Complete Megathread Story Quest (Active World Event) As the World Turns

[Ash Vargold]

AP: 0/3 (1 AP spent)
Location: Camp Hope
Prompt: Camp EX+ Champion Edition Redux
Narrator Tag: N/A

This time there were no killer robots stalking Vintergard when Ash logged in. The battlefield was stripped bare - no eggs, no Sirens, no Szofrit. Even the ghosts had settled down, leaving only faint whispers.

Aisling looked down at his hands, taking stock. Long-cold connections clicked into place, paving the way for familiar thoughts and instinct to spark back to life. There was the familiar weight of his arms and armors, the flick and swish of his ears and tail, and the fading scent of death on the air.

The memories of the fear and clawing discomfort felt far away. Maybe it was the System at work, or maybe it was just the inevitable march of time smoothing away the harsh edges. Whatever it was, it was far from what she'd expected. The dread she'd felt before logging hadn't followed Aisling here.

By the time he started moving, driven forward by his stuttering heartbeat, "Ash" and all his trappings had settled back into place, as if he had never left.

---

"Well this is... different."

Honestly, Ash could happily spend the rest of his gaming life getting as far away from Camp Hope as possible. There were no good memories to be found here. Even the friendships he'd forged were tainted by the memory of the circumstances that led to them.

It was hard to see that same camp here, though. It swarmed with workers, following a build plan that was very different from classic Faldereni and pseudo-modern Astorean architecture. Something big was being raised in the camp, and had been for a while.

"A lot sure has changed," he muttered, watching a small group of young girls with vague confusion. Sure, the threat of Szofrit was gone, but...

What was with Camp Hope and attracting people who really didn't belong on the front lines? First it was the nobles, and now this...

Rolls

Ash finally returns to Terrasphere, and to Camp Hope, obstenably for the sake of logging out in a slightly safer location. He's delayed from logging out by the rather dramatic changes the camp's been through since...

Roll Result
1d100 (15) = 15
Ash Vargold | Camp EX+

 

[Pandora*]

ACTIVE WORLD
Hall of Heroes: For the Fallen | @Luthien

Unfortunately, the Alfather never responded...
Steph's fate shall remain unknown.

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ACTIVE WORLD
Surrounding Area: Greed of the Pauper | @Fiora Di Angelo

""Are you hurt?"."

"Oh, I'm alllll good. Not a problem at all over here... fates eek... you starcalled people are something huh? "

"Hmhmhmhm... "

"Oh shit in a handbasket."

The ginger immediately went for the battered helmet she originally had on her head and swiped it off the ground. Moving quite quickly compared to the slow motions before. Slamming it over her head she looked out of the damaged visor at...

Several more golden knights. These were sleeker. Their armor is more detailed and the golden glimmer is more vibrant. Several types of weapons were in hand, (including gold-themed firearms).

Among them was a lanky caped young woman. Patting a golden plank-like stick in her hand. She pulled down her headphone-like device and continued to laugh softly until...

"MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!"

The now fully armored red head sidestepped behind Fiora and whispered up to her.

"That's one of em... one of the uh.. yeah."

"To think I, the GREAT TYRANT WITCH, TRIZZALDI return to close the gate, and here I find a PUNY MEDDLER!"

Her eyes shift to the fake golden knight behind Fiora.

"...and two at that! Hmmmm oh, I feel magic in that armor. Are you having fun, filthy URCHIN? Lucky me... AS ALWAYS!"

The sudden outbursts of her words were quite frequent. Her flashing a reddish hue every time.

"Look we should go... right now. I don't know about you, but I'm not inter-"

She slapped the plank into her hand and closed it tightly causing the red head to shake some in her armor. Trizzaldi's eyes narrowed at Fiora.

"You don't have much magic for an elf. Even worse than puny then. The one with you is a filthy street urchin... You're just a MUSCLE HEAD! Today you are EXTREMELY LUCKY! I am a benevolent Tyrant Witch. MWAHAHAHA! I will ALLOW you to leave here ALIVE. I only have one objective today and that is to find the MASK! So... you live. Be eternally grateful puny meathead."

With a sweep of her cape, the caped woman made left with her gilded entourage. Returning her headphones to her ears all the while.

Now nothing remained. No knights, no landers, just Fiora and...

"Sigh... god damn that was a close one. Bitch even stole my headphones! That was Trizzaldi. Or more like Triz the Liz. She didn't even care about these guys getting melted to goop by you? Fake and all yeah? Yeah, that's how these creeps are. Time to take the spoils and vamoose!"

The girl removed the helmet and holding it in hand she turned away with a single abrupt wave.

"Welp that's that! Thanks for the money lady!"

<@Fiora Di Angelo won the battle... gain a +100 mod on the next roll and a +25 mod on the next Masked Dominion prompt!>
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[Luthien]

  Explorers League  

AP: 0/3, 1 AP spent
Location: Hall of Heroes

Prompt: To the Fallen
Narrator Tag: N/A

The last time she’d been here nothing had happened, something she had fully expected, but she’d be lying if she denied it had still left a sour taste in her mouth. Despite it she’d finished her prayer before leaving to continue her tasks, aware that there were no shortcuts in the world (this one or her original) when it came to getting things done.

One thing about acquiring a new skill is that you have to put in the practice, and she’d never learn the proper pressure to apply when carving designs if she only stuck to making the shafts required for her arrows. This had led Lúthien to try a new design, simpler in theory compared to the stag she’d attempted before… though full of minuscule details that should give her a better grasp on how to hold and work her tools against the grain.

Nostalgia had undoubtedly played a part in her choice too, the familiar native flower of her island one she hadn’t personally seen in years, though it was impossible to forget it. Making the overall shape of it hadn’t been challenging to the elf… though whatever initial confidence she had built as a result had quickly been shattered away when Lúthien began to work on the intricate details of her flower.

Crimson eyes stared down at the small token she’d brought today, ignoring the various small bandages along her fingers caused whenever the sharp edges of the knife had slipped and grazed her skin. Though the wounds had been shallow enough where the elf could have healed them herself through magic she had decided against it, their presence a vivid reminder of the mistakes she’d been making that Lúthien hoped to correct.

"H-Hey, it’s me again…" Her voice wavered as she tried a new approach, the light rosy tint beginning to cover her cheeks a clear sign of the awkwardness she felt as she did so. "Brought something for you again."

