"This is New…Right?” (A fantasy adventure)

[Solsticegelan]

"This is New…"
An Original Quest.​

You're not quite sure where you are, who you are. There's nothing around you, a murky blackness overtaking your vision, as you stare back at the blackness. You're vaguely aware that it feels like your floating, drifting softly to and thro; as though the nothing you rest spread out upon was the surface of the ocean, yet one you had been submerged under.

You grin slightly, relaxed. The feeling of the murky blackness was actually quite comparable to the water; it was warm, permeating. You could get quite used to this; After all, you were fairly certain you didn't get to relax like this that much before.

"Before?" You realize, your voice distorted and unrecognizable. "Then this is an After."

That's all you say before relaxing again, not quite caring about the mystery of you or your location, simply enjoying it all in the limitlessness of an ironically limited space. Up above you, hovering in what you hope is the sky, lights flicker; Orbs, close enough that if you had the ability to reach out you felt you might reach them, but knew you could not. They glow with vibrant neon light, shifting and churning the darkness around them, leaving an afterglow of long lasting streaks. There was something it reminded you of, though you knew you had never seen it… The Aurora Borealis? Yes, you were confident that was what it reminded you of.

The lights are growing larger now; should you feel worried? They grow less and less distinct, and you can make out shapes dancing within. You squint, unsure of if it will even work, and to your surprise it does; you can more clearly make out the shapes within, each of them clearly animals of some type. There are 7 each, 7 different colors, and each is beautiful.

Each spread, and each separates as they grow closer, larger now, big enough that you don't need to squint or strain your eyes to see them. Six circle around you, in an ever-widening arc, forming a circle with their aftereffects before straightening; and one heads straight for you,its path rotating thinner and thinner, growing closer and closer until you feel as though you must muster all of your will to reach, stretching up to touch…

[X] A Raven, glowing with a murderous red light.
[X] A Cat, dying the blackness around it gray.
[X] A Fox, stealing away the darkness with an orange glow.
[X] A Falcon, its wings disturbing the air around it with a blue glow.
[X] A Snake, tingeing the air a mottled green.
[X] A Rabbit, meekly emboldening the air with a golden-yellow light.
[X] A Dove, piercing the Darkness with a lovely white light.

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Standing upon a Cliffside, A woman looks down upon her child, the lights of a town glowing softly in the distance. The clouds cover the moon as the stars wink down upon her, and she sighs, the black cloth coating her body tightly from her feet to her neck, the material not wielding even the slightest hint of her body to the world both naturally and when exposed to the light.

A light breeze disturbs her black 'hair', artificial and braided into long, large segments; the moon peeks out from the clouds, only partly illuminating her face, which is covered by a bone white mask ,slightly curved, covering all of her face, and bending around to cover even her ears, anything it missed obscured and hidden by the fake hair that was a part of it. The light shined brighter, revealing more of her body in the vague light, from the medallion emboldened by an odd symbol broadly displayed upon her chest and hung by her neck to the odd obsidian gloves she wore.

Yet it did not reveal even the slightest trace of her eyes, the darkness around the holes in the mask only as empty as the void.

"I am sorry, My Child." She softly whispers, the sound unobscured by the mask she wore as she turned, quietly fading away into the night.

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Before going into the below notice, I decided to make this quest an experiment. I decided to see how the story will progress with two different sets of people voting for separate actions from a baseline of charterers, plot, and how the main character themselves changes. How? This quest was also posted on to spacebattles

The start of a Quest, and the Expansion of an universe I still haven't written more than one chapter for because I'm too busy stressing over the details and procrastinating.... Yep, this can only end well. Especially since I haven't posted the story to SV yet. Now, I have several things that need to be voted on now rather than next chapter lest it be pathetically short. What do you get to vote on? Why,the main characters...

Gender
[X] Male
[X] Female

Age
[X] Young, Barely an Adult
[X] A more aged invidiual, well past their Youthful Teenage years

and Finally... Name, my favorite or best-fitting with what has been voted for being the winner.

[X] (Name Here) (Reason Why.)

Votes will be tallied Thursday,but voting ends on Friday, when the Character Sheet will be posted alongside the next 'Chapter'.

 

[Solsticegelan]

It was at that moment he realized he should post the thread rules.

So then, I'll be honest, my system could use some work, seeing how it's partly copied and partly unreliable in the tests I've made so far, but it works well enough that I like it. So, here's a short summery – I use a d20 and two d6 to determine the chances and probability of events happening, characters meeting, so forth and so on. This doesn't mean choices are going to be removed from the reader – it will add just as many as it removes, provided deaths don't happen.

Knowing my writing habits, someone's going to die within 3 chapters. Back to the point, however; I distinguish what I use them for by type - Key Events and Plot Points.

Key Events are things that make a chapter interesting – X meets Y, Z attacks A…. they'll have varying requirements ( The protagonist is sneaking through a castle, roll a 8 or higher to ensure you remain hidden. You were spotted? High speed stat? Roll a 4 or higher to escape the guards.) based on the character in questions stats.

Plot Events are not dead set, and not always beyond control of the player, but most often have varying thresholds for actions, the extremes being the highest or lowest possible. For example… Villian A attacks Ally B from behind, because you the reader chose to spare him. I roll a d20; a 6 or lower ensures the villains attack is ineffective or misses, anything between that and a 10 has his arm cut off, 11-15 is a dehabilitating blow that removes Ally B from the battle, and 16 or higher is death.

Certain modifiers come into effect for both of these – weather, skills, personal effects, reasons to be aware of something occurring soon, and the two d6's were used to get stats for all potential character rolls based on the animal of choice. I will record and post my whatever I role in spoilers at the end of each chapter. This is how the game will operate and progress; but besides that,here are three simple rules for this thread.

Another important part of the quest are Consensus Actions! They're what happens in combat, or whenever I decide default actions are too boring or linear for the quest; all currently participating voters must come to a conclusion and consensus before I write.

Another important part of the quest are Consensus Actions! They're what happens in combat, or whenever I decide default actions are too boring or linear for the quest; all currently participating voters must come to a conclusion and consensus before I write.
Another important part of this quest are Consensus Actions! They're what happens in combat, or whenever I decide default actions are too boring or linear for the quest; all currently participating voters must come to a conclusion and consensus before I write.

1. No cluttering the thread with unneccesary arguements - If someone says they think X will happen, but you think Y will, thats all there is to it. If things get out of hand I will shut it down.

2. If you feel like something makes no sense, my storytelling isnt good enough, or I'm not giving enough interactions and choices to you the reader? Speak up, bring it to my attention. Throw around a theory or two, those are enjoyable and contribute to the thread.

3. If votes are insufficient or incapable of/for determining how events will play out, then a random number generator or my dice will be used to break the tie and determine what will happen next, or votes will be drawn from the sister thread on spacebattles.
3B. If three days pass without any new votes, the polls shall close.

Questions and more Votes are appreciated.

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As of 3/8/16, it was brought to my attention by Hannz that I should probably have included links to the other threads. So, here we go - the related articles section, also part of the rules.

Related Content

"This is New...Right?" [SB,]
Aranel [SV,SB,FP]​

 

[Solsticegelan]

You reach up, using all of your will to stretch your hand upwards, barely passing by the Raven's light. You hold your hand there for what seems to be an eternity, and as the raven descends upon it, its light enveloping you as your hand remains held high, the raven simply sits there, perched upon your tilted hand, and its sharp talons don't truly register to you, even as your hand begins to bleed. The light of the others grow fainter, you realize; they're leaving. Or perhaps it is the light from the raven, already enveloping your entire body, which is causing the others to fade?

The raven stares at you, with orange eyes bloodshot by green veins.

You stare back.​

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You awaken, coughing slightly, mumbling under your breath as you reach towards where instincts state your covers should be ; you pull, and then turn over, only to fall off of a rock with a loud *THRUMP* onto your face.

Gasping as you fully awaken before turning over to lie on your back, pushing your body forward, to look around. With a vague shock, you realize you had been lying upon a large rock, jutting out of the ground at a titled angle. You don't recognize where you are, because as far as you can see there is nothing but pine trees and an occasional oak, vaguely obscured by mist in the afternoon suns glare, with a single cliff face against the rising terrain to your left. You're certain that there are no such forests within hundreds of miles of your home. What had you been doing last night to cause…?

Your thoughts are cleared when you realize something. Everything hurts. You're in pain, and your insides are burning. Moving into a kneeling position and clutching your stomach, you cough again, before vomiting and… Oh god, was that blood? You cough again, and more blood follows, coloring the rock you had been sleeping on red and yellow.

You can't stop coughing now; blood is flying freely, and you've fallen onto your sides. Finally, it slows, and you swear that amongst the ever-growing pool of blood you see blue embers, slowly dying as they burn out on top of the blood. You groan as you finally stop, lightheaded and off-balance.

Staggering to your feet, you wipe your mouth free of blood on your sleeve. The pain was fading now, whatever injury you had obtained somehow healing itself. Looking down at your sleeve as you continue wiping away the blood, you can't but think that you don't recall wearing a red dress last night. That only makes your situation worse; you need to figure out exactly what the hell happened to you. The last thing you remembered was… was…

"Well, shit." You deadpan, panic setting in. You don't remember…. Well… anything. You panic internally, trying to find anything to latch onto. There's nothing but instincts, vague shadows of preferences and habits. Are you even… you anymore? You don't know, but you don't let yourself be bothered by it for long. You know, no matter what, that you're the type of person who would refuse to dwell on such negative things for long, not let them beat her. Gazing over at the pool of blood you had just coughed up, you shuffle away from it before sitting down, concluding you need to think. Find something focus on, to keep whatever identity you might have, or to remember what had happened to you the previous night. Above all else, you know that whatever had happened to you had happened last night.

