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Nyctohylophobia (Perma-death Quest)

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If the spell succeeds we will be another step closer to fireballs. Lucas is going to be so confused and jealous.
Also did anyone else in the party have a dream quest? Lucas seems normal so far...
 
Higure said:
Eh, at least we failed in a relatively controlled situation.

@TheLordofAwesome Any way for us to increase our chances of succeeding at new spells?
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As it stand? No.

But I'm willing to be fair and give you all the chance to increase your chances. So what does everyone think of this idea: If you all manage to successfully cast three spells I will increase your chance by 1d10. If you want to increase your chances again you'll need to cast another three spells successfully. This can keep going until a certain threshold has been met and this rule will no longer apply to keep some level of challenge.
 
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As it stand? No.

But I'm willing to be fair and give you all the chance to increase your chances. So what does everyone think of this idea: If you all manage to successfully cast three spells I will increase your chance by 1d10. If you want to increase your chances again you'll need to cast another three spells successfully. This can keep going until a certain threshold has been met and this rule will no longer apply to keep some level of challenge.
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I strongly approve of this.
 
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Chapter 33: Lost Time
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    • [X] Cast a Spell
    -[X] Blood Biography (on the spilt blood).
    -[x] If it belongs to one of ours, follow the blood trail.
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    Cast Spell: Blood Biography = 36 (FAILURE)
    Spell Failure = 35
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    "I got an idea!" You say as you kneel next to the blood on the ground.

    "And that is...?" Lucas looks at you, his eyebrow raised in curiosity.

    "I'll use my magic on the blood." You say in response. You look over to Lucas who is now sporting a confused look, his eyes silently asking you for more detail. "Umm... I'll use it to magic up some info from the blood."

    "Like what? Blood type?" Lucas remarks sarcastically, to which you just glare at him.

    "You're taking this too literally... or... not literally... enough?" You think on what you actually intend for a moment before shaking your head and getting things back on track. "No, uh, stuff like who's blood it is and what happen to cause the blood to be here."

    "Can you do that?" He asks.

    "I think so." You nod.

    "Okay, you think or you know?" He asks, looking at you a little more dubiously.

    You stared at him, he stared back. You felt uncomfortable under his questioning gaze.

    "I... uh..." You're not sure what to say to that question. In all honesty, you knew you could cast spells, but you weren't too sure if you could cast this particular spell. How exactly does magic even work? "Only one way to find out!"

    "For real, Medi?!" Lucas exclaimed exasperated.

    You ignore him and focus on the blood on the ground. You breathe in and out, and hold out your hand towards the blood. You close your eyes and think about what you want. You want to conjure up information about the blood. Who's it was, what happened, how long ago it happened. Anything to find out if it is one of your friends or something else.

    You open your eyes and tap into the power deep within you. You feel the energy channel through your body. It felt like the essence of your magic was seeping through every pore of your body.

    ...But something was wrong.

    You couldn't quite explain it. It was like reality was being twisted around you. The air felt different, had a different scent, and you swear you could taste something in the air.

    And yet everything seemed to be as it is. You seen no difference in the blood, or see anything like you were hoping to see. Not even any info just popping into your head. For all intents and purposes it would seem your spell has failed. At least it didn't hurt this time.

    You sigh and lower your arm, the swell of mystical energy coursing through your body dying down.

    "Well that d-"

    "JESUS CHRIST!"

    You eyes grow wide and you jump to your feet, quickly turning around to look at Lucas. Lucas is looking at you with a totally freaked out expression, holding a hand over his heart, and breathing heavily.

    "W-What?! What's the matter?!" You asked, honestly kinda scared yourself. What did you end up doing to freak him out so much?

    "Where the fuck did you go?!" He yells.

    Go?

    "Wha- What do you mean?" You asked, looking at him worried. "I was here the entire time."

    "You just disappeared!" He exclaims, throwing his hands in the air. "You were gone for, like, five goddamn minutes! Just popped out of existence like you were never there to begin with! Scared the shit out of me, man!"

    "O-okay! Calm down!" You say, barely able to suppress the terror in your voice. You just... disappeared? For minutes?! But it felt like you were just casting your spell for maybe a few seconds! "W-What did you do when I... disappeared?"

    "I... I didn't do anything..." He mutters. "I was just so freaked out that I... just paced back and forth in this damn room. I didn't know what to do..."

