Herculean had been hanging out while everyone was hacking the bramble. He put his playful night away for a moment as healing passed around. @Toko had said something about scales which made herculean laugh. Everyone was getting cut by the bramble but it was true."Well okay sure i have scales but they aren't armored yet. That is three hundred fifty gold investment and armor is still pretty important early. I'll get to crushing this bramble brush just give me a second.". He would stretch a bit because this was going to hurt, While he was doing that fiora and yugam were fighting about something. Giving it his full focus to really hone in on what they were going on about. She was demanding his sword to get their this bush but herculean had was ready to get his hand dirty.
Pulling out his playful Night and grabbing by the end and spinning as fast he could. He would charge forward thrashing and slamming his heavy three-chained pole arm savagely. Each swing got stronger and stronger as he pushed way into the brush making all kinds of noise. The Branches would lash out at him but he didn't care getting hype as fuck with incoming blow."Alright, brambles Your boy herculean is coming through like a freight train. Let's see what you really made out of you haunting bastards."He would make sure his allies would be behind him as he did this not hit them.
Sepulchre flashes an deceptively innocent smile at @Fiora Di Angelo, "Wouldn't dream of it. Thanks for the extra healing~! As for the popups... I've a sneaking suspicion you're triggering a hidden condition for activating them. If horror movies are to be trusted as a reputable source, spooky forests don't take kindly to rowdy trespassers. That's just a guess on my part though."
As the disembodied voice wheezes and cackles, the Faerin shudders and frowns, subconsciously patting where fae stored the lantern in question. "Oh hey, you rhymed an insult! Impressive." Before fae can retort further, Fiora launched into her taunts and @Toko readily offered her fists to the cause.
Sepulchre chuckles and cups a hand to faer mouth, keeping the lantern obscured, "Kick his ass ladies, I'll cover the heals and our reptilian friend has the brambles! Show him how we tip lousy tour guides!" (@Herculean Drakecon)
As fae starts to prepare another heal, fae's distracted for a moment by an eerie familiar cry. Fae clears faer head with a shake, refocusing on the present task. Surely that echo was the Bonewoods playing a trick on faer...
Rolls
Power Heal (AoE)
1d100 (13) + 5 + 0 = 6 (Total divided by 3) +6 HP to 3 targets (@Sepulchre af Umbral, @Yugam, @Fiora Di Angelo
Gain the Vulnerable state
Bramble Progress: 190/???
Twisting vines led to... more brambles. There was no longer a path in sight. Where had they gone? Was Yugam not leading them to a safe path? But the way forward was beheld by naught but twisting thorns. The way back was gone, as well, and so was the floor. Nothing remained-only the thorns were left.
"...dangerous. Rebellious... I feel he might..."
A voice could be heard. It was faint, as if strangled by the wicked foliage, but was there nonetheless. It was distinct from the previous faces that the deceiver had taken, a voice of its' own. You felt almost as if you were falling. What was he saying..?
"...installed... failsafe... case..."
Notice
You are entering a Dominion. Prepare yourselves, and good luck.
The warning on your UI shook you out of a reverie, both from how it shook you out of your personal thoughts and as to how personal it had seemed-Did the UI always give instructions like this? The message was gone before you knew it, and all that remained on your HUD was the standard faire alongside a Confusion debuff that was just about at the end of its' rope. You also saw the whipping thorns that were approaching, a true attack for the first time you'd ever seen.
Three leap to the side, two leap back. The striking thorns leave marks in... more thorns. Everything was thorns and brambles, nothing was left untouched. What may have been cave stone was now warped into unrecognizable black pixels that emulated the darkness of a void.
That and the doll-that accursed doll. You had finally reached him.
"You... I've had just about enough of you. You really won't walk away? Hee, hee, hee..!
Just stay still for a moment... This won't hurt-not one bit."
The monster was here, and you would do something about him. This would be the last time that this doll would bring anyone the same misfortune as he had you.
