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A New Hero Rises.
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Character Creation pt. 1
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The world Veruta is filled withy magic and all manner of creatures and peoples. To north lived fierce warriors and monstrous beasts that thrived on conflict in the frozen expanse of land, while to the south were dense jungles filled with exotic creatures and hidden civilizations shrouded in mystery. To the far east was empire that covered a vast chain of many islands ruled by an emperor of divine descent, while to the west were many kingdoms bound together in a grand alliance filled with many different races and cultures. In this world, there are many adventurers trying to forge their own path to fame and glory, to immortalize themselves in legend. From spell casting mages to stealthy rogues, from charming bards to mighty warriors, and from holy paladins to wise monks, there are many different kinds of adventurers.
Veruta has recently been experiencing a time of relative peace, with many believing themselves to be in the midst of a new golden age of prosperity. But not all is as it seems, for already an evil has begun to amass its forces and threatens to drag the world into darkness. Soon, chaos and destruction will reign and shatter the peace that this world enjoys. No mere adventurer will be able to stop this threat, and the armies of the nations of this world will be no match for them. But not all hope is lost.
Such things have happened in the past, and when they did Fate would select a champion to save the world from such threats, a Hero. Upon them a mark will be placed, and they will be granted powers in order to match the threat they face. Of course, there is always the chance these Heroes will fail, or abuse their new found power for their own selfish goals, but such is the price of Free Will. It will take every bit of skill, courage, determination, and hard work to defeat this newest foe, with maybe a little bit of luck helping out as well.
Of course, Heroes rarely work alone and often attract others to their cause, but that is for another time, for Fate has already chosen this new Hero.
Who is The Hero? Plan Format.
[][Name]-Write In.
[][Gender]-Male
[][Gender]-Female
[][Race]-Human: The most numerous and diverse race on Veruta, they are considered average in physical and magical ability, being seen as a Jack of All Trades.
[][Race]-High Elf: One of the three kinds of Elves that survived the Skyfall Cataclysm millennia ago and still live on the surface. High Elves are masters of magic and the arcane, but are a bit fragile compared to humans.
[][Race]-Sun Elf: A type of Elf noted for their strength and durability compared to others Elves, Sun Elves have a natural affinity towards Light Magic.
[][Race]-Moon Elf: Agile and stealthy and masterful archers, Moon Elves possess an affinity towards nature and illusions.
[][Race]-Dwarf: A short and stocky race, the Dwarves are tough and strong, and make fine blacksmiths and artificers.
[][Race]-Beastkin: The result of magical experimentation, The Beastkin look like humans with features from mammalian animals. They all possess the ability to turn into more ferocious and bestial forms.
[][Race]-Lizardfolk: Native to the southern jungles, The Lizardfolk are both tough and possess a natural affinity towards magic.
[][Race]-Skyborn: Gifted with a pair of bird like wings that can be summoned and dismissed at will, the Skyborn have a deep connection to Air Magic.
[][Class]-Fighter: Fighters focus on strength and physical combat, specializing in dealing damage at close range. Can Advance into: Knight, Dragoon, Samurai, Paladin, Berserker, or Hex-Blade.
[][Class]-Mage: Mages call upon the arcane to produce a variety of effects, usually at long range. Can Advance into: Summoner, Necromancer, Druid, Red Mage, Blue Mage, and Illusionist.
[][Class]-Rogue: Quick but fragile, Rogues are master of stealth and infiltration. Can Advance into: Thief, Assassin, Ninja, and Night-Blade.
[][Class]-Cleric: Drawing power from their Faith, Cleric can call upon Holy magic to heal and buff their allies, while damaging unholy creatures. Can Advance into: White Mage, Battle-Priest, and Templar.
[][Class]-Ranger: Woodsmen who favor the bow, Rangers have an animal companion at their side that aids them. Can Advance into: Sniper, Beast Master, Trapper, Trick Shot, and Dual Blade.
[][Class]-Bard: Assists their allies through the magic of their songs. Can Advance into: Battle-Dancer, Cantor, and Skald.
[][Class]-Monk: Calling upon their inner Ki, Monks are a force to be reckoned with. Does Not Advance.
[][Class]-Gunslinger: Using personally made firearms, The Gunslinger rains hell from afar. Does Not Advance.
[][Class]-Psion: Calling upon the eldritch power of their mind, Psions employ a combination of telepathy and psychokinesis to attack the opponent's mind directly, or to deal damage to his body . Does Not Advance.
Veruta has recently been experiencing a time of relative peace, with many believing themselves to be in the midst of a new golden age of prosperity. But not all is as it seems, for already an evil has begun to amass its forces and threatens to drag the world into darkness. Soon, chaos and destruction will reign and shatter the peace that this world enjoys. No mere adventurer will be able to stop this threat, and the armies of the nations of this world will be no match for them. But not all hope is lost.
Such things have happened in the past, and when they did Fate would select a champion to save the world from such threats, a Hero. Upon them a mark will be placed, and they will be granted powers in order to match the threat they face. Of course, there is always the chance these Heroes will fail, or abuse their new found power for their own selfish goals, but such is the price of Free Will. It will take every bit of skill, courage, determination, and hard work to defeat this newest foe, with maybe a little bit of luck helping out as well.
Of course, Heroes rarely work alone and often attract others to their cause, but that is for another time, for Fate has already chosen this new Hero.
Who is The Hero? Plan Format.
[][Name]-Write In.
[][Gender]-Male
[][Gender]-Female
[][Race]-Human: The most numerous and diverse race on Veruta, they are considered average in physical and magical ability, being seen as a Jack of All Trades.
[][Race]-High Elf: One of the three kinds of Elves that survived the Skyfall Cataclysm millennia ago and still live on the surface. High Elves are masters of magic and the arcane, but are a bit fragile compared to humans.
[][Race]-Sun Elf: A type of Elf noted for their strength and durability compared to others Elves, Sun Elves have a natural affinity towards Light Magic.
[][Race]-Moon Elf: Agile and stealthy and masterful archers, Moon Elves possess an affinity towards nature and illusions.
[][Race]-Dwarf: A short and stocky race, the Dwarves are tough and strong, and make fine blacksmiths and artificers.
[][Race]-Beastkin: The result of magical experimentation, The Beastkin look like humans with features from mammalian animals. They all possess the ability to turn into more ferocious and bestial forms.
[][Race]-Lizardfolk: Native to the southern jungles, The Lizardfolk are both tough and possess a natural affinity towards magic.
[][Race]-Skyborn: Gifted with a pair of bird like wings that can be summoned and dismissed at will, the Skyborn have a deep connection to Air Magic.
