (1d100)[ 56 ]  vs 53,   (2d5)[ 8 ]    (1d100)[ 10 ]  vs 38 climb (3 DoS, you only need 1 so I'll divert 2 into the attack.)

Alex   (4d5)[ 14 ]

[User]
 supported trained skill check  (1d5+4)[ 6 ]
supported trained skill check  (1d5+4)[ 7 ]
supported trained skill check  (1d5+4)[ 7 ]
supported trained skill check  (1d5+4)[ 9 ]
supported trained skill check  (1d5+4)[ 8 ]
supported trained skill check  (1d5+4)[ 6 ]

and drop that base! lol

just in case they change when i edit this
supported trained skill check (1d5+4)[6]
supported trained skill check (1d5+4)[7]
supported trained skill check (1d5+4)[7]
supported trained skill check (1d5+4)[9]
supported trained skill check (1d5+4)[8]
supported trained skill check (1d5+4)[6]

so supported trained skill check(forgot to add archery) is 43 added to my 25 is 68!

[User]
 (7d5)[ 24 ]  speed roll
 (1d100)[ 37 ]  bow to beat 68

[User]
 (1d100)[ 43 ]  vs 44
 (4d5)[ 13 ]  speed

[User] (3d5)[ 9 ]  SL dmg for Brandon

[User]
 Lee  (1d5)[ 2 ]  speed  (1d100)[ 7 ]  SP/Li

Amy  (2d5)[ 6 ]  speed  (1d100)[ 35 ]  Frm-P  (3d5)[ 8 ]  depletion

Dave  (4d5)[ 10 ]  speed  (1d100)[ 1 ]  Srch

[User] Ah, was JUST getting ready to roll.  I'll take the ones you rolled though

[User] (5d5+25)[ 42 ]  Learning how to shoot like a boss!

[User] (5d5)[ 1 ][ 2 ][ 5 ][ 1 ][ 1 ](10)  5 shots...

[User]
 Spot/Listen 27%
 (1d100)[ 80 ]

[User]
 To hit vs 22%
 (3d5)[ 9 ]
 (1d100)[ 35 ]

damage if hit
 (2d5)[ 8 ]

[User] (5d3)[ 1 ][ 3 ][ 1 ][ 1 ][ 1 ](7)  trying some things

[User] (3d3)[ 2 ][ 1 ][ 2 ](5)  yikes....

[User]
 Gestalt rolls
 (1d3)[ 1 ]
 (1d3)[ 3 ]
 (1d3)[ 2 ]
 (1d3)[ 1 ]
 (1d3)[ 3 ]

[User]
 Engineering Machines 5%
 (1d100)[ 71 ]

[User]
 (2d5)[ 9 ]   (1d100)[ 38 ]  vs 40
 (1d5)[ 2 ]  Brandon
 (4d5)[ 11 ]  Tom. (1d100)[ 68 ]  vs 72
 (1d5)[ 1 ]  Amy
 (2d5)[ 4 ]  Alex.  (2d5)[ 6 ]  SL dmg
 (2d5)[ 9 ]  Dave

[User]
 (1d5)[ 1 ]  Bl dmg Z
 (2d5)[ 5 ]  SL dmg Tom

[User] (1d100)[ 38 ]  det motives to beat 45

[User] Guy near the prius  (1d100)[ 46 ]  vs 33

[User]
 D: (1d100)[ 59 ]
B: (1d100)[ 20 ]
A: (1d100)[ 68 ]

VS 33

[User] (1d5)[ 4 ]  search labor for tom

[User] [roll]1d100[\roll] +23

[User]
 It's a forward slash not a backslash ;-)

Rerolling the above.  (1d100)[ 43 ]  vs 23

[User]
 33vs
 (1d100)[ 54 ]
 (1d100)[ 38 ]

[User]
 (11d8)[ 8 ][ 2 ][ 8 ][ 4 ][ 2 ][ 3 ][ 2 ][ 5 ][ 8 ][ 3 ][ 1 ](46)
 (11d8)[ 2 ][ 3 ][ 6 ][ 4 ][ 7 ][ 1 ][ 1 ][ 5 ][ 4 ][ 1 ][ 8 ](42)
unrelated content

[User] (1d100)[ 81 ]  carry on carry on

[User] (1d100)[ 7 ]  trying to beat a search of 26 1/4 chance here i come!

[User] (2d5)[ 7 ]  labor roll for lockpick

[User] (1d100)[ 74 ]  spot listen to beat a 23!!!!

[User] [roll0] + 23

[User] (1d100)[ 35 ]  vs 23

[User] (1d100)[ 38 ]  vs 34

[User] (1d100)[ 17 ]  to beat a 23 spot listen

[User]
 [roll]XdY[/roll] vs 23
search on one of the unsearched cars.

[User]
 [roll]XdY[\roll] vs. 23
 One day I'll actually get this code right...

[User] (1D100)[ 40 ]  vs 23. Third times the freaking charm!

[User] (1d100)[ 88 ]  vs navigation to beat 23!

[User]
 Roll to beat 44 diplomacy (persuade)

 (1d100)[ 96 ]

[User] (1d100)[ 94 ]  vs 58

[User]
 (4d6)[ 1 ][ 1 ][ 6 ][ 5 ](13)
 (4d6)[ 5 ][ 6 ][ 5 ][ 5 ](21)
 (4d6)[ 3 ][ 3 ][ 6 ][ 1 ](13)
 (4d6)[ 1 ][ 3 ][ 6 ][ 2 ](12)
 (4d6)[ 4 ][ 6 ][ 1 ][ 5 ](16)
 (4d6)[ 3 ][ 2 ][ 5 ][ 1 ](11)
 (6d6)[ 1 ][ 1 ][ 1 ][ 5 ][ 2 ][ 4 ](14)  in case of 1s

 (1d10)[ 4 ]

[User] (6d6)[ 2 ][ 5 ][ 5 ][ 6 ][ 4 ][ 5 ](27)  more 1s


[User]
 As the sun rises on march 13th the army of Grey hawk stands of the blacked hills that surround Abaddon's fortress, the army spans  5 miles from end to end. The general in gleaming full plate armor mounted on his massive war horse looks upon his army confident that this will finally crush the lich that has been the plague of the land for generation. He calls  out to the army "stand at attention"  he takes a long breath , "We stand here to day shoulder to should, brother to brother with on case to kill this monster Abaddon.  Raise your weapon Raise your courage, he finally has to face us, we will prevail we will end is Tierney. NOW CHARGE!!!!!! "  The army charges down the hill ready for death to save their county. As they reach the the outer wall it vanishes.

(Inside the fortress)
with a orb of scrying Abaddon look over this impressive army deciding that this fight will be a long and a possible loss he summons an brilliant yellow gen from thin air. He shattering the gem with one hand, the air begin to shimmer the glimmer spreads rapidly, as suddenly as it had begun it stops.  They have been transported to a different realm .


[User] To be filled dont post here yet.


[User]
 Turn 1

There is no day in the labyrinth. There is no sky for the sun to shine or the stars to decorate. There is only the stone ceiling of the labyrinth. In some places it expands into great caverns that could almost be a sky, but even so it is still the labyrinth, and no light shines down from a helpful sun to illuminate the doings of its inhabitants. So instead what there is of the civilizations make do. Some live in near constant darkness and have adapted to the gloom. Other enchant massive rune lights to shine down on their homes. The most unfortunate souls are illuminated by the chaotic magic of wild traps shining with sinister lights.

But for all of them there is little in the way of any sort of regular cycle. Whether it is always light or eternally dark the labyrinth is ever moving and its residents are always on watch. From the depths of the dungeons where scouts continuously seek out safe paths and relatively monster free environs to the bustling cities where craftsmen ply their trades in what passes for safety.

There is however longer pattern to the labyrinth than that of day and night. It's magic ebbs and flows creating periods of immense chaos where traps constantly appear and monstrous beings roam freely. To eras of calm and peace where those who have survived the terrors can venture forth in relative safety to meet each other in war or peace. These are the times when empires are forged just as the chaotic flows are when they fall.

One such lull in the labyrinth is just beginning. The scouts report fewer monsters. The mages say that the magic is more restrained. And the priests who dare listen to the gods in this forsaken place say that they have retreated into deeper sleeps. Now is the time for ambitious nations to carve out their places in the labyrinth. For adventurers to seek lost artifacts. Or possibly even find a way to escape the hellish maze.

[User]
 Haven Hope

 Bwahahahah

The silence after the sound was so much worse than any humiliation at the laughter. The door remained inert and unmoved during the sound. But it was surely the door. A small crowd had gathered to watch the newcomer approach, there was a noticeable slumping of shoulders and heaving of sighs. They were not surprised, but they were disappointed. Still, there were customs to maintain. A few mugs were passed around, containing watered alcohol to keep supply high. To pilgrim went a full pint of unwatered dark beer, invitation to Haven heavily implied.

To the Kingdom of the Keys

 Spoiler
Greetings, I am Anne De Stelly of Haven. I feel we are working towards a mutual goal to keep the region safe. I think given our southern neighbor a unified front could deter unnecessary combat. I think both of our positions would be thoroughly weakened if the Sorcerer were to come seeking our lands.

To the Nightlords

 Spoiler
We are looking to go on an expedition into the inner labyrinth this turn. Are you interested in going on a joint venture, certainly there would be safety in numbers.

To the Stone Rangers

 Spoiler
Our Key Seekers are going into the labyrinth to seek its treasures this turn, would your brave souls have interest in delving the corridors with us to seek treasure and glory?

To Solarious

 Spoiler
A ragged messenger arrives soaked with the grim and despair of the labyrinth
"The distance between our Territories are great, but our goals lie similar, would your people be interested in alliance?"