CURRENT PLAYER STATUS - ALL STATS ARE BEFORE THE CYCLE BELOW
Sepulchre af Umbral
72 / 120
Curse (3) - A vector for other afflictions. Must be removed by leaving and going to a church. FAVOR
Toko
145 / 205
Curse (3) - A vector for other afflictions. Must be removed by leaving and going to a church. MARKED
Herculean Drakecon
93 / 125
Curse (2)
Yugam
59 / 100
IMMUNE
MARKED
Fiora di Angelo
99 / 160
Curse (8)
+1 Curse from negative thoughts.
Enemies
<<Rejiciunt, Vindictive Heart>>
1 / 1
Dominion: Cyclical Hate. When posting, take 5 retaliation damage. This effect persists even when Rejiciunt is dead.
Vengeance. Any player attacking Rejiciunt must immediately double their CURSE to do so.
Repeating Tragedy. If Rejiciunt is dead by the beginning of next cycle, it will revive.
Just So You Know, You're Obligated to Hurt Me. If Rejiciunt is alive by the beginning of next cycle, it will unleash a devastating attack against everyone still alive.
Brambles. There are four Brambles at the beginning of the fight. If there are less than four Brambles at the beginning of a cycle, one will spawn in a location based on the last Bramble to die. This effect persists even when Rejiciunt is dead.
<<Bramble>>
100 / 100
Unrelenting. At the end of a player's post, the Bramble furthest from that player will move 1 square towards that player. This happens as an Intermission. If Brambles are equally distant, I will choose which one to move.
Thorns. Any player entering or exiting the space a Bramble is in will immediately take 10 Retaliation damage. This damage will not apply if the Bramble moves into your space-only if you make the movement yourself.
<<Battle Map>>
Threadcode: 757C8
All characters are permitted one post this cycle.
There is no set posting order. Posts will be followed by an immediate update to the battle map. Post without an update at your own risk.
All actions are available to players at this time, as well as the ability to interact with options below.
The posting limit is set to 500 words (not including code).
This thread is primarily focused on progression of the objective. Additional communication may be done in our communications thread. Talking is a Free Action.
The thread will update in 48-72 Hours from now.
Actions
Altar
Sacrificial altars can be seen within the twisting thorns and breathing brambles. What are they, and what do they wish for you to sacrifice? You won't be able to tell until you reach one. They may very well be related to the failsafe you heard of from the voice-perhaps they have a way to kill the monster for good.
Herculean had crushed his way through the bramble till he came face to face with rejiciunt. He would have toko on his side and fiora behind him. In his limited time, he was a tank the two squishiest people in the back. He would focus his eyes on the weird sock puppet creature in front of him. As if the beast knew his intent a visible could of black magic fell on top of him. The evil magic had twisted the curse already on him to make add more to it. Above his curse turned into a black thorned crown that didn't do anything yet.
He would turn toko and fiora with a smile gripping his playful night."I'll keep this bastard busy should be easy enough to kill. You guys handle whatever spooky shit this guy has cooked up for us."He calls out to the creature running towards it spinning his playful night. He would twirl his weapon while grinning as he pointed at rejiciunt big letters appeared in his hud.
Taunting ([/COLOR][COLOR=rgb(226, 80, 65)]All aboard the pain train i am your conductor and you're the passenger.[/COLOR][COLOR=rgb(0, 0, 0)])
Dashing right up to the sock puppet leaping into the air and bringing down the weapon on top of its head. Apply his heroic form to the blow he would use his entire weight behind the blow. A piece of bramble would jam itself into his side cutting him. Growing another pair of arms he snapped the barb off bramble leaving it on his side.
The doll has fallen limp! The cloth rests on fallen vines, motionless. The room grows quiet. That does not mean it is safe. The brambles creep...