[][Class]-Fighter: Fighters focus on strength and physical combat, specializing in dealing damage at close range. Can Advance into: Knight, Dragoon, Samurai, Paladin, Berserker, or Hex-Blade.
[][Class]-Mage: Mages call upon the arcane to produce a variety of effects, usually at long range. Can Advance into: Summoner, Necromancer, Druid, Red Mage, Blue Mage, and Illusionist.
[][Class]-Rogue: Quick but fragile, Rogues are master of stealth and infiltration. Can Advance into: Thief, Assassin, Ninja, and Night-Blade.
[][Class]-Cleric: Drawing power from their Faith, Cleric can call upon Holy magic to heal and buff their allies, while damaging unholy creatures. Can Advance into: White Mage, Battle-Priest, and Templar.
[][Class]-Ranger: Woodsmen who favor the bow, Rangers have an animal companion at their side that aids them. Can Advance into: Sniper, Beast Master, Trapper, Trick Shot, and Dual Blade.
[][Class]-Bard: Assists their allies through the magic of their songs. Can Advance into: Battle-Dancer, Cantor, and Skald.
[][Class]-Monk: Calling upon their inner Ki, Monks are a force to be reckoned with. Does Not Advance.
[][Class]-Gunslinger: Using personally made firearms, The Gunslinger rains hell from afar. Does Not Advance.
[][Class]-Psion: Calling upon the eldritch power of their mind, Psions employ a combination of telepathy and psychokinesis to attack the opponent's mind directly, or to deal damage to his body . Does Not Advance.
Character Sheet
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Name: Solaire Faraam
Race: Sun Elf
Class: Cleric (Mwaltyrr)
HP: 200/200
MP: 200/200
Skills:
Shine: Basic Light Spell. Deals 1d6 HOLY damage.
Heal: Restores 1d6 HP to single target.
Bless: Increase target's ATK and DEF temporally.
Sunlight Blade: Imbue a weapon with HOLY damage.
Sunlight Spear: Throw a spear made of solar energy at 1 target, dealing 10 HOLY damage.
Praise The Sun: \[T]/
Mark of The Seraphim: Ascend and become a Divine Being and unleash a holy conflagration upon your enemies.
Race: Sun Elf
Class: Cleric (Mwaltyrr)
HP: 200/200
MP: 200/200
Skills:
Shine: Basic Light Spell. Deals 1d6 HOLY damage.
Heal: Restores 1d6 HP to single target.
Bless: Increase target's ATK and DEF temporally.
Sunlight Blade: Imbue a weapon with HOLY damage.
Sunlight Spear: Throw a spear made of solar energy at 1 target, dealing 10 HOLY damage.
Praise The Sun: \[T]/
Mark of The Seraphim: Ascend and become a Divine Being and unleash a holy conflagration upon your enemies.
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Party Sheet.
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Name: Arthur Smith
Race: Human
Class: Fighter
HP: 200/200
MP: 200/200
Skills:
Cleave: Deal a heavy blow, dealing 1d8 damage and lower the target's DEF.
Shield Bash: Stun a target and deal 1d4 damage.
Temper: Increase ATK.
Dual Slash: Deal two attacks that deal 1d4 damage each.
Shield Up!: Increases DEF.
Race: Human
Class: Fighter
HP: 200/200
MP: 200/200
Skills:
Cleave: Deal a heavy blow, dealing 1d8 damage and lower the target's DEF.
Shield Bash: Stun a target and deal 1d4 damage.
Temper: Increase ATK.
Dual Slash: Deal two attacks that deal 1d4 damage each.
Shield Up!: Increases DEF.
Name: Shateiel Qrow
Race: Skyborn
Class: Rouge
HP: 100/100
MP: 200/200
Skills:
Gust: Basic Wind Magic. Deal 1d6 damage and knock back a target.
Fly: Ascend to the skies.
Sneak: Turn Invisible, next attack will be a Critical Hit.
Thunder: Basic Storm Magic. Deal 1d6 damage and stun a target.
Rapid Slash: Attack three times, dealing 1d4 damage each strike.
Race: Skyborn
Class: Rouge
HP: 100/100
MP: 200/200
Skills:
Gust: Basic Wind Magic. Deal 1d6 damage and knock back a target.
Fly: Ascend to the skies.
Sneak: Turn Invisible, next attack will be a Critical Hit.
Thunder: Basic Storm Magic. Deal 1d6 damage and stun a target.
Rapid Slash: Attack three times, dealing 1d4 damage each strike.
Name: Lycaon Grey
Race: Beastkin (Wolf)
Class: Monk
HP: 200/200
Ki: 200/200
Skills:
Elemental Strike: Deal 1d6 damage and either apply Burn, Wet, Knockback, or Slow.
Ki Strike: Deal 1d10 damage.
Flurry of Blows: attack four times, dealing 1d4 damage each strike.
Beast Mode: Transform and increase ATK and DEF.
Meditate: Clear Debuffs and restore 1d6 HP.
Race: Beastkin (Wolf)
Class: Monk
HP: 200/200
Ki: 200/200
Skills:
Elemental Strike: Deal 1d6 damage and either apply Burn, Wet, Knockback, or Slow.
Ki Strike: Deal 1d10 damage.
Flurry of Blows: attack four times, dealing 1d4 damage each strike.
Beast Mode: Transform and increase ATK and DEF.
Meditate: Clear Debuffs and restore 1d6 HP.
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Character Creation Pt. 2
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One of the Sun Elves, who possess a connection to Light Magic along with great strength and endurance, and a Cleric as well? A understandable combination, yet oddly rare. There a many Paladins from this race, true, but too few are true priests who spread the word of the Gods. A shame truly, for they would make some of the greatest healers in all of Veruta. Still, a fine choice Fate seems to have made, though that raises the question, to which God this Hero favors?
There are many Gods in Veruta, especially in the far east where there is a Deity or "Kami" for nearly everything. However, the Gods that concern our Hero are those of the western kingdoms and their "Alliance". As a Sun Elf, he would certainly possess an affinity towards Mwaltyrr, God of The Sun and Father of The Sun Elves.
Though that is simply a suggestion, In truth, any of the six Gods within the Pantheon would work.There are many Gods in Veruta, especially in the far east where there is a Deity or "Kami" for nearly everything. However, the Gods that concern our Hero are those of the western kingdoms and their "Alliance". As a Sun Elf, he would certainly possess an affinity towards Mwaltyrr, God of The Sun and Father of The Sun Elves.
Which God Does The Hero Favor?
[][Devotion]- Mwaltyrr: The God of The Sun, and reigns as King of The Gods currently.
