Faction Solvale (Mini Event) One Little Sheep, Two Go to Sleep

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The beginning of March has brought gargantuan rain clouds to Cloud Pasture where they have been emptying a river worth of water down onto the steeply-sloped hill, washing Gretchen's beloved sheep all the way down to the bottom of the hill. With the rainstorm turning the path up to Gretchen's estate into a mud slurry, anyone who is remotely sane has already left the lost sheep to die. Well, all but one of golden hair and steely blue eyes. The drenched young lad looked up at the peak, which had been shrouded by the rain with his teeth gritted, a sheep tucked under his left arm while another slung over his shoulder on the opposite side.

Francis! Baba! I won't let you drown down here. We've got to get you guys back to the pasture up top.



Big talk for a lone Lion with only two arms and almost an entire shuddering flock looking at him with their beady eyes.

Damn... I wonder if I can teach sheep how to carry themselves... There are too many sheep for these babies to carry. (He beckons his right and left biceps).


With the rain increasing in intensity, Chad noticed and called out to you, shouting over the rain.

Hey you! Yeah, you! The one with the face and hair. Can you help me escort the flock up top? A weather nerd from the MIT rushed me here because this area is going to get flooded soon. These muscle-less creatures won't be able to fend for themselves down here, so we gotta get them up there. You with me?


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Objective:
  • Help Chad get the flock up to the pasture
  • 7/12 sheep must survive
How to Play:
  • This thread is open to the first 5 people who joins.
  • The first cycle involves coaxing or grabbing two sheep before you begin the climb.
  • Chad's got 2 sheep, so the remaining 10 must be wrangled and taken ahold of through your Expertise.
  • Expertise Check (Any) DC 35. Thread Code: 246C1.
  • You don't want to fail.
  • Cycle 2 will start after 5 people have posted.
  • If you need help with the dice play, see: Play Sheet Guide

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Having already been in the area due to a cartography mission from the Explorer's League, Ru looked over towards the direction of some shouting.

Face and hair? The description sounded awfully vague, and conveniently all encompassing. In fact, one could argue that Ru fit the bill almost perfectly! Head turning towards the one hollering for assistance, his ears perked as he looked sympathetically towards the flock of sheep innocently ambling about while waiting for their deaths. Not one to ask for specifics in times of urgency, a lone hand would rise to form a thumbs up, indicating his willingness to assist.

Approaching a few of the flock on his own accord, the beads gathering around Ru's wrist began to circle in a rhythmic fashion as he guided his mana. A gentle light washed over the creatures, offering both comfort and a soothing presence. Divine aura radiated softly with benevolence in order to draw them away from the valley of death. "Here, little ones… follow the fluffy bunny to safety. Here sheepy, sheepy, sheepy…"

The flock seemed rather uninterested though as they continued to graze without a care in the world.

Sheep Rescued: 2/12​

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Expertise Check
1d100 (28) + 5 = 33 [Fail]
Presence (I accidentally did Awareness in rolls) | Ru Ning | 246C1


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Growing stronger had become too much of a priority in Ilya's life. All work, no play? It was time she took some time off. So that was how she had found her way to Solvale, It had been raining and Ilya found herself closing her eyes, letting in a deep breath. She let the thick air fill her lunges taking it all in before letting it out. I love rainy weather... It just makes me feel so playful. A voice interrupted her, calling her over to help. Ilya let out a hefty sigh, no matter where I go.. there's always something to do. She meandered over towards the blondie. "I suppose I can help, despite it being my day off." She huffed a little before turning to face the sheep. Wouldn't I just scare them, i'm a friggin Lion.

Ilya began to grow annoyed as she attempted to wrangle up a sheep. Her approach honestly could have been better... Instead of being able to grab hold of a sheep they kept scuttling away from her, the scent of fear growing stronger and stronger the longer that the poor lion tried. "I think it's best you find someone else to be honest, I'm not exactly meant to be wrangling prey. I'll just scare them all half to death." Ilya gestured towards the set of ears that sat atop her head, visibly pointing out that she was indeed related to a line of predators that killed sheep either for survival or for fun.

