Lady Luck: A Roll to Dodge Adventure (IC)

[Zeitgeist Blue]

"Chosen of the Lady," Genten intoned, having another illusion of an angel appear before a group of people as Genten's voice echoed through the halls. "Welcome to my halls. I am the one known as 'Genten'. I would like to apologize for the rough arrival; I feel my Luck-induced spell to bring you all here was a little too powerful."

"Regardless, I have brought you here for a reason:" Genten continued. "To talk of way to collaberate so that we don't step on each other's toes in this new world, and so we don't do anything that might threaten this world without one of us taking action to deal with the resulting problem. And, perhaps, work together so our efforts prove greater than they would be if they were apart."

"However, due to my teleportation of you, we will have to... ugh... be quick with negotiations," Genten moaned, its structures starting to groan under the weight of all the beings. "I will return you all from where you came from shortly, if you don't decide to walk out of here yourselves. Be warned; I am flying us in midair, trying to find my floating island, so you will need a method to fly if you do leave that way."

Genten created paper and pens in front of each of the summoned that were still living.

"To make this quick," Genten stated, "please, put down your desires for yourselves and this world on these papers. I'll collect them shortly, and study them to... ugh... see where we might collaberate, work together, and avoid going cross-purposes."

"If you wish to speak with me for a purpose, just talk," Genten continued. "I am this Cathedral, after all; as long as you are in my halls, I will hear you."

With that, Genten redoubled their efforts to find their floating island. It had become more urgent to reach it before they collapsed.

"Fortuna..." Genten stated, "I might suggest getting your girls and my children prepared to evacuate... I hope its not needed, but I'm not sure my current form can withstand much more of this."

Click to shrink...

The bear stared at the paper that appeared before it. The pen beside was equally inconvenient.

Ugh.

Useless. More than useless.

The bear swept a paw, scattering the items before the Captain's seat. It knew, of course, what they were meant for. Forest trees brushes against the walls and ceilings of the structure and it could understand what this 'Genten' who was a 'cathedral' meant even as its illusion spoke the foreign words at the foot of the crowd.

Our objectives align Genten, the bear communicated at the speed of thought even as the fleet around it powered up their engines and rose from the cathedral floor as carefully as they could in such a confined space. You wish to protect our world and the Forest claims dominion over all the land. We are natural allies.

One of the glowing trees mounted on a ship's hull broke off from the roots and fell, spilling branches and seeds onto the masonry. This is the vehicle of my communication. Plant more, anywhere, if you wish to converse or to call for aid. I shall come.

Now, we shall relieve from you.

The ships filed, one after the other, through the massive cathedral doors (more like the blast doors of a ship docking bay) and outside they found themselves, high above in the atmosphere where the air was thin but breathable.

The small fleet hovered there. The bear watched as the cathedral flew farther away. The structure was huge beyond compare, it had to be to be able to house, barely, several fleets and an assortment of humanoids. Finally, it became a speck on the horizon and the bear spoke from its seat.

"Set course to Hundred Acre. Take your time."

As they flew, the bear willed the Forest to contort. There, from the very center of where it had wished more of its kind to join it in this world, where the largest concentration of bears lived off the Forest, the trees grew and weaved, and melded and split.

There, Luck willing, waiting for their arrival would be a city of wood, of scope like Genten, the living cathedral.

(OOC: +1 to Forest Rolls)

Zeitgeist Blue threw 1 6-faced dice. Reason: Hundred Acre City Total: 6

 

[MrEgret]

A shiver runs through you. Blackness, evil, malevolence... something dark has awakened.

That makes it all the more imperative that you show the world that there are those who stand up for the light!

The Banner of Justice is raised. There is no going back. Now and forever, all will know you as an ally of justice. And as if the universe wanted to help you emphasize your stance even more, everyone is teleported to a cathedral, giving your banner an awesome backdrop.

Unfortunately, you're a little too Dead to appreciate it, due to having been telefrag'd into a wall. Along with all of your crew.

...no. How can justice be served if you cannot be there to see it through?! You won't allow your death to hamper the cause!

And with that, you and your crew have returned to life inside the cathedral.

+1 to all justice rolls.

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Cardiff shook herself, in an attempt to throw off the rest of the chill of the underworld from her. That... was not pleasant, she thought. Even though it had lasted for only a few seconds, it felt like an eternity.

Thanks heavens the Captain was here. His 「determination」was powerful enough to forge a path between the afterlife and the real world, and his 「ring」was able to light the way for the rest of us. But if we could die so easily as a result of the magic of Luck, then none of us would be much use to him if he decided to bring another of the Blessed to justice.

We need to be stronger.

"...I wish I had paused to listen to you before acting," Genten's illusionary angel sighed at Fortuna, facepalming.

