King Tharassian
Governor-Militant
- Location
- Victory Bay, Kronus
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The Maid of the Comet: A Tale from Azeroth
- Thread starter King Tharassian
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King Tharassian
Governor-Militant
- Location
- Victory Bay, Kronus
I need rolls. You have rolls? Gimme rolls! .... Please?
1d20 for Soul-Eaters
1d20 for Salanar the Headsman
1d20 for Feel no Harm
1d20 for Just Keep Running
1d10 for Don't Turn the Lights Out...
4d6 for Who's There?
1d20 for Soul-Eaters
1d20 for Salanar the Headsman
1d20 for Feel no Harm
1d20 for Just Keep Running
1d10 for Don't Turn the Lights Out...
4d6 for Who's There?
- Location
- Earth
I'll do Just Keep Running. Let's see if I know how to do this...
EDIT: Seems I was ninja'd... hopefully we use mine, I quite like my roll...
EDIT: Seems I was ninja'd... hopefully we use mine, I quite like my roll...
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Spectrum
Tell me a secret~
- Location
- Behind you~
*looks up*
Well, I didn't even realize that san rolled twice and in fact skipped a roll, so I have no idea what the GM wants to do with that.
- Location
- canada
well we could just use it for Salanar
especially if you edit your post to show that.
King Tharassian
Governor-Militant
- Location
- Victory Bay, Kronus
Anyone else have rolls?
I need one more.
1d20 for Awestruck
I need one more.
1d20 for Awestruck
ThatGuyWithIdeas
Treize died for our sins
- Location
- Romania
I'll get it... wish me luck guys
King Tharassian
Governor-Militant
- Location
- Victory Bay, Kronus
Hm.... I'll have to consider these rolls for a bit.
And I saw that, san.
And I saw that, san.
- Location
- canada
I know lol
you were meant to but I was mostly just JKing but if you dont switch up one of those rolls for Salanar you still need a roll for him.
Hoshu
(Verified Cynic)
- Location
- Multiverse
there is a reasonI know lol
but if you dont switch up one of those rolls for Salanar you still need a roll for him.
the dice gods smite you for treason
King Tharassian
Governor-Militant
- Location
- Victory Bay, Kronus
Here's the final roll:
Soul-Eaters: 4
Salanar: 19
Feel No Harm: 17
Just Keep Running: 4
Don't Turn the Lights Out: 8/10
Who's There: 5, 2, 6, 3
Awestruck: 17
Overall, I kinda like these. Contrasts a bit with last time!
I get to be evil! Yay!
Well, kinda. Because you did get a few good rolls.
Soul-Eaters: 4
Salanar: 19
Feel No Harm: 17
Just Keep Running: 4
Don't Turn the Lights Out: 8/10
Who's There: 5, 2, 6, 3
Awestruck: 17
Overall, I kinda like these. Contrasts a bit with last time!
I get to be evil! Yay!
Well, kinda. Because you did get a few good rolls.
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- Location
- canada
ya seems to me like I can predict the rough course the update will take
we get injured by Salanar, ignore the pain of it, the light continues healing us, we fail to get very far and finally someone pops out and saves us or something and we or the enemies around us are awestruck by them.
King Tharassian
Governor-Militant
- Location
- Victory Bay, Kronus
....
You really have no faith in me if you expect Naaru Ex Machina to show up. And apparently even less in poor Jeanne.
You can probably still predict it, but it relies on making a few guesses as to character and motivation.
- Location
- canada
oh I don't think it will be a naaru I don't want to mention who my three guesses are on who it is though cause I wouldn't be surprised if i'm right and spoilers.....
You really have no faith in me if you expect Naaru Ex Machina to show up. And apparently even less in poor Jeanne.
You can probably still predict it, but it relies on making a few guesses as to character and motivation.
Chapter 3.8
King Tharassian
Governor-Militant
- Location
- Victory Bay, Kronus
"So if I get to the portal, I go free." Please, please, please… "No questions asked, and no catches that I could not already expect."
"Absolutely!" Salanar huffed. "No faith whatsoever. If you fail here, it will be entirely in fair contest!" You doubted that, somehow, but nodded anyway, and waited a short time as you made a plan.
You could have attacked Salanar, but it was almost certain that he was stronger then you, and likely faster. The light was holding back the soul-eaters, so attacking them was not strictly necessary. But at the same time, if you simply tried to rush past all of them, you were leaving yourself more vulnerable. Even so, you were injured, and likely not able to access the full strength of the Light here.