She knelt before the shrine, the small and painted wood carving carefully held between her fingers as Lúthien looked down at it. "It’s a native flower from where I come from," It was well known that Yladians, and The Alfather, treasured nature… though she had little idea of what in-game flowers their kind might’ve favored. "It’s called ‘flor de maga’ in Spanish, and the trees they bloom from can sometimes grow sixty feet or more high into the sky."

If someone had told her months ago that she’d be in a shrine, speaking out loud to a deity that probably wasn’t even there to begin with, she would’ve called them crazy… and yet that’s exactly what Lúthien was doing today. Her lips pursed at the thought, a thin line now formed between them as she wondered if there was anything else she should say, before her hand finally reached to the small offering plate on the shrine and gently placed the wooden charm within it.

"... thought you might like it."

❰ Rolls & Summary ❱

❰ Prayer Check ❱
1d100 (2) = 2
Luthien | To the Fallen

Another small offering has been brought to Gwyndolainn’s shrine, but the elf just can’t shake away the notion that she might be doing this all wrong...

 

[Vina Skysong]

AP:: 0/3 (1 AP spent)
Location:
Finweald
Prompt:
Propagate Support
Narrator Tag:
N/A

I wouldn't want to miss out on your heroism~

Vina winked in response to @Fina Drago's half-spoken question, the vixen's smirk wide on her face as her plan seemed to be working. Although she also noticed that Fina was feeling rather uncomfortable, which was rather unfortunate: she thought that talking about her beloved friend's achievements would make her feel a bit better, but maybe she needed to keep things a bit calmer.

While Fina might have tried to play down her rescue of Chad, the fact that she'd done so still left an impression on the two Lions. The tired one looked a bit more lively than before, sitting a bit straighter as he shook his head.

Everyone knows how strong Chad is, so if you managed to move something that kept him pinned that's hardly something anyone could have done.

Mind you, leverage does count for a lot.

Sure, but it's still impressive.

The sceptical one wasn't quite as convinced as the other one, although at least he wasn't scowling as he had been before. The bartender quickly complied with the Lion's request, placing a glass in front of Fina. As the felis points out that she isn't in the habit of drinking Vina hums, then takes the glass.

Would you mind if I accepted this on your behalf then? Don't worry Fina, your pastries should arrive soon~

The vixen was seated between Fina and the two Lions, giving her friend some shelter. A part of Vina wondered whether it'd be better to cut off the conversation, but... well, it wasn't like her friend was under that much pressure. Just like back on the beach, maybe it would be better if she gave her friend a little push now and then.

Of course, it was easy to rationalise your decisions. To try and make things a bit more comfortable for Fina Vina curled her tail around her friend's waist, offering comfort through the softness of her furry limb.

But even if she saved our knight captain it's not like everything's hunky-dory now. There's too much to do, and most of those adventurers you're talking about will only help if they get paid for it. Worse still, the creature that caused all of this is still alive.

Vina didn't immediately reply, instead turning her attention towards the bartender. The man had gone to the kitchen and was now returning while carrying a bunch of pastries, quickly placing them down in front of Fina.

Thank you~ (She turned back towards the Lions.)[/i] I won't deny that there's a lot of things to do, but maybe you're a bit too pessimistic about how much help we're getting~? The people from the MIT and the Explorers League have been busy as unlike us their headquarters were destroyed, but I've seen plenty of non-Lions pulling their weight~

Unlike these Lions Vina took a very free-spirited approach to helping out, wandering about and seeing what needed doing instead of just dedicating herself to the same task for days on end. The vixen smiled as she drew circles on the bar with a finger.

For four years Astorea lived with the fear that the machines from Vintergard would spill out. Now their leader is shut down and won't do anything unless someone else wakes her up. We've got the time we need to rebuild~ And while we did lose many friends and loved ones... (Her finger halted, then resumed.) We should mourn them: they were, and still are, important to us. But the best way to accept what happened is to keep moving. (Her gaze was gentle, her smile a bit sad.) When you slow down, when you lose motivation... it makes you resent the world for what was taken from you. It's not easy, and it's something you have to do for yourself, but if you help create a world in which those who left us would have been happy... it does make things better~

Rolls

Vina continues to persuade the Lions that it's better to keep trying and working together with others.

---

Expertise Check
1d100 (54) + 25 = 79
Presence | Vina Skysong | Propagate Support | 1815

 

[Hanno Futaba]

AP: 0/3 (1 AP spent)
Location: Finweald
Prompt: To the Fallen
Narrator Tag: N/A

Destruction. Fear. Uncertainty.

The air in Finweald has never been so oppressing. It was almost hard to breath, it was hard to know where to even look at. Everything was destroyed from flesh to mind. It wasn't easy to see tears on the eyes of many, especially those that Hanno wished he had been strong enough to save.

He thought he was ready to accept he couldn't save everyone, but in the end, his heart couldn't accept the cold logic his brain could muster.

And so, he sought the comfort of the one thing that didn't leave his side, along with Ghast.

Rhiannon's presence.

Nearing the shrine, a rather unpopular one, Hanno kneeled before it, brushing his scarf to behind his back, releasing the fluttering mana wings, that were gifts bestowed to him by her. "If it is within your reach, I plea to you... Guide those souls. Protect them from anything... And if there is anyone that is still lost... As we know the fate of many that couldn't be saved, please, at least guide us to find them and return them to life, or to give them a proper closure..."

His lips pursed.

"... And please, guide me as well. I am so lost... I don't know what to do. I don't know where to even start..." Hanno held his breath as he spoke... And for a moment... Something tingled at the depths of his heart, before warming it.

It reminded him, that saving others wasn't always with grand actions. Sometimes you needed to work with the simple, the basic, but the simplicity that right now, was just as rare and precious as any gem.

With a small, determined smile, Hanno nodded.

"Thank you. I know what to do now, Lady Rhiannon, Eternal Summer."

Rolls

Hanno prays for the lost, for those who may still have a chance to come back, and asks guidance to Rhiannon. (Timeline wise, it would be before everything he has done so far in the thread)

Expertise Check
2d100 (Advantage) (74, 96) + 0 = 96
Prayer Check | Hanno Futaba | To the Fallen

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

AP:: 2/3 1AP 1 WP spent to the post.
Location: High March
Prompt: Greed of the Pauper
Narrator Tag: Not yet.

