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

Ronja Bubblyfoot

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Location: MIT Headquarters
Prompt: Green Conspiracy
Narrator Tag: @Skyswimsky*


Ronja giggled at the threat, sticking out a tongue at Luthien before returning her attention to Valen, titling her head as she considered his words.

"Ronja understands... Just reversing would at least solve half of the problem. Now, for this to just transcent a game..." Ronja pursed her lips, remaining pensive about the idea. It did feel much more real than anything she has ever played or seen before. In fact, if it wasn't for the User Interface popping up in front of her from time and time, she would be completely lost into the immersion it provided.

How much fear, and survival instinct kicked in when she was in danger was also unsettling realistic. Far more than what a simple mental trick could provide.

Her gaze then rose at Valen, with a vague frown crossing her face. "If UI-Lock is a feature or an accident would also be interesting to know... As if it would apply to Landers..?" Ronja pondered about Luthien's consideration. If it was the first, it would be tougher to deal with, as it would be possibly relentless. "Ronja doesn't know how deep the abyss goes, but certainly it won't be the last time Ronja wants to talk about it. Especially if you will be in this core work, she supposes we will bump on each other a lot." She suggested, then frowned slightly, turning to look at the cores, and then at the very few prototypes of bodies they would soon be working on.

"Ronja wonders as well... If we, in this game in our avatars, are just like cores too. If things are reversed, and our consciousness is that palpable... Would we be able to transfer it to a 'body' out there?" Ronja remained pensive, with her mind pricking a thought on her body, filled with flaws. Locking herself from the freedom everyone else had.

Half opening her mouth to continue, Ronja halted herself, briefly shaking her head. "Sorry, Ronja is overthinking." She said, with her gaze dropping for a moment. "But if you need Ronja's help on this research, do tell. She'd love to give assistance, and to learn a bit more too." She hummed, turning to take the cores, and start organizing them... But not before casting a glance at Luthien, and adding-

"You should've worried about yourself too."

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Ronja gives an attentive thought to Valen's theories, considers the possibility of reversing the UI-Lock, makes analogies between the cores and magia bodies with the consciousness of UI-Locked and real life vessels. Then, she offers her assistance if the man ever needs, giving a small scold on Luthien an then returning to organize the cores.

 

Fiora Di Angelo

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Location: Finweald
Prompt: For a Better Tomorrow
Narrator Tag: No.


There's little ways to describe Finweald on a positive note. Astorean government has always been a rotten husk, and now the city reflected it's true colours to the outside world. Nothing but sadness and broken dreams were left on the streets. A part of herself was lost in these alleys and tight corridors.

But she couldn't lament herself for having bled when others were bleeding just as hard as she did. All that energy had to be put to good work, and that's the only reason why she went through the carcass of a capital, her white linen shirt's sleeves rolled up and her hands tightly grasping the two-wheeled cart to pull the materials they needed to get down to business.

"I'll leave the talking to you. You gonna be coming around Finweald a lot, so it would be smart to get a good impression with them." She said, glancing over her shoulder towards her lover with a little smile that tried it's best for the sake of remaining positive, despite how little she enjoyed the scenery, or the city as a whole in the first place. Fiora finally stopped the cart and sighed, dusting her hands a little as she watched over the orphanage. The foundations were strong at least, but there was so much fixing to be done. One could practically see through the walls, since some of them had holes the size of a giant's fist.

"You are also super cute. That usually helps with first impressions." She added, patting over the bandage she wore to make sure it was still on place. Better be safe than sorry, least a kid gets to see a missing eye and runs away thinking she's a cyclops or something. "I'll start unpacking. Go get em, Diplomat~" She said, encouraging her to cross the doors of the orphanage in question with a kiss on the cheek to send her off and reinforce Ronja's confidence, guessing it wouldn't be easy to face the Landers in there on her own.

Past these doors, a woman awaited behind a desk, having received a letter from the pair, despite not knowing who they were exactly, only that they were here to support the orphanage with repairs and charity.

"...Welcome." The lady wearing a brown dress with a few wears and tears that had been patched up on a once prestine dress said. An elf wearing her hair on a front braid. Her voice quiet, raspy to a certain extent.


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Fiora and @Ronja Bubblyfoot travel to an Orphanage in Finweald to support them with materials and charity. They plan to help rebuild what's left of the building and make sure to check on it's stability.

Roll Result
1d100 (51) 10 = 61

Fiora Di Angelo | For a Better Tomorrow | 1815

 
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For a better tomorrow
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Nothing from the old man.

_____Morpheus could tell the kids did not exactly 'like' the game he was trying to set up, and he felt a bit bad they did not get to enjoy the full glory of it without music and did not feel to keen singing his old shanties to fill that gap. Scratching the back of his head as he tried to think of games he overheard his great great great grandkids liked to play when the power was out seeing as he could not MAKE complex things with his magic. Pulling his beard some as he came up with an idea and just had to test the waters.

"How about a game of Hero training? What is that, well I'm glad you asked..."


_____Morpheus inhaled before doing a sumo stomp against the ground, Platforms of light raising a few kids just a bit off the ground and then proceeded to do the same to his other side as he created a obstacle Corse with divine magic, making sure to set a layer on the ground to ease any falls as he moved to the center where a few platforms could reach him as he stood at attention. When in doubt, go with boot camp he never forgot those days.~

"You think ya got what it takes to be the next hero? Lets see you finish the course from start to finish and try to take me off this platform to win."


_____Morpheus gave a playful rawr at the end to get the kids riled up and began to try and playfully keep them from reaching the end. Every so often a small burst of divine magic would push the over confident kids down or the Corse would shift. Some and by that a lot did manage to get to him but a playful wrestle before he would gentle toss them to the safety net so they could try again as he laughed albeit trying to sound evil but mostly just came out a coughed laugh.

"You gonna have to try harder then that new heroes, This world will need you to be stronger then us, can you carry the torch!"


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Morpheus enjoying the chance to be great great great grandpa to some kids. (4-G returns!)

Roll Result
1d100 (75) = 75
For a better tomorrow | Morpheus | another 40gp.


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Mystia

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AP: 1/3 (1 AP spent)
Location: MIT Headquarters
Prompt: "Overseer"
Narrator Tag: @Pandora*


Running down the hallway, the small fae did her best to avoid all the people rushing from one place to another in the chaos of restoring Astorea and the local areas to their former glory. While the girl was not there to witness what had happened with her own eyes, she heard plenty from those that did, and she was here now. Though it seemed that her ability to help was somewhat limited as well. Being one of the sophomore researchers, she wasn't exactly allowed to be part of anything important, and manual repairs were best left to someone with actual experience in that area... or real physical strength to lift anything even remotely heavy.

"Overseer Nim! I'm here with a report about the repair efforts-!"


Holding a bunch of papers in her hands and then a small metallic tube containing even more with her mechanical tail, the girl finally found the person she was looking for, the famous, or perhaps somewhat infamous, green-haired MIT living calculator.

"Here to report that all repairs have been completed to a reasonable level. The public areas, student areas, and open laboratories have all become operational again thanks to the effort of everyone involved!"


Which she wasn't, at least not directly. But after handing all of the documents over, her job was effectively finished. Still... while logic dictated that she leave her superior alone so she could do her job effectively, emotions flared up a bit.

