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

[Lucille Fer]

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AP: 1/3 (2 AP spent)
Location: Embertorch
Prompt: Daredevil
Narrator Tag: @Pandora*

"Well, I didn't."

The wolf answered rather dryly on the subject of experiencing the thrill of the battle against Szofrit and her mechanical children. The fact that she managed to miss such a large-scale battle against such powerful foes really did peeve the girl to no end, and it being pointed out didn't help, either.

"And I sure as hell ain't blind! What I'm looking for is real darkness! Domination! Tsk, when I heard 'Death Seeker', it was supposed to be someone powerful, seeking the death of their enemies, not their own!"

Folding her arms at her chest, Lucille rather childishly turned away from the green-haired whistle woman.

"I'm not interested in a suicidal maniac who wants the thrill of near-death experiences on a constant basis, I want power, dammit!"

How was she supposed to stop losing to everyone and everything if she could not find the true darkness to teach her how to devour her opponents whole?

"If you can't or refuse to tell me anything about that... then I guess you can just go and whistle at the workers instead."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❰ Actions ❱
Lucille offers Rattah an explanation of what 'darkness' she seeks.

Rolls

N/a

 

[Hanno Futaba]

AP: 2/3 (1 AP spent)
Location: Astorea
Prompt: For a Better Tomorrow
Narrator Tag: n/a

"I am really glad you really visited us again, but I didn't expect you to help us in the kitchen, Mister Futaba." Liri chirped, peeling a potato.

"A chef of all things not helping on a kitchen would be a dishonor." Hanno huffed, a bit proudly and peeking at the young faerin. "By the way, I know it is kinda late to say that. But you don't need to call me Mister Futaba. It is too formal." He argued.

"Huh? Not Mister Futaba..? I see... Let's see then... How about... Uncle Futaba?" She rose a finger, with an unreadable smile on her lips, that made it hard to figure out if she was joking or being plain serious.

"H... Hey now, uncle is a bit.. I'm not that old." His ears dropped slightly, with an awkward eyebrow twitch showing his discontent to the title he had just received. "Just Hanno is fine." He handwaved, tossing a bit more of fuel to the furnace's fire, making its flames rage a bit more.

"Eek!" Liri squeaked "I-Is that really safe, Mister Fu... ahem, Hanno?" , looking at the fire escaping from the furnace with all rage it had.

"Heh- Just you watch~" He winked, holding the bulky pot and getting ready to heat things up-

---

"GIMME, GIMME, NOMNOMNOMNOMNOM~"

"I don't think I will get used to your Shield looking like that." A small sweat ran down her forehead, and it wasn't out of exertion or heat from the furnace.

"Ahahahahahaha!" Hanno laughed heartily, offering a reassuring smile. "Yeah, no. You won't. Never. It is impossible to get used to this." He admitted, then looking at the small faerin. "So Ghast, how does it taste?"

"DELISHNOMNOM MOAR~ NOM~"

"I think this is a 'good'." Hanno nodded.

"Definitely!" She giggled, still a bit puzzled about Ghast, but glad for the approval regardless. "This means we are ready to go!"

"Yeah, I'm sure they will like it." Hanno grinned, turning to look at Liri with a small shrug. "And if they don't, just put the blame on me."

---

The eyes of the kids sparkled seeing what it almost looked like a feast before their eyes. In such hard times, a sight like that was as rare as diamonds, so they didn't waste a second to dig into the food. Some ate a bit too eagerly, others took their time to appreciate it, but the general response was joy and an eventual compliment.

"The dinner is so good today!"

"Your cooking is getting even better, sis!"

"Can I have seconds?"

Liri giggled, with cheeks growing red both of embarrassment and a hint of envy. "I'm glad you liked it, but it wasn't just me who cooked this time, I had the help of someone."

"... Hmm? Was it the Lion that comes every week?" The caretaker asked, also seeming to appreciate the taste of the food.

With a firm nod, Liri clasped her hands. "Exactly! It was Hanno!" She answered excitedly. "He also taught me a few things. I will be trying it during the week. Let's see if I can cook the next dinners just as tasty as this one."

Surprised by the reveal, some kids chattered, some excited about the food, some curious about who this 'lion' was (and taking a bit too literally, thinking it was an actual lion)... But there was also a pensive expression among them.

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (61) + 20 = 81
GP Check | Hanno Futaba | For a Better Tomorrow

Hanno and Liri cooked dinner together for the kiddos, along with a bit of catch up. The kiddos love it, but the surprise was that it wasn't their 'big sis' that cooked it all by herself this time.

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

AP:: 0/3 2AP spent,
Location: High March
Prompt: Greed of the Pauper
Narrator Tag: @Pandora*

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

A rised brow coloured her skeptical on that. It only took her sword to go through that helmet's neckline afterall. And If armor or clothing for that matter helped against these soldiers's supposed Midas Touch, then they wouldn't be so dangerous as this chick portrayed them.

It was when something actually useful came out of her mouth that Fiora felt compelled to listen, and the longer it went, the more she realized none of this was in Endra's Favor's jurisdiction, and that it wasn't an isolated case she could just get done in a single day.

"So what you saying is: We are dealing with a criminal mastermind who now's got a bunch of mind controlled citizens and soldiers that can turn people into fake gold." No wonder they got that far through Gardibrook if they have this much power. "A 'maybe' doesn't help much. But let's say I believe you that this Queen G is the culprit and she can do all that by herself..." Fiora paused, her left hand closing into a fist as the redhead had seen her do before to pull open her ui and navigate through her inventory.

"And since you are a gal who spent time on the streets..."

Another bag of a similar size broke through the fabrics of reality just like the last, held on her left hand as if they were scales and the money weighed equal.

"You probably know the right place or person in Gardibrook to start asking questions about this criminal. Minus the obvious that is following the snake tail of brainwashed people." She dropped the second purse on top of the first, her free hand reaching out to her left eye before pulling it out with a claw grip. "You are right though, It's just a fake eye. No need to be scared." But that presence of earlier didn't leave whatsoever once their gazes locked again.

"Let's keep the chit chat short though, unless you feel like tagging along and get to the bottom of this, merchant girl. Doubt we'll go anywhere without asking a few questions to these knights, too." Her hand flickered, darting through her UI faster than earlier as she actually put some effort into the task and, from her inventory, pulling forth something other than gold to take a grasp on and rest against the floor: A Two-handed, Flanged Mace, wielded with one arm alone.

And it's clear what the 'questions' would be: a huge chunk of metal to the face.