"If someone asks, a Traveler didn't save you." She chastized over her low-key praise. The last she needed was for that title to be put on her head over anything else, given how much attention being known as one gives. "Hm?-" A brow rised for a second, eyes widening once the clank of armored bodies and footsteps neared while she was distracted, and a laughter followed no sooner than that.

By the time she turned around to face this third party, her ear picked up to the mumbles behind her seconds before this toothpick of a girl with a cape and a 'stick' of sorts introduced herself as Trizzaldi. Her body didn't move an inch, even if her left hand rested over Last Hope's hilt, which might be exactly what the name implies should they all attack at once.

"You don't have much magic for an elf. Even worse than puny then. The one with you is a filthy street urchin... You're just a MUSCLE HEAD! Today you are EXTREMELY LUCKY! I am a benevolent Tyrant Witch. MWAHAHAHA! I will ALLOW you to leave here ALIVE. I only have one objective today and that is to find the MASK! So... you live. Be eternally grateful puny meathead."

Fiora's attention fixated on the golden gremlin when she went over this tirade, which proved they weren't too perceptive given their assessment over her apparent lack of magic. That alone eased her muscles a little.

...

Even if that wouldn't make her stare any less resolute over this woman. Weirdo or not, they commanded an army of shiny soldiers that far outnumbered her, let alone what she herself would be capable of given Merchie's fear. She didn't allow herself to lower her guard. The only problem would be if the ginger could keep up the pace should they need to flee.

Surprisingly, no backstabbing followed, no turn of events, nothing... They just walked off, and only when a certain distance was put between them did she let her hand drop back to her side and her focus returned over to the young armored woman.

"That proves you weren't lying, at the very least, on what I needed to know. Or you are a very lucky urchin, Merchie." Fiora commented. If anything, Triz just sounded like a lackey rather than the mastermind behind everything the redhead said. "Stay clear of golden knights next time." A half-serious reply to that short wave Merchie gave her. Not like she would listen, but hopefully her survival instincts scream louder than her greed does.

Eitherway, her gaze now fell on the only and most important clue she had: A 'mask' of some sorts that turned out to be a priority for this Triz chick, and a time sensitive task too apparently. It only left her with more to ponder about, and that this was more than just a trick to scam Landers with...

Pushing herself to a little jog to try and not lose too much distance with them, even if the elf would rely solely on tracking them for the time being as opposed to direct eyesight.

Something tells her mercy won't strike twice.

Rolls

Summary: Fiora didn't move an inch nor muttered a word when confronted by the Tyrant Witch and let her do the talking. After giving a slightly serious warning to the redhead (Merchie), she decided to pick the trail from Triz and her golden knights to not lose track of them.

Roll Result
1d100 (56) 120 = 176

Fiora Di Angelo | Greed of The Pauper | 1815

 

[Aalam Abungu]

Working Man
An old duty

AP: 2/3
1 AP spent.
Location:
Finweald
Prompt:
Propagate Support

Narrator Tag:

Nodding to himself as he looked at the little one in the giant mech, it seemed that they were growing in numbers as players, and that was something to see. Much as he enjoyed dealing with these landers, the star called were able to do more in the ways of abilities and power, which would always be good to see. But also, it was nice to see a face, a new one. He was getting old, and being old in this game meant he had been alive for far too long. Running his hand through his hair as he looked at the stack of logs that she was loading up. Dangerous or not, she was able to move most of the lumber. "Well, meet." He gave her a nod as she packed up the lumber and took it back into the city using her machine to do the work of many men. It was a tool that was used, and he could not judge a tool for its intention after all. He was less than one at times; at other times, he remembered to be a person. Pushing his mana into the ground as he forced the trees to regrow, creating that dense forest again, it wasn't as tall or as big as it once would have been, but he would have cut the time needed for the forest to regrow in half.

It was quick work, and it was the thing that they were made to do, the thing that they provided to a nation willing to take the problems of them being immortal soldiers. They could change the world in ways that only legends would have been, and there were easily over a hundred of them wandering around. "A walking army able to change the world, even then, I would have called us monsters...." He couldn't think about that; however, at the moment, he needed to stem the tide of people looking to leave the city if there was no one left. It didn't really matter what they did for repairs. There would be no one to live in those buildings and no one to make it seem like the capital was a real place. So he would have to do one of the few things he never enjoyed. He was going to have to be a person and stop a little further along on the path and set up a small campfire for people to rest out as he worked to convince them to give the city a second chance. He could pick out those that were looking to say around, were looking for a reason to give this place a second chance.

Rolls

Working to convince people to stay in the city and stopping another civil war


Mastery Check
1d100 (77) + 25 = 102

Hyper Sense | Aalam Abungu | Thread Code

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

AP:: 1/3 1AP spent
Location: Astorea
Prompt: Lander Exodus
Narrator Tag: No.

"We didn't ask for your help."

Not everyone could be shy about a selfless act, or even remotely decent about them. She didn't hold it against them, however...

"Just leave!" A woman shouted, yet fear grasped her throat before she could finish the second word. Still trembling from the experience. Still uncertain of her fate... But why?

A bloodied face and blade, despite being rised in their defense, still provoked such feelings. They could tell she was a Traveler: only a player could handle so many bandits and come out alive, because any other Lander would probably be well renowned already if so, and that same thing couldn't be said about Fiora.

The children kept their distance, confused.
The adults lashed out and were protective of their families. But not all of them show this same spark of anger, if only because they know they owe her, and perhaps that's what embarassed them the most, or loosened the tongues of those who spat a mouthful of words in her direction.

...

"I'm not gonna wait until this freak kills us or keeps staring at us! We were better off without your kind!" The bravest of the ones on the leading line of the groups spoke, only to push forth past the elf, even as her eye didn't lose track of his sight, averted from her own as he continued down the dirt road. From here she had a good view of what was left of Finweald and the rest of the not so bold Landers.

And then they finally picked up the momentum from their leader and pushed forward, ignoring her as if she didn't even exist in this world to begin with, and not a word was muttered. Not from her. Not from them.

Fiora took a sigh and kept moving in direction to Finweald. Feeling fortunate enough that they didn't force her hand at all and left in peace. In the end, she got what she wanted.

Rolls

Summary: Fiora saved a bunch of Astorean Landers who had just begun their journey to Falderen from a group of highwaymen. Got insulted along the way, then both parties left.

