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

Fiora Di Angelo · Apr 16, 2023

1/5 Stacks of Golden Curse
+15 DMG Mit from Guardian (Self)
-11 HP (x2 from Vulnerable) from Gilded Slash
-7 HP from Instill Worth
-46HP from Greedscorn

AP:: 2/3 1AP spent
Location: High March
Prompt: Greed of the Pauper
Narrator Tag: @Pandora*

It was like an open book for her to read. She sees the knights, and a cold sweat grips over her expressions. She sees money, and all that story about her parents just wipes out of her mind as greed takes the wheel, represented by the loud grin this young ginger had. But Fiora had to give her props to sink that low for money.

"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."

Fiora simply smiled as if finally caught on the act, specially at the mention of 'conjuring money' out of nowhere.

"Your Queen G ain't the only one who can make fake gold to scam with."

How could she tell apart? Poor ginger didn't even open the bags. Didn't even hold onto them with both hands...

"Feel free to- Nevermind, looks like we are in this together, Merchie."

Fiora pointed out right behind the poor redhead who just now noticed it too as the hulking knight had cut off whatever attempts of backing off she had, pushing her hammer off from the ground and resting it over her shoulder.

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

"Tribute? Sorry, wrong owner, this is hers."

Fiora placed both bags hastely on top of the young woman's hands, pushing two fingers into one of them to pull out one singular gold coin to showcase it to the knight, resting right at the top of her thumb.

"I lied by the way, it's real."

She shot the coin quite literally with her thumb alone, sending it straight towards the knight's helmet like a bullet, or a very fast rock. The 'DING!' from the collission rang through the air, strength alone being enough to turn it into improvised weaponry to, for a lack of better term, push him backwards and create some space.

"Duck, Merchie."

Non-chalant on removing the ginger's head should she not comply a simple instruction, holding her hammer with both hands and aiming high before spinning on her heel, Slash Weapons's extended range making the hammer's power collide despite them being out of reach from the weapon itself.

It created some breathing room, but what didn't was the fact her right gauntlet begun to turn to gold, in a similar fashion to the soldiers she was fending off right now, and the culprit was hiding at a distance. It wasn't just touch, but some form of spellcraft as far as she could tell, given the lightly armored fashion of this caster.

Throwing the hammer like a bola towards the first knight she struck down, only for them to meet the full burden of not a coin, but a hammer heavier than life itself, Fiora broke into a sprint towards the caster who continued to burden her armor set with their curse of gold, aiming a mean right hook towards their face that turned into a throat grasp, with her left hand holding onto one thigh to lift them off the ground and send them straight against the floor back first.

Pressing her boot firmly against the sorcerer's head before popping it like a balloon with a stomp and letting go of their limp body, turning around just in time to stop a golden blade with her forearm, the weapon digging through the weakened metal of her gauntlet, a testament that their strength was no joke.

The redhead did warn her, though...

Luck made her cut through, as having a sword stuck on her now bleeding arm and a knight to use as a golden meatshield came handy when she was this close to get ganged up by the others, pushing the soldier along to take hit after hit for her, at the cost of the edge of his sword kissing through her flesh like a saw does to timber, leaving her reeling from the pain that sweetly reminded her she could simply go berserk for once.

With one raw kick, Fiora sent the knight against the rest of his squad, turning her back against 'Merchie' once again, panting a little as she begun to remove the parts of her armor that had turned to gold, only to reveal that curse had spread over to her wounds.

"You gotta be kidding me..."

✦✦

100/100 SP
280/300 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.

✦✦

100/100 SP
0/250 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.

Rolls

Roll Result
1d3 (2) = 2

Sorcerer's action

Roll Result
3d10 (4 + 2 + 1) = 7 DMG to @Fiora Di Angelo

Instill Worth | Gilded Sorcerer

Greedscorn (Sorcerer): 23 DMG to @Fiora Di Angelo

Roll Result
2d25 (9 + 2) = 11 DMG to @Fiora Di Angelo

Gilded Slash | Gilded Soldier

Greedscorn (Soldier): 23 DMG to @Fiora Di Angelo

Rolls

Summary: Asking a few questions to the Knights.

(F) Torment
Deal 20 flat damage to an adjacent enemy (Gilded Soldiers)

Fiora Di Angelo

(F) Guardian
Mitigate 15 damage from yourself or allies when you target them via an action or a BA.

Aura | Fiora Di Angelo

(BA) Duelist
+40 bonus damage when you attack an enemy in melee.

Fiora Di Angelo

Reckless Attack
4d100 (75 + 15 + 91 + 34) + 25 + 20 = 260
260 damage to (Gilded Sorcerer)
You are Vulnerable.
Martial Arts | Fiora Di Angelo | 1815

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Avius · Apr 16, 2023

100 / 100

2/3 AP reaming
-1 AP Avius 'Propagate Support'

_____It was not exactly a flawless victory, Avius watching as some of the group along with the man that once held him by his collar walked away. He could at least tell they would not spark trouble so he would call it a win as the Faerin adjusted his outfit and moved back to listen to the concerns of people and address them. It was not much different then negations of school events. An inner sigh that even when trying to escape school life it was still on his mind.

"If it is so hard to rebuild then build anew? Can you honestly say there was not some part of the old houses you wanted to keep? And now you get the chance to build it how you would have liked it and possibly not even out of your own pockets.~"

_____Avius grinned as he held a hand to notion for coin before a quick point to a Starcalled trying to help fund the repairs or 'buy' people to calm them down. Either way it mattered little to the Faerin who would turn to the next person to address their issues. Thinking it over more he was more like playing the role of Human resources. Mostly glad it was not his father's definition of the job but the public version of it.

"Sadly I doubt there is many if any ways to bring back the dead or vastly destroyed items that held sentimental value. But is the value not how you recall the memory the item represented, and would it not be more dear to hold it purely in your heart and mind? As for the dead, is it not bad to anger the gods by bringing back what is lost in such ways?"

_____Moving to comfort someone who started to cry and agree to his statements as the faerin wanted to gut punch them for being a drama queen. Sadly this type of action worked well to show 'care' for someone as he let them get snot and tears all over his outfit until they regained composure and moved to help with things. Avius was going to spend the first day or so after all this was over scrubbing his outfit clean again, then when he logged off throwing up no doubt.

