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

[Vale*]

Cycle 5C
Explorers League Expedition

Notice

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Spoiler: THOUSAND SWORDS

You've spent far too long shoving your way through ferns that could dent a truck with a solid smack, and clambering over roots you could park the same truck under. Besides the buzz of mosquitos uncomfortably large and the birdsong high, high above? It's almost a ghost town. And then you hear it: a horrible roar and a shrill yowl ahead, the sounds of a finishing fight reaching you. It doesn't take long before a fleeing loser in a territorial conflict crashes out of the dense undergrowth and slides to a stop. It sends splinters flying as its claws catch. A pillar of stone in the shape of a big cat peers back. Gold blood slops down its chin and from wounds all over its body. Looks like you're not the only one having a shitty day so far.

Jade Jaguar Encountered!


To engage, make an Attack. Give into the bloodlust, finish it off.
To flee, simply do so. It is in no shape to pursue your Haste.
To intimidate, make a Presence Check DC 45. Teach it who's boss.​

Spoiler: LADY N

Glorious news and a blessed (cursed once it's over and you realize the reality of it all) and wonderful mood! Though you are left, you are treated to a glory impossible back home. These trees could never be sustained with the atmosphere as it is and their root networks throughout the Tangleweaves are a miracle of some sort. The view is stunning once all is said and done. But it isn't done and sadly the only thing you've discovered today is how bright as all hell the canopy is when the wind cuts through the boughs. You are blinded and left on unsure (and not technically) ground!

To keep your balance, roll a Reflex Save DC 50.​

Spoiler: ALKAID ZEXIS

Unfortunately, your invitation to the winged explorer was denied in favor of foolhardy friends leaping toes first into danger. Instead, the jungle keeps you company. So many souls resist here, both the living and the dead, but the energy is easier to breathe in once you climb to the canopy proper. You traverse highways of branches and bridges of nothing more than vines. The branches ahead split to reveal a mindbogglingly large "meadow" between the jungle treeline and a single tree stump. Dragonflies taller than Childress and longer than five of her hover throughout the clearing and buzz past you without a glance. The worries of the status seem farther away for a moment when confronted with the appeal of this dangerous game. And it's dangerous world.

Habital Zone Discovered!​

Green Basin Site: Oddly equally spaced away from the other massive trees of the jungle, a lone stump rises far above the jungle floor. Whatever tree once stood upon it looks to have been cleanly cleaved in half. No fallen trunk can be seen. On top of the stump, a large basin has formed. Water pours through cracks in the trunk to create dozens of small waterwalls on all sides. In the center, an island of sorts. The location is defensible, has excellent sightlines, has no trees directly above it, and appears to have no creatures currently calling it home. If a safer outpost than the last could be made, perhaps it could be here?

Spoiler: GWYN AP HERNE

You barely resist the urge to shoot down your find from the incessant noise and your rising anger.

Spellbird of Paradise Encountered!
Living Focus: When tamed as a familiar, the songs of these avians amplify their master's magic if they share the same attunement.​

In the highest crests of the jungle's canopies nest hundreds of different birds that share a singular detail. Though they are all colorful songbirds with wildly different plumage and songs, each is attuned to a different kind of magic. Elemental birds are the most common, glimpses of flaming wings, nests sung out of crystal, ribbons of ice tail feathers, and teleporting leaps of electricity. More powerful and bizarre birds hide amongst them. All, however, are attuned to Harmonic Magic!

Spoiler: RU NING

You absolute mad lad, you fucking leap? The wind whistles fittingly, the cool and humid air of the underground embraces you, the roots slide smooth under your feet, and flashes of dark tunnels and open passages to the green and gold jungle air throw you into darkness and out. Your momentum is swiftly rising, and the root suddenly arches, rising and twisting where it has been made to grow in a wild loop by some unknown force. On the other side of the loop is the remains of another, less fortunate, caravan. Do rabbits always land on their feet, or is that just cats? Maybe you should aim for the canvas cover of the wagon instead.

To not eat shit while root-surfing, roll a Reflex Save DC 40.​

Make sure to check Bluebird and The Guy's results for the rest of your adventure...

Spoiler: BLUEBIRD

While gliding down on wings wide, you spy what looks like a resplendent white stag. Stories from the real world have them as everything from the noblest hunt to the heart of the forest. It stands in the mouth of a tunnel bored into the steep decline. You can hear Ru sliding farther and farther down on the vine below you. Before you can truly consider your options, it shakes. Wobbles on too-thin legs. Moves unnaturally. It almost reminds you of something rabid in how off-putting the motions are. That is NOT a deer. Luckily for you, it doesn't seem to be aggressive, though?

Stickstag Encountered!​

Stickstags can be found in any biome, provided there are wooded regions for them to hide. They are hatched as small as a pinky nail and can grow to the size of a small house, if given enough time. They never, however, grow any hardier than the twigs they mock. Instead, they fold themselves into strange ungulate forms to hide in plain sight as an animal to man and a plant to animals. They are obligate herbivores.

Make sure to check Ru Ning and The Guy's results for the rest of your adventure...

Spoiler: THE GUY

Your gut is right. The loam crumbles from the walls as something climbs down one of the great roots of the weave. It moves slow, swaying, but simultaneously sure. The voices and movements of the other two echo through the dark. You have gone unnoticed, but they haven't. The giant creature steps into your view with two wickedly curved blades for arms and towering compound eyes. You have the chance to step in before your companions are bug food.

Giant Praying Mantis Encountered!
LP 1 DC 50 30
Parry: If Hit doubles DC, take half damage as you parry one of its scythes.

​

Make sure to check Ru Ning and Bluebird's results for the rest of your adventure...

