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

Devi · Apr 3, 2023

After succeeding with their job in Vintergard, where they dealt with rogue magia enemies that had run amok without the Handler's presence, the World's Greatest Lovers soon found themselves in East Brisshal, where they took it upon themselves to counteract Falderen patrols.

Devi, in particular, was just glad she could punch humanoids in the face again. Beating up scrap metal was fun, but there was nothing better than good old-fashioned fisticuffs with people that looked like they could belong in the real world. In her head, she was picturing someone who had done something bad to her. Like a construction worker that catcalled her or that barista who misspelled her name from Meera to Marielle. How the eff do you even go from one to the other?

"I gottem!"

Devi screamed as she launched herself from a perfectly good hiding spot at the first sign of the patrolmen abusing their power over newbs. Rushing from the undergrowth, she basically bum-rushed the closest patrolman, who in his defense was too stunned to move, punching him in the face with a flaming fist!

"Eat justice, ya filthy swine!"

Devi raised her fists in the air as she towered over the patrolman's unconscious body. It was as if she had won a high-profile MMA fight against a worthy adversary, even though she basically just sucker-punched a guy who wasn't even ready for a fight.

The rest of the patrolmen, understandably spooked by a ferocious pugilist with flaming fists, moved back, away from her, hands on their weapons in a more defensive rather than offensive form. To them, Devi just sneered, eager to take everyone on! After all, evil triumphs when good women do nothing.

Rolls

Devi and @Aika, aka the World's Greatest Lovers™, are now saving newly arrived Starcalled from the wrath of infuriated Falderen patrols in East Brisshal! Devi is just punching these power-tripping dudes unconscious with her flaming fists! +1 WP (total of 3 WP)!

Mastery Check
1d100 (84) + 10 + 5 = 99
Pyromancy | Devi | Beware! Brisshal! | 1815

Darkness · Apr 3, 2023

AP:: 0/3
1 AP spent (Darkness)
1 AP spent (Morphues)
1 AP spent (Medusa)
1 Free action (Darkness)
Vintergard
Prompt:
Magia Reprograming (Magias without a Cause)
Narrator Tag:
N/A

_____With the others mostly leaving the area allowed Darkness to resume her work in peace. Sure it still had to be partly 'covert' but in reality she did not much care if someone called her out or not on the matter it was all the same in the end. Either they try and stop her now and meet an Early end, they ignore it and regret it later, or they try to stop it later and meet the same bitter end. It was just how she liked it, giving them plenty of chances but caring not what or when they took it.

"Now behave yourselves, I don't need to go and use even more force do I my lovely new toys? Yes yes, I know the last leader you had fell but if you keep going wild it will end the same for you. So BEHAVE!"

_____It was no easy task, her magic was not designed for mechanical things sure she could effect it in little ways with binding curses or hexs, a bit of spirit was still there to feel the need to act out when the master was fallen that she could tap into and use. But she did not have Magi-tech, nor did she feel the need when most her prey was of the living kind otherwise. As the black tendrils of her magic continued to restrict and alter her desired targets she could only do things with patience as she took a seat in the middle of her magic to least be comfortable during the process.

Rolls

Tainting Magia in attempt to have them serve her.

Normal Attack
1d100 (16) + 25 + 20 = 61
192 total (counting my own to this goal because I wanna)
Corrupt Magic | Kaede Hoshi | Magia without a cause

Rael · Apr 3, 2023

Rael reclaims a step backward, putting herself out of the strike zone of the large boulders at the child's commands, her questions still left unanswered. At the very least, this one had given her more of a clue than the first adventurer she had encountered: a name.

Yet information means nothing if one lacks the ability to act upon it, and whatever conversation she awaits to have with this individual would falter into nothing more than passing pleasantries if they were to suddenly be called away.

As if sensing the build-up of an idea, a verse of a familiar story takes shape beside her, gazing off into the distance as it follows her train of thought. "Should I..."

"Yes, yes, go," and the Summoner urges him forward with a hand upon his shoulder, unleashing the warrior to tasks that he is most definitely less suited for. But there is something, he soon realizes as he follows the example set by others, something unique and perhaps special about momentarily abandoning one's set role in a story to perform that of someone else's.

His smaller frame is nearly obscured by the sight of oversized boulders that he picks effortlessly, treading down the beaten path that the Star Chosen his summoner had encountered minutes ago.

Rolls

— Action: Rael, having realized that everyone is much too busy to respond to her inquiries, decides to assist in the reconstruction efforts by using her summons to do the manual labor, hoping to earn the people some respite, so that they may answer her questions.

Vina Skysong · Apr 3, 2023

AP:: 0/3 (2 AP spent)
Location:
Hall of Heroes
Prompt:
Lions and Tigers!
Narrator Tag:
@Pandora*

@Harper certainly was friendly enough, Vina happily taking the tigress's hand and shaking it. As expected, the judoka's grip was as firm and straightforward as she herself.

No problem Harper~ And I don't see the problem: we're here to train together, aren't we~? (She grinned back.) I'm here to learn how to avoid getting caught, so it wouldn't do my any favours if my predator wasn't in top condition~

And true enough, now that Harper's vitality and stamina had been topped off Vina was quickly learning just how inexperienced she herself was. The judoka moved with precision and skill, quickly catching the playful vixen repeatedly. Even if Vina had enough speed that she could have stayed outside of Harper's reach if she really wanted to, the fact that she had to get close to try and tap the tigress with tickling electricity meant that she often found herself on the floor once more.

Clearly getting within arm's reach of Harper was a bad idea if you didn't know what you were doing.

However, Vina was also learning a lot faster than she would have anticipated. As she sharpened her eyes and ears she became better at predicting how Harper would move, allowing the songstress to dance around the tigress's strong arms and touch her with a light poke that would leave behind a tingling sensation.

Given the friendly nature of this training Vina could actually enjoy herself, not having to worry about getting seriously injured or any unpleasant consequences being attached to failure. The vixen laughed as she kept moving, floating across the training grounds as she stayed outside of Harper's gasp.