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

Play sheet | Apperance

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (24) + 10 = 34
Presence | Avius | Propagate Support

Fiora Di Angelo · Apr 16, 2023

1/5 Stacks of Golden Curse
+15 DMG Mit from Guardian (Self)
-24HP from Greedscorn
-24HP from Gilded Slash

AP:: 1/3 1AP spent
Location: High March
Prompt: Greed of the Pauper
Narrator Tag: @Pandora*

Opportunities to attack? Very few. She was pushed on her backfoot with every strike these knights coordinated against her, opting not to use her sword against armoured targets, focusing on dodging rather than blocking, slightly more comfortable with the tempo the fight had taken, but most importantly making sure to always have them on her peripherical.

The sudden change of target to the ginger made Fiora skip a beat as the blade went through her side, stuck no further than that thanks to the leather worn underneath and the odd angle that gave not enough margin for a strike-- Still, it dug into her flesh. Still, it hurt plenty and her muffled groans were evidence of it. Her hands didn't hesitate to pick a hold of the blade with both hands and pull it out of her body, ripping it out of the knight's hands, flpping the sword to have the tip aiming towards the knight and drop it downwards like a spear onto the gap between the helmet and their neck with one feral swing, devoid of care for whoever was stuck inside that armor, if there was anything left other than a mindless husk that is.

One down out of a bunch of them. Of course just killing a single one didn't do much when outnumbered. However, the armored remains were still there for her use, and what better use than to hold it up to shield herself from the incoming sword pointed straight at her?

Throwing the body aside with the impaled weapon left one more soldier disarmed, and suddently things were in her favour once less cutting ends were coming in her direction and more fists did, which were promptly rewarded with a firm counter or a well timed block before repositioning backwards once again to wait for a new opening. At least now she had their attention instead of on her 'merchant' friend.

✦✦

0/100 SP
260/300 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.

✦✦

100/100 SP
0/250 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.

Rolls

Roll Result
2d25 (15 + 9) = 24 DMG to @Fiora Di Angelo

Gilded Slash

Greedscorn (Soldier): 24 DMG to @Fiora Di Angelo

Rolls

Summary: Asking a few questions to the Knights.

(F) Torment
Deal 20 flat damage to an adjacent enemy (Gilded Soldiers)

Fiora Di Angelo

(F) Guardian
Mitigate 15 damage from yourself or allies when you target them via an action or a BA.

Aura | Fiora Di Angelo

(BA) Duelist
+40 bonus damage when you attack an enemy in melee.

Fiora Di Angelo

Hinder
1d100 (54) + [15] + 25 + 20 + 40 = 154
154 SP damage

Guard Arts | Fiora Di Angelo | 1815

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Darkness · Apr 16, 2023

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

205 / 205

_____Darkness could only raise an eyebrow at the words she heard. 'a secretive order' not so if the Demoness was hearing about it as she could only sigh and figured to go check it out for several personal reasons. The first due to them seeming to wish to stir trouble, and that was right up her alley and the second was it not common edict to seek out other villains to set some ground rules if they wished to play nice together?

"I doubt they will pose much interest, most the 'villains' I have encounter thus far have all be half washed or lacking a true goal worth backing or assisting in while working on my own."

_____Yawning as the demonic Elf walked around following the whispers to try and track down a member or possible leader of the group to have a nice little chat that could either end one of two ways. The demoness agreed to share her playground, or she made them into another puppet group to aid her own goals. Either way it was mostly dependent on meeting them so she just had to look around all the usual places one might find a villain in plain sight.

Rolls

Roll Result
1d100 (40) = 40
Darkness | Masked Dominion | Evil?

Play Sheet Link (PSL)

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

Fiora Di Angelo · Apr 16, 2023

1/5 Stacks of Golden Curse
+15 DMG Mit from Guardian (Self)
-24HP from Greedscorn
-21HP from Gilded Slash

AP:: 0/3 1AP spent
Location: High March
Prompt: Greed of the Pauper
Narrator Tag: @Pandora*

Fiora's fingers quickly fidgeted through her UI in a practiced, mechanical manner. She knew exactly where to aim inside her inventory to find a weapon, positioned upon that layout of empty slots to make sure she would never miss the spot. A dexterous hand helped to make sure she could 'conjure' her knife quick enough to parry the next strike with, sparks flying once the sword was deflected away and left the knight open for a downward thrust into the gullet, her left hand supporting her via pulling the chestpiece by the neck for a better angle, before sending her dagger back inside her inventory.

She wouldn't be able to pull that trick twice, but with the numbers slowly turning in her favour and only two knights left, Fiora walked over to push her great hammer off the ground with her foot. It could have ended without violence, and yet that seemed to be the only language the fashionistas spoke.

Not so far off from herself, now that she thought about it.

But with the remaining two charging at her, she slammed down the blunt head of her hammer onto the floor. Three times, and each strike made the ground itself quake hard enough to make one lose their balance, redhead and knights alike. The stone broke, be it from the weight of her weapon or the force applied to it, but it mattered little when footing was lost and made for one of them to completely miss, allowing ample opportunity for her to swing down hard enough to dent the armour inwards and break one's spine.

The last one left tried to seize the advantage and strike her now that the hefty hammer needed to be pulled back, and instead had their sword meet with the palm of her hand wrapping tightly across the edge of the golden blade now coated on blood. It took one punch to shatter the blade and use the fragment to stab their sword arm with.

At least she spared them of a slow death, her arms wrapping around their neck on a chokehold that carried all the struggle a good fighter would put on it's situation, but being one arm down made it nigh-impossible to slip out of an iron grip like hers, at least until the knight's neck did a full 180° once snapped and all resistance vanished from their body, before slowly leaning down to let the body rest on the ground.

Fiora shook her head off a little, deep breaths in and out to let herself cool out from her battle trance, with her single eye looking over for the ginger con-artist.

"Are you hurt?"

First things first...

✦✦

0/100 SP
0/300 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.

✦✦

100/100 SP
0/250 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.

Rolls

Greedscorn (Soldier): 24 DMG to @Fiora Di Angelo

Roll Result
2d25 (13 + 8) = 21 DMG to @Fiora Di Angelo

Gilded Slash

Rolls

Summary: Asking a few questions to the Knights.

(F) Torment
Deal 20 flat damage to an adjacent enemy (Gilded Soldiers)

Fiora Di Angelo

(F) Guardian
Mitigate 15 damage from yourself or allies when you target them via an action or a BA.

Aura | Fiora Di Angelo

(BA) Duelist
+40 bonus damage when you attack an enemy in melee.