To The Brotherhood of Dust

 Spoiler
I am Anne De Stelly, would the Brotherhood have interest in trade relations? We can front many of the costs in roads.

[User]
 Shades

The ending of a chaos period disrupted the shades in its common manner.  They began to venture further and became more agressive.  Close observers would feel  their characteristic silence take on a restless edge.

 Spoiler: to the fell ones
We wish to destroy the shadow hunt.  If you send over your forces we will attack together and share the spoils.

[User]
 The Solarius
 Haven Hope [5]

 Spoiler

I have heard the whispers about you. You seek the exit as we do, but you also plant roots in the accused soil of this place to draw strength from it. I shall accept your offer. But be careful, lest your roots grow too deep for you to move, for we shall burn all, that will stand in our path to freedom.

 The Delvers [5]

 Spoiler

You have spread across the Labyrinth and surely know much of it's dark secrets. If you would seek favor with the Solarius, we shall accept knowledge of this place. You may find our good will valuable in the coming days.

[User]
 The Kingdom of the Keys to Haven Hope [5]

 Spoiler
An alliance would certainly seem to in our best interests. We wouldn't want the sorcerous legions to overrun our kingdom. What exactly do you propose.

 The Stone Rangers to Haven Hope [8]

 Spoiler
We are always willing to explore the labyrinth. But the distances seem too great for any sort of cooperation this season.

 The Brotherhood of Dust to Haven Hope [8]

 Spoiler
We would all benefit from a trade route, but our merchants would have to go through through the Kingdom of Keys. Have you secured their permission?

 To Mabn

 Spoiler
I actually removed the Shadow Hunt faction in order to make room for Nemesis's faction.

 The Delvers to Solarius [7]

 Spoiler
Your good will has not been proven and until it is your words are only dust in the wind. We may work with you, but you will have to offer us something more valuable than your unsupported favor.

[User]
 Haven Hope

Fires burned throughout the tent city. People huddled around less for warmth and more for company. Here and there permanent structures are rising under efficient direction.

To The Kingdom of Keys

 Spoiler
I hope an alliance and perhaps a trade route will be enough to present a united enough front that the Sorcerer will turn elsewhere. Eventually Permanent action should be taken, but for now my goal is to start a robust economy and keep my people safe. On the topic of economy I have secured a trade route offer from the brotherhood of dust, but the route would have to pass through your territory. Would you be willing to give the route safe passage through your kingdom?

To the Stone Rangers

 Spoiler
Understandable, safe hunting out there.

Solarius

 Spoiler
Grim, but I'll take it. Good luck out there.

[User]
 The Architects

The Architects land was a sea of makeshift tents, lab equipment, and tomes.  Grish knew they would soon need to expand to gather more artifacts to unlock the secrets of the labyrinth, but doing so along would be near impossible with all the bandits and creatures around.

To the Legion

 Spoiler

We are going to be working on expanding our infrastructure for the next few months, would you like this to include a trade route between our people?  If you would be willing to help build a road connecting us, then help with some set up I'm sure it will be profitable.

OOC:

 Spoiler

On Trade Routes, you say they take 4 economy to set up.  I assume you mean TP?

[User]
 The Kingdom of Keys to Haven Hope

 Spoiler
We can agree to a trade relation with your own settlements. But if you wish to keep your people safe, then we advise against establishing relations with those necromancers. They seek only their own profit, and if that be at your expense then so be it. Still they aren't the worst in this hellish place. We will let your merchants and theirs pass through for a fee of one out of every five artifacts. Or one out of ten and the right to purchase any artifacts you find that might be of interest to us.

 The Legion to the Architects

 Spoiler
As it happens our legionnaires are already clearing a path in hopes for just such an agreement. We can always use allies against the nightmares that assault us all.

 To HerbiRAI (OOC)

 Spoiler
No it's 4 econ per trade route. It's deliberately a bit expensive to set up. But it can also be split between the two parties.

[User]
 The Architects

To the Legion

 Spoiler

That's great to hear, we'll begin building the road.

[User]
 Turn 2
 Quiet Contemplation
As the labyrinth calms the various denizens move to establish themselves in the newly available regions. Soldiers, scouts, and workers carve out new paths through the hostile corridors and soon routes are established between every major area. Even the historically hostile groups work to chart the regions surrounding them. After all they can't loot anyone if they can't get there in the first place.

Underneath the surface however another more hostile struggle is occurring. In current times many of the more hazardous elements of the Labyrinth have become quiescent. Such as the dreaded beast of Mulaz, which has been spotted slumbering in a secluded cavern rather than terrorizing the Middle Halls. With such fearsome obstacles out of the way the remaining minor elements, such as the ever present wight infestations, are easily bypassed by the more stealthy agents in the dungeon. And now a quiet shadow war is occurring as various powers move to establish information networks in the shadows.

 The Beasts of Balnaz
In a somewhat odd turns of events a quartet of fearsome monsters have appeared in the labyrinth. A giant goat headed lizard in the north. A fearsome flying tiger in the south. A fire breathing spider in the east. And a scaled ape in the west. Such monsters are not an unusual sight, but their behavior is as they have been smashing through traps and other monsters rather than going after the more civilized settlements. Most believe them to be the work of some powerful sorcerer trying to cleanse the labyrinth, but no one has claimed responsibility or credit for their actions.

[User]
 Shades

 Spoiler: Fell Ones

Are the dominated beasts any of your number?  Is this a threat for which we should mobilize?

[User]
 The Fell Ones to the Shades

 Spoiler
We are not aware of the origin of the Beasts. And while normally we would hunt such unthinking creatures currently they seem to be of more use alive and fighting the labyrinth than dead.

[User]
 Spoiler: Shades to Fell Ones

Then we can be proactive.  We would be stronger defensively and offensively if our territories were connected.  We should establish a corridor between us in the coming days.

[User]
 The Archtects

To the Legion (DESP 3)

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Do you know anything about the beasts that have shown up?  I'd like to let them continue their current attack against the labyrinth itself, at least then it is weakening itself and our enemies.  Would you be willing to join in a campaign against the Nine Eyes, it would still be a few turns in the making, but if you are willing to aid we could research the next tier of military troops.

OOC:  What level is the trade route right now?  I'm planning out my next turns actions.

[User]
 The Fell Ones to the Shades

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We have already established a series of outposts and protected pathways to you in anticipation of just such a request.

The Legion to the Architects

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We know nothing of their origin. We agree that we should not hunt them yet, but we should not grow complacent either. We will be preparing our soldiers for an expedition in case the beasts decide to hunt us as well as the other monsters of the labyrinth.

OOC: It is level 4.

[User]
 Spoiler: Shades to the Fell Ones(PM)

Then should our first target be the Gaunt?  We can lend [10 levels of VIPs] to act as soldiers or spies depending on whether you can marshal enough forces for us to wipe out another faction in one turn or we will need to work for a turn to weaken them in secret first.

[User]
 Fell Ones to the Shades

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We should never assume swift victory. It would be preferable of course, but we do not know what they might have in store. Better to scout them out first and prepare our strategies accordingly.

[User]
 Spoiler: Shades to the Fell Ones (PM)
then [next turn] we will use [10 levels of VIPs] to conceal your attacking the Gaunt with [10 levels of mil]

[User]
 Spoiler: The Fell Ones to the Shades
We still need to investigate what they have to oppose us with first. We suggest that both of our spies and scouts venture to their territory now and gather information.

[User]
 Spoiler: Shades to Fell Ones
very well.


[User]
 Rain gently pattered against the kitchen window. Rose watched the droplets strike the glass and ooze down to the sill. The view beyond the glass of her sixth floor apartment was darkness speckled with the tiny lights of other apartment windows and the street below by the alleyway. She turned and levitated a wooden spoon with her ponykinesis. Rose maneuvered the spoon into a metal pot and stirred the simmering water. Noodles swirled within, their aroma faint and salty. She levitated a small packet of seasoning and sprinkled it into the pot, then she stirred it again.

A lightning bolt flashed through the sky upon a thunderous clap. The building shook. The lights  died .

"  Damn it,  " Rose cursed. With the power out, she physically fumbled for the flashlight she kept in the junk drawer. She found it and turned it on. Brief flashes of lightning arced outside in the clouds. "  Guess I'll be dining by candlelight tonight.  "

She levitated the pot of ramen noodles to the sink and strained out the water with a lid. She then dropped the noodles into a bowl and floated a fork over. Rose levitated her simple dinner over to the little table nearby. She pulled out a candle and matches from the junk drawer and brought them with her. She sat down and lit the candle. The steam from the hot noodles slowly wafted up beside the candle flame. Rose watched the tiny fire dance on its wick as she absentmindedly blew several times over the hot noodles.

Something in her bedroom fell to the floor with a heavy  thud .

Rose froze in place. Thunder softly rolled in the distance. A flash of lightning made jagged shadows in the kitchen. She got up and took the flashlight with her to the bedroom. Rose levitated the flashlight inside the room first and swept the area with the beam of yellow-white light. There was no movement. She walked in and approached her dresser. On the carpeted floor was her smart phone.

She reached down and picked up the device. A  reflection  flashed across the glossy black screen.

She startled and dropped the phone again. Her flashlight wobbled and dipped. She grabbed the flashlight and steadied herself. Rose took a deep breath and illuminated the phone. Nothing.

She touched her face. It felt like the face she's had for thirty years. ' It's okay, Rose. Was just some stupid trick of the light. You shouldn't have binged  The Trotting Dead  tonight. ' She picked up the phone and placed it back on the dresser.

The bathroom faucet turned on.