"Beatrice." You murmur after a moment. Yes, that was your name. You smile and nod, standing up once more as you brush some dirt off of your clothing. Wait, what the hell were you wearing? You hadn't had the time to examine yourself since your rather abrupt revival nearly half an hour ago now, if you were to judge by the suns position in the sky.

You had no idea where the hell you had gotten your clothing, but you liked it. Your top was mainly red, with a black, feathery design along its top layer, my modest breasts barely peeking out from its top. You pause there; you felt a bit of anger the moment you thought of your breasts' size. Huh. You hoped you weren't THAT petty a person. Going back to examining your clothing, noting the orange lining on your shoulders and spiraling patterns leading up to your chest only to end where the feathery pattern began, you grin. The clothes felt comforting, simple.

Of course, you noted that simplicity ended immediately after the orange belt you wore. Connected to your upper dress, and the outermost layer of what you wore on your bottom. It was similar to the upper layer of your robes, black and feathery in appearance, but smooth and silky when you ran your fingers across the material.; yet somehow ragged near its edges, which reached down. However, that was only the outermost layer, barely stretching around the middle segment, and coming nowhere near your sides; and on that note, you couldn't help but think that the middle layer seemed oddly stylized and impractical.

Primarily red with golden outlines, with a far deeper red color on their insides, what I had dubbed as the middle layer was… weird, at best. Also a part of your top, they each started from the back of legs, curving out sharply and stiffly; even odder, the section on your right seemed to curve down slightly further than the one on the left.

And finally, that left the black boots and the bundle of robes, tightly clung and wrapped around your waist, not a single gap left in it save for the long black pants you wore, made of the same material as the pants which seemed to extend to your boots. You nod to yourself once more, hoping it won't become a regular occurrence, and decided to set off towards the cliff face you had noticed earlier to see if you could find civilization and to escape the wolves that had surrounded you as I had examined myself.

Wait…what?

Realization set in as the three gray wolves, silent up until this point, began to growl.

…What is with my luck today?

One of the wolves leaped forward, and you reached for a weapon, anything to defend yourself, only to grimly realize there was nothing the moment the wolves' claws collide with the sides of your chest, tearing a wide gash in your stomach and clothing. You gasp in pain as blood flies freely, the others closing in for the kill, as blue flames stutter and start flowing as freely as your blood, a minor inferno of sorts seemingly starting and fading down without harming you.

They don't stall for more than a hesitant second, already on top of you, one of them quite literally as it had pounced on you, its foul breath and saliva dripping onto your face…

And then, it simply isn't. You blink slightly, before realizing that you are now under the equally confused wolf. You make a faint sound of surprise, only hearing a warbled "Caw!" before realizing what had happened. Looking down at your now black-feathered chest, possessing three much smaller gashes that glowed with a faint blue light, you waste no time, immediately hopping and flapping, instinct overriding thought for the moment as you gained momentum and flew.

It was apparent what had happened

You had turned into a Raven.

You had no idea how, but you were perfectly fine with this for now. You laugh, the best equivalent you can at the moment, as you soar above the tree's now, enjoying this experience immensely. Instinct still guides you, and before long, you find an air current, carrying you higher and higher as you being to circle around.

Far off in the distance, you see a town, smoke from chimney stacks rising above the pines, and the cliff face formerly to your lefts seems as though it is a much more appealing and easily reached option than it had been beforehand. Thinking, you realize you didn't even have a true plan before. From here, you can see everything; you seem to be near the slope of some kind of mountain, with a river flowing about a half mile east of where you had awakened.

Your stomach rumbles, and the urge to hunt or find carrion begins to overwhelm you.

No. you mentally berate yourself. Take back Control. We need to straighten our priorities. But that was the question. What do you do? You can't speak anymore, you're hungry, you're thirsty, and you just spent the better part of an hour bleeding out and going from one near-death experience to the next, when you weren't just standing around and thinking, and that was excluding what the hell had just happened to you.

Your wings miss a beat, and the three slashes in your chest flare up in pain. You were suddenly aware of exactly how tired you were, and how bad a shape you were in.

But that only raises the question once more. What should you do?

Select two, and vote in order of priority for short term goals.
[X] Examine the town
[X] Figure out what the hell just happened to you, and if possible, change back
[X] Give in to the Raven's instincts for now, and find food
[X] No really, figure out what the fuck just happened and figure out what those blue flames were
[X] Go to the cliff face and rest until you're in a better condition
[X] Attempt to figure out who you are, and what you were doing in the middle of the woods

So then, my writings a bit... everywhere this chapter, and I'll need to revise it. It kinda of splits between first and second person from Beatrice's view the entire time, and I'm not entirely certain it makes for a good viewing experience. Sometimes she's refered to as "I" "Me" and "My",but sometimes I simply use you. It will be settled and fixed by the next chapter.
EDIT: No seriously, I have no idea what the hell I was thinking when I wrote this.

In other news, here are the Dice Rolls.​

Spoiler: Dice Rolls

Wolf Pack – Numbers Roll; 4 Modifier; None
Roll 1-4; 3 wolves
Roll 5-10; 4 wolves
Roll 11-15; 5 wolves
Roll 16-20; 6 Wolves

Awakening Time – Delay Roll; 3 Modifier; None
Odd Number – Awaken late
Even Number – Awaken early

Transformation time Roll:3 Modifier:None
8,3,6,12 – Massive damage and wound
2,5 ,9,11– Minor damage and wound
4,7,,10 – Sets in fast enough to avoid damage​

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[Solsticegelan]

Charecter Sheet- Beatrice

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Name - Beatrice
Age- Young, and unremembered. She guesses she is 23.
Height – 5'9
Additional Information - ???!!!ERROR!!!ERROR???!!!

Abilities​

Metamorphosis - Through a unique method, Beatrice is able to turn into the appropriate animal, acquiring all physical traits associated with them, losing the ability to speak, and an unique ability for each.
This means she may turn into a Raven, glowing with a murderous red light. Its ability is Bloodshed, allowing it to track bleeding entities, and see sights of recent battle, death, or bloodshed. Passively increases stats the more bloodshed there has been in an area.

(Un)Noble Appearance- Closely related to metamorphosis; Beatrice's clothes and appearance will always attempt, often successfully, to repair themselves and keep themselves looking as best they can. Unfortunately, that means that she can't remove them. Period. Have fun Beatrice!
On a secondary note, her condition while a Raven is always going to affect her look when she shifts back to a human, and vice versa.

Unnatural Flames - Fatal wounds seem to become merely dangerous, your skin harder, your reflexes enhanced at the best and worst of times, your eyes glowing with an unnatural blue flame, as do your wounds as they heal far quicker both outside of battle and within. Its exact nature, effects, and origins beyond what you've observed are unknown

Marksmanship Mastery- Through years of training, muscle memory, and instinct, you are an excellent marksman; you may create your own bows, arrows, and shoot with the utmost precision. Anything vital to your craft, you know how to do...even if you're not aware of it.]​

Raven's Tongue - The Raven is a Trickster, A manipulator, a master of turning conversations to her favor or extracting exactly what she wants and more from you; Grants you a +2 modifier on Interrogation, Conversation ,and all related rolls.

Inventory
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X1 Red Robes
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Beatrice Stat Sheet​

Current HP: 120/150 ( Generalized Status of Overall Health.)
Curent Mana: 5/60 ( Generalized yet again.) (Yes,She has this.)
Strength: 3 +2 (5)
Endurance: 5 +1 (6)
Intellect: 3 +1 (4)
Wisdom: 8
Agility: 5
Speed: 8
Reflexes: 2
Control: 2
Luck: 4 -1 (3)

Stat Changes
[Achievement Unlocked! The dice hate you, period. The story's plot absolutely loves you, though! -1 Luck, +1 Intellect]
[Achivement Unlocked! Marksmanship Mastery Passive Effects - You have trained for years with your weapon of choice; your muscles of grown as your skill has, as has your endurance. +2 Strength, +1 Endurance.]​

[Achievement Unlocked! Raven's Tongue - The Raven is a Trickster, A manipulator, a master of turning conversations to her favor or extracting exactly what she wants and more from you; Grants you a +2 modifier on Interogation, Conversation ,and all related rolls.]

 

[Solsticegelan]

"This is New,Right?"
Chapter 1.2 - A Ravens Instincts​

You flap once more, your elevation rising higher as you being to circle higher. You wanted to figure out exactly what had happened to you, but first? You needed to eat, to find food. As much as you wanted to figure everything out, from the blue flames to your current form, the phrase currently coming to your mind was "Physical well-being, then identity crisis.". On that note, you needed to figure out what exactly you would do for food.

Your memory, however vague, notes that ravens were omnivorous to some extent, but that they were also scavengers – carrion eaters. You could try and go hunt on your own, but there was a smell in the air, wafting into your nostrils; and it was absolutely delicious. You could feel your mouth salivating, your will wavering, as not only your sense of smell alerted you to a feast, but so too did some sixth sense; an aura of decay, of death and bloodshed, coalescing from many areas into a single large collection. Your wings beat faster the closer you got, the energy they consumed reduced, and your wound less painful every time you drew near to the beacon of death, fading as your circular flight pattern drew you further away. Your instincts told you how horrible an idea this was, to give into the Ravens instincts; but your intellect also admitted that you had no idea how to hunt, how to truly care for yourself as you were. But your instincts as a Raven, which had already taught you to fly?

