Complete Main Story (Red Fever D - Adventures Guild) Ring a ding ding, baby!

[Fiora Di Angelo]

71 / 130

Red Fever (3) - Fear
-35 HP from by Crescent Atlas, 10 mitigated by #slimeparty
+11 from Sumire's cool rain
+7 from Toko's 'Nani?!'

What they all expected to be the fearsome conclusion of the golem turned out to be their own. In the blink of an eye, a clear difference in power was demonstrated, cataclysmic enough to leave the world dark to her eyes and the expectancy of sweet death to overcome the overloading pain her body went through, the one related to pain most specifically. Rational thought overruled by instinct: it felt real, the conflict, the bleeding wounds and the lack of oxygen as they begun to freefall-

Freefall?!

As if things couldn't be any worse, even in the sky she is being showered by something, in this case the restorative rainfall from @Sumire herself that alleviated the worst! were it not for the fact everyone around her were about to have a face-to-face meeting with the floor. Her blood iced as death pulled everyone one step closer towards their untimely doom As quick as the vines that caught her the moment she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as she accepted she would turn into a bloodstainstain, nature itself took her side for this very moment and found her down clean soil away from the green ichor of the swamp.

She patted her own body to confirm she's still breathing, eyes tearing up upon her puppy face as she looked back to her saviour, @Toko, hands outstretched at her in desperate need for a hug, wordless appreciation was all she could do for now.

People she owed her lives as much as she did to Toko were still high in the skies, including one man who she made a promise of revenge just moments earlier...

NononoNONO!

As if she would let any of them die. Even the ball of rage @Kyoko deserved to come out of this one alive if only to get shouted back later...

The storm begun to brew once again in a much smaller scale as the winds lifted to wrap around this falling entity, sending it at full force with the very blessings of the wind towards a different target...

"BIG MAN!! CAAAAATCH!"

@Brutus Dahlgren's cannon was flying back to it's owner's hands, ready to rip&tear with Fiora's own magic bestowed to assist him while airborne. Both to help him maneuver mid-air, and keep him safe should he land.

Rolls

Buff (Single)
1d100 (71) + 5 + 0 = 26 (Total divided by 3)
+26 buff to @Brutus Dahlgren for 3 posts

Divine Magic | Fiora Di Angelo | 550C6D

(Contribution) Ingredient Gathering: 2369/ 3000
(Contribution) Enemy Incursion: 1358 / ????
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[Ueno Mizuki]

130 / 180

Adventurer's Guild Member - Copper
Red Fever (4) - Anger
-10 HP from Retal (Reduced by 10 from #SlimeParty)

Mizuki could tell that the golem was suffering from the onslaught, but it wasn't enough: no matter how many times she punched it, cracking stone and removing chunks of rock, the golem still stood, tall as a building. The sadness she'd felt before was being replaced by anger, as she was getting more and more tired of this damn non-bleeding thing which refused to fall down.

The toxic mist made her cough and take a step back, which probably saved her life when one of Magikronos's arms turned into a blade that, quite literally, split the earth in twain. The force of the attack was enough to push Mizuki back, even if the huntress herself hadn't been caught in the direct strike. The people who had been caught were launched so high up that Mizuki lost sight of them, a fact which actually shocked her enough that for a moment all that anger was gone.

However, it didn't last long. As she looked around she saw the damage the golem had wrought, and how several of the ingredients they'd collected were lost in the bottomless chasm. She saw how @Selene was doing her best to make up for the lost ingredients, fervently ripping more manashrooms out of the ground. She saw the others desperately trying to catch those who had been thrown up into the air before gravity finished them off. She saw @Zelrius completely losing his temper, attacking the golem with blade and blaze.

She had ENOUGH.

Her golden eye turned a bloody red as both eyes began to glow and she let out a savage growl, almost like a roar. Dropping onto all fours she flashed forward towards the golem, ignoring everything else as she pounced on top of the blade. Using the golem's own weapon as a stepping stone she jumped even higher, aiming straight for the creature's head.

FALL TO PIECES!

Pulling her hand back she concentrated her energy to transform it into a large, deadly claw. With all the momentum of her charge behind the attack she ripped her claw across the golem's head, hoping to rip straight through it.

❰ Moon Swipe ❱

So far as Mizuki was concerned, the #SlimeParty was over.

Rolls

Roll Result
1d6 (1) = 1

Ueno Mizuki | Red Fever (4) | 550C6 (1-2: Anger, 3: Sadness, 4: Joy, 5: Fear, 6: Disgust)

Normal Attack
1d100 (58) + 25 + 15 + 20 = 118
118 damage

Martial Arts | Ueno Mizuki | 550C6D

(Contribution) Ingredient Gathering: 2369/ 3000
(Contribution) Enemy Incursion: 1476 / ????
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[Ilusa Nakhalee]

65 / 160

Unafifliated
Red Fever (4) Anger, anger ANGER
-30 Same Emotion
-10 toxins

The monster attacked, huge, glorious, but the angry haze made her blind to it; made her survive the stomps by instinct, made her roll in the slime, fall onto the amber slimes. She laid ontop of them, for moment, breathing in and then climbed to her knees, rasping out and wheezing, inhaling the toxic gas and the #emotionalsupport gentle mandragora’s scent.

Anger.
Pain.
Anger.
Pain.
Anger.
Anger.
Anger.