Salanar was pacing, swinging the axe indiscriminately. Occasionally, he hit one of the soul-eaters, and it would burst apart into smoke, only for another to take its place. You waited, and waited, and then….
When his back was turned, you took off, running faster than you ever had, you were certain. The creatures scattered before you, and you heard Salanar laughing behind you. The portal glimmered behind the trees, and you leapt over roots that rose out of the earth as you heard ironclad footfalls growing louder at your back.
"Pretty smart, aren't you, Jeanne?" You didn't bother answering. It would be a waste of breath. "Well, you see, you appear to have forgotten something important! You see, I heard the questions you asked dear Kylisa earlier, and you appear to have forgotten one detail from our previous meetings." With dawning horror, you saw smoke coalesce into the shape of the Horseman before you.
You fought to bring yourself to a halt, but momentum brought you within striking range. His arm flashed, and you were thrown off your feet, spinning past him as the force of your run translated into that much more distance.
You were woozy and incoherent, and you couldn't feel your right arm. Looking at your shoulder, you found only black mist. In your dizzy state, you saw something shaped like your limb just at the edge of your Light, which had only slightly dimmed.
"Ah, sorry about that. Meant to hit the sternum, finish things quickly. Well, I can always-" He was cut off by several of the soul-eaters rushing over. You heard a sound similar to that produced by wind, and when they dispersed, the shape was gone. "Hm. Well, souls grow back. I think so anyway. Well, even if they don't I can just graft something on. It's not like the soul is visible most of the time." He walked over and nodded to you in what seemed a gesture of respect. "I'll try and keep most of you intact. The ones with personality are always so much better."
You had to do something. In some corner of your mind you could feel the impulse to resist, to escape, to do anything that would let you survive. Following that instinct, you reached back inward, looking for that gleaming, flickering core that served as the heart of your Light. Time slowed, and you wandered your mindscape, infinity stretching in all directions. Finally, the spark appeared before you, and you reached out, nearly delirious.
There was a split-second flash, and Salanar growled.
"Spots! Ugh, I hate spots! Wait, hello? I can't hear me. Damn Light-users, being the opposite form of magic, so inconvenient…" His grumbling faded away as you struggled back onto your feet. Cradling your shoulder, you stumbled towards the light of the portal. It seemed visibly closer with each step.
Finally, it stood only a foot from you.
"Okay, I'm all right! Turns out that burned out my eyes, but I've recovered! Now where- how did you get over there?" You wouldn't turn. You were leaving. One last step… And then Salanar started laughing, and you heard him telling a 'boy king' to eat something of his. You didn't hear what as you crossed into the portal, and you felt that it was probably for the best.
"-eanne, wh-"
"-not breathing! We ne-"
"-t! She's warming again! Just a li-"
When you came back to your senses, you were someplace warm, and there was light coming from somewhere nearby.
"Jeanne. Are you awake?" You smiled as you returned to your mindscape.
"Michael." This was almost as much of a relief as when they had spoken to you again in Rouen. "It's good to see you again." As you appeared in front of him, he gave perhaps the most sincere smile back you had ever seen on his face. Behind you, you felt something slam into you.
"Jeanne! We thought you had died! The big, cold one was back and he was trying to get in and everything just stopped making sense! Where were you? What happened?" It was sometimes hard to remember that Margaret was not quite as mature as her fellow Saints. Martyrdom at the age of fifteen would do that, to be honest.
"I'm fine Margaret. I'll explain as soon as I've had some time to-"
"If you're fine, then what happened to your arm?" Catherine was there, and she scrutinized your injury. "I don't believe that sudden amputation is a healthy event." Margaret backed away slightly, gulping at the sight of your missing limb, and Michael's relief gave way to grave concern.
"I-"
"No excuses, Jeanne. If you do not tell us, we cannot help you." Catherine sounded so much like your mother in that moment. She always did that when she wanted to keep you honest. It was the guilt, mostly.
Sighing, you relented, and told them everything. From the moment you awoke in the Shadowlands to the last moments in the dark forest. You simplified a few things, but nothing that was of vital importance was left out. When you were done, Michael was frowning, Catherine was grimacing, and Margaret stared at you wide-eyed.
"So that's why we couldn't talk to you…" Catherine tapped her chin in thought. "So this Salanar was amused when you escaped?" At your nod, her brow furrowed. "Then we'll have to be careful. He sounds like the type to latch onto those he considers worthy opponents."