Wait a second.. If I change my approach a little? Ilya took a deep breath and calmed her irritation and spirit. Rather than approaching the sheep as a predator about to take the life of a poor little lost lamb, Ilya approached carefully. She let out little noises to try and coax the sheep towards her rather than chase after them to grab them. Her efforts were successful as the two sheep that had been sputtering in all sorts of directions began to head towards her instead. She stood up with a grin on her face, one sheep in each hand. "Scratch that, never mind! I got them!"

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Expertise Check
1d100 (5) + 25 = 30 [Fail]
Fitness | Ilya | 246

Twice Activated (extra action granted) | Ilya | 246

Expertise Check

1d100 (23) + 25 = 48 [Success]
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Pete Simpson had been walking aimlessly because...reasons when he got yelled at by some guy with impressive arms. Now, normally, Pete would just wave and carry on, but when the guy yelling at you had impressive arms, well, it would be pretty dumb to just wave and carry on. Hesitantly, Pete approached the jock and did what he was told. Not unlike the sheep he was supposed to carry. He wasn't quite sure what the point of all this was, but again, the guy had some impressive arms. Pete only had noodles for arms, so he dared not yell back. Dem guns be scary.

"Uhh, I guess I'm with you, guy I just met," Pete gave him an awkward thumbs-up before scurrying towards the sheep. Despite his lack of impressive arms, Pete managed to lift one under each arm, though he was cheating with his Rings of Saturnine. Or at least that's how it went in his head. Sometimes, daydreams don't always become reality. Okay, not just sometimes. It was definitely most of the time for Pete.

This time, however, it seemed Pete's luck was on his side. With his Rings of Saturnine no doubt. With a huff and a puff, Pete was able to make into reality his daydream, getting the sheep under his less impressive arms. He turned to the guy with the more impressive arms and gave him a thumbs-up, as much of a thumbs-up as he could. "Hey, this isn't as hard as I thought it would be, mate."

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Expertise Check
1d100 (56) + 0 = 56 [Success]
Fitness | Pete Simpson | 246C1


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"This isn't quite what I had in mind when I was expecting an action packed adventure on the lamb, mistah..." Chimney lamented, trying to slog her way uphill in the pounding rain. The tophat proved a merciful barrier to the deluge, preventing total weather blindness. Nearing two of the sheep, she scooped one up under each arm and began to hike up in Chad's wake, ignoring their bleats of protest.

"Sheeee-esh, ya's some fluffy bastards even when soaked, ain't cha? Smell worse'n a wet dog though. You little bastards could really use this shower huh? Do they not toss ya in the laundry from time to time or nothin'?"

Looking about at the others who were helping to wrangle all the little lost livestock, she let out a sympathetic whistle. It seemed some were having troubles, which made sense given the severity of the storm above them... If it weren't for her brute-force approach, she doubted she'd be able to have handled them herself.

"Ya know this ain't so bad as far as escort missions go?"

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Expertise Check
1d100 (87) + 5 = 92

Fitness | Chimney | 246c1


 

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Sol had come across the situation by accident, caught up in the rain as it slowed down her traversing. She was surprised at the sudden voice calling out to her in the darkness, along with the bleating sound of sheep in the distance. Upon approaching the figure closer and hearing the situation, she decided, Why not? She couldn't just stand by and watch a bunch of sheep potentially meet their doom. She wasn't a great person, but she wasn't a bad person.

Nodding in the man's general direction and looking towards the sheep, she began to move towards them as swiftly as possible as one could do in the pouring rain. She must have been going quicker than the weather would allow her at the moment though, because it was that moment that- Whoop! She slipped.

Her body hit the ground for only a moment before she was back up on her feet again, muttering under her breath to herself as she quickly pushed some fresh mud off her fit before moving back towards the sheep. Carefully balancing two in her arms, she let out a quick sigh, "You guys better be grateful." she grumbled quietly towards the struggling sheep, before marching her way up behind Chad, following the other adventurer's in front of her.

