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Post by dumptruckman on Dec 7, 2014 20:18:30 GMT -6
This is a world torn asunder. The Barkeep, World's End Tavern, and you are all that exist. CharactersNyota Mpigajii, Gnoll SlayerJosette, Human Wizard Cornelius, Human Puppet Master Sul Surgere, Human PaladinThis thread is specifically for IN-CHARACTER actions and conversations. In this thread you should put in quotes and/or bold and/or colorize what your PC is saying. You can describe your character's actions in regular color and non-bold text. To perform rolls for the game we will use Alea in #flamel and copy/paste the results into the thread on its own line. When you describe dice rolls and any questions or comments related to those rolls (i.e. not something your PC is saying or doing) please do that in greyed out OOC text - this is easiest to perform by typing this: [color=gray]text you want to ask about + note[/color] It will turn out like this: text you want to ask about + note.
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Post by dumptruckman on Dec 8, 2014 8:35:45 GMT -6
You suddenly regain consciousness, standing in what looks to be a common room in a warm tavern. There are others around you, but one stands out in particular. A red bearded man wearing a faded black eye patch stands casually wiping down the bar counter. He looks at you with interest. "Ah, good to see I'm not the only one who made it." Your memory is fuzzy but you're certain you've never been here before, yet somehow, this place immediately feels like home. "I'm The Barkeep and this, World's End Tavern, is my establishment... Though I reckon you'll find your own room upstairs." A brief flash of light draws your attention to a window of this peculiar tavern. It must be night time, for all that can be seen through the window now is inky black darkness. The Barkeep looks towards the window, "It seems we're all that's left after the collapse but I get the feeling that's about to change." Collapse? You can't seem to remember anything before your arrival here though fleeting memories keep brushing the surface, begging to remind you of... something.
Josette, looking down you see the crest on your purple shirt, your memory races, you remember that the Arcane Institute had last sent you to research a distant land. What did you learn about this faraway place that made it sound exciting to visit? You lift up your hand and are holding the most curious looking artifact. You have been told it has the power to spread light in dark places but so far what hardly useful minor magical effect have you managed to produce with it?
Please choose one bond with Nyota
Nyota, your memories begin taking more definite shape and you recall many rumors of a great evil lurking in the far lands. Was this evil rumored to be a hideous sentient being or a malevolent spirit of wrath? Many begged you to rescue Saint Angeline from the threat of this dangerous creature. Why was this faraway saint so important to these people?
Please choose one bond with Josette
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Post by General Spoon on Dec 8, 2014 11:08:06 GMT -6
The Colonies; Josette was last sent to The Colonies. This was exciting because all she knows of her people, the Shodan, comes from books.
The artifact is a necklace holding an 8-pointed sapphire star on a silver chain. All that Josette has managed to do with it is to kindle fire as well as a flint and steel could.
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Post by starmanxl on Dec 8, 2014 20:51:04 GMT -6
First, blackness. Stretching blackness as he stirs to consciousness, and yet it doesn't seem to abate as quickly as he's used to. Nyota whines as he clutches his head, slowing coming back to the realm of the awake. Friggin' hell, did he get flat out blitzed last night? His head never hurts like this, nor does he remember much...That's actually rather odd, the only thing he can remember is the demon lionness...no, the shapeshifting woman...wait, it was both. He can't help but clench his teeth, but why?
Sitting up from the table he is slumped over, yet his vision still blurred, he forces his mind to concentrate, dredging up more thoughts. Her name...Hatma Mla...that bitch. What else...the last he had heard, she was seen near The Colonies of Corra...Yeah, unconfirmed reports of a large, white lionness, almost as big as a house with piercing eyes and a face that was beautiful one moment and a terrifying beast from hell the next...Heh, just like her, but she probably was hiding out in one of her numerous disguises...How many souls did she devour, tricking people with her infinite guises?
The large gnoll shakes his head, as if trying to clear it, though does little to sort the fuzz or make sense of his surroundings. Another memory...this time a woman. Human, with short curly hair and fire in her eyes, boldly carrying a shield inscribed with the symbol of her goddess as both her defense and her sole offense. He chuckles, vaguely remembering the woman smacking the hell out of an orc bandit. She was swarthy, well built, but he could never tell if she actually was from the Colonies or from Corra or elsewhere. What was her name...Saint Anne...Angie...Saint Angeline!