"Even if he comes back, we can be better prepared." Michael was holding a replica of his burning sword. "And we might just be able to take information from him."
"As long as I don't have to help…" Margaret leaned away from Michael. As they fell back into squabbling, you sighed.
"It always ends the same way with them."
"'Tis to be expected, given their differences." Catherine stood next to you, watching as Margaret manipulated shards of the mindscape to create walls and platforms to remain out of Michael's reach. "Time for you to go, Jeanne. Someonne is coming to check on you."
"I'll be back when I can."
"No need to hurry." Catherine smiled, waving as she walked towards the quarrelling duo.
"Wait, she's waking up." The voice sounded familiar.
"Oh, good. Let me closer." The second, however, was older and wizened, rasping with age.
"What are you-"
"Oh, it's typical for such cases. Hardly a problem." You were blinded in one eye as it was pulled open, and something was shone into it. "Dilation appears normal. Muscle reflexes can wait, I think."
"I'd prefer if you left matters of healing to those qualified in the matter, Master Nilas." A third voice, again familiar.
"And I will gladly do so, Priestess Barton, but this is important. It is vital in the wake of such unusual symptoms to be sure that there are no unwanted side effects; lack of emotion, demonic possession, death, undeath…"
"You're not making the priestess any happier, Nilas. She's hyperventilating now." And another familiar voice.
"Morlune, if I was dedicated to making people feel better about the world, I would not try to understand it as I do. Now, we know you're awake, Miss Jeanne. It's time to wake up." Opening one eye, you looked up towards the voice. An elderly man with a short-cropped beard and a skullcap was leaning over you, the high collar of a robe visible about his neck.
"Nilas Arcanister, I assume?" Was your voice scratching? How long had you been asleep? He smiled.
"Quite. And with vocal response, we can officially rule out undeath. They do tend to display certain vocal traits, don't you know." He stood straight, forcing you to realize that he was as tall as Sir Morlune, if not taller. "I thought that it would be polite to make sure that you were mostly whole before starting your lessons."
"Lessons?"
"Have you forgotten? Morlune asked me to help you with your literacy!" Oh. He had mentioned something like that. Was the mage truly so insistent?
"No, I remember that. I just have had an unusual night. I'm afraid I'll have to explain the arm…" Morlune stepped into view, as did Alizabeth.
"Your arm?" Morlune's brow furrowed. "What about it?" What?
"It's-" You reached for your right shoulder, and found it intact, but devoid of sensation. "I don't…"
"Jeanne," Morlune sat down next to the bed you occupied, "we will need to talk about this." Alizabeth stepped closer, running a hand filled with Light over your arm.
"The arm is intact, but the soul…" She looked worried. "It is rent. Everything below the shoulder is just missing, as though it was torn away. This shouldn't be possible…" She looked back at you, pointing a finger in what she surely meant as a gesture of authority. "You are going to stay in bed for at least a week, do you understand? Priest's orders!"
"A week?" That sounded arbitrary. "How do you know how long I should stay? And why should I, anyway?" Lying down and doing nothing sounded unappealing. You needed to do something…
"One: you just spent three days with no signs of life except for your breath. No pulse, no heat, nothing!" Alizabeth had practiced that tone of voice. You could tell. " And two, that's how long it will probably take at least that long for you to regain some use of your arm. Until some basic soul-structures are formed, you'll be stuck with an unresponsive lump of flesh and bone." she grimaced, picking up the limp hand. "I don't even want to know if this will adversely affect the healing I gave you."
"So, what am I supposed to do? Just lie here idly as there are things I should be doing out there? That isn't exactly my mission, Priestess."
"She knows, miss." On the other side, you heard Thornby. "I told her after all." Alizabeth huffed.
"Hello, Captain." You nodded towards him. "It's good to see you again."
"Likewise, miss. I'm glad you made it here, well, mostly safely." It was only now that you realized his helm was off. He was scarred many times over, and like his countrymen, his hair was tied back. Alizabeth cleared her throat audibly.
"Yes, Carvell told me. Apparently you gave something of a spectacle in the Whispering Forest." She leaned in, looking you in the eye. "But divine mission or no, you will stay here and look after your own safety for once, is that clear?"
"I…" It was no use. You were sure of that now. "Fine. But what should I do then? I don't want to be idle."
"Well, there are your studies…" Nilas stroked his beard. Why did almost every scholar you had ever met do that? And in the exact same way? "Though you'll have to decide if you want to focus on anything in particular."