"Um... excuse my rudeness, overseer... I am well aware that as a sophomore researcher, I still have much to prove. I haven't even been part of the recent events to gather any data or samples, but... well, I actually have a lot of experience with research! So I was hoping that I would be allowed to be part of something... a bit more important?"


Was there even any point in explaining that said experience came from real life, outside of this game? She wasn't even sure if Nim was a Lander or not, and whether she would understand as a result. But Mystia just couldn't help herself.

"I did survey the battlefield a bit and met a faerin boy who told me about an effort to build new magia bodies for personality cores found after the battle. I do have at least some experience with building magitech autonomous constructs."


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Mystia approached Nim with reports about how the rebuilding is going before asking if she could be allowed to be part of a more important research.

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N/a

 

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AP: 0/3 (3 AP spent)
Location: Surrounding Area, Astorea
Prompt: Seeker of Lost Arcadia
Narrator Tag: @Skyswimsky*
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For a while now, Bluebird had spent her time in game with others, surrounded by the mutter and murmur of Landers. Today, Bluebird was alone with her thoughts, sitting in the sturdy branches of a tree that rose above the others.

The clouds on the horizon brought the promise of rain. After months of snow, Bluebird welcomed the change.

There were no words to the song she let whistle through her lips. It held no feelings but her own. So much had happened in what felt like so little time. Arcia was a victim to the march of time and society, just like her own world. It was almost too fast, in a way entirely unlike the hustle of 'reality'.

The world couldn't always be the pursuit of goals. Sometimes living was effort enough.

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Bluebird is just hanging out in the trees, singing to herself.

 

Hanno Futaba

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Location: Astorea
Prompt: For a Better Tomorrow
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"Thank you again, Hanno." They smiled, resting the gold on their chest, and letting out a sigh. "I must say, so many good souls have been helping... Despite everything, I'm certain everything will go back to normal... Or at least, everyone will be together soon."


The faerin couldn't help but feel uncertain if everyone would truly come together anytime soon. But for a long term goal, he was determined for it to be the case. "It is in the hardest moments where we find out the true face of people... And well... I'm honestly relieved that we have so many good faces around." Hanno responded, then raising a small goodbye wave, this one time deciding to not stay around for too long.



As Hanno travelled out of the orphanage's outskirts, his shield rumbled, wiggling on his back with her wide surface. "Grrrrhmm..." It tugged the faerin slightly as he blinked. "Huh..? What's up, buddy?" Before an answer came from the shield, a voice that ringed a very vague familiarity reached his ears.

"Mister Futaba!"



'Mister Futaba?' Hanno frowned, and his mind twitched at the way he had been called. It has been years since someone has called him like that in Terrasphere. Of course, it didn't help that four of these years he wasn't even around, but... It almost felt like an echo from the past, so at first, he paid no mind to it.

"Gggrrrhhhhhhhmmmm..."

Hanno frowned, turning around. "What's wrong, Ghast?!" He asked, a bit agitated this time, only for his eyes to spot a young faerin coming from the orphanage, that rapidly tried to reach him.

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The young faerin girl approached, skipping a couple faulty cobblestones. Just in the way she moved it was clear that she was a peppy adventurous type-- Perhaps too peppy, considering she almost stumbled on Hanno, being forced to brake her advance abruptly, flailing her arms to regain balance while wobbling, going back and forth twice before finally halting onto place, letting a sigh of relief escape from her lips.

Hanno, that was with his arms ready to hold her if she hadn't recovered her balance, finally relaxed when he noticed she was standing normally once again.

"Hey?" He chuckled, a bit confused while raising an eyebrow.

"Mister Futaba! A-Ah! You are Mister Futaba, aren't you? I'm sure you are, you haven't changed a thing!" The young faerin said, with a hopeful smile, that was so bright that could only be rival by the sparkles in her eyes.


"Haven't changed a thing..." Hanno muttered, looking at the girl for a moment. "I mean, I am Hanno Futaba, yeah, have we met- Woah?!" He blinked surprised, being suddenly glomped by the girl

"AAAH! IT IS REALLY YOU!"



The young faerin nearly tackled the faerin knight, and he struggled to keep his balance at first, eventually hugging back and patting her back a couple times. "Y-Yeah? It is really me, yeah." He couldn't get any more confused, taking a deep breath and looking at her, puzzled and rubbing his forehead as she finally released him from the embrace.

"I'm glad you are so glad to see me, buddy, but sorry... I think my memory is failing me... I'm not sure who are you..." He squinted, rubbing his chin. Ghast rumbled on his back once again, with a tentacle poking out of its side and slamming against his face- "Ow-! What?!" He scowled, holding the tentacle and squirming to remove it, with a sonorous 'plop-!' coming out when he finally freed his cheek.

"I can't believe you don't remember me, Mister Futaba. Even your Shield does." She huffed, crossing her arms and looking at him a couple times, with the confused expression never leaving his face. "You... You really don't remember..?" Her shoulders dropped, with her finger scratching her rosy cheeks, embarrassed that she was jumping at and hugging someone that didn't even remembered her.


Hanno offered an awkward smile. "Sorry buddy, I really don't..."

"You don't even remember fighting slavers that had invaded a faerin village once?" She questioned, trying to toss him a reminder.


Crossing his arms, his eyes aimed for the skies, pleading for Rhiannon for an answer... But soon a dot connected to another, with one last gaze on the vivid green hair of the girl finally sparkling his memories. "Wait, Liri?! Is that you-" He stared at her, surprised to say the least, then smiling fondly. "You've grown so much... I couldn't even recognize you."

"Is that so? Well, not that much, I'm still not as tall as you, Mister Futaba." Liri giggled, half covering her lips and then looking up at his eyes, defiantly. "I will get there though." Her gaze fell slightly. "It has been so long. I thought I would never see you again. Actually, I thought you were gone"


A pang of guilt struck Hanno's chest when Liri's expressions showed dejection, but he didn't allow it to get into his head, and he quickly intervened. "I was gone, actually... In a different way." He said, peeking at a nearby bench. "Here. If you have some time, why don't we catch up for a bit?" Hanno suggested.

Liri beamed at the idea, clasping her hands and perking her pointy ears up. "Sure, I still have about an hour before having to help in the kitchen!"




For almost an hour, the two faerins spent their time speaking about the past four years. Liri explained how she eventually was transferred to her current orphanage after the events of Dragonfall, and how while she has never been adopted due to her faerin nature, she considered her caretakers and her friends as part of her family, and now she even helped on it by her own initiative.

At some point, she inquired Hanno about Daedalus, Rumblehide and Manya, in which he was obligated to reveal their true nature, and how they never really returned to Arcia, as far as he knew.

"I see. So you were... Are Travelers? No wonder you all could use amazing powers and magic and make it look so easy." She said, caressing Ghast's tentacle, that was laying on her lap.


"Yeah, we are. Sorry I've never told you. At the time I didn't really think it was important." Hanno shrugged, letting out a sigh. "If I knew we would disappear for about... Four years... I would've told you so you wouldn't be that worried."

"I would've been worried anyway." Liri frowned, giving another gentle pat on the tentacle of the shield, before nudging it away so she could stand, stretching her arms.


Ghast retracted her tentacles back into the main frame of her 'shield' body, and Hanno similarly stood, tugging the shield to let it hang on his back. "I figured, but still..." He sighed. "Sorry for letting you worry. It was great to hear from you again though, buddy." Hanno smiled.

Even if in the end, he and the others couldn't save Liri's family, she didn't let it bring her down. The faerin girl had grown into a courageous and kindhearted lady.

