Adventures in the Ageless Land (Title Pending)
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A silent battlecry? I can't help but imagine us furiously miming our bloodthirsty intentions at the goblin as we fall down the tree...
[x] Fight
-[x] Snap the neck of the enemy you are currently fighting and climb back up the tree, searching for another opportunity to rain death from above.
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- Location
- The Shrine of the Muse
- Pronouns
- She/They
Could you rephrase the vote to actually conform with the voting.
It would look something like this:
[ ] Fight
-[ ] Snap the neck of the enemy you are currently fighting and climb back up the tree, searching for another opportunity to rain death from above
Ooh an update 
*reads* Hmm, well I completely missed the invisitext at first so I'll go with this.
[X] Your name is Francesca of Lowbrith, Daughter of Heroes, last child of Sorcerer's Rest and you will Survive.
Although, that does bring up some questions, like what happened to the village? It was fine when we left, I think. We didn't black out and the voices take control and burn it down, did they? The voices are being awfully helpful... Quite worrying. If we were going to just let them take over like they want, would they be able to end the battle right now?
*reads* Hmm, well I completely missed the invisitext at first so I'll go with this.[X] Your name is Francesca of Lowbrith, Daughter of Heroes, last child of Sorcerer's Rest and you will Survive.
Although, that does bring up some questions, like what happened to the village? It was fine when we left, I think. We didn't black out and the voices take control and burn it down, did they? The voices are being awfully helpful... Quite worrying. If we were going to just let them take over like they want, would they be able to end the battle right now?
LucidProp
Pocky Eating MafiaDoka
The place we left is Hawk's Rest. Sorcerer's Rest is a different place entirely, probably our original hometown.Ooh an update
[X] Your name is Francesca of Lowbrith, Daughter of Heroes, last child of Sorcerer's Rest and you will Survive.
Although, that does bring up some questions, like what happened to the village? It was fine when we left, I think. We didn't black out and the voices take control and burn it down, did they? The voices are being awfully helpful... Quite worrying. If we were going to just let them take over like they want, would they be able to end the battle right now?
- Location
- The Shrine of the Muse
- Pronouns
- She/They
I'll be closing the vote on Sunday because I want to give time for more voters to arrive.
The Tall Dwarf's Character Sheet has been updated, due to the foregone conlcusion of the vote, though I'd want to see the bandwagon overturned.
Is there anything you want to ask me?
The Tall Dwarf's Character Sheet has been updated, due to the foregone conlcusion of the vote, though I'd want to see the bandwagon overturned.
Is there anything you want to ask me?
- Location
- The Shrine of the Muse
- Pronouns
- She/They
Francesca would have some problems, but she might be able to end the battle quickly, though she has to do it quickly, she's tiring fast and needs sleep
I do not see what the problem is. We have always been helpful, don't you trust us?
Sorcerer's Rest is a different place, but it is not any place that Isabelle has heard of, it is, or more accurately, was, Francesca's Home Town
Hawk's Rest is fine, nothing bad has happened to it. There is no cause for alarm.
Must admit, I didn't foresee that outcome, I just wrote it down because I figured it would fit.
- Location
- The Shrine of the Muse
- Pronouns
- She/They
Time to roll for everyone else.
Francesa Rolls:
Combat: 81 - 10 (Tiring) = 71
Situation Awareness: 20 = 20
There is more power....: 91 = 91
Entity 1: 11
Entity 2: 59
Entity 3: 65
Entity 4: 22
Isabella: 73
Combat:
Francesa vs Entities
71 + 20 (Situation awareness) + 91(There is more power....) = 182 vs 11, 59, 65 + 5 (Flanking) = 140
Francesca Minor victory
Francesca targets Entity 1
Damage Rolls: 12 + 6 + 14 (Mirage Dance) + 30 (Fighter Skill) + 25 (Swordsman Skill) = 87% Damage
Isabella vs Entity 4
73 vs 22
Isabella success
Damage Rolls: 16 + 25 (Unarmed Skill) + 15 (Strength Bonus) + 20 (Fighter Skill)
Entity 4 is No More.
Combat Results:
Francesa Repositions
Entity 1 is at 13% Health
Isabella has killed Entity 4
Isabella looted "Rusty Iron Dagger"
First Fire Spreading....