[][Devotion]- Owelia: Goddess of The Moon, Wife of Mwaltyrr and thus Queen of The Gods.
[][Devotion]- Fojun: God of Fire, The Crimson Warrior.
[][Devotion- Ziaris: Goddess of Earth, The Viridian Maiden.
[][Devotion]- Qunrasil: God of Water, The Azure Sage.
[][Devotion]- Kyzsyn: Goddess of The Sky, The Ivory Princess.
No Hero stands alone, for while they will possess power greater than many due to their nature, they are still but one person. So, it is often that Heroes will gather companions who will aid them in their journey. Our Hero seems to already possess a few allies already in the small village where he dwells, for the best Heroes often come from humble beginnings. Three Companions have been gathered already, but the question of who they are remains.
Who Are The Hero's First Companions? Pick Three.
[][Companion]- The Childhood Friend, Race: Human, Class: Fighter.
[][Companion]- The Young Archer, Race: Moon Elf, Class: Ranger.
[][Companion]- The Arcane Student, Race: High Elf, Class: Mage.
[][Companion]- The Scaled Psychic, Race: Lizardfolk, Class: Psion.
[][Companion]- The Silent Angel, Race: Skyborn, Class: Rogue.
[][Companion]- The Wandering Wolf, Race: Beastkin Class: Monk.
[][Companion]- The Bearded Sharpshooter, Race: Dwarf, Class: Gunslinger.
When a Hero is chosen, a Mark will appear upon them. This Hero's Mark is what grants the Hero their greater abilities that other do not have, and the appearance of the Mark will determine what powers they will have.
What Form Will The Mark Take?
[][Mark]-
[][Companion]- The Bearded Sharpshooter, Race: Dwarf, Class: Gunslinger.
When a Hero is chosen, a Mark will appear upon them. This Hero's Mark is what grants the Hero their greater abilities that other do not have, and the appearance of the Mark will determine what powers they will have.
What Form Will The Mark Take?
[][Mark]-
[][Mark]-
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The Adventure Begins.
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You are Solarie Faraam, a faithful Cleric of Mwaltyrr, God of The Sun. You live in the humble farming village of Golden Fields, with its bountiful wheat fields providing most of the income for the village. You are going to visit your childhood friend, Arthur Smith, an aspiring adventurer and who you consider your brother in all but blood. You blink as you felt a weight of your prayer book suddenly vanish and sigh. You search with your golden eyes, looking for the mischievous winged girl that you called friend, before looking up at the smirking face of a raven haired and dark winged Skyborn. She waves your prayer as she does a silent giggle, before tossing it back towards you.
You catch it with ease born from practice and put the small book back in its proper place. "Good morning to you as well Shateiel, how are you doing?" You ask, to which the mute flyer simply shrugged before giving you a small smile. Shateiel dismissed her wings as she landed and started walking alongside you as you made your way to Arthur's. You wave to a Moon Elf huntress who just brought in a fresh kill from the nearby forest, the High Elf mage who was picking up supplies for her teacher, the dwarf who was drinking his fill of ale and mead over at the tavern, and at the mysterious Lizardfolk that recently moved in.
As you and your silent companion got closer you both heard the sound of intense sparring. You glance at Shateiel, who shrugged and shook her head, making you sigh. It looks like Arthur and Lycaon were in the middle of one of their spars. You arrive at Arthur's house and go around the back to see the makeshift sparring ring and the two combatants. One was a brown haired and green eyed man in a blue shirt and black pants with leather boots and gloves, wielding a wooden sword and shield. The other combatant was a grey haired and yellow eyed beastkin with grey wolf ears and tail, wearing a white gi and pants with a navy blue belt. The first was Arthur and the beastkin was Lycaon, and the two were fighting like men possessed.
Every punch and kick was dodged, while every sword swing and shield bash was blocked. Both were clearly giving it their all, both breathing hard from exhaustion. They had clearly been at this for awhile for them to be so worn out. Both were grinning in exhilaration.
"Well I see you two have been having a good time, should we come back later?" You say out loud, catching the two's attention, while Shateiel wrote something in a small book she carried around. Arthur and Lycaon both look at each other sheepishly and decide to end their spar. Arthur puts away his practice weapons and walks up to greet you.
"Solaire, Sun Bro! How are you doing?" Arthur asked as he raised his hand for a high five, which you gave him while giving a small smile. Arthur always seemed to bounce back from anything with a boundless energy.
"I'm fine Arthur, just coming over to remind you that Mirabelle is finished fixing up your armor and shield." You told him. "Also, she wanted me to tell you that next time you think you try to tank a kick from a giant, she's going to beat you like a mule." Arthur gives a chuckle nervously at that.
Dwarven blacksmiths do not take kindly to stupidity, especially when it wrecks the armor they make.
Lycaon then walks up with bandages wrapped around his hands and fingerless gloves. "I am still amazed he survived that misadventure." the wolf beastkin said. "Arthur fly a few feet from the force of the kick, and the worse injury he had was a broken rib."
Arthur laughed heartily at that. "What can I say? I'm build tough as nails!" Lycaon gave him a flat look.
"Given your girlfriend, I imagine its needed." Lycaon said bluntly, making Shateiel and Arthur blush bright red and making the latter start stammering.
You sigh and pray to Mwaltyrr to give you strength. You then tense as a numbing sensation spreads across your back, followed by a slight burning feeling. You grunt and grit your teeth at the pain, while your friends notice quickly.
"Sun Bro, you ok?" Arthur asks, in concern. While Lycaon and Shateiel exchange confused glances.
"I feel like my back is on fire." You manage to get out. It felt like someone was pressing a hot branding iron on your back.
So painful, basically.
Lycaon walks up and his hands glow as he focuses his Ki and presses against your back, trying to soothe the pain. Soon enough the pain fades and is replaced by the earlier numbness.
The four of you go inside and you take of your shirt and your three friends blink as they stare at your back.
"Holy crap, that's some tattoo." Arthur says while Shateiel nods in agreement. Lycaon gives a look at whatever "tattoo" was on your back.
"Its looks like it was branded on your skin." The martial artist observed.
Before you can say anything, a scream pierces the air. You put the shirt back on and rush out the door with your friends following close behind. Outside, you see the village was burning and under attack by...
[]- Northmen clad in chainmail and animal pelts wielding axes and swords, with dire wolfs and berserkers.
[]- Insectoid creatures clad in armor and wielding weapons from the far east, with large red skinned ogres with massive clubs.
[]- Kobolds and Wyverns lead by creatures similar to Lizardfolk without tails and with horns that can breath fire.