Catch me if you can~

Of course, pride came before the fall, and even if Vina was quickly becoming more accustomed to evading she was still lying to herself if she thought she could actually compete with Harper when the judoka became serious. As she evaded the next grappling attempt the vixen was about to poke the tigress again when she suddenly felt something fluffy wrapping around her, and before she could free herself Harper had her down on the ground.

Her eyes sparkled with mischievous delight as her words managed to fluster Harper to make the tigress let go and pull back, the vixen quickly pushing herself back onto her feet with a gust of wind. Before she could tease Harper further, however, Sarina interrupted the two of them. The kick she landed on Harper looked quite impressive, although the tigress quickly reacted by grabbing the offending limb and using it to throw the knight like a projectile.

Before Sarina's body reached Hanno, however, a gust of wind would slow her down, giving her the opportunity to land on her own two feet rather than whatever means the shield bearer might have used to deal with the ballistic staff wielder. Vina hummed a cheerful tune as she winked at Sarina.

Here you go~ As for you...~

Turning back towards Harper the songstress leaned forward to look the striped girl in the eyes even as she reached out with one hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of Harper's mouth, healing the damage to her cheek with the same movement.

I don't know a Mizuk, but if you ever want to try devouring me I'm sure we'd both enjoy it~ (She gave Harper a wink as well.) It'd also be a good opportunity for me to teach you something I'm good at, to thank you for showing me the ropes here.

As much as she was enjoying this conversation, the two of them were still part of a training session. Another gust of wind would allow Vina to leave Harper behind as she shot towards Sarina, reaching out and grabbing the strings that kept the knight's hair tied up in twin tails. She didn't stop there either, moving straight past Sarina and towards @Hanno Futaba, jumping into the air to sail over his head before landing behind him and turning around to poke the back of his head.

Think you two knights can catch me~?

She stuck out her tongue, challenging all three the people on the field to try and catch her as around her the winds kept swirling and flowing, the white-furred vixen having the time of her life as she felt weightless.

Rolls

Vina teases Harper some more after using her wind magic to prevent Sarina colliding with Hanno, after which she uses stronger winds to shoot past Sarina and undo her twin tails, followed by her poking Hanno and challenging the other three trainees to catch her while she does her best to evade.

Mastery Check
1d100 (98) + 25 + 20 = 143
Aeromancy | Vina Skysong | Lions and Tigers! | 1815

Darkness · Apr 3, 2023

AP:: 0/3
1 AP spent (Darkness)
1 AP spent (Morphues)
1 AP spent (Medusa)
2 Free actions (Darkness)
Vintergard
Prompt:
Magia Reprograming (Magias without a Cause)
Narrator Tag:
N/A

_____It was no easy task, sure it was fun all the same but she was happy at least one of her little projects was coming along nicely. Watching as one of the weaker rogue Magia started to kneel before it as her magic took the place of damaged parts. Mounds of black metal made of dark magic and Animancy as it started to take notice she was not here to harm them less they fought her helping hand.

"There you go little one, was that so hard to understand? I aim not to end you or experiment on your corpse, but to give you purpose once more. to give you a master once more. To be useful again in the form you still hold onto."

_____Darkness would turn to face the Magia, reaching a hand to comb the presumed head of the machine as her magic kept working to sooth it. Her other hand flicking to prevent a rogue magia from stopping the process. Sure she was going to take the hit herself as she fought the urge to whince by reflex as the metal spike lodged into her side. She did not signal for the one that was following her to attack, rather a slow turn as she pulled magic to focus on the attacker next.

"Can your program not understand the simple facts before you? Sure I am not machine like you, nor can I speak to you as your former master might but if you simply CEASE this rebellion We can come to a agreement. if you attack me again i will not show this same kindness. You are only permitted to bite this offered hand once before it will be the last thing that your processing unit will witness and relay has struck you DOWN!"

_____Darkness would move a hand from the 'loyal' Magia so she could remove the foreign object from her insides. looking down at the blackened blood along the metal and then down as the wound slowly bubbled and closed itself off. Her mind tracing back her approach as she considered trying the carrot and stick method next rather then mother Terrassa method.

Rolls

Tainting Magia in attempt to have them serve her.

Normal Attack
1d100 (29) + 25 + 20 = 74
266 total
Corrupt Magic | Kaede Hoshi | Magia without a cause

Seigi Ling Ling · Apr 3, 2023

AP: 1/3 (2 AP spent)
Location:
Camp Hope
Prompt:
Melodious Excitement
Narrator Tag:
@Pandora*

It was a storm. A hurricane. A tempest! A force with enough gusto to match Seigi.

"I'M NOT MOVING OKAY?!" Seigi sort of replied to the girl's energy, while technically moving her facial muscles! Until she came to a quick stop.

Wooahhhhhh!!!!

Wooaahh!!!!

They were quite in sync. "I-" Though the girl's gusto, for the time being, was even more than Seigi's! "So you-" Not letting the poor hero come to word. "A-" Until she finished her bubbly waterfall attitude. In fact, her entire body language seemed to shift ever so slightly.

Though she also mentioned that they knew each other...?
Right... that one battle. And Seigi had even gotten her autograph!... Which she had then given Cain. Gosh, such a long time ago. "Hylia!" Memory truly was a scary thing... then again she also still remembered some of the level designs from Super Dario Brothers that she played back then.

"You've changed, too!" Though in far less sinister means than the Idol. Right... Idol! Hylia was like, a Terra-Idol! And did she just ask her to- "I-I'd love to sing with you! So much has happened in these years, too! But I'm pretty much fine! Better as one can be after fighting a dissonance-corrupted queen of Magia anyway!... Are you okay?" The hero tilted her head. "I'm Seigi Ling Ling!"... She reintroduced herself, just in case the girl forgot BEFORE she'd said so.