    He looks to you, his eyes filled with fear, sadness, and relief.

    "So I waited..." He said, his voice hitching a bit. "I didn't know what for. For you to come back, for someone else... I don't know. I just... waited..."

    You sigh and move closer to him and pulled him to a hug.

    "I'm sorry, Lucas..." You mutter apologetically. "I didn't know that would happen. I'm so sorry I made you worry."

    "Damn right you are..." He replies with a chuckle as he returns the hug. "You owe me for freaking me out like that, Gandalf."

    "Sure, sure." You chuckle as the two of you break off the hug. "Just save it for when we get out of here."

    Now that he has calmed down from your sudden... disappearance, Lucas sighs and looks down the door, his eyes following the blood on the ground.

    "We should go find what's bleeding." He says. "It might be one of the others."

    "Maybe but we need to consider our options carefully." You say as you take your place next to him. "For all we know this could be a trap."

    "Doesn't matter," He says as he moves towards the door. "I'm going."

    "Lucas-"

    "Medea, look," He sighs as he turns back to you. "I'm sure you got some great plan and all, and I'm sure you've weighed all the pros and cons, but if we wait any longer one of the others might be hurt or killed!"

    "I..."

    "You disappeared, Medea." He turns around fully to look at you, his eyes steeled with resolve. "You were gone for like five minutes. I'm not sure how long it felt to you but that five minutes could have meant the life or death of one of the others. Five minutes we could have used to possibly save them."

    You look down at the ground sadly. You knew he had a point. But still, there were dangers out there that neither of you have encounter yet. And that old man... He was out there, roaming these halls. And there were monsters...

    "I'm going, Medea. That's final." He crosses his arms and gives you a pleading look. "Come with me. Please."

    [ ] Go with him.

    [ ] Convince him to follow your plan. - Write in. (1d100)

    [ ] Opt to stay behind and wait here in the chess room.

    [ ] Cast a spell - Write In (Secondary action may be taken)
     
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    In all honesty, you knew you could cast spell, but you weren't too sure if you could cast this particular spell.
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    "I'm sure you got some great plan and all, and I'm sure you've weighed all the pros and cons, but if we wait any longer one of the other might be hurt or killed!"
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    "You disappeared, Medea." He turns around fully to look at you, his eyes steeled with resolve. "You were gone for like five minutes. I'm not sure how long it felt to you but that five minutes could have meant the life or death of one of the others. Five minutes we could have used to possibly save them."
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    You worry too much Lucas. If they are dying, we will just cast another spell!

    ...I wish I was kidding. But we'll probably have to rely on that.

    [X] Go with him.

    Also, now I am wondering if the spell misfire table is universal, or is uniquely tailored to the spell we are trying to cast. Is there a difference between trying something small or going all-out? Yes, we know there are spells that would kill us even if they succeed, but I mean within the limits of spells that are possible for us to cast without complications.
     
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    Nevill said:
    Also, now I am wondering if the spell misfire table is universal, or is uniquely tailored to the spell we are trying to cast. Is there a difference between trying something small or going all-out? Yes, we know there are spells that would kill us even if they succeed, but I mean within the limits of spells that are possible for us to cast without complications.
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    It is a universal table. This is of course for practical reasons as making a misfire table unique to every spell would take too long, but there are certainly results that would result in outcomes that are unique to spells you are trying to cast, one of which you all just barely avoided with that last misfire roll. In those results a big or small spell could results in unintended effects.
     
    Chapter 34: On the trail.
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    You sigh. He had a point, if you wasted any more time someone could die.

    ...If they haven't died already.

    No. You can't think that. The others... They have to be alive. You need to find them and you can't let Lucas go alone.

    "Okay." you say meekly. "Lead the way."

    "Thanks, Media." Lucas says, giving you a gentle smile. "C'mon, let's go."

    You nod to him, and the two you walk through the wrecked door. You return to the hall you dropped into when you first escaped your cell. Looking up towards the hole in the ceiling you note that the light from the torches in the hall above had gone out since the last time you were here, and seeping out of the hole was a black ooze, much like the stuff in one of the cells in the area you woke up and the hall you encountered Lucas. How did it spread all the way here? And what was it really?