T
Toko
Guest
130 / 205
Adventurers Guild - Gold Rank
Curse Stacks [ 3 ]
Movement: D6 > E5
-10 DMG from E5 Bramble Retal
-5 DMG from Posting Retal
There wasn't much time to think shortly after the Lepus had wondered out loud what the quickly flashing notice on her HUD had been about, the brambles quickly seeming to cover absolutely everything around them until it transformed into the similar pixelated darkness that Toko remembered briefly seeing as they had entered the area with the altar not long ago.
"Well look at that, if it isn't our adorable friend...!"
She couldn't help the smirk that tugged at her lips as Rejiciunt finally came into view, the once adorable doll now wrapped with dark thorns as he faced the party head on. Hand clasped together before the hare worked on cracking her knuckles in preparation, watching as @Herculean Drakecon eagerly went ahead to taunt and bash the doll.
"Whatcha say, Fiora-chan, should we clean up the yard a bit?"
A look was given to @Fiora Di Angelo who had been standing behind Toko before the Lepus rushed forth into the nearest mass of tangled vines and thorns. A few found purchase in her skin, creating knicks and cuts as the hare forced her entry through them, before Toko pressed her hands onto the blackened ground beneath them. A sudden eruption of multiple sharply pointed stalagmites spouted forth around the space, effectively shredding through the weaker brambles as they crumbled around the area.
A glance backwards was given to @Yugam and @Sepulchre af Umbral, hoping that the duo would focus instead on the odd altars that peppered the area... if anyone in the party could make sense of them it would probably be them.
Movement: D7 -> A7 ( Rush ) -5 HP from Retaliation
The message flashed in Yu's face and disappeared just as quickly as it had come, a puzzled, concerned look appearing on his face before the world around them suddenly change, whatever illusion that had ensnared them shimmering and disappearing revealing the thorny world it had disguised. "Oh, I've got a bad feeling about this..." Yu muttered quietly just before a whip of bramble lashed out at them. Diving backwards, it took a moment for Yu to remember that he'd was literally diving into prickling barbs. Just a moment too late, as the man felt the spines claw at his clothing, grazing the side of his face as he rolled back to his feet.
The warm trickle of blood began to slowly flow down the man's face from his temple as the doll's inane chittering resumed, drawing out an annoyed growl from the man.
With Toko, Fiora and Herculean all in the front, that left Sepulchre and himself in the rear. A part of him wanted to lash out at the stupid doll, strike it down, but it would be too hasty. A quick look around the room told him there was more to all this than just smacking the tweed bastard around. Stone structures, scattered about the area's perimeter. And one word from the warning message had stuck in the man's head. 'Failsafe'.
Yu broke into a run towards the structure nearest him while calling over his shoulder to Sepulchre and pointing at the structure opposite. "Check that out! Time to play a hunch!" Yu said before then calling to the three vanguards. "Keep 'im busy!"
...Yet that was not so important to you, who could not see them. Before you was an altar within the thorns-a safe outcropping of stone between the thorns. As if warded from the place, the brambles would not near this altar. They waited patiently, knowing that you could not remain forever.
The altar knew otherwise. It gave offer to Yugam-it promised an end, yet warned him of a sin that had yet to be wiped clean. Punishment must first be given before the storm rolls past. Could he afford to refuse?
A7 - To Sacrifice Your Lips
One may offer their words to this altar-to do so is to devote your words and thoughts to God alone. You may activate this altar as a Bonus Action. If you do, you will lose the ability to take a Main Action on your turn. You may not activate this altar on the cycle in which you have otherwise spent a Main Action. Each cycle, your Main Action is instead spent in rapturous prayer of an unknown God. You may still take any number of Bonus Actions as available.
The sons of Levi: Gershon, Kohath and Merari.
The sons of Kohath:
Amram, Izhar, Hebron and Uzziel.
The children of Amram:
Aaron, Moses and Miriam.
The sons of Aaron:
Nadab, Abihu, Eleazar and Ithamar.
Eleazar was the father of Phinehas,
Phinehas the father of Abishua, Abishua the father of Bukki...