It squeezed her lungs as it stole her breath.

Pain wrecked her.
It exploded from inside. Angry swathes of red dotted her skin, which was peeling and seeped blood. Heat ran through her body, her vision swam. Her veins felt like on fire, her skin hissed and sizzled. Blood filled the damaged lungs, making her cough and spit globes of crimson, ruby blood. She could taste it, even as it dribbled down her chin.

Her once pristine robes were now smeared green and red. The fabric soaked it well, turning red.

Red, red, red.

Her vision swam in red. Red huge bar, red name, red bars, red on her skin, red on her robes, red on her claws, red in her eyes.
Blood. Rage. Pain. Hate. Anger, angerangeranger.

It felt oh so similar to that time and she hated, hatedHATED.

How did it dare to make her feel this? Remember this? Gouge open her wounds and dance on them, bringing agony and rage?

Her vision swam, her jaw hurt from the force she used to clench her teeth to not roar in anger. Her teeth hurt, her lungs choked with blood in them, her skin was on fire.

The enemy killed, it wanted to end them. Well, fuck what it wanted.

Ilusa staggered onto her legs, even when everything hurt as if she were being boiled from the inside. Frantic, furious eyes looked through the gathered players, checking which health bars were lowest. Looking for the reds among the greens and yellows, patting lightly the slimes that seemed to make worried sounds even amidst their #slimeparty.

Red, red, red, red everything was furious and red.

“Ah~” She exhaled, rapturous, spotting those red. “There you are.” With a beatific smile, she once more recited Words of Power, pale-gold light giving her angelic look as streaks shot off in three directions, healing @Zelrius , @Toko and @Kyoko

Rolls

Roll Result
1d6 (2) = 2
Ilusa Nakhalee | Red Fever (4) |550C6D

Heal (AoE)
1d20 (8) + 25 + 15 + 10 = 20 (Total divided by 3)
+20 HP to 3 targets
Divine Magic | Ilusa Nakhalee | 550C6D

Loot (nat-die 90+): No
(Contribution) Ingredient Gathering: 2369 / 2700
(Contribution) Enemy Incursion: 1476 / ????

Play Sheet Link

 

[Lune]

120 / 155

Adventurer's Guild Member - Silver
Red Fever (4) - Anger
-20HP from getting gassed
10DMG mitigated from #slimeparty

What. the. fuck. Was that an earthquake?

Moonsong was luckily far away from the attack that might've split the entire continent in two. But right now, the Adventurers Guild is scattered and the morale is low. Some people had taken the beating and some are apparently up in the skies? Right now, she can only focus on herself, as she grows angry about not being able to help her teammates crack the golem's head open. But they really need the materials, as the key to MIT being able to cure the fever depends on it.

"Oi, @Zelrius, everything alright back there?!" The girl typed on comms to her fellow adventurer, concerned about his condition against the massive enemy. She opened her UI, noticing the stack for Red Fever was now at four. Growing desperate, she ordered the slimes to help her gather what was left of the manashrooms. Just hear the voice in her head. Just close your eyes and ears to all the ruckus and fighting around you. You need to focus. FOCUS! GATHER! LET'S GO!

"Gah! I can't focus at all!! Looks like this #slimeparty might need a little release after all!"

Rolls

Roll Result
1d6 (4) = 4
Moonsong | Red Fever (3) | 550C5 (1-2: Anger, 3: Sadness, 4: Joy, 5: Fear, 6: Disgust)

Expertise Check
1d100 (70) + 10 + 15 = 95
Arcanamancy | Moonsong | 550C6D | Manashroom

(Contribution) Ingredient Gathering: 2464 / 2700
(Contribution) Enemy Incursion: 1476 / ????
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[Cyrus Sylvester]

50 / 120

Unaffiliated
Red Fever (4) - Fear
-20 HP from Toxic Gas
-15 from Gathering Failure
10DMG mitigated from #slimeparty

The golem retaliated. A noxious gas was released, entering and irritating Cyrus' lungs, slowly leaking his health. People were sent flying into the air, everything was going to shit. At the obvious disaster, strong fear suddenly gripped him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, no, no, no, no," he whispered, trying to stay out of the way of further attacks. He frantically looked here and there. @Celestine was getting attacked by the monster directly, @Kat Otsu was still hanging off the golem precariously.

Cyrus had to close his eyes, and put a trembling hand to his chest. His heart was beating so loudly, it was almost all he could hear, its vibrations sending shivers up his arms. He was nauseous, and had to breathe very carefully not to be sick all over. He slowly opened his eyes, looking at the ground. "Right, gather, gather," he quietly tried to encourage himself. He meandered around the swamp, doing his best to herd the slimes to one location. However, he was shaking so badly, he agitated the poor fellows, and they released acid all over him. "C-c'mon, guys, I'm try-trying my b-best here."

#slimeparty #emotionalsupport

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (5) + 10 + 15 = 30
Knack | Cyrus Sylvester | 550C6D | Amberslime

(Contribution) Ingredient Gathering: 2494 / 2700
(Contribution) Enemy Incursion: 1476 / ????
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[Kat Otsu]

059 / 100

Unaffiliated
Red Fever (4) - Joy x20
-20 HP from Golem Offensive
+10 HP from #SlimeParty
+9 HP from @Sumire

Kat did everything she could to desperately hold onto the side of the golem. The gas engulfed her and she couldn't help but scream out as she suffocated from the cloud around her. Coughing madly, she felt something on her face. It was a slime, and it seemed to be acting like a gas mask for her. She blinked, considering for a moment that she should pull the thing off of her face, but it was helping her. Their #slimeparty was working!