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 Rose had a fork of noodles halfway to her mouth when the faucet turned on. " What the heck? "

She stood up from the table and levitated the flashlight toward herself. The sink's faucet was definitely on. Rose crept over to the bathroom, flashlight level with her nose. She shoved the door open and took a defensive posture. " Ha! "

There was no one there.

Rose walked in and turned off the faucet. She looked around, but found nothing out of place. Her loofah was still on the hook, the towel still skewed on the towel bar. She needed to buy more toilet paper though, but she knew that. She shrugged and turned to leave. The flashlight passed over a roach.

Rose jumped in place and kicked out.  Splat!  She nailed the insect dead on, but lost her balance. Rose flailed her forelegs to find purchase but her hooves missed the towel bar. Twice. She fell backwards into the shower curtain. It snagged on her and her weight yanked the whole thing, curtain and shower rod, down on top of her.

[User]
 Rose peaked out of the bedroom and listened to the adjacent bathroom door. The water faucet stopped. She wasn't sure what to make of that. Was someone in there? Rose steadied herself, and held the flashlight close.

She touched the door knob with a hoof, but then there was a loud bang and clatter. Rose backed away. She stood there in the silence. She listened, but here was nothing. Flashes of lighting lit through the small bedroom window nearby. Rose stepped forward again. She took a deep breath and opened the door.

The shower rod had fallen.

"  Okay, well that... doesn't explain the faucet.  " She stepped in and looked around. Nothing else seemed out of place. Well, there was a dead roach on the floor by the toilet. It wasn't of consequence, so she ignored it. Rose walked to the tub and lifted the rod up. She installed it up where it was over the side of the tub again. She tugged at it. It was in place again. However, she noticed a few of the ring holes were stretched or broken. Odd.

Rose turned to leave the bathroom. There was a groan.

She looked around, but didn't see anything. Rose peeked out of the bathroom. "  Alright, whoever you are, show yourself or I will pound you!  "

[User]
 Rose slowly gets up out of the tub. She nurses the bruise on her shoulder. " Uhhh... stupid roach. "

She levitates the flashlight and looks in the mirror to check herself for injuries. What she sees is not her reflection, but her  reflection . Perhaps she hit her head against the tub tiling.

" Okay... and you are? "

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 "  What do you mean who I am?  " Rose questions. Okay, she was definitely talking to someone. Rose turned around and points the flashlight at the bathroom mirror. The reflection dazzles her eyes a moment, but she is able to recover her sight quickly by adjusting the glare compensation in her her cybernetic eyes. She looks at her reflection again... but it didn't look like her. It does, but, not quite. As if looking through a warped funhouse mirror. Or maybe a caricature?

"  I'm Rose Croix. And to whom am I speaking to? You at least have taste in your looks.  "

[User]
 Originally Posted by DigoDragon
 "  I'm Rose Croix. And to whom am I speaking to? You at least have taste in your looks.  "

" You're going to taste the business end of my hoof, " Rose threatens the pony reflection. "  I'm  Rose Croix! I don't know who you're trying to fool, but it's not going to work. My friends know the real Rose. "

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 Rose scoffs at her reflection. "  Oh please. I was never me after I took a mile-high nose dive into the ground. I lost 83 bones, my ovaries, part of my liver, and my self-confidence. My friends know what they've seen--a broken bird that couldn't even look herself in the mirror. It's taken me years to build back what I lost. Not just in surgeries to rivet dozens of wires and cybernetic parts, but to learn to love myself again.
 As if friends would frown upon  that !  "

[User]
 Rose banged at the mirror. " That's  not  what I'm talking about, you tramp! I'm talking about the lie you remade yourself from. The confidence? The allure? The way you move your shoulders, the turn of your glance, the sway of your hips! That's not confidence you 'found'. "

She peered closer at the mirror. " You're just a vampire, spawned from the queen herself. "

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 "  Okay, no.  NO . I know what you're trying to play at,  " Rose says. She backs away from the bathroom, shaking a hoof disapprovingly at the mirror. " I 've been getting familiar with Chrysalis and so you're trying to tell me that she's got some kind of... control over me. No, it doesn't work that way. I've got antivenom shots for her bites and I still see a psychiatrist. I'm clean, okay?  "

She turns and leaves the bathroom, closing the door. Flashlight in front of her, Rose heads back to the living room. Her ramen dinner is where she left it, getting cold.

[User]
 Rose darted forward and threw the bathroom door open. She charged into the living room. With the power still out, the only light sources were her flashlight and the occasional bolt of lighting outside. Rose searched around the living room, behind the couch...

" Where are you? " she speaks at an even tone. " I know you entertained the idea of breaking Chrysalis out. You're going to help her break free aren't you? Maybe convince Celestia to release her in your custody? You think you're so clever, but I'm not going to let you get away with it! I will break you if I have to! " She saw movement reflecting from a mirror near the front door. Rose dashed in the direction to block the way out.

[User]
 Rose trots to the front door. She's thinking maybe she could see a neighbor for safety rather than be alone. She reaches the door and puts her hoof to the knob. However safety was not here. A shadow lunges at her from the side.

"  Get away!  " She jumps back, tripping over her legs and tumbling into the living room. The flashlight hit the floor and rolled around in a circle. "  Okay, fine! I'm... I have feelings for her! I like her a lot! How can I not? she's tall and beautiful. But she's taught me so much about myself! I can believe it when I see myself as beautiful! So, I'll just back away from her advances then, okay? I got feelings for Sniper too. I can just spend... more time with him  ." Rose crawls to the flashlight and levitates it again. she searches around the front door with it to find her attacker.

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 " Ha! Yeah, like you'd settle for a simple soyburger after tasting a succulent filet minon, " Rose taunts. She steps out of the shadows and circles around her, horn drawn low as if poised to lunge. Her military training was sharp and she could strike this mare down easily if she wanted to.

" Yeah, the idea has crossed your mind, hasn't it? No, ponies can't eat meat. Not naturally, anyway, but there's cybernetics you could obtain to adjust your digestive tract. And why not? You seem to have already adjusted the kind of prey you prefer. Sniper is a kind, observant stallion, but he doesn't satisfy that hunger growing inside you. You crave something fresh. Something wild. You're an insatiable monster. Luckily for you, the EDF is trained on dealing with monsters like you. "

[User]
 Rose stepped back, taking a defensive stance. This mare meant business ad looked like she could kick the snot out of her in a fight. Still, Rose at least had her wits and a little magic to defend herself.

"  What, you think I'm a changeling or something? Okay, fine, I'll go seek some help, okay?! Just... just leave me alone! I wanted to help Chrysalis reform! She deserves another chance. You seem to prefer she just rots in prison for eternity.  " Rose continued to step away slowly, heading toward the hall and to her room.

[User]
 " Oh no you don't! Get back here! " Rose lunges to strike a leg and knock her down before she escapes!

Attack (horn):  (3d6)[ 8 ]  vs. 15 [13 +4 All Out Attack  Determined  -2 Called shot (Leg)]

[User]
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Damage:  (1d6-1)[ 1 ]

Rose yelped, the strike injuring her right leg. She swings the flashlight at her attacker and hobbles as fast as she can to the bedroom. "  Get away from me, you freak! You're crazy!  "

Attack (flashlight):  (3d6)[ 7 ]  vs. 11 [Default DX-5 +4 All out attack (Determined)]

[User] The flashlight strikes hard against Rose. Rose grunts and stumbles back. She growls. " Dead or alive, you're going down, infiltrator! The EDF will not allow a manipulative little succubus like you around! " She gives chase, determined to pounce.

[User] "  I didn't do anything wrong!  " Rose pleads. She runs into the bedroom and doves over her bed. She reaches under it to pull out her gun case.

[User]
 Rose hobbles into the room. " You're enthralled by Chrysalis! She's playing you like a lump of clay; molding you in a set up to escape custody. Give it up, we're breaking her influence on you.
 Resist and there will be other things broken. "

[User] Rose pulled out her gun and pointed it at her attacker. "  No! Chrysalis taught me to be confident, to be happy with myself! I owe her... but maybe she's been too much on my mind. Fine, I can seek help for the venom and stuff, but I'm not just going to abandon her like everyone else did! I'm not going back to that miserable little pony I was before.  "

[User]
 Gun pointed at her, Rose weighted her options. She wasn't wearing her armor, but she always had her cleverness. Rose uses her ponykinesis to seize the gun's clip!

Grapple:  (3d6)[ 12 ]  vs. 10 (DX 12 -2 hit location, gun)

[User]
 Rose pulls back and opens fire. It was like some kind of instinct to defend herself.

Attack (pistol):  (3d6)[ 10 ]  vs. 14 (two shots, RCL -2)

[User]
 Rose dodges out of the way of the bullets, using the bed's springy nature to bounce off and dive on the gunmare. " Wrong move! " she shouts and strikes at her opponent head on.

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Brawling (horn):  (3d6)[ 9 ]  vs. 13

Oh success:  (1d6-1)[ 1 ]

[User]
 This mare was fast! Rose tries to dodge out of the way and swing for the fences with the but of her pistol.

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Dodge!  (3d6)[ 3 ]  vs. 9

Melee (pistol whip):  (3d6)[ 12 ]  vs. 12
Dmg:  (1d6+2)[ 7 ]

[User]
 " Give me that! " Rose commands. She deftly dodges out of the swing and wrestles for the gun!

Grapple:  (3d6)[ 12 ]  vs. 14 (12 -2 called location (gun) +4 All out attack determined)

[User]
 Rose fought back, trying to hold control of the gun.

Grapple vs.  (3d6)[ 6 ]  vs. 12

[User]
 Rose loses hold on the gun and tries punching her opponent in the head.

Brawl  (3d6)[ 11 ]  vs 11 (12 -5 headshot +4 All out determined)

Dang  (1d6-1)[ 1 ]

[User]
 The blow strikes her between the eyes. The blackout fades far darker than the night. She falls backwards, the bed catches a hoof and turns her hideaways, and... then nothing. The void kisses Rose goodnight gently into the night.