CURSE (3) Favored
Movement: D7 -> G7 (Dash) -5 HP from Retaliation
Sepulchre's enthusiam fades as the doll's murmurings lure faer in, faer eagerness for unraveling the mystery of this place and their host draw faer dangerously in as fae strains to hear what's being muttered. 'He might be'... could that be referring to the wolf they made their sacrifices to? Wait, that was a different voice! The wolf once again? Sepulchre lets out a startled yelp as the HUD notifications shock faer out of faer musings, and fae fuss over straightening faer clothes and snapping faer attention to the last person fae noticed speaking: @Toko. By the time fae had processed what the lepus was asking, their adorable doll guide had revealed itself through the brambles and demanded the group's attention.
Fae gave Toko an apologetic smile followed by a flash of encouragement as the lepus dashed forward to do what she does best, delivering an impressive show of geomancy and fist-pummeling. The Faerin blinks at her glance backwards, glancing over at @Yugam to see if he knew what it meant, only to be shocked he was already sprinting away. "H-Hey!" Sepulchre starts to call out after him indignantly before biting down on faer bottom lip as a wave of old emotions hit. Before fae has time to falter, the kid turned and gestured to the other stone structure with a shout. Sepulchre's face floods with relief and fae nod in acknowledgement, bouncing back with an energetic "On it!"
Without further prompting, Sepulchre dashes off in the opposite direction, summoning up a wave of spirit magic to sweep faer over to faer target with greater speed than short little Faerin feet can manage.
Rolls
Rush
Spend your action to double your movement this cycle.
The brambles creep... They have overtaken Herculean's space!
Sepulchre approaches the bleak altar hidden within the brambles, that which called out to faer like any other fascinating secret of the black tangles. It promised strength, offering naught but hardship in spades in return. This pain was necessary-it was a sign of life. Growth flourished above crowns of scars, provided that one did not break apart underneath the weight.
Was this a weight that Sepulchre could be willing to bear?
G7 - To Sacrifice Your Spirit
One may offer their spirit to this altar-to do so is to devote your mind and heart to God alone. You may activate this altar as a Bonus Action. If you do, your soul will undertake the weight of relentless pain, never knowing why or who to blame.
You will gain 2 CURSE at the beginning of every Cycle. It becomes hard to distinct who is truly on your side, though this need not affect you mechanically.
Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.
As if the doll had taken explicit offense, the world around them begun to shift as everything happened to become thorny, sinister even. A world of pain where their UI felt a tad too personal with it's pop up messages, and the vines had decided to become everything they could step on.
Yu's insightful commentary only got her scowling at the man, yet she had no time to react at that before their little doll became a thorny mess, and the forest, as if consumed by it's wrath, decided to shift into an arena of it's own with structures at a distance, the closest being right at their sides.
"ALRIGHT time for your ass kicki-"She couldn't keep with her promise once combat initiated. @Herculean Drakecon had rushed ahead to take on the doll himself, with @Yugam playing fetch boy with the ominous looking altars alongside the little gremlin they had for a healer.
"Whatcha say, Fiora-chan, should we clean up the yard a bit?"
"Hah, but we ain't gettin' paid enough for dealing with this crap! Alright, you take the front, I'll cover fuckboy." Fiora winked back at her, giving her blade a little twirl as she set her sights on the dark-haired speedrunner, and the many brambles that stalked not so far from him. Fiora reached forth, heading headfirst in combat with nature, blades of arcane spinning outwards around her like lawnmowers ready to shred their thorny foes away, only for them to retaliate in full.
At least, this meant Yu himself would stay safe, and the focus would be all on her.
Rolls
Moving from D6 to B6
Attacking B6's brambles Protect
1d100 (17) + 15 + 10 = 42 42 damage
Give 1 ally in your zone the Protected status (@Yugam) Arcanamancy | Fiora Di Angelo | 757C8
Nothing good would last forever. When the doll inevitably awoke, it came with a furious cry. It could be heard in every shadow of every thorn and creeped into your ears like molasses. The roaring did not cease, it did not falter-the forest of brambles was furious, and never again would it let you be ignorant of this.