Roll Result
1d3 (1) = 1

Fiora Di Angelo | Lander Exodus | 1815

 

[Darkness]

AP:: 1/3
2 AP, 1 WP spent (Darkness) -0 WP remaining-
7 Free actions (Darkness -Magia without a cause -[594 count])
Location: Surrounding area
Prompt: Masked Dominion
Narrator Tag: @Skyswimsky*

Somewhere around who know?~

205 / 205

_____'Humble herself' The slow tilt of the Demoness' head towards the individual who dared to state something to her after even calling her something she very much chose to break away from? Black sparks began to dance around her form as she would turn towards the person who decided to approach with brass and rudeness. She had been kind enough to not just start killing people who did not give her the information she wanted yet this is how people acted in that case?

_____Dark magic as the first to fully express itself, darkening both the air and land around the demoness. Followed behind it was corrupt to make the air smell of toxins and death, but it was not the end of the taboo magic that was set free. Animancy would make skeletons rise up around the Demoness, the countless arrogant fools that decided to call her out like the 'trouble maker' had. Hemomancy tugging at the man, holding him hostage if it could. Darkness was the embodiment of Taboo as her focused narrowed.

"You would do well to humble yourself maggot.~ I will first correct you on the fact I was ONCE a star called, one of my death caused by another star called so I do not enjoy the bottom of the barrel parasites from aligning me with them. Your second offence was to treat it like I was of the same frail and weak sort akin to bandits. Then your third offence was interrupting someone who was being more helpful then you."

_____Darkness would slowly raise her left hand towards the man who she viewed as no longer needed in his current form. The skeletons, dark magic in the air along with the corrupt would all arc towards him. She had zero intention of being civil or nice about the mater as the man would either find himself among the dead when it was over or far more compliant as nothing would be left of his former self other then the husk of his altered body if nobody stopped the Demoness.

"Now then, you said a monastery, Do they come down often enough that YOU feel in the best interest of your life I will add that I should go search for them, or wait for them here?"

_____Darkness would wave her right hand, pulling on her Hemomancy to keep the other 'more helpful' maggot around to respond to her question. Did she much care taboo magic was forbidden, no. Did she much care if it was making a scene, no. To the Demoness it was one of the more entertaining options to reach her goals. This group was not 'evil' but they still had been why she came out to meet them. If they wanted or did harvest parts of starcalled well there was a former one making a scene and she wanted to meet them anyways.

_____A light hum that would grow louder to try and block out any screams of the trouble maker as the Taboo magic was working to alter them physically and Spirit magic worked to change them mentally and partly physical into something less annoying for the Demoness. A loyal toy was the goal, but she would settle for another compliant mound of flesh and bones. Moving to sit on a skeleton as she awaited the reply from the other man.

Rolls

Action taken: Using all of her magic to 'threaten' the man who told her to be humble before turning it all on them. Her goal primarily to turn the trouble maker into one of her 'toys' for offending her while she interrogates the other person trying to figure out if looking for masked people would work better, or waiting for them here. Darkness is not trying to hide any of it, She likes her self given title as Taboo goddess.~

Roll Result
1d100 (54) = 54
Darkness | Masked Dominion | Angry demoness

Play Sheet Link (PSL)

NOTE: Name has been submitted for change to Darkness pending staff change.

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

AP:: 0/3 1 AP & WP spent
Location: High March (In pursuit of Trizzaldi)
Prompt: Greed of The Pauper
Narrator Tag: Not yet.
Golden Curse: 1/5

The path was lit, the stones were set, and all she had to do was follow it. Follow it and persevere...

Their footsteps were plenty, and not a single one of them had changed since their departure. But she had gone a little too fast for her own liking, stepped further enough to get eyecontact, even if still far away enough to not be noticed. Their formation remains unbroken, but from this far she couldn't get much of a glance of the noisy gremlin. Too small amidst these towering knights who somehow were far shinier than the ones she fought.

If anything, that was red flag enough to tell these were either some kind of 'elite' or the actual threat she wouldn't be able to handle by herself. But if she can or not were out of the question now. That would be dealt later once they all arrive at their destination target.

Fiora glanced over to her arm, only to notice the wound had not gotten any more normal than before. If anything, the gold on her skin persevered, and just touching it she could tell it was no mere trick. The pain was numbed down, either because the nerves were gone or this status effect she still had present wouldn't just go away that easily.

She couldn't waste her time yet, nor did she have the means to fully dispel it's power given her attempts were in vain to do so.

I'm flattered, but I rather not become the 'Golden Heroine' like the last idiot who ended up a statue.

Fiora muttered to herself, pushing a hand over to her nape to crack her neck before pushing onwards with her pursuit.

Rolls

Summary: Fiora kept tagging along to Triz and her pocket army of golden soldiers, finally getting sight of them. She paused for a second to ponder over to the golden patch of flesh on her arm, but inevitably continued moving forth.

1d100 (91) 25 = 116

Fiora Di Angelo | Greed of The Pauper | 1815

 

[Hanno Futaba]

AP: 2/3 (1 AP spent)
Location: Finweald
Prompt: Propagate Support
Narrator Tag: N/A

A boy bent on the railings of a platform park that hanged dozens of feet above a few buildings of Finweald, pensive, he fidgeted on it, like an hyperative person being unsettled by anticipation and anxiety. He didn't seem to stop, and at some point, the faulty railing slowly dettached from the ground, and then--

"WOAH!"

The railing gave in, tilting while the boy saw the ceilings of the buildings in shock, trying to urge to come back, but his balance was already far gone with the unexpected betrayal of the security the railings should provide.

However, a sudden tug on his arm pulled him back to place, along with a hand that gripped the railing so it wouldn't fall.

"Shit, I've told them to fix this already." Hanno complained, putting the teen back to his feet and letting out a relieved sigh, adjusting the railings back to place, turning his face for a moment to look at the boy. "Hey buddy, are you good?"

"Ye... Yeah..." The boy said, looking at Hanno up and down (but not too up, since the faerin's height didn't allow it). "Thank you..." He said, pausing and looking at the faerin, approaching and looking at the fall that was avoided, shuddering and taking a step back.

"You should be a little more careful, everyone is trying to rebuild the town, but there are some spots that aren't repaired yet..." Hanno explained, standing when the rails were back to place, but also opening his UI to quickly deliver messages to other Lions.