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Rose awoke, her head spinning. She sits up and touchs heer face. There's dried blood on her forehead. The smear is unmistakable on her hoof. On the floor next to her lies her gun. Rose tries but fails to concentrates on ponykinesis. She picks the gun up herself and opens the clip. Two bullets missing.

The storm has passed. Her clock blinked 12:00. The power returned.

She stands up and staggers through her bedroom. Two bullet holes are in the wall, inches from her mirror. Her phone blinked.  One missed message.

Rose continues toward the living room. The kitchen light was on. Her food, now long cold, remains on the little table. She sits down and puts her gun on the table. Her hooves shook slightly. Echoes of the fight plays in her mind. Each word stings like a knife. She begins to sob into her hooves.

 You're just a monster. A creature that the EDF will take down.


[User]
 Why do you see floor?

Why is it swaying?

Time on your pod says 2100 hours.  Radios appear damaged.  You know you missed your drop point.   But all you see is ground about 15 feet below you,  your pod door smashed into it with cracks in where it impacted.    Again swaying.

You hear the creak up above as your pod you notice is being held up by some cables it conveniently got caught on.   So you aren't a pancake.  There is that.  You appear to be  ok.  A click and a half from where you were supposed to land.

[User]
 Valter coughs, his mandibles quivering in pain. With a panicked lurch, he quickly checks the pod to make sure all the important parts of his gear are still around. Armor, check. Azimuth TM  pistol, check. But most importantly his cam-bot was still operational.

"Oh thank the universe. I was worried you were broken buddy. Keep your light on ok, I'll find you some batteries or something soon."

Making sure his cambot had a good angle and its hover relay was still active, Valter heroically leaps down to the ground while manifesting a radiant spear.

 Spoiler: Priorities
Making an Athletics roll  (1d20+6)[ 19 ]

[User]
 Success, you land and roll just as the groan follows and your pod smacks into the ground.

As you rise you realize you are in the lower city,  your pod crashed through the upper city and one of the millions of support cables kept it from imprisoning you with a jammed door.   A red glow indicates you are in one of the seedier establishment areas.   Neon Holo Lights indicate you are at a motel.   One clearly for getting away from "polite" society.

[User] Valter leaps in shock. This wouldn't do, what if some cameras caught him in the red light district. It would be horrible for his image. Valter quickly and deliberately walks away from the area and looks for the closest stairs, elevators, or whatever to get him out of this PR nightmare-zone.

[User] You don't have to walk very far to get to a less shady portion.    Small food stalls and kitschy curios shops litter the streets.   It appears you are in the lower city entertainment district.  Bars and other such delights are visible though surely abandoned.

[User]
 Valter looks around, now that he's out of such perilous danger. He's looking for anything that could possibly help him reconnect with his  co-stars  squad. His stomach also grumbles as he walks by a banana stand. He takes a chocolate dipped banana and leaves some credits on the counter while continuing his search for any extant communications, maps, or landmarks.

 Spoiler: There's Always Money in the Banana Stand...and Bananas
Perception  (1d20+9)[ 19 ]

[User]
 The Banana is somehow still tasty.

As you pass by buildings one catches your attention.  "Free Wireless Access"

Looks like one of the bars.

[User] Valter continues to nibble on the banana and walks into the bar. It's desolate of a single soul but certainly not of spirits. Sitting in the most comfortable booth he can find, Valter connects his iPhone XXV and silently prays the military encryption on his end is enough to not get hacked by Swarm cyber.

[User]
 Despite being in the establishment, you only get one bar of signal.

Short range communication must be hit by this as well,  but importantly you do have the signal.

[User] Valter quickly goes through his emails from his publicist, news articles about him, and some fan mail before using the city's connection to (very slowly) find out where he is.

[User]
 commercial spots, ad men etc...

You are beneath the Vid Station from the upper level.  23rd Lower and Haven street.  There is one of the support pillars near by about five blocks from here that may have a lift to the upper city.

[User] Valter grins and winks at his cambot, he had his mission now. Finishing the banana with aplomb, he strides out of the bar triumphantly and begins to walk towards the lift, solar spear and pistol in hand.

[User]
 As you stride out,  you seem very sure of yourself.   Super sure of yourself in fact.

you pass one block, then another, then....

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perception

[User]
 Valter pauses for a second, looking around as he strides across the lower level of the city; his cape swinging heroically in...well not the wind precisely, more just that he's deliberately spinning around to make it flap. Still...very impressive.

 Spoiler: Looking Around Downtown
[roll]120+9[/roll]

[User] The sound of an Azimuth Laser Rifle powering up breaks the sound of the cities silence.  Two armed Skourge start barking at you.

[User]
 Valter's mandibles chitter for a second before he gives the two soldiers one of his award-winning Solar Steel smiles. It is intense and brilliant, just like a sun.  "Wha...Ma'zak is that you? Ma'zak you old devil get out of here! Here I was, doing a little scouting for my next movie."  He runs his hand over his head while still calmly walking towards the elevator,  "What are the odds eh, hey we still on for drinks at Oceanos 7? I think I still have a hangover from the last time we drank together. Gods, Frank was a mess that night eh? Well hey, I gotta go but it's been lovely catching up."

While they were still trying to figure out if they actually knew the fellow who looked fairly familiar, Valter is slamming the up button on the elevator 7.28 x 10^9 times.

 Spoiler: I feel like Valter's voice is a mix between Han Solo and Zap
Charisma/Diplomacy roll:  (1d20+9)[ 24 ]

[User]
 They open fire at the door.  They are skourge, they demand you surrender.
 Spoiler: couple rolls
they each have +4    (1d20+4)[ 20 ]
 (1d20+4)[ 5 ]

Did you really think it was going to work?


[User]
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[User]
 In the far reaches of Ustalav, in the city known as Lepidstadt, all is well and good. Well, as well as can be expected in Ustalav. The point is that nothing serious is happening, no zombie invasion, no werewolf incursion, no rampaging flesh golem mis-creations, nothing.

All of you have either lived in Lepidstadt, or have arrived for some reason or another.

 Spoiler: OOC

[User] Alioria walks to the front gate feeling awkward about her standing out so much.

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 As the trees part ahead of him, Sakeen could begin to make out the bridge leading to Lepidstadt. He breathes a sigh of relief,   Thank Shelyn   he thought, the most recent leg of his travels had been uneventful and relatively peaceful.

He was a man of average height with thick brown hair pulled back, and a burnt color to his skin. Across his face, spreading from his chin to his right temple was a horrible burn mark that he made no effort to hide. The burn kept his right almond eye slightly compressed from the scarring, but the man held a perpetual smile that defied his old wound. He carried a tall glaive as though it were a walking stick and wore a reinforced tunic that fluttered with the breeze every now and then. Hanging from his neck was a necklace with a wooden pendant of a songbird with long tail feathers curling back over itself.

He was traveling for the sake of traveling, he had no goal in mind, no destination. Just a desire to see more of the world drove him forward.

Smiling he continued along the road out of the woods towards the bridge, waving to the first person who noticed him.

[User] Grunvir makes his way through the west gate, musket over one shoulder and travelling pack over the other. He is dusty and tired from the road, what remains of his uniform is tattered and dirty. Any insignia or identifying features have long since been torn away. The journey out of Cheliax, across Nidal and Nirmathas, had been a harrowing one, but now with the forest people and the orcs of Belken between him and Cheliax he finally felt he could rest easy. Grunting a greeting toward the guards at the gate, and answering any questions they might have politely but briefly, he looks around to get his bearings. He hopes to find a tavern where he can get a decent mug of ale, a bath, and a bed for the night. From there... well, from there he can figure out what to do next. But for the moment he fights of the weariness in his bones and the ache in his feet, and begins heading further into the town.

[User] Arta approaches the east gate of Lepidstadt, clutching her cloak more tightly around her. She might not have the horns or wings usually associated with Tieflings, but her corpse-white skin and the red veins criss crossing her neck mark her as non-human just the same, and her supplies are low enough she doesn't want to get kicked out of town again. At least not without the chance to do some shopping.

[User]
 Ratchet

Slipping out of the bushes, the tiny goblin fell in behind the brown-haired man wearing the heavy tunic.  Although he had to hustle to keep up, Ratchet was able to match the man's footfalls, attempting to be a quiet as possible.  He had waited for the better part of the morning for someone to come along, and the man, despite the scar on his face and rather intimidating "walking-stick",  had a pleasant enough demeanor.

As they approached the bridge leading to Lepidstadt, the man waved at a passerby so Ratchet did the same, mimicking his easy demeanor.  He giggled inwardly at the stranger's rather perplexed expression.

He had pushed his ears up inside the simple leather cap that strained to also contain his wild shock of jet black hair, but there was no hiding his olive skin, too-wide grin, and amber eyes.

  Damned human and his long legs!  Better close the gap before we get to the bridge....

The goblin tried to remain quiet while he hustled to catch up.

 Spoiler: Sakeen Perception Check
Stealth  (1d20+7)[ 22 ]
*-5 for moving greater than half speed included

[User] Demetrius walks through the western gate, noticing nothing unusual among the dusty travelers coming in for the night. He pulls up his cowl, trying to make himself less noticeable, something necessary, to prevent from drawing attention drawn to him due to the tattoos covering his body, for without them his "tricks" would not be possible. He decides to move to the center of town, as he requires supplies after the long journey for revenge that has taken him here.