Fiora Di Angelo

Wild Attack
2d100 (59 + 24) + 20 + 40 = 143
143 damage (286 Total from Vulnerable)

Martial Arts | Fiora Di Angelo | 1815

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Crimson Ruby · Apr 17, 2023

AP: 2/3 (1 AP spent)
Location: Embertorch's Ruins
Prompt: Relight the Torch
Narrator Tag: N/A

"Here... Nee-san~?" The Golden whistle placed a large stone brick on a wall, taking the opportunity to pose in a way his oiled muscles could flex and shine more.

*WHIIIIISTLE*

After whistling, Ruby opened her mouth, making her violet whistle fall and hang on her neck again.

"No, not there. I said THERE." Ruby said, with her tone raising as her eyebrow twitched, gesturing exaggeratedly to the right position that somehow the guy had missed. "And stop calling me 'nee-san', I'm not Japanese." She took a deep breath, averting her gaze and rubbing her temple for a moment. Breath in, breath out. What the hell was with that guy?

"Put it over there, on the place there is lacking the stone, you can see it, right?" She asked, tucking the whistle between her lips and gesturing again.

"Oh my, oh my... okay okay, here then?" He tilted his body, raising the large stone with both of his hands above his head, highlighting his muscular torso, grinning.

*WHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISTLE*

"That's not it, how did you get that wrong? Please, we have been on this for half an hour now!" Ruby.

"Hah... But you said on the place that lacks a stone~" He said, rubbing the back of his head, but it wasn't out of embarrassment, it was just another excuse to mildly flex his biceps.

"Yes, this place lacks a stone, but not because there should be a stone there, but because this is the span for the window. Of course it would lack a stone there, why do you... Okay, actually..." Ruby skipped, approaching the big guy quickly, but not too close, because she didn't want to get crushed by the bulky stone.

"Okay, go with me, here... Over here. Can you see it? Like, it is the size of a boar, you can see it, just put here? Can you do it?"

"Oh yeah, sure can do... Unnie~" He winked, moving the brick.

Her ears twitched, and she stomped the ground. "I'm not Korean either. Stop getting it wrong!" Ruby lamented the guy's stupidity. "And you aren't even a woman, you should call me nuna- ACTUALLY DON'T, I'M NOT KOREAN, AND NEITHER ARE YOU!"

"You are sure loud, kitty." A chuckle escaped his lips, and he finally placed the stone brick in the right gap.

Ruby blinked, looking around to see a handful of other whistles looking at the two of them, mostly at her that was screaming at the top of her lungs. She averted from the watching crowd, with her face turning beet red.

"Is this right now~?" He asked, gesturing at the filled gap.

"H-Huh? Ah, yeah... It is right now." Ruby crouched near it, tracing her finger and standing, looking at the Golden Whistle. Maybe she was being too hard on him? Not everyone played this game to be serious, and if he was a golden whistle, even if he had the size of a behemoth, he was still a newbie.

He was doing his best, despite being an idiot. "It... It is a very good job, yes!" She crossed her arms, tails swaying around as she perked her head up. Yes, she was a Violet Whistle now, she had to encourage the younger Whistles. "It is the most well placed brick ever, I knew you could do it!"

"Haha, perfect, do I get a reward now~? We can go to a tavern, I will buy you some milk and-"

*WHIIISTLE- WHIIIIIIIIISTLE- WHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISTLE!!!*

Ruby stomped the ground three times in protest.

"NO, of course NOT. There is still stuff to do. Come on, grab another brick-!" Ruby gestured, shaking her head. "Milk, milk. What the, just because I'm a cat, I can't believe this guy, I want to be just a red whistle again, or at least change my protegee, please..."

She grumbled, hurrying the guy up with a bit more whistling.

Rolls

Ruby tries to guide a bulky Golden Whistle to try to get them to put the structural bricks back to the right place.

Expertise Check
1d100 (7) + 50 + 15 = 72
Presence | Crimson Ruby | Relight the Torch

Vina Skysong · Apr 16, 2023

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

@Fina Drago's stammering didn't appear to make a good impression on the two Lions: the tired one raised an eyebrow, but the other one openly scowled as Vina's example of a brave hero had difficulty just speaking up.

I hope that she's more outspoken when she's doing some of that helping you told us about.

Well, Vina did say that she helped out before. I don't think we can judge her skills by the deftness of her tongue.

Vina tilted her head, then quickly moved over to Fina's side and wrapped an arm around her beloved friend's waist to pull her close.

Fina isn't as outgoing as me, but I assure you that her skills are the real deal~ After all, she's the one who saved Chad's life when the machines were about to crush him.

That did seem to have an effect on the Lions. The two of them blinked, looking at Fina with a bit more interest now.

She rescued Chad? How'd she manage that?

Vina's smile widened as this clearly was the right angle to take. Chad may not be as legendary as Levi or Zeus, but he was still one of the most well-known and respected among the Lions. While there were few who would trust his intellect, no one would doubt either his heroism or his skills, so for him to be rescued by Fina said a lot.

Well~ I don't want to steal her thunder by telling the story for her, but let's just say that I don't think either of you could beat her in an arm wrestling competition~

The two Lions exchanged glances, then looked at Fina again. Both were well-trained enough that at first glance you'd think they could fold Fina double without much difficulty. However, they also knew that appearances could be deceiving, and while Vina wasn't averse to teasing and trickery she wasn't known to openly lie.

I would've liked to see her rescue Chad then. If you did do that you have our thanks miss Fina.

Yeah, how could we ever have kept going without mister muscle-brains leading the way.

The tired Lion snorted, but even the one who'd made the remark was clearly not serious about it.

In all seriousness, if you helped out our knight captain we owe you a drink. (The man raised his voice.) Bartender! Your best ale for our heroine here!

Rolls

Vina is using the fact that Fina rescued Chad during the fight against Szofrit to help some Lions regain their trust in the Starcalled.

Expertise Check
1d100 (38) + 25 = 63
Presence | Vina Skysong | Propagate Support | 1815

Fiora Di Angelo · Apr 16, 2023

AP:: 0/3 It's Free.
Location: Finweald
Prompt: For a Better Tomorrow.
Narrator Tag: No.

Fiora hummed in thought, hardly disagreeing with that fact- Houses were one thing, families were another, and you can't fix it like the former. "We have to think about what we can do, rather than what we can't." She replied, nodding down to Ronja once she finally picked up the initiative and headed inside. A part of her didn't want to leave her alone, but first impressions were important, and they had to know the face of this little operation was Ronja and not herself.

"Fiora and Ronja... Yes, we had a letter coming with your names. We didn't expect Travelers to take a job like this when we put up the missive, if I'm to be honest. It's not the kind of labour we see them do." She explained, trying to be as tactful as one could be in this situation, after losing a little of her cool at the sight of the Magia.