    Those were questions for later, you need to focus for now. You tear your eyes from the ceiling above and return you focus on Lucas. You trail behind him as he follows the trail of blood going towards the left side of the hall. Judging by the blood on the ground, whatever was bleeding it was bleeding at a pretty steady rate. You were sure that this amount of blood would definitely be lethal.

    You sincerely hoped this blood didn't belong to one of your friends.

    You and Lucas pass through the hall wordlessly, the silence between the two of you unnerving you slightly. But you didn't know what you should say in this situation to end this silence. But you felt like you needed to say something. This situation is tense enough, and the complete silence beyond the sound of your footsteps isn't helping.

    "This is... uh... a lot of blood." You muttered, feeling a bit embarrassed for stating the obvious.

    "Yeah... It is a bit... concerning." He replied.

    "I don't think it is from anyone we know..." You say that but a part of you feels that isn't true.

    "I hope you are right, Medea." Lucas sighs, his pace speeding up just subtly enough that you almost failed to notice he was moving faster. "We better hurry just in case."

    You say nothing, just increasing your pace to match his. The two of you continued down the hall, which seemed to wind and twist every so often that it left you feeling confused as to where you are in relation to places you had previously been. Along the way you and Lucas have passed several doors, each shut and barred, but not once did either of you stop to investigate them. About several minutes have passed since you started following the trail of blood and now you find it leading the two of you to an open room.

    The room was almost near identical to the one you woke up in: a small cell block with about four cells. To the left was a cell missing its door, with a single bed with a dirty, soiled mattress, and a cell that was empty but clearly welded shut. To the right was a cell that was empty save for a pile of hay bunched up in a corner, and a cell that was inaccessible due to what appears to be a cave in. Sitting in between the two cell on the right of the room was a large cabinet, which looked big enough to fit a person or two inside. On the other side of the room, directly across from the entrance you and Lucas came in from, was another entrance leading into another hall. At this point the trail of blood stopped right in the center of the room, but no sign of what had caused it in the first place.

    "Dammit..." Lucas muttered, kicking the ground in frustration. "Looks like this was a dead end."

    "Seems like it..."

    "I guess we're going in blind now." He sighs and rubs the back of his head in frustration. "This is going to be difficult."

    "I could use my magic to help." You suggest.

    "No offense, Medea, but so far that doesn't seem to have that great of a track record." He replies, giving you a look. "I mean last time you just popped out of existence."

    You look down to the ground sheepishly.

    "Got any better ideas?" You say, sounding a little more bitter than you meant to.

    "Not really." He shrugs. "I guess we just have to continue on until we-"

    Suddenly, a scream rips through the air, echoing off the walls of the hall ahead. It was a scream that could only belong to a woman, and can be identified as the kind of scream where the one screaming is in absolute fear for their life.

    "Hey, did you hear that?!" Lucas asks, panicked. "Someone's in trouble! Let's go!"

    And he took off, rushing to the other side of the room...

    "Lucas, wait!"

    ...And tripped over something at the other entrance. The moment he hit the ground the sound of rattling cans began to echo through the halls. You rush over to Lucas and look down where he tripped and spot a wire. Following it you see it lead up towards the ceiling seeing a series of tin cans attached to the wire. It doesn't take you long to realize this was meant to be a sort of alarm system to alert others to your location.

    "Oh that can't be good..." Lucas groaned out as he pushed himself up from the ground.

    Soon the cans' rattling came to a halt, sending the surrounding area into complete silence. You and Lucas stood there, quiet and looking around the area around you cautious as to what might be drawn to the sound of those cans. Then something catches you ear. You focus on the sound and you make out the steady rhythm of something coming your way from the hall before you. It sounded like the sound of bare feet hitting the ground, rushing towards you.

    "Something is coming this..." You muttered, taking a step back.

    'Shit, shit, shit!" Lucas sputtered out. "We need to hide!"

    "Where?!"

    "Anywhere!"

    The sound of the footfalls get steadily louder. Whatever is heading your way is closing the distance quickly. You need to act fast.

    [ ] Stand your ground. Face whatever is coming head on.

    [ ] Hide. Whatever is coming your way, it is coming fast. Better you make yourself unseen quickly.
    -[ ] Hide in the cabinet.
    -[ ] Hide under the bed in the left cell.
    -[ ] Hide in the hay in the right cell.

    [ ] Run.

    [ ] Cast a spell - Write In (Secondary action may be taken)
     
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