"Hero on Tour." Well, technically, sort of, true. And the blonde was just that kind of gal. "How... where... are the others? The last time I've seen Saya was when we fought Na- Titania!" Not that she expected them to stick around all the time, but it was quite a natural way to get more information!

Rolls

Seigi goofing with Hylia while offering to concert together and also squeezing out more info.... and brushing off whatever Hylia is going on about.

Pandora* · Apr 3, 2023

The battle continued.

With Hanno's oversight of the field and careful considerations. It decreased the chances of unintended (or perhaps intended when one is in a state of high tension?) serious harm. It had reached the point where Sarina heard someone mention "eating caenis"... woah now,

"Hey no eating Vina you tiger folk who won't tell me your name! Ya got something to hide eh?!"

Sarina made an official Sarina Smug expression as her strike landed only to find the nameless tiger gripping her. Even tho Harper had just told Vina her name, Sarina hadn't caught it. "Eating Caenis" vs "My name's Harper "caught the ears a bit differently.

Oh hell no.
Time for some improvised air control and a wall jump off of a faerin!
Oh, she ended up safe?

'Thanks Vin! I got this though... This nameless tiger is about to get smashed so damn hard!!!"

A strong swing of her battle staff as her body brightened with a red firey spirit.

"Yaaaa, get WHACKED CAT!"

She spun her staff overhead and created a cyclone dragging in anyone around. The moment someone got in range (preferably Harper) she did a powerful punting kick into their stomach!

This was good training... but in truth fighting here where too many eyes and rules stood in the way sorta made it hard to REALLY train.

Hmm...

Maybe she will have to put an offer up for that someday.

Adrenaline Rush!

Sarina is using her passive to grow stronger through the adrenaline of combat training! If she maximum buff before the tracker maxes out. She will kick her maximum possible ass... but become exhausted and unable to continue training!. Get as much training done as you can before Sarina burns herself out!

<A Side Event has been unlocked in the future!>

*COMMENCE HEAD BURSTING RANT OF EXTREMENESS*

As Marigold made her point so loudly and forcefully that one might think another Magia attack had broken out in the public area. Nin was taken aback. She disliked anything that could be considered a sensory overload and here was a living one in her face. After the witch vanished, Nin sighed and shook her head. She looked flustered as she muttered to herself...

"...that way of thinking even here. Without math then... there would be no point. I can't accept that. To remind me of such a hated factor. I need a break."

The mathematician gave her clipboard to an associate and told them she had a headache. Leaving the area.

Theme

"How... where... are the others? The last time I've seen Saya was when we fought Na- Titania!"

Hylia rose her gem-embedded wrist to her ear. She looked concerned but the mention of Saya and concerts had been enough to distract her from it.

"Oh... yepyep that was when I was still a trainee! I'm sorry we couldn't help. Only Lady Saya and Lady Weiss can handle a 2nd Order of that level. Titanius was a legend for a reason. Or Titania? The core had a different persona than the body? Oh my Ella, I haven't fought in a soul space yet so I don't know that much. I've heard stories tho yep!"

The Harmonizer of D.E.S shook her head hard. She leaned on her microphone some. The device was both a microphone and a staff with blue decor. A combination of something lost to many in Arcia from a time forgotten with the magical needs of today.

"Nopenopenope! I really wish Lady Saya would come back. We miss her and soon there's the event she enjoys most! She went off with some big old guy and we barely see her now. Maybe she just likes the new sights?! I don't blame her! There's just... SO MUCH WORLD over here! It's great that we were allowed to see it even if it's just a wee bit backward the farther east we go hehe! Fate be blessed ♥!"

Hylia didn't want to have to bring this up, but it was her job... she had a duty. If this lady, even one she only met once had begun to lose her place in fate. She had to help.

"If you're on tour, maybe you should come to Tertoria soon. I think you might need to see an O.A. ...or maybe Lady Weiss if she's free."

Her voice lowered...

"I think some light dissonance might have seeped into you. We might be able to help. You know how bad dissonance is right?"

Hylia's mood returned to hyper-energized in moments.

"Butbut!!! The evil queenie has been removed from power and once we find Priscilla everything will be great in Gardibrook again! Then I can hold my concert and you can be there along with other Starcalled! I can't wait to jam out for all of you!"

<Warning: Seigi must make a roll under 100 (+10 Dissonant Tag and +25 Nanami Essence) to continue to use any prompt in Camp Hope+/D.E.S. Astorea Branch. Each time, she must add a +10 modifier to her roll. If she rolls over 100 at any point, this place will be on alert and she won't be able to enter again for the rest of the Active World.>

Rael · Apr 3, 2023

Hard at work, the Faerin Warrior continues the humanitarian efforts at the behest of his Summoner, his combat prowess all but forgotten in place of what was needed most: a set of strong hands, or someone capable of supplying enough aid through their magic to compensate for their lack of the former.

"On it, but allow me to set these down first!"

Rael remains seated with her hands linked over her lap, head swaying back and forth as she watches him run to and fro, completed requests pushed onto a single man who seemed not to ever get tired.

He isn't, but that isn't theirs to know. Occasionally, her quill glides over paper, glimmering letters modifying the verses that gave him shape, creating new ones... A character and their role would forever be set within a story unless they somehow earned the power to defy the bindings of fate, but for all other circumstances, she is present.

Hers is the power that grants him the ability to do what he is not designed to, sacrificing her mana for the strength that he needs. He rolls up his sleeves and begins his work anew, directed by other adventurers to be where he needs to, while she watches from a distance, remaining out of others' way.

"Oi! Do that again, louder this time."

"Hmm?" Rael peers up at a stranger that seems to have stopped in front of her, looking to either side first as if to confirm she is being addressed. The stranger rolls their eyes in response, and the downward turn of their lip is enough indication of the thoughts that near urge him away from the elf.

"The singing. Could use some cheerin' up." Warmth blooms to life upon her skin, dusting the tips of her pointed ears as well as her cheeks and the bridge of her nose with a modest blush. Clearly, she hadn't been aware of the unconscious practice. "Well?"