[User]
 Gaelin enters Lepidstatd, he is still not used to being away from his home city. after heading so far north, he has gotten aware of the general layout of a city. Theres are many new races that he has only ever heard of as well. He studies all the new faces quietly for a while. he was surprised to see a giant two legged frog as well.  "Well thats strange."  he mutters to himself. He then heads for the nearest inn or tavern.

(Updated after i realized the geography)

[User]
 Demetrius navigates the market, picking up what items he requires for sustenance on the road ahead.
At one of the market stalls, he asks where a good place to rest would be.

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if you wanna do anything, feel free to do so, I can also now move wherever I need to.


[User]
 Previously on Wanted

Our heroes were tempted by a mysteriously nefarious villain named The Weasel King to a trial to see who is worthy of becoming his nemesis. Surely his communist plots would be no good for the great and capitalist Typalia! His true intentions must be discovered and stopped. Our heroes walk into what is very clearly a trap he has prepared for them in the depths of an abandoned office building in old town. Will they survive the horrors waiting for them below?! Will they discover the evil plot?! And most importantly will they find out what is up with Timmy the Blind Omniscient Hot Dog Man on 10th street who loses his dog every Tuesday at the exact same time?! Why can't he see that coming!?

The oppressively and altogether dangerously dark steps went down much further than would be expected from a supposedly abandoned building. Finally they leveled out on a flat metal surface, almost immediately illuminated by floodlights embedded in the walls. The room was horrifying. Red Polka dots on white walls and neon orange floor with solely a steel door at the other end and a loudspeaker above it. The loudspeaker stopped blaring out what sounded like elevator music as the lights came up and the heroes fanned across the room.  "Greetings my fellow Novas! Tis I, The Magnificent Lord of all that is Weasel and Weasel kind. You have found my first task as was expected. Inside will be a bevy of deadly traps, water temples and block puzzles to test your skills and ultimately your patience with inane tasks! At the end, you shall find clues as to my next task, and if you are inordinately lucky, a glimpse of my royal visage to brighten your day! To begin you must walk through the door in front of you! But beware, one of the most vicious deterrents to have ever emerged from history guards that door. It is locked and I have destroyed the key! Good luck foolishly feeble foes of...."  there was some incomprehensible sputtering as the alliteration hesitated  "...feeebleness!"  With that the mic was turned off and elevator music again filled the room.

[User] Southpaw looks through her mask at the others gathered with her.    "Is... is this serious?   Deathtraps?   Does he think he's the riddler or something?"   The small costumed nova scratched her head.   "are you guys in on this?   Is this some show my agent put me on to get pranked on TV?   like a nova version of Punk'd.    Is Asthon Kutcher gonna jump out when the doors open?"

[User] Event Horizon is in her full bank-robbing garb, mask hiked up and hat pulled low. Wise precaution if they  were  in fact on television. Mysterious Teenage Boy was ready to kick some ass. Who knows. Maybe BB would get ganked, and she could go back to her normal life... of crime. Horizon shrugs in response to Southpaw's question, shaking her head.

[User]
 Synapse looks around the room after hearing the message of the Weasel King.

 "I'd say less Riddler and more Joker.  But y'know, the 1960's version."

She flashes her winning smile.

 "So, I'll go first?"

She steps towards the door, her eyes peeled for danger.  At any sign, she readies herself to teleport back.

[User]
 "Go ahead. This is going to be silly enough. Me? I'm waiting to see if there's a credible threat here."

Paragon was already running a wristwatch computer program, there were puzzles ahead and she managed to get a brief glimpse of them. She wanted to get a head start on solving those, and this sure was a good time to do it.

It was kinda like playing a cellphone game of bejeweled while in the waiting room, honestly.

[User] South looks up at Synapse.   "If you want, thats fine.   if anything is dangerous though let me take point?   Don't know the extent of everyone's powers here but I can turn to steel."     She didn't want to come off as condescending and was genuinely sounding like she'd rather avoid people getting hurt.

[User]
 Run fast.  Think faster.  Doesn't do anyone in the world a damn bit of good to be faster then a bullet if you can't be smarter then the guy with the gun.  Power works on every part of you, even the brain.   Right.  Like the old man said.  You've got the speed to take your time.  So.  Door.  Fiendish trap.  Whatever it was.  Faster then the blur?  Probably not.  So take your shot.  Easy.  Trap would trigger before the door.  So get to the door.  If nothing happens... That's Southpaw.  Strength.  Durable.  Battering ram in a pint sized can.  Alright.  On three.
 "3."
Letting a little of his power out Alex jogs to the other side of the room in a fraction of a moment.  Raps his knuckles on the door, appreciating the solid weight of the steel.  Zips back to the waiting heroes.  Waits a few seconds for the traps to go off.
 "Southpaw.  I need a can opener.  You want a ride there or...?"

[User] South looks at Alex.   "If you are offering.   Works for me."

[User]
 Delta-V finally manages to stifle her laughter. Mostly. " Oh man " she giggles, " this is going to be  hi-lar-ious . I haven't seen that much camp since the last pride parade ".

" Want me to make it a really  fast  can opener? "

[User] "Delta-V... Modified fastball?  I run to the door at full speed, at the last second you pump my speed into Southpaw?  Basically turn her into a depleted uranium rail gun."

[User] " Go for it " she answers happily, the blue nimbus arcing between her outstretched fingers reflecting off of her goggles. " Let's make some noise little sis ".

[User] South nods and preps for a high speed impact.  Her bare left fist extended in front of her ready for an incredible penatration.

[User]
 "Time to make the donuts."
 Taking the steps two at a time, Blur gets as far as a running start as he can and then hurls himself at break neck, and hopefully break steel , speed at the door.

[User]
 A twitch of her half-gloved fingers and the cherenkov light playing about Delta-V whips itself into a segmented ring, cycling about her. " Hope you're ready, pintsize! "

 Spoiler
Using Momentum Swap to switch Blur and Southpaw's momentum. Needs 1 sux to go off.

Wits 5 + Momentum Control 3  (8d10)[ 8 ][ 7 ][ 5 ][ 6 ][ 5 ][ 3 ][ 1 ][ 4 ](39)
Mega-Wits 1  (1d10)[ 4 ](4)

[User]
 Synapse yelps and teleports a few feet out of the way.

 "Hey!  Watch where you're going!   I  was gonna open the door."

She crosses her arms and pouts.

[User] "See, this is why I let y'all deal with this door. I've got other doors to unlock."  Paragon was smiling, but also looking a little smug as she strode towards the Weasel King's door.  " 's why one of the most useful skills is knowing when to step to the side. So, Rat Prince!"  Suddenly shouting upwards to where his voice came from.  "Y'sure about this? This is like, a lot of us and one of you. Y'got any kind of friends?"

[User] "Oh, is that what we're doing now?  Cause that seems like a spectacularly bad idea.  Tempting fate there a bit, Paragon.  This is the part where he reveals his army of were-weasels, or whatever."

[User] "Honestly, yeah. I 'want' something a little more than a locked door. Can you imagine the embarrassment if we all came all this way, and it turned out to just be a homeless guy in a getup he stole from the high school theater? Right now my biggest worry is that there 'won't' be a problem."

[User] Horizon rubs her thumb and index finger together to form the tiniest, quietest violin.

[User]
 Southpaw at one point saw a door. Then there was no door, more a crumpled piece of steel that fell down a ravine. Problem 2: There was a large ravine below her that she was sailing over. With the grace of a swan with two broken wings....... And legs she landed face first on the other side, sliding through the ground leaving a trough of dirt before slowing grinding to a stop. A sign popped out of the wooden floor next to her with the words "28 Meters." Inexplicably the only dirt floor was exactly in the trough that Southpaw slid in.

The room in question had a disco ball on the ceiling, constantly strobing and half illuminating the 10 foot wide Ravine with no obvious bottom in the room. The steel door remains apparently fell down it, but nothing was heard from it just yet. Over loud speaker only one sentence was proclaimed.  "I HEARD THAT CURTIS!"

[User] South holds up her hand gives a thumbs up.   Then her finger points up to the sky.  "I got that reference..."

[User]
 "Donuts successfully made, and then promptly used to defeat a dastardly door of doom.  So they'd be dastardly door of doom defeating donuts."
The Black Blur strikes a heroic pose, hands on his hips, legs akimbo.
 "And that's how you alliterate, you overblown rodent!"

[User]
 Veronica peers over the edge into the abyss.

" Anyone heard an impact yet? Because I'm wondering how he got a actual bottomless pit going ".

[User]
 Synapse vanishes in a flash of crackling electricity, her teleport marked by the smell of ozone and the sound of thunder.  She stands on the other side of the chasm, and offers to help Southpaw to her feet.

 "C'mon, you're making us look dumb."

She grins, playfully.

[User]
 South dusts off.    "I'm just curious how he knew that we were gonna wind up like this with a long jump sign and whatnot..."

She takes a look around the room

[User]
 Outside of the (bottomless?) ravine and disco ball continuing to strobe the room, it was otherwise very plain, in stark contrast to the ugliness of the previous room. Wood boards served as the majority of the floor outside of the one path that South paved with her face and the sign with it. On the far side, with South and Synapse was a staircase carved from the stone descending further down with an orange glow lighting up the bottom, though the source of the glow was unknown.

The ravine was roughly ten feet wide at its narrowest and didn't seem to have any path that could be used to get around it, nor any materials around to make a bridge. Clearly the most cunning of obstacles.

 "My methods of creating pits is beyond your comprehension puny hero! You shall never know my secrets, and in fact it is so complicated that I will give you some advice. You're just going to have to accept this and move on."  The loudspeaker was apparently hidden, unfortunately protecting it from any hero who might decide they want to stop the taunting.

[User]
 South makes her way to the staircase and glances down it.   "He knows what weasel's aren't typically in any position to taunt people based on how puny they are right?"

She figures what the hell,  head toward the glowing.