The raven-haired lady shared glances with a few of her co-workers, most of them volunteers. The sound of squeaky voices on the background became loud enough to pick them apart from the adults. For a moment, Ronja could catch a glimpse with some of the grown-ups herding the kids further away from the hallway they both were in currently.

"Right now we have three rooms that hold priority: The schoolroom, the kitchen and, most importantly, the basement."

The deeper they headed, the worse the orphanage's walls and ceiling looked, if it didn't already with so many holes that let the sunlight pierce through and the debris and dust that could never get wiped clean on a matter of days, not when their manpower had to go elsewhere.

After pulling out the right key from her keyring, the lady unlocked the door that lead to the aforementioned basement, and as one could expect, it was pitch dark outside of some candles they placed. There were plenty of signs that people had come and gone thanks to it.

"The stairs are very fragile, so watch your step please."

She gestured for her to go ahead. The pinch of fear in her face was clear enough despite how professional the elf wanted to show herself as. The lack of eyes to keep her safe on the basement were enough of a reason for her not to tag along.

The basement proved to be broken down in many spots and sections, ranging from support beams to even parts of the ceilling itself. The candles were completely unecessary once Ronja took a turn to the right. The large hole on top gave plenty of light for her to see, but the ruins on top made it hard to discern what that room was meant to be for. The schoolroom, perhaps? It would make sense, given how quiet this wing of the orphanage seemed.

Water reached up to one's ankles from the constant rains that had been lashing away in Finweald, and some of their desperate attempts to turn off the fires, given the smell of ashes had grown very intense all of a sudden. And brimstone, too. Coal marks were all across the stone walls that remained intact, but even then, Ronja could notice how, while most of the structure down here seems about to give in, there were patches trying to reinforce what little it could to delay the inevitable.

Given the isolation from this side of the building, it's clear they prepared for it to fall apart at any minute, and if anything, this would require the most attention before attempting to repair anything else.

Rolls

Summary: While Fiora waits for @Ronja Bubblyfoot to come back and give further instructions, the lady in charge of the front desk at the Orphanage gave a very short tour to Ronja and pointed out the most critical areas before allowing her passage into the basement, possibly the worst of them all.

Aalam Abungu · Apr 16, 2023

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

Rolling his shoulders as he went back to work, there was still a lot that he needed to take care of, and there was more trunk that he needed to work into timber for the rebuilding projects around the city. Pulling from his bottle, he let that mixture work its way down his throat, this one he could taste. It was the gin of some sort; if he were to guess, it would be from Falderen somewhere and mixed with one of the liquors from Tertoria. You could always tell when something was from there or used ingredients from that place. It always had a coolness that seemed to chill you from the inside. Corking that bottle back and placing it into his inventory as he returned to work, he had turned the tree into a log, but now he needed to turn it into a timber. For that, he would need a long saw, and as luck would have it, he was smart enough to get one before he came out into the forest. So he started to mark spots on the log, places that he would have to cut into to make sure the line was straight, and he lost as little wood as possible from the log.

Each mark was made, and then he came back with his smaller saw and cut a series of notches into the wood enough so that when he came back down with the longer saw, each section would lift, and it would help to make sure that he was able to keep his cut straight along that section. It would take him some time to mark each section and the cut that would have to go along with it, but in the end, that would ensure that his cut was straight. He grabbed his long saw and judged the cut before he started to get to work, working the saw back and forth just deep enough that he could cut a line straight enough that it would matter. It was about two inches under the bark; he would have to go back over it with another pass to cut a bit more off, but that would end in boards that could be used, so that was fine in the end. So he went back to cutting the long down and trimming the ends so that he would be dealing with a straight piece of timber to be used. He kept up the work until every part of it was cut down, and he was looking at something that could be used almost like a ruler for how straight the cut was. That would work, sliding the timber off his stand before moving it over to the pile with the rest.

Rolls

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

Mastery Check
1d100 (43) + 25 = 68

Hyper Sense | Aalam Abungu | Thread Code

Mystia · Apr 16, 2023

A desire to help. It naturally stirred within the fae, all the more after her efforts over at the MIT Headquarters bore little fruit. Some administrative work and that was about it. Nin and other members already had it all under control, rebuilding the whole area and allowing others to get back to work. So what exactly could Mystia do to still help those in need? Well, the MIT HQ was not the only place that got hit pretty bad during the assault on the capital.

Moving around inside of her 10 feet tall mech, she was quite the spectacle. It also turned the normally petite and weak faerin into a hulking beast that could lift up any rubble, or carry just about anything necessary. It made her a reliable helper when it came down to rebuilding the city itself. And as it so happened, she spotted @Aalam Abungu working in the corner of her eye. Woodworking... it was an impressive work, and a very important one. It seemed that wood was still one of the primary building materials in this world, after all.

Given that the man was working all alone, the girl chose to go over and offer a helping hand. With all the traditional ways of cutting the wood into fine usable lumber, the man must have thought the magitech machine to be quite out of place when it appeared next to him, squatting down to get a bit close, albeit still towering over him despite the effort not to.

"Hello! That looks like some tough work, but thank you for the help with rebuilding... would you like me to carry all of the wood you've already processed? We might be missing some other materials as well, but workers are already all over the city and they could use the materials as soon as possible. Unless you had other plans for them?"

Assuming that they were indeed meant for construction, she could carry it all with ease, or even help the man in other ways if he requested so. She just hoped that she came across without scaring the poor man... not many liked talking to a mechanical monstrosity, especially after magia wrecked the city, but without this suit of steel, there was no way she could help as much.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❰ Actions ❱

Offering a helping hand to Aalam so the processed wood can be moved where it can be used.

Rolls

Mastery Check
1d100 (40) + 15 + 5 = 60
Magitech | Mystia | Rebuild Stronger

Ueno Mizuki · Apr 16, 2023

AP: 1/3 (1 AP spent)
Location:
Finweald
Prompt:
Rebuild Stronger
Narrator Tag:
N/A

Mizuki ran her hand across the furry back of one of the strange beasts she'd brought back to help deal with the termites. The creatures had proven themselves to be quite docile and easily trained, even by others. There had been a couple of incidents where they had been frightened and released their foul fumes (which made Mizuki very glad that she hadn't been present), but beyond that as long as they were given insects to eat they seemed to happily do their own thing without paying the people much mind.