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Expertise Check
1d100 (30) + 5 = 35 [Success]
Fitness | Sol | 246C1

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No time to care for the clothes and the way she looked right now. A Lion was asking her to save some sheep. Not the most fancy of jobs, but considering the figure was doing it, who can decline after seeing a man do what many would shy away from. Despite her cold expression, she looked around for the fluffy coats while spotting others who are trudging through the storm to aid.

Finally, she spots a run away pair. Well then someone got to them. She was starting to think perhaps she was not exactly needed at the moment. Maybe there was some other sheep to save. Okami pulls herself through the wind and rain, before hearing a cry and two white clouds in the air.

Wait white clouds in a rainstorm?

Okami tracks them and makes use of her Dynamism powers. A burst of speed and an upward facing rock. Watching the way the sheep flew, she angles her run as she goes and launches herself off the rock. An acrobatic flip and she grabs the poor sheep right out the sky. Now landing was the problem. A pool of mud was her best bet it seems. A loud splat, and she lands into the deep mud.

A bit of pulling herself out, the rain washing the mud off her body slowly. But she had two fine and healthy sheep in her arms and that's what mattered. Quickly she moved herself up to the other adventurers and Chad. Despite the displeased expression, she was pretty happy inside.

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Expertise Check
1d100 (66) + 0 = 66

Fitness | Hanasakura Okami | 246C1


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@Ilya the sheep were kicking you as hard as they could to get out of your grip, although one did jump out for a brief second, you managed to wrangle it at the last minute. Chad shouted to you

Nice catch, blondie! Your sheep curling was hella impressive!" grinning like an idiot.


The same Lion, couldn't tell that @Pete Simpson was cheating at all with his ring-use, returning the young man's Traveler gesture with his own.

When he saw the girl with the strange top hat (@Chimney) coming out of the veil of rain to scoop up the two panicking sheep, he waited a few seconds for her to catch up before he shouted to her,

You speak kinda funny, are you Tertorian by any chance? I heard from a Traveler that those folks speak like you and wear really colorful clothing backward.


When the strapping Lion saw the red-headed Beastfolk @Sol grabbing two sheep and expertly balanced it with her arms he flashed a huge grin,

Mina! Tutu! Aren't you guys happy to be picked up by such a cute girl? Come on, follow me, horn-girl!



@Ru Ning your approach terrified the fluffy white creatures, who fled the moment they heard you. They didn't run very far before they were caught by a powerful gust that lifted them and would have sucked them into the angry vortex of winds had it not been for @Hanasakura Okami swooping in to catch the bleating creatures at the last minute.

Chad waved to the Lion who came at the last minute, giving her a nod of acknowledgement before sliding closer to her and Ru.

So uh… don't tell Levi about this. I wasn't assigned to this sheep mission by the dispatcher, but the closest Lion would have taken another 10 minutes to show up, I couldn't let the fluffy white things get blown away in that time. He's gonna get real mad if he heard about me bleating over some sheep… I don't want to spend another night washing dishes…


With the six-man-woman party assembled. The difficult part has begun: the climb up the mud slurry. With firm eyes and twitching muscles, Chad led the expedition into the domain of the angry rain, enduring the wet beatdown as he embedded his feet into the ground, using his and the sheep's weight to plant himself so the winds can't just toss him.

Now, the challenge was how to keep the group together and moving up at the same time. Chad doesn't have the mind for it, his only solution is to brute force the climb. With his greatsword strapped to his back, Chad leaned forward and used the weight of his entire being to press forward shielding the rest of the group behind him from the oncoming gusts.

Cycle 2 – 246C2

Skill Challenge

  • To get to the midway point, you must make a Mastery Check (DC 37), actively using your mastery somehow to fight the winds and help your party press forward.
  • 5/7 people must succeed, or the entire group will lose.
  • When you write your post, don't narrate your success or failure, I will take care of that part.
  • There is no posting order.