Laborously, Nyota pulls himself up from the table, walking over to the window to stare at the empty blackness outside. He squints; the dark shouldn't be a problem for him, why can't he see anything? With nothing to see, his mind eye fills with more jerky memories. An encounter with Hatma Mla. It was him, the Saint, a few others...they had her cornered, the Saint was about to strike the killing blow, then a flash of light, toppling them all over. Him tumbling. Screams, crunches, blood heavy in the air. The last thing he remembers before passing out is Hatma dragging the Saint away, but she was still alive. Why didn't she kill the Saint right there? Hatma always kills her prey where they stand...Could it be that she couldn't? Nyota knows that the Saint Regularly worked miracles and protected the frontier, and that she was rumored to have been the estranged daughter of a demigod. Is that why Hatma couldn't kill her, then? Was she truly blessed? Maybe that's why the people beseeched him, as sole survivor and long time hunter of Hatma, to find Angeline. But what could Hatma Mla even have in store for a woman she can't kill...?
Ugh, there's no use. Too hazy. Besides, he needs to figure out what the hell is going on now. "Yo, barkeep!" He says. "Did I get completely trashed or something? This ain't your usual blacking out!" He walks over to the bar, leaning against it. "The hell is this calamity business? This is like some sort of drunken fever dream, right?"
Completely and utterly frustrating. He pulls lightly on a braid trying to catch his thoughts, until he catches sight of a familiar face, a human wizard. She seems, familiar. What was it..."Oh!" he snaps his fingers and points at her with a grin. "What's-yer-name! I didn't forget about you, or how I owe you my life. Don't worry, I'll repay you in turn, if it comes to it!" Then a slight pause. "Uh...Rosette, right?"
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Post by dumptruckman on Dec 9, 2014 9:51:56 GMT -6
"The calamity... I suppose that has a nicer ring than 'the collapse'." The Barkeep stops wiping down the counter for a moment to look out the window behind him. "Use to be stuff out there, you know, land and sky and all that. Then one day, after a bit of shakin' and rumblin', all that was gone, replaced by this blackness. Been seeing flashes of light every once and a while, almost as if what use to be is trying to come back. Maybe it'll pass." He shrugs as if none of it bothers him all too much then nods in your direction, "kinda nice knowing that some others made it out alive at least. Might be that you're not the only ones, either. Who knows what you'll find behind the door." The Barkeep smiles and then resumes wiping down the counters.
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Post by General Spoon on Dec 9, 2014 15:33:49 GMT -6
"Josette," the girl says, wiping her face, as she goes over to a mirror on the wall. "I would have been able to escape from that tiger on my own, but I couldn't very well leave you to it after it nearly killed you when you wounded it to keep it from me." Josette pauses to cast a spell (4:16:39 PM) Alea: GeneralSpoon, 2d6+2: 8 [2d6=1,5], which freshens and cleans her up, but also poofs her hair out all frizzy like.
Frowning at the mishap, she says, "Still, that was quite brave and admirable. So thank you Nyota."
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Post by dumptruckman on Dec 11, 2014 12:47:23 GMT -6
Suddenly, three other figures appear in the room. Had they been there all along, simply unnoticed? You can't be sure, but at least you're aware of them now...
Cornelius, glancing around from underneath your wide-brimmed hat, you see a vaguely familiar room filled with vaguely familiar people. Was it finally over? You remember the strange shadowy creatures invading your workshop, what was it they were after that was of significant value? They almost had it when the quaking began. Everything was flying off shelves, shattering on the ground, all your precious work, coming to a crashing end. But then, none of that mattered, when you realized what was really going on. What was the ultimate destructive force you witnessed coming straight for you and your shop?
Please choose at least one bond with Sul, Nyota and/or Josette.
Sul, the light of your deity shines upon you, imparting you with a memory to fill the void. You were in the field of battle fighting a most hated foe. Dark and evil minions washed up against your line like a great wave, spilling over defenders' shields and tearing flesh. Despite the immeasurable odds, what was it that gave you a glimmer of hope? Yet even with that, you knew there would be great losses. What loss would be greatest of all when behind the enemy lines, the light of day was consumed slowly by a creeping edge of darkness, an impalpable black cloud?
Please choose at least one bond with Cornelius, Nyota and/or Josette.
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Post by temperantia on Dec 11, 2014 13:25:06 GMT -6
Cornelius assesses his situation from underneath the damaged body of his large puppet and tries to remember how he got here. Orcs? No, they're too stupid to do what they did. Something as destructive, but more focused... Demons? In this world, doubtful! They looked like some kind of of horrible creature, humanoid in shape... Some magician's summons maybe? Possible, but what could anyone want with... With what? Were they after his invention? Why would anyone want the TS3 blueprints? It was only supposed to be a life-like toy; however, Cornelius himself knows how dangerous toys can be. Whatever it was they were looking for, they must have found it or given up, because the last thing the puppeteer saw before waking up here was a massive gout of flame bursting through his shop's doors...