"But before that, there is something more important." Morlune leaned forward. "Just what happened, Jeanne?"
It was a valid question, and one you would have to answer eventually. But what did you wnat to say? And how to say it…
Ultimately, you did come to a decision.
Pick One:
[] Tell Everything. No need for secrecy here.
[] A partial truth (the sequel). You explained some of the events, but not everything. (Players must specify what they want to explain as subvotes)
[] Deflect the question. You weren't sure what their responses would be.
Education - Pick One:
[] Focus on Literacy. Sir Morlune was needed on the front. Nilas offered to tutor you as you recovered.
[] Focus on Light. Nilas was needed in his research, so Morlune stayed with you during the days, teaching you what he could.
Factions Met: ???, ???, ???
Reputation Change: Curiosity in ???, Amusing Curiosity in ???, Dangerous Curiosity in ???
Jeanne Status: Mostly-healed right wrist, rent soul and unresponsive left arm
And there you go!
"Absolutely!" Salanar huffed. "No faith whatsoever. If you fail here, it will be entirely in fair contest!" You doubted that, somehow, but nodded anyway, and waited a short time as you made a plan.
You could have attacked Salanar, but it was almost certain that he was stronger then you, and likely faster. The light was holding back the soul-eaters, so attacking them was not strictly necessary. But at the same time, if you simply tried to rush past all of them, you were leaving yourself more vulnerable. Even so, you were injured, and likely not able to access the full strength of the Light here.
Salanar was pacing, swinging the axe indiscriminately. Occasionally, he hit one of the soul-eaters, and it would burst apart into smoke, only for another to take its place. You waited, and waited, and then….
When his back was turned, you took off, running faster than you ever had, you were certain. The creatures scattered before you, and you heard Salanar laughing behind you. The portal glimmered behind the trees, and you leapt over roots that rose out of the earth as you heard ironclad footfalls growing louder at your back.
"Pretty smart, aren't you, Jeanne?" You didn't bother answering. It would be a waste of breath. "Well, you see, you appear to have forgotten something important! You see, I heard the questions you asked dear Kylisa earlier, and you appear to have forgotten one detail from our previous meetings." With dawning horror, you saw smoke coalesce into the shape of the Horseman before you.
You fought to bring yourself to a halt, but momentum brought you within striking range. His arm flashed, and you were thrown off your feet, spinning past him as the force of your run translated into that much more distance.
You were woozy and incoherent, and you couldn't feel your right arm. Looking at your shoulder, you found only black mist. In your dizzy state, you saw something shaped like your limb just at the edge of your Light, which had only slightly dimmed.
"Ah, sorry about that. Meant to hit the sternum, finish things quickly. Well, I can always-" He was cut off by several of the soul-eaters rushing over. You heard a sound similar to that produced by wind, and when they dispersed, the shape was gone. "Hm. Well, souls grow back. I think so anyway. Well, even if they don't I can just graft something on. It's not like the soul is visible most of the time." He walked over and nodded to you in what seemed a gesture of respect. "I'll try and keep most of you intact. The ones with personality are always so much better."
You had to do something. In some corner of your mind you could feel the impulse to resist, to escape, to do anything that would let you survive. Following that instinct, you reached back inward, looking for that gleaming, flickering core that served as the heart of your Light. Time slowed, and you wandered your mindscape, infinity stretching in all directions. Finally, the spark appeared before you, and you reached out, nearly delirious.
There was a split-second flash, and Salanar growled.
"Spots! Ugh, I hate spots! Wait, hello? I can't hear me. Damn Light-users, being the opposite form of magic, so inconvenient…" His grumbling faded away as you struggled back onto your feet. Cradling your shoulder, you stumbled towards the light of the portal. It seemed visibly closer with each step.
Finally, it stood only a foot from you.
"Okay, I'm all right! Turns out that burned out my eyes, but I've recovered! Now where- how did you get over there?" You wouldn't turn. You were leaving. One last step… And then Salanar started laughing, and you heard him telling a 'boy king' to eat something of his. You didn't hear what as you crossed into the portal, and you felt that it was probably for the best.
"-eanne, wh-"
"-not breathing! We ne-"
"-t! She's warming again! Just a li-"
When you came back to your senses, you were someplace warm, and there was light coming from somewhere nearby.
"Jeanne. Are you awake?" You smiled as you returned to your mindscape.