"Yeah! But well, now that you know where my 'home' is, you should totally visit." Liri leaned in, with an excited expression. "I will introduce you to my friends. I've heard from the caretaker that you've been visiting every week. But only at the times I was busy with something else." She pouted. "I will be paying more attention now though!"


Her insistence made it hard to say no, and Hanno didn't make much effort on it anyway. "Hah. Alright buddy, alright. I just hope your friends will like me. I don't think they are really in a talking mood, which is understandable." He shrugged.

"They are just shy. You shouldn't worry too much." She said, albeit sounding a bit unsure about her own affirmation. Of course, there was far more into it than just shyness, but it was a barrier she was determined to break. "Just come, okay? And bring Miss Shield too." Liri grinned, waving a small goodbye at Hanno, and at Ghast as well.


Hanno returned the goodbye with a hand wave of his own, along with Ghast, that poked a tentacle out and wiggled it in a 'shaking' gesture, watching the faerin girl dart off back to the orphanage, making Hanno let out a sigh and relax for a moment.

"God... How time passes." Hanno muttered, shielding his eyes from the sun, that was at its peak for the day, before stepping away, hoping he would return to the Lions Headquarters in time for lunch.

Rolls


Expertise Check
1d100 (61) + 15 = 76
GP Check | Hanno Futaba | For a Better Tomorrow

Hanno donates more gold to the Lions for Cubs, and as he left the place, he was interjected and called by Liri, a faerin girl he and others had rescued from slavers in the past (TS1 private thread). After a catch up, Liri promised him to introduce him to her friends, and asked for him to continue to visit them.

Hanno and Ghast reunited with Liri.

 
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Hylia: Dissonance Extermination Squad
D.E.S Astorea Branch: Melodious Excitement | @Seigi Ling Ling

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With Sieig taking her hand Hylia gripped it tightly before lessening some. She swayed her mic tipped staff in a rhythm.

"Yeyep! No one ever complains about a Soul Rebalancing being a bad experience! I'm sure that since you aren't going all tentacly and talking funny you'll turn out great!"


Precise? Oh, that was something she did when she performed! Precision was important but.. explaining things? Not so easy to do which is why she didn't. Although she did love to tell people things! They just had to keep with her beat!

"Dissonance...is badder than bad. It's baaaaad. You fought Titanius, right? It was eating all the mana right up, and corrupting everything in its path! No matter how many times Lady Saya poked it. It just came back like a bad rerun at the viewing center! The soul had no fate it just was... When people get infected um... See, they slowly start to lose connection with fate., More and more until they have none. It's pretty scary since if you lose fate you can't have a karmic cycle and if you can't have a karmic cycle, your soul eventually will just die. Shudder or you just end up a monster like what we fight all the time. It's hard on its own just trying to find the best fatelines for a good life and that's where the G.O.F. and Des come in. The Oracles too although... we sorta lost one hehe. I don't really understand it myself. It's just what it is. Dissonance is disharmony and thankfully I can handle that!"


The Harmonizer began to hum a Song.


"She of three bless this traveler that fought hard against an ancient evil. May this hymn I hum from the era of Tria's divine spear. Quell the turbulent soul within and...um... "


Something seemed to bother her but she shook her head and continued. Now the tune became one with her voice without the hum.

"♫ I am the Harmonizer. The one who continues ancient songs. Let my fate spilt and help guide this one. Fates be blessed. ♫"


Finishing, Seigi would likely feel nothing. The dissonance within her however may have felt a few things. Those things even it had forgotten. Although tired and rather comfy from the experience Nanami would be far from gone from this.

"Seigi, um can I ask you something? Are you really a Starcalled? You die and come back again and again, right? You aren't undead or something are you? You're human?"


Hylia shook her head and released Seigi.

"Hey Hylia! How long are you going to spend with that one woman?! We need you over here!"

A dull floating sphere hovered unfilled. Looks like it was Hylia's turn to add some energy for the future facility here.

"*Ahem* Yepyepyep! I'm comingggg tooo you!! Gimme just a second please! Thank you, thank you!"


Hylia gave a smile and an Idol salute that may have given the woman a bit of deja vu. The D.E.S. was the lander's equivalent of magical girls after all. On top of that was Hylia's idol status further bringing similarities to certain things other Starcalled might do with similar interests or personalities.

"My power is something I gave something for. My fate is completely aligned with Lady Weiss and Tria's will. Giving up other fates is always worth it though! I'm a lucky ducky too!. Becoming a Star Chosen can give you Tria's gift through Lady Weiss. It's just that it's not very easy to do hehe! I'm a fluke who probably doesn't deserve it. So don't use me as an example! That's a whole other thing though so maybe I'll tell you next time okay? I kinda have to go hehe! ♫ Be blessed Seigi ♫!"


<Your dissonance penalties were removed for the remainder of the event . This scene is concluded.>

 
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Location: Camp Hope IV+
Prompt: Camp EX+ Champion Edition Redux
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Her steps quietly make their way through the dirt marked paths found within the camp, the boots treading lightly to avoid disrupting the place anymore than it already is… or bring unwanted attention to herself.

She can hear the voices of others as they work on the restoration efforts of the camp, the figures milling together for a well earned respite as the scent of a recently cooked meal still drifts in the air. The familiar blue roof of a tent stands out to her the most, and she can’t help the bittersweet smile that crossed her lips upon remembering the portly woman who’d shoved her right into the breakfast station with swift instructions. I hope she’s well...

Some of the faces seem familiar if she squints hard enough, features she remembers glancing at many months ago when chance and a whim had led her to this place, and a small part of her is tempted to drift closer when a voice that might belong to Chef Olga rings through the air… before the sound of an angered voice snaps her back to reality, and her steps angle further away from the mess area and towards the outskirts.

Aimless steps guide her to a sight she hadn’t expected, before the sunlight filtering inside an abandoned tent through the various holes in its high ceiling draws her eyes in. "Whoa, is this…?" She can’t help but cross its threshold, crimson eyes carefully looking over the spots where each one of them had stood as they circled a backpack with a large bloodied mark upon it.

A shiver runs along her spine and it causes the ranger to finally make herself scarce just as the wailing cries of that ghost echo in her memories once more, unwilling to find out by her lonesome if that spirit still lingers at the edges of this camp. This time a different entrance is used as Lúthien does her best to avoid any large gatherings, before a flash of pink halts the elf in her tracks.

It’s gone as quick as it came and her hands reach upwards to rub her eyes, wondering if perhaps she’s only seeing things, before her fingers dance through the air as the girl interacts with her UI. Two taps and a swipe lead her towards her contact list, finally noticing the lack of gray on a Storyteller’s name, and her brows furrow thoughtfully as her mind wanders what are the chances that her friend might be here today as well.

The choice is made long before she’s even aware of it as her steps carry her in the direction of a tent that once served as the main hub for communications and coordinating efforts to retrieve a missing king. The fresh footprints close to the entrance are impossible to miss, causing the elf to withdraw her hand away from the flaps before a voice hesitantly calls out to the one she thinks might be inside.

"... Rael?"


❰ Rolls & Summary ❱

❰ Lore Gremlin Check ❱
1d100 ❰ Lore Seeker ❱ Advantage (94, 59) = 94
Camp EX | Luthien


Lúthien has finally gathered the courage to come visit a camp that holds far too many memories within itself, and while reminiscing on some of them thinks she might've caught a glimpse of @Rael.

