Rebuild of Apocrypha (Yet Another Another Fate/etc. Quest)
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Tactical Rolling
[X] Wait...is that an open door?
-[X] "Follow me, my brave comrades! I will lead you to safety!"
--[X] Tactical roll through the door and slam it behind you.
---[X] Run around closing windows and barring doors to secure your position
----[X] Take a moment to mourn anyone who didn't make it inside with you. If only they could have obeyed your brilliant orders. Oh well, it is ever the fate of great Magi to be let down by incompetent subordinates
You turn your head back up, and spot something coming up on the road ahead.
An open door.
A chance!
"AN OPENING!" You exclaim, turning towards your ray of hope, "Follow me, my brave comrades! I shall lead you to safety!" You shout to the side, running straight for the portal to salvation even as you do so, and proceed to dive through the air in it's general direction, twisting into a perfect somersault as your legs connect with the heavy wooden door, slamming it shut.
"Wait, what the hell?!"
Rider materializes next to you.
"Dammit!"
"SHUT IT SHUT IT SHUT IT!" He shouts, grabbing random furniture to throw in front of the door, even as a heavy thumping begins coming from the other side of it.
"Let me in, you bastards!!!"
"What should we do?!" You turn towards Rider in desperation.
"Why can't I go into spirit form?!"
"It's probably a trick to get us to lower our guard!" He says, face deadly serious.
"I CAN HEAR YOU, YOU SMUG BASTARD!"
"You're right!" Nodding in agreement, you summon forth your lifeblood and use it to fill in the gaps around the door, sealing it.
"To hell with this, TRACE O-mmmmmh!"
"No!" Your Servant shouts suddenly, "Look!" He says, pointing at the door handle, which even now was beginning to rattle and shake violently.
"MMMMMH! MMMMMPH!!! HMMMMMMMMMPH!!!!!!"
"They're coming through the doors." And as if knowing it was caught in the act, the doorknob finally, slowly, goes still. You pause, looking for Ruler, before realizing that he was no longer with you.
A tragic end to a good man.
You sigh, and take a moment to mourn the passing of an otherwise capable subordinate. Tragically, it was ever the fate of great leaders, and magi, to be burdened by the weight of incompetent subordinates. You consider the philosophical implications of carrying on and succeeding in spite of your handicaps when suddenly a fluttering sound interrupts your reverie, and the room slowly begins to dim…
"Shit!" You curse, "We need to run!" You then turn around, only to find your Servant already had gone into spirit form, and was now long gone.
You make haste as well, running through what tuns out to be a rather modest home, now reduced to a significantly wrecked home, as you escape out the back door, into the open air…Only to be greeted by a massive, swirling swarm of paper blocking out the sun.
"Rider!" You shout, looking for your Servant, "Where are you?!" A slightly more concentrated swarm of paper catches your attention, and you see a slowly shifting dome of white, presumably where Rider lay interred.
…This just isn't your day.
What do you do?
[] Go down swinging
[] Go down like a wuss
[] By the Power of my Command Seal…
-[] Kill yourself
-[] GET OUT OF THERE AND HELP ME!
—[] Then what?
[]Something amazing and brilliant, as befitting a genius such as you
[] Write-In
-[X] "Follow me, my brave comrades! I will lead you to safety!"
--[X] Tactical roll through the door and slam it behind you.
---[X] Run around closing windows and barring doors to secure your position
----[X] Take a moment to mourn anyone who didn't make it inside with you. If only they could have obeyed your brilliant orders. Oh well, it is ever the fate of great Magi to be let down by incompetent subordinates
You turn your head back up, and spot something coming up on the road ahead.
An open door.
A chance!
"AN OPENING!" You exclaim, turning towards your ray of hope, "Follow me, my brave comrades! I shall lead you to safety!" You shout to the side, running straight for the portal to salvation even as you do so, and proceed to dive through the air in it's general direction, twisting into a perfect somersault as your legs connect with the heavy wooden door, slamming it shut.
"Wait, what the hell?!"
Rider materializes next to you.
"Dammit!"
"SHUT IT SHUT IT SHUT IT!" He shouts, grabbing random furniture to throw in front of the door, even as a heavy thumping begins coming from the other side of it.
"Let me in, you bastards!!!"
"What should we do?!" You turn towards Rider in desperation.
"Why can't I go into spirit form?!"
"It's probably a trick to get us to lower our guard!" He says, face deadly serious.
"I CAN HEAR YOU, YOU SMUG BASTARD!"