Rolls

Summary: Fiora inquired further about 'Queen G' and gave a little 'bonus' to the redhead if she could give her better pointers to find out more about this person, before offering her to tag along and have some muscle to clear out these soldiers.

Roll Result
1d100 (76) 50 + 15 = 141

Fiora Di Angelo | Greed of the Pauper | 1815

 

[Hanno Futaba]

AP: 1/3 (1 AP spent)
Location: Astorea
Prompt: For a Better Tomorrow
Narrator Tag: n/a

"So it will take a time before you come back again?" They asked.

"Well, yeah. I need to solve other stuff as well, and these ones... They may take a while." Hanno said, adjusting his shield on his back, almost like a nervous fidget.

"Liri will miss you, you know." The Caretaker pointed out, with a faint smile.

"Y-Yeah..." Hanno said, scratching his nape. He knew it would come to this, but he couldn't really ignore other important things. "I can't really bring her with me either."

"If it is to do typical Lions dangerous work, so she can become a squire if she wants. I'd prefer if you waited a year or so. I would rather not get jailed for being irresponsive." The Caretaker pointed out, with a faint smile.

"That wouldn't be ideal, that's for sure." Hanno shrugged with a chuckle. "I will say a hi to her, but I promise I will continue to come back."

---

Liri tugged Hanno's wrist, urging him to follow "No opening eyes, no cheating, just come! You can't either, Shield!"

Ghast rumbled, remaining mostly still in mundane shape.

"My eyes are closed!" Hanno insisted.

"Really? I didn't notice it." She stuck a tongue out, jestful.

"Hey." He frowned.

Eventually they paused, and Liri let go of his wrist so she could skip and stay in front of him, fidgeting for a moment. A whispering or another could be barely heard, with a scolding 'shh' making the faerin knight raise his eyebrow.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now." Liri said.

Hanno slipped a chuckle, mostly at the quiet chaos that was probably happening in front of him. As he opened his eyes, the outsdoor table, a long one enough to fit a whole Lions squad, was filled with all sorts of breakfast meals... And honestly, most of them with a really bad presentation. Eggs scrambled in confusing ways, ham with unsteady cuts, breads that were overly toasted, sandwiches with exaggerated fillings, chaotic shaped pastries and cookies...

It looked confusing at first, but when he noticed the kiddos around the table, some with hands covered with jelly, others with flour on their sleeves, and all of them wearing worn out aprons, it was impossible to not put pieces together.

"You..." Hanno muttered, awestruck.

An excited giggle escaped her lips, and she leaned in. "Heeey, Arcia to Hanno, can you hear me?" Liri joked, using a Starcalled jest.

When she had his attention again, she gestured to the table. "They insisted me to teach them how to cook, after the last time you visited us." She said. "And they wanted to give you a surprise." Liri smiled.

"Will you have a breakfast with us? I know you will be busy, so... You know." Her smile faintened.

His eyes trailed to Liri, then back at the kiddos, with smiles covering their faces. Weeks ago, there was only fear and sadness in their eyes, but perhaps... Perhaps not everything was lost.

"Uncle Hanno, we made this jelly ourselves!" A little girl chirped, along with two other friends, all of then having their aprons covered with purple stains.

"Cookies are hard to bake, and they make look weird... But it is tasty, I promise!" A boy said, a bit more concerned, with another vouching for it wirh an eager nod.

"Our sandwiches are the best, Uncle Hanno! Try ours first!" A group of rowdy kids barged in, raising the platter of sandwiches.

"Behave." An older boy said, and the rowdy kiddos calmed down for a moment, along with all the chattering. He then turned to look at the faerin, with the skeptical expression on his face being far gone by now. "We also made some juice, and it is too much for all of us... So... Yeah." He averted his eyes. "Have a breakfast with us."

Hanno continued to look at them in silence, with emotions swirling in his mind. Guilty for not being strong enough to save their families. Uncertainty for helping to spare the thing that causes so much suffering, even if probably out of her control. But also happy for the smiles they finally wore on their faces. And hope for the kindness they had of accepting another, even if they were scared at first.

A small chuckle escaped his lips, with tears being held back at first. "I mean, I... I can't just say no to food." His smile quivered. It has been a while since he had breakfasts for a reason aside of just filling his stomach. He supposed these kids and Mia were changing that now.

"But I can't eat this all by myself either, so... Ghast, let's have a breakfast. Our friends made a really nice table for all of us!"

For a moment, the shield rumbled, poking the attention of the kiddos, and making Liri sweat a bit, half opening her mouth to protest, but-

"KU KU KU KU KU-" Tentacles and eyes grew on the shield, that began towering over all of the children, that screamed and stumbled on each other while trying to run.

"GHAST!" Hanno opened his eyes widely, not expecting her to appear like that instead of in hee fake faerin shape.

"For Rhiannon..." Liri sighed.

---

After gathering the scared kids again, and properly introducing the strange shield, they had their breakfast peacefully.

Some even started playing with the funny looking shield, tossing food at her and poking her tentacles, playing around with her and treating the Shield mostly as a very exotic pet. Ghast sure didn't mind it.

Still, Hanno kept an watch over it, sitting lazily on the grass with his belly stuffed, next to Liri that also seemed full, but not to an exaggerated side.

"... Say, this uncle thing is your fault, isn't it?" Hanno asked.

Liri's ears perked up, and she averted her gaze for a moment, whistling.

...

"Maybe..?"

Her whistling and feigned innocence were soon interrupted by a hair ruffling, along with a chuckle and a shrug. "It is fine." Hanno said, crossing his arms. "Thank you for that. I think I needed it." He admitted.

She adjusted her hair back, giggling faintly. "It was their idea, not mine..." Liri admitted.

"You will really be gone for a bit?" She asked, hugging her knees.

Hanno nodded. "Yeah. I need to focus on trying to help people to keep things together. The world is a mess right now." That was the truth.

"I will be back in a month though. And I plan to keep visiting any time I come to Finweald." Hanno reassured.

"You better do, or else, I will hunt you down." Liri threatened.

"Not the first, not the last. But at least it isn't to kill me, I guess." He chuckled.

Liri chuckled at first, then showing a glare that nearly yelled 'worse than death', sending a shudder through Hanno spine before allowing herself to fall flat on the grass, breathing a sigh.

Hanno grinned, then turning to look at the kiddos having fun with Ghast, laughing and smiling as any child should.

The tomorrow wasn't looking that bad, after all. And he needed to keep fighting for it.

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (72) + 20 = 92
GP Check | Hanno Futaba | For a Better Tomorrow

Hanno is parting for a month to help on keeping everything in Astorea under control. Liri and the kids then prepare a surprise breakfast for him, finally breaking the barrier between them.