 

Ronja Bubblyfoot

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Location: Finweald
Prompt: For a Better Tomorrow
Narrator Tag: n/a



Ronja peered over Fiora, giving a small sheepish nod and bracing herself for what would possibly be a tough spot to be in. The few landers that remained in Finweald may have been understanding at the matter that the magia were under control during Szofrit's attack- But the wounds were too deep for them to simply ignore, which meant some reactions weren't exactly the best they could muster.

As they neared the place, Ronja looked over her lover, with a small smile tugging on her lips as the compliment landed, along with an encouragement and a kiss that tried to push her to solve this issue.

It certainly wouldn't be an easy problem to solve... But if anything...

"At least buildings Ronja can rebuild." Ronja said. "Lives... Not so much." She looked at Fiora, speaking a bit quietly before slipping a sigh. "Ronja will do her best though." She said, firmly to both Fiora and herself, before taking the initiative to speak with the one lady that was awaiting for them.

Her expressions and her overrall look prickled a guilt on Ronja, especially the gaze that shifted on the elf's expressions when noticing the magia outlook she had, that Ronja didn't quite put any effort to hide, not when the intention was to show that a magia was trying to fix what had occurred.

"Ronja will be helping on rebuilding the orphanage, if that's alright." Ronja said, with her eyes clicking twice. "Fiora is preparing the donations she and Ronja had brought... But for now, care to show Ronja the most concerning areas? The plan is to fix every spot we can, but Ronja must first see the spots of high necessity, so we won't have any accidents during the renovation." She explained to the elf, that would take a moment to digest not only the offer as a whole, but the fact a magia was requesting it.

Hesitation lingered for a moment, but eventually, the elf gave in, allowing Ronja to enter, but only when a group was nearby to keep their eyes on her.

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Expertise Check
1d100 (79) + 5 = 84
GP Check | Ronja Bubblyfoot | For a Better Tomorrow

Ronja Bubblyfoot and @Fiora Di Angelo travels to the Orphanage, with intentions of donating gold and to make renovations and repairments on the building, hoping to recreate the safe space for the children. On top of that, Ronja didn't hide her true identity, which created a mild hesitation, yet hopefully it would help to improve the innocent magia trust in the long term.

 

Ueno Mizuki

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Prompt:
Rebuild Stronger
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A startled squeak signalled the end of the hunt as Mizuki dove on top of a rat that had been trying to escape her, clawed hands wrapping around the beast's small frame. It wriggled and tried to bite her fingers, but a threatening snarl from the luna wolf froze it in fear, giving Mizuki the opportunity to stand up and dust herself off with one hand, the other keeping a firm grip on the vermin.

So how many of these have you seen so far?


This question was asked to a female worker who was running after her, only now coming to a halt as she planted her hands on her knees and exhaled heavily. Chasing a caenis on the hunt wasn't something your average elf was suited for, even a short hunt like this one.

Haah... I-I didn't keep count, but there's a lot of them. But it's not just them: there's also termites in our stockpiles!


Reconstruction was a large undertaking, and there were many potential issues that had to be taken into account. The problem that Mizuki had stumbled upon was a rather annoying one: various types of vermin were getting in the way.

Rats were eating food supplies and acting as disease vectors. Insects were gnawing away at building materials. The workers did their best, but with so many people having left Finweald rather than trying to repair it, and with so much of the city having been destroyed, there was only so much they could do... especially since it wasn't entirely impossible that someone was intentionally exaggerating the issue.

There were powerful factions which would benefit from Astorea's decline, Falderen's aristocracy being the primary suspect.

Mizuki frowned as the rat in her grasp feebly tried to escape, only for its attempts to be answered with a squeeze that made its bones grind together. The rats were annoying, but the termites were a serious issue: getting rid of them would be an entire project in itself, as well as protecting the supplies from future infestations.

And I'm guessing you don't have enough acid or poison for them?


The worker shook her head, eyes fixed on the struggling rat even as she answered Mizuki's question.

We've got some of course, but we didn't expect anything like this. There's alchemists making more, but since everyone is so busy we don't know if they can make enough.


There was a brief silence as the two of them looked at the rat, which was trying to simultaneously escape without angering its captor. After several seconds Mizuki nodded, having come to a conclusion.

I'm no alchemist, but I might be able to help. For now, just use whatever you've got to keep the supplies safe.


Grabbing the rat's head with her other hand she gave it a sharp twist, snapping its neck and killing it instantly. The elf jumped at the sudden act, now looking at Mizuki with wide eyes as the wildling continued.

It might take a couple of days before I'm back, but I'll try to hurry.


The worker's reply was delayed, a brief pause preceding a quick nod before the elf turned around and headed back to join her colleagues. Mizuki briefly watched her walk away, then walked in the opposite direction, away from the city and towards the plains beyond. Her steps were accompanied by a crunching, although the attentive listener would note that the crunching sound didn't actually match her gait, but rather the chewing motions of her jaw.

Arcia was a strange place. Very similar to Earth in some ways, completely alien in other ways. Whether that was because of magic or something else Mizuki didn't know, but what she did know was that Arcia's ecosystems were the same as those she was familiar with. Predators and prey kept each other in check, which meant that if there was an overabundance of prey you needed more predators.

She'd been running across the plains for four days now, only stopping to tend to her biological needs and to log out when she needed to sleep and work. Alongside her ran her packmates, their strong limbs allowing them to keep pace even as the luna wolf raced across the landscape at a speed that a human on Earth would have collapsed within hours. It was a good reminder that what could be considered an average performance in this world would be either amazing or superhuman in the other.

One could be forgiven for thinking that Astorea was small, but if you wanted to find something within its grassy plains and you didn't know exactly where it was you'd have to be willing to dedicate a lot of time to it. Occasionally she'd come across a small village or hamlet where she could ask if the inhabitants knew anything about what she was looking for, but as she moved further and further south it became clear that the creatures she was tracking down either didn't exist in this world, were different enough that her description didn't ring any bells, or stayed away from inhabited areas.

The sun was quickly falling towards the horizon, promising the end of another day. Mizuki wouldn't have minded continuing throughout the night... but she had to keep in mind her other responsibilities.

Sometimes the fact that she also existed on Earth frustrated her to no end. Never enough that she actually considered doing something about it, but she couldn't deny that a part of her found the idea of remaining on Terrasphere more appealing than returning to Earth every night.

In front of the wolf pack a forest loomed, tall trees replacing the wild grass that they'd been pushing aside with their paws as they ran and ran, endlessly traversing the land like nomads. It was hardly the first forest they'd encountered, and just like the last couple of days, Mizuki considered a forest a good place to halt for the night. The trees provided both shelter and a good environment for her packmates to hunt in.

Still, there was something unusual about this forest... Mizuki didn't stop, but she did slow down as she entered the forest, cautiously swivelling her ears and sniffing the air as the three of them entered the shadows cast by the tall trees. There was an abundance of different smells here, more than she was used to. Scents she was familiar with, scents she didn't recognise. Plants and animals, flora and fauna... perhaps this was where she could find what she was looking for?

Coming to a halt her packmates looked at her as Mizuki considered her options. After a minute of thought she shrugged. If this meant that she'd be a bit drowsy tomorrow, so be it.