They most certainly did.

You decided to concede your body and your will to the Raven; you didn't fight it as your body turned, as you silently sunk towards the not-quite-yet-setting sun, nor as the elevating terrain slunk away in such a way that the pines grew sparser or sharp spikes in the terrains height could be seen in the distance.

You did, however, stop above a clearing, where your strength was elevated and you could no longer feel your wounds so that you may begin circling around…

…an extremely appetizing pile of dead, rotting corpses. Huh. You knew that under almost any other circumstance, you would be gagging due to the smell you now found so appealing, or be properly horrified at the rabbits stacked high with massive bites taken out of them, of the deer who had been decapitated and chewed to the bone, the large bear's corpse, or the several large wolves who had been simply killed, with several legs missing here or there. That certainly explained the desperate and small pack you had encountered.

As you circled lower and lower, you took a note that some of the wolves' corpses looked quite recent. In addition to seeing freshly trampled grass and marks signifying depression from whatever had dragged these wolves here, you can feel their warmth from up above, whatever sixth sense you possessed working quite well in your favor. That didn't mean the ravens instincts weren't also telling you to land there, your nose picking out the scent of fresh blood and therefore the best meal.

Rapidly flapping your wings to slow your decent as you fly over to the wolves with thoughts of truly petty vengeance in mind, you immediately dig in, your beak picking out chunks you quickly swallow as you gorge yourself. It isn't even the ravens' instincts telling you to do so, but rather your own, your immense hunger winning over even that of an animals.

You aren't quite sure how long you sit there, at the wolves chest, spitting aside fur as you pick away deeper and deeper; you just know that there certainly wasn't a hole that was both wider and deeper than you when you had first landed here. You didn't even know how that was possible; was it because you had flown and walked about with an empty stomach for nearly two hours now? Were you burning off what you ate faster than it was digested to sate your hunger? Or did you and your Human self share stomachs?

…did you just refer to your normal self as though it were a separate entity? Oh, that could not be a good sign. You had been doubting yourself far too often as well, going off on minor tangents and taking far too long to take things in. You supposed it might simply be a part of your amnesia and shocking events you were entirely too accepting of, but with your appetite quickly becoming satisfied, you could afford to-

*crunch*

Focus on that ominous noise that sounded less like a twig snapping and more like a log falling instead of on your past. You are suddenly aware of a gaze – uncomfortable and piercing, and unmistakably intelligent.

You search the trees for the source of the noise, your head performing a wide sweep as you prepare to take off at the slightest threat – but find nothing. Not even the snapped log, a sound you had pinned as quite distinctive, could be found. You could pinpoint the direction it had come from, however; it would be right in front of you.

No reason to risk your life for your hunger, right? But…

It smells so good.

A compromise, then.

Further away from the predator, further from our unidentified threat you conclude. Your appetite hasn't been sated, and despite feeling the gaze still fixed on you, you can't pick out even the slightest trace of whatever had caused the noise's presence.

With two quick hops, you're facing the opposite direction; and with a quick flap and minor effort, you've moved away from the wolf you had been feasting upon and were now roosting atop the decaying and already consumed rabbits. Sniffing around the edges of their wounds reveals a sickly scent, one that immediately brings a hint of bile to your avian throat, which you quickly swallow. Up close, even the rotting flesh around the rabbit's wounds looks sickly and you can even spy hints of an unnatural green tinge to their edge.

Poison you glumly reflect. Perhaps not the best idea to indulge the Raven's –

You are immediately snapped out of your reverie by the presence of the exceptionally large reptile bearing down upon you with a wide, gaping maw you are entirely certain was large enough to devour you in a single bite. With a loud shriek of a Caw, you jump backwards, propelling yourself away with quick rigid flapping as panic seizes your mind – just as it does the Raven's. You turn around quickly, not even able to register a detail about the creature other than its green scales and large, large size before you've forcibly gained a massive height increase, already caught in a warm thermal, drifting up above the tree line.

Flee, Flee, Flee…

The adrenaline is pounding in your mind; your instincts are screaming one, and your body refuses to do otherwise. With a pull, and an extremely painful mental motion you don't think is even describable, you gain back control over your body. You quickly turn, the ground below you quickly growing further, as you elect to catch a glimpse of whatever it was that had attacked you.

True to your word, you do catch a glimpse of the creature. The first thing that strikes you as noticeable about it is its color – you can barely pick it out from the ground below you, even as it paces and passes over the large piles of fresh meat you couldn't even begin to guess as to why it had began stockpiling. The next thing you choose to note are the long and curling yellowed horns its sports, its ragged and injured wings sprawling out behind it, and the…

Oh dear. Injured wings.

You still circle around it, but you feel as though if you could have frozen in your tracks, you would've; a deathly cold shiver passing through your spine. If this thing hadn't been injured, you would've died in a heartbeat, and you wouldn't have come close to escaping it. The realization is… unsettling, to say the least. You had a distinctly Draconian name for its species on the tip of your tongue, but unfortunately…

Fear. Run.

…you glumly note that the Raven had also suffered an unsettling revelation, the fear quickly overcoming you as you slowly feel your mind slipping away into a deep sleep, mentally exhausted…

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Panic. Consciousness returning. Flee, Eat, Rest.

"What an unfortunate turn of events."

Realization. Unsettled. Reevaluating…. Panic, Flee, Eat, Rest.

"No, I don't think so."

Inquisitive mental probing. Unable to overcome. Panic, flee faster, Sustenance found, Rest.

"I should be insulted that you think I can be overcome that easily, shouldn't I, you dumb bird?"

Indignant. Panic, flee faster, Sustenance consumed, Rest.

"Well, it appears 'young' Beatrice can't get her head out of trouble, can she? Here I thought she was the responsible one, if not only a little butt hurt over certain womanly articles. I'd say the dice hate her before withdrawing that statement as stupid if I hadn't met several gambling gods of chance already."

New topic. Womanhood. Season appropriate. Warmth. Panic, Flee faster, Rest, Find Mate.

"Case in point."

New urges. Repeated Indignancy, Pride. Warmth. Panic, Flee faster, Rest, Find Mate. Find Defense.

"Defiantly not letting THAT happen on my watch, especially when she's oh so far from my own fate. Her B̖͎̮̪̬͖͂̈͆ͤ͊̓́ò̲̝͇̤̦̙̞̝̆̏̋ͦ͛̆ͣ̀͟͢n̙͔͈̹͉͐̇ͩ̄̑̊ͥ͢͡ḛ̴̰͍̻̺͎̰̐ͣͫ̾sͪ̄̂̂́͜҉̞̜͉͎̙͚̲̙ ̵̬̻̱͕̆̏͊͜ͅǫ̟͉͙͎̤̹̳͉̿ͧ́ͣ̇ͪ̽̓f̫̜͎̭̠̘̠̔ͤ̀͢ ͚̹̘̖̞̣̳ͧ͐N̲̝̦̼͋̆̽̈́̄͋́̆͢o̸̸̬̺̭̙͍̐ͫ̾ͦ͌̌̚̚ť̻̱̰͚̜̗̘͉̏̒͗̔ͬ̉͌ḧ̡̟̠̻̺́̏̌̚i̸̟̦̣̜̩ͭ̄͂͠n̤̩̲̫̂͗̅̆̓͊̏̚͞g̞͉͈̠̓̿̃ͯ͂̐͢ have barely manifested themselves, after all, and she hasn't even encountered –ah, getting off track, aren't I? I'd say it's my turn to take this body out for a spin, eh?"

Panic. Fear. Retaliate, no success, incre-

"There we are.Oh Beatrice… You always had the least control, didn't you? I cant do this again... and even if I do, I'll..."

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As you sleep, you dream. But not of your many, many tragically harrowing and mentally scaring close encounters; you dream of a smiling woman, with bronze skin and long flowing black hair. You sit on an uncomfortable wooden chair as she scolds you, pointing to a wooden training weapon.

"Beatrice, what possessed you to sneak out of your room in the middle of the night..."

The moon chooses this moment to break out from beneath the clouds hiding it, shining through the foliage making the roof of your partially open-air training area, located high within the branches of !!!ERROR???ERROR!!!

"...and train without me being here to guide you? Now get up, you're doing it all wrong dear." You mother says, a smile coming to her face as her short-lived scold ends. Your shocked face quickly fades to a wide childish grin as you run over to your weapon of choice...

[X] A Wooden sword, efficient and brutal.
[X] A Training bow, of deceptively large size compared to you
[X] A Wooden Lance, swift, quick, and devestating

You train for the entire night, your mother guiding you every action, drills coming and changing faster than you can memorize them, skills engraved in your mind for the first time and meant to last an eternity....

...What... is this memory?
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Well, the dice and the most reasonable decision combined to force my hand way too early. I had to end this chapter like this simply because I had no alternative options for choices to give you guys. Defiantly hasn't turned Laquita's SB threads "not a deathtrap" option into "almost certainly a deathtrap.".... actually, it doesn't by simple luck. On that note! Time to explain exactly what went wrong.

...Nothing on your part, actually. You did one of the smartest possible things and had Beatrice tend to her hunger because she had literally emptied her stomach and nearly bled to death. You didn't, however, do it in the best way. You could've gone to rest at the cliffs, from when you might've been able to find something to eat, or to the village where you could've snagged something an- ranting? Me? Never.