 

[Luthien]

  Explorers League  

AP: 2/3, 1 AP spent
Location: Camp Hope IV+

Prompt: Camp EX+ Champion Edition Redux
Narrator Tag: N/A

She can’t help but notice the changes that a lack of care and time have produced onto this tent, the fabric all worn and dirty—and that’s in the best case scenario. The sounds of footsteps and shuffling papers can be heard from within, so there’s no doubt that others are inside, but she waits until the familiar voice of the Storyteller calls out in response to part the flaps aside and enter.

"Hey…"

A light smile tugs at her lips, but it’s as awkward as the pointed pause that follows between the two dreamwalkers. Instead her gaze shifts towards the Warrior, a soft nod given in return to the faerin’s bow before watching as he returns to the tasks at hand. The floor is still littered with documents and forgotten supplies, and these soon become a perfect excuse as the ranger kneels down to grasp a few papers and writing utensils that have seen better days from around her feet.

"You’d think they would’ve come back for all of these," Her gaze sweeps over some of the papers, but time hasn’t been kind to the information once stored on them—they are ineligible at best, and the few things she can make out don’t seem to be in a language that Lúthien understands. A faint chuckle dies out before it can be born, she can only imagine how upset Meriam would be upon seeing the current state of the communications hub, before her brows furrow and the elf is forced to swallow the feelings that threaten to rise onto the surface.

Her gaze meets that of Rael for a fleeting moment as the blonde straightens out once more, before they dart away a second later as the girl focuses on arranging the various papers in her arms. "I didn't know you were around here, or else I would've joined you.” She can’t help but shake her head softly in response, crimson eyes finally drifting back to look at Rael as she speaks.

"It wasn’t exactly on my plans when I logged on today, but Beleg needed something delivered, and most of the whistles are currently busy with the Embertorch…" Her words trail off before the ranger gives a soft shrug of her shoulders in a very it is what it is that her friend would’ve seen first-hand plenty of times during their time at MetaWorlds.

"Nah, don’t worry ‘bout it, already delivered it a while ago." She’s thankful for Rael’s offer, before her eyes sweep over the inside of the tent once more—there’s certainly plenty left to do here. "... though it looks like you guys could use a hand?"

❰ Rolls & Summary ❱

❰ Lore Gremlin Check ❱
1d100 ❰ Lore Seeker ❱ Advantage (42, 58) = 58
Camp EX | Luthien

It’s amazing to see what the passage of time can do to things, especially when left unkept, and Lúthien offer to help @Rael in the efforts to fix up the Comm Hub for Camp Hope… nothing like keeping oneself busy to avoid complicated matters.

 

[Hanno Futaba]

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

A merchant sighed as he approached with his handcart to one of the many stairs. He braced himself, ready to take it on his arm to carry it upwards, when he was surprised to see a Lion approaching, lowering to take the other hand of the handcart, showing him a smile.

"Heya, buddy. I hope you don't mind a hand?" He grinned.

The merchant looked at the faerin for a moment, averting his gaze as if to look if anyone else was there to help, but it seemed like he was the only option.

A brief nod was given, not really looking like the most grateful of them, but he went on.

Despite the silence, Hanno helped the man upstairs, carrying the back end of the handcart and going through for dozens and dozens of steps, feeling a bit breathless at the end of the journey, wiping a sweat before resting the handcart down.

The merchant also seemed tired, albeit he didn't look in a bad fit as one would expect. "I can carry it through the next stairs by myself. Thank you." He said with an exasperated voice, with the 'grateful' words sounding more like a goodbye than anything else.

"Are you sure you don't need help?" Hanno asked, taking a breath. "It is too much for one person." He argued.

"..." The merchant paused, taking a hold on the handcart while barely turning his face, as if he wanted to look back at the faerin, but stopped midway. "You and your Pride are already helping a lot." He scoffed in sarcasm, dragging the cart. As he approached the stairs, he tried to bring the cart up... And so he did, with each step being tougher than the other, and a scowl growing on his face, especially when the grip of the cart began slipping on his sweaty hands.

Before it slipped completely, however, the weight loosened.

Looking behind his back, he saw the faerin knight again, holding the back of the cart.

"... Why..?"

"Why not?" His head poked out from the side of the cart, looking at the man.

The merchant marched forward, not answering right away, but soon adding- "I know what you are trying to do. I'm not going to be convinced you, or any of those Lions actually care." He frowned. "If only I could leave this place... Damn it. There are no good options, are there?"

Hanno continued to push the cart. "I do care, buddy. But every situation has hard decisions, and I do understand that you won't agree or accept it, and this is fine." He said, finally getting the cart to the end of the stairs, letting out a long sigh. "But y'know, if we stop helping people just because we think they don't care, or because we don't agree with them, we are fated to be doomed." Hanno said.

"At the end of the day, we are all together in this."

The merchant rolled his eyes, tugging his cart. "Whatever. There is no point in arguing anyway. You will never understand."

Hanno looked at the man leaving, letting out another sigh before he recovered his breath, resting a hand on his waist and averting his gaze to other passersby. Even if he and that man couldn't understand each other, at least others could take their own conclusions through what they had witnessed.

Rolls

Hanno helps a merchant to bring his handcart upstairs in Finweald. The merchant doesn't react all well, but the faerin remains firm in his convictions. The merchant itself may have not accepted it, but passersby or people eavesdropping may or may not take their own conclusions out of that interaction.

Expertise Check
2d100 (Advantage) (78, 35) + 25 = 103
Presence | Hanno Futaba | Propagate Support
(Asch told Hanno's Hero Title is guaranteed, so according to Pan, the Advantage Check is fine!)

 

[Luthien]

  Explorers League  

AP: 1/3, 1 AP spent
Location: Ruins of the Embertorch

Prompt: Relight the Torch
Narrator Tag: N/A

"Let me guess… this is what Beleg calls ‘training’, right?" Her voice calls out quietly as the blonde approaches, hoping not to startle the man as he works through a literal mountain of paperwork that surrounds him. A sympathetic smile plays on her lips, before a warm mug is set on the table beside Yugam—its contents dark as steam slowly rises from its surface.

"Black tea and honey," A finger gently taps the rim of the mug before the blonde makes a small cheers motion with her own, the contents identical. "Thought you could use a small break."