Spoiler: CRIMSON RUBY

At the center of the ruins you have descended into, stairs vanish into the darkness. Steeling yourself, or perhaps simply unbothered by heights, you walk toward the edge of the central cavern. The stairs are not just on your side, but all around. There are hundreds of tiers. With the help of flame, though, you can see water at the bottom with glittering gold in its black depths. The speed from your Dynamism would let you clear the stairs... do you go for the dive?

If you dare to leap, roll a Fitness Check DC 40 and take the plunge.​

Spoiler: JIN

Your blood is the first to have been spilt here in centuries and the roots absord it quickly, leaving the dark stain the only mark to navigate back by. The ruins are strange and poorly constructed for living quarters. Rooms lay open to one another and some of the hallways and stairs make little sense in how they connect. All of them lead you back to the central area with the great well in its center. A narrow gap between two stairs leading up to a dais catches your eye. A statue is hunkered uncomfortably between them, peering back at you. One arm is encased in a golden gauntlet, a glowing orb rests between its tongue and palette, and a tray lay empty at its feet.

Do claim the golden gauntlet?
Do you pry out the jade relic?
Or do you leave an offering?
Choose wisely.​

Spoiler: SHANE

In the presence of strangers, caution is the better part of valor. A much more poetic take to the advice than your sentient weapon would offer. But having multiple sources of input does keep you from falling down a dark staircase that would shatter you fourteen times over before you could hit the water below, helps you avoid an unsightly trip over some chitinous corpse, or lets you keep a close eye on the other two. You also notice something curious. A fragment of one of the many sprawling murals in the ruins can be pulled from its place by intentional design. Sadly, pulling it doesn't reveal a secret door to a hidden treasure vault. You do get a really cool rock though. Academically speaking.

Item Seen!​

[ Redacted ]

Spoiler: KAMALA GRAHAM

The roots adore you. They cradle you. They split their rough skin for you and let you taste the honeyed green-gold blood of the jungle's life force if you accept it... and they also lead you astray. Bluebird and Ru Ning are lost to the dark. A melancholy descends. You have one foot in the world of one of the greatest lifeforms: The Tangleweaves themselves, and with the other foot you stand in the rib cage of something you will never know. Nestled in the middle, like a heart, is a humanoid corpse. Around the cervical vertebra of the skeleton lays a necklace of blocky beads and an odd, wooden whistle. It is shaped like a skull.

Item Seen!​

[ Redacted ]

Spoiler: CAIN DARLITE

The lost city burns around you in the heat of the jungle and revealed sun. The sandstone slabs radiate heat from every angle. All around you find proof of life here, but not a singular body of something you would call a person. You find a hefty, rock footlocker at the base of what was the smooth, stone platform for a bed. The design is hard to parse, but eventually you can tell by the interlocking teeth that it's meant to be a crocodile. Prying it open, you find pottery wrapped in glinting, golden textiles... and what's this?

Item Seen!​

[ Redacted ]

Make sure to check Seigi Ling Ling and Gideon's results for the rest of your adventure...

Spoiler: SEIGI LING LING

At first, you could mistake the mass of green for a park in the middle of the city, but as you all explore closer, you are able to see the disaster in full. An absolutely colossal tree has fallen over, caught and held partially aloft by the towering tops of the city's buildings and mysterious staircases. Dark shadows pockmark the tree where holes appear to be dug into its red bark. Flying bugs that must be larger than cattle swarm around it.

Dungeon Unlocked!​

The Fallen Titan: A colossal tree has fallen in the jungle region of the Tangleweaves and highly aggressive, but organized insects protect this odd hive of theirs despite being tens of different species. Any attempts to regularly travel past this area, or explore the lost city, are sure to be hampered by them. Someone should do something about that.

Make sure to check Cain Darlite and Gideon's results for the rest of your adventure...

Spoiler: GIDEON

While the delve into the lost city is beautiful and haunting, you all take a step too close to the fallen tree at its heart. Like a switch it flipped, a great stream of Giant Soldier Ants lashes out. A troop of the bugs race away from the pheremone trail to assail your party. Their unnatural aggression forces you all back, no matter what fight could be put up against them? There are simply too many. Should one fall, another two are pulled from the river of red bodies.

​

Cain Darlite takes 15 DMG and Seigi Ling Ling takes 10 DMG from their mandibles.
They seem particularly reactive to the anger rolling off you. You take 20 DMG.​

Just before true dread can root itself in the group, the ants suddenly stop and fall limp. Like puppets with their strings cut, they collapse and do not continue to give chase. Others in the distance pause, waver antennae toward you all, and begin to passively march back to the tree's shadow.

Make sure to check Seigi Ling Ling and Cain Darlite's results for the rest of your adventure...

Spoiler: FREY ELZEIROS

You explore the waterline in good company, leading the way down the banks unencumbered by your floating paper unlike the ladies with their's. When the shore begins to slope higher than comfortable, you all are forced to cross the river. A sparkle below catches your eye and you spy a huge tower shield in the water, resting at an angle! It would make a sturdy bridge if your might or magic are up to the task.

To raise the shield, roll any Mastery or Expertise Check DC 40.
Astramancy's gravity effects and the raw power of Fitness are rolled with advantage.
On a failure, you three will be pulling an Oregon Trail and fording the river.​

Make sure to check Laylabelle and Sol's results for the rest of your adventure...

Spoiler: LAYLABELLE

As your intrepid cartographer companions join you down the lazy banks and across the running waters and further into the jungle, you get the chance to enjoy clean and open air without the stuffiness of book-filled walls and alchemical sets. All in all, it's rather peaceful. It comes as a bit of a startle when your hounds suddenly sound the alarm! But you can't tell exactly for what? You do discover something else in their stead! You've figured out the source of the illusions at last. A moss under the water appear to be reacting to some kind of magical pulse in the water. These mosses could be useful for detecting magical leaks and radiation for the MIT. Clearly promotion material. Right? Right. Now the question of what the triggering stimuli is...