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"Tertorian? Nah, I think I'm like some kinda a Gemini or some such, ya know?" Chimney called back to Chad through the pouring rain and biting winds.
"My mother, she was the taurus or torian or whatever ya mentioned. A real stubborn bitch, god rest her soul. She's not dead mind you, I just mostly wish she was on account of she wishes I was and the like? It's a sort of an interesting family dynamic she and I have going on, where instead of like all that love and support and wanting the best for one another there's like uh... subpoenas and restraining orders 'cause it's like you go into work one day and you're leafing through your mail and ya see you're under an audit since dear old ma is making fake W2's in your name to try and claim you as a dependant and steal your tax returns and it's just a whole big thing. Honestly, not even sure why you brought it up... A bit personal, pal."

Pausing for a rare breath, the woman looked around at the muddy defiance of the hill and let out a loud TSK of disapproval.

"I ain't got time for this!" she grumbled loudly, focusing her attention on the ground before her, trying to slow it down with her chronomancy so that the ground took longer to give under the weight of her footsteps, and the water flowed by slower and proved less of a torrent.

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Mastery Check
1d100 (42) + 5 = 47

Chronomancy | Chimney | 246c2


 

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Ignoring his 'cute' comment, Sol pressed on behind Chad, Horn girl. She supposed that was the name that she deserved. She had made the choice at character creation to have horns anyway. What made her make that decision? Well, it was quite simply that they looked cool.

As the group continued forward, slugging through the rain and the mud, Sol found her teeth chattering away in the cold. The rain did make it so that she was absolutely freezing, and she could imagine that the rest of them felt that way as well. Cold did very little to help people move faster, and time was of the essence with the more that the rain fell down.

Pausing for only a minute to send a dirty look upwards at a woman who would just not stop talking, Sol reached out her hands in front of her to the best of her ability, attempting to heat up the swirling air around her and herself so that the air felt warmer and she could act as a heat generator. She wasn't sure it would entirely work in the pouring rain, but it was worth a shot.

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Mastery Check
1d100 (31) + 5 = 36 [Fail]
Pyromancy | Sol | 246c2

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"Nice save!" A small exclamation of joy burst forth from Ru's lips as he watched with horror as the two sheep were carried away. Their timely and dramatic rescue however brought him a sigh of relief as he nodded towards the lass that had saved them. He then refocused his attention towards the man that had initially organized their efforts while letting out a chuckle. "Better rephrased, we must hold on till reinforcements arrive, yes?"

Glancing at the others, the lepis quickly decided on a course of action, taking inspiration from those around him. "I will assist in breaking through the storm. Can another hand help with making sure the flock doesn't stray?" Without waiting for response he began to channel his mana once more, beads spinning daintily about his wrist. An ethereal glow filled with divine might began to radiate out from the man, forming a dome like shield sparsely inlay with runic patterns. Though not entirely effective against the wind and rain, it ought to at least help them carve a path forward.

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Mastery Check
1d100 (65) + 5 = 70

Divine Magic | Ru Ning | 246C2


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"Then let's try our best, and maybe if we succeed, then you won't have to wash dishes when you get found out." Ilya grinned before focusing on the task. The wind was buffeting her and the party, causing her hair to go flying in every single random direction. The rain whistling and flashing down, her clothes were entirely soaked. While Chad was trying to buffet them from above, Ilya would move towards the back. Ilya was a fighter, not some support so she didn't know how to do much out of combat besides basic healing through her divine magic. She planted her feet to the ground as her companions used their magic in an attempt to help aid them in moving upwards.

Ilya tasked herself with making sure she was at the back, just in case anyone would slip or in case a sheep would escape. She relied on her strength, with others taking up the magic, I can at least do this. If anyone were to slip or if anything were to go wrongly, Ilya would be there to try and stop it from happening, using her body as a pillow. Surely her strength would be enough to keep standing, even if someone were to fall? She had to put the courage in herself, as she had positioned herself to be the last line of "defense" if someone were to lose their footing. Ilya would try and become the 'safety net' for the party. "Don't worry, if you guys lose a sheep or lose you're footing, i've gotchu." The task she had given herself almost felt perfect, as rather than two sheep she was holding one. That left her other hand open and ready to grab hold of anything and everything.