The teenager, looking at the faerin waving around his fingers, averted his gaze and breathed a sigh through his nostrils.

Hanno glanced at him, handwaving the UI close. "You should go back home. Your parents will get worried." He said, gesturing at the sun setting.

Glancing back at Hanno, the boy shrugged. "They won't. They are too worried trying to keep our home from crumbling down." His eyes then turned distant. "I'm not even their real child anyway. I'm just someone they took pity of. They don't even like me."

The faerin looked at the boy for a moment, frowning slightly. "I'm sure they didn't do it just because they took pity of you, buddy. They wouldn't have you with them if they didn't love you, don't you think? Come on." He nudged the boy to follow, gesturing at the residential area of Finweald.

"... I don't think so. And if they liked me at all, they probably don't anymore anyway..." His lips pursed, with his shoulders slumping, but he followed Hanno anyway.

"Why do you think that?" Hanno asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Landers hate players now." The boy answered, tucking his hands into his pockets.

"You are..." Hanno's eyes froze on the boy for a moment, with his mind quickly recalling memories of Sean and his family, and of Bradwynne, his friend. At the time, the two of them weren't much younger than the young guy he was escorting. It was a reminder that this game... this world didn't discriminate its victims at all.

His eyes averted from the boy's, and he soon mustered some words- "Landers aren't too fond of us right now, that's right." Hanno said. "I don't know their position, but... You aren't just a player, buddy." He added. "You are their kid. A real one too." Hanno added.

The boy remained quiet for most of part, the former words being taken dismissively, though the latter causing his gaze to fall.

Hanno gave the boy a nudge, then a grin. "Come on. I promise everything will be fine." He encouraged.

Looking at the faerin, the boy nodded, uncertain, but followed regardless while eventually leading to his home.

Rolls

Hanno saves a teen boy from falling off a platform, listen to his troubles, learning about his adoptive lander parents and the fact he is UI-Locked, but encourages him to keep going, knowing his new family doesn't think any less of him because of everything that had happened.

Expertise Check
2d100 (Advantage) (78, 42) + 25 = 103
Presence | Hanno Futaba | Propagate Support
(Asch told Hanno's Hero Title is guaranteed, so according to Pan, the Advantage Check is fine!)

 

[Aalam Abungu]

Working Man
An old duty

AP: 1/3
1 AP spent.
Location:
Surronding area
Prompt:
Lander Exodus

Narrator Tag:

He always took his time doing things, and now he had to ensure people wanted to stay in the city. He had already given up his coat and rations, but now he needed to be someone else who could look at the situation and see its positive. Hell, it was one of the reasons that both the nights and the guard had people who could deal with emotions because he wasn't good at any of them. But now he was, trying to convince some people that they should return to the city after working hard on the bridge. His body was exhausted, and his mind was failing him, but he still needed to work because his country needed him to work, and that was all that mattered in the end. He wasn't sure if it was out of loyalty to the nation at this point or loyalty to someone long gone and the memory of that place and that person. Maybe that was the reason he was working so hard to make sure that this kingdom was still around because he was waiting for the day that he would be able to have another picnic with her and thank her....or maybe that was a thought he was using to justify the fact that he was loyal to a country. He couldn't force them to stay. Doing so would make it so they hated the land they were in, pushing things towards another civil war, and they couldn't afford that now.

So he worked on those that he could get, appealing to their senses of loyalty to a place they called home for so long, to the fact that the star called had been able to help them in their times of need to keep them safe. He reminded them that this was a place they built with their hands and that he would do everything possible to put each stone back. So he had to use his words to convince them, as this was one of the few times that he would be able to pass as a public figure, going back and forth, picking out the ones that seemed to look back the most and work on convincing them to turn around to give the city another chance. He should have left for someone trained in speaking but couldn't afford to stop.

Rolls

Working to convince people to stay in the city


Roll Result
1d3 (3) = 3

lander exodus

 

[Hanno Futaba]

AP: 1/3 (1 AP spent)
Location: Finweald
Prompt: Propagate Support
Narrator Tag: N/A

< Continuation from here >​

"Thank you for inviting me in, ma'am, but you didn't need to." Hanno smiled, a bit sheepish. He sure didn't expect to get an invitation after bringing that kid back home, but there he was, having a seat by the table, with a meal before him and the adoptive lander parents of the UI-Locked kid. "Will he be fine though? He shouldn't skip the dinner."

"It is fine, really. Sometimes he stays out for a whole night... I've tried to talk to him, but..." The woman sighed, with her eyes turned to look at the plate in front of an empty chair, one that should belong to the boy that wasn't there.

"You shouldn't let it worry you, honey." The man said, forking his food. "He will learn he doesn't need to overthink. He did it once, he can do it again." He said, taking a bite of it.

The mother lowered her gaze, then turning away while her eyes closed. "He haven't been like that since the first time we met him... I don't want to lose him again... it took so long for him to get used to us." She said, with her lips pursing and curling down.

"He used to be like this before too?" Hanno asked.

The father looked at Hanno, swallowing the food before responding- "Ever since we met him, he has been distrustful. And it has been like this for years now, ever since he was younger."

Hanno blinked, surprised at the reveal. The boy was already fairly young in his eyes, and their words were true, it would mean he had been UI-Locked before the Disappearance. "God..." He muttered to himself, not being able to digest well the fact the boy had lost his real life at an even younger age than Hanno had thought.

"When we found him, he was all by himself on the streets... He was so scared, hungry... He said things like he couldn't... Go back? Leave? We aren't sure of what he meant, but it seems like he can't go back to his home, so we took him in." The mother explained.

"I see..." Hanno muttered, looking at the two of them before explaining, in the most 'poetic' way possible. "We, travelers, come from another world... And while many think we are immortal, the truth is that after we die many times in this world, we lose our existence in our world, and we no longer can go back. And if we don't get revived after being stuck in here, we are as gone as any other people of the land would." He said, pursing his lips.

The mother's eyes widened for a moment, slowly understanding the implication of it, and averting her eyes to nowhere in particular, falling deep in thoughts while the father frowned at the reveal. "So you aren't that immortal, huh? Well, it is better than having just one life." He shrugged, which was enough for him to acquire a scolding gaze from the mother, which he mostly ignored. "I already said, he shouldn't worry. We are going to keep him safe no matter what, and we won't hate him for it..." The father then looked at Hanno.

