Complete Main Story (Red Fever C - Explorers League) To Boldly Go

The Guy · Jul 15, 2022

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Explorer's League member
Red Fever (5) Anger and Disgust x20
-0 HP from Red Fever
-20 HP from Flying Insects

[[Insect Trigger Warning. Don't read if you hate this.]]

Red was the soil of slaughter. Whether by insect or man or even blood, all was tinged red. Most of all, the eyes within the helmet that contained only rage were redder than the finest of rubies. He had fallen back-not to escape, for he knew he couldn't-but to enter the treescape at large. Even if the insects tore at the soil, even if they shaved away the trees, they still had to stop to do so.

And so, he was once again in his element. A pit was set in the earth, tarps erected and spare potions thrown off to the side to explode against the buzzing wall. The violence was unending, but it did reduce as THE GUY took in every effort to stem the flow of the swarm. Each movement was made to prevent his steel and flesh from working as prey to eager mandibles or to kill another insect among millions.

His blinks crushed carapace. His teeth chewed larvae and wing. His boots stamped many into the ground with each step and his hands were instruments of the hive's agony. His bone was a blade, his muscle a hammer, and by the will of his body combined he would make the swarm suffer.

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Kamala Graham · Jul 15, 2022

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Red Fever (5) Anger x20
-60 HP from both emotions matching the one from Red Fever 4
-20 HP from insects
+8 HP from Recover

Notice

[INSECT TRIGGER WARNING]
DO NOT PROCEED IF TRIGGERED!

Kamala ran. She ran as fast as she could, as fast as her tiny doggie legs could carry her, but she wasn't fast enough. If only she was @Ayna Nietzsche. They were the same two peas in a pod, both Beastfolk, both being each other's first encounter in the game.

But while Kamala hesitated, always second-guessed herself, the lady of lightning did not have the same insecurities, the same doubts. In a way, Kamala looked up to her first and closest friend. It's a shame she can no longer keep that promise to her, to them. Ayna... Everyone... I'm so sorry—

Something, or more likely some things, suddenly stole her off the ground, dragging her as she flailed helplessly into the swarm, where she disappeared.

And then thud! She felt the impact as she landed...somewhere.

"What is this? Where am I?"

Kamala's body succumbed to cold sweat as panic slowly crept in like tendrils mimicking an octopus' movement across the ocean floor. Something, or more likely some things, were crawling on her skin, maybe even underneath them. She felt her heart race as she struggled to get them all off. Get off! Get off! GET OFF!

"GET OFF!!!"

Kamala screamed in futility as anger took over. She hadn't been this angry before, not in this game, not out there, but death changes a woman. It wasn't enough that the overwhelming horde of creepy crawlies was already drowning her, digging deep within, only to inevitably burst out, and soon explode her from the inside like a balloon overfilled with water. She could hear others, too—suffering, screaming, threatening—but the worst part was hearing herself, in her head, as it, as she, burst in fury.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Shame no one could hear her. No one ever listens to the dead.

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Crimson Ruby · Jul 15, 2022

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Explorer's League Member ~~(Orange Whistle)~~ Whistle with someone else
Red Fever (5) Sadness & Joy
(-20 HP from Insects)

After watching her whistle flying toward one of her fleeing friends, Ruby took one step back, still unsure of why her friend wished to stay behind, but if one of them were still facing danger, Ruby couldn't allow herself to run away while one of them was still behind.

However, if she was that willing to stand by her friend's side, why her knees couldn't stop shivering?

The approaching and now inevitable danger made her take a deep breath, gripping her sword as she charged in reckless abandon in front of @Sol and @Herculean Drakecon, ignoring her sprained ankle and trying to slash the prickling enemy with all her might. She could feel her flesh burning, the screaming pain across all her body while she fought hopelessly.

In the last glimpse she had of the fellow red-haired, Ruby's primal instincts left one message, an assertive message that she wasn't going to leave her alone.

Her blade didn't connect with anything. It just slashed through nothing, perhaps bringing a few of the enemy down, but they just kept coming.

In the middle of the despair, in the fight against an immortal enemy, Ruby could only feel a rush of emotions while her heart raced rapidly it was broken into two pieces... One was happy to know @Bluebird and @Ru Ning were in safety, and one was devastated that Sol was suffering the same pain as she was feeling.

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Cain Darlite · Jul 16, 2022

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Red Fever (5) Anger + Sadness
-45 HP from Red Fever
-20 HP from Flying Insects
+15 HP from Recover

Helpless, again.

Four years. Worthless. All this time. Worthless. Magic, might. Vim, vigor. Worthless. Worthless. Helpless. Hopeless.