Here in the forest it was already practically night, the trees blocking out the sun to the extent that the wolves would have trouble navigating if it wasn't for their night vision. A particular scent caught Mizuki's attention, her paws moving once again as she now moved with purpose. Seeing that their leader had a target in mind the wolves stalked after her, the three of them soundlessly moving between the trees, their eyes sharp and their ears alert as they tried to perceive without being perceived.

A short burst of her Primal Aura told her packmates that Mizuki wanted them to remain where they were for now, the two wolves obediently slowing down while the lune wolf stalked further, her ears picking up the rustling of fur against branches and leafs alongside that peculiar scent she'd been following. She was very close now, and with every step she had to consider not only the undergrowth but also whether she'd suddenly be seen by her... well, prey was inaccurate. Target was more like it.

Peeking out from behind a tree she finally spotted what she'd been searching for: a beast covered in long and dense hair, with a bushy tail almost as long as its body and a face like a tapered tube. Its clawed front paws were pressed against the trunk of another tree where it had torn away the bark, several tentacular tongues slipping out of its mouth to slither between the cracks and catch the numerous insects that were trying to escape deeper inside of the tree. Its fur, brown with dark green stripes, blended in almost perfectly with its surroundings: if it wasn't for Mizuki's night vision she would probably have overlooked it.

The scent she'd been tracking was now accompanied by something acrid. Her nose wrinkled even as she slowly let her energy seep into the tree she was hiding behind, down into its roots to be transferred to the roots of the tree the creature was leaning against. The beast was blissfully ignorant of the caenis that was watching it, devouring insects by the dozens each time its tongues shot out of its tube face. So ignorant was it that by the time it realised it wasn't alone its hind legs had already been trapped, strong roots wrapped around them to hold them in place.

Before the beast could start panicking Mizuki stepped forward, her Primal Aura bearing down upon the beast with the clear message to remain calm and not try anything funny. Mizuki had no intention to harm it, so it had no reason to act out. Once she was close enough that she could touch the beast Mizuki released the roots. The beast pulled its tongues in, then turned around to look at Mizuki, a last insect still sticking to its black lips before it sucked it in.

Reaching out Mizuki scratched the beast behind one ear, then moved her paw-like hand down its neck and back, feeling its rough dense fur against her own. The beast, in response, sniffed her face and stuck out its tongues to drag them across her cheek, the luna wolf blinking at the odd sensation. The four tongues were very thin, but also absurdly long and prehensile: they really felt more like tentacles than tongues. She returned the gesture by licking the beast's nose, her tail wagging behind her as it seemed she'd successfully convinced the beast to consider her a friend.

Now... how many of you are in this forest?


The workers were doing everything they could, but the termite plague was wreaking havoc on their wood supplies. The Lions helped wherever they could, but the MIT, the Whistles, and the Adventurers all had their own priorities, leaving the diminished population of Finweald to fend for themselves as their attempts at reconstruction were waylaid. The builders weren't going to use wood that had already been infested, and the alchemists which weren't preoccupied with other tasks couldn't produce enough pesticide.

The elf who had talked with Mizuki a week ago was seated on top of a rock near the edge of the city, hoping that the sight of the pleasant plains that surrounded the city could help brighten her dour mood. Which meant that she was the first to spot Mizuki in the distance, the luna wolf running towards the city with her two packmates... and a small horde of beasts she'd never seen before plodding along behind the three wolves, making her stare with an open mouth.

She'd regained her composure by the time Mizuki had closed the distance, standing up and scratching her head as she tried to figure out what was going on. The wildling pushed herself back onto her hind paws before nodding at her in greeting, her two wolves sitting down next to her while the strange beasts all came to a halt as well, some of them laying down while others began to dig up the ground with their clawed front paws.

I see you brought... friends?


Mizuki nodded again, glancing back at her entourage before telling one of them to come forward with her Primal Aura. The beast in question quickly did as it was told, Mizuki's two wolves making way so the beast could move in front of the luna wolf and reach up to try and lick her face with... four tongues? The elf wasn't sure what to make of this, especially now that she saw that these creatures were bigger than they looked: their short limbs and hair bodies made them look short, but even discounting that large tail this thing was easily one and a half times her length, possibly more.

It took a bit longer than I'd hoped, but these guys should be able to help. (She scratched the beast behind the ears.) Their diet consists almost solely of insects, and as you can probably guess they eat a lot of them. With this many we should be able to clean all your stockpiles within a day or two, and after that I'll leave a couple here while I bring the rest back to their home.


And they're... safe? Those claws look like they could hurt a lot.


They wouldn't be able to eat anything bigger than a finch even if they wanted to. I've already taught them to behave, so as long as they're fed and treated well they're safer than cats. (She knelt down and lifted one of the beast's paws, showing the claws.) These are only for digging up insects. Oh, but you should warn people to not agitate them: they can produce a nasty gas. Not poisonous, but it smells truly awful. They use it both to chase off predators and to incapacitate insect nests.


As Mizuki spoke it became clear that she was telling the truth: both the beast in front of the caenis and the ones that were still milling about behind her seemed to have little to no interest in the elf. The one in front also showed no sign of stress or anxiety: the thing calmly went along with Mizuki's instructions, returning to its kin once the luna wolf stood up and dismissed it.

...They look like they're easy to handle. We'll have to talk to the foreman about this. If they can really help deal with the termites we can finally continue our work.


Got it. Once we're done with that I'll get to work finding out whether this outbreak of termites was an accident or instigated.


...I'm sorry? Instigated?


I have some suspicions.


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Mizuki went out and found Arcian giant anteaters to help deal with an outbreak of termites that was threatening to destroy the supplies needed for reconstruction.


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1d100 (100) + 25 + 25 = 300 (Critical Success!)
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Surrounding Area: Greed of the Pauper | @Fiora Di Angelo

The redhead watched and her mouth slowly opened before snapping shut at Fiora's UI navigation. A money bag then appeared and that brought a smil-

Awww dang it!

"...Five hundred and I'll give you more if I like what I hear."


The look of disappointment was plastered all over her freckled face. It left as she changed toa likely faux confidence and nabbed up the money.

"You're shrewd but I'm telling you it was a good deal! Hmph!!"

She had closed her eyes making that statement only to slightly open one seeing Fiora's face up close and the more hostile subtilty to her advance.

"I'm all ears."



"Queen G. That little shrimp! That's who's in charge of those guys. She's a wanted criminal in Tertoria. She got claws into all the merchant lords there and tried to take over. Removed the Oracle from power... but she got wrecked after a while. I guess no one told her the Gardibrook Merchantile has responsibilities beyond just money. They didn't want to get the Acolytes pissed. So she only got so far before getting ousted."


Looking a little more at the money she now held. She continued.

"I wanted to open a shop and become a merchant myself. I think I've got what it takes! But she didn't like it and... and she killed my parents for not giving tribute. Yeah, fate saved the day but now I'd rather get back at these things than go back to Gardibrook. Who knows... maybe she's still there lurking. No one ever sees her anymore. I doubt all those lords are happy with the filler leader, no Oracle AND the loss of all that sweet FAKE gold."

She shrugged and gestured at her armor.

"This armor is just fake as they are. But everyone chases their gold... it isn't normal. I'm not scared of you or your weird eyeball by the way... I spent time on the streets. I've seen it all. I promised my gang I'd open a shop in the wealthy end of Gardibrook and I will!"

<@Fiora Di Angelo Regardless you have made some progress in learning more so take a bonus mod the next time you roll this prompt! +50>





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MIT Headquarters: "Overseer" | @Mystia


"Overseer Nim! I'm here with a report about the repair efforts-!"