Resource Discovered!​

Litmus Moss: A plush, soft, and oddly clear moss grows in the deeper waterways of the Tangleweaves. It the presence of magic, this moss responds by taking on colors and strange, wisping effects that indicate the kind of magic present. Some creatures and arcanists can learn to manipulate it further with specific signals and create detailed, if rippling, illusions. They do, however, demand near constant water to survive.

Make sure to check Frey Elzeiros and Sol's results for the rest of your adventure...

Spoiler: SCHILVA FLASCH

Mired in your thoughts, you trudge through glittering waters with gently rounded stones. The water can be heard better than it can be seen with it so low here. Some look more like marbles in the wide, shallow area you've dazedly ended up sloshing through. Peculiarities catch your eye in time. The clink of a glassy sound muffled by the bubbling water pops up to you each step. And then there's an odd grind? Glass powdering slightly underfoot...

Item Seen!​

[ Redacted ]

Make sure to check Frey Elzeiros, Laylabelle, and Sol's results for the rest of your adventure...

Spoiler: SOL

Something about the beauty of the jungle and the fetching colors of its flora and fauna brings inspiration to your work. You catalogue many creatures on your trip with your party of three, occasionally separating to log a new landmark or specimen before continuing ever onwards. With inspiration, however, comes distraction. With inspiration comes creation comes an open mind and, my, how the river's illusions seem so much more beautiful with every glance. The subjects you've drawn have wild patterns and fantastical mutations in the water's reflection. You near it, leaning closer and closer at last.

To resist its lure, make a Will Save DC 60.​

Make sure to check Frey Elzeiros and Laylabelle's results for the rest of your adventure...

 

[Vale*]

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1338 / 1500 HP

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Cycle 5C
Explorers League Expedition

Overcome your obstacles! Reap your rewards! Don't fucking die!

• To begin, check the Spoiler with your character's name to see what you've found or encountered. If you are traveling with others, make sure to check their results as well for context.
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[The Guy]

137 / 175

Explorer's Guild
Red Fever (3)
Roll of 1 - RAGE x4

There it came-the ambush. Antonio knew when he was right. He felt his feet leaping forth even before he decided to save their lives. The ambush was sprung, yet the insect was not the predator-THE GUY was. Howling wildly, the armored man leapt forth with abandon into the open limbs of the mantis. He had to save @Ru Ning . He had to keep @Bluebird safe. He wouldn't let this monster hurt anyone.

*Crunch.*

Scythes landed deep into THE GUY's sides, sinking through steel into flesh as the insect grabbed the man and pulled him close for inspection. THE GUY had allowed it to do so. This is right where he wanted to be, it seemed. Gunshots and swinging blades shattered the limbs that bound him, and then Antonio was upon the beast. Blood of all colors flew astray as he tore into the body of the monster. He had to make sure it was dead.

He had to keep fighting. He needed to make sure the other two were safe.

A monster stood upon a corpse. Howling incoherent rage through the visor of his steel helmet. The beast rose its' iron claws to the sky as they dripped in savage ichor. Nobody with half a mind would scream their lungs out like that-it was something more primal than human.

A note popped up on the two's UI.

[THE GUY has fallen to RAGE under the BEASTLORD'S influence.]​

Antonio stared with hate downward at the base of the hill. He saw three more hostiles-two humanoids and a quadruped. He had to kill them too. He had to make sure his two friends were safe.

Perhaps it was time for @Bluebird and @Ru Ning to depart further in the ruins while the armored maniac was still catching his breath...

Rolls

Counter - 53 + 10 + 15 + 0 = 78

Point of Interest: Root Caverns
Survey Progress: 1416/1500
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[Jin]

111 / 120

Unaffiliated
Red Fever (3) Fear

When his simulacra wavered again, Jin looked once more to his UI. He could feel his heart quickening, the intense anxiety throbbing in his temple. Another? He watched the stacks passively grow, and though he initially intended to ignore them and press on, he suddenly found himself in doubt. I certainly was not this worried before, but for some reason...

He could feel his skin crawling. The cold sensation that gripped him was like a whisper, echoes of whatever had beset this place and frozen it forever in time creeping just out of sight. Out of his ability to perceive. And yet, Jin knew something was there, watching. Ever watching.

Because someone is always watching.

He exhaled sharply, fighting back against the primordial wave of whatever had come over him. If I were to flee now, I would learn nothing, he reasoned, I would gain nothing, and I would have wasted all of this effort simply to fail.

"Unacceptable," he verbalized harshly, chastising himself. He was greeted as he ascended the dais by a sinister statue, one that seemed to stare back at him when he gazed at it. The frigid sensation in his spine refused to abate, but he pressed forward. The strange orb it presented may have had value, but the gilded gauntlet that adorned its arm most certainly did. A lesser man would have seen either prize and fled with one or the other.

It was the tray at its feet that Jin found most alluring. "I came to this world to cast off such shackles as boredom," he announced in defiance of whatever unseen forces might have tried to dissuade or deter him. "Tedious things like my own shortcomings will not bind me."

The fates of @Shane and @Crimson Ruby were none of his concern. Jin alone faced this test. Jin alone.

Jin was always alone.

A flash of metal interrupted his impassioned speech as the Bloodsworn drew a line across his palm with his katana. The pain gripped him, drew his thoughts toward the warmth that welled in his hand. With the limiter disabled, Jin always felt everything. After all, what kind of experience would it be if it were not vividly real?