Against what was just a swarm of bugs! He had seen war. Witnessed famine. Slew demons and fought titans. But it was bugs that overwhelmed, to such a point that he wasn’t even granted the privilege to resist. All this time, she had been dead. And now, tossed into another cavernous belly, another buzzing hellscape, she would die again.

No more.

No more!

NO MORE!

If it was pain, he had suffered plenty worse than a slow feast. If it was despair, he had reached his depths two years past, and risen since. If it was his fate to watch all his dreams be dashed to dust, then he’ll strangle that fate and kill this game! His heart skipped every third beat, destroying itself to fuel his form. His blood gushed freely, washing away the leeches that clung on to this living corpse. He felt it, that surge of energy, that gate of taboo, opening like a chasm to drown away all sanity.

And he held on, a shambling wreck, but a Flagbearer all the same.

Agony in retrograde. Disintegration reversing. Harmonics flowing cacophonous, but flowing all the same. Drowned out by the madness of the darkness, resounding clearly within his skull. He stumbled, stomped over the throat of a corpse (@Kamala Graham ), the only indication founded in how it did not so much as twitch. Fell over, crawled up. Hands scrambling, groping, finding flesh balled up. Grabbed at it (@Gideon ), pulled it upwards with unbecoming savagery. Not-corpses don't get to pretend to be so. Waste of revives, waste of life. He set his teeth, his growl rumbling deep through the high-pitched whines of the feeders and the leeches. A song would uplift the lost? No, only anger could rouse now. Only rage could resist. No pretty words for ugly little explorers.

A blade (@Crimson Ruby ), swung haphazardly, slicing deep into his arm, striking bone. He laughed. More fuel to the shadows, more pain to stoke the starfire. But she didn't use a sword, and he pushed that berserker aside, dragging the ball of flesh with him all the while.

In hell, he found her once.

So in hell, he'll find her again.

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Blader X · Jul 16, 2022

45 / 100

MIT Member (0-Fixer Rookie)
Red Fever (5) Joy and Sorrow
-20 hp from [BEARS]
+9hp from [Recover]

The following post may ruin your immersion, it is really really dumb. There are also bears.

Joy & Sorrow spiraled in Laylabelle flowing in and out of her like the countless bears moving about her. The spirit ranger could not tell where she was, all her senses had long since been robbed from her by the bear swarm. As they washed over her, she held her eyes fast shut, one hand cupped her nose and mouth, her other hand wrapped with her other arm to cover both ears. See no evil, speak no evil, hear no evil, do no evil. She sometimes tasted evil, however, but those bears only served to sustain her in her deep meditation. She felt evil as well, from time to time, a bear's jaws would steal her blood, and yet, somehow, her will remained.

Joy and Sorrow flowed into one another, Yin and Yang. Her pain was her joy in that another didn't suffer it. Her sorrow lay in her actions that could not alleviate all of it from the world. Laylabelle's spirit flowed around her like a shield. An imperfect one that continued to shimmer against the endless tide of bears...

Control your breathing... and in the moment... move towards your next breath...

People are hurting and my heart is breaking...

People are rising and my heart is pulled together once more...

Loss and Gain, Ebb and Flow, Lost and Found again...

Go...

Laylabelle's needs meters began to rapidly deplete as she tapped into her body's reserves and felt herself pour her physical self into her spiritual one. More and more wolf-o-wisps appeared.

Go and find them...

Guide them for as long as you can...

"Boof."

Thirst, hunger, and pain overwhelmed her.

She only had her Joy and Sorrow now to fuel her.

Was this even happening----

Laylabelle wondered.

----It didn't matter,

Laylabelle decided.

If she could act, she would, even in a ranger's dream.

[Summary: anyone who wants a boofer to sit on their face and block the worst of the bears may have one. This is only flavor.]

"Boof."

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Seigi Ling Ling · Jul 16, 2022

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Red Fever (5) Emotion: Sadness & Fear
-20 HP from Flying Insects

Crunch

Each time a small insect pincher was digging into the flesh of the Hero, she returned that gesture twofold. Taking two insects out of a legion.

More

Pain was temporary, her thirst eternal. And if the Queen's meager corpse had been replaced by her army, it'd simply meant she had to feast upon so much more. Consume. Hunger. Continue.

Must Feed...

Consumed by rage indeed, Seigi slowly regained some of her more human senses as this cursed fever did its magic once more. It hit like an ocean wave crashing against the seaside cliff.

Crunch

Seigi spat out the insect she had just been eating. It was meat. Meat was tasty. And she hated that she found it delicious that much more. Then, she remembered. No. She had already known. Where she was. What happened. And...

...she had to help them!

For a moment, she cried out, her voice muffled by the hundreds and thousands of bzzzzzz all around her. Regret. Her mouth filled with more of these abominable creatures.