A spare space on the table makes for a makeshift seat before the elf raised her mug to her lips for a tentative sip. Still hot, but just barely under the point of scalding her tongue. There's an unexpected spicy edge to the beverage and it earns a raised eyebrow from the blonde as she looks down into her mug—Lúthien hadn’t expected ginger to be mixed in with the leaf sachets recently purchased—but it’s a welcomed surprise as she takes another sip.

Crimson eyes look around the lobby of the Embertorch, once a place furnished mostly for casual gathering and rest, full of whistles now as the area was haphazardly converted into the main hub to coordinate the rebuilding efforts of their HQ… a necessity given that most of the offices had been destroyed along with many other sections of their building.

Her eyes stray back towards the many stacks of papers that clutter the table, before her foot gently nudged his as she sips her drink. "Anything I can help with?"

❰ Rolls & Summary ❱

❰ Expertise Check ❱
1d100 (30) + 45 + 15 = 90
Presence | Luthien | Relight the Torch

Lúthien brings some tea for @Yugam as he’s going over the daunting stack of papers that Beleg has dumped charged him with overseeing as the restoration efforts of the Embertorch continue…

@Pandora* approved leaving Lúthien as a Red Whistle for the bonus, though she already has qualifications for Violet Whistle. :pikalove:

 

[Aalam Abungu]

Working Man
An old duty

AP: 2/3
1 AP spent.
Location:
Finweald
Prompt:
Rebuild Stronger
Narrator Tag:

There was a way to talk to the wood. It was the best way to get the most out of the timber and to understand how to ensure you didn't cut too deep while working. It came with years of work; now, back at his shop, they would have been able to do this as a machine, and each cut would be the right size and width. It was simple when you had machines to do most of the work for you. The first thing he would need to do was mark where he would make his cuts. The tree trunk was a significant thing, and if he was going to be able to work it down into timber, he would need to cut off a lot of wood. The branches needed to be trimmed off, and he would have to judge a point so they could get the most lumber out of the tree. After all, a tree was hard to kill, and he would ensure he got the best use out of it. So he got to work looking over the thing that he just fell and marked three points on its trunk.

The first was the place where he would cut off the top so that he could deal with the branches. That would be either firewood or, depending on the thickness, he could work them into support beams for smaller builds. It would take some time for the capital to build back up into the shining piece of design that it had been before the event, but with this, he could work on providing housing for those that needed it. So that meant he was going to need to turn this tree into lumber to be used, which would take the time that he didn't have. Rolling his shoulders, he looked at the branches marking them in his head so he knew which ones would be good to turn into beams and which ones he could dry out and let them use as firewood. He was looking at about six to seven wood beams, with the rest of them being used as kindling for those around a campfire. If he could get it all in one place, it would be easier for those that needed it. So he went to work, and after marking both sections where he would have to cut the trunk, he grabbed his saw. It was a simple thing; with the amount of construction that was going on in the capital, it had been easy to get something, and now he just needed to put it to work.

Rolls

Working over a large tree and cutting into it to have the best possible lumber.


Mastery Check
1d100 (52) + 25 = 77

Hyper Sense | Aalam Abungu | Thread Code

 

[Avius]

Somewhere in Finweald

100 / 100

2/3 AP reaming
-1 AP Avius

"The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of those depths.

-Elisabeth Kubler, by those words of hers should we not keep peace, should we let ourselves be beaten down or torn apart by the actions of the few? NAY."

_____Avius' voice carried with his Illusion magic over the crowds of people he found himself nearby. He did not exactly enjoy getting into town and THIS being the first thing he encounter but with a quick surveillance he gathered the jest of the situation and figured it better to calm the tension then incite more. Moving to a side area as he would use Divine magic to manifest stairs to allow him to be seen more as he kept speaking.

"Our experiences remind us that it is these darker times that make the peaceful days more vibrant. Now is not the time to point fingers or to seek revenge but to reach out our hands to one other, to rebuild and rekindle the dying flames of others!"

_____Avius waved his hand out as he spoke, divine magic helping up those who had been knocked down, tending the wounds of some to the best the young mage could. Public speaking was sort of his alley so with another waved flourish hand his Illusion magic would roar his following words for more to hear. he had to help drive home the first message, then he could work on some others as his eyes glowed with fire.

"It is the fact of life, We are in a circle of the good, the sad, the bad, and maybe at times what feel like hopelessness. But if you are going through those bad times, those sad or feeling hopeless you need only look forward towards the good that WILL come on the horizon!"

Note: Account is in transition to Avius from Druid, refer to Here for proof.

Play sheet | Apperance​

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (31) + 10 = 41
Presence | Avius | Propagate Support

 

[Aalam Abungu]

Working Man
An old duty

AP: 1/3
1 AP spent.
Location:
Finweald
Prompt:
Rebuild Stronger
Narrator Tag:

Pressing it to the tree's bark, he started to saw into the trunk, one steady stroke after the other allowing the saw to go to its full length before he pulled it back and pushed the sawdust out. It was slow going. He would have to push his mana into every tree he cut down so he didn't end up deforesting the area. That was another problem that would come about if they worked too much of the surrounding trees into timber, they would have little to no forest left, and that was something they still needed. It took him a while to cut through the trunk, that was goal however to pick something big enough that they support beams they made form it would be able to hold up the biggest of structures that, along with the fact he would be able to use the slabs that he cut off the piece in other things. From flooring to panels, it would help, and given that wood was of good quality, he was sure they would be okay with it. It would give them a stockpile of materials to use, and for that, he was glad, but they would still need a lot more stone if he was honest with himself.

But he wasn't geomancy, and there were limits to his power; he could find a quarry and work it cutting blocks from the wall, but someone with the skills would be able to do that faster and cleaner. He worked the saw down into the wood one inch at a time, cutting about halfway before pushing some magic into the ground and making a stand about the right height. While he might be up to regrowing an entire forest, he was willing to make a stand to cut on so that he would be able to ensure that each of those cuts where straight. He kept up the pace until he could cut through the trunk coming through clean on the other side. With one side done, he could get to work on the other, he just needed to keep working on the trunk, and they would be able to turn it into something usable when he delivered the lumber to the capital. Rolling his shoulders as he moved to the other side of the trunk and started to cut into the bark; again, it was going to take time to get down. With each stroke to cut into the wood and then the backstroke pushing the sawdust out, it helped him keep himself in a straight line with his scenes. He just had to keep going and get it done.

Rolls

Working over a large tree and cutting into it to have the best possible lumber.