Each step she took was heavy as she imbued her body with her martial arts. Her grip tightened ever so slightly on the singular sheep she was holding, hoping the winds wouldn't pick up even stronger and cause the sheep to get loose. Ilya took one step after another, her body heavily pushing into the ground so she wouldn't lose her ground. The sound of the mud squelching around her bare feet most likely couldn't be heard by anyone but her, as the downpour was ever so loud.

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Mastery Check
1d100 (90) + 25 = 115 [Success]
Martial Arts | Ilya | 246C2


 

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Pete squinted at the daunting mud slurry before them. He wasn't quite sure if he could make it, but realizing that he was in fact able to lift two sheep without much trouble, he accepted the idea that maybe, just maybe, he would be able to do this, too. Can the Rings of Saturnine provide him with another miracle? Bloody worth a try, innit? With a huff and a puff, Pete steeled himself and took his first step, following after the man with the impressive arms and the rest of their makeshift party.

Despite making his first three steps with difficulty, the Rings of Saturnine decided right then and there to aid their wielder. The winds that had initially proven to be too stubborn against the newb suddenly parted right in front of him, as if making way for his ascent. Huh? What's going on? Only then, after a quick stolen glimpse at the Tempest Ring of Baal did Pete realize that the namesake lesser goddess was aiding him in this strange endeavor. Oh, thanks, Baal!

As if on cue, a furious roar of wind pushed him forward, almost making him stumble with both sheep panicking under his arms. Pete was quick to calm them down with soothing mouth sounds before grimacing. As he expected, the lesser goddess of Tempest was not a kind deity. Only one of them was, only one of the two rings' owners, and it was most definitely not Baal. Where the other, Buer, was kindness first, rules later, which did not always sit in with Pete himself, Baal was more all over the place.

Baal did not care about others, only herself, putting first her own freedom above all. She shared the same disdain against rules with Buer, that much Pete had managed to learn, but beyond that, nothing else. That alone was a curiosity for the wearer of the Rings of Saturnine, for why would these two seemingly unrelated lesser goddesses find themselves fused together as one? Something doesn't add up. Or maybe, just maybe, Pete wasn't that strong enough to know the truth. Unlockable content? Sure, why not?

Pete pressed forward with a massive grin on his face, shaking his head, the weight of the sheep never an issue, as the winds that avoided him allowed respite from an otherwise turbulent path forward. This world... It's so much better than my own. Is it too much to wish to stay here forever? Be very careful what you wish for, Pete Simpson. Better curryfolk men have learned that lesson the hard way, the dead way.

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Mastery Check
1d100 (43) + 0 = 43
Aeromancy | Pete Simpson | 246C2


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Okami made no show of her emotion. It was endearing in a way how the Captain put himself before others. He was first here even though he was not even dispatched here. An example to live by on what it truly meant to be a Lion. Okami shakes her head absentmindedly before speaking to her superior.

"Fret not Captain of the Lions, you are merely upholding the values of the Lion Arms. If doing a good deed meant trudging through storm just for the safety of livestock then I see nothing wrong with it," Okami of course did not fully understood the dynamic between Chad and Levi, so perhaps it was more a personal thing that she lacked the context for. Regardless, she moved in her Captain's wake. The large figure served as a bit of shelter against the blistering winds. At their pace, they would take a while to climb.

Each member of this trip up contributed in some way or used some kind of method to make their climb easier. Whether being warmed by the crimson one, or having the confidence of aid if she were to fall. Okami knew that she need in kind contribute to the cause. So perhaps she can add her allies in increasing the speed of their climb. The wind pushed them down, so she will have her allies move faster than the wind itself.

Channeling energy, she blesses Ru, Ilya and Chad with power of Haste. Since Ru and Chad acted like a vanguard, their added speed would certainly aid in pushing them further up the hill. As for Ilya, Okami was sure the added speed would keep her from missing anyone who happens to fall behind.

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Haste
1d4 (4) = 4
+4 movement between up to 3 targets

Hanasakura Okami | 246C2

Mastery Check
1d100 (19) + 0 = 19 [Fail]

Dynamism | Hanasakura Okami | 246C2


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I'm not sure what I'm hearing exactly, but it sounds like you had a real hard time growing up. You should believe in yourself, and trust your own ability to solve problems. My problems are a lot simpler, but I just do what I can even if I can't. He nodded at the tophat girl.