Crunch

This time, she spat. Then the realization. Where she was. What happened. No! Pain. Sadness. Despair. It came crashing down on her like the moon. Nononono! It didn't matter! She didn't care! Some stupid bugs were eating her alive. So? Her body was strong. She had experienced worse. This was just another repeat. Die. Revive. Die. Revive. Ad-Infinitum. Nononono!

Pain was temporary, but... but Cain was forever. He had already known. He had already seen what happened. He had witnessed Seigi for what she truly was! Emotions she couldn't punch away. Move, you damn legs! Emotions that hurt. Insects could die. Seigi's body could revive. But emotions could linger.

He saw me. Being disgusting. Repulsive. Revolting. I'm ugly. He hates me. I've fallen. Unsavable. I disappointed him. I hurt him. I am the worst. I hope I'll never ever have to see him again. It'll be better that way. I should just disappear.

He probably never really liked me, anyway. And did I? What if he sees me the way I am now? He- he can't! I should just disappear... I do... want to die... just... why can't I... ignite... anymore?

Seigi was motionless, as she curled herself together into a sobbing ball of deep depression. Simply waiting to be eaten alive...

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Alkaid Zexis · Jul 16, 2022

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Red Fever (5) – Joy and Anger
-0HP from Red Fever
-20 from insects
+6 Recover

They were many. They were beyond number, in so much as the human mind could comprehend. Though one could try to randomly guess, add as many zeroes they think would be necessary for such creatures to blot out the sun, to form a veritable wall so quickly buzzing and churning that one may as well be rocked by the mighty waves of the ocean, they'd still likely be far off. Especially so when that ocean is filled with so many tiny, writhing mouths and even more eager teeth.

But at least a tsunami descending upon them would have been instant.

Part of her was happy, if only to know whatever this was, at least some had escaped to tell tale of it. No, more than happy. More than some vague, warm fuzzy feeling. This was ugly and prideful, born of rage and the desire for triumph alike. For as much as this swarm could swallow a small pack, what would it do against an army to whom death was but an impediment? An army so craved for affection and thrill and glory that those within would do anything to make them feel accomplished within this different world.

And she was no exception. For where she should have felt terror, she felt only elation at the thought of surviving long enough to see this swarm burned.

Futile sparks lit from her fingertips. Unable to chant spells, to heal, she did whatever she could to inflict some form of retribution against those bugs more inclined to feast.

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Red Fever (5)
2d6 (1+4) = Anger, Joy
Red Fever (5) | Alkaid Zexis | 550C7C

Will Save
1d100 (70) + 30 = 100
Will | Alkaid Zexis | 550C7C

Recover
1d20(6) = +6 hp to self
Recover | Alkaid Zexis | 550C7C

Edit note for @Laylabelle ! You can add +23 HP if you like, Alkaid healed her last round, BOOF!

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Sol · Jul 17, 2022

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[TRIGGER WARNING: INSECTS AHEAD]

☀˚̣⋅ .

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Explorer's League Member - Orange Whistle
Red Fever [ 5 ] Anger and Sadness
-45 HP from Red Fever
-20 HP from Flying Insects
+11 HP from Recover

He surprises her with his outburst, teary eyes wide as his words fall onto her ears. It's almost as if he gives her a jolt back to reality when her name rolls off his lips, time almost seemingly slowing down as it did once before while what he says settles into her brain. Live… And then they would talk. Live and then they could figure out whatever went wrong between them, even if she knew it was her fault. Even if this was just a game and she could respawn after her death… He wanted her to live.

Her eyes stay on him even when his leave her own, watching as he rallies the survivors and sacrifices his own body for the sake of their spirit. And even when the bugs get so close they begin to block out any light, she watches him as if almost in awe, normal tears pricking at the corner of her eyes.

Even with the changes, @Frey Elzeiros continued to be the sun. And he was beautiful.

Heart skipping a beat as she turns back upon the hoard that is almost just upon them, she raises her own orange whistle to her lips, giving it a hard blow in support of his cheer and defiance of their enemies, a new found expression of determination written on her features as a low whine that turns into a high pitch shrill echoes around her. But as the whistle falls from her lips, the bugs fall onto her flesh. And suddenly, she is taken.

Sword clenched in her hand, anger thumps through her as she turns her emotions onto those causing the issue. Even inside the giant creature, Sol fights, slashing about at the monsters as the edge of her blade ignites in flames, any black blood that is sprayed about also lighting up as an attempt to keep the bugs at bay. And even when they reach her and rip her open, she continues to fight, purple eyes lighting up a bright yellow as flames dance at their corners. Sad at the situation. Angry at the situation. But filled with hope at the idea of a greater tomorrow.

“Die, die, die!” She screams as if it's the only thing keeping her from not dropping on the spot, holding onto herself for dear life.