"A-Ah... I-In that case..." The tiniest apology slips through, gone unheard by the worker impatiently tapping his foot against the ground. Her eyes sweep across the path, gaze downcast as if it would allow her to swallow the shame that steadily builds up at the back of her mind, but no such relief comes.

"Ain't got all day. You were doing just fine a second ago!"

Instead, she feels the impatience within the other grow at her hesitation, no other outcome than the desired one to be allowed.

Right, something lively.

Something with feeling, and a story.

Something with rhythm, and to invoke pleasant feelings. They need as much.

The book momentarily falls closed, the storyteller clearing her throat as she finally settles on a song.

Music ( ♬ )

Rolls

— Action: Rael allows her Summons to continue their work while she sits peacefully to the side, singing and humming softly, the effects of her passive magic allowing for others' efforts and spirits to be magically bolstered.

Catherine Haust · Apr 3, 2023

AP:: 1/3 2 AP Spent
Location: Hall of Heroes
Prompt: To the Fallen
Narrator Tag: Not sure which is relevant so... @Skyswimsky* @Pandora*

The wind swept over the Hall of Heroes as the sun began to set. Catherine walked along the narrow path leading up to the Knight's offices, offering small greetings as she passed the squires and trainees along the route. She'd finally managed to change out of her robes and had settled for a simple tunic and slacks, the leather belt and boots glinting a little bit from the metallic clips that held them together. She ran her hands over her head, smoothing back her extra-tight ponytail and let out an exhausted breath.

What a day. She tiredly trudged past one of the clerks, a woman whom Catherine had been with in the past. The clerk turned and winked at her but the knight barely noticed, much to the woman's surprise. The clerk glanced at the person she was standing next to and they shook their head in confusion. It wasn't often that Catherine looked so worn down, and it was a bit worrying. Catherine ignored their exchange and climbed the stairs, stalking down the halls with as much purpose as she could manage. It was hard enough just to keep her head held high. How was it that a day of nothing but prayer and listening had been more exhausting than any day on the battlefield?

She opened the door to her office and shut it behind her, locking it tight before standing in the middle of the room. She shuddered out a breath and sat down on the floor, holding her head. The endless names she had read off of the memorial list. The hollow eyes of the soldiers. The desperation of that boy. She rubbed her eyes to relieve some of the pressure behind them, damn it. She grit her teeth and set her jaw, she would have to go to confession soon and offload some of this. The life of a priest was not an easy one, listening to woes day in and day out. That hopelessness that came with it.

She exhaled and reached for her holy symbol.

"What would you do, Endra?"

She rubbed her thumb over the symbol and smiled at it, tears welling in her eyes. Her chest began to tighten and her lips trembled. She hung her head.

"I'm not strong enough to shoulder all this for them, I'm so sorry, I don't know what to do for them."

She hiccuped and laughed, squeezing the holy symbol tightly and pressing her face against it. Tears streamed down the metal as she tried to hold herself back from openly weeping.

"I'll get stronger, I'll keep getting stronger, I won't let you down. You've given me strength that no prayer has ever given me before. But..."

She let out a heavy breath that inched ever closer to the heave of a sob. She tried to get the rest of the words out, but all she could do was weep. She let it all out over a few hours in the empty silence of her office, purging herself of the pain. After that she managed to get some hold on herself. The moon was already out when she went to the window, using a hand cloth to clean her face and staring out over the fortress of the Lion's Pride. She needed to go to sleep.

She went to her small altar to Endra and went to her knees, pressing her head to the ground before looking back up at it. The pain from earlier was gone, only tempered steel remained in her gaze. As it should be. She was an unflinching blade for the faith and for the law. A servant of the people. One day she would be strong enough to withstand it all, and this was just another step towards that vision. A person of faith with the strength to shoulder anything; she'd read about them before. Paladin.

"Goddess of Law, Unseeing Gaze of Justice, Your servant ends her vigil this day. Be with your servant in her slumber, walk with her in her dreams, and impart upon her the wisdom to see the truth of your laws."

She pressed her head against the ground again.

"Good night, my Goddess."

She got to her feet and walked over to her cot, sitting down on it before falling onto her back. She let out a sigh. Maybe she should log out?

Rolls

Catherine returns to her office in the Hall of Heroes and has a private moment of despair for the people affected by the war. She gives an intimate prayer to the goddess in her moment of weakness. She follows that with a more formal prayer before going to sleep.

Roll Result
1d100 (55) = 55
Prayer | Catherine | For the Fallen (advantage roll)

Aalam Abungu · Apr 4, 2023

AP: 2/3
1 AP spent.
Location:
Surrounding area/ on the bridge between Astorea and Tertoria,
Prompt:
The Starforged Bridge
Narrator Tag:

He just needed to take a second to catch himself. That was all that he needed a few seconds to catch his breath so that he would be able to keep up the work. The guards on end had proper supply train working, and we're getting more rations out to keep people moving, but they would need help. That abyss was still a monster, looking to pull people down and leave them at the bottom. Something that was looking to feed on that pain and misery that had come from their actions, or maybe it was their inactions in this case but in the end, it was still their fault. He was tired, not just in his muscles but also in his mind. He had been playing this game for years, and he remembered when he was locked in this game, yet he was still here playing, playing when he was on his second death, and most people that were smarter than he had already left the game. They saw other things worth living for, but he was still risking it all for people who saw him more as immortal. He couldn't tell you if that was foolish or wise in the end; he couldn't even tell you if he was stupid or brave. He was just someone that couldn't quit this world no matter the danger that came with it, and well, that was something he would never be able to understand. Reaching up, and pulled one of those roses off the mess of vines he had convinced to grow into a railing and let that blue thing rest in the palm of his hand. He watched that rose turn in his hand and, for a second, was glad that he had kept a few of the seeds from that gift. It was one of those things that he never expected to see again, but he kept a few of those seeds just in case there had come a time when things had changed, and this world had changed a great deal and needed reminders of better things than him that it used to have better people in it before it had been just left with him. It had been a gift made for someone else, someone that was better than him, and he had given that gift in a moment of weakness, but in the end, he couldn't even give it all away.