And so, the climb began. Chad led in the front, eating a face full of wind and rain while he was up to his waist in the mud slurry. The only thing keeping him down were his mass and equipment.

@Chimney - Your slow field was effective in giving your group the time to properly find their footing on the climb. Success

@Sol - Although your fire did warm yourself and others, the rainstorm was far too strong to properly aid the group in the freezing cold. Failure

@Ru Ning - Your barrier was completely useless against the elements, BUT it did block rocks being thrown about by the winds. You can feel the barrier buzz as the projectiles bounce off your sphere. Success

@Ilya - You walking behind the group provided a safety net that did come into effect when @Ru Ning flew backward from a misstep (1d6 (3) = 3), you had got the youth. Success

@Pete Simpson - You obsess over a party member while climbing. At least your wind magic helped reduce the impact of the winds some even if something else plagued your mind. Success

@Hanasakura Okami - Haste did speed the group up, but it was largely held back by the difficult terrain that requires more finesse and foresight to get past. Failure

Cycle 2 Result: ✓ ✓ ✓ ✓ ✓ ✗ ✗

@Hanasakura Okami while you're fighting against the extreme weather, the ground beneath you gave way. You had no choice but to quickly recover your step, but in the process lose a sheep as it slipped out of your grasp. The beating white fluff tumbled down the hill, disappearing in the thick shroud of rain.

Sheep Count: 11/12 (1d4 (1) = -1)

NOOOOO!!! BAARY! Dammit all!! Chad was in tears, but gritted his teeth to fight through the group's loss as he shouted to the rest. We have to continue up, come on, hang in there, don't get blown away, stay with me. RRAGR!


Moment later, the ground beneath the group quaked. After arriving at the midway point, the groups now stare at the face of death that came in the form of a brown avalanche of mud, dirt, rock, and water heading directly for the seven and their sheep.

Cycle 3: The Finale - 246C3

Skill Challenge
  • Survive the mud avalanche. Mastery Check (DC 37).
  • Failure: If you fail, the group will lose 1d2 sheep. Also when you fail: make Save Check Reflex (DC 20) or you'll be swept away by the mud avalanche.
  • When you write your post, don't narrate your success or failure, I will take care of that part.
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Whatever comment or thanks she might've been prepared to give Chad in response to his consideration and comraderie, the unrelenting storm saw fit to cut short as the top of the hill suddenly shuddered and gave way, collapsing the earth in a wave of mud and destruction. Eyes wide in surprise and terror, the dapper urbanite ran through their very limited list of options as quickly as possible. Abandon the sheep and save her own skin? That'd be more reasonable if there was anywhere to run to... but it wasn't like she could just jump over the wall of mud and stone heading their way, especially with the ground so slick beneath her.

Perhaps then she could stab her walking cane into the ground and brace herself against the tide? But that was stupid; she'd just get crushed and drowned in the mire, along with the sheep she'd have failed to protect. The only practical option she saw was to use her fledgling magic, to try and reach beyond the limited scope she'd so far been able to master. To turn back the tide of the mudslide itself, and rewind its path of destruction before her. Holding her walking cane aloft, she stared into the little timepiece that made up its handle, channeling her magic and trying to slow, stop, and finally reverse the threat coming right for her.

To nobody's surprise though, she did not do it silently. She muttered the entire time; mostly an inordinate amount of the word "fuck" and a small tirade about how stupid nature is.

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Mastery Check
1d100 (12) + 5 = 17 (fail)

Chronomancy | Chimney | 246c3

Save
1d100 (12) + 5 = 17 (fail)

Reflex | Chimney | 246c3


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Pete barely dodged the flying sheep. Or at least in his head he did. The impressively armed man's scream triggered in him some sort of fear, a lingering doubt that almost took him out of it, battered his confidence like the winds battered the others. Not him, though. The Tempest Ring of Baal made sure of that at the very least.