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Asch · Jul 17, 2022

Warning

@Kamala, you are dead. If you are not revived within the time limit, your body will reconstruct at the nearest sanctified location.

Warning

@Kamala, you are dead. If you are not revived within the time limit, your body will reconstruct at the nearest sanctified location.

Was it a glitch in the system? You saw two death notifications overlapping one another.

Gwyn ap Herne · Jul 17, 2022

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Red Fever (5) Anger x Sadness
- 45 HP from Red Fever
- 20 HP from Flying Insects
+19 HP from Recover
TW: Aforementioned Flying Insects

A hand in the dark, pressing back against the throbbing violence of the swarm, reaches. Grasps. Seals around the writhing body of something that squeals and shrieks.

"Run," they cried.

It pops under the pressure. Each finger, a steel band closing. Cords of muscle alive with electric songs that demanded they contract. Relax. Push back, again. Dig. Coil and destroy.

"Deserved," they said.

Spines on thin legs and thorn-sharp mandibles tear through skin while muscle tears itself off bone in a forced march. A war between two forces over the same terrain. Territory. Body.

"Whistle," they shouted.

She chokes in a red haze of blood and scintillating magic in the air. The beating of a thousand wings superheats the mass. Tears that rise, against her demands, turn to steam.

Gwyn ap Herne's teeth grind in the agony and the anger. Something foul writhes in her temper and in her mind and in her blood. An infection that drags out the worst of her. Everything is cast in shadow. It is always dark. She was never scared of it as a child, didn't run from the hall and leap onto her bed to keep her ankles safe like her sisters did. She'd sat down, knelt by the bedside. Put her hands to the scratchy carpet and then her cheek. She'd stared with wide, blue eyes into the dark and saw nothing there, where they saw nightmares. In the dark, when she stared long enough, she could imagine the shapes they shied away from. She'd grinned and told her younger sister that it was fine.

She was scarier than what was in the dark if it had hidden from her, after all.

She was patient.

She could wait.

Even trapped, she was not the hunted. Another chitinous body ruptured in her hand. The other remained locked on the light in the dark. The bow burned. Burned like her. Simmered and seared at the hemolymph of the swarm and the saline of tears and the iron of blood.

She'd throttle the dark to death.

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Save
1d100 (61) + 0 = 61
Will | Gwyn ap Herne | 550C7C

Recover
1d20 (19) = 19
Recover 19 HP
Gwyn ap Herne | 550C7C

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Frey Elzeiros · Jul 17, 2022

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Red Fever (6) Sadness x Fear
-45HP Red Fever DMG
-20HP Bugs DMG
+8HP Recovery

TW: Insects.

His unspoken promise is fulfilled.

In the depths of his imprisonment, where silhouettes are no more than blurs of movement indistinguishable from the crawling masses of the swarm's number, he doesn't quiet. Names fall from his lips, spoken into being as a fervent prayer of those, even if he had never fancied himself a religious man before. "Red?"

"Laylabelle?" His inner reservoirs of mana depleted, his tainted arm hangs uselessly at his side, unable to move even a finger. His eye has yet to return to its normal coloration, emitting a soft glow that attracts some of the winged insects to it, like moths drawn to a flame. They pierce at the skin of his cheek with their mandibles, tear flesh and at least his assailants have the dignity to confuse the ichor coating his skin with the blood that they spill.

"Schilva?" He is not here, you fool. You told him to run, don't you remember? His own forgetfulness staggers him, brings him to his knees. Or perhaps it is the crushing weight of legions of critters crawling along his skin, too numerous to count, the odds too overwhelming to fight against. "At least he is safe."

The sequence repeats itself.

His veins sing the song that his own voice no longer can, now run hoarse from continuously laughing, yelling, calling out to others who might hear him for... Gods, how long has it been? Seconds, minutes, hours? There were many faces he couldn't match names to, no matter how they struggled together until they were all swallowed by the darkness enveloping him.

Frey lifts his hand, the one that will still answer to him, and balls it into a fist. It soars through the limited space in front of him once, striking against the flat surface that serves as solid ground. His sight eclipsed, he awaits his ruination with bated breath, flailing his arm around with what strength remains in him.

It is not nearly enough.

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Complete Main Story (Red Fever C - Explorers League) To Boldly Go

The Guy

Kamala Graham

❮ Pathfinder ❯

Notice

Crimson Ruby

❮ Pathfinder ❯

Cain Darlite

❮ Pathfinder ❯

Blader X

Guest

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Seigi Ling Ling

❮ Dissonant Exterminator ❯

Alkaid Zexis

Sol

❮ Protector ❯

Notice

Asch

❮ Administrator ❯

Warning

Warning

Gwyn ap Herne

❮ God's Exceed ❯

Frey Elzeiros