So he kept a few of those seeds that he had worked on for a while to ensure they flowered in that way. It was something of his master's work as natural magic, crossbreeding enough roses until he had a flower that would bloom blue from the seed. A rich and deep blue that seems only to get deeper once that moonlight hits it, coming to life with vibrancy. He could make everyone bloom fully for the rest of the day by pressing that flower back on the vine and just pushing enough mana into the railing. It might only do a little for the people walking over the bridge, but it would always do more for him to remember who they were a gift for. "I wonder if you would have been proud of who I am or would you have been disappointed in what I turned into....." But that was an idea and thought for another day because now the real work had to be done; those too weak to make the trip across the bridge had been gathered, and he needed to move them.

"Push to keep the dark from coming,"

Rolls

Pushing more mana into the vines on the bridge, making every flower bloom as he helped get people over the bridge.

Mastery Check
1d100 (16) + 25 = 41
Hyper Sense | Aalam Abungu | Thread Code

Kamala Graham · Apr 4, 2023

It didn't take long for Kamala to hear about the exodus of landers from Astorea. Their confidence in their king had wavered. Those who could had made the decision to move from where they called home to neighboring kingdoms, including Falderen. The elf believed that the Viridian Fields, a farming commune she had established with both traveler and lander friends when she started playing the game, would provide a great sanctuary for these lost lambs.

"Greetings, friends! Peace walk with you!" Flanked by two of her pathfinder friends, both landers, the elf put on the brightest of her smiles as she tried her best to persuade the lost to join them in the Fields. "We have a place for you in Pormont that would be perfect until you could get back to your own two feet. You can even stay with us for as long as you need!"

Kamala made her case to those that stayed to listen, and to those who didn't, she still shared with them the bounty and blessings of excess vegetables and fruits from the same farm. She had brought with her wagons of produce, their small assistance for those that needed food as they made their way to a new home. It was by far not her decision alone, as others from the Fields wanted to do the same.

If there was any proof that goodness, that kindness, still exists, even between two conflicting sides, it was the act of generosity and charity that transcended both divides. To those that took their help, they would be met by a warm and comfortable bed back at the farm. To those that didn't, Kamala could only pray for their safety and wellbeing. She, too, was at a crossroads and knew the feeling of uncertainty. After all this, could she even return with the same heart that was always ready to pour itself out to others? Would she even feel welcomed home?

One can only hope, though as long as there's hope, things will be all right!

Rolls

Kamala aids landers in their exodus by offering them sanctuary in Viridian Fields. Also some food for all, including those that would decline the offer of sanctuary. Gained 1 Wanderer Point!

Roll Result
2d3 (2 + 2) = 4
Presence 35 | Kamala Graham | 1815 | Lander Exodus

Vashti · Apr 4, 2023

AP:: 2/3
1 AP spent
Location:
Finweald, MIT facilities.
Prompt:
For Science!
Narrator Tag:
N/A

"You may call me Valen."

"It's nice to meet you, Valen," she greeted the man who gave his name, which was proper etiquette the way she'd learned it. At least one of the men she'd met in this game had some manners-

"The refreshments, a simple gesture. I am here because of those...." she tilted her head as the man spoke, and very swiftly changed the topic to something much more grave. Her smile did not falter, but her eye did twitch with his next words. "...and to ask all of you some questions. Why are you playing a game that entails the danger of killing your real body?"

"Mmmmm... nope, that's not something I feel like unpacking today. A pleasure, Valen, but I've got work I need to get back to." She managed to retain her composure as she bowed out and went swiftly back to the controls of her machine, putting the finishing touches on some one of the stasis chambers used for more volatile cores that were at high risk over going rampant. Cooler temperatures and highly experimental techniques developed by someone who she hadn't had the pleasure of knowing yet were simple enough to install, a true paradox. The welding was intricate, but with the proper tools, even a novice could handle the task.

After she was sure that she could leave the area in good hands, she placed a hand on Luthien's shoulder. "I'm so down for drinks later, girl. You know how to get ahold of me~" She turned to smile at Ronja. "I can't wait til we have more time to hang out, Ronja. Please, don't be a stranger! If you're friends with Luthy, you're definitely good people~"

With that, the beastwoman finalized her task in that area of the lab and went on to perform some maintenance elsewhere.

She could feel the cold sweat on the back of her neck as she left.

Rolls

Vashti, unnerved by Valen's question, quickly finishes her work and hurries to vacate the facility.

1d100 (98) + 15 + 5 = 118
Knowledge | Vashti | For Science!

@Luthien @Ronja Bubblyfoot

Darkness · Apr 4, 2023

AP:: 2/3
1 AP spent (Darkness)
2 Free actions (Darkness -Magia without a cause -[135 count])
Location: Vintergard
Prompt: Lander Exodus
Narrator Tag: N/A

"I love the aftermath of wars gone astray.~ So much lovely dark emotion swirling around it sends shivers down my spine. But to think those foolish 'star called' went and struck yet another borderline civil war.~ Do they not notice each enemy saved is two more made. Not like it concerns me all that much, I'll just sweep up the spoils.~"

_____A twisted grin as the demonic elf seeped into a portal made of her magic to get to work seeking out those she saw fit to 'assist' in making an exit from under the reckless Starcalled thumb. Sure they would likely be nothing like they had been before but they would be far more pleased with their new life, Darkness could make sure of that with enough magic of hers coursing into their bodies. Her chuckle cutting the air as she found her first mark.

_____A human lander, who seemed rather torn emotionally looking over the bodies of a few children. A mother perhaps, who lost kids during the attack? Lost in her grief as the Demoness quickly rose up behind her reaching a blackened claw out to her head as the magic would drag her mind into a small pocket as Darkness would follow after humming to get her attention.

"Who are you, where is this plac..."