Kat felt rejuvenated by a cooling rain that she could feel, but not that she could see, and she thanked whoever was helping her. Feeling brave, the girl started to climb the golem, occasionally taking breaks between the golem's movement to use her Shadow Arts to teleport higher up the golem until she finally reached the head. She reached it just in time to watch the devastating slam that rocked the earth, and held on for dear life as the golem's lower half exploded and it fell into the crevasse that it had created.

Kat laughed as she rode the head of the golem, grinning wildly despite the slime mask that sat on her face.

"THIS. IS. SO. MUCH. FUN!"

She screamed into the sky as she watched the others get rocketed into the stratosphere. She wanted to help the others, but there wasn't a lot she could do. That, and she had a vendetta. This swamp was gross, this golem was terrible, and all Kat wanted was to kill it. She felt the entire head rock as @Ueno Mizuki clawed into it, screaming all the while, riding the golem like a crazed bull.

"YEAH! JUST LIKE THAT!"

She urged Mizuki on, before lining up her own blade. There was an exhaust port on the back of the head, spewing gas. That was it! That was the target! Without thinking any further about how terrible of an idea this might be, Kat shoved her hand directly into the exhaust port, her hidden blade driving deep into the inner workings of the Golem, hoping to disable this thing once and for all.

Cackling like a girl completely drunk with power, she continued to laugh, even as the dangerous gas engulfed her.

Rolls

Roll Result
1d6 (6) = 4

Kat Otsu | Red Fever (4) | 550C6

Sneak Attack
1d100 (71) + 5 + 0 = 76
76 damage
Sneak Attack unsuccessful! You have disadvantage on your next save roll
Shadow Arts | Kat Otsu | 550C6D | #TeamFullCock

Loot (nat-die 90+): No
(Contribution) Swamp Ingredients: 2494 / 2700
(Contribution) Enemy Incursion: 1552 / ????
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[Gutsy Ironvolt]

89 / 145

Unaffiliated
Red Fever (4) Joy
-20 hp toxic gas
+10 hp slimeparty

What's this? I'm not sad anymore. I feel... Happy? Happy! Haha I did it! My seething bloodlust and fury must have overtaken whatever was making me sad and brought me back to my usual self!

"HAHAHA! DON'T EVEN WORRY ABOUT IT @Cynna I'LL JUST GET EVEN MORE MANASHROOMS! I'M BACK AND GODS DAMN DO I FEEL GREAT! THE KITTY IS SAVED, THIS ROBOT IS GOING TO GO DOWN SOON, AND FOR SOME REASON I LOVE PICKING MANASHROOMS. HOLY SHIT I JUST CAN'T STOP PICKING 'EM THIS IS JUST ABOUT ONE OF THE MOST FUN THINGS I'VE EVER DONE IN MY LIFE, HAHAHA!"

Regan looked around.

"UH OH! LOOKS LIKE I PICKED ALL THE MANASHROOMS UP FROM HERE."

Scouting around her immediate area, Regan saw no mushrooms. Then looking up at the golem, she saw them. Dozens of them. The golem was covered in manashrooms.

"HAH! I KNOW WHERE I CAN GET SOME MORE!"

Flying full speed at the golem, Regan would jump on the creature's back and savagely start ripping manashrooms of the living machine

"I HOPE YOU DON'T NEED THESE TO SURVIVE YOU STONE BASTARD BECAUSE I'M TAKING ALL THE MANASHROOMS YOU GOT! HAHAHAHA! HAND THEM OVER YOU SHITTY ROCK!"

Rolls

@Malzel
Roll Result
1d6 (5) = 5

Regan | Red Fever (4) | 550C6

@Malzel
Mastery Check
1d100 (69) + 15 = 84 + 15 (All Clear) = 99

Weapon Arts | Regan | 550C4D | Manashroom

(Contribution) Ingredient Gathering: 2593 / 3000
(Contribution) Enemy Incursion: 1552 / ????
Play Sheet Link

#slimeparty #emotionalsupport

 

[Omega Redux]

44 / 100

Omega Faction
Red Fever (4) = 5 Fear
-10 DMG from big boi (10 less cuz #slimeparty)

In an alternate timeline, at a different place, Omega would have witnessed all of the glory that was unfolding in front of her with amazement, or anger. Both were valid alternatives to what she was about to experience. More fun, for sure, too.

Alas, Omega had to deal with the hand given in this particular thread of time. Her rolling performance, lackluster. Damn speedrunners.

So it came that, as the Magitek giant performed his transformation, Omega could feel a foreign emotion. From one second to the next, she had a flashback to things she heard, or thought.

If you play this game, you will die!
Terrasphere isn't for kids!
I'm not kidding around, this is serious!
Was the milk I drank this morning spoiled?

Fear. Omega could die. She backed away. Run. Run!! Run away!!! Screw your plans and ideas! Screw becoming a 'Final Boss'! Just what was this!? Mia, so her real name also wondered. Out of all the emotions she possessed, fear was the least specced!

...

Something she had just never experienced before. About to abandon the battlefield in a shameful display, it was the angry barking of @Kyoko that pulled Omega out of her way-too-long introspection! And the pink hair hadn't even addressed her!