Mastery Check
1d100 (33) + 25 = 58
Hyper Sense | Aalam Abungu | Thread Code

 

[Avius]

Somewhere in Finweald

100 / 100

1/3 AP reaming
-1 AP Avius 'Propagate Support'

_____Avius would have his divine magic lower him back into the crowd. He was Faerin, unliked by most but his words did seem to carry some weight. It was his kind and maybe the Magia that likely had the most reason to feel down but here he stood, strait as an arrow reaching a hand to anyone who needed it to help them up, to heal their wounds as his Illusion magic carried his words.

"Ask yourselves this, What is really important? Was it the homes you had before, is it the suffering and lose of those you care for? Can you not rebuild the home? Can you not live on for the sake of those you have lost? So dig deeper, what is truly worth the spot of Important in a time like this?"

_____Avius would move through the crowd as they seemed to think it over, tending to their wounds and moving back to the front of the group and getting up on higher ground to be seen again. For lack of better wording he was working the crowd, getting a better read of them and moving to address things with the new information he had obtained.

"What I feel is most important at a time like this is the power to unite and move forward again! So let's build that life we once had back, and build it better. We made our mistakes, we still are here to stand up and learn from them. Will it be rough sure, but that is just how life tends to be!"

_____He watched, a smile as some began to break away from the group of once unease to assist others, watched as more people who heard him but had been unsure what side they wished to take came to listen to someone who had a golden tongue. So he moved to them, tending their wounds, hearing from them and those he passed. Learning what kept them from acting for the better of the region and would compile what he needed for his next moral settle, and inspirational boost.

Note: Account is in transition to Avius from Druid, refer to Here for proof.

Play sheet | Apperance​

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (51) + 10 = 61
Presence | Avius | Propagate Support

Edit note: Forgot to mark down an AP so went back to fix it

 

[Vina Skysong]

AP:: 2/3 (1 AP spent)
Location:
Hall of Heroes
Prompt:
Find the Pride
Narrator Tag:
N/A

As Vina led @Fina Drago into the tavern and towards a free table she also swept her gaze across the common room, azure eyes flickering from one patron to another. Nearly all of them were Lions, and they all wore familiar expressions and used the same body language: tired after a long day of hard work, finally able to relax and unwind a little. They were also almost exclusively Landers: Starcalled would simply log out by this point, unless they were like Vina and Fina, spending time together inside Terrasphere.

I'll go order our meals~ What kind of food do you prefer? (She turned her gaze back towards her feline friend.) I'm guessing... pastries~?

It would have been difficult for her to explain why she thought that, but it suited Fina somehow. Regardless, once Fina had told her what she wanted Vina would head for the counter, planning to quickly order the food and then return to their table so she wouldn't leave the felis waiting.

However, once she reached the counter she'd overhear some of the other patrons talking... or rather, arguing.

Look, I get that we're all tired, but it's not like the problems are just going to go away if we walk away!

So we're doomed to keep cleaning up after those adventurers because nobody else is willing to do it? I know that being a hero requires sacrifice, but there's a limit to how much a man can take!

Things might be rough right now, but that just means now is the time that we should try our hardest. After-

We try our hardest right now, and they'll just dig up another disaster for us to be chained down by. It's not even like they fixed the problem: they just captured the leader and called it a day.

Clearly some of the Lions felt like the Starcalled were more trouble than they were worth. Just because someone hadn't decided to leave Astorea didn't mean that they were happy with the situation: they just had reasons to stay that weighed up against the negatives, and that balance could be quite delicate indeed.

Vina frowned in concern, then headed towards the two arguing Lions. Both of them fell silent as Vina approached, one of them mustering a tired smile while the other just looked at her with some confusion.

Heya~ Sorry for intruding, but if you could hear me out for a moment~? (She continued after the two of them nodded.) It's up to everyone what they want to do going forward, but I do want to say that it's not like every adventurer or Starcalled is causing trouble for us~

...For every person who tries to help there's several who are only making the situation worse. What's your point?

Most of them do want to help, of this I'm sure~ Even now a lot of them are running around trying to deal with the fallout, so it's not like they're leaving it all to us either~ Take my friend Fina for example~!

Turning around she'd wave at Fina, motioning for her friend to meet up with them at the counter. The vixen's tail swished from side to side behind her as she kept talking.

She was out there during the fight against Szofrit, doing everything she could to help as many of us get out of there as possible. If we Lions are being overburdened the answer is to reach out to heroes like her and work together with her~ After all, the most incredible feats are achieved through teamwork~

The two men looked from Vina to Fina, the tired one curious and the sceptical one doubtful.

Rolls

Vina is convincing her fellow Lions that they should put more effort into reaching out and working together with adventurers and Starcalled, instead of trying to do all the hard work themselves and risking burnout.

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Expertise Check
2d100 (Advantage) (43, 59) + 25 = 84
Presence | Vina Skysong | Find the Pride | 1815

 

[Avius]

Somewhere in Finweald

100 / 100

0/3 AP reaming
-1 AP Avius 'Propagate Support'

"We must understand, the first step of Forgiveness does not does not Exonerate the perpetrators. Forgiveness liberates the victims, it is a gift you have to give yourself so you can move forward."

____Avius responded towards those trying to raise tension. There was no point, even Avius could tell trying to make an uproar here would just end badly for everyone it caught within the violent net that was unrest and civil strife. it was THAT reason he was trying to make sure everyone got along as a nation divided could not stand and boy did he want to use some of those quotes but had yet to be given a good chance to use them as he kept easing the air.

"The weak can not forgive, That is something those stronger do. So I ask you, are you weak? Are you so frail and hurt that you feel the need to keep harming both friend and foe by adding more unrest and violence? Have we all not seen enough suffering? Or are you stronger then others? Are you able to forgive them and yourself for what has happen."

_____Avius grinned internally as someone tried to call him out with what he had just said. it was a choice ploy to get someone to contest so he could crush them in a battle of wit and words. Yes, he chose the words partly wrong there, but it still held the same message to others as the Faerin was picked up by his collar and yelled at for calling people out. 'We did all we could, where had you been.' 'They are the ones who made things worse by...' Avius would cut them off.

"Forgive others, not because they Deserve it, but because YOU deserve peace. You call me out for not being here, yes that is true I was lost in the woods until only this morning. Do I get mad nobody came to get me to help? Nay. Do I get mad you bare fangs at me for the sins of my forefathers? Nay. You claim you did all you could, can you say the same thing when you still stand here injured while others lay dead having fought to last moments?"

The man would let Avius go but the Faerin was not yet done dismantling this man with words as he caught his breath and resumed.

"The aftermath of battle is not the time to spark another fight. All sides have suffered, sure some suffered more then others but that is more reason to take this time to mend your wounds. Thank those that tried to assist you, and press forward. if you just kept going into a fight with those you fight along side each time you will be alone with enemies on all sides. Unable to recover."