"Oh grieving mother, lost children by fate to soon by hands beyond this world. Do not weep or mourn their passing but seek revenge?~ They chose to delay to save the very threats that attacked, that took so many lives? What makes ITs life more important then your children?"

_____Darkness cut the woman off as she rushed to hold her mouth. Her dark and corrupt magic seeping into the grieving mother to fuel the negative emotion, to turn them against the star called. This world might be a 'game' to them but to the rest it was now the only life they had, and to some was the only life they ever knew. Why should they get to decide who gets to live and die? why should they get to freely come back each time?

_____Humming as she would release the woman and send her back into the masses to spark more unrest, to eventually find her way to Darkness' manor where they could further plan the downfall of the arrogant hero starcalled. It was time for a new chapter, and it would be the end of the heroes if Darkness had he say. Slipping back into the crowd as she searched for another ripe to turn darker. Slinking behind a man without his arm trying to adjust using his seeming offhand as she repeated the process feeding them darkness and corruption.

"To the soul who lost what he used most, I give you back what was taken. Why should they be able to just heal and regain limbs alone? I think not, that unfairness will be seen to end this day. Seek out other's harmed and I will give back parts taken or lost.~"

"YE! Why do they get to just fix anything they lost, It's not right!"

_____Darkness grinned as she slinked away to not draw to much attention to herself. Moving among the crowd 'gifting' their darkness release at the cost of who they could become for overcoming it. For when there is lose there are many easy marks to turn into pawns, or cannon fodder. THIS was truly her favorite part of large events.~

Rolls

Relocating.~

Roll Result
1d3 (2) = 2
influence | Darkness | Lander Exodus

Aalam Abungu · Apr 4, 2023

AP: 1/3
1 AP spent.
Location:
Surrounding area/ on the bridge between Astorea and Tertoria,
Prompt:
The Starforged Bridge
Narrator Tag:

It would take him some time as he was the only one working on the bridge at the moment, and he needed to get people across. So far, he had set up the railings well enough not to worry about people falling over the side. That was something he had been able to stop, and if they were looking to try and end their life, he would be able to hear them climb on the things and stop them. Either by wrapping them up in the vines until that moment of panic had prevented them or wrapping them tight enough that he could carry them the rest of the way. A solid, safe net gave him enough time to get to the person who had fallen into that despair. And with that, he moved over to the other side of the bridge and picked up the first person who couldn't make it over. It seemed that they had lost both legs in a mess, had something crushed them, or was it a mechanical attack? He couldn't tell, and while his magic was great, he couldn't regrow limbs. That was something he was very much aware of. He had already given someone else his coat, so that he couldn't use that, but there was enough vegetation around him that his magic could be focused. Pressing his fingers into the ground as he worked, he covered her in a cloak of leaves to ensure he didn't move her too much before he pulled her into his arms and started walking. He had walked the length of that bridge more times than he could count today, but what were a few more steps? It took him longer than he would have liked to cross the bridge this time; he had been burning his mana on both ends and working his body to exhaustion. He could feel now more than ever how much he had been working, and damn, he would like to drink, but not yet. He still needed to finish what he was doing, and no matter how heavy she was, he couldn't let her see; he was almost to the other side when he missed a step, his leg buckling for a second under the weight and exhaustion. So he stopped there with her pressed into his chest and pulled the air into his lungs as he waited for one second and then the other, listening to the sound of people walking.

"Feel the weight of what we owe."

He pushed the words out of his lips as he moved, carried her over the bridge, and pressed her into those guards waiting before his legs gave out from under him and dropped to the ground. There were still more.

Rolls

Keeping up the song and carries the last of the people over the bridge as he fights exhaustion.

Mastery Check
1d100 (87) + 25 = 112
Hyper Sense | Aalam Abungu | Thread Code

Fiora Di Angelo · Apr 6, 2023

AP:: 1/3
2 AP spent + 2 Wanderer Points
Location: Somewhere In ~~Nevada~~ High March
Prompt: Greed of the Pauper
Narrator Tag: @Pandora* @Skyswimsky*

It's not like Endra's Favor was trustworthy in the slightest (Or anything with a god's name as part of it), or Falderen in general for that regard. But she couldn't ignore the issue when the involved were the most afflicted by the war against the Magia themselves, taken over by promises of wealth. Shortcuts that didn't exist or always had a high price to pay, like with most things.

But High March of all places..? She only had terrible memories from the last time she stepped into the wasteland. she felt at odds with the terrain, preparation and proper gear aside. And what she found left little to be desired as the knightess walked onto exactly what was described to her: Piss-poor people dealing with shiny piss knights, with not an inch of flesh revealed on their body. But that's something she couldn't complain about given the armet she wore.

But asking the bystanders wouldn't help much. Not like her hopes are any higher to get an answer from the golden gentlemen-- She would bite for this once. Afterall, they must have a reason to stop others on the road other than for the simple fact of doing so.

And so, Fiora closed the distance a good bunch until the clank of her armor worked as good enough advertisement of her presence and stopped on a fair enough distance. Fair enough to not be caught by a stray blade without an opportunity to unsheathe her own, at the very least.

"A group of armed soldiers rounding up the poor doesn't give for a pretty sight, even with the contrast gold gives in such a rotten land like this." She raised her voice a little, enough to catch one's attention at the very least. "Why?" She cut straight to the point.

Perhaps she could catch a better glance at some symbol or banner, anything that could give away some kind of affiliation these soldiers had? By all means she couldn't recall any army in yellow belonging to any of the two cities, and unless the people from Tertoria called this a warm welcome, this looked like the works of a third party.

Which made her right hand all the more ready to draw her blade should she have to, but not ready enough to show it off. She was here to talk afterall, not to intimidate.

Rolls

Summary:
With word of Endra's Favor requesting for help on this matter and what little info there was, Fiora moved into High March to get to the bottom of the issue. Finding the pictured situation, she wants to first get a better idea by asking the soldiers of gold themselves, while keeping an eye out for any noteworthy details on their garments.