"You're right!" Nodding in agreement, you summon forth your lifeblood and use it to fill in the gaps around the door, sealing it.
"To hell with this, TRACE O-mmmmmh!"
"No!" Your Servant shouts suddenly, "Look!" He says, pointing at the door handle, which even now was beginning to rattle and shake violently.
"MMMMMH! MMMMMPH!!! HMMMMMMMMMPH!!!!!!"
"They're coming through the doors." And as if knowing it was caught in the act, the doorknob finally, slowly, goes still. You pause, looking for Ruler, before realizing that he was no longer with you.
A tragic end to a good man.
You sigh, and take a moment to mourn the passing of an otherwise capable subordinate. Tragically, it was ever the fate of great leaders, and magi, to be burdened by the weight of incompetent subordinates. You consider the philosophical implications of carrying on and succeeding in spite of your handicaps when suddenly a fluttering sound interrupts your reverie, and the room slowly begins to dim…
"Shit!" You curse, "We need to run!" You then turn around, only to find your Servant already had gone into spirit form, and was now long gone.
You make haste as well, running through what tuns out to be a rather modest home, now reduced to a significantly wrecked home, as you escape out the back door, into the open air…Only to be greeted by a massive, swirling swarm of paper blocking out the sun.
"Rider!" You shout, looking for your Servant, "Where are you?!" A slightly more concentrated swarm of paper catches your attention, and you see a slowly shifting dome of white, presumably where Rider lay interred.
…This just isn't your day.
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What do you do?
[] Go down swinging
[] Go down like a wuss
[] By the Power of my Command Seal…
-[] Kill yourself
-[] GET OUT OF THERE AND HELP ME!
—[] Then what?
[]Something amazing and brilliant, as befitting a genius such as you
[] Write-In
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notmi
Super Koala God Super Koala
[X] Wait...is that an open door?
-[X] "Follow me, my brave comrades! I will lead you to safety!"
--[X] Tactical roll through the door and slam it behind you.
---[X] Run around closing windows and barring doors to secure your position
----[X] Take a moment to mourn anyone who didn't make it inside with you. If only they could have obeyed your brilliant orders. Oh well, it is ever the fate of great Magi to be let down by incompetent subordinates
You turn your head back up, and spot something coming up on the road ahead.
An open door.
A chance!
"AN OPENING!" You exclaim, turning towards your ray of hope, "Follow me, my brave comrades! I shall lead you to safety!" You shout to the side, running straight for the portal to salvation even as you do so, and proceed to dive through the air in it's general direction, twisting into a perfect somersault as your legs connect with the heavy wooden door, slamming it shut.
"Wait, what the hell?!"
Rider materializes next to you.
"Dammit!"
"SHUT IT SHUT IT SHUT IT!" He shouts, grabbing random furniture to throw in front of the door, even as a heavy thumping begins coming from the other side of it.
"Let me in, you bastards!!!"
"What should we do?!" You turn towards Rider in desperation.
"Why can't I go into spirit form?!"
"It's probably a trick to get us to lower our guard!" He says, face deadly serious.
"I CAN HEAR YOU, YOU SMUG BASTARD!"
"You're right!" Nodding in agreement, you summon forth your lifeblood and use it to fill in the gaps around the door, sealing it.
"To hell with this, TRACE O-mmmmmh!"
"No!" Your Servant shouts suddenly, "Look!" He says, pointing at the door handle, which even now was beginning to rattle and shake violently.
"MMMMMH! MMMMMPH!!! HMMMMMMMMMPH!!!!!!"
"They're coming through the doors." And as if knowing it was caught in the act, the doorknob finally, slowly, goes still. You pause, looking for Ruler, before realizing that he was no longer with you.
A tragic end to a good man.
You sigh, and take a moment to mourn the passing of an otherwise capable subordinate. Tragically, it was ever the fate of great leaders, and magi, to be burdened by the weight of incompetent subordinates. You consider the philosophical implications of what carrying on and succeeding in spite of your handicaps when suddenly a fluttering sound interrupts your reverie, and the room slowly begins to dim…
"Shit!" You curse, "We need to run!" You then turn around, only to find your Servant already had gone into spirit form, and was now long gone.
You make haste as well, running through what tuns out to be a rather modest home, now reduced to a significantly wrecked home, as you escape out the back door, into the open air…Only to be greeted by a massive, swirling swarm of paper blocking out the sun.
"Rider!" You shout, looking for your Servant, "Where are you?!" A slightly more concentrated swarm of paper catches your attention, and you see a slowly shifting dome of white, presumably where Rider lay interred.