"Drink," he crooned as his lifeblood flowed free to spill in the offering plate, as it no doubt had in eons past. "Drink deep. Glut yourself on my pain." His eyes narrowed, his lips twisted into a smile.

Rolls

Mastery Check
1d100 (32) + 10 +15 = 57
Hemomancy | Jin | 550C4C

Point of Interest: Sunken Ruin
Survey Progress: 1473/1500
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[Vale*]

Crimson Ruby's Trial

You fail your leap of faith or fervor. You hit water that feels more like cement for 25 DMG. Luckily, there are stairs all around the well for you to clamber out of the ice-cold waters. The gold far, far below you is too great a risk to dive again for.

Ru Ning Wild

It doesn't hurt that much, but you do eat absolute shit. The speed you've obtained is a bit unmanagable, and when you're launched, you do not land in the welcoming canvas of the collapsed wagon. Instead, you land in a pile of wood rotted crates that shatter under your weight. You hear glass crack on impact, and the smell of wine floods the caverns. Whatever year that was, it's wasted now. You take 10 DMG and maybe some to your pride.

The Guy, The Beast

The beast lay dead, but in your maddening anger you do not stop to examine the fallen blades of it. You are the weapon now. You descend into the caverns below the Weaves, chasing down foes that gradually learn to flee rather than fight. Hopefully you do not encounter worse.

Sol and the Siren

You lean forward. You near until the tip of your nose and the part of your lips brushes the cold water. A little bliss in the heat of the jungle. Fantastical creatures peer back at you, leap into flight, or grapple with one another. Whatever fancy suits you most? It gradually turns more and more toward. Everyone else sees it reach up from the water to bite your head clear off.

River Siren Encountered!
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Luckily, with so many in your company, you're ripped back and away from it, but not before it clamps down on your rag dolled arm. The pain snaps you out of the enchantment. You take 40 DMG from the River Siren, who thrashes long tendrils vibrating with electricity before retreating into the waters. Good news, you discovered what prods the mosses into action.

Jin and the Statue of Greed

Your offering is given. A blessing is granted.

Ability Obtained!​

Sated Greed: One Use. You could have taken, but instead you have indulged a lesser god, forgotten and starved. In a DMed event, you may invoke your blessing to reroll upon failing a Save or Check.

 

[Kamala Graham]

‧͙⁺˚･❀･˚⁺͙‧

122 / 130

Unaffiliated
Red Fever (3) Anger x4

All's well that ends well. Or at least that's how it started. With the Sprouts' guidance, Kamala found it easy and rather safe to traverse the Root Cavern. That was until she suddenly lost track of @Bluebird, @The Guy, & @Ru Ning. "Guys? Where are you? Where did you...go?"

Her sadness grew at the thought of being left alone, abandoned, dragging her to the lowest of her low. Everything around her seemed distant yet amazing, leaving her in awe and a scary, intimidating kind of bewilderment. She made the mistake of looking down at her foot, almost screaming at the realization that she had stomped on someone else's rib cage. Well, some creature that has since been long gone. But with that step back, with that fear and sadness, came a blessing. Warily, Kamala bent her knees to bring herself closer to the remains, finding something that may be quite useful, even though it looked very scary. "A whistle?"

For a few more moments, Kamala just stared at the whistle. It was gothic as fudge. It wasn't the type of trinket she'd ever carry around, on her person, in the real world. This isn't the real world. With that thought, she wore it. Someone died here... She grew furious at the thought of herself following suit. I will not die here. I WILL NOT DIE FORGOTTEN! Her vigor renewed, now fueled by four times the rage, Kamala began stomping forward, exploring the area some more.

Rolls

Roll Result
1d6 (1) = 1 (Anger)
Kamala Graham | Red Fever (3) | 550C5

Expertise Check
1d100 (89) + 30 = 119 [+15]
Awareness | Kamala Graham | 550C5C

Point of Interest: Root Cavern
Survey Progress: 1607/1500
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[Crimson Ruby]

110 / 160

Explorer's League Member (Orange Whistle)
Red Fever (3) Anger
(-15 HP from Fever)
(-25 HP from Fall)

The fever became more and more irritating in Ruby's mind. She was really growing tired of that annoying thing making her feel like crap. The fact she was getting easily angry because of it was making her even angrier, though this time it was genuine, except amplified.

It didn't help that @Jin was just a passive-aggressive machine in her eyes, making her roll them so much it nearly turned inside her skull.

However, soon she spotted something that caught her interest, and her ears twitched as she neared it and made her first mistake:

Leaving her group.

Approaching the edge, she peeked at the treasure and at the stairs, with her eyes shining for a moment as she huffed. "This is easy." She muttered, taking one, two, three backsteps before darting off and preparing to leap-

But with a wrong step on the edge before she jumped, its decrepit shape crumbled, making her slip and fall.

She screamed in panic as she couldn't seem to reach for any edge, seeing the water approaching a second before she clashed against it, listening to a loud splash that made her ears ring, and her whole body ache, with one particular sting on her leg.

Struggling her way out, she eventually got to the edge of the stairs, pushing herself on the surface and limping toward the nearest wall, resting against it and shaking her head, trying to get rid of the water excess.

Panting, she winced when she tried to support her weight on one of her legs, with only one managing to take it while she felt her body burning due to the impact.

Looking all the way up from where she leaped, she tried to call for help, knowing that even if the passive-aggressive man didn't answer, maybe @Shane would do.

"HEEEY! OVER HERE!" She tried to call, gritting her teeth and clenching her fist against a wall. That was a fucking stupid idea.

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (11) + 10 = 21
Fitness | Crimson Ruby | 550C5C

+15 from tagging.