After the original outbreak of termites had been dealt with she'd returned most of the beasts back to their home, leaving only a couple to help keep the construction sites free of any bugs which might interfere with the process. The workers had at first been uncomfortable with the strange beasts, but after they'd proven themselves to be both useful and very easily handled it looked like they'd taken a liking to the beasts.

As Mizuki was considering what else she could do to help with the rebuilding efforts the same elf who'd approached her about the termites showed up, pausing to stroke the beast's back as well before addressing the wildling.

There you are. We've had, uhm... a couple of us had a request for you. (She looked at the beast, which lifted its snout to sniff at her before lowering it again.) They really are docile, aren't they?

I suspect their olfactory assault is strong enough that they don't have any natural predators in their habitat. (She replied, then tilted her head.) But I doubt that you came here to talk about these guys. What is it you wanted?

The worker nodded, scratching the back of her head as she gave a rather embarrassed impression. Her hesitation was beginning to make Mizuki nervous: what was it she could possibly be asking for that would make her hold back like this?

Well... Some of us Yladians heard that you've been growing trees to be turned into lumber, and we were wondering... maybe you could also help us grow some tree homes? We didn't have any in Finweald before since it takes a lot of space, but we were thinking that maybe now would be a good opportunity...

Her voice trailed off, but she didn't look away, awaiting Mizuki's reply. The wildling blinked several times, then scratched her chin as her ears twitched.

I'm guessing that you're embarrassed because this feels like you're taking advantage of the fact so many people left Finweald.

It's... yeah, kinda. (She sighed.) It's not like we're beholden to them or anything, but if those who left hear about it they'll probably feel like we're just taking over.

Hrmmm... Well, it's not entirely wrong. (She shrugged as she stood up.) But they chose to leave. If they wanted to retain ownership of the place they shouldn't have left. I don't really know anything about your tree homes, but I'll do what I can to help.

With Mizuki's agreement, the worker quickly led the huntress towards the outskirts of the city, where a large portion of land had been cleared from debris. That in itself wasn't strange: before you started rebuilding you had to get rid of the mess. However, there was no sign of the workers here digging holes to lay the foundations of new homes, or even gathering materials: there weren't many workers present, and a quick glance made it clear all of them were elves.

Hey, guys! She said yes!

The worker sounded a lot more energetic now that Mizuki had agreed to help, and the other elves who had been awaiting her return also quickly got to their feet. The luna wolf scratched her neck when they all looked at her: there weren't many of them, but it was still a bit awkward to have them be so expectant.

Again, I don't know much about how your tree homes work. I can grow and shape the trees to suit your needs, but you're going to have to explain what you need.

It wasn't like Yladians made a habit of telling random strangers all about their traditional homes, after all.

The elves nodded, one of them stepping forward to take charge.

First of all, it's not like every elf settlement has enough druids that we can just shape the trees exactly to our needs. As long as the trees are big and sturdy enough you'll already have done plenty, we can fine-tune it. (She placed a hand on her hip.) Of course, if you're willing to help us we won't say no, so listen carefully.

What followed was... quite a lengthy explanation. The worker who approached Mizuki first had done so with more than a little awkwardness, but this one just went off and expected the caenis to keep up. In the back of her head Mizuki wondered why this one hadn't just taken charge in the first place, rather than waiting for someone else to find a druid willing to help.

Not that she had much luxury to ponder that. The charge-taker might have said that Mizuki didn't need to worry too much, but as her explanation continued the luna wolf began to feel like her final work would receive a grading as severe as any project she'd worked on back at the university. When the explanation finally got to an end Mizuki could barely stifle a relieved sigh, instead just nodding.

I'll give it my best shot, so if you all could make some space...

The clearing was quickly cleared as Mizuki squatted near the edge, frowning as she took in the space before her. It was quite large, large enough that there was space for several large trees. Since these trees were supposed to serve as houses their girth was a greater issue than their height, but the Yladians apparently had high expectations.

Which was rather awkward, since while Mizuki wasn't exactly bad with Nature Magic it wasn't like she made a habit of sculpting trees with such precision. Most of the term her Nature Magic boiled down to either growing roots to grapple and entangle or use nature's energy to heal herself and her allies.

Placing her clawed hands against the ground her brow furrowed even further as she concentrated. The soil itself was in good condition, unaffected by the chaos which had wrecked the buildings that formerly stood there. The elves had also already planted some seeds in a display of optimism, giving Mizuki something to work with. Reaching out towards the seeds with her magic she filled them with nature's energy, then forced the seeds to sprout and grow.

Within moments young trees were growing out of the ground, but then their growth slowed down as Mizuki assumed full control. Focusing on one tree at a time she halted the others for a moment, her clawed fingers digging into the ground as one by one she formed the trees, making them grow wide with thick branches starting from a low height. Normally tree climbing was a skill reserved for children and the dexterous, but with how accessible these trees were even a geriatric could have walked their way towards the top without much difficulty.

As long as the explanation had been, growing the trees in the right shape took even longer. The sun moved through the sky overhead, shadows shortening, spinning, then lengthening as Mizuki sat there unmoving, her mismatched eyes focused only on the work before her. The elves were all watching as well, one or two wandering away occasionally but never taking too long before returning. The one who had approached Mizuki first was sitting next to the luna wolf, silent but watching expectantly just like the other Yladians were.

When Mizuki finally felt like she'd done everything she could she pulled her hands out of the soil and exhaled like she'd been holding her breath for hours, which it certainly felt like. At some point the effort of making the trees take exactly the right shape and ensuring that they wouldn't grow out of control once she was done with them had caused her to begin sweating to such a degree that her clothes were now sticking to her.

Haah... Does that... work for you?

The Yladians remained silent, except for the charge-taker who stepped forward and appraised Mizuki's work.

It's quite good, considering that you did all of this within one day and with only a brief explanation. It's not perfect, of course, but we'll be able to fine-tune it, as I mentioned before. (She nodded.) Yes, I think this will do nicely. Thank you very much for your aid, miss...

Haah... Mizuki. And don't think too much of it. (Placing her hands on her knees she pushed herself upright.) Right now this is probably as productive as I can be, and I learned a lot from it. (She shook her head and turned around.) But right now I'm beat, so unless you really need me for something else I'll leave you to the fine-tuning.

With none of the people present speaking up Mizuki took that as her cue that she'd done enough work for the day. Raising a hand as a farewell she wandered off, not into the city but into the plains that surrounded Finweald. Right now she just wanted to find a lake or a spring and fall in it, either before or after shedding her clothes.

It would be a lie to say the work wasn't fulfilling, but somehow it was even more exhausting than literally fighting for your life.