"Urgh..." Omega curled her fists. Yes, she could die. But that also meant, so could the others! That... was just as bad. They had lives and all that boring crap too, no?

"FINE!" With a little bit of courage, and her entire body, Omega Redux turned around once again. Witnessing how one by one, the now falling heroes kept being snatched off and rescued! All, except one!

"O-o-omega's not afraid! You're afraid!" She proclaimed loudly to build up more courage. "DUMB B-ELVIS!!" She added, her legs now carrying her forward instead of backward. Summoning a Magitek bed that looked right out of a sci-fi movie. If the sci-fi movie was directed by @Celestine, @Kat Otsu and @Alphabet Chocolate. How this would cushion anyone's fall? Well, anime.

"TREVIS! You can't die yet! Omega has to still throw you inside a volcano first!" She called out to him, still shaking all over her body as she worked her Aeromancy to give Trevis a safe, maybe, landing on top of a potentially very stylish, pink, and corny Magitek bed.

Omega was in need of #emotionalsupport.

Rolls

Roll Result
1d6 (5) = 5
Omega Redux | Red Fever (4) | 550C6

Revive
2d20 (10, 7)
Revive 1 target(s) -> Trevis @mina*
Magitech | Omega Redux | 550C6D

(Contribution) Swamp Ingredients: 2593 / 1350
(Contribution) Enemy Incursion: 1552 / ????
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[Brutus Dahlgren]

88 / 200

TeamFullCock Memeber
Red Fever (4) Forced Anger x10 (50 Damage)

The world is so beautiful...what a beautiful way to die...

The thought crossed the giants mind as he was flung through the stratosphere, looking at it all as if he were sitting on rocket. I've always wanted to be an astronaut, what a fucked up way to make my dream come true. He mused to himself. It was over, tears still pouring down his face. Harold had died for nothing, he was no hero, he could only hope it wouldn't spell disaster for the others. The others...

Images of @Corsair @Toko @Ilya, @The Guy @Kaede Hoshi, and many more all flashed through his head, his #EmotionalSupport. Suddenly, the profound sadness snapped, giving way to something greater. He could hear his #Slimeparty Friend Harold whisper in his ear, Avenge me.

Sadness gave way to rage.

"BIG MAN CATCH!"

The giant turned to see his canon flying towards him, slamming into his gut as eh wrapped his arms and legs around it, clinging to it for dear life. This was his problem solver, this would do exactly what he would need. The giant let out a thunderous roar, repositioned himself, and channeled all of the pyromancy he could muster through the canon, shooting a jet of flame out the barrel and propelling him forward, downwards, with greater speeds than gravity could muster. Howling, Brutus let out only one string of intelligible words.

"DAHLGREN SPECIAL TECHNIQUE! TSAR! BOMBA!"

With the aid of @Fiora Di Angelo's Aeromancy, and his own Pyromancy, he shot downwards with exceptional speeds, turning himself into the ranged attack this time as he dove straight for the creatures face, slamming into it with the butt of his canon.

Rolls

Heavy Attack
1d100 (21) + 25 + 15 + 5 + 26 + 20 = 112
112 damage
You cannot move this cycle
Ranged Weapons | Brutus Dahlgren | 550C6D

(Contribution) Ingredient Gathering: 2768./ 2700 (After Edits)
(Contribution) Enemy Incursion: 1664 / ????
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[Hayate]

65 / 120

Adventurer's Guild Member (Copper Rank)
Red Fever (3)

It was a wild ride of a time, but as he watched from afar gathering materials the rest of the guild battled what surely would've been the death of him. As the anger receded it was replaced with . . Joy? Probably relief was the source as the poor souls buying time were launched into the air, with one in particular taking the brunt of the blow. Wincing at the sight and glad that it wasn't him, he'd return to trying to gather more of the needed materials. But as he turned back to the swamp he slipped, falling right into the acidic sludge. Quickly clambering back to his feet with a smile on his face in spite of that. Maybe someone, someplace, somewhere used the slime for a spa treatment? Who knows, only happy distracting thoughts crowded the front of his mind.

Reaching into his quiver he'd tie a cord to the butt end of each of his arrows as he casually and relaxedly bowfished slimes out of the lake to the backdrop of screams and pain. There was always the pan over to the newbie or old man npc fishing in the middle of all the action in most anime right? Today that was his role to play.

He wondered where all his friends were gazing around as he waited for a slime to...gloop? by in the water. @Zelrius was busy bashing away while @Kyoko was being much much louder than normal, even causing a ripple in the water nearby from his her screams. And the final missing one @Mio Ban? Where was she? Oh having the time of her life flying, the dream of so many.

Rolls

Roll Result
1d6 (4) = 4
Hayate | Red Fever (4) | 550C6D


Mastery Check
1d100 (13) + 15 + 15 = 43
Ranged Weapons | Hayate | 550C6D

-20 Hp from the Golem Flatulence
-15 Hp from sucking at fishing slimes
+10 for #slimeparty

(Contribution) Ingredient Gathering: 2811 / 2700
(Contribution) Enemy Incursion: 1664 / ????