…This just isn't your day.
—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————
What do you do?
[] Go down swinging
[] Go down like a wuss
[] By the Power of my Command Seal…
-[] Kill yourself
-[] GET OUT OF THERE AND HELP ME!
—[] Then what?
[]Something amazing and brilliant, as befitting a genius such as you
[] Write-In
The invisitext makes everything way better.
He needs to whistle for it to work
Which is very difficult to do when paper keeps on flying into your mouth every time you take a second to try
Illusion
Behold the power of the Ultimate Idol!
If you think about it, just about everything we've done has backfired spectacularly.
It really could be so much worse, though
I mean, about the only thing that went wrong was that the Best Dice decided to intervene in the worst possible manner under the circumstances
Then again, that really should have been expected, I guess?
ArcticMan94
Esarus thar no'Darador
[X]Something amazing and brilliant, as befitting a genius such as you
Wade Garrett
Just trying to do the right thing
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
[X] Something brilliant and amazing, as befits a genius like you.
Isaac Hemostrus.
"What I think I am"
"What the Quest Master thinks I am"
"What the dice think I am"
Isaac Hemostrus.
"What I think I am"
"What the Quest Master thinks I am"
"What the dice think I am"
Fartlek
[X]Something amazing and brilliant, as befitting a genius such as you
It was obvious.
You could not run. You'd tried that. It didn't work, and now both Ruler and Rider had fallen before the sheer might of the flying paper swarm. You held your breath, thinking about what kind of monster could so easily defeat beings out of legend…
But that no longer mattered. You were here, alone, and if what seemed to keep happening to Rider was any indication, then they weren't lethal in intent, just constrictive. And you doubted mass-produced familiars like that would be complex enough to be able to switch to lethal intent. Not that it was necessary under bindings that powerful.
So.
Options.
You closed your eyes, focusing for a moment even as the swarm continued to pile on top of the hill of paper formerly known as Achilles. And completely unbidden, you flash back to a similar situation you were in about a year ago.
Ah! Master! Why do these rocks keep sticking to me?!
Foolish Disciple! It's your own fault for wandering into my rune trap! Now, lift yourself up and fight it off! Your opponents won't be as kind as I have been!
But Master! It's so heavy!
Here I come! Prepare yourself!!!
You shudder, and remember your solution to the problem from back then.
Quicksilver pours out from your hands, covering them in a metallic sheen before hardening into smooth clubs, perfect, unmarred.
Merciless.
You have only one way out of this, and it's right in front of you.
Rider! You call over your Master-Servant Link.
SAVE ME! Is the accompanying response, the raw panic catching you off guard, causing you to stumble slightly.
Don't worry, I'm coming right now!
Great! Use a Command Seal to teleport me next to you!
We cant waste those, and I've got an even better idea!
Really?! That's great! What is it!?
I'm going to punch you a way out!
What.
You charge forward, the motion seemingly attracting some of the familiars, as they peel off from the main swarm and shoot down towards you. A heavy fist rises to meet them at break neck speed, shredding the paper in it's passage.
"This is pretty scary, but compared to what my Master has put me through, this much is nothing!" You shout, charging forward into the storm of white. As one, the mass suddenly rises to meet you, and you activate your Mystic Eyes. You stare, and are suddenly caught agape for just a moment.
Those pieces of paper, they don't actually propel themselves. They simply affected the air around them to carry them in a given direction in line with their automated actions. What moved weren't the familiars, but the wind around them. You focus on the world around you, prana flooding into your pupils, and you gave a single order, enforced by your magecraft.
Flow.
Bending to the power of your eyes, the numerous tiny air currents around you shifted, falling by command into a spot directly in front of you, in between your outstretched arms. Where your lifeblood roiled in a circle, thousands of miniscule blades forming and slashing like some kind of demented liquid woodchipper.
Noting the apparent threat, the swarm seemed to shift priorities, your eyes noting a hundred thousand new attempts to divert the air around you to grant passage, and with a great strain you hijacked them as well, guiding the familiars into your waiting arms to join the growing pile of shredded white at your feet.
This process continued for but a minute before you realized your error. You were still low on your reserves.
You couldn't keep this up for long enough to remove the threat entirely.
What now?
[] Keep it up, hopefully Rider or Ruler will be able to escape by then
[] Continue with the original plan, punch Rider out and then proceed to bail
[] Wait, who is that?