Rolls

Mizuki accepts a request from some Yladians to grow trees which can be turned into traditional Yladian tree homes.

Mastery Check
1d100 (79) + 25 + 25 = 129
Nature Magic | Ueno Mizuki | Rebuild Stronger | 1815

Aalam Abungu · Apr 16, 2023

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

He was about to sink his axe into the second tree, so he was able to get to work when he picked up something moving fast. But it could have been faster. He couldn't get a lock on it, and once he was sure that whoever it was wasn't trying to kill him, he went back to work on the tree, sinking his axe into its trunk repeatedly. It was a steady rhythm, one that he could keep from practice and with the added help of a few of the skills he had picked up while playing this game. He was about halfway through the trunk when that thing...well, that was mean; it was a mech, and someone had to be inside piloting the thing and sinking his axe into the trunk with a slam before he turned his attention to the big thing that was now casting a shadow over his operation. Well, it was big, that was certain, and the fact that it wasn't trying to kill him was always a good thing. When you worked in his line of work, you ended up with many people that would like to kill you for something or the other. "I don't know to call you bold or foolish for walking around in a giant mech right after a giant mech army tried to blow up a good amount of people and cost them their homes. But I doubt you are foolish, so I will call you bold."

Wiping his face before yanking his axe out of the trunk and going back to chopping down the tree. "Feel free to carry the lumber. They are going to need it to rebuild parts of the city, and I am sure there is a geo-mage working on getting stone. Despite all the losses, we will be able to build something new out of it and, well, something with bigger walls next time, I hope." He kept sinking his axe into the tree one swing at a time until he stepped out of the way and watched it fall into his stand so that he would be able to turn the log into usable timber. Making his way around the tree as he started to mark spots where he would need to cut into the wood. "So, do you have a name, or is it just the giant mech?"

Rolls

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

Mastery Check
1d100 (93) + 25 = 118

Hyper Sense | Aalam Abungu | Thread Code

Lucille Fer · Apr 16, 2023

"Darkness would eat me for breakfast? Not being able to take any pressure at all? What insolence- what would a suicidal freak like her know anyway?!"

Nothing short of rattled by her brief exchange with Rattah, the Death Seeker, Lucille was stomping across the ruins of Embertorch, repairs going smoothly thanks to the will of the whistles that were more interested in rebuilding the whole thing over making the construction harder for others by randomly blowing at others. Unfortunately for them, there was an undisputed frustration building up inside of the dark wolf.

"I am the Wolf of Night and Darkness! I will find it, and I will obtain more power! More, more, more! I'll show her and everyone just what it is capable of!"

Finding herself by what appeared to be one of the last fully collapsed parts of the whole complex, Lucille's golden gaze fell on one of the workers nearby, struggling with a heavy stone pillar that he clearly could not lift with his power alone. Actually, was that the same man who Rattah whistled at and nearly crushed him beneath some rubble before?

"Yeah, I will show them..."

Creeping up right behind the man, he must have become rather spooked when he noticed the new shadow looming over him, given that he yelled at the top of his lungs and scooted to the side as to get out of the way. Digging her golden claws beneath the cold, stone structure, the girl heaved and with the might allowed by her masteries, she lifted the whole thing without much trouble.

"Darkness!"

Then she ran a whole lap around the building before coating her hands in dark magic to empower them, allowing her to pick a whole pile of rubble and carry it off to the designated area so it was out of the way in one swoop!

"Darkneeeeeeeeess!"

And then she performed a mighty blow, completely shattering a piece of the structure that fell onto a worker's leg, trapping him as he was too careless while trying to fix something. She didn't even notice him, but the pulverized stone sure as hell did not restrain him any longer!

"Daaaaaaaarkneeeeeeeeeeeess!"

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❰ Actions ❱
Following Rattah's 'insults', Lucille decides to take her anger out on the ruins of Embertorch, thankfully being more helpful than not this time around.

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (46) + 20 = 66
Fitness | Lucille Fer | Relight the Torch

Luthien · Apr 17, 2023

She had never been the religious sort, a byproduct of seeing the ugly underbelly of humanity in her young and formative years, and the truth was that she’d always found it hard to believe someone could be watching from above… and if such a being truly existed she was convinced they were doing a poor job at managing the simulation that was Earth. That said it wasn’t like the blonde was completely ignorant of the many religions that abound in her world, and if anyone had forced her to believe in one she would’ve chosen Greek mythology.

It felt like the most honest representation of how omnipotent beings would’ve interacted with the world and the people that inhabited it… and anyone that had ever played The Sims for a prolonged enough period of time could probably agree.

Perhaps that’s why her curiosity had been sparked upon learning of Arcia’s own varied pantheon of gods and, on the few occasions that Beleg hadn’t been ready to burden her with a task, she’d even gone far enough as to ask more about them. The man had owned a few books in his collection with folklore and tales of the gods that were believed to exist within the confines of the game, and she had poured through the ones that were written in common and thus readable for the girl.

Others however had remained out of her reach, having been written in the native language of Yladians. There was a particular book that Beleg had found long ago, with scrawls on its pages like nothing the man had ever seen inside or outside of this game, and one he’d been surprised to find mostly intact among the rubble of his office. It was thanks to him that Lúthien had been able to learn more about the Alfather, and he’d even been kind enough to transcribe some of the songs found within the books when he’d noticed his protégé’s interest in them.

Despite her curiosity the thought of actually praying to them hadn’t been something the elf had considered, though she’d caught herself unconsciously altering some of her curses to reflect the pantheon within the game and—in the most critical of times she’d found herself hoping that The Alfather himself would’ve answered the pleas woven into her songs.

It had been a shocking revelation once she had time to unpack everything that had transpired, and for the first time she found herself wishing to dive deeper into the divinus arcana of the pantheon and its gods… mainly of those already known to most, though she would be a liar if she pretended a particular Time Eye didn’t also catch her attention. However she only had but a name to go by for this mysterious entity, and little free time to actually afford searching for forgotten pieces of lore and tales wherever they might lay hidden—not when there were other pressing matters that required her attention.

On the few times that she’d found herself with some free time between her hands the girl had turned towards a new skill she’d slowly been practicing, once again influenced by her mentor. Wood carving was something essential to learn if she wanted to make her own custom arrows, something that Beleg had been willing to spend time and teach the younger girl, and when she’d become confident enough in her control Lúthien had begun to branch off into the more artistic side of the craft.