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[Alphabet Chocolate]

165 / 230

Adventurer's Guild Member - Copper
(Red Fever (4) Fear)
-20 HP from Gas
+10 HP from #slimeparty

Alpha hid under her counterfeit Beatrice's Princess Nighty-night sleeping bag as the earth shook and splintered. It sounded like someone was having a mad rave in the center of the world. Half of her wanted to knock on the ground and yell shut up or I'll call the cops, but a more persistent, wiggly feeling crawled up her chest, punching the words out of her. Instead, Alpha sobbed into her blanket as she grasped the last of her slime rations and took a bite. It did little to calm her but, if TV taught her anything, stress eating was always the solution.

She could hear someone screaming. Alpha didn't dare peek out. Right now, Alpha would rather worry about herself than some guy named Trevis and, honestly, with a name like that, Alpha didn't think anyone would miss him if he was gone. His mother sure didn't love him.

There was chaos brewing all around her. People shouting and yelling, their voices melding into mindless noise that made Alpha feel more claustrophobic. She hadn't felt this level of fear since her thireenth birthday party when her parents hired that clown. She wouldn't, no---she couldn't---face this. Instead, Alpha tentatively snaked her arm out her blanket, her fingertips lighting up with hints of her magic.

There was no way she was gonna fight against whatever that thing was. It literally swung a sword and poof, the slimes evaporated and the people disappeared as quickly as her middle school friend's father after the 23andMe. She silently waved her hand, her trembling lips too shaken and tense for a word to slip out. Time started to turn back, some injuries slowly closing up as if it had never happened. Alpha snuggled deeper into the dirty floor and cushioned cloth.

Yup, not her problem. All she had to do was keep the people over there alive so they could solve this whole thing. She was just getting too old for this sugar-honey-iced-tea.

#slimeparty

Rolls

Mastery Check
(1d20 (6) + 25 + 20) / 3 = 17 for (@Zelrius @Kyoko @Celestine)
Chronomancy | Alphabet Chocolate | 550C6D

Red Fever Roll
1d6 (5) = 5
Alphabet Chocolate | Red Fever (4) | 550C6

(Contribution) Ingredient Gathering: 2811 / 2700
(Contribution) Enemy Incursion: 1664 / ????
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[Ryoubai]

90 / 100

Unaffiliated Member
Red Fever (4) - Joy x10

Ryou hurried to log onto the game. She was late, and she hadn't meant to leave Kat alone for so long. After logging on, she looked around. A gentle smile grew on her face, but the situation wasn't meant to be happy. Confusion and concern was quickly overtaken by happiness. She didn't understand why she felt this way, but soon it made sense. She'd get to see Kat again soon and she was so excited! Kat was nowhere to be found. She looked around for someone to ask, to see if they knew where Kat went. After coming across some NPCs, she asked them in a chipper voice if they had seen a short woman, blonde hair, and wearing a kimono. They said she had went off with the Adventurer's Guild to gather materials. She thanked them and went on her way after they pointed her in the right direction.

She followed the path down to the swamp. As she walked, she felt the earth shake and heard the sound of stone grinding against each other along with the screams of people and clashing of weapons. She gasped, but what was supposed to be nervous came out as a surprised gasp. She began to run towards the sound of it. Soon she was at the swamp and saw the tiny figure of her girlfriend arm deep in the golem's exhaust port. She gasped again and smiled, giggling.

"Kat! I missed you so much!! What are you doing up there?! Here, I'll come up to you!" She called up to her. With the use of her Geomancy, the stone sprung up underneath in a column and launched her up to the head of the golem.

"You look so silly with that thing on your face! Oh-- do you need help? You look stuck!" She said, giggling. She used her hammer to try and loosen the port away from her arm, gritting her teeth.

Rolls

Roll Result
1d6 (4) = 4

Ryoubai | Red Fever (4) | 550C6

Protect
1d100 (38) + 0 + 0 = 38
38 damage
Give 1 ally in your zone the Protected status (@Kat Otsu)
Geomancy | Ryoubai | 550C6D

(Contribution) Ingredient Gathering: 2811 / 2700
(Contribution) Enemy Incursion: 1702 / ????
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[Celestine]

71 / 185

Unaffiliated
Red Fever (4) - Sadness x10
-102 hp from protected Crescent Atlas.
-15 hp from Amberslime.
+11 hp from Sumire.
+7 hp from Toko.
+17 hp from Alphabet Chocolate.
+14 hp from Azykia.

Celestine's ballad of love definitely worked. The giant golem was now coming in for an #EmotionalSupport hug. With its giant blade. Oh.

She raised her hand to offer a relatively pitiful block and The King join, her hand glowing with as much astral energy as she could manage. But no amount of gravity powers could stop that blade.

...

Everything hurt. Everything hurt, and, she could barely breathe. The upside was that she was about as up as she could possibly be, and it was beautiful. The downside followed shortly, and quickly.

@Sumire
She fell through a soothing rain cloud and, sadly, felt better.

@Toko
She felt a refreshing waft of nature magic and, sadly, felt better.

@Alphabet Chocolate
She felt her crushed bones and open wounds reverse to working order and, sadly, felt better.

@Azykia
...why sadly? Why did it all feel so depressing? Why did she feel like bursting into tears? Death in this world was temporary, no? It would be all right?

...

What was the point? Let the ground finish her.

Suddenly, a beautiful spiral of light appeared from below, swirling up to meet her. The moment she touched it, she felt a spark of extreme joy to counter her misery, and even managed a smile as the light whisked her through the air like a merry-go-round. It deposited her right next to an abnormally perky Azzy.