Francesa Rolls:
Combat: 81 - 10 (Tiring) = 71
Situation Awareness: 20 = 20
There is more power....: 91 = 91
Entity 1: 11
Entity 2: 59
Entity 3: 65
Entity 4: 22
Isabella: 73
Combat:
Francesa vs Entities
71 + 20 (Situation awareness) + 91(There is more power....) = 182 vs 11, 59, 65 + 5 (Flanking) = 140
Francesca Minor victory
Francesca targets Entity 1
Damage Rolls: 12 + 6 + 14 (Mirage Dance) + 30 (Fighter Skill) + 25 (Swordsman Skill) = 87% Damage
Isabella vs Entity 4
73 vs 22
Isabella success
Damage Rolls: 16 + 25 (Unarmed Skill) + 15 (Strength Bonus) + 20 (Fighter Skill)
Entity 4 is No More.
Combat Results:
Francesa Repositions
Entity 1 is at 13% Health
Isabella has killed Entity 4
Isabella looted "Rusty Iron Dagger"
First Fire Spreading....
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I meant to reply a couple of days ago and got distracted with another quest on SB lol
This just makes me suspicious...
The fire seems to be spreading[/QUOTE]
...Forest fire? But there isn't any forest fire-
Yeah, I seem to have got them mixed up
This just makes me suspicious... The fire seems to be spreading[/QUOTE]
Francesca, Last Child of Sorcerer's Rest
- Location
- The Shrine of the Muse
- Pronouns
- She/They
Your name is Francesca and you are in something of a bind, though that wouldn't be an accurate term, that term implies that you have a knife to your throat, a bind would be tied to a chair with a knife to your throat, or answering awkward questions to someone who is short-tempered and holding a sharp sword. Instead you have three entities surrounding you, which is still a bad situation but its not a bind, more something along the side of a hard fight, not like you're not used to it.
Flashes of a burning home, blood, so much blood. A family killed, vengeance sworn.
You raise your sword into a hanging left guard once again, a grim realization that you might well die here flows through your mind. Though, there is an increase in power flowing through your body, is this the will of the Gods? That question however, can wait as the flow of power into your body increases your confidence, your stance is one less of grim determination and more one of subtle confidence, just slightly intimidating.
You stand with barely concealed fury as well, your fury burns like the fires of hell, the fires that have consumed better men than you, fires that have forged better blades than what you wield. A grand fire that shall consume them.
You could get used to this, you can take on the world with this
As if on command, the entities start moving towards you. Their eyes flash through the dark, for creatures of the night, they are not well suited to this whole stealth business, their eyes give them away to anyone with a set of eyes and their cackling allows anyone with a set of functioning ears to hear them.
Your skills as a swordswoman pays off as you (near) effortlessly, block off their attacks, iron flashing in the low light as your swords slices through the night air, warding off ill advised attacks on their part, the speed of your blade surprises even yourself, one of the entities in particular annoys you, maybe it's the incessant cackling, but they all do that. The aforementioned entity tries to bite your left hand, but you smack down that attack with your left wrist, covered with an iron brace, you take a piece of amusement from its confusion at the strangely metallic quality of your flesh, you throw it off as the amusement factor wares off. This particular one will be the target of your offense.
You shift from Hanging Left to Ox Guard, Defensive to Aggressive, the entity looks surprised by your sudden offensive and you smirk, why wouldn't you, this was where the flow of battle would turn, the secrets of your Uncle's sword style 'Mirage Dance' come to you easily as your sword cuts through its chest, a shallow cut, but you can do better.
It's too slow, they're always too slow to stop your blade
You move forward faster, you need to move faster to do better, your sword slashing horizontally towards its neck, its right-hand blocks and catches the sword, oddly enough. Not like you care, you kick it down and stomp your boot onto its ugly face, bloodying it good and removing your sword from its grip. You bring your foot down on its head again and again and again, surprisingly not doing much to its skull, you would have expected for it to split like an overripe melon, but instead it remains intact. You'll have to see to that soon, though there remains the matter of its cohorts.
If they know what hope is, you'll stomp out any embers they have of it
You turn around and notice the other two have started to back away from you. You initially wonder why but under the sound of their cackling, there is the sound of a fire spreading. Behind you, it'd seem that your torch has caused a wildfire.
STOMP OUT THEIR HOPE!
You look to where you heard the other source of cackling, as it is shut off, the elf (tch) drops under a dagger lunge, a right hand grabs the wrist holding the dagger, the left elbow smacks the entity in the face and moves it backwards as she swings her newly acquired dagger in a wide arc, making something of a red arc, killing the entity where it stood, the elf makes to move towards the trees.
In summary, your back is to a spreading wildfire, there is three entities left, two are backing off from you, one is nearly dead, and the elf is about to start climbing trees, to retreat or to jump onto one of the entities, you're not sure. Though your annoyed that the elf has kept schtum this entire time. There are several things that you could still do.
[ ] Fight
-[ ] How?