What really went wrong here was an unfortunate series of dice rolls and stats, both from this section and the last, combining to allow her to not notice the beast, loose control of herself, and horrendous control after forgetting about her secondary priority for the time being because murder beasts and instinct. But hey, all well that ends well! That's a saying,right? Next chapter will focus on the secondary priority and the 'Third Priority.',so to speak, so don't worry about that.

Spoiler: Dice Rolls and Notable Achievements

Roll for Encounter Roll: (17) 13 Modifier: Awoke later in the day; +4 Modifier
No signs of an encounter; 1-4
You are being stalked; 4-10
You are alerted to your stalkers prescience; 11-14
You are confronted as you finish eating; 15-18
You are confronted as you are eating; 19-20

Do you overcome your instincts? Roll: (7) 9 Modifier; Low control (Under 3); -2 Modification
You fly away, only to reclaim control later; 1-4
You manage to catch a glimpse, but do not gain control; 5-6
You overcome your instincts long enough to claim a glance; 7-10
You fully claim control, and gain a full glimpse of the creature; 11-12

Spoiler: Dice Rolls and Notable Achievements

Do you regain control, or lose consciousness until the following day? Roll: (0)3 Modifier; Low Control (Under 6); -3 Modification
Option Forcefully Granted; What? Wut? WUT?!; 0 and below.
You fail to regain control, and lose consciousness; 1-5
You successfully combat your instincts, exhausting yourself in the process; 6-9
You manage to regain control quite easily; 10-12

[Achievement Unlocked! The dice hate you, period. The story's plot absolutely loves you, though! -1 Luck, +1 Intellect]

Edit; So, apparently no matter what I do the dice rolls refuse to be anything but be separated into two boxes. Somehow. Is this fixable?

 

[Solsticegelan]

"This is New, Right?"
Chapter 1.3 – A Raven's Knowledge​

Why are you watching this? What are you thinking? What are you doing? You recognize this, you recognize HER, you recognize YOU, but you don't know anything!

The You of the past is being lined up by error; You know she's your mother, so why can't you remember her? Why can't you recall when you last saw ERROR? So why can't you think of her name? The You of the Past is, was?, being instructed, now; lessons you could repeat to yourself in your sleep.

You watch a far younger you draw, be guided through the motions to fire; and shoot. Again and Again, and just as you are comfortable, you are moved to another procedure. So you shoot and shoot again, cycling through a dozen different actions, guided no more. Until your mother stands by, simply watching you practice, the sun now visibly rising through the Canopy of ERROR. ERROR ERROR ERROR; Which made. No. Sense. You knew where you were, and you fully recalled your training, though you hadn't realized it; so why could you ~BZZT~ ERROR.

You knew that you knew these places, you could name your home as ERROR; so why couldn't you?! All of this made no sense! Suddenly interrupting your thoughts is a thunk, the awareness that you're holding something.

Blinking, you look down at your hands; you hold the training bow now, so large compared to you at that age, and feel oh so proud. Turning it over to examine what you recall to be an old, splintery thing, you note that it isn't old, nor splintery; it possessed a pristine, almost waxy sheen. Just like the one the Younger you had. Turning it over to grasp it in both hands, you begin feelings its edges and contours; it was so familiar…

You're suddenly aware of you mother standing behind you; what?! You knew she had been the ERROR, but how had she-

"I'm proud of you, Beatrice." She said, ruffling your hair. The bow felt heavier now, larger as your grip slackens, no longer able to complete the grip they once had on the bow. It's larger, longer; the same size as you knew it had been when you were a child. You look up; why did you need to crane your neck to stare at your mothers face?

"You need to eat, dear. You've done well – why, it would've taken me twice as long to go through those drills as you took at your age! But I think you've stayed up a bit past your bedtime…"

"Only the teensiest bit" You giggle, freezing as you did so. Why had you-

"In fact, we might've stayed up past everyone's bedtimes, considering the fact your sister is about to walk up the stairs and through that door, fully refreshed." Your mother continues, pointing to a door you recalled to be red oak with some oddly elaborate and unnecessary design carved into it; while being reprimanded, your head had fallen; and now you struggled against your will to peek around your mother.

"Mom? ERROR ERROR ERROR" Error said, pushing the doors open as ERROR. ~BZZT~

-0-0-0-​

Groaning as you awake, you're unaware of anything but two realizations. The first was that there was clearly more going on here than you thought there was, if mysterious half-remembered dreams full of frustration where any indication; and the second was that your headache could not go away any faster.

You flinch, putting your hand to your forehead; pulling yourself up and resting your elbows onto your elbows, you look around you. You see the still-bellowing smoke in the distance, a sure sign of civilization and therefore your salvation, and looking behind you and towards this mountains peak, you can see the sun preparing to set; Dusk must be almost upon you.

"Just what I needed…" You mutter while you shuffle around a bit, dusting off your clothing as you start standing; Judging from the fact that the tree's tops were barely in front of you (And the roughly 20 foot drop in front of you.), you had woken up on top of the cliff.
At this point, your hunger had been more than satisfied, your mind rested, and now that you weren't about to act irrationally and without a plan, you needed to figure everything out. Kicking aside a nearly meatless mouse from aside your foot off the cliff, you turn so that you may begin to pace back and forth.

So, to start, you had woken up in a forest. You have nothing more than memories, and immediately after waking up in pure agony and emptying your stomach until you were dry heaving nothing save for blood and odd blue flames, sitting around for a hour to do no more than dredge up your name, you were attacked by wolves. This, of course, prompted you to turn into a Raven, fly away, and needlessly endanger yourself in a situation that you didn't even need to get yourself into in the first place. Your time as a raven was… blurry, obscure after a while; you couldn't quite recall what had happened after you had been attacked by that …thing. And to top it all off, you might've caught a cold; you remember sneezing several moments at the most inopportune times.

Pausing in your pacing, you bring a hand to your mouth in thought. There was something you were missing, something you couldn't quite recall. Had there been… a voice? No, that wasn't it… there was something else, something important and obvious you were missi-

You freeze, slowly moving your hand away so that you may stare at your hand.

Oh.

Oh.

That… that was probably it. Add "Turning back to normal while atop a cliff after losing consciousness" to your list of things to figure out. At least you hadn't lost your clothes in the transition… that would've been unfortunate, even for you. You could worry about having a convenient dresser later, and more about everything else now.

So then, out of that gigantic list of problems you had to worry about and try to puzzle out right now, what had you gotten out of all of that?

Absolutely nothing beyond that you were goddamned weird by even your own standards. So then, it was time to puzzle everything out, wasn't it? You needed it start with the things that you couldn't let screw you over unexpectedly in the future first; and the one that may serve to help you?
Your unexpected Metamorphosis.

A simple look at the village's smokestacks, now far fewer than they had been earlier, told you all you needed to know. On foot, it would take several hours to climb down from this cliff and reach the refuge the town might offer before night fell and its presumable gates fell, when those wolves that had attacked me earlier might be on the prowl again, or even worse, it may be the selected hunting time for the creature that you had almost died to earlier. That thing had killed a bear in what had appeared to be a simple fight, with no claw marks mawing its pelt; a second encounter would not bode well for you. Even if your recent memories had revealed your deeply ingrained training with a bow thanks to your mother-

You choke at the thought of your mother. You had forgotten her, in your dream; you recalled she had bronze skin and long, silky black hair; hazel eyes, a kind and loving voice…

…So why had your thoughts been poisoned by hatred and malice? No Beatrice, No… That's not important right now. You need to focus on what you should be doing.

Therefore, newfound issues with your moth- …mother aside, you could either attempt to find a hideaway and sleep the night away before trekking over to the village – or do something incredibly stupid, against all of your better judgment.

Your transformation earlier had either been triggered by your pain, fear, or imminent death; it may have been simple high-strung emotions that triggered it, but it just as easily could've been the need to avoid danger. In either case…

Your eyes trail over to the cliffs edge.

….Goddamnit, who had you just reminded yourself of?

-0-0-0-​

A young girl dressed in white, calmly walking alongside a river, chose that moment to sneeze. She certainly hoped she hadn't caught a cold… and why had the term sisterly abuse come to her mind again?

-0-0-0-​

What would the wisest (or dumbest) decision be?
[X] Force your Raven form to the surface by jumping; They should have time enough to react, right?
[X] Attempt to find shelter for the night, and make your way towards the village at a later date.
[X] [Write In]

Ability Unlocked!
[ Marksmanship Mastery- Through years of training, muscle memory, and instinct, you are an excellent marksman; you may create your own bows, arrows, and shoot with the utmost precision. Anything vital to your craft, you know how to do...even if you're not aware of it.]
[Achivement Unlocked! Marksmanship Mastery Passive Effects - You have trained for years with your weapon of choice; youre muscles of grown as you have down so, as has your endurance. +2 Strength, +1 Endurance.]

Spoiler: Dice Roles

Awakening Time? Roll; 4 Modifiers Unavailable
Dusk – 1, 4, 7,10,13,16,
Night - 2, 5,8,11,14,17,19
The Next Morning - 3, 6,9,12,15,18,29

Spoiler: Dice Roles

Recalls Mother? Roll: 19 Modifiers: None
Odds – Yes
Evens - No

Edit; The First section has now been fixed, as italic text and bold text were somehow undone and then unnoticed until after I posted. Still cant fix the Spoilers...