A short, older gentleman pops up from what seems like a pile of junk. "What are you hooligans doing in my shop?" He then looks around for a moment, "Errr... Where am I, actually?" Brushing off his dusty craftsman's smock and putting one lens over his right eye, he examines the faces around him, eventually pointing at his two acquaintances, Sul and Nyota. "Well well, fancy meeting you two whippersnappers here."
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Post by Aura Guardian on Dec 11, 2014 15:50:33 GMT -6
Sul closes the door behind him and speaks, "Oh, hi, Cornelius! How have things been for you, lately?" A little bit of joy appears in his eyes, for the first time since the swarm of darkness approached. His hand brushes his holy symbol, a stylized sun. "Does anyone here know about the recent attack by dark hordes? I've been asked to find out what may have brought them." Sul pauses and remembers the long odds, and how many of his brothers-in-arms perished before the desperately-sent messenger returned with reinforcements. The joy leaves his eyes as he remembers that the Shield of the Sun was lost in battle, captured by the hordes after it was used to fell hundreds of them.
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Post by temperantia on Dec 11, 2014 16:53:58 GMT -6
"I am... alive. Thanks for asking." Cornelius goes from looking at the others in the inn back to examining the puppet that was lying on top of him, mumbling to himself. "I'll need a couple of ball joints for the legs and some grease if I want to get it working again..."
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Post by General Spoon on Dec 11, 2014 18:00:02 GMT -6
"Why don't you take a seat," Josette says to Cornelius, while she begins running her hands through her hair in dissatisfaction, trying to smooth it out, "I can see if anything like that is in that pile of parts. My name is Josette; who are you two?"
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Post by Aura Guardian on Dec 11, 2014 18:19:01 GMT -6
"I'm Sul Surgere, a Knight-Paladin of Kun, the Holy Light.
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Post by starmanxl on Dec 11, 2014 18:32:57 GMT -6
"Right, right, Josette! I was just makin' sure you had your memories intact...yeah, that's it..." He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, still trying to piece together this whole thing together. "But yeah, don't mention it." Turning his attention back to the bartender, if only to save face, he says, "So you're tellin' me, that this Calamity or Collapse or whatever, just ate up the word, poof, clean, gone, gobbled up like fresh steak?" He jerks a thumb to the inky blackness in the window; everyone's takin' this far too casually for him to really process this as true. Looking over to the group sitting down, he says, "You all gotta remember something, right? One of you has to remember how we got there."
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Post by temperantia on Dec 11, 2014 18:45:57 GMT -6
"I'll not take a seat until I'm done fixing Cicada." The short ginger-bearded man says this, barely above his usual mumbling, then returns to his large, intricately designed puppet. He takes out a few ball bearings from one of his smock's many pockets and pushes them into a few indecipherable spots on the seemingly amorphous pile. "Hmmm... I don't have any oil on me. Hey barkeep, you got any cooking grease!?"
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Post by dumptruckman on Dec 11, 2014 21:50:45 GMT -6
The Barkeep addresses Nyota, shrugging helplessly, "Yeah, that sounds about right. Just gobbled up."
"There might be some cooking oil in the cellar." The Barkeep looks over his shoulder at the floor hatch behind the counter, "Haven't been down there since all this st-" Puzzled by what he's seeing, the portly man moves closer. "Durn thing is glowin'..."
Indeed, looking beyond the counter, you see the hatch is emitting deep purple light, rhythmically shifting and pulsing. "Huh, now what do you make of that?"
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Post by temperantia on Dec 11, 2014 22:08:54 GMT -6
"Looks ominous, better bring weapons." He motions towards the broken puppet. "Too bad that's mine."
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Post by Aura Guardian on Dec 11, 2014 22:14:19 GMT -6
"Well, Nyota, I got here a few days ago after the battle where we - my brothers-in-arms and I - lost the Shield of the Sun to dark hordes... so many died..."
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Post by starmanxl on Dec 11, 2014 23:22:07 GMT -6
Dark hordes? Hard to even remember, but it sounds certainly omnious enough. Before he can jog his memory further, his attention is called to the glow. "Either you set the most psychadelic fire down there--which would explain this current event--or it's evil magic stuff, and I"m willing to bet it's the latter!" Might be their only lead right now, anyway. "So, guess we investigate."
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Post by temperantia on Dec 12, 2014 0:05:31 GMT -6
"Excellent, thank you for volunteering, Nyota." Cornelius says with an almost undetectable amount of humor.
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Post by starmanxl on Dec 12, 2014 8:53:22 GMT -6
"Oh course," he says, mentally adding "I wouldn't want you to throw out your hip or nothin, old man." He says to the barkeep, "Step back," and cautiously opens the floor hatch so that he is not standing directly above it when he does. Assuming that fire and magic stuff don't fly out, he'll take a peek in.
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