Sigh, not one minute has passed since she returned to her duties and here was another ruckus. The life of a researcher was not what most thought...

"Nin. ..and please try to keep your volume at a minimum."


The easily tired and headache-induced woman listened as the faerin went on. Checking her notes to be sure that they matched up with the report. It all looked to be green. She also found the sophomore's name: Mystia. Then came the request.

"Hmmm... I see. That is an accurate evaluation. I spent 74 days, 15 hours, and 11 minutes creating the Mecha Goose That construct took a great deal of materials time, and effort. It is outdated technology compared to a Magia body. However, it shows the combination of many variables is multiplying our technical capabilities in a short time. The days of tinkering of years prior are now akin to a dark age."


Nin adjusted her glasses as she thought about something. The same thing she was reminded of in Marigold's rant.

Why do you have to be so damn boring and logical sister?!

Nin continued.

"Creating a body or anything like those magias for holding life is still beyond us. In many ways, seen as taboo by magia hating Falderens or the worshipers of the gods of death, Urukhan, and Synra. Magia also have been shown to affect the mana of the land they exist in. All of this creates a moral dilemma of whether it is acceptable to play God. I will put in word that you would like to help. However, the Headmaster is the one who calculates your result. Sigh, I mean to say it is ultimately up to him."


 
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Lions and Tigers!
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When Sarina finally called an end to the training session Vina let out a sigh, sweat on her brow as she took a step back and lowered her hands. The gusts of wind she'd been throwing around dispersed by themselves now that the playful vixen was no longer guiding the airflows, brief chaos preceding calm as the training grounds were no longer assaulted by tempestuous gales. For her part the training had been quite straining, so she hardly minded the completion.

That was a lot of fun, but I'm beat as well~


She smiled at Sarina as the knight complimented her efforts, the songstress interweaving her fingers and lifting her hands above her head as she stretched.

Thanks Sarina~ If you want to train your Pyromancy sometime let me know: I might be able to use my Aeromancy to help~


While Sarina addressed the others who were part of the training Vina placed a hand on her chest and regulated her breathing, opening her eyes once the staff wielder pointed out that Hanno was no longer present. The druid looked around as well, blinking at the realisation that the shield bearer had indeed left them at some point.

Don't worry, Hanno wouldn't do something like that~ I'll have to track him down after and make sure he isn't overworking himself though~


For the most part it looked like they'd gotten through the training without anyone receiving serious injuries. Exhaustion was the main price they paid for all the effort they'd put in, and unfortunately fatigue was harder to dispel than cuts and bruises. Still, gathering her breath Vina released a final spell across the battlefield, a refreshing breeze that alleviated any soreness and tiredness that any of the trainees might feel. It wouldn't last forever, but it would give them time to enjoy the rest of the day before it was time to turn in for the night.

Walking over towards @Schilva Flasch she smiled at him, patting him on the shoulder.

Sorry if we made you think we were doing something indecent here Schilva~ I admire your willingness to punish bad guys though~


Next her attention went towards @Harper, the vixen approaching the tigress with a spring in her step that belied her fatigue, until she came to a halt in front of the judoka and leaned forward.

And I'm sorry if I ended up getting in the way of your training Harper. Next time I promise I'll do as I'm told~


Stepping away from the both of them she turned around to face them, raising a hand to wave them goodbye along with a smirk and a wink.

I hope to see the two of you again soon, but for now I've been making a friend of mine wait~!


With those words she swivelled on one foot, tail and hair swirling around her as she focused on @Fina Drago, who had been watching the training without joining in. The vixen quickly closed the distance towards her beloved friend, wasting no time in wrapping the arms master in a friendly hug, only Vina's lack of weight preventing her enthusiastic greeting from knocking the felis over.

Hey there Fina~! I would've come over sooner, but as you probably saw I was a bit busy~


Sitting down next to Fina Vina curled her tail around the feline's waist, letting the tip rest on her friend's lap as she leaned against her silver-maned companion. Now that the sun was setting there weren't as many people present in the training grounds either, giving the two of them a bit more privacy. Still, lingering here after the training had come to an end didn't seem like the best way to spend their time either.

Shall we go to a tavern and get something to eat~?


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Vina finished the training and said her goodbyes to the other trainees.


Mastery Check
1d100 (79) + 25 = 104
Aeromancy | Vina Skysong | Lions and Tigers! | 1815

 
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"So your goal was to apply to my good nature to get me to pay for your dinner after training hard for a whole day and going hungry, huh?" Fina's joke-y reply was a tiny bit dry, given how exasperating today felt despite nothing happening, but it was still evident that it was not meant seriously. And, in all honesty, a nice dinner did not sound like the worst thing at the moment.

As soon as she was free of Vina's tail, the feline would get up and stretch up a fair bit. "Alright, let's go then." And while it did look like she was taking the lead, she didn't actually know of any local taverns. She was no lion, so the whole area was rather unfamiliar to her.

Either way, there was something she noticed along the way—people gathering money for some kind of charity. That made sense; they did just go through a horrible disaster. Charitable activities were always most present in such instances. And while the girl was hardly someone who could be considered rich, she did have some gold to spare. Shrugging to herself, she quickly hopped to the side where they had a bowl for gold coins.

After tossing some in, she took her place back by Vina's side again. "Sorry about that, we can continue."

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On a way to a tavern, Fina donates some gold to the charity.

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1d100 (51) 10 = 61
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Vina gave @Fina Drago an innocent smile as the felis jokingly accused her of trying to be a mooch. The vixen quickly played along, resting her head on her friend's shoulder.

Oh, no, I was just hoping to spend some more time with my beloved friend Fina, who's so generous and bighearted~


A quick chuckle made it clear that she was joking as well, pulling her tail back so her friend could stand up. Quickly following suit she'd hum happily as she joined Fina, the two of them moving to leave the Hall of Heroes when something caught her friend's attention. Vina followed Fina's gaze towards a spot where people where gathering money for a good cause.

Oh, Sarina told me about this~ Thanks for reminding me Fina~


While she was genuinely grateful she did become a bit more sombre as she approached the donation bowl. Opening her inventory she dropped as much gold into the bowl as she thought it could reasonably hold, then rejoined Fina and grabbed her friend by the hand.

I'll have to make some more money so I can donate more~ (She shook her head.) ...A lot of people passed away when we assaulted Vintergard, so they're collecting money for the orphans.


Even the most optimistic of people couldn't just ignore the price people paid in the wake of such tragedies. The songstress squeezed the arms master's hand, both to give and receive some comfort. She looked up at the skies for a moment, then took a deep breath and smiled again.

We can't undo what happened, but we can do our best to help make things better again~ But everybody needs time to themselves, so food comes first~


Being much more familiar with the layout of Finweald (due to spending a lot of time there) Vina would lead the way to a tavern close to the Lion headquarters. Naturally, that also meant that many Lions would gather there at the end of the day, so as the two of them entered the building they'd see a lot of blue cloaks, both at the bar and at the tables. Some of them would recognise Vina, the squire waving at them before heading over to one of the few tables where the two of them could still have some privacy.

This place used to be called The Drunken Goat, but ever since the Hall of Heroes was built it has been renamed to The Lion's Watering Hole~


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Joining Fina, Vina donates for the charity event before leading her friend towards a tavern which is frequented by Lions.