[]- ZOMBIES and SKELETONS!
[]- Strange creatures that don't feel natural to the world.
[]- Automatons with advanced magitek weapons.
[]- A Combination of the above.
-[] Write In.
You catch it with ease born from practice and put the small book back in its proper place. "Good morning to you as well Shateiel, how are you doing?" You ask, to which the mute flyer simply shrugged before giving you a small smile. Shateiel dismissed her wings as she landed and started walking alongside you as you made your way to Arthur's. You wave to a Moon Elf huntress who just brought in a fresh kill from the nearby forest, the High Elf mage who was picking up supplies for her teacher, the dwarf who was drinking his fill of ale and mead over at the tavern, and at the mysterious Lizardfolk that recently moved in.
As you and your silent companion got closer you both heard the sound of intense sparring. You glance at Shateiel, who shrugged and shook her head, making you sigh. It looks like Arthur and Lycaon were in the middle of one of their spars. You arrive at Arthur's house and go around the back to see the makeshift sparring ring and the two combatants. One was a brown haired and green eyed man in a blue shirt and black pants with leather boots and gloves, wielding a wooden sword and shield. The other combatant was a grey haired and yellow eyed beastkin with grey wolf ears and tail, wearing a white gi and pants with a navy blue belt. The first was Arthur and the beastkin was Lycaon, and the two were fighting like men possessed.
Every punch and kick was dodged, while every sword swing and shield bash was blocked. Both were clearly giving it their all, both breathing hard from exhaustion. They had clearly been at this for awhile for them to be so worn out. Both were grinning in exhilaration.
"Well I see you two have been having a good time, should we come back later?" You say out loud, catching the two's attention, while Shateiel wrote something in a small book she carried around. Arthur and Lycaon both look at each other sheepishly and decide to end their spar. Arthur puts away his practice weapons and walks up to greet you.
"Solaire, Sun Bro! How are you doing?" Arthur asked as he raised his hand for a high five, which you gave him while giving a small smile. Arthur always seemed to bounce back from anything with a boundless energy.
"I'm fine Arthur, just coming over to remind you that Mirabelle is finished fixing up your armor and shield." You told him. "Also, she wanted me to tell you that next time you think you try to tank a kick from a giant, she's going to beat you like a mule." Arthur gives a chuckle nervously at that.
Dwarven blacksmiths do not take kindly to stupidity, especially when it wrecks the armor they make.
Lycaon then walks up with bandages wrapped around his hands and fingerless gloves. "I am still amazed he survived that misadventure." the wolf beastkin said. "Arthur fly a few feet from the force of the kick, and the worse injury he had was a broken rib."
Arthur laughed heartily at that. "What can I say? I'm build tough as nails!" Lycaon gave him a flat look.
"Given your girlfriend, I imagine its needed." Lycaon said bluntly, making Shateiel and Arthur blush bright red and making the latter start stammering.
You sigh and pray to Mwaltyrr to give you strength. You then tense as a numbing sensation spreads across your back, followed by a slight burning feeling. You grunt and grit your teeth at the pain, while your friends notice quickly.
"Sun Bro, you ok?" Arthur asks, in concern. While Lycaon and Shateiel exchange confused glances.
"I feel like my back is on fire." You manage to get out. It felt like someone was pressing a hot branding iron on your back.
So painful, basically.
Lycaon walks up and his hands glow as he focuses his Ki and presses against your back, trying to soothe the pain. Soon enough the pain fades and is replaced by the earlier numbness.
The four of you go inside and you take of your shirt and your three friends blink as they stare at your back.
"Holy crap, that's some tattoo." Arthur says while Shateiel nods in agreement. Lycaon gives a look at whatever "tattoo" was on your back.
"Its looks like it was branded on your skin." The martial artist observed.
Before you can say anything, a scream pierces the air. You put the shirt back on and rush out the door with your friends following close behind. Outside, you see the village was burning and under attack by...
[]- Northmen clad in chainmail and animal pelts wielding axes and swords, with dire wolfs and berserkers.
[]- Insectoid creatures clad in armor and wielding weapons from the far east, with large red skinned ogres with massive clubs.
[]- Kobolds and Wyverns lead by creatures similar to Lizardfolk without tails and with horns that can breath fire.
[]- ZOMBIES and SKELETONS!
[]- Strange creatures that don't feel natural to the world.
[]- Automatons with advanced magitek weapons.
[]- A Combination of the above.
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Surreal Escalation.
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The scene before you was like something out of a legend. Several different armies made of various warriors and creatures did battle with one another just outside the village, too busy fighting each other to raid the lightly defended farming village.
Savage Northmen swung their rune etched axes and clashed with the cursed steel of insectoid samurai, while reanimated rotting masses of Undead fought against the cold magical steel of ancient war machines. Eldritch beings from beyond this world did battle against draconian warriors. Trolls and Oni struggled for dominance, their supernatural might tested by each other, ravenous Ghouls gnawed at the armor of Automatons, while Strange Outsiders fought with actual Dragons.
You stared at the six way war going on just outside of your village with wide eyes and gaping mouth in surprise. Shateiel was munching on a snack that you had no idea where she got it from, Lycaon was making criticisms at some of the fighting styles of the combatants, while Arthur looked extremely excited.
You and your friends were soon joined by a few other people, such as the Moon Elf ranger who shared your shocked expression, the Dwarf was giving his tankard's contents a confused glance before shrugging and chugging it down anyway. The High Elf was furiously taking notes of the machines, draconian army, and Outsiders. The Lizardfolk's mouth was hanging open at the sight, before muttering something along the lines of "This was supposed to be a quiet town."
"I need to get my stuff!" Arthur exclaimed before running off, probably to Mirabelle's smithy to pick up his armor and weapon. It was then that you realized that you were still in your casual clothes while there was a massive battle right in front of you. It appeared that you weren't the only one to realize how unprepared they were for something like this.
You run off back to your home next to the local chapel, warning everyone you could see along the way to start evacuating the village. Thankfully no one questioned you, possibly due to the high visibility of the massive melee happening.
You bust through your front door and rush to where you kept your Cleric gear.
[Gained: Light Armor (Cleric), Straight Sword, Round Shield, Holy Symbol, x5 Health Potions, 300 Gold]
Equipping everything and drawing your blade, you rush out and meet up with a freshly armored and armed Arthur, Shateiel, and Lycaon. There was also the Dwarven Gunslinger, Moon Elf Ranger, High Elf Mage, and that mysterious Lizardfolk.
"Well, we're all here, let's get in there!" Arthur shouted before trying to make a beeline towards the fierce battle still happening, only to be pulled back by some unseen force. You noticed that Lizardfolk's eyes faintly glow.