 

[Solsticegelan]

An Excerpt from The Lords Holy Book

Ascension 12, Verse 8

Realized​

She screeched in agony at the sky for the betrayal she had suffered. Her loyalty had gotten her nothing, and all her power had been abandoned, for it was not truly hers. Since the dawn of time she had defended the World Tree Yggdrasil, source of all magic, which sprouted up and formed a vast impenetrable dome around the waters of creation, the place which exists outside of all that is from which all else had sprung.

Her duty had been thus; to monitor the many branches of reality that her world tree touched, and prevent threats from those it did not. The power granted to her was immense, and she had felt untouchable, for little could. Rain reached down, pouring down upon her, as she clutched the ground in an all-consuming anger.

One simple failure, in a shimmering computer like reality on but a twig of Yggdrasil had been broken, shattered from within, for she had failed to see the threat within. Failed to save a single atom of the minority of reality. For that, whatever sentience the indescribable tree that had not even one consistency in how it was viewed had cast her down, stripped her of all the might she had thought hers.

So she looked up at a blood red sky which possessed a setting sun as blue ethereal grass was stirred by the wind, as the Fae dragons youth danced, pinpricks of light appearing as though they were stars in the sky, and shouted her wrath out so all may hear it.

"Why have I been forsaken so? Have I been cast down for Hubris? For thinking strength not mine was my own? For failure to save that which I swore to protect? Whatever the answer, I know this; the fate chosen for me is unjust. I want vengeance! So I ask, what must be done for me to become more, to gain strength my own?"

And heard it was, as the Fae's sparkling lights vanished in fear and the wind stopped rustling as she allowed her silky black hair fall soaked around her, tears streaming unrelated for her hazel skin. Standing before her now were they; The Blade and the Mind, Our Lord Aranel and Our Nameless Wielder.

As he stared down at her, with normally deceiving eyes now as perceptive as the eyes which had watched it as all of infinity would pass by them in but an instant, a blue so deep it had killed, and addressed her.

"Shush now, Betrayed Guardian. You were holy, and now you are nothing. Will you allow yourself to remain as such?"

"I shall not." She replied, meeting his gaze.

"I can offer you power. A chance to become more."

"But why?" She murmured, entranced in his eyes, through which she could only begin to comprehend what he knew. "I will not be betrayed, not have the strength that is not mine torn away from me after being deceived yet again." She declared to this strange man in front of her.

"Because I understand what must become of you. You are a key, but you are strong. I could not touch you, visit you, before now… any actions I take would be undone, any speeches given invalidated. I can give you strength your own, earned and not to ever be taken, so long as you understand. So I ask you to simply look."

And with a gesture, she was torn from her rapturous gaze into his eyes, and observed the truth. She witnessed everything, how small and insignificant the tree known as Yggdrisal was, how even all of them – for now she knew of all of them, a base stretching out endlessly across all of existence, cut again and again by the Knife known as Time – and so to saw herself, cast out time and time again. She fell into different worlds, different locations, and each time she watched. Sometimes she simply lived an average life, Sometimes she was fueled by her rage until she died, sometimes she fought for good and sometimes for evil; but most often, her actions were morally grey, so much so they all blurred together. Once she had married a man her greatest foe in another world, and here she had simply possessed the luck to fall into the one place things would not diverge, where things would be made permanent.

And so she learned.

"I understand." She quietly said in awe, still slumped over on her knees as she had earlier, when broken. No more would she let her past mistakes ridicule her. "What power do you offer me that I may claim to be my own, not to claim a vengeance which shall overcome me, but so that I may fulfill your goals?"

"I offer you but three simple gifts, to do with as you wish, so that I may never remove them from you with all but greater force or your consent." He replied, taking slow steps closer. "Your power might have been granted, a simple blessing of great strength, but it did not grant you something only you possessed and contributed. Skill. "

Before the still-kneeling woman, he leaves two blades, simple and unadorned; a long, thin blade and a brutal cleaver, each glinting to reveal exactly how deadly they could be, even with minimal light in the rain.

"This is why I offer you these blades two. Take them up, and become the edge against which I whittle worlds; the fine blade that shall sharpen fate to my devices. Take them, and pledge to me that you shall do only as is best for all as you serve under me, so that you may shape your blade to your own devices and make them truly yours."

The woman shuffled about for a moment before standing, the amber light of her eyes glinting with only determination, in each hand now gripping the blades. Holding them out before her, she bowed, a silent pledge passing before the two figures.

"My second offer to you is this Mask alone; take it, and let it represent you."

"I thank thee, my lord." She stated, examining the mask now held out in Our Lord's hands. It was the three-pronged mask, the simplest yet the most beautiful of all the Lord's symbols. She delicately removed it, placing it upon her head, allowing its fake braids to fall down her back.

"With this, I am not what was, nor am I what might have been. Now… I am new. Now, I may take up the mantle as your servant, as a leader, without fear, and for that I thank you my lord."

"What I offer you next …" The Lord continued, pausing for a moment. "Is nothing. No more, no less than this simple question, worthless to all who may hear it and cannot shape it, for you must make it your own as you shall the swords and the mask; who are you?"

"I am the Enigma." Our Lady replied.

 

[Solsticegelan]

"This is New, Right?"
1.4 - A Raven Roosts​

Looking at the cliffs edge, you blink for a moment before laughing. There was no way you were going to hop off of the cliff on the off chance it would turn you into a Raven; and even if it could, you didn't even remember how you had changed back earlier, much less how you had flown… in fact, you found it reasonable to assume you had returned to your normal state-of-being entirely because you had fallen asleep.

With night doomed to fall, sitting around here and trying to figure things out simply wouldn't work, nor would my previous plans. I had angered some kind of dragon; it was… definitely small, and you hadn't exactly heard any strings of Draconic cursing beyond angry bellows as far as you could recall, so perhaps it had been some kind of Wyvern…. Or a simple Wyrmling, so smug and self-confident in their superiority they don't feel the need to curse at a random bird that just so happened to piss them off.

You couldn't let yourself get distracted now, not with your time running short… these little thought blurbs you'd been experiencing could wait. For now, you needed to find shelter, preferably safe and sound in case whatever large, scaled, and nasty thing you had angered had decided to chase you or caught your scent. Considering the fact you were still alive, you would prefer to think it hadn't caught it, but you weren't going to take any chances.

Shivering a bit as a heavy gust of wind blows past you, you walk back towards the mountains base; this particular area you were in wasn't the steepest section of the mountain, and you were fairly certain you could find small cave or alcove to bunker down for the night somewhere in this area. Letting you eyes look towards the now obscured quickly setting sun, you sighed. The sky was tinged orange and yellow, and off towards where the last smoke plume from the village could be seen was the hints of a dark sky; dusk would quickly be upon you.

Quickly resigning yourself to dirty work (which, with both satisfaction and some degree of anger, which you note still doesn't seem to stick to your dress. You have no idea why you keep on reacting like you have...), you begin to search the left wall of the miniature mountain pass, which you take notice give s way to a steeper rise and eventually tapered off to such a degree you couldn't quite see its top, a statement which rang true for both the passes walls and the mountains top, still obscured by cloud.

As you search the 'miniature' mountain pass for a cave opening or crevice, you try to distract yourself by thinking of your past day, danger after danger – you had put yourself at risk, barely comprehending your actions, you mind blocked by an odd haze, making choices that you had known even as you made them weren't wise.

Spotting a rocky alcove, the first potential sign of shelter, you slowly begin to climb the side of the mountain pass, hoisting yourself upwards.
You could certainly justify some of your actions, even through the haze of your mind; you had been hungry when refusing to leave the corpses and had traveled to them in the first place, and when you had started eating been overcome by some primal instinct. The wolves were outside your control, even if you could've been nowhere near them.

Grabbing the top of the ledge, you slowly drag yourself upwards, rolling over and letting out a slight grunt as you did so, you feel relieved to finally be in some form of relative safety. A quick glance off the side confirms that the ledge is only about 10 feet high.

Resting there, you come to a conclusion. Perhaps the fact that you have had no real control, been driven by things that you weren't even aware of, was what bothered you. More than your amnesia, the strange dream you could scarcely remember now that you knew was a memory; the odd blue flames that had kept you alive; the fact you turned into a goddamned bird! Everything had been outside of your control so far.

You needed to change that, but you didn't know how.

Turning your head to investigate the area behind you, much to your relief, you spy a small cave-like opening – a small alcove, with a low ceiling, but it was dry, and more importantly – it would, with all likelihood, preserve your body's temperature and shield you from the wind.

Presuming, of course, that you didn't spontaneously burst into flames to keep yourself alive, which you were quite honestly willing to believe you both could and would do if you started to die due to exposure. Tentatively sliding into the alcove, more than wide enough to comfortable and snugly fit you in and only slightly smelling of mold and fungus, and it did indeed protect you from the wind.

Much to your chagrin, you discover that whatever it is that happened to your hair which you only now note as black and oddly spiky has also left it oddly silken yet poufy – for lack of a better adjective – and therefore serves as a surprisingly good pillow once you let your head rest against the floor, letting your mind drift back to larger issues.

You were understandably pissed that everything you had done so far, morning's start to dusk's end – because peering out of your alcove reveals not even a hint of daylight besides only slightly less gray night far off in the distance - had been almost completely outside of your control, yes. It was an undoubtedly horrible thing… and you were even angrier, grew even more upset, by acknowledging the fact that anything would be in your control was so unlikely you may as well miraculously regain your memories before it happened.