What the now cyan Ring of Saturnine could not protect him from, however, was his own mind. Despite the supposed wrath of nature they had to contend with, and probably mostly because the Tempest Ring of Baal was ensuring his own survival, along with the two sheep underneath his arm, Pete was wrestling with another problem of his own: One of their party members, the purple-haired one, was reminding him of someone. But who exactly? Throughout the climb, Pete obsessed over the strange familiarity that felt just at the tip of his tongue but also quite farther away. It was like a sickness, a plague, one that did not have an immediate cure.

Or at least that's what he had thought.

When the ground shook beneath him, Pete was forced back into the present, all his mental concerns driven away somewhat. Was this Baal's doing? There was doubt in his own mind. The lesser goddess' domain was the aforementioned tempest, lightning and thunder, hurricanes and storms. Earthquakes were beyond her purview. And then the avalanche threatened them all with its presence, and Pete was more than certain that all this was not Baal's doing. Bloody queen hates getting dirtied, me included.

Panicking, Pete looked around him, mostly towards the others in their makeshift party. He wanted to help but he wasn't quite sure how. Should he just lift them all up and away from impending doom? Can he even do that as a newbie? Will Baal even allow it? Probably not. She doesn't care about anyone else but her and whoever has the rings... Bloody hell, this better not be where I die, bruv. At least throw a giant worm monster on my final moments. Even in the face of death, Pete would rather not get a boring one.

Before he can distract himself further, however, his Rings of Saturnine glowed cyan once more, the Tempest Ring of Baal signifying her intent not to let her pet go down with sheep underneath his arms. Or perhaps more appropriately her dislike at Pete endangering his life for mutton and haggis. Probably not into that herself, Pete thought to himself. He was going to get another earful when all this would be said and done.

Rolls


Mastery Check
1d100 (93) + 0 = 93
Aeromancy | Pete Simpson | 246C3


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Sol

❮ Protector ❯
B
Messages
101
Gold
0
Mastery
0
Valor
11
Event
0
Special
0
periwinkltears
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Sol's eye widened slightly as she watched the little white, fluffy body of a sheep go flying past her, disappearing into the darkness behind her. Turning forward once again and squeezing both the bleating sheep at her sides, she once again reminded herself about how this was just a game, she was fine, and nothing was going to happen.

And then the ground shook.

Looking up again, she came face to face with mud that was rushing head on towards them. Clutching the sheep in closer, she quickly formed a sphere of fire around the group to see if she could maybe make the mud go around them or just maybe disintegrate in front of them, "Focus on protecting the sheep!" She yelled out to the others around her, aware that this was just a game and that meant that if the sheep died, they died. They may not be real, but they were real enough to pull at any heart strings Sol had in her body. I mean, look at them! Even drenched in water and eyes so wide you could see blood vessels, they were still somewhat cute... Right?

Rolls


Mastery Check
1d100 (66) + 5 = 71
Pyromancy | Sol | 246c3

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Ilya

❮ Protector ❯
B
Messages
186
Gold
0
Mastery
0
Valor
3
Event
0
Special
0
Played by: lily · Adventurer's Guild (Platinum)
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The impending slide of doom and destruction, that's what Ilya would call the mudslide that appeared now that they were halfway up the slope. She had forgotten how exhilarating this game could be in a situation as dangerous as the one she was now presented with. The winds pushing against her, as if wanting her to fall to her doom. She did her best to keep track of the sheep, the avalanche causing quite a racket among the members of the party.

Curse words were being strung, to hang in the air as people started to use skills, yet again. Ilya herself kept her feet stuck to the ground, the rumbling of the mud as it slid caused her to stumble. Ilya crouched forward, slamming her hands into the ground to stay afloat, grabbing mud and dirt and whatever else was there.

Each step, Ilya struggled to stay clinging to the rock, while keeping her eyes on the sheep. Ilya was trying her best to save her own skin while also keeping as many sheep she could from falling into the mud slide. God freaking- I... Ilya also wanted to protect the group, she braced herself, as she was still, the safety net.
Rolls


Mastery Check
1d100 (22) + 25 = 47 [ Success]
Martial Arts | Ilya | 246C3


 
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