Note: Account is in transition to Avius from Druid, refer to Here for proof.

Play sheet | Apperance​

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (92) + 10 = 102
Presence | Avius | Propagate Support

 

[Fina Drago]

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AP: 0/3 (1 AP spent)
Location: Hall of Heroes
Prompt: Propagate Support
Narrator Tag: N/a

"Oh, um... sure, yeah. I can eat just about anything, so pastries are fine." She wasn't a particularly picky eater. Though she did have a few things she disliked, she doubted anything of the sort would end up on her plate with the guess Vina had made. As the vixen disappeared, the feline closed her eyes for a bit and let out an exhale. It was almost like she could feel eyes piercing her like daggers... or was that just her imagination?

Well, it didn't exactly take long for Vina to return, but instead of going back to their table, the songstress instead approached a different one and started a chat with the other patrons. Not exactly something Fina had expected... they were here together, so how come she was chatting up some other folk like that? But she didn't have to imagine what it was all about for long, given that she was waved over. Somehow, getting up from the table felt awfully tiring... and her walk over was nothing short of reluctant.

"Huh? Helping? I-uh..." Suddenly feeling the pressure that came with the two sets of eyes and some expectations from Vina's side, the feline completely lost the thread. "I, um... not really..." Ah, now she's done it. Without thinking, she blurted out something that went completely against what Vina was trying to convince those two of. With one arm tightly gripping the other just above the elbow, she couldn't stand to look at them all directly. Not like she was necessarily lying... the only person she actually helped during the whole battle was Chad, one of the lions... and he was nowhere to be seen.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❰ Actions ❱
Called over by Vina, Fina tries to support her cause of rallying up the lions and improving their mood, only to blunder it up as performance anxiety flares up.

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (13) + 0 = 13
Presence | Fina Drago | Propagate Support

 

[Ueno Mizuki]

AP:: 1/3 (1 AP spent)
Location:
Surrounding Area
Prompt:
Lander Exodus
Narrator Tag:
N/A

With so many people leaving Astorea it was inevitable that there would be those who sought to take advantage of the situation. It seemed that even if the world were to end some people would prioritise opportunity over survival.

Granted, the situation wasn't that dire, but Mizuki still had some pretty nasty things to say about bandits who'd target refugees. Right now she was hidden amongst the undergrowth of the forest through which a path had been cleared that connected Astorea to Falderen, her two packmates hidden as well. They'd been here for well over two hours already, waiting patiently, and Mizuki could feel that her packmates were beginning to get reckless. Wolves were patient, but that didn't mean their patience didn't have limits.

However, sometimes a hunt required you to swallow your discomfort. This path may not be the main connection between the two nations, but it was one which would be used by those who simply wanted to get away from the kingdom of catastrophes and didn't care which path they took as long as it got them where they wanted to be.

Unfortunately, this meant that it was also targeted by bandits.

The luna wolf was trying to calculate how many more hours of daylight were left when she heard the sound of large wooden wheels rolling across dirt and pebbles, a rough but muffled sound with the occasional thump as a larger-than-average pebble was surmounted. As she sharpened her ears the sound of hoofbeats also became audible, signalling that people were approaching. Carefully shifting her weight the huntress moved closer towards the road, past a tree so she could look in the direction of Astorea.

Thanks to a curve in the road she couldn't immediately see them, but after a minute they entered her field of view: two males, one human and another felis, walking alongside a small cart stacked with goods, covered with a tarp, and pulled by a stout horse. From the looks of them they were villagers, familiar with the rural landscape but still making haste to try and get through the forest and reach the open fields beyond.

They were still several hundred meters away when they were forced to stop as the road in front of them rose up and was broken apart. From underground several figures appeared, clad in dark clothes and wielding simple but sharp weapons. There was plenty of dirt on them as well, although not as much as one would expect from people who had literally just popped out of the ground.

As the figures circled the two panicked men Mizuki signalled to her packmates that their prey had shown itself. The two wolves quickly became animated once more, flowing between the trees like shadows as they quickly moved towards where the bandits were getting ready to gut and loot their targets.

Mizuki herself didn't bother with the woods: now that the bandits had revealed themselves she jumped onto the road, catching herself with all four limbs and running across the beaten path towards the confrontation. One of the figures saw her ahead of time, raising a hand while mumbling something the huntress's sharp ears could barely pick up. In response to his gesture the ground rose up, forming a wall to halt Mizuki's advance.

Snarling she jumped and dug her claws into the wall, scaling the poorly-made structure as if simply running vertically. Once at the top she launched herself on top of one of the figures, twisting her upper body to avoid his blade before smashing her fist against his skull, ramming the back of his head against the ground with enough force to crack it.

The other bandits quickly reprioritised when one of their own was taken out so quickly, only to find that Mizuki wasn't the only threat. Two of them found themselves tackled by large wolves, throats blossoming red as flesh and skin were torn. Their strangled cries were enough distraction for Mizuki to claim another victim of her own, the figure who'd tried to stop her with earth magic.

Within less than half a minute all the bandits had been taken care of. Neither Mizuki nor her packmates had tried to capture them alive: the wolves had little reason to care, and Mizuki did really dislike how these people would prey upon refugees. It was possible that their acts were motivated by misfortune of their own, but once you chose to become a hunter you also accepted the possibility of becoming the hunted.

I don't think there's any other bandits on this road, but you should still be careful.

These words she spoke even as she tried her best to repair the road. Turning her hands into large, bark-covered claws she pushed the erected dirt wall into the hole in which the bandits had been hiding, smoothing it over even as the two refugees watched. They'd remained close together and kept their distance from Mizuki and her packmates, which had gathered the bodies while their leader did her own thing.

Who are you?

...Just an adventurer keeping the roads safe.

You're one of those Starcalled, aren't you?

Mizuki didn't immediately look at them, instead making sure the road was viable again before stepping to the side. Looking at them she turned her hands back, gesturing for them to resume their journey.

...Yes.

If you guys hadn't made such a mess you wouldn't be needing to keep the roads safe.

Wurad, don't anger her. Let's just go.

The felis looked like he wanted to say more, but at the behest of his companion he just gave Mizuki a dirty look before pulling the horse forward, walking right past her. The human paused for a moment, took a deep breath, then shook his head and followed after, the two refugees quickly growing smaller in the distance once more.

Rolls

Mizuki takes care of some bandits which were trying to prey upon refugees fleeing Astorea.