Roll Result
1d100 (61) + 5 = 66

Fiora Di Angelo | Greed of the Pauper

Aalam Abungu · Apr 4, 2023

AP: 0/3
1 AP spent.
Location:
Surrounding area/ on the bridge between Astorea and Tertoria,
Prompt:
The Starforged Bridge
Narrator Tag:

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a flask, a simple mixture from another time and another place. He popped the cork off his teeth as he poured that drink down his throat, and he could taste that mixture. That collection of drinks that had been poured into a bottle to save them, gin, a bit of dark rum, and then a bit of rice wine. It wasn't a good drink, but it was familiar; it had been bottled months ago when he had been working on something else in another part of the world. He could not remember the job he had taken at the time, but he could recognize the sound of those leave, how they rustled and crunched; it was a song that he would never forget as long as he had that bottle. Reaching into the ground and pulling a cock from a root that was growing and stopping the bottle as his eyes rested back on that bridge. That thing that he attempted to finish, the people that had been working to move and the more that still needed to be carried across so they did not jump.

He was tired, an exhaustion that soaked into his bones and bled the strength from them. His body was a wreck, he was old but still young enough that he was able to accomplish things well, but damn, did he feel useless in times like this. Back when he was new to this game, there were people he could have asked for help, players who had worked to do the impossible and make a country. After that, there were people he could have called on because they were friends, people that remembered him, and now there was just a man with a bow. Running his fingers through his hair, he turned back to the bridge and started walking. He could not stop until he had helped them cross that abyss; if he failed, it would feel the things down there. So he moved, placing someone on his back as he wrapped his fingers around the child, trying to walk with them. He was immortal, after all. Pain and exhaustion were something that he could ignore, his mana would come back after this task, and he would be able to log off from this game. But for these landers, this was their life, the only thing they had, and it was a mess they brought down upon them.

"This: the song of sons and daughters,"

Rolls

Working through his exhausted state to keep carrying people over the bridge.

Mastery Check
1d100 (95) + 25 = 120
Hyper Sense | Aalam Abungu | Thread Code

Avius · Apr 4, 2023

AP:: 1/3
-1 Darkness
-1 Druid
Location: Hall of heroes
Prompt: To the fallen
Narrator Tag: Um... please no...?

125 / 125

_____Druid did not like it one bit, He not only lost his bet to Sparkpaw and was forced to leave the safety of his cave to go deal with other people, but walked in during the aftermath of a massive fight. hand holding the stub of his own arm as he nervously looked around the area. There was so much negative in the air he could barely keep his own spirit calm if not for how nervous he was. Stumbling around the groups and eventually finding himself in a temple of some kind he guessed?

_____Looking around he gathered it was likely a place to honor the dead and decided the very least he could do if he can't talk to other people was talk to something that had very little chance of replying back right? it was not like the gods listened to every prayer they received? Fumbling around his satchel to get out his little notepad he had on the gods and picked the one that seemed most fitting as he knelt down and started his prayer like it was a actual conversation.

"Um... i prey to... Synra? I think is how you say the name... Ummmm... I'm Druid... Erm I guess as a god you might have known that already... But ummm... I guess as your the goddess, god, do you all even really have a gender or just go by whatever people call you at the time? I'm getting off topic... I ask that you... ummm... grant them the abililty to move on or um get reborn as something else i think? I... really don't know what to say here... ... ye... Praise be Synra i guess?"

_____Druid would blink a few times as he scratched the back of his head, feeling the eyes and murmurs of many going on about the likely worst preyer they ever heard made him tug his hood down with his one hand and shuffle away from the others to go deal with the new emotional scar he just made himself attach. THIS was why he stayed away from people, he could not deal with them at all!

Rolls

Druid TRIES to talk to someone he has never meet, seen, heard, knowledge of really... Comedy ensue.

Roll Result
1d100 (15) = 15
Prayer to Synra | Druid | To the Fallen

Rael · Apr 4, 2023

There is little reason to celebrate as of these last few weeks.

With the bulk of their manpower gone, what remains of the once illustrious Starcalled nation is but a shadow of its former self, abandoned to its luck by the very same people they had once sworn to protect.

The fault lies not with the Landers and other Starcalled who had chosen to leave, turning to Falderen for shelter from a nation often thrown in the way of chaos. It lies heavy upon the shoulders of those who had let them down, people much like herself, who haven't the results to show for all the sacrifice that had been demanded of the people.

This fate is more than just.

Tertorian envoys, secluded and mysterious in equal measure, grant them no answers as they carve for themselves a place amidst the rubble, their own corner with a building that might as very well say: "See, we helped, and now you owe us." To her knowledge, they hadn't moved a single muscle to help against a threat they seemed to be well-versed in, showing up only after such had been "dealt with".

It isn't my place to say anything.

Laughter and cheer are most easily spread when in the company of folks willing to allow themselves to be swayed by the spirit of others, whose own views or emotions might be forgotten in the moment. When the workers lay down their tools and lean against the rubble to rest themselves, she quietens.

A tap comes to her shoulder.

"Lady, if you aren't working, you might as well leave or make yourself useful."

"But I-..."

"Shush! None of that. Work, or leave. We don't need you crowding up this place more than it already is."

Rael blinks at the woman, who does not know the extent of the aid she has been providing others in a non-traditional way, and all the woman does is to make a gesture with her thumb over her shoulder. Beyond, there are a couple of carts being rolled in by various assistants in their aprons, distributing various trays and packages amongst the workforce.

When the Storyteller looks back to the woman, she needs but to raise an eyebrow to get the elf hopping down from her seat and moving.

Rolls

— Action: At the behest of the kitchen staff, she distributes food amongst the workers while they rest.

Avius · Apr 4, 2023

AP:: 0/3
-1 Darkness
-2 Druid
2 Free actions (Darkness -Magia without a cause -[135 roll count])
Location: Hall of heroes
Prompt: To the fallen
Narrator Tag: Um... please no...?