Point of Interest: Sunken Ruins
Survey Progress: 1.643/1.500

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[Bluebird]

124 / 130

Unaffiliated
Red Fever (3) Sadness

Bluebird needs no warning or command to flee as @The Guy falls to his fury. Never mind if he's thinking of them as friends or foes, never mind @Ru Ning or his safety - before the fever's fear fades she has already fled, her warbling whistle more like a scream as she flies.

---

It's only later, when she's lost and the fear has drained away that she stops flying.

Her friends are scattered. She's alone in the dark, and what can she do? She's no mighty fighter, or bold adventurer, or powerful warrior. She's just Bluebird, and even that's not a real person. She sits on one of the massive roots, hugging her legs close and burying her face in her knees as sorrow sets in.

At least there's no one else around. It means it's safe for her to cry.

She doesn't know how long she's been there when she hears a noise. Her head snaps upwards, her first goal to wipe away the tears in case its another person. But it isn't a person, not this time. Her eyesight is keen enough to see what at first appears to be some kind of stag. But it isn't moving right, swaying like a sick thing, and she can't help but feel sad for it too. She stands up, approaching slowly, humming a soft tune interwoven with harmonic suggestions of safe and friend as she approaches - not so close to touch it, but close enough to be seen.

"Hello there," she says quietly in a moment between breaths. "I am Bluebird. Are you alone, too?"

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (30) + 20 + 15 = 65
Presence | Bluebird | 550C5C

Current Contribution Count: 1708/1500

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[Lady N]

Red Fever:To Boldly Go

110 / 140

Unaffiliated
Red Fever (3) Joy x 4

It was very bright. Blindingly so.

The wind made some feeble attempt to blow Chelsea off into the distant jungle floor below. A sad attempt at a mask blew off in that wind as a pair of fingers laid upon the activation button of the N Suit. Immediately the Nexon's speed and maneuverability increased substantially. Along with her sleek, armor came something else.

A very, VERY different expression for Chelsea R. Nexon.

"Hehehehe that was nothing! Always on the forefront!"

Chelsea was BEAMING. She began to prance, leaping from one large leaf to the next using her thrusters to easily traverse the area, wind and sun meant nothing. her blurry vision meant nothing! A Nexon always succeeds! Even if failing, it is a success, you have to learn from your failings!

"That mask was such a stupid! I never felt so good in my life!"

Twirling in place and enjoying the breeze she spotted others and called out to anyone who could hear.

*What is happening to ME? Hehehehehe! I'd be really annoyed if I wasn't so happy!!"

@Gwyn ap Herne @Alkaid Zexis

Her father could be dead.
A game was killing innocents and using their brainwaves for NPC.
She was in a jungle with a disease that was probably eating her alive...

She was beginning to find it very hard to care.
Is this how stupid people feel when they play this?

Rolls

Lady N | Red Fever (3) | 550C5 | -30 HP | Joy
Save
1d100 (87) + 55 + 5 = 147
Reflex | Lady N | 550C5C

Point of Interest: Canopy Sprawl
Survey Progress: 1855/1500
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[Vale*]

Frey Elzeiros' Footing

You raise the collapsed shield, water pours from its sloped-in flank. The dark metal of it glitters with blue, green, and purple pigments... but it isn't metal at all. What you raise from below appears to be the broken horn of a beast that emulates an impressive tower shield befitting someone nearly ten foot tall. Your UI helpfully declares the item's origin. A Bastion Beetle's shield wasn't enough to save it, apparently. Your party is now safe to cross. Good thing too, there are leeches fucking everywhere in there.

 

[Theria]

90 / 100

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Red Fever (3) Sadness

Climbing higher and higher, Theria began to slowly break the tree tops. Looking around she began to see a sea of trees. Theria was glad she decided to go to the lost city. There were so many things to explore. Looking at the stone buildings layered on top of each other, she began to guess what each building was for.

Obviously, the higher she went the more important the buildings would be. With that in mind she set off for somewhere near the top. The building at the very top would either be a temple or a palace. EItherway, Theria set off to what she thought to be the 2nd highest floor.

[HR=3][/HR]

Why did Theria think exploring the Lost City was a good idea. Sure looking at buildings and rooms was fun and all, but it was covered in so much dust. Wrinkling her nose, she began to notice a smell. Sure it smelled like dirt, but there was something else in there. Why couldn't the wind just clean the dust from this room.

Going outside for a breath of fresh air, she began to walk over to the steps where she could sit down... Maybe Theria would just remain standing. Looking around she began walking over to a wall to lean down, before sighing at the moss growing on the wall.

Kicking her feet in frustration, she started walking to another building. Hopefully there would be a clean chair in there.

Rolls

Mastery Check
1d100 (46) + 5 = 51

Chronomancy | Theria | 550C4C

Roll Result
1d6 (3) = 3

Theria | Red Fever (3) | 550C5 (1-2: Anger, 3: Sadness, 4: Joy, 5: Fear, 6: Disgust)

Point of Interest: Lost City
Survey Progress: 1906/1500
Theria

 

[Tick Tock]

85 / 100

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Red Fever (3) Disgust x4

Her descent into the darkness only greeted her with water and remnants of what might have been an exoskeleton composed of chitin, cadavers that were telltales yet to be explained of what could have once been this civilization's lost war. The unholy sight was enough to bend any will in half, yet the pain that took over her felt different than a mere ache, pained groans and messy steps sending her straight towards the murals she would use as a means to find respite.

"Shay? Lass, talk to me!" Concern laced the cursed flintlock, protective yet left in the dark as Shane's cries for pain ceased as the strange sensation that her heart could somehow rip through her ribcage and escape from her body begun to subside, only for her to notice her arms, the blackened fingernails and uncovered patches of skin riddled with scar and third-degree burns.