She was nowhere near as good as any mastercrafter around, and her raw work certainly required more time and patience before it could be considered worthwhile for others, but little by little she’d begun to carve little figures out of wood. Often time they had little meaning, mostly whatever cute critter she’d seen around or perhaps a poor attempt to try and replicate Tubby or the bonehounds her beloved could conjure up, though lately the ranger had actually put extra effort into her latest carving: a horned stag.

Unfortunately that didn’t always mean things turned out better, and she couldn’t help the frown that crossed her face as she looked down at the finished piece in her hands. Though it was certainly easy enough to distinguish it at a glance, shed certainly nailed the crude shape of a deer lying down, there was certainly something very much amiss at the top of its head… the right antler entirely missing save for a small nub she’d been forced to round off after accidentally carving too far in and splitting the wood.

She’d decided to cut her loses then while still ahead, the whole idea of trying to carve a wreath into the creature’s neck entirely forfeited after the mishap, and for the past couple of days the figurine had sait in the void of her inventory as she’d contemplated if to go ahead with her original plan… or scrap it entirely. In the end she’d finally caved in as her feet had taken her towards the Lion’s HQ, the talks of an area set up for the people of Finweald to pray to their gods of choice not escaping the sharp ears of the elf.

"I could be doing this all wrong…" She knew next to nothing on how one was meant to pay respects to the gods within this game, and the self-conscious part of her mind certainly felt quite out of place as she approached a small shrine designated for Gwyndolainn. She’d picked a time of day where most should’ve been busy with their tasks, and she was thankful to see that at least this had worked out as she had this particular spot to herself.

The small stag figurine was gently placed down as an offering as the elf knelt down by the small shrine, before her hands pressed together awkwardly in the form of a prayer as she closed her eyes. No words ever left her lips, though plenty of thoughts ran through her mind as she thought of the currently important things in her life. Meriam was certainly at the forefront of it all, the sight of the faerin’s magi core permanently engraved in her mind, though the familiar face of a certain brunette wasn’t too far behind.

It was impossible to think of one without thinking of the other, especially when her friend was willing to help Lúthien figure out a way to give Meriam her body—and life—back… before a frown overtook her features as the face of Szofrit popped into her thoughts. There was still much to do to make this place safe again for Ronja and others like her, and she could only hope her decision to support Rael and spare the Mother of Machines did not come around to bite her in the ass.

It was hard to push those thoughts—and her own second guessing of her choices—out of her mind, but they were eventually replaced by the image of the Emm she knew and the golden egg that she still seemed to inhabit within. Another quickly followed, the familiar fiery locks of hair causing a fresh wave of guilt to hit the elf, the last time she’d seen Steph had been moments before the redhead had disappeared after drawing the Jester’s Last Laugh from her deck. ... Stay safe Steph, wherever you are.

❰ Rolls & Summary ❱

❰ Prayer Check ❱
1d100 (36) = 36
Luthien | To the Fallen

The World here is certainly different to the one she comes from and, in light of recent events, Lúthien decides to try reaching out to The Alfather with a handmade offer… though she’s keeping her expectations close to zero.

Mystia · Apr 17, 2023

"I believe that those who would take exception with any kind of machine running around, even if helping, are no longer around. Most left for other nations, I'm afraid."

She might have gotten a few stares here and there, but those were probably more because of the sheer size of the mech she was inside of rather than the sole fact that there was someone using magitech. Stracalled who were actively trying to help weren't admonished, at least by most, even if they were using abilities somewhat reminiscent of what the enemy had used.

"Ah, pardon me!"

As if requested, the belly of the machine suddenly opened up to reveal the small fae sitting inside, comfy chair and all as she remained surrounded by various monitors and other gadgets. Giving @Aalam Abungu a friendly wave, she smiled and looked the man over one more time.

"I go by Mystia! One of MIT's researchers. It's a pleasure to meet you, sir! All of the repairs over there have been finished, so I wanted to head over here and help as much as I could. I'll be taken that lumber now, but I'll be back, so if you need help with something else as well, just tell me then, okay?"

Being her usual friendly self, the fae nodded along with her words before the belly of the machine closed up again, sealing her inside as the 10-foot tall magitech creation rose back up and embraced all of the processed wood, scampering off with it toward the city center.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❰ Actions ❱

Introducing herself to Aalam before taking all the lumber to the city so others can make some use of it.

Rolls

N/a

Ronja Bubblyfoot · Apr 17, 2023

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

Ronja kept thoughts and everything else mostly to herself, even if she knew the reason the other woman was being so wary, she understood the reason was fair. Being a magia wouldn't be easy, but it was also hard to stay near something that was supposedly dangerous.

Of course, Ronja herself had her objections about it, but she paid no mind for it. There were far more important things to be dealt with, and among them, it included the safety of the children.

The sight of them was a small motivational boost, one that she simply smiled at as they passed before finally focusing on the woman again, that guided her all the way to the stairs. Ronja's eyes turned to her, internally questioning if she would follow, but the fear in her eyes was enough to answer.

A small smile crossed her lips.

"Yes, Ronja will go by herself then. It would be bad if you fell, they need you." Ronja pointed out, with her eyes clicking twice before glowing like laterns, allowing her to go downstairs and quickly analyze everything.

It didn't look good at all though.

As she returned upstairs, she looked at the woman, serious, but keeping a small smile on her lips. "It is bad. But Ronja thinks it is still solveable. Don't let anyone get into those rooms or into that basement, okay? And if you hear any strange noise, leave the building immediately."

After the brief explanation, Ronja made her way to @Fiora Di Angelo, having a concerned expression on her face.

"We need to be quick with this. We will need to create reinforcements for the base, so things can actually have some support... The retaining walls were damage, and it is only a matter of time before earth itself brings everything down." Ronja explained.

"Ronja will need you to bury deep. Very deep." Ronja said. "It is a hill, after all, the ground is never stable enough, especially with rains and storms... Can you do that?"

Rolls

Ronja makes a quick analysis of the building's condition, then explains it to Fiora, urging them to start the renovations as soon as possible.

Fina Drago · Apr 17, 2023

It felt like she had embarrassed Vina more than anything, forcing the feline to look to the side as she let out a light sigh. And if she wasn't observed by the two lions, she would have probably face-palmed as well. Though the songstress quickly returned that embarrassment as she pulled the disgruntled cat closer and started going off about how she saved one of the higher-ups of the lions. Fina did originally come to this place looking for Levi and Chad to have a bit of a chat, but it was rather surprising that someone else even knew about that, given the chaos of that battlefield.