-[ ] Execute the downed entity (Free Action)
--[ ] What target?
---[ ] Taunt?
[ ] Your name is Isabelle the Possessed, you travel to find love, you are fighting for no reason aside from your own.
The delayed update, not exactly happy with this one, but eh, I just wrote this one up in about an hour-ish. I just was unable to write it earlier because I had some tests to revise for.
Flashes of a burning home, blood, so much blood. A family killed, vengeance sworn.
You raise your sword into a hanging left guard once again, a grim realization that you might well die here flows through your mind. Though, there is an increase in power flowing through your body, is this the will of the Gods? That question however, can wait as the flow of power into your body increases your confidence, your stance is one less of grim determination and more one of subtle confidence, just slightly intimidating.
You stand with barely concealed fury as well, your fury burns like the fires of hell, the fires that have consumed better men than you, fires that have forged better blades than what you wield. A grand fire that shall consume them.
You could get used to this, you can take on the world with this
"Come at me!"
As if on command, the entities start moving towards you. Their eyes flash through the dark, for creatures of the night, they are not well suited to this whole stealth business, their eyes give them away to anyone with a set of eyes and their cackling allows anyone with a set of functioning ears to hear them.
Your skills as a swordswoman pays off as you (near) effortlessly, block off their attacks, iron flashing in the low light as your swords slices through the night air, warding off ill advised attacks on their part, the speed of your blade surprises even yourself, one of the entities in particular annoys you, maybe it's the incessant cackling, but they all do that. The aforementioned entity tries to bite your left hand, but you smack down that attack with your left wrist, covered with an iron brace, you take a piece of amusement from its confusion at the strangely metallic quality of your flesh, you throw it off as the amusement factor wares off. This particular one will be the target of your offense.
You shift from Hanging Left to Ox Guard, Defensive to Aggressive, the entity looks surprised by your sudden offensive and you smirk, why wouldn't you, this was where the flow of battle would turn, the secrets of your Uncle's sword style 'Mirage Dance' come to you easily as your sword cuts through its chest, a shallow cut, but you can do better.
It's too slow, they're always too slow to stop your blade
You move forward faster, you need to move faster to do better, your sword slashing horizontally towards its neck, its right-hand blocks and catches the sword, oddly enough. Not like you care, you kick it down and stomp your boot onto its ugly face, bloodying it good and removing your sword from its grip. You bring your foot down on its head again and again and again, surprisingly not doing much to its skull, you would have expected for it to split like an overripe melon, but instead it remains intact. You'll have to see to that soon, though there remains the matter of its cohorts.
If they know what hope is, you'll stomp out any embers they have of it
You turn around and notice the other two have started to back away from you. You initially wonder why but under the sound of their cackling, there is the sound of a fire spreading. Behind you, it'd seem that your torch has caused a wildfire.
STOMP OUT THEIR HOPE!
You look to where you heard the other source of cackling, as it is shut off, the elf (tch) drops under a dagger lunge, a right hand grabs the wrist holding the dagger, the left elbow smacks the entity in the face and moves it backwards as she swings her newly acquired dagger in a wide arc, making something of a red arc, killing the entity where it stood, the elf makes to move towards the trees.
In summary, your back is to a spreading wildfire, there is three entities left, two are backing off from you, one is nearly dead, and the elf is about to start climbing trees, to retreat or to jump onto one of the entities, you're not sure. Though your annoyed that the elf has kept schtum this entire time. There are several things that you could still do.
[ ] Fight
-[ ] How?
-[ ] Execute the downed entity (Free Action)
--[ ] What target?
---[ ] Taunt?
[ ] Your name is Isabelle the Possessed, you travel to find love, you are fighting for no reason aside from your own.
The delayed update, not exactly happy with this one, but eh, I just wrote this one up in about an hour-ish. I just was unable to write it earlier because I had some tests to revise for.
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- Location
- The Shrine of the Muse
- Pronouns
- She/They
You just switched character why are you switching again?
LucidProp
Pocky Eating MafiaDoka
It's an addiction. The Invisitext-
It-
It calls to me.
[X] Fight
-[X] Execute the downed entity (Free Action)
-[X] Wait and see who the Elf targets, then pounce on the remaining enemy.
- Location
- The Shrine of the Muse
- Pronouns
- She/They
You could always vote for some combat actions. I really hope that Francesca survives, she's what remains of the plot
After all, you could order Francesca to push forward in an action to get away from the forest fire.
- Location
- The Shrine of the Muse
- Pronouns
- She/They
I suppose, not enough never-ending misery, necrosis and not caring any more. More importantly, finally, someone has guessed what I based this entire setting off.