"I won't lie, I even considered leaving this place. I don't want to live in a city where a death machine is under us, but... I don't want to go to a place filled with dissonance. Nor I want to go to a place where my boy won't be welcomed." The man's words were firm.

The mother's scolding gaze softened, and a small, yet as determined smile covered her lips. "Yes... There is a danger lingering under our feet... And we may need to at least move to some distant village... But I wouldn't dare to put our child in another dangerous, yet unknown land... Nor to somewhere that they would discriminate him." She said.

"Astorea has its flaws, a lot of them... But I can't forget how much it has done for us, nor how much it embraces everyone else much more than the other nations." Her gaze then rose to Hanno. "And I do know that at the very least, no matter what happens, you will be the first ones to face the danger for us, right?"

Hanno listened to their words, and a smile crossed his lips once again, just as he nodded. "Yes, ma'am. We aren't going to leave you alone... My shield will always be yours." He said. "We wouldn't be doing any of this, if we didn't think this would help us to find a better future, one that we won't need to worry about an unknown enemy attacking us over and over... Always catching us off guard..." Hanno spoke, with bitter memories crawling in, but soon, he shook his head, looking up at the two of them.

"But you have my word. I will protect you, no matter what." Hanno forked some of the food, catching a glance of the boy's head peeking out from the stairs. A grin covered the faerin's lips. "Besides, I want to keep being visited to have a wonderful food like this, so I have to make sure this will never end~ This tastes great, ma'am!"

"He is right." The man agreed.

The woman giggled, with her cheeks flushing. "I try my best... Well, let's stuff ourselves. But make sure to leave some. I don't want my child to starve." She said, instinctively casting a glance to the stairs, but not quick enough to notice the blur escaping from it.

Returning to his hiding, the boy hugged his knees, still uncertain about the future, but still, with a smile on his lips. At least his parents still loved him.

Rolls

Hanno is invited in after escorting an UI-Locked boy back home to his adoptive Lander parents. They have a small, yet revealing conversation about their issues and troubles, but in the end, it is clear for them that their true home was still Astorea, and that there were people there always ready to protect them, no matter what.

Expertise Check
2d100 (Advantage) (53, 58) + 25 = 83
Presence | Hanno Futaba | Propagate Support
(Asch told Hanno's Hero Title is guaranteed, so according to Pan, the Advantage Check is fine!)

 

[Fina Drago]

‎

AP: 3/3 (0 AP spent - free prompt)
Location: Hall of Heroes
Prompt: Propagate Support
Narrator Tag: N/a

"Go right ahead." Not interested in the alcohol in the slightest, she happily offered the mug to Vina. It was actually a bit hard to imagine someone so delicate looking drinking from a rough container as such, but it wasn't like she had to try to imagine it any longer, it was happening right in front of her. How strange reality was, at times...

And while the vixen was certainly her usual cheery and outgoing self, the feline couldn't help but feel like she was slowly shrinking away, merely an extra ear to the whole conversation. Although she did at least get her pastries, which was very nice. Though, she was rather confused when Vina did not get anything herself. "Wait, I thought we went here because you were tired and hungry after all that training..."

Feeling rather awkward being the only one with food in front of her, so she pushed the plate to be more between herself and the songstress. It was bad to drink on an empty stomach, after all... or at least that was what the girl had heard at some point, she actually had no idea if that was true. However, as she was enjoying the sweetness that the pastries brought, she heard something that didn't sit very well with her from one of the lions.

Creature. That Creature. Certainly, Szofrit was nothing short of monstrous when she confronted the 'saviors'. But even then, she seemed different from the other monsters they had all faced before. "I'll just say the same thing I said to Levi on the battlefield..." She suddenly spoke up, looking dead straight at the lion who called the mother of machines such a dehumanizing term.

"When fighting, I witnessed one of Szofrit's memories. It was of her in a peaceful time before she was corrupted by dissonance... cradling a daughter of her own. It was nothing short of peaceful. I'm not part of your organization, but... it always seemed to me that you all wanted to protect people... all of the people, regardless of their circumstances 'cause every life is precious. Well, so was hers. That's why I decided to try and save her instead of killing her... and so did Levi."

That probably turned the mood rather awkward and heavy, didn't it?

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❰ Actions ❱
Fina has decided to share her view of Szofrit with the lions.

Rolls

N/a

 

[Hanno Futaba]

AP: 0/3 (1 AP spent)
Location: Finweald
Prompt: To the Fallen
Narrator Tag: N/A

It was small steps.

Kneeling before the shrine, Hanno closed his eyes. "Lady Rhiannon, I've come here to once again thank you. Your wisdom and care have enlighten my path once again."

To help a fellow Lion to grow into a great knight, to give Cubs a promise of a better future. Some were still scared, but Hanno knew it wasn't personal, it was a lot for many of them to take, and if grow up people like him felt like the world was spinning, for more innocent and younger minds it was probably even worse.

"They are still uncertain, still scared... But I know. When we were at our worst. When there seemed to have no hope, you didn't leave us. Even those who are too late to save their flesh, I will at least try and save their soul... And for the latter, I need your help."

It probably wasn't much in the grand scheme of things, but mighty oaks from little acorns grow, and it was where Hanno held all his hopes on. It felt strange how he held so much emotion in a world that was supposedly virtual.

"I will follow your steps. I won't leave them. No matter how dire things are. Just like you did."

But it has been long ever since the notion of this being a mere world of fantasy was gone from his mind.

"I... We will bring them hope, Lady Rhiannon, Eternal Summer."

Rolls

Hanno thanks Rhiannon for the guidance and wisdom, and promises to not stray from his path to bring hope and protect those in need. (Timeline wise, it is after watching over the start of Sarina's training, and starting to donate to Lions for Cubs)

Expertise Check
2d100 (Advantage) (23, 33) + 0 = 33
Pray Check | Hanno Futaba | To the Fallen

 

[Luthien]

  Explorers League  

AP: 1/3, 2 AP spent
Location: Hall of Heroes

Prompt: To the Fallen
Narrator Tag: @Pandora* or @Skyswimsky*

She was stubborn to a fault, a trait that often netted nothing but troubles for the girl, and yet sometimes that very flaw could be productive when channeled into the right outlet… and wood carving was her latest hyperfixation.