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1d100 (89) 10 = 99
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Besides, it is better if they do not remember a name and remember something helped them; the stories tend to go further when there is no name."


Hinata smiled and rubbed her chin for a moment as she replied.

"Yet another good quality from this stranger. The power of names and words goes further than one could ever imagine. ...*chuckle*"


A soft chuckle as she lightly gestured to the distant land across the Naryu Canyon.

"Especially in Tertoria where there are astramancers seemingly around every corner seeking to know every fate you could ever have. Hold on to that virtue for as long as you are able sir. Trust like that should be earned. "


"H-Hello!"


The dark-haired girl with green highlights waved, but almost dropped her bag. She wrapped her hands back around it. She came off as incredibly awkward even at such a distance.

"That's my companion. I'm teaching her things while working part-time as the temporary governor. She's shy. I have decided to enroll her for a semester or two at the Academy to help with that. Ah, look at me?! Blabbing to this man as if he were my father!"


She waved at him as she turned and made her way back to the soldiers and her mount.

"Thank you for your efforts. I wanted to ensure the bridge was clear for the day and it seems to be for now. I must try and see if I can get this dear girl to ever be able to cross without her knees buckling *chuckle*. Have a good evening ....perhaps taking a break from this world and resting after such a hard day's work would do you good, Starcalled."


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Fineweald: MIT Headquarters @Luthien @Ronja Bubblyfoot


"Landers..." Valen echoed the single word the two girls mentioned, drawing out his notepad and writing down more nonsense. "Numerous unknown variables and theories exist, but the truth remains constant. We will uncover it, one step at a time." He addressed Ronja moreso than Luthien, having momentarily silenced the latter with the subtle wake-up call. "Maintaining an open mind is crucial. I'll remember your enthusiasm and expertise. In fact, there's a task..." Valen paused, the pen beneath his lips as he displayed more emotion than usual, as little as that was worth.

"Perilous field research. Combatting Dissonance. I assumed the newer generation of Starcalled weren't as suicidal, but... yes. Further tests and data compilation are necessary for their safety and..." He halted mid-sentence, glancing back at the first batch of Magia Cores awaiting distribution. "Our conversation has been enlightening... I must excuse myself. Though I'm certain our paths will cross again." With those words, Valen offered the two Starcalled a bow before departing.

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UNLOCK: There will be bonus intel available in a future battle scenario



Nora the Explorer Adventurer's Guild


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Bluebird was at peace. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the leaves whispered gently. A fresh breeze of absolute tranquility. A welcome contrast to the bloodshed and horrors of the days past. Yet, peace was elusive, and today would prove no exception... or would it?

At first, she may have not even noticed as the sky above her grew darker. The sun obscured by the shadow of a formidable creature. Was it a mythical dragon? An eldritch horror? An ancient abomination? A colossal avian? A new world boss entity? Its bloodthirsty battle cry heralding its descent.

SQUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWKKK!!!!!


Yeah, it was just a bird. Not gargantuan at all. It descended further down towards the treetops, giving its once daunting form the more realistic shape of a gull-like being.

SQUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWKKK!!!!!


With the illusion of apocalyptic terror now dissipated, its war cry transformed into a dulcet lullaby, melding seamlessly with Bluebird's own melody. Indeed, it made a flawless landing atop the diminutive avian's head.

It repeated. With the illusion of apocalyptic terror now gone, its war cry transformed into a sweet lullaby, melding seamlessly with Bluebird's own song. Obviously. Indeed, it made a flawless landing atop the blue bird's head. It sat down. Satisfied.

SQUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWKKK!!!!!


It called out for a third time, and this time it was met with a response. "E.P.!!!" A voice that rivaled the elegancy of the bird called not from above, but below. "...Oh!" Swiftly noticing @Bluebird presence among the branches and foliage. "E.P., how many times must I remind you: The heads of others aren't yours to claim! That is my job. If you wish to establish a nest, you must first seek permission... or wait." Clearing her throat, she sighed.

"Right..." Before realizing that she had, in fact, not introduced herself. "Please excuse my companion. I believe we haven't met. No... we certainly haven't." Clearing her throat once more, the petite golden-haired girl stepped back. Striking a pose as her very surroundings seemed to bend to her will. Putting on spotlight and sparkles. "I. Am. Nora! Perhaps you've heard of me? Genius explorer, supreme archeologist, innovative inventor, occasional hero, seeker of lost knowledge, AND over thir-.... NOT a kid!" She was indeed quite small. She then gestured toward the bird.

"And this is my lifelong and loyal companion, E.P. Say hello E.P.!"

SQUAAAAAAAAAWWWWKKK!!!!!


"He's a very sensible parrot, BUT! It seems he has taken a liking to you."
Giving Blue Bird a nod of approval. "I ship it." Before continuing. "And who might you be?" Despite the myriad of titles Nora had listed, the manner in which she carried herself, and countless thingamajigs adorning her small frame somehow gave her an aura of true gravitas! Fancy words.

Maybe, just maybe, Bluebird felt like she was in the presence of a REAL celebrity! ... That she had never heard of before.
 
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Rebuild Stronger
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He cracked his back as he looked at the mess in front of him; when a war was fought on your soil, it changed things; hell, it made sure that you would never forget the cost of it. Be that a good or bad thing, time would tell, but that wasn't his problem. His problem was that there needed to be more homes for the people coming to live there; he was a carpenter out of this game. He understood the best way to do things with wood. So it was better for him to get to work before wasting more time. He turned his eyes to one of the larger trees on the city's edge and thought these would work well. They had enough weight on them and age that he could make the sizeable cut that, along with the fact that he could work them over into strong timber, was another benefit. They would be the support structure for buildings and need as much as possible. So he went to work.

Taking his time as he looked over the trees, he was looking for trunks that were mostly straight enough and wide that working them down wouldn't be a problem. If they were too small, he would have cut down a tree for no reason, and if they were too big, it would take him time, and more importantly, he would need a team to move them into the city. The good thing about being able to have an understanding of the natural world, coupled with the fact that you have senses better than most, as you were able to find something that you needed in the wild easier—tapping the bark of the tree as he went to get his tools. They were cheap, something made of cast iron. He had better stuff in his shop, but he didn't need better for this; he was sure that he would be able to get each cant around the same width and length, and that was all that mattered. Grabbing his axe as he started to work on the truck of the tree, sinking that iron into the wood over and over again, each time striking the same place to his axe dug deeper. Again those hyper senses were something that came in handy; it allowed him to do things like this, to make sure that every time he stuck something, it was in the right place. And maybe someone with more skill in slashing weapons would have been able to cut the entire tree down in one perfect strike, but he was not that person. However, with one final slash, he was able to bring the tree down now came the hard part of working it into the timber.


Rolls


Working on making timber for the rebuilding of the city


Mastery Check
1d100 (26) + 25 = 51
Hyper Sense | Aalam Abungu | Thread Code

 

Rael

❮ Lore Seeker ❯
E
Messages
275
Gold
0
Mastery
0
Valor
10
Event
0
Special
0
OOC
Harmonia
Independent Agent
Storyteller, Scribe & Record Keeper for hire.


AP: 2/3
-1AP
Location:
Camp Hope IV+​
Prompt:
Camp EX+ Champion Edition Redux​
Narrator Tag:
N/A.​



Inside, the former communications hub's actual condition is much more apparent than on the outside. Abandoned in favor of tasks more presently urgent, or rather because it had been deemed unimportant enough to allow for their already scarce workforce to dedicate themselves to. No one needed to carry messages in and out if already the majority of the remaining populace were in one single place.