"Are you mad?" The apparently telekinetic Lizardfolk asked. "The eight of us don't stand a chance against such massive forces."
"As much as I hate to admit it, the gecko be right lad." Said the Dwarf, getting an irritated glare from the Lizardfolk. "Even with as much booze I've had today, I ain't drunk enough to believe we could take on these odds."
"So what, do we just run?!" Lycaon shouted, gritting his teeth when the Dwarf nods. "Like Hell I'm leaving anyone behind!"
"Now I didn't say anything about leaving anybody behind lad, so hold your horses." Said the Dwarf while raising his hands. "I'm just saying we go with the rest of the evacuees before whoever wins turns their sights on this town."
You give a glance towards the battle and see that the Undead, Northmen, and Insectoids have been eliminated, leaving only the Machines, Outsiders, and Draconian armies left.
Lycaon still seems angry while Arthur sighs in disappointment, causing Shateiel to start patting her boyfriend on the back.
"I recommend we scavenge for supplies first before leaving, you never know what you might need." Suggested the Moon Elf.
"Good Idea, though we will need to hurry." The High Elf Agreed.
You decide to add you're own two cents in.
[]-Agree to Gathering Supplies before leaving.
-[] But do it quickly, you might not have a lot of time.
-[] Search carefully, you don't want to miss anything important.
[]-Start Evacuating Now, we don't have time to gather supplies.
[]-Eh, We Can Take Them.
Savage Northmen swung their rune etched axes and clashed with the cursed steel of insectoid samurai, while reanimated rotting masses of Undead fought against the cold magical steel of ancient war machines. Eldritch beings from beyond this world did battle against draconian warriors. Trolls and Oni struggled for dominance, their supernatural might tested by each other, ravenous Ghouls gnawed at the armor of Automatons, while Strange Outsiders fought with actual Dragons.
You stared at the six way war going on just outside of your village with wide eyes and gaping mouth in surprise. Shateiel was munching on a snack that you had no idea where she got it from, Lycaon was making criticisms at some of the fighting styles of the combatants, while Arthur looked extremely excited.
You and your friends were soon joined by a few other people, such as the Moon Elf ranger who shared your shocked expression, the Dwarf was giving his tankard's contents a confused glance before shrugging and chugging it down anyway. The High Elf was furiously taking notes of the machines, draconian army, and Outsiders. The Lizardfolk's mouth was hanging open at the sight, before muttering something along the lines of "This was supposed to be a quiet town."
"I need to get my stuff!" Arthur exclaimed before running off, probably to Mirabelle's smithy to pick up his armor and weapon. It was then that you realized that you were still in your casual clothes while there was a massive battle right in front of you. It appeared that you weren't the only one to realize how unprepared they were for something like this.
You run off back to your home next to the local chapel, warning everyone you could see along the way to start evacuating the village. Thankfully no one questioned you, possibly due to the high visibility of the massive melee happening.
You bust through your front door and rush to where you kept your Cleric gear.
[Gained: Light Armor (Cleric), Straight Sword, Round Shield, Holy Symbol, x5 Health Potions, 300 Gold]
Equipping everything and drawing your blade, you rush out and meet up with a freshly armored and armed Arthur, Shateiel, and Lycaon. There was also the Dwarven Gunslinger, Moon Elf Ranger, High Elf Mage, and that mysterious Lizardfolk.
"Well, we're all here, let's get in there!" Arthur shouted before trying to make a beeline towards the fierce battle still happening, only to be pulled back by some unseen force. You noticed that Lizardfolk's eyes faintly glow.
"Are you mad?" The apparently telekinetic Lizardfolk asked. "The eight of us don't stand a chance against such massive forces."
"As much as I hate to admit it, the gecko be right lad." Said the Dwarf, getting an irritated glare from the Lizardfolk. "Even with as much booze I've had today, I ain't drunk enough to believe we could take on these odds."
"So what, do we just run?!" Lycaon shouted, gritting his teeth when the Dwarf nods. "Like Hell I'm leaving anyone behind!"
"Now I didn't say anything about leaving anybody behind lad, so hold your horses." Said the Dwarf while raising his hands. "I'm just saying we go with the rest of the evacuees before whoever wins turns their sights on this town."
You give a glance towards the battle and see that the Undead, Northmen, and Insectoids have been eliminated, leaving only the Machines, Outsiders, and Draconian armies left.
Lycaon still seems angry while Arthur sighs in disappointment, causing Shateiel to start patting her boyfriend on the back.
"I recommend we scavenge for supplies first before leaving, you never know what you might need." Suggested the Moon Elf.
"Good Idea, though we will need to hurry." The High Elf Agreed.
You decide to add you're own two cents in.
[]-Agree to Gathering Supplies before leaving.
-[] But do it quickly, you might not have a lot of time.
-[] Search carefully, you don't want to miss anything important.
[]-Start Evacuating Now, we don't have time to gather supplies.
[]-Eh, We Can Take Them.
"The Temple Destroying Fist: Exile from the Midnight Sun"
- Location
- USA NYC
"The Temple Destroying Fist: Exile from the Midnight Sun"
Edit: Godamit almost forgot to thank my Betas @lordchaos99 @King Tharassian and @TheBlueHour
The clouds were white and fluffy on this sunny day. The forest was quiet and the waterfall mellow as it fell down with a soft murmur. The grass was a soft carpet covering the ground and its emerald expanse shifted with the wind riding over it, sending ripples all over the field in soft subtle waves. The waters sound brushed the air and added a ringing note like a musical chime to the atmosphere giving the whole scenic picture a tranquil feel and a clean crisp air. This melody of peaceful joy was burnt to a charred crisp by the black presence of a figure that made the air heavier. Drawing in the shadows around to cloak him in menace and fury as he strode forwards. His eyes saw only weakness and lack of strength when he looked at the world around him, If looks could kill he would have slaughtered everything around him long ago.
Around his matted and shaggy hair seemed to hang a thunder cloud of brutal force, a feeling of a violent storm about to blow through and create devastation within its wake. A semblance of a volcanic energy shrouded him in a haze of crimson bloodlust making his golden eyes appear all the sharper and piercing in their razor intensity. His body was a sculpture of raw searing might. The air was charged with thunder and the ground seemed to be pressed down by the immeasurable weight of this man's very being. His unified form one of hard razor edges and brutal angles. A beard surrounded his face bristly and rough that was black as soot giving him the look of his face being masked in charcoal.