"Just a bit more… that's perfect!!!"

The tools on her thigh clattered onto the ground as the ranger shifted, a huge grin currently spread on her lips as she held up her latest work to get a better view of it. She’d read of the Alfather Tree that had been bestowed to the first Yladian elder druid who knew how long ago, and how the apparent growth and roots of it had transformed the land around it to the Tangleweaves Starcalled had begun to explore not too long ago.

A similar tree had been talked about out in Lake Horatio, the sight of it a known landmark now to anyone that lived close enough to the landmass of Dorofir. She’d spotted it once from afar while on an expedition, and its sight had reminded Lúthien of the tales of Yggdrasil back in her own world—and who knew, perhaps that had been the inspiration TerraSphere’s game devs had used when creating the Yladians and their lore.

"Must you shout like that so early in the day, titta er?" The words were accompanied by an exasperated sigh as Beleg placed his brush down, golden eyes shifting to the ranger that had claimed a corner of his office—one of the few that had barely survived the attack in a state that was still usable—before he motioned for her to come closer. ”Come, let’s see if you’ve really improved.”

She huffed at his words as the blonde got to her feet, but soon enough the finished product was placed on his waiting hands as the elf sported a confident smirk. "’course I did, see for yourself!" He was surprised by the weight the item carried, though perhaps that shouldn’t have come as a surprise considering Lúthien had started out with a piece of wood big enough to be carved into a plate if she had chosen to do so. His hands carefully inspected the finished design, fingertips carefully trailing along the finished areas in search for any rough patches or splinters, before his eyebrows rose ever so slightly as he finished.

”Good, you properly sanded it this time around,” His eyes trailed over the figure and past the ranger to lay on the spot where she’d been working at the past few hours, before gazing back at Lúthien as he spoke. ”... I expect you to tidy up before rushing off to drop this at the shrine.”

"Y-Yeah, I was juuust about to do that, ahahaaa…" A nervous smile crossed her lips as she scratched her cheek lightly, her gaze suddenly avoiding that of her mentor—a fact that didn’t go unnoticed by the seasoned explorer. ”Riiight…”

​

The whole process had taken more than Lúthien had initially estimated, her own efforts to speed up her work by using aeromancy having backfired as a storm of papers suddenly fluttered all over the man’s office, and the ranger quickly bolted out of there once they had all been gathered up and properly classified in their stacks.

Although the unexpected delay had caused her to miss the usual visiting hours that Lúthien had been adhering to she was pleasantly surprised to see that not many people lingered around the place yet. Her steps quickly carried her towards one particular shrine, its sight now a somewhat familiar one for the girl as she approached. A smile tugged at the edges of her lips as she knelt, the ornate carving safely held against her chest as she spoke.

"Hey Alfather, it’s me again~" She was careful to use their given title rather than the god’s own name, no need to accidentally trigger an unseen deity (or anyone around close enough to listen) by calling them Gwyn as if she was speaking to a longtime old friend. Crimson eyes strayed down to the object in her hands, giving her work one last look-over, before she carefully set it against the shrine—its size far too big to be placed into the small offering plate that rested within it. "This is Yggdrasil, a sacred tree of legend from the world I come from."

Her hands finally retreated back into her lap after making sure the figure was safely set down and wouldn’t accidentally roll off anywhere. "I’ve never seen the tree you gifted the Yladians, but from what I’ve heard it reminds me of the Norse tales of old I’ve read before… so I thought you might like it, too." Though her smile remained it had now lost a bit of its radiance as her mind quietly wandered to other matters, topics that she wasn’t ready to voice out loud yet and instead were left as wordless prayers shared with the Druid.

If it's possible... please keep her safe.

❰ Rolls & Summary ❱

❰ Prayer Check ❱
1d100 (92) = 92
Luthien | To the Fallen

After finishing her latest piece, and receiving Beleg’s approval on it, Lúthien heads out towards the shrines once more to give the Alfather her latest little tribute.

 

[Darkness]

AP: 0/3 | WP: 1
1AP spent, (Darkness) gain 1 WP
2 AP, 1 WP spent (Darkness)
7 Free actions (Darkness -Magia without a cause -[594 count])
Location: Surrounding area
Prompt: Lander exodus
Narrator Tag: Nay

Somewhere around who know?~

205 / 205

_____Darkness could only chuckle at how the group of Landers tried to 'deal' with the Starcalled issue by 'cornering' her in a back alley. She had to wonder if the group had any intelligence among them to think that moving away from the masses and starting trouble with a DEMON appearance Star called was a good idea. She would watch with unfazed eyes as the first Lander swung his club towards her only to stop short as his body trembled.

_____A slight twitch of her finger and the club would fall to the ground, a slow swirl and the man would turn around and face the others with his face distorted in horror. It was a normal reaction it seemed, when people lost control of their own body and could start hearing the whispers of dark magic in the back of their heads. She watched the others try to run seeing the situation but as the Demoness raised her other hand that would cut short as each was held by her control of blood magic as she spoke.

"Now now, you started this little mess, It would be a foolish idea to let you all get away and try to start trouble for others without a proper guide or strength to back it up.~"

_____Darkness laughed as some of them tried to explain 'it would not happen again.' or 'we meant it as a prank.' It was not really her care if they had been honest, hell she could tell by the flow of blood in them it was honest but where was the fun in letting them go after a lesson was learned without punishment?~ Walking over to each of the three as a hand would rest on them for only a brief moment, enough to let her magic start the punishment.

"I think the fitting punishment is conversion.~ If you three like to make trouble I'll ensure it was more fitting to look the part, and do some work on those minds of yours don't worry.~"

______Darkness would laugh faintly as she placed the area under a dark magic veil so her work would not be interrupted. She wanted to work them properly so the punishment fit the crime. If she stopped them from harming another cute star called she might have let them off with just a few small changes, but seeing as they picked wrong the Demoness was going to go the whole ten yards and get some toys out of this 'helping' ease the tension.

Rolls

Action taken:

Roll Result
1d3 (3) = 3
Darkness | Lander exodus | More toys~

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[Ash Vargold]

AP: 0/3 (3 AP spent)
Location: Campe Hope
Prompt: Stars of the Land + New Arrival
Narrator Tag: @Pandora*

'Dissonance Extermination Squad'.