"Azzy, w-what are you doing... here...?" she tried to say, though it came off as more of a sob. Before she could stop herself, she wrapped her strangely-joyful sis' in a hug, clinging as hard as a Trevis clung to a Caccu. "There is a danger..."

As they hugged, many of the amberslimes noticed the astral mage's glowing hair and hopped nearby, drawn to the dazzling light and even smacking into her a few times. Several AG members noticed this and arrived to frantically gather them up as Celestine continued having an episode.

Rolls

Roll Result
25d20 (4 + 4 + 19 + 3 + 16 + 9 + 6 + 18 + 3 + 12 + 9 + 2 + 10 + 19 + 7 + 9 + 8 + 6 + 2 + 19 + 4 + 15 + 4 + 11 + 15) = 234
Crescent Altas vs. Celestine!

Expertise Check
1d100 (33) + 85 + 15 = 133
Presence | Celestine | 550C6D | Amberslime

#slimeparty

(Contribution) Ingredient Gathering: 2944 / 2700
(Contribution) Enemy Incursion: 1664 / ????
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[Chrys]

66 / 130

Unaffiliated
Red Fever (4) Anger
-20 HP from toxic gas eww stinky

"WHAT IS THAT GOD AWFUL SMELL?!" Pete screamed in anger when he managed to sniff something gross. Well, not sniff. It was more like someone let rip a big one and Pete could do nothing else but get his nose assault by the noxious odor. Just like in college. With his terrible roommates.

"CAN'T YOU GUYS JUST KEEP IT DOWN OVER THERE?!" Pete continued screaming, too furious and single-minded to stop and care about everyone else who was fighting something or whatever. Whatever. Pete wasn't told to fight. Pete was told to gather shit. He'd gather the shit until that shit gets turned to gold. That's the job, mostly, and that's the only job he'll do. For money, of course. Screw everything else. "I'M WALKING WORKING HEAH!" Stupid Pete.

Rolls

Roll Result
1d6 (2) = 2 (Anger)
Pete Simpson | Red Fever (4) | 550C6 (1-2: Anger, 3: Sadness, 4: Joy, 5: Fear, 6: Disgust)

Mastery Check
1d100 (51) + 10 = 61
Nature Magic | Pete Simpson | 550C4D | Amberslime

Loot (nat-die 90+): No
#slimeparty

(Contribution) Ingredient Gathering: 3005 / 2700
(Contribution) Enemy Incursion: 1664 / ????
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[Roland Rutledge]

70 / 180

Unaffliated
Red Fever (4) Anger X10

"THIS PLACE. IS THE WORST!" Roland roared as his inner thoughts collapsed upon themselves as his anger removed any filter he felt. "THIS GOLEM IS BULLSHIT. IT'S LITERALLY IMPOSSIBLE TO KILL. WHY IS IT EVEN IN A ZONE WITH SO MANY DEBUFFS? WHAT IS THE POINT OF HAVING ALCHEMY IF MY ANTIDOTES DON'T CURE DEBUFFS? WHY ARE WE EVEN HERE, AND WHERE IS THAT DAMN SPIDER DRAGON!"

Jumping from a crumbling platform to a slime-covered surface, past equally angry, and depressed fellow players he tried to weave in and out of the golem's striking distance as he waited for an opening. He looked for allies he'd recognized, but everyone was too covered in slime, hurt, or busy to otherwise assist. "YOU'RE ALL WORTHLESS! PICK YOURSELVES UP AND ATTACK ALREADY!"

Abandoning all sense of defense, he strode forward with blazing speed as he spun in a semi-circle slashing in his trademark manner screaming incoherently as he delivered a powerful blow to the golem's side. Not that it even seemed to notice.

Rolls

1d100 (92) + 25 + 20 + 35 = 172
172 damage

Slash Weapons | Roland Rutledge | 550C4D
-30 HP from Red Fever (4)
-20 HP from Toxic Gas
+10 HP from Slimeparty

(Contribution) Ingredient Gathering: 3005 / 3000
(Contribution) Enemy Incursion: 1,836 / ????
#Slimeparty #Teamfullcensored
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[mina*]

atlas

Spoiler: Atlas, Caccu

As the winds of the stratosphere grazed violently past her body, the felis couldn’t help but wonder if this was the end. She already had to muster all her energy and effort to prevent any of the other members from suffocating, there was no way she could find a way out of this situation. After she had been UI-locked, she knew the risks of continuing to partake on adventuring expeditions such as these. But what else was she supposed to do? Relegate her life to the backlines, and live a simple, common life that anyone with half a brain would have preferred…over…

A view such as this? No way.
At the end of the day, she was an adventurer.

Caccu could feel her chest tighten as the world blessed her with a first-row seat view of Arcia. It reminded her of days long gone, of the routinely need of going to work and returning home at the end of the day. She missed talking with friends over devices she hadn’t seen anymore for at least four years now, or the days she’d stay awake until late just to share the newest viral image. The shape of technology from her homeworld and their intricacies, sadly, became nothing but a distant memory with every passing day. What an unbelievable mess of emotions.

She wanted to go back home,
She wanted to go back to safety,
She wanted to go back to those days,

But they’ll never come back.