After a moment, Genten felt a growing pain in their body. Their real body of the Cathedral, not the illusionary body Genten had projected within its walls. Their will of teleporting seemed to have gone horribly right, teleporting several people in the walls, and teleporting all their posessions in as well.

The flying cathedral shivered as it tried to stay aloft, at least long enough to land.

They'd have to make the negotations quick... before they collapsed under their weight.

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"Chosen of the Lady," Genten intoned, having another illusion of an angel appear before a group of people as Genten's voice echoed through the halls. "Welcome to my halls. I am the one known as 'Genten'. I would like to apologize for the rough arrival; I feel my Luck-induced spell to bring you all here was a little too powerful."

"Regardless, I have brought you here for a reason:" Genten continued. "To talk of way to collaberate so that we don't step on each other's toes in this new world, and so we don't do anything that might threaten this world without one of us taking action to deal with the resulting problem. And, perhaps, work together so our efforts prove greater than they would be if they were apart."

"However, due to my teleportation of you, we will have to... ugh... be quick with negotiations," Genten moaned, its structures starting to groan under the weight of all the beings. "I will return you all from where you came from shortly, if you don't decide to walk out of here yourselves. Be warned; I am flying us in midair, trying to find my floating island, so you will need a method to fly if you do leave that way."

Genten created paper and pens in front of each of the summoned that were still living.

"To make this quick," Genten stated, "please, put down your desires for yourselves and this world on these papers. I'll collect them shortly, and study them to... ugh... see where we might collaberate, work together, and avoid going cross-purposes."

"If you wish to speak with me for a purpose, just talk," Genten continued. "I am this Cathedral, after all; as long as you are in my halls, I will hear you."

With that, Genten redoubled their efforts to find their floating island. It had become more urgent to reach it before they collapsed.

"Fortuna..." Genten stated, "I might suggest getting your girls and my children prepared to evacuate... I hope its not needed, but I'm not sure my current form can withstand much more of this."

Click to shrink...

"Desires: To serve the public trust. To protect the innocent. To uphold the law. To stand as a bastion of Righteousness against those who would visit Evil upon the world.

Addenum: To become strong enough that absolutely nothing can prevent us from doing so."

Those were the words Cardiff wrote on the paper.

And the power of Lady Luck began to shift.

(OOC: Crunch-wise, I'm rolling for the rest of the crew to ascend to around where the Captain is in terms of power.)

EDIT: Based Dice Gods.

MrEgret threw 1 6-faced dice. Reason: MORE POWER, SCOTTY Total: 6

 

[RadioactiveSpoon]

Wait... Enydnu is outside the Pimpwalker. You can't talk to her with the required level of stealth without getting out of the Walker and letting the scientist see you. And some sort of pulse of darkness and evil seems to be blocking your attempts at telepathy...

...wait, you're in a cathedral. When did that happen?

+1 to next roll to dodge Genten.

Click to shrink...

"Chosen of the Lady," Genten intoned, having another illusion of an angel appear before a group of people as Genten's voice echoed through the halls. "Welcome to my halls. I am the one known as 'Genten'. I would like to apologize for the rough arrival; I feel my Luck-induced spell to bring you all here was a little too powerful."

"Regardless, I have brought you here for a reason:" Genten continued. "To talk of way to collaberate so that we don't step on each other's toes in this new world, and so we don't do anything that might threaten this world without one of us taking action to deal with the resulting problem. And, perhaps, work together so our efforts prove greater than they would be if they were apart."

"However, due to my teleportation of you, we will have to... ugh... be quick with negotiations," Genten moaned, its structures starting to groan under the weight of all the beings. "I will return you all from where you came from shortly, if you don't decide to walk out of here yourselves. Be warned; I am flying us in midair, trying to find my floating island, so you will need a method to fly if you do leave that way."

Genten created paper and pens in front of each of the summoned that were still living.

"To make this quick," Genten stated, "please, put down your desires for yourselves and this world on these papers. I'll collect them shortly, and study them to... ugh... see where we might collaberate, work together, and avoid going cross-purposes."

Click to shrink...

I look blankly at the pen and paper.

Oh, shit, I didn't know there'd be a test. I should have studied.

. . .My desires, huh?

Well. Let's get cracking.


Dear magic space-church.

My only wish is to amuse myself. Please do not smite me. It's just a prank, bro.

Lots of love, Handsome Joe XOXOXOXOX


There, that should cover the basics.

I should probably make sure about the smiting thing though.

"I wish that I could not be smote. Smited. Smaught? Whatever. I wish to be immune to godly shenanigans."

RadioactiveSpoon threw 1 6-faced dice. Reason: SMITE ME, OH MIGHTY SMITER Total: 5