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Roll Result
1d3 (2) = 2
Ueno Mizuki | Lander Exodus | 1815

 

[Pandora*]

Rettah Dam: Explorers League
Finweald: The Daredevil| @Lucille Fer

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"If you can't or refuse to tell me anything about that... then I guess you can just go and whistle at the workers instead."

Rettah gave the back of her head a hard scratch. An exaggerated expression of thought before shrugging.

"Beats me. I think darkness would just eat you for breakfast frankly. I don't think you'd be able to handle a minute under real pressure, and any kind of power comes with pressure doggy."

The emerald hair was aware of the hostility and dismissiveness in this one.
A real cutey heh.

A dumb one but can't win them all.

"You should be careful what you wish for though. I can't say I understand you and I don't care to. I was born with power, so I don't need darkness. I prefer less predictability."

She patted her own chest. Her eyes seemed to sparkle with the same prismatic light that blended into the magic she used earlier.

"Born unpredictably, die unpredictably. When you have a heart like mine... that's what you need. Power chasing is a damn hamster wheel so enjoy yourself till you get bored and start to get it. If the explorers weren't known for facing death at a high rate. I wouldn't even bother here. Then again, they are pretty pitiful right now eh? So I guess we are both looking for things we just can't have? Boo hoo, bowwow."

<Rettah has left the scene>​

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

"You probably know the right place or person in Gardibrook to start asking questions about this criminal. Minus the obvious that is following the snake tail of brainwashed people."

As moneybags continued to be brought into existence, the young woman's grin came back.. All ye that's the stuff. Making the dough now! That sob story always worked!!

Although... this was pretty similar...

"You must be a Traveler, Starcalled or whatever right? I heard you could just conjure stuff out of nothing. Money too huh? and nah, she isn't completely alone. I think she has lead henchmen. Two of them. They started showing up right before she got kicked out."

"..Let's keep the chit chat short though, unless you feel like tagging along and get to the bottom of this, merchant girl. Doubt we'll go anywhere without asking a few questions to these knights, too."

"Yeah. "

She seemed like maybe she hoped the green-haired warrior wouldn't hear her
She glanced at the mace and looked worried. Taking a step back even. Clanking hard.

"Uh... that's nice! Wait... you going to go fight those guys? I thought I told you it was suicide! You think you can handle them alone... wait you mean with meeee?!"

Then she heard it. The heavy thud behind her. Turning the girl saw it...

"Foolish. We offer you a choice. Offer tribute or we shall give the worth you lack."

The two would now find several Golden Knights around them...

They didn't look ready to answer shit.

Battle Triggered: Gilded Soldier "Sword" x1, Gilded Sorcerer "Offensive" x1

• The next time you use this prompt link your build sheet in your post. All status effects are in play. You may use heals and buffs. Beware: Golden Curse.
• After every post-Fiora makes, every enemy will take their turn. @Dez as triggerer, makes all enemy rolls. If rolls aren't made or others join and Fiora does not post (enemies will attack even if they "died" during the cycle, or Firoa doesn't post). @Pandora* will make them at the next AP refresh with a number of turns based on how many posts others made for this prompt.
• Use the info in the enemy cards to perform their turn.
• Others can join this battle for 2 AP and 2 WP. It costs 1 AP per post thereafter.
• This battle costs Fiora 1 AP per post and no wandering points. You must continue the battle until all enemies' or your HP=0. If Fiora drops below 50% MAX HP (regardless of anyone else joining). The NPC dies.
• If anyone hits 0 HP they die and most report in.
• @Pandora* upon the final strike.

Fiora may not progress this prompt unless this battle is cleared, OR You may choose to use 3 AP to retreat and continue the prompt as normal with a new scene later.

✦✦

14K Gilded Soldier (Sword)

100/100 SP
300/300 HP
At 0 SP this enemy becomes Vulnerable.​

Glided Slash: Deals 2d25 damage to the highest DPS result unless Taunted (DC 100). If no attacks are made highest of any roll is targeted.

• For every nat roll over 20 add 1 stack of Golden Curse.
• This action occurs at the end of the cycle.

Greedscorn: (Passive) Adds 1 flat damage to any direct attacks dealt for every 100 GP in your possession.

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14K Gilded Sorcerer (Offensive)

100/100 SP
250/250 HP
At 0 SP this enemy becomes Vulnerable.


[Roll a 1d3 for action selection]​

Instill Worth: (2 or 3 is rolled) 3d10 damage to the highest Support result unless Taunted (DC 77). If no support is made highest of any roll is targeted. Causes 1 stack of Golden Curse.

• For each nat 10 add 1 stack of Golden Curse.
• This action occurs at the end of the cycle.

Golden Ray: (1 is rolled) 4d25 damage to the highest DPS result and deals 10 splash damage to anyone who protects, heals, or buffed them that cycle. If no attack is made highest of any roll is targeted. Causes 1 stack of Golden Curse.

• Adds 1 stack of Golden Curse to anyone hit by splash damage.
• This action occurs at the end of the cycle.

Greedscorn: (Passive) Adds 1 flat damage to any direct attacks dealt for every 100 GP in your possession.

 

[Yugam]

AP: 2/3, 1 AP spent​

Location: Embertorch Ruins​

Prompt: Relight the Torch​

He'd thought he'd left the days of staring blankly at pieces of paper back in the real world. And that soon he'd be free of such dreary duties entirely. Lo and behold, managerial duties. Or more accurately, managerial duties that had been shrugged off by one and onto another. Lines and lines of scribbled words were only passingly read, processed, and acknowledged before Yugam added his own, even less legible, scribbles to the paper.

"Let me guess… this is what Beleg calls 'training', right?" Her voice was damn near angelic when compared to the dull scribblings and chatter of everyone working around him. Work he was better suited for than filling out paperwork. "Anything I can help with?"

Yugam lifted his head to see Luthien approaching with a pair of steaming mugs in hand. "Thanks," Yugam replied with a smile as he leaned back in his chair and took a cautious sip from the warm mug. "Mm," he hummed satisfactorily before gesturing towards the stack of papers with the mug. "I mean, not unless you wanna sit here and figure what half of these documents even are." Yugam answered. "It's less 'training' and more...status evaluation..." Evaluating what was left. Tallying the losses. The kind of stuff that made people realize how bad things really were. Not even someone like Yugam was completely immune to seeing how many were dead, or missing. "We lost a lot of records, maps, all that kinda stuff," Yugam explained, trying to pick out the least depressing of the League's vanished. "Could be we just haven't found them yet, but most of the people who would actually know where any of this shit was left." Or had died. "I don't even see the point of all this right now, considering we don't even have an HQ to store them in but, I guess the more we locate now, the less we have to go sifting for later."