Was I always this monstrous? Bandages usually kept the past out of the way, now that much was taken from her. She thanked the ripped cloth that made for a makeshift eyepatch. One eye was enough to witness herself, a flesh golem, an amalgama of scar-tissue not even her feet were safe from. Flint was the other, as unfortunate as it is for him. With gritted teeth it so occurred to her: @Jin's reactions could very well be but a byproduct of such deplorable visage as her own, self-hatred gripped her heart and mind alike, sight fixated upon the carcasses, and back at her forearms, not so different now with a clearer picture if disgust had to be measured.

"You are to me what an oasis is to a starving sailor at the brink of death. Now shut up and get on your feet, dammit!"
'Shared thoughts, right. Thanks, Flint.'
"Captain Flint for you. Now, we got a problem here. Where's the cat and that dark haired rapscallion?"

Mind and body patched up, if only to bleed again one day.

sharp knife helping her to pull out the tablet that almost taunted her to do so, volcanic glass gave away to text upon the stone tablet.

"May this be a testament: through unity we find strength, we find peace, we find love. Seek deeper-"

"HEEEY! OVER HERE!"

"There's your cat." She called, haste yet wary steps as she keeps herself against the murals to follow @Crimson Ruby 's voice, until eventually she ended on the same spot as her, having descended many stairs priorly and a few more now.

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (44) + 0 + 15 = 59

Knowledge | Shane | 550C5C

Point of Interest: Sunken Ruin
Survey Progress: /????
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[Thousand Swords]

95 / 100

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Red Fever (3) Fear

Thousand would be a lying idiot if he said he regretted going off on his own at this very moment, not like he could go back in time to fix it as he stood face to face with the green wildcat of stone before him. The wounds it had mattered little, or rather effected things in a different way then intended. If that THING was hurt, what the hell was IT fleeing from in the moment. He doubted, very much so that he could outrun the creature if it was anything like a real jaguar, much less the thing that was likely chasing it.

'What then, what would one do in such a case if you cant run or fight? You play it off...?' His mind clicking as he doubted his novice weapons would even scratch the surface, even if he got lucky to get into a exposed area did he have the strength to get any deeper and make it count before he was mauled? God all the thinking was pissing him off as he grit his teeth and drew both his swords even though his legs trembled, he could feel his heart in his throat, he could tell he was going to fuck this up, but why the fuck would it matter if he never tried?

"Alight, lets... fucking fight then... you giant... flee monger..."

Yep he was so going to get himself killed, that much was clear as he took up the best combat stance he could despite the whelping fear, despite the doubt in his head about winning such a fight, despite it all though he was going to die fighting not running like a damn coward like his real life self would have. Holding his breath before he would charge at the jade jaguar, ready to die fighting, or if he managed it, win the odds stacked against him.

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (9) + 0 = 9
Presence | Thousand swords | 550C5C

Point of Interest: Jungle floor
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[Cain Darlite]

145 / 145

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Red Fever (3) - JOY!

“YES!”

And his heart leapt to his throat, the gloom clinging to him disappearing in the very next step he took. Four years alone in a purgatory filled with real monsters, and she could still smile so bright that the rising sun would be put to shame. It put all his own emotions, all his own struggles, to shame as well and there was a pang of malignant envy all of a sudden. But what of it? A bard’s role was to be inspired, inspired by those whose greatness came without effort or pretense, by those whose foundations weren’t crafted from a broiling hatred towards the unkindness of circumstance and certainty.

And Gideon’s own words, spat out with a venom that didn’t seem entirely rooted in herself, failed to dampen Cain’s mood, or even draw his ire. The midnight-haired muse grinned back in return, the redness in the corner of his eyes matching the vibrant flush of his cheeks. “You’ve a fine eye indeed, Lady of Grave,” he spoke, turning to face the direction she indicated. “Between your perceptiveness, my supportiveness, and her ferociousness, let us challenge all that this forgotten city has to offer!”

It was a good thing too, that she had pointed out that place, for from within, the stone jaws of a crocodile revealed the feathery mantle of a raven. Black feathers sparkled iridescently in the intensely humid heat and was remarkably cool to the touch. Though it diverged somewhat from his own image, Cain pulled it over his left shoulder regardless, giving it a bit of a swirl.

Fashionable!

And even as they approached the Fallen Titan, that monolith of a rotting trunk, even as swarms of soldier ants massive in size assailed them, guided by hive-mind instincts that caused them to surge forth no matter how many fell in the attack, Cain couldn't feel anything but the pleasant buzz of happiness. The rain was dying out, the sun was coming out, and for the first time ever on this expedition, he could feel it, the thrumming excitement of being on a true adventure!

So what was he here to do, anyhow? Magic surged through virtual veins, synapses firing off the melody for a song and a spell. The trio's flesh mended, instantaneous. Cain raised his flag, glorious.

"Onwards!"

Rolls

Roll Result
1d6 (4) = 4
Cain Darlite | Red Fever (3) | 550C5

Heal (AoE)
1d20 (13) + 25 + 20 = 20 (Total divided by 3)
+20 HP to 3 targets (@Seigi Ling Ling @Gideon @Cain Darlite )
Harmonic Magic | Cain Darlite | 550C5C
Point of Interest: Lost City
Survey Progress: 1906/XXXX
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[Sol]

☀˚̣⋅ .

117 / 165

Explorer's League Member - Orange Whistle
Red Fever Stacks [ 3 ] Someone's feeling a little scared..