It was you who came here. You are at fault.
You have caused this pain to the lord. You are at fault.
In your pride you did not let bygones be-this cycle was made by YOUR hands!
You are at fault.
You are at fault. This is your fault.
...I've shown enough mercy. My kindness has passed. Don't you dare beg now... It's far too late. Die, already! I've seen enough! Float no longer, drowning rats!Your bodies I will CASTIGATE!
The thorns grew sharp-or was it that your nerves grew more sensitive? The words of the roaring brambles consumed your thoughts. Your mind was set on your retribution. Every curl of lancing pain was acutely felt crawling beneath your skin, worming its' way through your flesh as it spread. What was once small pricks through your boot was now a source of agony on its' own.
Your UI was breaking. Pixilating. Perhaps it was just the tears that had welled up in your ducts.
If you knew what was right, you would die in our brambles. Lie peacefully and repent.
This feeling-the words that bit behind them-paused for a moment. It was interrupted, even the howling of the forest itself, as a pop-up displayed... in front of the doll.
Notice
Your negative thoughts will be punished. You have recieved 1 stack of CURSE.
...What?
You had no idea that the doll's mouth could even move, much less curl into a frown. It was befuddled for a moment's time. A faceless head turned towards the rude-mouthed Fiora first, then instead in a clockwise turn that began with Sepulchre. He was searching for something.
What is this? Is this some kind of joke? Who did this..? You..?
The roaring resumed in that time, and the horrible thoughts returned to peel open your skull and slowly prod what lie beneath it. His face was a smile. It grew so, so large... and different, to boot-the cloth on his head was twisting into the likeness of something else-someone else.
Why, I don't mind if I do, then! HeeheahahhAHH!
It had adopted the face of Yugam on itself. The image was... not exactly spitting, but it was there all the same. It looked almost like an insulting caricature of the man.
That caricature stared you down, judging you. The thoughts of self-hatred just felt so much worse when there was a gaze behind the words.
How long would you be able to bear this? And what if it got worse?
--Enemies--
<<Rejiciunt, Vindictive Heart>>
1 / 1
Dominion: Cyclical Hate. When posting, take 5 retaliation damage. This effect persists even when Rejiciunt is dead.
Vengeance. Any player attacking Rejiciunt must immediately double their CURSE to do so.
Repeating Tragedy. If Rejiciunt is dead by the beginning of next cycle, it will revive.
Just So You Know, You're Obligated to Hurt Me. If Rejiciunt is alive by the beginning of next cycle, it will unleash a devastating attack against everyone still alive.
Brambles. There are four Brambles at the beginning of the fight. If there are less than four Brambles at the beginning of a cycle, one will spawn in a location based on the last Bramble to die. This effect persists even when Rejiciunt is dead.
<<Bramble>>
B2
100 / 100
B6
58 / 100
D4
100 / 100
E4
100 / 100
Unrelenting. At the end of a player's post, the Bramble furthest from that player will move 1 square towards that player. This happens as an Intermission. If Brambles are equally distant, I will choose which one to move.
Thorns. Any player entering or exiting the space a Bramble is in will immediately take 10 Retaliation damage. This damage will not apply if the Bramble moves into your space-only if you make the movement yourself.
Enemy Actions
From <<Rejiciunt, Vindictive Heart>>
Guilt. At the beginning of your post, you gain a penalty to all rolls until the end of this Cycle. This penalty is -5 for every stack of curse afflicted on you. At the beginning of your post after this, before you make any other actions, you may make a Will Saving roll against a DC of 50 to remove this effect.