Memories of when this was just a game and she was just another player; another face in the crowd resurfaced. Even so, she knew that no matter how much regret she held within her heart, those days would never come back. As her jade hues glanced up to observe the crybaby of a man holding her in his arms, she realized home was somewhere else now. He must’ve been worried sick. Did he really miss her that much? She was just a player, a traveler, and a defective one at that, as her godly power to return from death was gone for some time now. Even so, he still shed tears for her.

Her lips curled up,
Her hug tightened,
Her eyes slowly closed.

…Caccu wished she could at least save him.

Suddenly, the warmth of water washes over her body, at long last getting rid of the disgusting green sticking to her body.

No.

Was it one of the players?

No, no!

The water enveloped her body, protecting her within the flowing safety of a bubble.

No, no, no! Him! Save him first! He was a part of this breathing, living world, unlike herself!

The felis wanted to cry out, to scream. She cursed her inability to use her UI and send messages, anything, anything to-

SPLASH!

She safely landed on top of a large chunk of earth, not that far away from @Sumire. Having spent so much time relying on herself and Trevis alone, she had forgotten the camaraderie and trust of donning the mantle of an adventurer. All of them were fine. Not a single death. Such was the power of Astoreans, the people Starcalled to this land for a purpose and reason unknown to this day. Light danced within her eyes, as she watched Trevis return to the battlefield. Alive. Breathing. This was not the end just yet.

T-thank nyou… (sheepish words escaped her lips, but they were legitimate nonetheless.)

With her staff in hands, she stood up and watched over the scene.

There was no time to be moping around!

Spoiler: Atlas, Trevis

OOOOOOOBOBOBOBOBOBOAAAHGHOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!

How had things come to this? His mighty arms embraced his emotional support babycat, and he could feel his spirit return to the husk that was the man a few minutes ago. But why in the world such a precious moment had to happen god knows how high up in the goddamn sky?! The king’s two brain cells worked at their full capacity to devise a plan where he’d come out on top of the atlas-sized challenge before him, but nothing came to mind.

This wasn’t a problem he could solve by flexing his muscles or flashing pearly white teeth.

Ever since he had come across his babycat a few years ago by accident, they’ve been stuck to one another like glue. He had to find a way out, to do something, anything so that he could protect that smile. Alas, no matter how hard his big, yet smooth brain tried, he knew he’d come up with no plans to circumvent this deadly situation. If she hadn’t come up with a way to survive this, how could he even hope to find a solution himself?

Over dramatic tears are soon replaced with his trademark grin.

Even so, he still had to win. He still had to defy fate and come out on top of every hardship on his way. That was what it meant to be an adventurer. To be an adventurer was to protect what mattered to you; to protect your friends, to protect your goals, to protect your honor and to embrace the greed natural to mortals. An adventurer needed not the lofty goals of a knight, had no desires to risk everything for the sake of researching the unknown, and they damn well weren’t self-sacrificing individuals that tossed their lives away. They had a job to do, they completed it, and they SURVIVED it.

… Sadly, he had to admit that his future rested on the hands of fate this time.​

It was then that something separated him from his significant other — magic. As he watched the felis desperately trying to scream and pull him, he flashed his smile with a double-thumbs up and a charismatic wink one last time.

Good. If she would survive, then he could at least rest in peace.​

As the world grew larger than life and the surface became clearer, Trevis was ready to accept his fate — until a flying bed, of all things, saved the day. Pearly whites revealed themselves to the world once more, and he saluted like a nutcracker to @Omega Redux.

It wasn’t his day to kick the bucket either!

 

[mina*]

Ring a ding, ding baby!
'Til the other side of the coin, adventurer!

Spoiler: Mood

YOOOOOOOOU HAVE MY GRATITUDE, BABYBOSS! (He landed on the king-sized bed as a blue aura enveloped his body.)

On his arms, two massive gauntlets came into existence with a bright burst of energy. From there, he launched himself at high speed back down to the swamp, making his way where other adventurers fought back the gigantic golem.

The glow of Magikronos’ mechanical eyes fluttered in activity, much like a machine nearing the end of its energy reserves.

As soon as it had managed to find some footing, @Ueno Mizuki landed her claws against the stony surface and the magitech giant found itself stagnant within the maws of its own abyss yet again.

Alas, its gigantic hand grabbed hold of the caenis, ready to turn her into a red stain within its hand, when @Kat Otsu had the brilliant idea of shoving a weapon within one of Magikrono’s exhaust pipes.

The poor rogue would instantly light up like fireworks as the magitech energy violently coursed throughout her body. Brilliant or not, it had saved the Caenis’ life as the hand fell limp to the side in response.

The reckless and non-stop sapping of some of its power source by the hands of @Regan didn’t help either. @Roland Rutledge’s blow crashed against the unit, and though the damage wasn’t noticeable, the chasm beneath grew weaker with every single attack.

Error. Error. Critical energy state imminent. Error. Instability on terrain is reaching dangerous levels.

Meanwhile, Caccu eyed the scenery, vigilant to anything worth of note on the battlefield. It was then that she realized something was off about the chasm the golem had opened with its cataclysmic tank buster attack. The inner walls were cracking under the pressure of the golem’s weight, and the constant waves of attacks and slime pouring down within seemed to only exacerbate the impending catastrophe.

Trevis! It’s gonnya collapse! Get them outta there! Nyow!

You bet, babycat!

A loud crack resounded in the area, proof of the collapsing earth nearby the chasm.