Boiling with a deep, inward anger that she wasn't sure where it was coming from, not even cute fluffy dogs from @Laylabelle or the familiar face of @Schilva Flasch could bring a smile to Sol's face, shooting the latter a look when he arrived and acknowledging his presence before continuing forward, remaining a bit ahead of the 3. Her mind kept running over and over again the reaction from @Frey Elzeiros earlier. Why had he been so quiet? Why hadn't he reacted to her with that stupid smile he usually always had on his annoying face?

Why had she ghosted him in the first place?

She had joined them once more when the faerin in question had designed a bridge to cross the water out of an odd metal. She said nothing as they made their way across, following up the back of the group as she went. It was at this moment that her eyes trailed towards the water again, brought in by the wonderful colours around her as her eyes glazed over, her reflection looking back at her from the surface. There seemed to be something calling to her from under, offering some kind of comfort, Wow... How wonderful.

Where a moment ago Sol had been conscious, with them and walking, she was now on her knees, fingers gripping onto the edge of the strange metal piece as she leaned her face towards the water, hypnotized as her eyes fluttered close and she reached out as if almost to give the water a sweet kiss. What she couldn't see was the massive being that had come up from the water, it's jaw opening as it held itself just around her head, preparing to take a bite.

Thankfully she was ripped back by another one of the members nearby, but not before her outstretched hand got delivered a giant chomp, ripping her back to reality. Usually, Sol would take the moment in stride. She would dust herself off and use the blood that oozed from her arm as a weapon to arm herself against the monster.

But this time, it was much different. Sol was silent, body leaning back against Laylabelle as she sat stock still, well, as still as possible as one could while shaking uncontrollably. Her eyes were the widest they'd ever been, teeth locked together as she eyed up the gash on her arm. The only sound she was able to muster was a small whimper, paralyzed with fear.

Rolls

Save
1d100 (56) + 10 + 15 = 81
Will | Sol | 550C5
Success! Fail!

Point of Interest:
River Route
Survey Progress:
1959/1500
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[Vale*]

Notice

The current Survey Progress is 1959/1500. Please remember to keep count at the bottom of your posts. The actions Heal and Recover do not add to progress. Nor does Sol's roll, as the choice was made to fail regardless of the roll. Do math, fuckers, or I will fuck my math up next time I calculate damage.

With Love,
Vale*

 

[Blader X]

100 / 100

MIT Member (0-Rookie Fixer)
Red Fever (3) Disgust

Laylabelle found moss. Believe it or not, this was a good thing. Documenting its location, and possible effects alongside a hastily drawn bad picture cross referenced with one of her maps, Laylabelle quickly put her notes away and checked both of the watches resting on her inner wrists, one on the right, one on the left. It had been 10 minutes.

"Hey guys! Progress report! Is everyone okay and accounted for?!" @Sol @Frey Elzeiros @Schilva Flasch

Laylabelle knew she could be annoying sometimes, but being a nag was sometimes just part of the job. Of course, Laylabelle had made the terrible mistake of forgetting that she wasn't serving on an MIT survey...

"Uh guys~? Wait~ why is everyone poking at stuff at the same time~?!"

Laylabelle panicked for the briefest of moments, but that was all it took.

"Sol~! Don't drink local waaaaateeerrrr~!"

She shouted, before her eyes grew as large as saucers.

"What?!"

It was a something. It was a something bad. Laylabelle readied her bow but she knew she wouldn't make the shot in time. Then, suddenly...

"BOOF! BOOF BOOF BOOF! (It's a bandit!)

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"BOOF BOOF!" (Careful out there! Stay in formation!)

"BOOF BOOF! BOOF!"(You're dangerous! But don't worry, I'll be your tail-man)

Laylabelle watched her Wolf-o-Wisps fire off like three streaks of light in a line and flanking formation. "MAVERICK, GOOSE, ICEMAN, I'M COUNTING ON YOU!"

Laylabelle's went into search and rescue mode. Maverick attempted to ram the beast head on as Iceman struck from its flank. Goose then went in for the scoop to swipe Sol out the moment the monster reeled. Retrieving her wasn't enough, seeing the monster pull back Laylabelle shouted.

"If there's anyone out there, I need some cover! We have a wounded member! Applying treatment!"

Gathering her spirit pups back to her, Laylabelle caught Sol and collapsed with her as the doggies piled on and began to glow a healing spell.

"I'VE GOT YOU! YOU'RE FINE! JUST KEEP YOUR EYES ON ME, OKAY?! YOU'RE OKAY NOW! YOU'RE OKAY!!!"

Rolls

@Plutopia
Roll Result
1d6 (6) = 6

Laylabelle | Red Fever (3) | 550C5

@Plutopia
Heal (Single)
1d20 (13) + 10 + 0 + 15 = 38
+38 HP to 1 target @Sol

Spirit Magic | Laylabelle | 550C5C

[+15 = Tag Bonus]
Point of Interest: River Route
Survey Progress: 1959/1500 (No increase from Laylabelle due to healing.)

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[Frey Elzeiros]

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Red Fever (3) Fear

"We meet again, my old friend!" There is no hiding the genuine pang of emotion that he breathes out with every intonation of the words, an arm raised high above to wave @Schilva Flasch over the moment his approach becomes of notice to him.

"Look, guys! Guys! This is my best friend!" He rushes up to him, hooking an arm around his shoulders to drag him closer to the makeshift group inspecting the river's waters, and much more importantly, the dazzling display of colours unraveling underneath its surface.

He and @Laylabelle had gone back and forth on their theories regarding the hallucinations it supposedly caused, their origin, and other similar rumors. And though he is about to offer an apology for his method, or lack thereof, of accounting for their discoveries, it is her screaming that quickly re-directs his attention from the pair and to the advancing redhead, determined to cross the waters even if no passage had been found so far.