"Michael." This was almost as much of a relief as when they had spoken to you again in Rouen. "It's good to see you again." As you appeared in front of him, he gave perhaps the most sincere smile back you had ever seen on his face. Behind you, you felt something slam into you.
"Jeanne! We thought you had died! The big, cold one was back and he was trying to get in and everything just stopped making sense! Where were you? What happened?" It was sometimes hard to remember that Margaret was not quite as mature as her fellow Saints. Martyrdom at the age of fifteen would do that, to be honest.
"I'm fine Margaret. I'll explain as soon as I've had some time to-"
"If you're fine, then what happened to your arm?" Catherine was there, and she scrutinized your injury. "I don't believe that sudden amputation is a healthy event." Margaret backed away slightly, gulping at the sight of your missing limb, and Michael's relief gave way to grave concern.
"I-"
"No excuses, Jeanne. If you do not tell us, we cannot help you." Catherine sounded so much like your mother in that moment. She always did that when she wanted to keep you honest. It was the guilt, mostly.
Sighing, you relented, and told them everything. From the moment you awoke in the Shadowlands to the last moments in the dark forest. You simplified a few things, but nothing that was of vital importance was left out. When you were done, Michael was frowning, Catherine was grimacing, and Margaret stared at you wide-eyed.
"So that's why we couldn't talk to you…" Catherine tapped her chin in thought. "So this Salanar was amused when you escaped?" At your nod, her brow furrowed. "Then we'll have to be careful. He sounds like the type to latch onto those he considers worthy opponents."
"Even if he comes back, we can be better prepared." Michael was holding a replica of his burning sword. "And we might just be able to take information from him."
"As long as I don't have to help…" Margaret leaned away from Michael. As they fell back into squabbling, you sighed.
"It always ends the same way with them."
"'Tis to be expected, given their differences." Catherine stood next to you, watching as Margaret manipulated shards of the mindscape to create walls and platforms to remain out of Michael's reach. "Time for you to go, Jeanne. Someonne is coming to check on you."
"I'll be back when I can."
"No need to hurry." Catherine smiled, waving as she walked towards the quarrelling duo.
"Wait, she's waking up." The voice sounded familiar.
"Oh, good. Let me closer." The second, however, was older and wizened, rasping with age.
"What are you-"
"Oh, it's typical for such cases. Hardly a problem." You were blinded in one eye as it was pulled open, and something was shone into it. "Dilation appears normal. Muscle reflexes can wait, I think."
"I'd prefer if you left matters of healing to those qualified in the matter, Master Nilas." A third voice, again familiar.
"And I will gladly do so, Priestess Barton, but this is important. It is vital in the wake of such unusual symptoms to be sure that there are no unwanted side effects; lack of emotion, demonic possession, death, undeath…"
"You're not making the priestess any happier, Nilas. She's hyperventilating now." And another familiar voice.
"Morlune, if I was dedicated to making people feel better about the world, I would not try to understand it as I do. Now, we know you're awake, Miss Jeanne. It's time to wake up." Opening one eye, you looked up towards the voice. An elderly man with a short-cropped beard and a skullcap was leaning over you, the high collar of a robe visible about his neck.
"Nilas Arcanister, I assume?" Was your voice scratching? How long had you been asleep? He smiled.
"Quite. And with vocal response, we can officially rule out undeath. They do tend to display certain vocal traits, don't you know." He stood straight, forcing you to realize that he was as tall as Sir Morlune, if not taller. "I thought that it would be polite to make sure that you were mostly whole before starting your lessons."
"Lessons?"
"Have you forgotten? Morlune asked me to help you with your literacy!" Oh. He had mentioned something like that. Was the mage truly so insistent?
"No, I remember that. I just have had an unusual night. I'm afraid I'll have to explain the arm…" Morlune stepped into view, as did Alizabeth.
"Your arm?" Morlune's brow furrowed. "What about it?" What?
"It's-" You reached for your right shoulder, and found it intact, but devoid of sensation. "I don't…"
"Jeanne," Morlune sat down next to the bed you occupied, "we will need to talk about this." Alizabeth stepped closer, running a hand filled with Light over your arm.
"The arm is intact, but the soul…" She looked worried. "It is rent. Everything below the shoulder is just missing, as though it was torn away. This shouldn't be possible…" She looked back at you, pointing a finger in what she surely meant as a gesture of authority. "You are going to stay in bed for at least a week, do you understand? Priest's orders!"