[User]
 "I'm pretty sure he exactly understands that."  Paragon followed at the back of the pack, patiently observing and fiddling with that phone.

 "Why are you talking as if that's a reason he wouldn't gloat here? He feels big and powerful in his lair, somebody with a size inferiority complex would 'obviously' take the chance to gloat and boast their size. I'll be checkin for other traps, and by the way I'm pretty sure the bottomless pit is caused by 'sound proofing at the bottom'. Least that's one way to do it."

[User]
 "...I'm not sure I care for you."
 The Blur turns to his loyal sidekick and gestures to the pit.
 "Float us all?"

[User] Horizon shakes her head, but a look from Alex is enough to quash her hopes of escape. Her shoulders sag. With a little sigh, she calls upon the power of gravity. Then they all float over to the other side

[User]
 "Delta, be a dear and keep an eye on my sidekick."
 Setting his feet Blur shoots down towards the glow at top speed.

[User] Horizon glares at Delta until her eyes are mere slits.

[User]
 The staircase led to a massive open cavern lit by -- what certainly appeared to be -- a floor made of lava. The landing put the aspiring heroes on a metal grate suspended above the lava roiling below. Impossibly, the room actually felt quite cool. The exit wasn't anywhere in sight, however the grating was suspended to a set of tracks on the ceiling and a panel sat on it, probably intended to move the track.

 "Okay, I'll admit it before phone hacker Snowden there figures it out herself and ruins the surprise. Also if your name isn't Snowden it really should be. That's not actually lava, it just looks like it. You would not believe how expensive it would be to fill this room with lava and keep it that way. BUT THE ROOM YOU ARE STANDING IN IS THE EPITOME OF GENIUS! AN ALMOST FULLY AUTOMATED DEATHTRAP! FOR ONCE YOU PRESS THAT BUTTON YOU WILL BEGIN YOUR JOURNEY THROUGH THE CAVERN AND MUST AVOID OR FIGHT ALL THAT OPPOSES YOU ON THE ROUTE! AND THE FIRST PERSON TO CALL THIS AN ELEVATOR FIGHT FROM A VIDEO GAME WILL GET UNCEREMONIOUSLY BOOTED BECAUSE NOT COOL!"

That lava certainly looked real at least.

[User]
 "I like the texture of the lava, you're going to have to tell me how you did it sometime. I like the aesthetic. Regardless, I'm not going to call this an elevator, it's  clearly  a dumbwaiter."

There was a moment of pause, as Paragon assessed the room, and smiled something wicked.  "So, raise your hand if you're up for figuring out a way to get down there without pressing the button and triggering the Cutscene Event? Or do y'all wanna play this straight and smash his stuff up front?"

[User]
 "People still use elevators?"

Synapse shrugs and spreads her hands.

 "Everyone wanna hold hands and see if I can't get you all there at once?"

[User] "We also have someone who can negate gravity.  Which... I mean, flight.  Whoosh, so on and so forth."

[User]
 Synsapse rolls her eyes.

 "That's not flying.  It's falling with style."

[User] South looks up to where the speakers are.  "I mean....   if its against robots or something i don't mind fighting...  but if its henchmen,  would really rather they are able to get home without broken... everything."    She looks to the rest.   "I suppose a shortcut would help though make sure..."    She takes Synapse's hand.


[User]
 Spoiler: OOC
Link to the Out Of Character Thread: HERE

 Spoiler: Cities

 Spoiler: Forest Watch
Small frontier fort. Approx. 400 souls. 50% Human, 25% Elf, 15% Halfling, 10% Other.  Lead by Lord Harvardeen (Ex-Military Dragonborn tasked with expanding into the wilderness)

 Spoiler: Sea Watch
A well-designed planned city on the south of the island. Designed to be the new capital for the region. Aprox. 800 souls and growing. Aprox. 35% Human, 20% Halfling, 10% Elven 10% Dragonborn, 5% Dwarf, 20% other. Lead by Duke Arthur of the Far-shot and his Cloister of Diviners

 Spoiler: Port City
A Cluster of shops, trade-houses, and shipwrights that spring up in order to facilitate the transport of goods from the island to the mainland. Aprox 1600 souls, most of which are transient. 25% Human, 25% elf, 25% Halfling, 10% Tiefling, 5% Other. Lead by a loose confederacy of shipping guilds and trade groups.


[User] We don't own any of the animes or character. They are owned by there respective owners.

[User] "Hi I'm Eric. I'm Notnagel'scharacter for this Rp and this will be my chat color. I am a half human half Dragon living on Destiny Island."

[User] Hi im Dante i am half demon half human on destiny island. and i will be using this color text


[User]
 9 PM. The moonlight would be streaming through the window of my office if the window weren't caked with grime and if the rain hadn't forced the moon into hiding. Lauren's out of the office again, probably throwing what money she has left on booze or cards. So it's just me. Me and the cigarette stubs and the rent bills and the grime and Barton's face smiling at me through the picture frame - and the wind screaming outside.

I'm about to close down the office - only a lunatic or a desperado'd come down at this hour, on a night like this. And then, like an omen of death, the slow creak of the front door opening. The door from the office to the waiting room's ajar so I can't see the visitor, but if there's any provenance in the world they're not a lunatic or a desperado.

Probably they're a lunatic or a desperado.

[User] The man walks in looks like a one-man circus act, all ten freaks rolled into one plus a fire-eater who's not too good at his job. A contorted figure, a jumble of parts in a container too small for them. He's got a gaze sharp as glass, though, eyes made for adding up numbers or lives. Doesn't say a word as he walks in—if he can; his throat is a mass of scar tissue and he breathes like he's sharpening a knife. Doesn't sit, either, just stands there for a moment with eyes rolling like green marbles over your desk, before he drops a crumpled envelope on your desk and a few bills on top of it.

[User]
 A lunatic  and  a desperado. This is going to be one of those nights I see, where everything starts out bleak, gets bleaker, and then all of a sudden you're standing on top of a corpse and the cops are pounding on the door asking to be let in and you're fresh out of cigarettes.

I count the bills first - that's the first rule of investigation, always count the bills first. Then I pick up the envelope and fish inside it.

[User]
 You smooth the bills—four or five aces; not enough to be worth getting shot at, but enough to convince you to open the envelope. You slide your finger under the flap and catch a whiff of lilac, and that's enough for you to know where this is going. But when you slide the letter out, it's no curliqued lover's letter, but a mimeographed invitation, one out of a run of dozens if not hundreds. Written with all the elegance of a professor whose tenure has lasted well into senility, it's a rambling summons to some conference of entomology a few miles to the east. At the bottom, though, just below the typewritten valediction—a name signed with a flourish. And the scent of lilac.

Your client clears his throat like a pebble caught in a thresher, and speaks, eloquently enough despite his burn-victim voice. "I have reason to believe that my business partner may be engaged in a few dealings that, shall we say, she would prefer to remain unbeknownst by me. This letter was recently dropped off at our place of business, and as she was out, I was able to intercept it. I should like you to attend, and see what this piece of correspondence means. It would be a comfort to me, even just to know that it was a mere three days of discussing wings and carapaces. And I am sure that I could find some more faces to keep those Washingtons company," he says, gesturing to the bills on the table. "Say... five hundred for five days?"

[User]
 Spoiler
I think that must be the Plerumqueishest thing ever written since the dawn of the universe. Love it.

"So you think she might be playing games with you, huh. I can see how that might bug you." I say. "Well, alright, doc, I got you covered. But I need more than just Washingtons - you gotta tell me, who's your partner to you? What are you so scared of?"

 Spoiler
Rolling Understanding+Observation to figure out if this guy's business-antsy, or in love, or what.  (5d10)[ 2 ][ 2 ][ 4 ][ 6 ][ 6 ](20)
Dunno if he's trying to hide something or not, so I don't know if the roll's contested and what I'm rolling against. You'll have to do that bit.

Also, clear yer inbox. JJ wants to chat.

[User]
 Spoiler
 (4d10)[ 9 ][ 10 ][ 10 ][ 7 ](36)

Thanks. And yeah, I cleared my inbox like half an hour after I got the email saying it was full, but I guess Janus had no way of knowing that. PMed him back.

[User] "Oh, there's not much I'm scared of, particularly not nosy PIs," the sideshow man says. "But I suppose, if she's willing to go behind my back, her secrets should mean little enough to me. My partner has not always been on my side of my affairs, if you understand. She is, in fact, the sister of one of my major competitors. When she came to me, it took a long time before I was willing to trust her, and I am... concerned, that she seems willing to throw that away. Thus, your employment. This is satisfactory background?" He's not lying, or if he is, he's got a carny's tongue.


[User] Once there was five boys. Red, Eric, Karne, Severus, and Dante. They all lived on a deserted island with their friends and families. Everything was fine until Severus decided that he wanted to see other world. The other four boys agreed to help him since he was the weakest of the five. One day the boys were having a dream when Severus yelled  "Wake up you lazy bums!"

[User] What do you want you? (yelling from a distance )

[User]
 Originally Posted by DanteDemon665
   What do you want you damn lizard?

 "Yo Demon boy I'm trying to sleep in this tree so quit your yelling"  Blue sparks escape my mouth as I say that angerly

[User] Hey you think i care your snoring kept me awake part of the night (with a smirk)

[User]
 I get-up with a slight yawn and look to my friends.

" Guys, I just had the weirdest dream. There was all this stained glass and weapons and monsters and then it got weird with a bunch of talking cars, planes, princes that got turned into frogs and Power Line and Bigfoot was there... "

I continued to regale my friends with my, quite frankly, awesome story, but they seemed to not care.

[User]
 Originally Posted by The Hobo King
 I get-up with a slight yawn and look to my friends.