Half-collapsed, the tent merely holds itself together by virtue of collapsed furniture stacked together towards the back, daylight filtering in through the myriad of holes and tearings on the roof. Documents scorched, torn, made illegible by the weather's effects, are all scattered about. Still, they collect them, while taking stock of what is needed by comparing it to a picture drawn from memory within the elf's grimoire.

Summoner and summoned being engage in quiet conversation with one another, acute senses able to pick up on the cues mostly relating to a linear set of things to do before they are to leave this place. The name of a familiar blonde faerin falls occasionally from the pink elf's lips, and always silence follows from her escort, who shifts her attention elsewhere.

The call that comes from the outside world is a surprising one, and so, the two of them turn to receive their "guest". All it takes is for the light to reflect off of those golden locks for her to know who she is.

"Luthien, hello..."

And like that, a pointed pause follows. As if she's been caught in the midst of performing an embarrassing task, but her hands remain clean, the Storyteller looking as composed as ever. If such were the circumstances, then why, oh why does the light in her eyes seem to have dimmed with unspoken emotion?

The Warrior, recognizing the Ranger as an acquaintance of his Master's, presses a stack of papers to his chest and bows his head to the blonde in silent greeting, returning to his work.

Rael hums in thought as her fingers drum against the wooden remnants of what once was a cabinet, all of the documents once held inside scattered about. Her eyes meet Luth's but for a second, averting her gaze from the elf like a reflex, like one does when she knows not what to say, or if she should say anything to begin with.

"I didn't know you were around here, or else I would've joined you. Ah... Do you require assistance, by any chance?"


Rolls


— Action: Rael & Luthien reunite inside the tent which previously served as the Communications Hub for the Camp, making themselves useful by fixing it up and talking through some more complicated matters.​

Roll Result
1d100 (79) = 79
Rael | Camp EX | 1815

Roll Result
1d100 (34) = 34
Rael | Camp EX | 1815 | Adv. Roll

 
Messages
65
Gold
0
Mastery
0
Valor
0
Event
0
Special
0
OOC
Ezzy
Somewhere in Finweald
AP:: 0/3
-3 Morpheus
7 free actions from Darknesss (594 count)
Location:
Hall of heroes
Prompt:
For a better tomorrow
Narrator Tag:
Nothing from the old man.

_____Morpheus should have gone a little easier on the kids, but they had been having fun with him going almost all out on them to keep his spot held and so he chose to keep at it until they started to look dialed down. Staggering more then he should each time to help boost them for a final rush as a few of the kids worked together to tackle him and send him down to the divine magic net and they all cheered as he tried not to show shock on his face.

"Ah, the new heroes have managed to defeat the old guard, bravo."


_____Morpheus would laugh alongside the kids as some tried to help him back to his feet, one rushing over to get his cane for him that he had all but forgot about and tried to carefully take it from the child to avoid the blade getting drawn with how they held it to him. Cracking his back a bit as a kid or two mimiced him and laughed some more forcing the old soul to hold back a lecture as he waved his farewells and went to go deal with other things he could help with having tired out the kids some.

Rolls

Morpheus enjoying the chance to be great great great grandpa to some kids. (4-G returns!)

Roll Result
1d100 (88) = 88
For a better tomorrow | Morpheus | 1815


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Fiora Di Angelo

❮ Raging Flame ❯
E
NG+
Messages
916
Gold
4,640
Mastery
4,015
Valor
18
Event
0
Special
0
Dez


AP:: 2/3. 1 AP spent
Location: Tertoria
Prompt: Lander Exodus
Narrator Tag: No.


It might have been the fact she offered her swordarm for free what helped the group to accept her company. Though 'accept' was still a strong word, but the alcohol and a peaceful night by the fire was all it took for them to warm up to her.

But the lack of sleep was getting through her this time and she could do little but to excuse herself. Her eye felt heavy, but the burning sensation behind it and the empty eyesocket had precedents, and one thing would lead to the other. But just for now she picked a cozy tree to lay against. Speaking of tree-hugging antics reminded her of the one presence from them who seemingly couldn't tolerate her existence alone.

Something was off with the supposed magi who accompanied these landers. The blonde elf evoked particulary unpleasant memories with how similar she was to Luthien. Could her inner-turmoil have caught up to the seer, or was this all just a coincidence..?

Fiora's eye opened, only to lock itself on the intruding presence, and to her surprise, the elf was staring at her in the eye, and nothing pleasant seemed to come out of her expression or the determination behind her approach, with the staff working as a walking stick for the blonde.


"Fiora was it? Forgive me, but may I ask you one question?" Straightforward, but wary all the same. Somehow simply speaking with her was painful enough to warrant being this direct.



"Alright..? Go ahead." Fiora perked her brows up, curiosity ignited the brain engine again. The name 'Maya' almost rang true on her ear now that she recalled what she could.



"You don't look malnourished, let alone short in coin with what you carry, and I doubt food is the reason when you didn't even finish your plate this evening..." Maya let these words hang, as to gauge her reaction.


But if she expected to get an answer without a question, she was dead-wrong, but both of them knew what she meant with that. Fiora felt thankful that the question came while the rest were out of reach to listen, despite having the sensation there were more than a few eyes on them by now.

"Nothing. Not all Travelers are thirsty for Gold, glory or power. I guess you could say that, at best, I get people to drink with and do some sightseeing while at it."



"Not all Travelers have this much hate in their hearts either. Any Yladian could guess that, not many the reason behind it, though." Words sharper than any blade, her frown dropping into a pitiful look rather than a wrathful one.



"..."



"In the end, fighting back or not, your kind eventually become beasts of rage and fire. But based on your reaction, you probably didn't hear this before. The most superstitious say It's a bad omen to speak to a Raging Flame." Her voice choked for a moment. Her throat had dryed out for a second, as if a heatwave had suddently sealed it shut.



"I see," Fiora figured this had to be some kind of trick. Perhaps some effect from fighting back against Dissonant entities, but that didn't felt right. It didn't feel like it's M.O in the first place. But to know there's others like her, and that this was completely unrelated... "You asked what you wanted, now move along. It's too late to be talking about bad omens and what not when we are all sleep-deprived. No need to tempt the nightmares out with these." Her eye closed off, seeking to doze off on her spot. But shooing away the girl felt far more important, given how she reacted to her presence alone...



"I wish you luck. Maybe someone in this accursed land can help you. Astorea certainly lacks the expertise, just like I do-- I'm sorry." Her bleeding heart couldn't stop feeling bad for this stranger. Even when unwarranted hatred carried through the air towards her. Maya bowed her head, walking off the moment her heart felt too heavy to keep this conversation going, as the mere energy radiating made her stomach twist.



"Don't be."



Her voice but a mumble, as Fiora retired herself to the pool of thoughts that swarmed her mind just then, and what little she could make-do with what she was told. It almost sounded like common knowledge, and it would explain some of the nasty glares and fearful eyes she's gotten at unexpected times.

Rolls


Summary: Fiora tagged along a group of Landers coming from Astorea that sought out Tertoria for refuge. In the middle of the night while everyone party'd, the seer of the group approached to ask her a few questions before bidding farewell.

Roll Result
1d3 (1) = 1

Fiora Di Angelo | Lander Exodus | 1815

 
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