"A week?" That sounded arbitrary. "How do you know how long I should stay? And why should I, anyway?" Lying down and doing nothing sounded unappealing. You needed to do something…
"One: you just spent three days with no signs of life except for your breath. No pulse, no heat, nothing!" Alizabeth had practiced that tone of voice. You could tell. " And two, that's how long it will probably take at least that long for you to regain some use of your arm. Until some basic soul-structures are formed, you'll be stuck with an unresponsive lump of flesh and bone." she grimaced, picking up the limp hand. "I don't even want to know if this will adversely affect the healing I gave you."
"So, what am I supposed to do? Just lie here idly as there are things I should be doing out there? That isn't exactly my mission, Priestess."
"She knows, miss." On the other side, you heard Thornby. "I told her after all." Alizabeth huffed.
"Hello, Captain." You nodded towards him. "It's good to see you again."
"Likewise, miss. I'm glad you made it here, well, mostly safely." It was only now that you realized his helm was off. He was scarred many times over, and like his countrymen, his hair was tied back. Alizabeth cleared her throat audibly.
"Yes, Carvell told me. Apparently you gave something of a spectacle in the Whispering Forest." She leaned in, looking you in the eye. "But divine mission or no, you will stay here and look after your own safety for once, is that clear?"
"I…" It was no use. You were sure of that now. "Fine. But what should I do then? I don't want to be idle."
"Well, there are your studies…" Nilas stroked his beard. Why did almost every scholar you had ever met do that? And in the exact same way? "Though you'll have to decide if you want to focus on anything in particular."
"But before that, there is something more important." Morlune leaned forward. "Just what happened, Jeanne?"
It was a valid question, and one you would have to answer eventually. But what did you wnat to say? And how to say it…
Ultimately, you did come to a decision.
Pick One:
[] Tell Everything. No need for secrecy here.
[] A partial truth (the sequel). You explained some of the events, but not everything. (Players must specify what they want to explain as subvotes)
[] Deflect the question. You weren't sure what their responses would be.
Education - Pick One:
[] Focus on Literacy. Sir Morlune was needed on the front. Nilas offered to tutor you as you recovered.
[] Focus on Light. Nilas was needed in his research, so Morlune stayed with you during the days, teaching you what he could.
End of Chapter Three
Factions Met: ???, ???, ???
Reputation Change: Curiosity in ???, Amusing Curiosity in ???, Dangerous Curiosity in ???
Jeanne Status: Mostly-healed right wrist, rent soul and unresponsive left arm
And there you go!
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*Scowls* Yay. I was right.
And now the QM gets to say that trying to fight past instead of running past him would have ended worse for us and anyone who cares laughs in my face about that.
*Sigh*
Ignoring that mess... Why do I feel like Literacy vs. Light is going to come back to bite us no matter which we choose?
And now the QM gets to say that trying to fight past instead of running past him would have ended worse for us and anyone who cares laughs in my face about that.
*Sigh*
Ignoring that mess... Why do I feel like Literacy vs. Light is going to come back to bite us no matter which we choose?
King Tharassian
Governor-Militant
- Location
- Victory Bay, Kronus
You could have done it. It might have ended better. What went wrong was the rolls. Salanar got a minor crit, for crying out loud.
I have certain things as definite, but what exactly happened what not one of them.
Claytonimor
WE WILL TAKE JERUSALEM
- Location
- Loudon, TN
You feel that way probably because you entered into your post with a bad mood. I think it'll go fine either way.
[X] A partial truth (the sequel). You explained some of the events, but not everything. (Players must specify what they want to explain as subvotes)
-[X] Don't include mentions of the Saints, and skim over the parts not directly related to the why of your arm missing its soul
[X] Focus on Literacy. Sir Morlune was needed on the front. Nilas offered to tutor you as you recovered.
Would we have rolled something like a defense roll if we had tried to fight past? And maybe a disengagement roll would have been required?
- Location
- Earth
[X] Tell Everything. No need for secrecy here.
I was against lying to begin with, and this is something they really need to know.
[X] Focus on Literacy. Sir Morlune was needed on the front. Nilas offered to tutor you as you recovered.
While our soul is badly injured seems to me to be the wrong time to try and learn this sort of thing.
I was against lying to begin with, and this is something they really need to know.
[X] Focus on Literacy. Sir Morlune was needed on the front. Nilas offered to tutor you as you recovered.
While our soul is badly injured seems to me to be the wrong time to try and learn this sort of thing.