Equally unnerving and grinding to your chagrin, you were forced to acknowledge that despite stumbling from one situation to the next in a desperate bid for survival perhaps what had happened to you was for the best. What were the odds that something random would've occurred sometime into the future setting these things off at the worst possible times? What about the fact that you were apparently unable to retain your mind while a Raven? These things all could've bitten you in the ass, and now they wouldn't, at least not without some kind of extraneous circumstance.

Now you could experiment, even if it was at a later date.

Resting your hands behind you head and stretching, you close your eyes, content for a single moment, even despite your anger and determination, and slowly feel your mind drifting away.

What do you do next?
[X] Fall asleep, awaking the next morning
[X] Lay awake, continuing to think.
[X] Write in.

So then... RISE, RISE! IT LIVES! ITS ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE! THE POWER OF APOLOGIES THAT HE TOOK SO LONG COURSES THROUGH THE CREATURE'S UNDEAD VEEEEEEEEEEEINS! HE ANNOUNCES THE NORMAL SCHEDULE SHALL RESUME FOR BOTH THIS THREAD AND THE SPACEBATTLES THREAD AS OF TODAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAy! HE ALSO APOLOGIZES THAT THIS CHAPTER IS BASICALLY FILLER! QUICKLY, LET US RUN IGOR, WHILE WE DISTRACT THEM WITH THE DICE ROLLS!

...What do you mean there are no dice rolls this chapter? You mean I have to confess that I couldn't get back into the flow of writing for 41 days and its entirely due to me that I couldn't do so in the first place? Ah well.

 

[Solsticegelan]

"This is New, Right?"
1.5 - A Raven's Rhyme

"Beatrice, Sweet Beatrice, Sleeping on and on
Your life but a con
Fate has been cheated;
Another now Indebted.

Sleep on and on, in the midst of the night
When you cannot fight
Sleep on and on, as the visitor approaches
Clad in white, his face cloaked in darkness.

His steps echo and quake
His voice silent and fake.
His hands folded, his blades sheaved;
His peace is an act, his goal simulated.

Sleep on and on, as a great green beast prowls;
About to commit a great fowl.
His enraged voice is on pause,
And his vengeance unhindered by laws.
Yet even he does not take note
Of the man clad in white, who views his actions as an antidote.

So sleep on and on, Sweet Beatrice
Believe yourself needless.
As your scent is caught
And all is almost for naught;
For your life is a con
And so you may survive on.

So the beast took flight
At the mere sight
of The man robed in white
Who simply stepped away from the fight.

"Sleep on and on, Sweet Beatrice;
For once you have survived,
And so cannot be revived;
For your life is a con
And now you may live on."

There he stood, upon that rocky ledge;
His wit as sharp as a hairs edge.
He recited as though from a scripture
His body stiff as a sculpture.

"Beatrice, Oh Beatrice, you are a Raven, a Trickster without Peer.
Yet all you have felt is fear.
A Raven is a thinker, with many a plot
Legendary in their control, yet you move with nary a thought.
Have you yet to wonder why?
Have you yet try to fly?"

"I can tell you why;
Its because no matter how hard you try;
Your life is a con,
And these emotions will never be gone.
You shall move without rhythm, see yourself as a felon;
So why do you try to live on?."

As though he were an actor, accommodated with the theatres
He moves to reveal his face's features

So he lets down his hood, and what does he reveal?

H̩̪̠̮̝͔̘͎͉̥͒̿̀̎̌̃͆̍͝͝e̟̹̞̭̺̗͈͓͐̑̎̔͒̍͒̕͘̚ͅͅ ͔͖̥̣̦͓͉̰̣͕̽͒̾͂͗͐͗͌̌̄h̡̛̙͈͍͇̹̙̤̫͕̒̈́̓̑̿̈́̉͗͑ą̛͚̪̹͚̩͕̞͓͕͐̐́̍̓̓̀̈́͘s̨̨̰̟͉̭̮̺͎͚̊̊̏̽̂̀͊̔͘̕ ̼̟̫̙̹̹̯͉̠͛͋͐̏͆͑̽̒͋͌͜ņ̧̛̜̗͍̜̤͚̯̤̎̒͂͒̌̿̀̎͝ǫ̧͙͕̘̥̣̘̾̄̎́̈͋̅̏͗͜͝ͅ ̛͎̱̼̻̞̖̗̖͍̊́͒̽͗̋̽̌̕ͅf̢̙͔̟̰̦̙̺̪̂͐̈̈́͌̎͋̆̚͜͝a̦̝̱̺̩̤͇͙͈̔́̓̄̀̑̒̊̍̐͜c̢̼̦͔̖̰͙̙̗̓̏̑̿̅́̐͋̔̓͜e̢̛̲̝̞̹̼̲̯̬͐͌̓̓̉̿̕͘͘ͅ

Something with no appeal.


T̳̙̙̥̼̝̞̮̣̠̔͐̀̀̄̿̐͊͂̈́ḧ̨̤̟̦͇̳͍̖̼́̏̀͂̐͑̒͗͒̆ͅę̡̛̰͕̮̱͚̙̮̑̀͛̂́̚̕̕͠ͅr̠͖̗̱̥̹̹͙̪͈̀̽͋̂̊̂͛́̾͝ḝ̤͙͇͖̠̹͈͈͚̑̂́̾̊͌͛́͝ ̡̛̩̦̥̼̝͖̘̝̞͌̾͛̋́̈͌́̏ǐ̧̛̦͓͉̮̖̥̠̩͍̒͗̔̏̃̀͆̕ş͍̻̜̻̬͚͚͂̍͛͂̆̈́̾̏͑̚͜ͅ ̙̲͖̘͈̗̘͍̙̒̋͆̃̃̽̀̾̈̕ͅs̢̡̠̥̺̘̗̗͙͚̊͂̉̃̉̎́͑͝͠o̧̦̝̘̞̞̠̠͕͂̌̅͑͑͛̍̀̊̃͜m̧̨̨̦̖͕̦̞̠͕̉̂̅́̋̒̇̕͝͝ȩ̣̬͇͙̗͈͕̤̖̏͒͌̇͗͐̇́̂͠ţ̢̧̜͙̻̝̹̺͔̆̀́͑̋̔̃͐̆̐h̨̛̫̤̙̤͙̫̠̗̫̽̃̈́͌̐͋̐͛́į̢̹̯̖͚̞̺͇̑̾͛̄͗͊̋̾͒̇͜n̨̟̫̟̟͍̖͕̞͐̈̈͋́̃̑͋̿̚ͅg̝͚͍͙̥͙̻͕̗͍̿̅̈̃͌̀̔̆̕͝,̛͉̙̦̘̻̭̠̰̝̤̍̽̒́̀̇́̚͝ ̡̡̢̜̬̪̱͕̫̑̀̎̀̃̔̍̆̕͝ͅŸ̡̨̹͖͖̲̹̬͚̗́́͛́͆̅̉̑̅́ë̯͚̫̮͔̺̻͓̣́̆͂͐̍͒̔̀̕͜͝ţ̯͍̳̗͎͍̲̝̾͐̀̓̐̅̇̿̄͘͜ ͇̳͙̰͔͎̮͙̳̃̋͑̈́́̔͘̕̕͝ͅt̻̩͙̺̟̺̫̳̤͎̔̀̓̇̈́̓̀̑̀̈́ḫ̢̡̱̬̝̦͇̘̋̀̈́̃̎̃͂̽̓͘͜ë̞̬̙̥̗̫̬̩̤̓̃͑́̃͊̉͗͝ͅr̗͎̰̪̹̥̬͓̤̩̎̉́̅͛́̕̚̚͠e̛̹͉̥̘̫̬̰̪͑̈́̔̍̈́̀̅̒̑ͅͅ ͓̥̲̜̲̘͎̩̦̝̈́̔̋̾̔̍̎̄͐̚i̡͍̠̼͎̝͖͉͍̰͆̈̉̿̈̓̒̒̓͝s͙̥̖̠̞̣̼̠̜̪̽̈́̾̾͗̍̄̄͘͝ ̡̢̡͍̻͔͚̠͔̂͗̈́͛͌͌̂̎̍̚ͅn̥̪̯̥̯̯͉̜̤̠̒͌̓̅͂̆́͒͘͠o͖̮͔̞͖̻̠͉̺̊̋̄̇̍͆̊̊̈́̚͜t̺͚͕͖̳͇̝̼̝̜̒͑̀̾̅̉̈̇͊͝h̡̡̢̳͔̮̫͓̫̬͗͐͗̎̆̅̀̈́͋̾ḯ̢̡̡̛̛͚̮̙͉͉̜́̄̌̆̈́̈͝ͅņ̘͇͚̱̥̹̹̪̿̽͊̋̿̉̐̑̈́̕͜g̥̣̪̞͓̩̱͉͎̟̓́̏̈͐̍͋̈̔͝.̨̺̱͚̻̹̗͖̳̜͂̈́͑̌̈́̒̒̕̚