Curse (3) - A vector for other afflictions. Must be removed by leaving and going to a church. FAVOR
Toko
130 / 205
Curse (3) - A vector for other afflictions. Must be removed by leaving and going to a church. MARKED
Herculean Drakecon
78 / 125
Curse (4)
Yugam
56 / 100
(+2 hp gained from Fiora's Guard)
IMMUNE
MARKED
Fiora di Angelo
74 / 160
Curse (9)
+1 Curse from negative thoughts.
<<Battle Map>>
Threadcode: 757C9
All characters are permitted one post this cycle.
There is no set posting order. Posts will be followed by an immediate update to the battle map. Post without an update at your own risk.
All actions are available to players at this time, as well as the ability to interact with options below.
The posting limit is set to 500 words (not including code). Posts over this limit will be treated as invalid.
This thread is primarily focused on progression of the objective. Additional communication may be done in our communications thread. Talking is a Free Action.
The thread will update in 48-72 Hours from now.
Altars
A7 - To Sacrifice Your Lips
One may offer their words to this altar-to do so is to devote your words and thoughts to God alone. You may activate this altar as aBonus Action. If you do, you will lose the ability to take a Main Action on your turn. You may not activate this altar on the cycle in which you have otherwise spent a Main Action. Each cycle, your Main Action is instead spent in rapturous prayer of an unknown God. You may still take any number of Bonus Actions as are available to you.
This altar is currently Inactive. Anyone may activate this altar.
The sons of Levi: Gershon, Kohath and Merari.
The sons of Kohath:
Amram, Izhar, Hebron and Uzziel.
The children of Amram:
Aaron, Moses and Miriam.
The sons of Aaron:
Nadab, Abihu, Eleazar and Ithamar.
Eleazar was the father of Phinehas,
Phinehas the father of Abishua, Abishua the father of Bukki...
G7 - To Sacrifice Your Spirit
One may offer their spirit to this altar-to do so is to devote your mind and heart to God alone. You may activate this altar as aBonus Action. If you do, your soul will undertake the weight of relentless pain, never knowing why or who to blame.
You will gain 2 CURSE at the beginning of every Cycle. It becomes hard to distinct who is truly on your side, though this need not affect you mechanically.
This altar is currently Inactive. Anyone may activate this altar.
Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.
Actions
Tweed Doll (Yugam)
This doll was made to be sacrificed, made to unleash your hate upon. You may expend this doll in place of the cost of ONE sacrifice, negating the penalty you would otherwise receive.
Code:
[hp=current]max[/hp]
[status]
CURSE (X)
Moved From (X) to (Y)
Has Sacrificed (X)
[/status]
Post here
[action]
Type choice and roll result here
[/action]
Link Play Sheet Here
CURSE (6)
(Staying in the same zone)
Has Sacrificed (X)
-10 from bramble
Herculean effortlessly smashed the doll thing but realized something was very wrong. Everything he fought so far into terropshere didn't die this easily. Twirling, a bramble could suddenly stab him in the back like a scorpion tail. In his heroic form, he would grow an arm grabbing it and snapping off the branch. Forcing the sharp bard from his back painfully. The doll-like creature got back up and started taunting everyone and he would grin. Finally, something that would be pretty good even if it came back a million times he would be there to squash it.
This time he would have to activate every time he came back to the life he was going to smash it again. Putting away his playful night and cracked his knuckles. Leaping onto the doll-like creature and began to beat it to death with his bare hands. Each punch was harder than the last till it was dead again Standing over it ready for round three should it come back up.
Rolls
Save
1d100 (81) + 0 = 81
Will | Herculean Drakecon | 757c9
Movement: E5 > D4
-5 DMG from Posting Retal
-10 DMG from D4 Bramble Retal
Before any festivities could be had the doll had shifted once more, returning to its float-y state as it cried out in anger at the ragtag party that had dared encroach into it's bramble-y nest. "Dude, no one likes a try-hard... just give up already and die!" However something had seemingly interrupted Rejiciunt's speech, and for the first time the Lepus got to witness the doll pull a frown on its face as it seemed to be searching for something.