" Guys, I just had the weirdest dream. There was all this stained glass and weapons and monsters and then it got weird with a bunch of talking cars, planes, princes that got turned into frogs and Power Line and Bigfoot was there... "

I continued to regale my friends with my, quite frankly, awesome story, but they seemed to not care.

 " I had the exact same dream. Weird.

[User] Ok but the dream i had was me killing Red with my fist and smiling when i did it.

[User]
 Originally Posted by DanteDemon665
  Ok but the dream i had was me killing Red with my fist and smiling when i did it.

 "Dante there a difference between a dream and what you're thinking right now "

[User]
 I gasp, shocked.

" I had that dream too! "

" now, I didn't wanna do it, but I was just being such an *******! " I smile, not getting why Dante pinched the bridge of his nose.

Or why he started muttering that I was a ****ing idiot.

[User]
 Originally Posted by Notnagel Blade
  "Dante there a difference between a dream and what you're thinking right now "

 And i dont care plus something about him makes me want to punch him.

[User]
 Originally Posted by DanteDemon665
  And i dont care plus something about him makes me want to punch him.

 " He's our friend so no punching. Besidesyou want to hit everyone"

[User]
 No i i dont want to punch you but him i want give a big hug
 Spoiler: Smile
choke him :)

 Originally Posted by Notnagel Blade
  " He's our friend so no punching. Besidesyou want to hit everyone"

[User]
 " Don't worry, Eric, I'm used to it. Besides, "

"  I have a key to your house.  "

[User] We live on a deserted island. We don't have locks. By the way weren't we building a raft? "

[User]
 Originally Posted by Notnagel Blade
  We live on a deserted island. We don't have locks. By the way weren't we building a raft? "

 Yes and the wood is right here.

[User]
 Originally Posted by DanteDemon665
  Yes and the wood is right here.

 " Red do you have the rope "

[User]
 " You show me your wood, I'll show you my rope. " I say, completely serious.

" Winky-face. " I say more suggestively than a plateless van.

[User]
 Originally Posted by The Hobo King
 " You show me your wood, I'll show you my rope. " I say, completely serious.

" Winky-face. " I say more suggestively than a plateless van.

Never ask a gay man to show you his wood. [This scene was removed for inappropriate content]  "Happy?"

[User] I woke from my nap with a dream of drinking a vanilla milkshake and the others were still asleep. So, I adjusted my prosteteck robotic arm and removed the leaves from my right feathered wing and stretched my left bat wing. A mischievous smile formed on my face and I snapped my lizard like right fingers and summoned a pink cloud ready to drop it's sweet chocolate rain and positioned over their heads.

[User]
 " No. "

I hand him the rope by circling it around his neck, making a loose knot and pulling until his face goes purple.

[User]
 Originally Posted by The Hobo King
 " No. "

I hand him the rope by circling it around his neck, making a loose knot and pulling until his face goes purple.

I kick him hard enough to  make him let go of the rope. I go to work on the raft. Taking the wood and the rope.

[User]
 I get up and dust myself off. This happens a lot.

I go over to the others.

" So, what can I do to help? "

[User] and POW!! *punched red*

[User]
 I lift my head up.

" So I should just stay down here, then? "

[User]
 Originally Posted by The Hobo King
 I lift my head up.

" So I should just stay down here, then? "

 Yes That Would Be A Smart Idea.

[User] " Fine, " I huff. " I'll just lay here. "

[User] I came back and asked Dante  "Can you get food fresh water and some cloth?"

[User] Ok i will be back with the stuff

[User]
 Originally Posted by DanteDemon665
  Ok i will be back with the stuff

I wait patiently for dante

[User]
 Ok im back ( has two box filled with supplies )

 Originally Posted by Notnagel Blade
 I wait patiently for dante

[User]
 Originally Posted by DanteDemon665
  Ok im back ( has two box filled with supplies )

 Ok now we need to name it.

[User]
 Originally Posted by Notnagel Blade
  Ok now we need to name it.

 lets name it rudra

[User]
 I lift my head up.

" I think that we should name it after my grandfather, Mrs. Mr. Sir Lord Lady Fairy-Prince Kentucky-Fried Flying Rocketing Ravishing Beastmaster Monk Super Silver One-Punch President Mayor Doctor Chef Parkour Master Champion Coach Professor General Honorary Lieutenant Bachler Barbarian Pirate Captain Richard "Raptor" Ravager III! "

[User]
 Originally Posted by The Hobo King
 I lift my head up.

" I think that we should name it after my grandfather, Mrs. Mr. Sir Lord Lady Fairy-Prince Kentucky-Fried Flying Rocketing Ravishing Beastmaster Monk Super Silver One-Punch President Mayor Doctor Chef Parkour Master Champion Coach Professor General Honorary Lieutenant Bachler Barbarian Pirate Captain Richard "Raptor" Ravager III! "

 What about me great great uncle Father O’Mally’O’Connell’O’Carrol’O’Reilly’O’Brian’O’Sull  ivan who is also Italian."

[User] " I say we race for it! " I propose.

[User]
 Originally Posted by The Hobo King
 " I say we race for it! " I propose.

 "Just to clarify i don't actually know my uncle'sname or if he exist. Ok."

[User] " Alright, " I say, getting up. I point to the main island where we all live. "  we're gonna swim to the mainland. First one there gets to name the raft.  "

[User] " Or we can race to that star fruit"

[User] " I am literally up for anything! "

[User] Hey red Kicks him in the nuts then the throat

[User]
 I slam back to the sand and give a blank stare to my friend.

" I take it you're upset with something. " I say just an octave higher than is acceptable.

[User]
 Karne wakes up after a long "nap"

"whats up? Anything happen while I was "napping"?

[User] Hey Karne nice to see you are awake just have fun with Red and we are making a raft and trying to figure out what to name it

[User] *I watch the others in the tree that I was sleeping in smiling to myself. Hehe, seeing them fight and watching any kind of chaos somehow gives me a bit of a power boost, like coffee. So there I sat and watched their shenanigans.*

[User] " I'm helping! "

[User]
 *huh, they said that they're making a boat and trying to come up with a name for it. Just then, I came up with one, hehehe.*

"Hahahaha, what about the U.S.S. Banana Boat?!"

[User] "Thats rather uncreative, but its not the worst idea i have ever heard>"

[User] "Eh, you have a point. Though I do have a name but it's more suitable for a submarine though,  hahaha."

[User] " We're gonna race for it! " I proclaim from the ground. Maybe I should ask them to stop hitting me.

[User] I got hungry and decided to walk away and went to the boats.

[User] I untied the boat from the dock and took it to the mainland, where I took a leisurely stroll.

[User] After my stroll, I went to my house, ate a banana, discovered a treasure beneath the house, went on an adventure with a pirate, a monkey and Power Line, we discovered the treasure, blew it all in a minute, discovered that the real treasure was inside us all along, I gained Enlightenment and returned to the beach with my friends.

[User] Me and Red rac3 neck and neck until he triped over a coconut. I won.

[User] I pick-up my head from the ground, sand emptying out of my mouth as I do and being sad that my grandfather will forever go unhonored.


[User]
 INTRODUCTION:

This adventure takes place in the Northland, a place of hard winters, rugged people, epic tales, and a streak of the wild.

The fabled chalice of Pohjola, rumored to grant a boon to those who wield the wild
magic might be incentive enough for a budding sorceress to travel far to the North and endure its frozen embrace.  Those who make this journey find it prudent to prepare for the harsh cold conditions one will find there.


[User] Testoultra  Increasing testosterone can solve sex dysfunctions?testosterone pills To start, it can be said that the problems of erection, premature ejaculation or impotence are experienced by almost all men at any stage of their existence. It is normal for erections to appear spontaneously on the skin in young men as over the years testosterone is declining by multiple factors.


[User]
 There you are, standing at the front gate of Frederick Alexander's mansion. Past the ornate iron grill gate, you can see the entire front courtyard.
You can see the path of white stone bricks that circles around the pond in the center as it leads to the front porch of the impressive red brick building. The white stone path is outlined with a long, short hedges. On the other sides of the hedge barriers, a variety of sculptures stand proudly on the finely trimmed green lawn, made from hedges, marble, stone, and bronze. There are even metal statues that are animated by exposed mechanisms!

Throughout the courtyard, you can only see two automatons tending to the hedges. It doesn't take long before the automaton one of the automatons notices you and approaches the front gate. The approaching automaton is dressed in black dress pants and a black unbuttoned overcoat, with a white dress shirt under its red vest.

   "May I help you?"    It asks as it arrives at the gate.

[User]
 Victoria whistled to herself. Now this was a fancy place. That was a good sign. The pay should be pretty damn good here. Certainly worth the extra travel to get here, and that had not been cheap. As the automaton noticed her, she gave it a friendly wave.

 "I do believe you may. Mr. Alexander has contacted me vis-a-vis some manner of potentially lucrative employment. Would I be correct in saying that this is his residence ?"

[User]
 "It is."    The automaton replied.
   "And I would like to know who is asking, Miss....."

[User]
 "Miss Victoria. Hold on, I've got a letter here somewhere."

After an awkward second or two of rummaging in an inside pocket, she produced a slightly crumpled letter with a flourish and handed it to the automaton.

 "That ought to contain the requisite details."

[User]
 There's an unmistakable clicking coming from behind Victoria, who is met with the cast shadow of a stranger coming from behind. The shade belongs to a an aged man, still clinging to a crop of thick black hair even as it was invaded at the temples by a rising gray. Salt-and-pepper speckles his jawline, the man obviously missing a few days' worth of shaving.

 "This is the residence of Messer Alexander, correct? He sent me a letter stating he wished to see me about some kind of business."

The man nods politely to the woman beside him.  "Miss."