But right now the man was directing that dread gaze of terrible earth shattering pain full force at the young boy with small wolf ears standing before him. The man towered over the boy as a black shadow of dread and terror that seized his heart up and shook his spine like a link of jangling chains.
The boy felt his knees melt like jelly and his arms turned to lead just being near the aura of raw breathing power that enveloped everything the man did.
The boy stood though defiant and determined looking up to the mountain of black dread with fear but also courage. There were many teachers in the village but none were as infamous for their strength and skill as this one silent malstrom of rage chained by a savage will. Whenever this storm front had gotten involved with the troubles of the village, whatever had been the issue was annihilated. Monsters, evil wizards, priests to dark and evil gods of pain and torment, whatever it was he destroyed it with a vicious and savage force that left nothing behind remaining of what it was. He took whatever reward the grateful people decided to give and then left to return to his little corner of the woods.
The Masters in the village gave a wide breadth of space when this man came through the village. Calling him a walking calamity and a force of chaotic destruction. Lycaon though had only grow more intrigued and had began to watch as the man trained using methods that could only be called insane as he broke his body apart again and again and showed no reaction to the pain he must be feeling. Acting like he was made of unbending iron.
Lycaon recalled the day he first felt the true power of this strange man. He had been hiding watching the fighter go about his routine after having hunted the warrior down to his lair. The man had been sitting and meditating out on the grass by the rushing waterfall. His face and entire body was covered in scars. Deep and malicious wounds that hurt to look at and they were carved into him like a intricately drawn tapestry.
The man even sitting down bore those past marks of battle and conflict with a fierce daring that defied any to attack him. Everything about the man screamed and howled for strife of some kind to come and find him. But now there was this stone cold quiet around him that was seeping out and diffusing into his environment. It was eerie how a man who's bloodlust washed out of him drowning others in a unstoppable tide like a liquid warzone, could achieve such a state of peace. The Masters in the village had taught that bloodlust could not allow for self reflection and inner truth, clouding the vision of those who sought it.
Yet the man's Aura was drawing closer around him and lurking deeper withing till Lycaon could barely feel the frightening pressure from before. The only thing that gave away the beastial power hidden withing him was his breathing which even when controlled and measured out like it was still gave off a scent like fiery smoke and frozen ash.
It was impossible to be true that a Aura could be so strong he could smell it, but this man's power from what he could feel exceeded even the strongest Master in the village, suffusing his senses. Lycaon had continued to watch the man as he felt something was going to happen and soon.
He did not know what it was but he could feel it build up in the shaking of the earth beneath his feet and the barely perceptible ripple in the sky.
It came out of nowhere the shout that shattered his ear drums and blasted him backwards. It was a roar that erupted from the pool of still quiet the mediating man had made around him. A shout that pulped trees and tore the earth in great rending gashes. The sound of the man's voice being wielded as a sonic blade to sheer the ground and split the sky, The force that had exploded out of his lungs was louder then thunder and snarled more then a raging wild fire.
It had every survival instinct in the boys mind activate all at once and scream to his muscles to run and he almost did, Lycaon almost left this seething place of primal energy and gave up on his mad quest to observe this creature with an aura like black flame simmering in a molten crimson haze. But Lycaon held on to his conviction and withstood the onslaught bombarding his senses to watch in terrified awe this display of a realm of power he had never dreamed could be reached by single man with Ki. The sky beginning to rain after the sound had ripped it asunder and cleaved the clouds apart. The force of it echoing and blaring in Lycaons ears for a solid five minutes. Forcing him to use his limited knowledge of Ki to heal his ruptured eardrums. Painfully knitting the bleeding flesh back together. After mending his wounds the best he could. The next sight to blast through his shaken vision. Was that of a great deluge falling from the sky like the hammer blows of a angered heaven.
Steam rising off the man where the rain impacted his figure and when the strokes of lightning began to fall he just sat there still and watched them smash to the ground around him. Lycaon was mesmerized by the unwavering ease the man was showing even as explosive death impacted all around him in a rising crescendo of blazing white wrath. A bolt came shattering through the clouds as a spear aimed straight at the man of miracles. Lycaon could not even cry out for the man to move before the white flash had flown past his eyes and blinded him. Searing light blasting through his mind and obliterating his thoughts, he reeled and flinched back from the explosion of agony that had shattered his already wounded senses.
Blinking his eyes his vision returned and with it came a sight to smash apart all the last remaining sense of reason in his head. The man was standing in the middle of the storm unharmed and when a flash ripped through his eyes when next he could see Lycaon observed that the man had moved position. He was still in the same posture and stance he had seen last but his location had changed. And every time the flash came through like a undreamed and unseen shadow the man flowed and danced through the pillars of the storm's fury.
With each movement the man seemed to be going faster and faster. The pace of his reappearance in Lycaon's vision growing to match the tempo of the storm to keep pace with the beat of the thunder and the splintering crash of the lighting. Lycaons vision had started to blur from staring at the man and yet it was still sharp enough to see that when the final flash of that particular sequence ended the man was right in front of him reaching with a hand held open like a grasping claw. All Lycaon could do as the hand grabbed him was imagine a great towering beast, heaving and snarling with bloodied fangs and lapping tongue pouncing towards him jaws open wide and fetid breath killing his ability to plan a way out of this death trap he had found himself in.
The only thing left was fight or flight and every instinct as a Beast-kin he had was telling him he would be hunted down and torn apart if he fled. So with no other option left he shifted and changed, his mind growing dark and savage with the power of the bestial blood that was his birthright. Unleashing a howl of fear and terror converted to desperate power, he charged with claws and fangs bared. The jaws of the beast clamped around the young wolfs throat and he knew death had come to rip his life away life and tear his soul from him. There was a feeling of a immense burning pressure that pressed down on all the sides of his skull before he was dropped onto the ground. He looked up and saw the Beast in all its glory and might looking down on him with eyes that crushed his will with their gaze and shattered his mettle with their focus.
"Tomorrow we will begin your lessons. You will come here at the normal time you have been arriving to spy and watch me"
The tone of his words harsh like a great cutting blade.
Lycaon replied with wonder shivering in his voice "How did you know I was here?' Looking to the man with astonishment held in his stare.
"By the Wisdom of Odin I could feel your energy and sense your Aura, anything more then that you will have to learn from me."
"Why are you swearing at me?" Lycaon asked in confusion
The man just looked at the boy without emotion on his face "I was speaking of the Technique I used to detect your presence."
"oh..."
The Master of the Midnight Sun erupted into bellowing laughter like a crackling hearth fire at the boy's reply. Lycaon started to laugh too in a nervous effort to get rid of the terrible embrasement. Hoping that by joining this strange mans mirth he could forget about his own folly. He was laughing so hard in a desperate bid to make up for his stupid reaction he never saw the fist coming his way until he felt the indent of knuckles impact his skull and break his nose. Sending him spinning and cartwheeling through the air to smash into a tree.