"Oh, fuck no...!"
She'd watched, first in confusion and later in disbelief, as the cloth that made the doll's face have begun to reshape itself... a caricature-like visual of Yugam's face now displayed on the sentient doll of nightmares that caused a shiver tu run up the rabbit's spine. Toko had all the intention of smacking the creature over the head—after all, how dare it try to portray itself as one of her friends—but she was beaten to the punch—quite literally—by the saltwater crocodile who delivered another beatdown on Rejiciunt instead.
"Hey, Herc... you alright there, bud?" It was then she finally noticed it, the way the dark tendrils on the man's skin spread substantially... the same tendrils Toko's skin had sported since their fight with one (1) Delilah not long ago. "Maybe we trade roles for a bit, eh?"
She stepped closer to the man, shrugging off the brambles that threatened to cling onto her armor and skin, before a hand reached to grasp the crocodile's shoulder ina reassuring gesture. Red eyes turned then to the brambles all around them, a frown on Toko's face before she strained to gather magical energy between her palms. With Herculean so close she didn't felt comfortable enough to clear the bramble the same way as before, and instead six small orbs of cosmic energy were formed.
Once compressed enough the small shining stars were set forth to different parts of the brambles that Toko could see, intending to nick this at the source... before watching as two of the small stars fizzled out of existence before they could deliver any damage. The other four proceeded to glow brightly as their energy was concentrated, before four small supernovas exploded in rapid succession to deal substantial damage on the dark thorny tendrils... though not enough to clear the space in its entirety, to the hare's chagrin.
Guilt Will Save
1d100 (15) + 40 + -15 = 40 -15 to all rolls for duration of C9 Will | Toko | 757C9
Movement: A7 > B6 > B5 > C4 > D4 ( Rush ) -10 HP from entering Bramble D4 -5 HP from Dominion: Cyclical Hate.
A voice began to murmur in Yu's ears as he approached the stone monument, whispers reciting forgotten rites. For just a moment, everything going on beyond the altar's thorny walls ceased to exist as the whispers pervaded Yu's mind. Names, names of sons. Biblical. Yu recognized the passage, but from what book and why, he couldn't remember. And there was most certainly not a note in his journal that could possibly help here.
Shouting from outside the spiny confines of the altar drew Yu's attention back to the present, and the others fought against bramble and the doll. The doll? Yu looked at the marionette in his own hands, near identical from the floating stuffed puppet from before. A sacrifice maybe?
Nearby, the swift blade of Fiora cut through the bramble towards him. Crimson eyes flicked from her to the other stone altars that surrounded them. Five in total. Five players.
"Fiora!" Yu shouted as he broke from the cover and the altar towards the woman. "Altar! Pray! Go!" he shouted at her, pointing behind him as he sped past, skirting around the clawing branches towards Herculean and Toko.
"Sepulchre! The altar north of you! Get to that one and start doing whatever! I got that one!"
CURSE (3) Favored -5 from posting
Moved From (G7) to (G3)
Sepulchre shudders from the chill of the altar's beckoning and again from the doll's roar, faer thorny curse marks writhing in response to their kin's - the brambles - chanting and they try to jab and dig into their victim's skin to no avail.
Fae turn faer focus to the doll, eyes wide as it rises and twists its cloth visage into the gruesome caricature of the Gryffindor edgelord, a spark of excitement there alongside horror as the glitched notification didn't escape faer notice. "Oi! Our host is afraid of us, we're on the right track!" the Faerin calls out encouragingly to the rest of the party.
Fae swallow hard and turn to address the altar before them, but before fae can touch it @Yugam's shout reaches Sepulchre and fae hastily snatches back faer hand. "H-huh? Er, alright! All yours, Gryffindor hotshot!"Fae secure faer grimoire and dash off to investigate the next altar.
Rolls
Rush
Spend your action to double your movement this cycle.