[User]
 "Sir."

Victoria nodded back, keeping her face cheerful and trying not to betray too much. Now would they be working together, or were they competing for the work? He didn't look particularly like he was the fighting type, but that didn't really mean much.

[User]
 "Ah yes, of course."    The automaton says after taking a quick look at the letter.
After it briefly hands back the letter to Miss Victoria, it turns its attention over to old man.
   "Why yes, this is the Alexanders' residence. You must be Captain Alphonse. Master Chadwick has been expecting you. Both of you actually."    The automaton gestures to both of you before opening the front gates.

[User] Wait! Wait!  Morgy yells as he approaches, feet barely touching the ground as his wings flap, propelling him along.  I've arrived! Don't leave without me!

[User] "What the rush!?"  Erik laughs at the rushing Morgy as he strolls towards the gate at a leisurely pace drinking from a bottle of clearly alcoholic liquid.

[User] A grey labor automaton trudges up to the front gate. Mechanisms whir and click loudly as it looks about the place; it's clearly been a quite a while since the automaton has received proper maintenance. It holds a letter in one pincer-like hand as it walks through the gates with everyone else.

[User]
 "You must the be the rest of Mr. Alexander's invited company." The automaton says as it lets the other arrivals through the gate.
It closes the gate before it leads everyone to the front doors of the mansion. When the finely dressed automaton opens the doors, you can see the foyer of the mansion: polished pale brown ceramic floor tiles, a red velvet carpeted stairway with bronze railings, statuettes of wood, stone, and bronze rest on pedestals against the beige walls.

   "This way please."    The automaton tells you as he gestures to the stairs.
Following the automaton, you are led upstairs and past a wall of pictures. These pictures range from automatons of all shapes and sizes, to skyships and portraits of a man with combed over white hair and a short beard. You cannot help but to notice that he is posing with a variety of tools.

   "Here we are."    The automaton announces as it stops at a large portrait, large enough to touch the floor and the ceiling. In the portrait is the same white bearded man, only this time he is posing with a teenage boy with short brown hair.
The automaton touches something on the frame of the painting, and you can hear the sound of rotating gears as the portrait swings inward of the wall, revealing a secret room!

Most of the walls are made up of bookshelves, with the only part of the room that doesn't have bookshelves is a barred fireplace and a window.
In the secret room you also see a wooden desk with many chairs, a few antique wooden chairs on one side, and larger leather chair on the other side, with its back turned.

  "Please, come in and have a seat."   A voice from behind the chair calls out.

[User] Morgy pulls out a chair and takes a seat.  Mr. Alexander, I would assume?

[User]
 "Yes I am."   The voice answers as the leather chair turns, revealing the same young man from the portrait on the secret door. Only, he appears slightly older than he did in the painting.

  "Would you like anything before we can discuss business? Tea? Cucumber sandwiches? Biscuits? Wine?"

[User] Gasoline, if you have any. I was in a rush to arrive and may have used a tad more fuel than I'd've liked. Failing that, I can also use charcoal, coal, wood... Really, anything remotely combustible.  Morgy grins, shrugging his upper shoulders.  I'll understand, though, if you don't wish for me to... "Eat" in your presence.

[User]
 "Well, in that case,"   The young gentleman begins to say.
  "I'll have some gasoline provided after the meeting. It is no trouble to get, since my father is an inventor."

[User] You're far too kind.

[User]
 Stone sits in one of the chairs after being requested to do so. He seems to be sitting on the very edge of the seat, as though he wants to touch as little of himself as possible to the chair.

" I do not require anything, sir, " Stone says, adjusting his posture. Feet flat on the floor, equidistant. Hands placed on each knee. Direct eye contact with Mr Alexander.

[User]
 Alphonse remains standing, waiting for the only woman in the room to take a seat before he does. The clicking o his jackboots carries all the way into the study's hardwood floor.

 "I wouldn't mind a libation, since offered, Messer Alexander. Wine would be a wonderful way to start our meeting; whatever is available will be fine, thank you."

[User] "Nyet, I already have all I need."  he replied chuckling heartily as he took another swig from his bottle making himself comfortable in a chair.

[User]
 Was the Captain waiting for her? Very gentlemanly. Victoria helped herself to a chair.

 "Would you perchance have coffee available?"

[User] "bah, coffee weak drink, get to point, what is job offered?"  he added, actually curious as to what was the job.

[User]
 "Of course."   The young man replies, giving a nod towards the finely dressed automaton, who bows in response and leaves.

  "Now allow me to introduce myself. I am Chadwick Alexander, owner of Iron Way Industries. My father, Frederick Alexander, is not only the owner of this mansion estate, but he's also the founder and former owner of Iron Way Industries. That is, before he retired to become one of the best professors at Silver Peak Academy."

[User] "Da, da, so what is job?"  he asks again, this person was giving the standard Empyrean leadup, bah wasting time.

[User]
 Without her noticing Victoria's mechanical hand tightened around the arm of the chair. The drunkard was beginning to get on her nerves.

 "Well it is a pleasure indeed to make your acquaintance, Mr. Alexander."

[User]
 Chadwick looks slightly annoyed and offended by Erik's impatience.
  "I was just about to get to that, Erik."   Chadwick responds, shrugging it off.
  "As I was saying, a year ago my father started talking excitedly about some kind of breakthrough. He said that it was biggest discovery and feat of technology in all of Ethereal. What it was exactly, he didn't quite say. All I know is that he set out towards the West. If he wanted to test this technological breakthrough or , and hasn't returned ever since..."
   "Your refreshments."    The automaton announced, entering the room with a bronze platter in each hand, with cups and glasses on small dishes on one tray and bottles of wine and a steaming kettle. The automaton sets the platters down on Chadwick's desk, where he pours the drinks and offers Miss Victoria her coffee, while handing Alphonse his glass of wine.

[User]
 West, nowhere near Nimbus, good he thought as he replied,  "And you want us to find your father da?"

 Spoiler

He's supposed to be a walking russian stereotype, is this considered Compelling Stereotypical Nimbus?

[User]
 "Indeed."   Chadwick replies.
  "I require a team to set out and investigate my father's whereabouts, and bring him back. For his return, I'll pay each of you a million Marks. I trust that you'll cooperate with each other to accomplish this task. Now, are they any questions?"

 Spoiler
Well, as far as world building goes, I've only had the idea to make Empyrean inspired by England. At first I didn't think so much about Nimbus, but then I thought of them as prideful of their tech, that they usually prefer tech over magic (with some exceptions).
[Note to self: Figure out what country Strato should be inspired by.]
[Another note to self: Make Gale inspired by Asia.]

And by the way, Marks are pretty much paper money, while Pieces are coined money.

[User]
 "Da, how do you propose we get there and what is his last known location?"  Erik asks already considering problems with the expedition as he leans forward stroking his chin.

 Spoiler: OOC

So that's a yes? Fate point?

[User]
 Victoria took the cup in her human hand. She'd accidentally shattered enough cups with her other one, and she'd rather not cover herself with scalding liquid again. She took a sip. It was very good - then again, that was sorta to be expected.

Her eyes went wide at the mention of the pay. That... that was a lot of money. A girl could go a long way with that much. Glancing around at the others, she blanked her face. Hopefully no one saw that.

 "This coffee is excellent, Mr. Alexander. May I ask, is there anyone who would perhaps want your father out of the picture?"

[User]
 "Unfortunately, the fact that he set out West from Empyrean is all I know."   Chadwick answers with a sigh.
  "As for his enemies, my father doesn't have enemies as far as I'm aware of."

 Spoiler
Uh, nope. There is a difference between being a stereotypical Nimbusian, and being just plain impatient.

[User] We all have enemies. You have no records of where he might have set off? Maps, charts, anything?

[User]
 "None that I can find I'm afraid. Whatever notes, maps, or clues that may lead to my father's whereabouts, he might have taken them with him. The last I've seen him, he left this mansion around 3 o'clock in the morning."

Chadwick's automaton pours another cup of coffee, and gives the cup to him.

  "Thank you, Otto."   Chadwick says before taking a sip of his cup of coffee.

[User]
 Chadwick takes a moment to clear his throat before he continues.
  "Now then, is there anything else you would like to discuss before we close the deal?"

[User] Are there any resources you can put at our disposal?

[User]
 "Of course."   Chadwick answers.
  "I will be more than happy to provide the necessary provisions and repairs before you set out to investigate my father's disappearance. Although providing anymore resources after your departure from Empyrean will be difficult to accomplish."

[User]
 "Now then, let me ask you something. Will you accept the job? I won't lie, this mission may become quite dangerous. Chances are that more than one of you won't make it back alive. But this isn't just a job to reunite a young man with his father. This is about bringing back not only the most respectable professors in Empyrean, but also one of its finest engineering minds."
Chadwick stops talking for a moment to pull something out from his desk. Then he gets up from his chair and places the contents on the desk: a contract and several pens.

  "Again I will ask, will you participate in this mission?"

[User] I will,  Morgy says, grasping a pen and signing his name.

[User]
 Victoria scanned the document in front of her. You only needed to be burned on one contract before you started reading them properly.

 "Everything seems to be in order, Mr. Alexander. I will endeavor to ensure that your father is returned to you safe and healthy."

Taking the pen in her mechanical arm, she signed her name.

'Miss Victoria'. No last name, and in her usual spidery, slightly crooked handwriting.

[User] "Da, da, I accept."  he replied curtly, signing the dammed papers and taking another sip from his flask.

[User]
 Stone had sat patiently, simply listening to everything Chadwick had to say.

" Affirmative, sir, " Stone says, taking a pen and writing 'Stone' on where the signature was required. The name wasn't very binding legally, but it was what people called him so it was the best he had.