All he does he stand guard, silent as the night

Ḩ̫̘̮͎̹̲̩̤̟̀̀́̾̈̏̂̿̾͂ę̹̘̹̞̰̺͙̼̤̇̑͆̒͌̊̉̃̓̏ ̺̹̜̰̬̥̬̻͉̟̄͋͑̀̒͛͊͑̕͠ẖ̹͙̲̗̗̺̬̱̼̑̽͌͐̈́͆̈́́̕͠ą̣̮͔̟̭͇͙̯̳͂́̓̽̍̈̐͘͝͠s̫̰̩̦̩̗̟͙̲͛̀͛̄̃̒̊̕̚͘͜ ̛͓̩͖̥̘̻͎͔͕̄̀̿̓̀͐̅̀̔ͅn̦̖̫̩̲̺̪͉͖͒̏͑̊̇̃̑͘͝͝ͅǫ͕̩̬̮͔͇̻̲̩̆̏̃͒̎͗̌̑͗̀ ̞͔̗͉̥̳̯͇̩͖̍̍̂̀́́̒͆̌̕f̻̲̘͖̳̬̖̣͚̈́̒͆͆͌̈́̇̈́͘̕͜ą̨͙͚̪̖̖̫̯̲͆͑̽̉̂̀̅̈́́͘ć̛̛͍̫̦̪̫̘̪͕̱̤́̒̾͋̇̆͋ę̨̲͓̦̭̪̬̩̭͂̔̎̀͛̅͊̈́̎͝.̡͈͈̲̞̭̮̼̣̙͋͌̅̒͛̽̀͆̓̚ ̡̲͖̺͕͇͈̟̪̅̎̋͆̉́̈́͛̎͘͜W̫̦͕̮̗̲̞̣̿̿̈́̍̂̂͊͑̚̚͜ͅh̺͍̭̗̲̮͍̪̮͚̓̃̅̉̽͂͒͘͘͝y̬̼̞͓̲̰̗̦̩̯͋̏̅͌̃̍̉̚͝͝ ̢̛̜̳̘͚̺̹̰͓̻̔͋͒͋̈̐̕͝͝d̨̛͚̖̤̦͖̦̘̈́̾͊͛̿̋͒̏̉͜ͅō̡̭͔̟̘̲͔̖̦̳̑̒̉͊̓́̈́̕͝é̛̥̖̮͍̱̹̤͕̞̋̒̐͋̏͋̃̕ͅş̼̥̮͓̣̮͔̤́́̏͒́̒͌́̕͜͝n̲͔̣͙̺̬̱̞̺̙̄̈́̊̑̇́͋͆̈́̋ț̛̩͔͖͈̘͉͍̘̳̔̌͊̔̿̄̇̊͗ ̧̱̘̹̫̠̲̣͍̭̐̿̄̒̈́̈́͌̕͘͠ḩ̢̡̣͓̗̪̬̗͙͒̎̈́̎͌̾̑̚͘͝ȩ͖͈̲̭͙͕̯̼͚̿̽̀̀̾̏̆̐̎͂ ̘̲̖̲̖̬̰̣̭̀͋͒͋̌̏͆̈̂̄ͅh͉̜̖͕̤̬̰͎̗̫̎͆̆̿͒̐́̃́͝à̧̞͇͓̰̩̰̗̪͎̍̅̄̈́̐̓̓̈́̈́v̡̧̝̘̦̥̺̟̲̾̀͂̊͋̎̀̈́̕͝ͅę̢̤̦̞̹̺̬̖̌̄̇͐̌̀̅̈́̎͘͜ ̱͙̹̯̰̖̻̳̝͐͐͌͋̂̅̇̕͠͠ͅậ̧̛̣̻̹̺͍̣̓̇̂̌͌͌̄̚͜ͅ ̡̜̟͈̥̖͖̲̲̣̉͒̏̆̌̔͊̑̓̏f̨͖̭̬̖̞̜̰͓̼̋̊̆̏̽̈͑̌̀͠ȧ̛̩̬̭͎̬̬͎̠̬͇̿̐̌̾͗̄̑̕c̨̛̛̩͉̝̻̣̹̘͚͐̇̏̋̐̒͜͠͠e̝̭̰̞̘͖̠͍̹̲̓͐͛̅̊͐̍̕̚̕?̨̹͓̻͇̩͉͕͍̱̈́̈̅̃̊̋̌̃̔̅

Not one twitch, not one breath - none to see within your sight.

W̛͍͔̫̠͕̦͔̦̘̰̉̇͂̈́͆́͌̉͝ẖ̖̫͍̞̺̝͕̥̽̂͋̉̇̓̾̌̂͝ͅą̡̖̗̹͎̤̠̤͈̍̀͑̒͛̀̐̍̕̕t̛̹͎̗̝̠̬͖̼̮̤͛̈́̎̑͂͂̎̒̏ ̨̛̙̯̺̻̣̻̦̼̾̍̈́̔̽̔͘͘̕ͅi̧̢̢̺͇͔̬͙͕͚͋̑̅͌̅̑̈́̓̕͝ṣ̗͙͉̯̬͕̖̰͑̋͆̍̓̏̔̔̕̕͜ ̢̛̲̲͍̙͉̟̟͍̫̎͐́̓͛͐̇͌̈́h̗̻̹̝̝̥͉͉̤̹͐͂̏̈̋̀͆̔̊̆ȩ̛͈̼̟͈͙̝͓̩͉̋͋̋͋̒́̆̉͐?͓̬͉̮̘̱̳͓̫͓́̐͐̈́͒̃͋̋̓̕ ̢͖̹̭̰̲̮̞̭͌̄̌̿͌͂̃̑̈́̕͜W̨͕̺̻̬͎̖̹͓̩͋̍͑̓̓͐͋̐͝͝h̪̥̗͚̲͙̝̲̝̾̍̓̐̈͋͊̀̎̉ͅą̛̛͔̙͔̠̯͓̩̻̫̂̂̂̓̽̊̏̿t̹̺͈̫͍̥̲̬̖̭̃̎̾͊̓̀́̑͝͝ ̧͉̤̱͚̝͉̲̹͑̓́͗̐̈́͑͛̊͆ͅą̡̘͖̘͔̝̤̞̹̀͐̌́͐̾̊̿̚͝r̢͙̪͙̥̣͇̗͇̙͑̓̀́̑͐̿̕̚͝e͍̺̲͍͙͇̦̖͇̒́͋̊̎̒͊̂̀͑͜ ̢̛̹̞̜̩̹̙̦͇̎̈́͐̀͒̅̎͊̚ͅt̻̘͕̥̟̱̥̩̙̣͋̌̈́̓̍́̅̽͠͝ḧ̨̢̯̼̮͇̲͔̦́̒̿̾̉̊͂̈́͘̚͜ò̡̝̱̤̠̹͈̤̰͂̐́͒̆̔̀̋͛ͅs̡̮̩͔̘̞̫̜̩̟͑͆͊̉̄̂̈́̿͘̚e̡̼͉̙̠̞͔̩̫̫̔̀̽̉̂̓̅͘͠͝ ̠̣̙̼͖͖̹͓̀̑̅̽̄̿̇̐͂̽͜ͅb̗̲̼̼̲̥̭̪̺͎͒̐̏̊̈͌́̈́̚͠l̘͙̙̠̼͖̠͚̝̞̃̔̌̄̐͒̑͒̃̏u̻̣̣̜̙͖̦̤̹̩̿̆͑́̒̾͐̀̀͝ę̭̮͓̖̪̹̥̬͓̃͌̇̅̽̃̌̀̈͝ ̗̹̮͓̪͓̜̼̳̠̈̌̀͂̉̈̂̕͝͠f̖͇̲̻͚̞̯̣͈͚̒́̔̒͋͑͌̃͗͊l̡̢͕͙̺͍̜͔̩͍̄̅̈́̅͋͛́͘͠͠à̢̢͇̺͔̹̖͕̗̖̈̆̏̀̆̿̍͒̚m͉̱͔̙̯͍̝̝̳̒̅͋̿͐́͊͘̕͜͠ę̛̩̺̥͉̗̹͚̰͍͑̌̆̑̔̃̈́̄̕s̢̛̼̜̘͔̩̯̙͇͐͒͗̐̈́̂͊͆͘ͅ?̨̨̜͇̳͇͙̼̂̎͆̎̄̇͊̈́͗̐͜ͅ

For he is just a man;
A devout person following a plan.

-0-0-0-​

Yawning, you almost stretch yourself out as you awake, before stopping to reconsider things for a moment, last night's memories – your angry revelations and your somewhat frantic search for shelter – came to you, and with them, the memory that stretching would result in banging your head against a small cave's ceiling.

Drearily blinking as you moan in the way that distinctly clues you in to the fact that regardless of how fast you seem to be thinking you are not a morning person, you turn your body from the turned over position it had come to rest in that had faced the small alcoves insides and to look at the rising sun, a honestly terrible idea in your opinion, considering your now in-pain eyes.

Forcing yourself to adjust to the daylight as you half-crawled and half-dragged yourself out of the alcove and onto the ledge, you stand and stretch, your tired muscles almost groaning in protest, as you forced yourself awake by stopping to think for a moment.

Your hunger – currently kept in check, existing as barely a light craving – was satisfied for now; your little escapade as a raven, however, hadn't solved the issue of hydration, yet for some reason, you felt perfectly fine. No parched throat or dried lips; you, quite frankly, weren't going to question this new development, because it was going to help keep you alive.

This meant, for the first time in quite a while, you had the chance to head towards the village whose tallest building's rooftops you could see even now, with a few chimneys already billowing smoke as businesses opened. You still planned on heading there, trying to find help, or simply find a place to live and settle down for a short time, perhaps find some work – you had no money, you could say that for sure – there were no lumps or added weights in your robes.

Perhaps you should try to come up with a more detailed plan; something to go off of and stick to when things seemingly and inevitably went wrong. Or – a glance at the sun confirmed this – you had more than enough time to sit down and at least try to test out one of your many strange and apparent oddities.