It was amazing how little that told Ash about the group establishing itself within the borders of Camp Hope. It was a goal he agreed with, sure, and he didn't miss the similarity to the title he still couldn't figure out how to turn off, but there had to be more to them that that.

And it told him almost nothing about the nation of Tertoria, which until now had been little more than a name in his increasingly out-of-date atlas. A nation to the west, one that was presumably more interested in internal affairs than Starcalled politics. And when he asked around camp about them...

"Figures that the moment Astor abdicates, the sharks start moving in. Is the capital just letting this happen?"

"'Tria' this, 'fate' that... the help's great, but I could do without the sermons."

"Ugh, those guys. One of them called me ma'am, the gall!"

...well, it wasn't what he was hoping to learn, to put it politely.

Which mean he had to go to the source, and he wasn't looking forward to that. Who knew what the knights would consider a threat, especially in this world where Landers were apparently terrified of players. (Which... well, the fact that they weren't scared before was surprising.) Ash considered himself decent at acting nonthreatening, but he wouldn't blame anyone for thinking otherwise.

He looked up at the building rising above the remains of the camp, and then approached someone who didn't appear too busy.

"Excuse me... do you have the time to answer a few questions? I was curious about what's happening here."

Rolls

What's the deal with all these Tertorians and the thing they're building here? Why now? Inquiring doggos want to know.

Roll Result
1d100 (46) = 46
Ash Vargold | Stars of the Land + New Arrival
(Disadvantage from Dissonant DA. Advantage from <Dissonant Exterminator>.)

 

[Aalam Abungu]

Working Man
An old duty

AP: 1/3
2 AP spent.
1 WP spent
Location:
Surrounding area
Prompt:
Masked Dominion
Narrator Tag: @Skyswimsky*

Rumors on the wind that is what a man worked on, and that was what he was meant to deal with. No rebuilding a city to the grand state that it once had been in, and not risking his life to save people....no that always ended up with either himself or someone else death. Saving people was for heroes and legends. He was just a man that took on jobs and did work. He took out his pipe as he made his way around, following the trails before him and working those rumors. There was always something that you could find if you were willing to listen, and the good thing about being a nature mage was the trees were always listening; you just needed to be able to ask them what was happening around them. So he was following the rumors as he moved through the forest and had put his bow away instead of just walking with his hunting knight and his cloak. He knew how people in this area dressed, and while he didn't have a one-to-one match ready, he didn't need one. He just needed to ensure he didn't stand out heavily so that people would automatically assume that he was star called. With recent events, people have been less likely to talk in the presence of someone; they consider it a walking disaster. So he swapped out his pipe for a chewed-up wooden one and gave himself a hunch. You could do a lot with a really good hunch, but the most interesting thing was the cult rumor.

He had done this before, and you always started with the small towns, where gossip flows easily. So he just sat down on the edge of a clearing of workers picking out the one who would be the most likely to talk and pressing a gold coin into his hand. "I am chasing down a rumor my friend is looking for a group going under the name Masked Dominion. You wouldn't happen to be able to point me in the right direction."

Rolls

Working to find out information about the Masked Dominion


Roll Result
1d100 (77) = 77

masked

 

[Ueno Mizuki]

AP: 1/3 (2 AP spent)
(1 WP spent)
Location:
Surrounding Area
Prompt:
Masked Dominion
Narrator Tag:
@Skyswimsky*

With so many people fleeing Astorea the travelling inns were busier than ever. Good news for the innkeepers, whose greatest concern right now was replenishing their supplies quickly enough to keep up with the demand, but for everyone else such activity on the road was cause for concern. Highwaymen and other ill-doers would become more active if there was more prey wandering about, which was how Mizuki got involved.

Having already rescued one pair from a bunch of bandits who'd thought to gut them and steal their stuff the wildling had moved to the nearest inn, telling her packmates to go hunt in the forest while she did her civilized thing. Truthfully, hunting with her pack would probably be more entertaining, but if she wanted to take the task of helping people out seriously she couldn't always have fun.

Entering the travelling inn she made her way between the crowded tables, her ears perking up and her nose wrinkling as people drank and argued and ate. Unsurprisingly, there weren't a lot of positive voices in the crowd: most of them talked about the weather, the condition of the road, and where they'd be going. As this road connected Astorea to Falderen it was little surprise that most of them were hoping to find themselves a new home in the capital city, although as she passed them by and headed for the counter she also heard some voices from those who had family in Falderen and were planning to reunite with their blood.

Sitting down at the counter Mizuki kept listening while ordering herself a drink. A simple ale would give her something to do while paying attention to any more news about troubles on the roads which might need dealing with. Grumbles about pickpockets aplenty, but for now there weren't many fearful whispers about actual robbers and murderers. No doubt other adventurers and lions were also pulling their weight.

The wildling was already considering finishing her drink and leaving to return to her pack when a different sort of problem reached her ears. Twisting in her seat she almost turned around, instead resting one arm on the counter while sipping from the mug held in her other hand. A group of four travellers, dusty and worn like everyone else, were discussing something new... and something quite worrisome.

Lived there for all my life and now I have to uproot myself. Really wish those "Starcalled"...

We're all in the same boat. The city's going to be too crowded, if we stick together we can set up shop in one of the towns...

With how many others are coming this way we'll need more than that. Maybe we can find those Dominion folk...

The Dominion? You mean with the masks? Why would they help us, and how would we even contact them?

They're on our side. The ones who have to leave it all behind because of the outsiders and the machines. The injustice done to us. They should help us.

Should doesn't say much. Do you actually know?

Yeah, if we're going to ride this out together I want us to at least be going with a plan and not false hopes.

I don't know much, but this is what I've heard. Listen closely: I don't want to repeat this...

Mizuki leaned a bit further backwards to listen more closely to the conversation. The human male kept coming back to some group called the Dominion, and how they might be able to help out the refugees. While both Tertoria and Falderen were welcoming refugees from Astorea with open arms (magia excluded for Falderen) Mizuki couldn't remember either nation housing an organisation named the Dominion, masked or otherwise. But if they were gathering support based on the resentment the refugees had towards Astorea she wanted to learn more about them.

Rolls

Mizuki visits a travelling inn at the side of the road and listens in on a conversation between refugees about the Masked Dominion and how it supposedly will help those refugees.

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Roll Result
1d100 (50) = 50
Ueno Mizuki | Masked Dominion | 1815