Punching the ground using one of his massive gauntlets, the king jumped over and across the golem’s body,

The earth rumbled again as Magikronos raised its massive hand in order to stop @Brutus Dahlgren final offensive; only for the King to crash against it with his gauntlets, clearing the way for the finisher. As the redhead’s attack crashed against the core of the giant golem, the edges of the chasm had finally reached their limit.

Isternya, invel, ull! (the felis drew arcane letters in the air, and several rings of purple energy manifested out of her magic.)

Tissel! (The rings disappeared, manifesting again around all the remaining members, teleporting them near herself and away from danger.)

On the other hand, Trevis used his massive gauntlets to pick up Brutus, Mizuki, Kat, @Ryoubai and Roland before jumping away to safety. One last wave of slime spread across the swamp before the ground gave away into the chasm below, turning into a gigantic, abyssal maw that swallowed the golem whole. As the sharp-dressed man landed near Caccu and Sumire, one final thud could be heard, reverberating throughout the swamp.

An overbearing silence filled the area. Would it come back? Was that the end?

Silence.

The slime endlessly fell deep into the gigantic hole.

Your UI flashed red, indicating combat mode, until at long last...

It stopped.

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Spoiler: Conclusion

Spoiler: Mood

You had won.

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH BABY! ( Upon confirmation, Trevis shouted and several other adventurers replied with another shout of their own.)

(The King put down everybody he rescued before continuing,)

Everybody, we’ve made it out alive! It’s only expected ain’t it? We’re all a bunch of stars, and we showed that stony ass who’s shining brighter around these parts!

Looks like we’ve got myore than enyough ingredients, too… (the felis scanned all the participants as she rubbed her chin.)

Today may have been a massive success, my babies, but never forget there’s another side to the coin. Keep your goals in mind, help your fellow adventurers, and move forward.

We’ve gotta hurry back to the camp now, the brainiacs need us! I don’t wanna wait to see that thing crawl back up from the hole! Gogogo, my babies! Mission complete, let’s go!’

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fin

Your mission has at long last come to its conclusion, adventurer. Revel in the taste of victory, and with each step, know that your goals are closer no matter how far they appear to be. Take up arms, rejoice on the company of each other, and complete your tasks to earn your coin. Never grow complacent for the coin flips every moment, and the next one could be just around the corner. This is only the beginning; one step among many before you. Know that the world is always watching, and may the gold light your way to glory.

'Til the other side of the coin, adventurer!​

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[mina*]

Conclusion
Mammonite is in my blood, and it bleeds R E D.

• The total amount of ingredients will affect the final result of the [Serenity Mist] quality.
• At the moment of posting, refresh and look at the contribution count recorded in post above you and update the total contribution. The contribution tally is counting UP
• For every post you make, apply 1 stack of Red Fever.

Ingredient Gathering

3005 / 2700 HP

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Mandragora

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Damage: If your actual die (excluding modifiers) is [50] or lower take 20 damage from the wonderful screaming therapy.

Secrets

• 70+ Presence secret cleared! ✓
• 70+ K/A secret cleared! ✓
• 80+ K/A secret cleared! ✓
• 90+ K/A secret cleared! ✓

Spoiler: Lore

These toxic plants thrive in this inhospitable area, where they can't easily be pulled out by other creatures due to the pool of slime protecting them. If using either Awareness or Knowledge for your roll, check if they meet the unlock mechanic for the hidden information listed down below.

Amberslime

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Damage: If your actual die (excluding modifiers) is [50] or lower take 15 damage. The slime will munch on your armor and weapon, splashing acid on you.

Secrets

• 70+ Presence secret cleared! ✓
• 70+ F/K secret cleared! ✓
• 80+ F/K secret cleared! ✓
• 90+ F/K secret cleared! ✓

Spoiler: Lore

Amber-colored slimes that quietly swim on the inanimate expanse of stinky jelly. Their diet favors most inorganic matter such as armor and weapons. If using either Fortitude or Knack for your roll, check if they meet the unlock mechanic for the hidden information listed below.

Manashroom

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Damage: If your actual die (excluding modifiers) is [50] or lower take 20 damage. You suck at platforming. Have you ever played Super Mario?

Secrets

• 60+ Presence secret cleared! ✓
• 70+ K/A secret cleared! ✓
• 80+ K/A secret cleared! ✓
• 90+ K/A secret cleared! ✓

Spoiler: Lore

Small glowing mushrooms that have overtaken the inner structures of the ancient temple. Over several years, they have been feeding on the mana of all sorts of animals that perish on the surrounding slime. As a result of contact with these overcharged mushrooms, the hidden and malfunctioning magitech of the temple has been activated.

The walls, ground, structures and stairs inside all move at random intervals, seemingly moved by an invisible force. The internal dilapidated structure of the temple apparently has no bottom, ending up in darkness, but considering the amount of vines and platforms it's unlikely that you'll fall deep.

Enemy Incursion

ᛗᚨᚷᛁᚴᚱᛟᚾᛟᛋ
❰ Vanquished? ❱​

Final note

Thank you for everyone who participated in the Adventurer's Guild Expedition thread. I had a lot of fun writing with all of you, have somehow managed to spawn a ton of memes as a result, and just had an overall amazing time. I hope to learn from the hiccups here and there, and improve in the future so we can have even better stories to write and enjoy together. Thanks again, and see nya next time!