Yugam sighed and took another sip of tea, staring once more at the stack of papers just as another Whistle came by and added to the seemingly endless pile.

"Anyways, whatcha been up to, love?" the man asked scooching over slightly in his seat for the elf to join him on the cramped stool. Some how, it'd survived. This, a handful of tables. It seemed like they were the only survivors.

@Luthien

Expertise Check
2d100 (Advantage) (78, 10) + 25 + 25 = 128

Knowledge | Yugam | 1815

 

[Aalam Abungu]

Working Man
An old duty

AP: 0/3
1 AP spent.
Location:
Finweald
Prompt:
Rebuild Stronger
Narrator Tag:

It was slow work to get through the other side, but he needed to get it done no matter how tired. It had taken him some time to get this done. The longer it took, the more people would have to wait for suitable housing, and he was trying to avoid that. It was already enough that most of them lost their homes in something that wasn't their fault, and now the city had to provide for what they had lost. And he would do his best to ensure they had a safe place to sleep. And that meant that he was going to keep working under he was done, hell it was one of the reasons he was the person he was and the groups he joined. His role was to protect the county to make sure there was a place for people to be able to rest when they came back from missions. They needed someplace where they were able to take off the mask, and that was the county. It was a place built for the coexistence of landers, and the star was called the only place like it where someone could be an immortal soldier and not worry about danger. For those that played this game, it was the one safe kingdom where they didn't have to worry about the game trying to call them. That and he was getting old, not in real life but in this game, he had two deaths on him already, and well, he knew what would happen if you got one more. He still remembers the people that took that risk and how they were gone in real life, the pain they felt every time they did something, hell he felt that pain every time he pulled back his bow after turning the blockers off.

The work he was doing was the result of him being so much older that he had forgotten to act when it was needed, and now there was nothing left of the city, and he could not allow that to continue. So he was working on cutting through the bottom half of the trunk, letting the teeth of his saw cut into the wood until he was able to turn it into a clean cut. It made sure that he was looking at a solid log, and that was good. That log could be turned into timber, and timber could rebuild a city.

Rolls

Working over a large tree and cutting into it to have the best possible lumber.


Mastery Check
1d100 (29) + 25 = 54

Hyper Sense | Aalam Abungu | Thread Code

 

[Luthien]

  Explorers League  

AP: 0/3, 1 AP spent
Location: Ruins of the Embertorch

Prompt: Relight the Torch
Narrator Tag: N/A

She quietly listened as he shared the contents of some of the many stacks of papers that currently littered the table, a soft nod given to show she was listening. "All of that lost in just a moment…" Every whistle knew first hand what a tedious and time consuming task it had been to create those records, but she’d never considered just how easily their hard work could’ve been undone.

Just like their lives…

"If our records have been reduced this much it makes sense organizing whatever’s left now instead of later..." Best to get everything in order now, while those left in the League were all around and able to lend a helping hand, then later on and risk important tasks or documents falling through metaphorical crevices and lost into the void. "Less chances of misplacing another whistle’s paperwork, right?"

Lúthien couldn’t help the faint chuckle that slipped at the end of her words as she looked back to the man, though that was certainly a situation the League couldn’t afford in their current state. A golden whistle appeared then, the faerin giving an apologetic look towards the human and his elven companion as she deposited another stack of papers onto the table, before the bark of another quickly had her dashing back to her own superior for whatever new task that awaited.

The mug rose back to her lips for another sip before his words caused the elf to pause for a moment, and if he paid enough attention he might’ve noticed the soft rosy tint that colored her cheeks. "Just finished submitting this week’s order of materials," He scooted over to make space and the quiet offer was accepted as the blonde joined him on the stool, unable to hold back the giddy smile that pulled at the corner of her lips even as she set her mug back onto the table.

"Haggling a fair price was exhausting… but it’s not like the coffers are overflowing." If anything it was concerning how quickly the League’s funds continued to be drained, but there was little that could be done about it considering all the work still left to complete.

❰ Rolls & Summary ❱

❰ Expertise Check ❱
1d100 (69) + 45 + 15 = 129
Presence | Luthien | Relight the Torch

Lúthien shares a small tea break with @Yugam as they talk about the many record loses the League has suffered with the heavy destruction of their HQ, and quietly muse of all the things still left to complete and the League’s current funds before the Embertorch is restored to its former glory.

@Pandora* approved leaving Lúthien as a Red Whistle for the bonus, though she already has qualifications for Violet Whistle. :pikalove:

 

[Alderein]

The Swarmkeeper
Unaffiliated

AP: 1/3 (2 AP Spent; grinding 1 WP)
Location: Vintergard
Prompt: Magias without a Cause
Narrator Tag: N/A

Alderein groaned as he was thrown back by the last Sentry. The faerin and his swarm have already taken care of two. This one was proving to be quite difficult, perhaps even more so compared to its now-destroyed companions. Or maybe Alderein and his swarm were just getting tired. They've been at it for days now. No rest, only battles. There's got to be something I'm missing...

His mindful reverie was interrupted when the same Sentry, barely keeping itself in the air, tried to blast him right in his tiny face. Fortunately for the Swarmkeeper, his swarm was quicker, flying toward him and enveloping his entire body until he was no longer visible. The Sentry's blast caught nothing but air as the Keeper discorporated into his swarm, vanishing into them, with the swarm easily avoiding the attack.

Unfortunately for the Sentry, when Alderein reappeared, he was on top of it, and with a battle cry, the faerin thrust his spear into the automaton's body, piercing through it. This made an opening that his swarm entered through, piercing the insides of the Sentry with their teeny tiny needle-like stingers. That wouldn't have been a problem if there were only, maybe less than ten of them, but there were a thousand and they all collectively felt like hell.

As Alderein did a flip to get himself off of the Sentry and back on solid ground, he could see how the machine struggled with trying to get the swarm out of him. It was for naught, as the swarm was more than mere insects. They would not be easily deterred. In desperation, the Sentry ended up smashing itself into a nearby outcropping of rock, exploding in defeat.

The Swarmkeeper heaved a sigh, relieved that the battle was over. As his swarm returned to him, he winced in pain. Maybe he did need some rest. It has been so long, and so much has changed. Yet the more things change, the more they stay the same.

Rolls

Dealing with rogue magia enemies in Vintergard that have run amok without the Handler's presence by battling them. [+1 Wanderer Point for -2 AP]

"This prompt can now be done without spending AP, no rolls requires. For 2 AP you may grind a Wanderer Point."