125 / 125

_____A small circle would appear on the ground drawing Druid's focus. Shifting his focus over as his oldest company appeared from the summoning circle he chose not to bar using. The little rabbit pointing at him as she stood on two feet and to the outside was just a large chain of squeak and nose twitching accompanied by foot stomping and more pointing but to those that could understand creatures well...

"What of the heck was that Druid! Can you not even talk to someone that is not even there without a rant?! How many times do I have to tell you just treat it like you talking to any of us! Don't stress over every little off track, keep to a theme, and just for the love of sweet berry don't Run off after you finish talking!"

"You knew this was not gonna happen even if I followed that... I don't have people skills anymore... Four years around only critters and monsters takes a toll on..."

"No excuses! now go and Pray again and this time DO IT RIGHT, then go deal with people, only then will you have upheld the terms of our deal and can return to the cave if you really want to be a hider all your life!"

_____Druid could only sigh as he got lectured by a creature and maybe only one or two people could understand just how badly the lecture was as he moved to a corner away from everyone and out of most ear shot if he could with Sparkpaw right behind him grumbling how Druid was so much more timid then he was in the past. he lost to much, and had been struggling to make it by even HE could only keep his own spirit so high in a place so depressing as he started his next Prayer, even worse then the first.

"Hello Divine being Urukhan, I speak to you today with prayer to request you treat those who have joined you recently from this region or event with kindness. To permit them some comfort that their deaths had not been for naught. I ask you show them mercy in judgement if they committed Ill action in their final moments in the chaos, I ask you show guidance to those young without adult to follow. Lastly I ask... forgiveness for any rudeness they may cause you in their denial of death coming for them."

Rolls

Druid TRIES to talk to someone he has never meet, seen, heard, knowledge of really... Comedy ensue.

Roll Result
1d100 (10) = 10
Prayer to Urukhan | Druid | To the Fallen

Luthien · Apr 4, 2023

Lúthien was already aware of the little knowledge she held when it came to the Magical Institute of Theory and how the faction itself worked, but it was certainly highlighted as the blonde listened to the conversation between @Ronja Bubblyfoot and @Vashti. While her wish to help Meriam back into a suitable body where genuine the reality was that Lúthien knew next to nothing on how to make such a wish come true—if it wasn’t for Sven, Ronja and even Vashti (and the other folks in MIT) the elf was certain such a dream would’ve remained as such for eternity.

So instead she focused her all on the things that she could learn and that she could focus on with little to no training, hoping that by taking on those tasks and responsibilities Ronja and the others would have more time to figure out the pressing and minute details required to—hopefully—match all of the found cores with a new magitech body in due time.

"If you’re thirsty I got some drinks right here."
"Yisus Christ—!"

The screwdriver she’d been using to secure the current piece of furniture flew right out of her hand before clattering onto the ground as a monotone voice—one she’d never heard before—suddenly spoke not too far from where she stood. Crimson eyes turned to look at the green-haired man and the equally green refreshments he’d brought over, the edges of her gaze slowly relaxing upon noticing a familiar purple armband barely visible on one of his arms—not too dissimilar from the one Sven wore upon first meeting the senior researcher.

"T-Thanks Valen…"

After retrieving her screwdriver, now left atop one of the shelves to continue working after the unexpected break, she picked the bottle with the mysterious green liquid—though by the time Lúthien had poured the first glass her vixen friend was already excusing herself and making her way towards the door. Talk about blunt and straight to the point… Not like Lúthien could blame Vashti for it, Valen’s question wasn’t exactly one that many players wanted to think about or discuss even in the best of times.

"Don’t overwork yourself Vash, catch ya later~" A friendly wave was given to the beastfolk before she disappeared and, after raising the bottle slightly in the direction of the other two and visually confirming if they wished a drink or not, she set it back down before picking her own glass. "Well, that’s quite the question to start the day with."

She couldn’t help a small smirk as the man procured a notebook and pen, the actions reminding her of a certain pink-haired dreamsister of hers whenever she was in her own investigative mode, before a cautious sniff was given to whatever it was that she’d poured herself a glass of. Her gaze shifted to the new delivery of cores that Valen had brought with himself, those would need alphabetizing in the new shelves, before the ranger leaned her back against the wall as she thought of her answer.

"Hard to say really… though what first drew me in was how realistic this in-game world is."

When it came to VR games currently in the market it was second to none. It allowed any player to immerse themselves into it so easily and effortlessly, like a sweet and smooth cocktail, that it was perhaps little surprise how irresistible it became for many. It certainly triggered quite a few red flags within her mind from the start, but none had been big enough to deter the blonde from continuing to play—besides they all had two freebies before potentially being locked into the game forever, right?

"Now though… guess I’ve gotten too invested in it to let it go." There were too many things that tied her now to this place, things that she wasn’t willing to give up and let go any time soon despite the inherent dangers associated with such a death game.

Her tongue felt dry as she finished speaking and, without much thought, Lúthien took a sip of the beverage in her hands.

❰ Summary ❱

Valen’s sudden appearance catches Lúthien by surprise as she hyper-fixates on the little things she can do to hopefully help Meriam. After agreeing to catch up with @Vashti later over drinks she remains with @Ronja Bubblyfoot as Valen engages them in an… interesting conversation.

Also if Ronja or Valen nodded towards her when she wordlessly asked if they wanted a drink too Lúthien would’ve poured each a glass.

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

Devi

Darkness

Rael

❮ Lore Seeker ❯

Vina Skysong

❮ Lyrical ❯

Darkness

Seigi Ling Ling

❮ Dissonant Exterminator ❯

Pandora*

❮ Narrator ❯

Adrenaline Rush!

Rael

❮ Lore Seeker ❯

Catherine Haust

Aalam Abungu

Kamala Graham

❮ Pathfinder ❯

Vashti

Darkness

Aalam Abungu

Fiora Di Angelo

❮ Raging Flame ❯

Aalam Abungu

Avius

Rael

❮ Lore Seeker ❯

Avius

Luthien

❮ Lore Seeker ❯