@Sol advances and he stumbles forward in his effort to catch up, leaving Schilva behind. Eyes bounce off of every object within his field of vision, momentarily toying with an object that might help secure her passage, but it's too flimsy or small so he chooses another. The screaming behind him increases in its volume so he hasn't the opportunity to check what is it that he is working his magic's pull on before it is too late.

A creature holds Sol by the arm and he...

Just...

SCREAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMS!!

His magic ceases its hold onto the Bastion Beetle's shield at the mere sight of the creature, a hand reaching out to hold tightly onto the first person available. The shield, no longer in its slow descent thanks to Frey's magics, just falls down into the river, sending water - and leeches- everywhere. Laylabelle continues to scream, and so does he, increasing the volume of his voice as if it were some kind of competition. Tears dot the corners of his eyes, and though he is unable to rush to Sol's aid, he turns to the next best option available.

Jumping for safety.

More specifically, he seeks refuge in another's arms. And to be perfectly precise, he dashes into Schilva's proximity with nary a word of warning to prepare him for what was unfolding in front of his very eyes, trusting with everything within his heart that his favourite NPC would not let him down as he practically throws himself at him.

Rolls

Mastery Check
2d100 (Advantage) (3, 32) + 10 + 15 = 57
Astramancy | Frey Elzeiros | 550C5C

Point of Interest: River Route
Survey Progress: 2,016/1500
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[Schilva Flasch]

Critical Success

100

130 / 130

Red Fever (3 - Emotion: Joy)

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"Fancy seeing you lot in these parts."
Schilva blinks away the dazzling lights of the foaming river as he steps forth to meet the trio (@Laylabelle, @Sol and @Frey Elzeiros). Was it his imagination, or had the colour become more vibrant as they'd shown up?
"Come to make a pilgrimage to my serene bend of the river, have you?"

Disregarding the ostentatious way in which he claims this part of the river for his own, Schilva appears a lot happier, comforted by the presence of these Travelers who have certainly come to appreciate his Romantic-with-a-capital-R sensibilities in scenery. Just as he begins to pace and wax poetic about the dancing of the rapids, something crunches gratingly underfoot.
"Ooh, what have we here? Hold on a minute."

A scintillating flash of colour catches Schilva's eye as, with a deft flick of his foot, the glimmering shellfish lands in his palm. I'm in great shape all of a sudden, he thinks to himself, prying open the loosely clasped shell. What he finds within is enough to distract him entirely from the crossing of the river.

As @Frey Elzeiros makes note of their strangely formed friendship, Schilva smiles and nods while only half-paying attention, busy examining his auspicious find.
The mirror within the mussel-shell captivates the egotistical swordsman in an instant, his steps falling into autopilot as he fords the river alongside the trio. How beautiful the image he sees, the dashing figure that he cuts in the multicoloured haze of river mist, contrasted against the even more radiant image of what he finds within appearing to him as the light shifts!

"Fascinating...how handsome I am!"
Utterly lacking in self-awareness as usual, Schilva murmurs excitedly to himself as a spring sets into his steps, lifting the mirror to catch the dazzling rays of sunlight shimmering off the rushing waters.
Unfazed by the flurry of leech-punctuated splashing, the usually blustering Schilva scarcely even reacts with more than a halfhearted shooing of his wrist at the sudden mauling of @Sol by the lurking Siren, too drunk on self-indulgent admiration to care about anything but the hundred different ways that the idyllic scenery complements his figure.

As Frey bounds into his arms, Schilva yields his stance with preternatural fluidity, mirror aloft in one hand as he smoothly catches the panicked Faerin in his arms. A tableau of grace and gallantry flashes in his mirror, billowing mist veiling a triumphant savior in picturesque perfection.

"Watch your step, partner~"

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (100) + 10 = 220 (Critical Success!)
Fitness | Schilva Flasch | 550C5C

Point of Interest: River Route
Survey Progress: 2236

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[Ru Ning]

150 / 160

Explorer's League Member (Orange Whistle)
Red Fever (3) Anger
Fall Damage: 10

His arrival marked by a tumultuous, tumbling crash, the lepus lie sprawled on his back, unceremoniously drenched in wine of an unknown vintage. A groan of pain sounded as he slowly rose upright, limbs stretching gingerly to test for pain. It was only after a few moments that his senses returned, his eyes twitching visibly with a smoldering annoyance at the circumstances presented.

Though Ru' descent had been exhilarating, the gaunt man had paid a steep price. His companions nowhere to be found, one remained unaccounted for while the last was spotted tumbling against death with a beast of unknown horrors. This left the gaunt beastfolk with solitude, uncannily silent solitude considering how vibrantly alive a natural underbelly typically was.

"Great."

Things were not great.​

One thing was clear however. Whatever this plague creeping upon his mind was, it's insidious nature was fickle at best. The doctor in him had long noticed his blood pressure rising, his mood changing constantly as if in a state of mania. Taking a deep breath bristling with undue annoyance, a short mantra was whispered to recenter his mind as he'd look around. Anything was welcome at this point, be it his separated companions, the supposedly departed vanguard, or whatever other new wonders awaited them.

"I am in control of my happiness…
I must allow myself to be happy…
Today is going to be a great day..."

It wouldn't hurt to call out for the others. Hopefully.

"BIRDIE? GUY?? ANYONE???" (@The Guy @Bluebird @Kamala Graham )

Things were not great…

But one could hope.​

Rolls

Roll Result
1d6 (1) = 1 (Anger!)
Ru Ning| Red Fever (3) | 550C5

Save
1d100 (20) + 15 = 35 (Fail)
Reflex | Ru Ning | 550C5C

Point of Interest: Root Cavern
Survey Progress: 2271/1500
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