"W-wait, how do you even-" Her trying to question the vixen was cut short by the two men suddenly getting quite curious and turning their opinion around a good bit. It all introduced a faint rosy blush to the girl's face as she tried to dismiss any notion of heroism. "N-no, I just tossed aside a part of the collapsed dragon ship that pinned him down and then carried him to a safe location, that's all. Anyone would have done the same..." Though in her attempts to make herself seem not all that heroic, she might have dampened Vina's attempts to improve the lion's spirits again a bit.

"And, well, I don't really... drink much..." Almost seated at the table against her will, her pleading gaze was directed back at Vina, as if the feline was asking for the fox to rescue her from this unexpected encounter.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❰ Actions ❱
Dragged into the conversation with Lions by Vina, Fina tries her best to play along.

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (23) + 0 = 23
Presence | Fina Drago | Propagate Support

Skyswimsky* · Apr 17, 2023

Evil wasn't the kind of description Darkness would find herself being used commonly when it came to her mission of seeking the intel she desired. It really depended on who she asked... Hearing rumors that ranged from harvesting the organs of immortal Starcalled, to eating those very same to gain their immortal powers. Yet, the Masked Dominion was also a Safe Haven. Offering protection, guidance, and enlightenment to all the Landers in need. A safe anchor in these times of absolute uncertainty.

@Kaede Hoshi would just so have it that she heard about a monastery in the wild, up on a mountain. A classic example of what one could define as a 'Cult', and maybe even their headquarters? Offering a warm bed and a hearty meal in exchange for sharing the one thing that unified them under one call: A growing disdain for Starcalled. Sure, one did not need to outright hate them. Just, be open to the idea the Starcalled were likely inferior to the Landers, if the Stars aligned just right...

Of course, one couldn't - or maybe just shouldn't - simply walk up there. Instead, a tiny village by the name of Dewglory closest to the monastery co-existed peacefully with them. "You're looking for these Masked Dominion fellas?" A woodcutter that Darkness interrupted in his work spoke up. "Aye, they come down here every other week or so..." If she wanted, she could bide her time. "Honestly, they creep me out, hard to tell whom you talking to. Since they wearing a mask and all." It sounded like they wouldn't even be hard to miss.

"The monastery? Ahhh I don't know, not like we've been looking either. Somewhere in that giant mountain over there, I'd wager? Not a place you'd see anyon-" - "You're looking for dem masked pals!?" Another voice cut in, this one had a more rugged face and if not some sort of village guard he may have very well been the resident troublemaker. "Just look at yer getup, aye! Screamin' Starcalled all over, aye? If yah know what's good for yah you humble yerself, y'know what I'm saying? I once seen one of dem culties take out an entire group of bandits!" - "Now that I think about it, there really has been less trouble recently, hasn't there..."

With some newfound information, the choice really was with her on how to proceed...

Bluebird · Apr 17, 2023

AP:: 1/3 (2 AP spent)
Location: Surrounding Area
Prompt: The Explorer
Narrator Tag: @Skyswimsky*

The strange call brought Bluebird to her feet. She gripped her perch with her talons as she scanned the horizon. She had heard of harpies and griffons that prowled the skies, and if one sought to attack the landers.

And then, moments later, the creature revealed itself to be no great beast, but what appeared to be an ordinary bird, now perched upon her head.

"...oh! Hello there."

She was considering if she should pet it or remove it when a more human voice cut the air. Bluebird peered down at the young woman looking up at her, then glanced upwards. "Ah... is this your friend, little one? Just a moment!"

Bluebird hopped off the branch, wings fluttering as she whistled herself to the ground. It was even slow enough that E.P. wouldn't have to worry about being dislodged. Once she was settled, she folded her arms behind her back as Nora introduced herself. It was a long, grand list of titles.

Bluebird, new to the game as she was, had of course never heard of her before.

She smiled politely nonetheless. "You have an impressive history, Miss Nora. It is good to meet you and your companion." She curtsied briefly, then rose. "I am Bluebird, a Traveler. I mean no harm - I am simply resting before moving on."

She tapped the side of her face, looking sideways. "Unfortunately, I cannot say I've heard of your exploits before. Are you of the Explorers' League? I know we are prone to wander for long periods of time..."

Rolls

Bluebird has a nice chat with Nora and asks if she's part of the Explorers.

Hanno Futaba · Apr 17, 2023

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

Filling a bowl with a warm soup, the faerin handed it to an old lady, grinning at the grateful nod.

"Next!" Hanno asked, with a laddle on a hand, behind an hilariously big pot that he needed two stools piled up to use as a support to reach it.

A guy appeared, looking at the big pot and raising his eyebrow. "The Lions know how to cook now?"

"Huh? Yeah, we sure do. At least some of us does." He smirked, gesturing at the man with a laddle. "The faerin in particular. I'm a chef, and I'm not sure if you know our little squire, Mimi, her baking skills is amazing." Hanno huffed, very proud of their domestic abilities. "You have to try them, buddy." He filled the bowl, offering to them man.

The man nodded slowly, picking up the bowl. "Right..." Then, he squinted. "I've heard you calling everyone a 'buddy' now, by the way. What's up with that?"

"Well, because you are a buddy, everyone is."

"If everyone is a buddy, nobody is."

"Hah, no. Not time to try to make me have an existencial crisis, buddy. Next!" Hanno handwaved, gesturing for another to come.

Rolls

Hanno helps the Lions to distribute soup for citizens that are still recovering from their losses.

Expertise Check
2d100 (Advantage) (67, 69) + 25 = 94
Presence | Hanno Futaba | Propagate Support
(Asch told Hanno's Hero Title is guaranteed, so according to Pan, the Advantage Check is fine!)

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

Fiora Di Angelo

❮ Raging Flame ❯

Avius

Fiora Di Angelo

❮ Raging Flame ❯

Darkness

Fiora Di Angelo

❮ Raging Flame ❯

Crimson Ruby

❮ Pathfinder ❯

Vina Skysong

❮ Lyrical ❯

Fiora Di Angelo

❮ Raging Flame ❯

Aalam Abungu

Mystia

❮ Lore Seeker ❯

Ueno Mizuki

❮ Pathfinder ❯

Aalam Abungu

Lucille Fer

Luthien

❮ Lore Seeker ❯

Mystia

❮ Lore Seeker ❯

Ronja Bubblyfoot

❮ Steel Reaver ❯

Fina Drago

Magia

Skyswimsky*

❮ Narrator ❯

Bluebird

❮ Pathfinder ❯

Hanno Futaba

❮ Shield of Hope ❯