"Let that be your first lesson of battle. Always be ready to fight at a moments notice." He said smugly.
Lycaon for his part just glared at him and focused on healing his broken bones and bruised organs.
Edit: Godamit almost forgot to thank my Betas @lordchaos99 @King Tharassian and @TheBlueHour
The clouds were white and fluffy on this sunny day. The forest was quiet and the waterfall mellow as it fell down with a soft murmur. The grass was a soft carpet covering the ground and its emerald expanse shifted with the wind riding over it, sending ripples all over the field in soft subtle waves. The waters sound brushed the air and added a ringing note like a musical chime to the atmosphere giving the whole scenic picture a tranquil feel and a clean crisp air. This melody of peaceful joy was burnt to a charred crisp by the black presence of a figure that made the air heavier. Drawing in the shadows around to cloak him in menace and fury as he strode forwards. His eyes saw only weakness and lack of strength when he looked at the world around him, If looks could kill he would have slaughtered everything around him long ago.
Around his matted and shaggy hair seemed to hang a thunder cloud of brutal force, a feeling of a violent storm about to blow through and create devastation within its wake. A semblance of a volcanic energy shrouded him in a haze of crimson bloodlust making his golden eyes appear all the sharper and piercing in their razor intensity. His body was a sculpture of raw searing might. The air was charged with thunder and the ground seemed to be pressed down by the immeasurable weight of this man's very being. His unified form one of hard razor edges and brutal angles. A beard surrounded his face bristly and rough that was black as soot giving him the look of his face being masked in charcoal.
But right now the man was directing that dread gaze of terrible earth shattering pain full force at the young boy with small wolf ears standing before him. The man towered over the boy as a black shadow of dread and terror that seized his heart up and shook his spine like a link of jangling chains.
The boy felt his knees melt like jelly and his arms turned to lead just being near the aura of raw breathing power that enveloped everything the man did.
The boy stood though defiant and determined looking up to the mountain of black dread with fear but also courage. There were many teachers in the village but none were as infamous for their strength and skill as this one silent malstrom of rage chained by a savage will. Whenever this storm front had gotten involved with the troubles of the village, whatever had been the issue was annihilated. Monsters, evil wizards, priests to dark and evil gods of pain and torment, whatever it was he destroyed it with a vicious and savage force that left nothing behind remaining of what it was. He took whatever reward the grateful people decided to give and then left to return to his little corner of the woods.
The Masters in the village gave a wide breadth of space when this man came through the village. Calling him a walking calamity and a force of chaotic destruction. Lycaon though had only grow more intrigued and had began to watch as the man trained using methods that could only be called insane as he broke his body apart again and again and showed no reaction to the pain he must be feeling. Acting like he was made of unbending iron.
Lycaon recalled the day he first felt the true power of this strange man. He had been hiding watching the fighter go about his routine after having hunted the warrior down to his lair. The man had been sitting and meditating out on the grass by the rushing waterfall. His face and entire body was covered in scars. Deep and malicious wounds that hurt to look at and they were carved into him like a intricately drawn tapestry.
The man even sitting down bore those past marks of battle and conflict with a fierce daring that defied any to attack him. Everything about the man screamed and howled for strife of some kind to come and find him. But now there was this stone cold quiet around him that was seeping out and diffusing into his environment. It was eerie how a man who's bloodlust washed out of him drowning others in a unstoppable tide like a liquid warzone, could achieve such a state of peace. The Masters in the village had taught that bloodlust could not allow for self reflection and inner truth, clouding the vision of those who sought it.
Yet the man's Aura was drawing closer around him and lurking deeper withing till Lycaon could barely feel the frightening pressure from before. The only thing that gave away the beastial power hidden withing him was his breathing which even when controlled and measured out like it was still gave off a scent like fiery smoke and frozen ash.
It was impossible to be true that a Aura could be so strong he could smell it, but this man's power from what he could feel exceeded even the strongest Master in the village, suffusing his senses. Lycaon had continued to watch the man as he felt something was going to happen and soon.
He did not know what it was but he could feel it build up in the shaking of the earth beneath his feet and the barely perceptible ripple in the sky.
It came out of nowhere the shout that shattered his ear drums and blasted him backwards. It was a roar that erupted from the pool of still quiet the mediating man had made around him. A shout that pulped trees and tore the earth in great rending gashes. The sound of the man's voice being wielded as a sonic blade to sheer the ground and split the sky, The force that had exploded out of his lungs was louder then thunder and snarled more then a raging wild fire.
It had every survival instinct in the boys mind activate all at once and scream to his muscles to run and he almost did, Lycaon almost left this seething place of primal energy and gave up on his mad quest to observe this creature with an aura like black flame simmering in a molten crimson haze. But Lycaon held on to his conviction and withstood the onslaught bombarding his senses to watch in terrified awe this display of a realm of power he had never dreamed could be reached by single man with Ki. The sky beginning to rain after the sound had ripped it asunder and cleaved the clouds apart. The force of it echoing and blaring in Lycaons ears for a solid five minutes. Forcing him to use his limited knowledge of Ki to heal his ruptured eardrums. Painfully knitting the bleeding flesh back together. After mending his wounds the best he could. The next sight to blast through his shaken vision. Was that of a great deluge falling from the sky like the hammer blows of a angered heaven.
Steam rising off the man where the rain impacted his figure and when the strokes of lightning began to fall he just sat there still and watched them smash to the ground around him. Lycaon was mesmerized by the unwavering ease the man was showing even as explosive death impacted all around him in a rising crescendo of blazing white wrath. A bolt came shattering through the clouds as a spear aimed straight at the man of miracles. Lycaon could not even cry out for the man to move before the white flash had flown past his eyes and blinded him. Searing light blasting through his mind and obliterating his thoughts, he reeled and flinched back from the explosion of agony that had shattered his already wounded senses.
Blinking his eyes his vision returned and with it came a sight to smash apart all the last remaining sense of reason in his head. The man was standing in the middle of the storm unharmed and when a flash ripped through his eyes when next he could see Lycaon observed that the man had moved position. He was still in the same posture and stance he had seen last but his location had changed. And every time the flash came through like a undreamed and unseen shadow the man flowed and danced through the pillars of the storm's fury.