[] Use a Command Seal
[] Write-In
Character Sheet Updated
It was obvious.
You could not run. You'd tried that. It didn't work, and now both Ruler and Rider had fallen before the sheer might of the flying paper swarm. You held your breath, thinking about what kind of monster could so easily defeat beings out of legend…
But that no longer mattered. You were here, alone, and if what seemed to keep happening to Rider was any indication, then they weren't lethal in intent, just constrictive. And you doubted mass-produced familiars like that would be complex enough to be able to switch to lethal intent. Not that it was necessary under bindings that powerful.
So.
Options.
You closed your eyes, focusing for a moment even as the swarm continued to pile on top of the hill of paper formerly known as Achilles. And completely unbidden, you flash back to a similar situation you were in about a year ago.
Ah! Master! Why do these rocks keep sticking to me?!
Foolish Disciple! It's your own fault for wandering into my rune trap! Now, lift yourself up and fight it off! Your opponents won't be as kind as I have been!
But Master! It's so heavy!
Here I come! Prepare yourself!!!
You shudder, and remember your solution to the problem from back then.
Quicksilver pours out from your hands, covering them in a metallic sheen before hardening into smooth clubs, perfect, unmarred.
Merciless.
You have only one way out of this, and it's right in front of you.
Rider! You call over your Master-Servant Link.
SAVE ME! Is the accompanying response, the raw panic catching you off guard, causing you to stumble slightly.
Don't worry, I'm coming right now!
Great! Use a Command Seal to teleport me next to you!
We cant waste those, and I've got an even better idea!
Really?! That's great! What is it!?
I'm going to punch you a way out!
What.
You charge forward, the motion seemingly attracting some of the familiars, as they peel off from the main swarm and shoot down towards you. A heavy fist rises to meet them at break neck speed, shredding the paper in it's passage.
"This is pretty scary, but compared to what my Master has put me through, this much is nothing!" You shout, charging forward into the storm of white. As one, the mass suddenly rises to meet you, and you activate your Mystic Eyes. You stare, and are suddenly caught agape for just a moment.
Those pieces of paper, they don't actually propel themselves. They simply affected the air around them to carry them in a given direction in line with their automated actions. What moved weren't the familiars, but the wind around them. You focus on the world around you, prana flooding into your pupils, and you gave a single order, enforced by your magecraft.
Flow.
Bending to the power of your eyes, the numerous tiny air currents around you shifted, falling by command into a spot directly in front of you, in between your outstretched arms. Where your lifeblood roiled in a circle, thousands of miniscule blades forming and slashing like some kind of demented liquid woodchipper.
Noting the apparent threat, the swarm seemed to shift priorities, your eyes noting a hundred thousand new attempts to divert the air around you to grant passage, and with a great strain you hijacked them as well, guiding the familiars into your waiting arms to join the growing pile of shredded white at your feet.
This process continued for but a minute before you realized your error. You were still low on your reserves.
You couldn't keep this up for long enough to remove the threat entirely.
What now?
————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————
[] Keep it up, hopefully Rider or Ruler will be able to escape by then
[] Continue with the original plan, punch Rider out and then proceed to bail
[] Wait, who is that?
[] Use a Command Seal
[] Write-In
Character Sheet Updated
Illusion
Behold the power of the Ultimate Idol!
[X] Continue with the original plan, punch Rider out and then proceed to bail
- [X] Shout MUDA MUDA MUDA on each punch just to show how useless these papers are against you (even though you're punching Rider)
- [X] "Rider it is time for us to use the Hemostrus secret technique and that technique is to RUN AWAY!"
- [X] Shout MUDA MUDA MUDA on each punch just to show how useless these papers are against you (even though you're punching Rider)
- [X] "Rider it is time for us to use the Hemostrus secret technique and that technique is to RUN AWAY!"
Khawy
TITANNNNNNNNNNN
- Location
- The United States of America
[X] Continue with the original plan, punch Rider out and then proceed to bail
- [X] Shout MUDA MUDA MUDA on each punch just to show how useless these papers are against you (even though you're punching Rider)
- [X] "Rider it is time for us to use the Hemostrus secret technique and that technique is to RUN AWAY!"
-- [X] Scream WRRRYYYYYYY while you run away.
- [X] Shout MUDA MUDA MUDA on each punch just to show how useless these papers are against you (even though you're punching Rider)
- [X] "Rider it is time for us to use the Hemostrus secret technique and that technique is to RUN AWAY!"
-- [X] Scream WRRRYYYYYYY while you run away.