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115 Red Fever (7) Nullified -30 from Map Damage It had not mattered. For naught, but to make the death longer. There was a listlessness that crawled up over his shoulders. All the lukewarm energies of his swarm felt... cold. It was a game. She would be fine, for now, but it was different...

Alright. (He repeats, with a measure of resignation.) Alright. You know, you're really very brave. ... Goodbye, Shayna. @Shane

W- You haven't much time. Your name, mademoiselle, if you would? And... and why? Why this game at all? Didn't you know? @Shane

115 Unaffiliated Red Fever (6) Temporarily Nullified -25 HP from Retal DMG They are pulled from the wreckage, and Alastair can't help but shy away from a moment to take it in. Most of them leap to take up arms. Some close ranks with friends. Shields raised. Weapons drawn. Spells cast. He...

115 Unaffiliated Red Fever (5) Red Fever effects temporarily nullified +40 HP from natural recovery +10 HP from Serenity Mist Alastair rested his back against one of the wagons, watching the groups pool back into one unified force. Well, unified wasn't quite right. The dissatisfied...

115 Red Fever (4) Fear +60 HP Camp Support +67 HP to @Siliya -10 Retal DMG With @Athena and @Harlow handled, Alastair found himself frozen. The battle further devolved into a horrific show with so many near-casualties. Potions and spells were ferried from the camp at large to patch the worst...

115 Backline Support Red Fever (3) Sadness +8 HP to @Asher @Majolica @Madison Freebird -20 Retal DMG When they each trailed back, Alastair grimaced at the wounds they had begun to amass. Whatever queasiness he felt at it, he could see more than a few green gills peppered throughout the crowd...

115 Task: None (Supporting) Red Fever (2) Fear +19 HP to @Madison Freebird Most members of the Lion Arms, and their temporary members for the sake of giving it a whirl, would largely remain unaware of the individual butterflies that lingered near the different groups. One of his darlings...

115 Unaffiliated Red Fever (1) +15 Recover Lucas spent his time offline through the week working himself to the bone. Writing down the details of hours long stints in the game was just as exhausting as his usual work out in the field. What he'd assumed would be easier on his body was instead...

115 Adds +20 to @Blank's Attack (Coordinate) -25 Retaliation DMG In all the chaos, it was reasonable that he would end up separated from the polite Faerin he'd spoke to before they'd left out. Even more so as combat started. Even in the guise of a game, Alastair felt exposed without a vest or...

115 Alastair huffed and dropped a pile of books where indicated. Apparently, one of the researchers had decided to take nearly their entire alchemical setup and library contents that could possibly be of use. He'd caught one of their apprentices asking how they determined what would be of use...

. The efforts of the other two were indeed rewarded. A beautiful display, striking and eye-catching against the neutral color of the town walls. It was a shame such art was run off back home. Sometimes, and all of the time when the sky was overcast, the color bled out of the city and made...

. Alastair clicked the cheerful blue symbol on the screen that popped up accordingly. It was still bizarre to have the displays visible all the time, but he always wasn't exactly regularly logging into VR games. Some people worked for a living. His new party seemed mostly on the green side of...

. Alastair smirkly lightly at the leeway @Caelia Etterni gave the Lions despite their behavior. No, no, they weren't that bad at all. They simply had the atmosphere of being where a frat house met Eagle Scouts met jocks. A lot of them seemed dim, but proficient at their respective roles. And a...

. Extricating himself from the chaos of the Lions wasn't difficult once Zeus was there to gather their fawning attentions. He got what information he could from those they'd collected and the members of the faction itself... and promptly exited stage left, luckily unpursued by bear. The mage...

. Alastair stood back, his weight on one heel and a hand on his face painted clearly with consideration. The tailed young girl set into a genuinely heartfelt display. What a wonder it was to watch someone lose the public image everyone clung to. To not be hemmed it by expectation or tradition...

. The mage's eye narrowed behind his glasses across the three most catching for his attention. The conversations of the other were gradually falling more into idle chatter about their plans for the game, or repeats of differing views he'd already ascertained. @Roland Rutledge's warning was new...

. Alastiar spared a grateful smile and half of an exaggerated bow to the little prince before the door was taken off its hinges. It seemed his efforts to calm doubts, reassure everyone of non-poisoned delicacies, and ask after the important-looking fellow's answers were all. Well. For naught...

. "Well, if this is to be a collaboration-" he spoke with a performer's poise and command for attention. His dressy shoes made sharp taps with each step. Alastair lifted a gloved hand, fingers spread, and pushed forward as if to reach for an unseen door. Runes woven into the gloves lit in...

. Alastair, while capable of dealing damage, was by and large more useful in a supportive role. By design. Logging into the bloody game only to be chased by goblins mid-exploration, including some shrieking one astride the back of a very mangy looking wolven creature, was not his expectation...