With each movement the man seemed to be going faster and faster. The pace of his reappearance in Lycaon's vision growing to match the tempo of the storm to keep pace with the beat of the thunder and the splintering crash of the lighting. Lycaons vision had started to blur from staring at the man and yet it was still sharp enough to see that when the final flash of that particular sequence ended the man was right in front of him reaching with a hand held open like a grasping claw. All Lycaon could do as the hand grabbed him was imagine a great towering beast, heaving and snarling with bloodied fangs and lapping tongue pouncing towards him jaws open wide and fetid breath killing his ability to plan a way out of this death trap he had found himself in.
The only thing left was fight or flight and every instinct as a Beast-kin he had was telling him he would be hunted down and torn apart if he fled. So with no other option left he shifted and changed, his mind growing dark and savage with the power of the bestial blood that was his birthright. Unleashing a howl of fear and terror converted to desperate power, he charged with claws and fangs bared. The jaws of the beast clamped around the young wolfs throat and he knew death had come to rip his life away life and tear his soul from him. There was a feeling of a immense burning pressure that pressed down on all the sides of his skull before he was dropped onto the ground. He looked up and saw the Beast in all its glory and might looking down on him with eyes that crushed his will with their gaze and shattered his mettle with their focus.
"Tomorrow we will begin your lessons. You will come here at the normal time you have been arriving to spy and watch me"
The tone of his words harsh like a great cutting blade.
Lycaon replied with wonder shivering in his voice "How did you know I was here?' Looking to the man with astonishment held in his stare.
"By the Wisdom of Odin I could feel your energy and sense your Aura, anything more then that you will have to learn from me."
"Why are you swearing at me?" Lycaon asked in confusion
The man just looked at the boy without emotion on his face "I was speaking of the Technique I used to detect your presence."
"oh..."
The Master of the Midnight Sun erupted into bellowing laughter like a crackling hearth fire at the boy's reply. Lycaon started to laugh too in a nervous effort to get rid of the terrible embrasement. Hoping that by joining this strange mans mirth he could forget about his own folly. He was laughing so hard in a desperate bid to make up for his stupid reaction he never saw the fist coming his way until he felt the indent of knuckles impact his skull and break his nose. Sending him spinning and cartwheeling through the air to smash into a tree.
"Let that be your first lesson of battle. Always be ready to fight at a moments notice." He said smugly.
Lycaon for his part just glared at him and focused on healing his broken bones and bruised organs.
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Loot and The First Battle
- Location
- USA
"We will salvage supplies, keeps your eyes open and be careful." You said, to which the party nodded. Everyone scoured the village for anything useful, and found some useful supplies, but noting particularly spectacular beyond a silvery metal ring with a amethyst gem that could protect the wearer from magic. The psychic Lizardman had found a mace and a pair of antidotes. You and the Moon Elf ranger found some Health Potions, while Lycaon found a shirt of chain-mail. Arthur found a Revive Potion, a rare find to be sure.
The other members sadly hadn't found anything. "Glad you lot found something at least." Said the Dwarf with some annoyance, while Shateiel shrugged and the High Elf girl seemed disappointed.
"Either way, I say we leave now." The Lizardman said, his new mace resting on his shoulder.
You and the others nodded, there was nothing less in the village. The rag tag party made their way to the edge of the village, doing their best to keep out of sight, though some were having trouble as their armor or size made it difficult to sneak.
You noticed that the sounds of fighting had stopped when you and the group made it just outside the village. "The fighting appears to have stopped. Hear that? Nothing, no more sounds of battle." You said. "We need to hurry, it's only a matter of time before-"
"HALT!" A rough, growling voice called out.
"Ah, crap baskets." Arthur cursed as the group eight turned to see a group of draconic enemies. Six Kobolds and two Dragonborn, all roughed up but still in fighting shape, their weapons and armor covered in blood, oil, and a strange ichor.
"Lesser beings, bow and prostrate yourselves before your betters, and you may be spared." Commanded one of the Dragonborn, this one with red scales and a scar over their right eye.
"How about you take your fancy looking stick, and shove it up your arse!" Replied the Dwarf as he drew his guns, which was followed by the rest of the group drawing their own weapons.
You don't know how, but you managed to split the enemy into two groups of one Dragonborn and three Kobolds, four enemies in total. Your group split up evenly to match them, and you had Arthur, Lycaon, and Shateiel backing you up. The Dwarf, High Elf, Moon Elf, and Lizardfolk were dealing with the other group, led by the red scaled Dragonborn.
Now then, how do you deal with these guys?
[]-Plan
-[][Solarie] Write In.
-[][Arthur] Write In.
-[][Shateiel] Write In.
-[][Lycaon] Write In.
You'll get more data after defeating them.
The other members sadly hadn't found anything. "Glad you lot found something at least." Said the Dwarf with some annoyance, while Shateiel shrugged and the High Elf girl seemed disappointed.
"Either way, I say we leave now." The Lizardman said, his new mace resting on his shoulder.
You and the others nodded, there was nothing less in the village. The rag tag party made their way to the edge of the village, doing their best to keep out of sight, though some were having trouble as their armor or size made it difficult to sneak.
You noticed that the sounds of fighting had stopped when you and the group made it just outside the village. "The fighting appears to have stopped. Hear that? Nothing, no more sounds of battle." You said. "We need to hurry, it's only a matter of time before-"
"HALT!" A rough, growling voice called out.
"Ah, crap baskets." Arthur cursed as the group eight turned to see a group of draconic enemies. Six Kobolds and two Dragonborn, all roughed up but still in fighting shape, their weapons and armor covered in blood, oil, and a strange ichor.
"Lesser beings, bow and prostrate yourselves before your betters, and you may be spared." Commanded one of the Dragonborn, this one with red scales and a scar over their right eye.
"How about you take your fancy looking stick, and shove it up your arse!" Replied the Dwarf as he drew his guns, which was followed by the rest of the group drawing their own weapons.
You don't know how, but you managed to split the enemy into two groups of one Dragonborn and three Kobolds, four enemies in total. Your group split up evenly to match them, and you had Arthur, Lycaon, and Shateiel backing you up. The Dwarf, High Elf, Moon Elf, and Lizardfolk were dealing with the other group, led by the red scaled Dragonborn.
Now then, how do you deal with these guys?
[]-Plan
-[][Solarie] Write In.
-[][Arthur] Write In.
-[][Shateiel] Write In.
-[][Lycaon] Write In.
Kobold
50/50 HP
100/100 MP
Frost Dragonborn
100/100 HP
100/100 MP
Frost Breath: AOE, 1d8 Damage.
50/50 HP
100/100 MP
Frost Dragonborn
100/100 HP
100/100 MP
Frost Breath: AOE, 1d8 Damage.
You'll get more data after defeating them.