A sudden burst of wind sent you wobbling, almost causing you to fall off of the edge of the ledge you had been simply standing upon, a single strand of white –White?- hair blowing across your eyes as you had become lost in thought yet again. Struck by the sudden realization of where you were standing, almost certainly blushing, you carefully lower yourself down off of the ledge, finding the same footholds and positions to grab that you had on your way up, and lowered yourself down to the floor of the miniature mountain pass.

Finding yourself in a safe position, you resolved to come up with a plan of action, here and now.

[X] Proceed to the town, and once there [Write in; give a plan.)
[X] Stay here and try to test or figure out [Write in] before heading to the village and [Write in; give a plan.]
[X] Write In

A shorter chapter, and far before the update date; I came up with the poem while sitting around bored in my computer lab, having decided the votes for this thread were essentially set in stone by now. This ultimately resulted in this, which I decided would be a decent enough 'Sorry for going on a over one month long hiatus' gift; and now to write the SB thread update, which you guys made a bit of a long one by wanting to go around the village.
….Which I may or May not still be designing in a concrete way, and therefore forgot to make interesting character for the Inn beyond caricatures I'm trying to flush out.
There are also no dice rolls. Again. Now if only I wasn't forced to double post...
EDIT: Before I forget, Open Consensus mode is opened! DISCUSS YOUR PLANS!

 

[Solsticegelan]

"This is New, Right?"
1.6 – A Raven goes to town.​

No, testing could wait. You had spent far, FAR too long wandering around the wilderness with no memories for your liking, with an even larger period of time you were outright terrified of being spent unconscious. There was the first odd dream, the one you could barely remember after you lost consciousness as a Raven- then there was another... someone mocking you, all while reciting a rhyme you could scarcely remember, that you had awoken aware of.

"So why do you live on/Your life is a con…" You murmur under your breath, worry setting in. That was the one line you could remember being spoken to you, and even then, just barely; it was... concerning to say the least, and horrifying at the most. But, you reminded yourself, not relevant. Whoever you were could wait until after you had reached safety, or found some kind of reliable help. Setting towards the village, you think.

Stopping at the ledge and walking alongside its sides to reach the most slope-like area, you let yourself fall at an unsteady gate, balancing yourself with one hand against the rock as you descend; your hand scruffs and is scratched, cut deeply at times, yet blue flames leap as you descend from it, purging your hand of the wounds as they occur. Interesting; they respond to any injury, not just dangerous ones. The flames which apparently worked to heal you also had no apparent limit; that would be easily abuse able in combat.

Reaching the bottom of your clearing, your muse declares that the fact your first thought of how to experiment upon and use mystical healing flames is a worrying one. What next, shall you carry a Healing Shiv obtained from a trickster god to help remove an axe from a hemorrhaging elven thieves' brain? No, that was a special level of stupid you resolved there and then to never involve yourself in. You cant help but think to yourself with no small degree of amusement what an oddly specific scenario you had just come up with was.

Puckering your lips, however, only caused your concern to return. Unless gorging yourself on corpses had somehow rehydrated you, the fact that you weren't thirsty was quite concerning. The same could be said for the fact that you weren't showing any true signs of not having drunk anything for a full day, even after dry heaving, for goddess's sake! Option one was that the Blue Flames had, for some reason, decided that going a full day without drinking was a danger to you and had mystically rehydrated you.

With fire.

Which, now that you thought about it, there was a startlingly possibility that was the case, drawing from conjuncture – your dress had stitched itself together and purged it of blood, the wound you had suffered was totally missing, and even a few light scrapes were enough to set it off.

Taking a detour around the healing rock – you weren't going to go near it when the wolves were out and about, provided whatever it was that had almost killed you hadn't killed off the remainder of the pack, but to be safe was safer than to be sorry. Not until you got your hand's on a bow…

…Yes, that had to be added to your list of priorities. A Bow. Your fixation on killing was perhaps a bit unnatural, but you could vividly remember the fact that you were essentially raised using a bow. You needed a bow; but first, you need to plan and plot. As you had brought up earlier, you had patted yourself down, finding absolutely nothing of value in a search for anything you might've had on you; you quite frankly didn't even know if you had pockets. It was a logical assumption that you had no money.

Therefore working off of the assumption that as you recognized this as being far,far away from… wherever you used to live, you might not even speak the language of whatever kingdom or nation you were in. You had relatively few goals, and relatively few means to an end right now, but it didn't stop you from mentally listing off your plan as the billowing smoke stacks grew larger, and the roar of a river audible at all.

So then, your first priority – figuring out what people were like here, and how they acted, the nations name, so on and so forth. Something had to jog your memory if random near-death experiences brought up images of your childhood. It would probably be an excellent idea to explore the town a bit, and familiarize yourself with it.

Second priority? Find someplace to rest for the night, or somewhere you could work, even temporarily, to get a bit of cash and therefore afford aforementioned place to rest. If nothing else, you could find a well to drink from, to see if and how you reacted to water considering you unnatural… lack of a thirst.

Stumbling over a bush and suppressing the urge to curse under your breath, looking down to glare at it for a moment, you turned back around and took a step forward, breaking through the foliage-

...and revealing a path. Wide and well trod, it was somewhat excellently maintained for someplace in the middle of nowhere near the base of a mountain. Well then. A single look ahead revealed, would you look at that, there's the village and a pair of grey-armored guards standing guard. Quite a surprise, I'm sure. As much a surprise as the walls made of thick, large logs sharped to have spiked tips, bound by metal, with half of their height met by thick stone.

Time to get started.

-0-0-0-​

Groaning, you fell down into the bench that rested between the border of the two shops that had been joined together; a blacksmiths shop - one you were quite interested in, really - and what you could honestly say was the most confusing bakery you had ever encountered. The sign had labeled it as "Pumpkins Pastry and Pests Control."", which you were honestly confused about and almost willing to dismiss as a poor joke because of the honestly delicious looking bread displayed out in front of the large glass window at its front, but less willing when you saw the rows of blood-splattered weapons and blunt instruments laid out on another counter. And when you said "Blunt Instruments," You literally meant blunt instruments of the musical variety. Splattered in somewhat orange blood.

You had watched in amazement and terror as a man walked inside and was greeted by a plump woman in a dress you found extravagant even compared to your own and a hat you didn't even have words to describe tackle him and drag him behind the counter, you could only watch in some sort of shell-shocked state as she pulled out a flute with oddly pointed edges from the display case and once more dragging the man took off, this time taking him through a pair of swinging doors.

The fact that whatever now-dampened sense you possessed that still caused the pile of poisoned bodies to shine out like an oddly delicious beacon to you flared up from their rough location after he was dragged into that back room only further convinced you to never, ever go near that building again.

Yet here you were, sitting near it, because after a cursory tour given by yourself through the town, you had concluded this bench here was ridiculously comfortable. You had found a well during your short walk around as well - pulling up a barrel and borrowing a cup from a nearby woman who had been giving you odd looks had led you to conclude that nothing was out of the ordinary about your ability to drink water, if nothing else.

But now, you could plot and pull together an impression of this altogether nice town. A bit rough around the edges, the buildings and people both looked a bit worn - but not the terrible, 'oh no, an army came through!' kind of worn, simply the kind one developed through a few years of hardships and a few trials or tribulations. Not both, just one of the two. The people's general attitude towards you had been unexpected as well; you got a few odd looks, of course, but none of the suspicion or outright hatred one might expect from people in a small town-village near a mountain. You hadn't expected it, but had welcomed it. The guards dressed in dull armor hadn't paid her more than a single glance whenever they had passed her either.

Though perhaps that had been because of the few other oddly dressed, uniquely-armored and armed people she had seen walking around in large groups.

Anything that you could've said for the people could've also been said of the building, whether it was the somewhat wide and expansive yet uniform houses with tan brick and wooden buildings with their red roofs or the merchants district you were currently in; even the larger and much more unique buildings to the towns right fit the description, and you could say that without even going near them yet. The only building that didn't fit those descriptions were the newer, more unique ones you had caught site of - a tower, a tall spire off in the distance - which you would look further into later, but not now - and the Inn that was almost right next to you now.

But to be honest, you hadn't quite made that much progress in your goals. No, what you needed to try and figure out wa-

*clink*

A man dressed in a cobalt blue armor and carrying a spear sat down next to her. He wore a grated mask that you couldn't quite see through.

"Need some help?" He quirked.​

-Consensus Actions Enabled-[Check rules]
How do you answer?
[X] "Now what gave you that idea?"
[X] "You would be able to offer it?"
[X] "Write in."
Goals for this conversation?
[X] Information Gathering
[X] ...Just let him go on, see what he give away.
[X] Write in
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*Is playing DOTA, idly thinking he's forgetting something*
*Game freezes, cat hops onto desk*
*Takes out phone, starts to flip through SV*
*Cat walks over calmly and bats phone out of my hands*
*Phone flips to its side, revealing my post and my Signature*
Me: "Oh shit!"

In other news, you guys [And the SB thread, which is getting quite interesting] are getting a map of the town later today! And on a separate note, for any just rejoining, there's been two updates, one of them under 1k words. Mentiong the SB thread, there havent been enough votes for a sufficiently long enough time for me to update it as well.

Now, something else I wanted to bring up here… the two quest charecters all have the same baselines abilities. Unless explicitly and obviously inherent to the character themselves, the other will have it. Now, quickly Solstice, distract them with a rough outline of the map you're posting into the Rules and Related section later!
...Its not available? Fine then.

Spoiler: Dice Rolls

Spoiler: Really? You sure?

Spoiler: There's spoilers man

Spoiler: Fine,here.

They're still hidden, spoilers suckah!