Complete Main Story Vintergard (S4) Marked - Team Time EX

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Night - Wandering the Camp


Kyra's ears twitched as she stared at the disappearing form before them, her eyes lingering on the spot for quite some time after it had disappeared. The encounter was...chilling, in a way. A way that remindered her of some sort of weird crime novel, meets science fiction. Great, I have Sherlock Trek...

She giggled at the thought, turning to share it with the rest of the group, only to suddenly stop and realise she was the only one still standing in the tent. Shocked, that everyone else had left her, she scurried out and into the walkways between the tents, her mind drifting as she considered everything they'd been told. Commander a traitor, scout prisoner in the camp, camp going to be attacked...two truths and a lie...I hate riddles. Or games. Whatever the hell this is.

"I highly doubt he's a traitor...but then again, I don't know him. So maybe? The scout is definitely possible...seems more likely than knowing for sure that a raid is going to happen tomorrow. I mean what if it rains? Could delay everything. No one fights in the rain."


She caught sight of a couple individuals staring at her talking aloud, before smiling and giving a soft little wave and bounding away, their chittering reaching her ears even as she turned a corner. She glanced around, before considering her next move. If there really was going to be a raid, then it would be beneficial to ensure they had defences in place. But then again...what do I know about defences? That's what the Lion People, and the local militia forces are for...scout? Scout.

Her mind made up, she decided there was only one thing she could do. Confronting the commander about possibly being a traitor wasn't the logical thing to do. In fact, it screamed illogical - suicidal, even. Even if she was wrong...well, no one would take kindly to being labelled a traior.

Her decision made, she began wandering around the camp, peaking into corners, alleyways, tents - anywhere that one could hide a body. She may not be the next Sherlock Holmes, but she certainly had a collection of heightened senses that she was going to put to work.


▣ Action: Randomly wandering the camp hoping to find the scout.

 

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@Kyra Vashtana – You wandered around from place to place, looking for the Camp's commander and his prisoner. You didn't manage to find either, but you did end up running into a couple of Security Personnel, who overheard the bit about a scout and traitor, which seemed highly inconspicuous since your random wandering took you to the front of the commander's tent, whose snoring was audible through the thin fabric of the tent.

"Traitor, huh? Pretty bold claim from someone standing directly in front of the commander's tent," a female guard spoke as she approached you, her spear grip tightened.

"And what do you think you're here to do?" a male guard spoke up this time.

"Nothing good, I would assume," a third guard said.

- SLAM!!! -

With all three of them overpowering you, you were arrested and thrown into the slammer (jail).

But as luck would have it, your cell happened to be directly next to one other prisoner, a scraggly woman with long raven black hair that came down to her waist. She had deeply sunken eyes that contrasted heavily with her emerald eyes. She was babbling on and on, talking to nobody.

"This is wrong! We're going about this the wrong way. The Dragonship people, they, they are trying to help us, you see. Treacherous Norn, how can he ignore the voice of reason? He's in league with Falderen, you see… Yes, yes, sweet little commander, Falderen SPY! Getting in the way of progress. The Dragonship was sent here to help us all. Why are we fighting them?! Nonsense, nonsense, NONSENSE!"



@Ash Vargold – Thanks to your metabolism and constitution, the alcohol didn't do much for you, allowing you to maintain your elegant mannerism. When you combine such a gentlemanly aura and noble attires, the ladies in the entertainment tent slowly gravitate toward you, offering to buy you drinks and flirting with you, all the while getting rather loose-lipped about the rumors that have been going around the camp.

"Hehe, can you believe that the commander caught a crazy MIT lady who wandered into camp all tattered? She was screeching at the commander, telling him to stop his aggression toward the Magitech enemies. It's like super hilarious when they tackled her down and threw her in jail!" one woman said.

"That's so crazy! We're already dealing with aggressive Magitech enemies, and now we have to deal with crazies too? Give me a break. I deserve a break~ and to be pampered because I'm this cute, right Ashipoo~?" a young woman nuzzled up to you while sparks flew between her and the rest of the ladies.

"Ugh, I really hate eating at the cafeteria. All they're talking about is the stupid invasion! It's all of these conspiracy theorist nerds spreading that terrible rumor. I'm starting to get nightmares about being lasered in the face while I'm asleep now. Iyan~! Will you hold me and keep the bad dreams from me, Ashi-honey~?" an older felis woman purred, pawing at your shoulder.

"Yeah, they say they have scientific data about the attack and movement patterns from the Magitechs, what a laugh! As if you can predict something like that!" the first woman chimed in.

If you try to leave, the ladies will fight to sit you back down. You would have to figure out a way to break their interest unless you're okay with them talking your ears off through the night.



@Luthien – You drifted into many dreams. It was a turbulent journey, stumbling through tens if not hundreds of dreams as you looked for one individual in particular. Eventually, you stumbled on Norn Jormund's dream.

The start of the dream was innocuous enough, it was just Norn on horseback striding valiantly up a grassy knoll until he was beside Astor.

The next time you blinked, Norn was suddenly naked from the waist up, his armor still adorned everywhere else.

"Your majesty, my king. Your loyal servant is here, what would you request of him? For you, Norn of House Jormund will gladly die for you and your ambition," Norn said, his eyes glistened with admiration and valiance.

"Norn, my most loyal subject, will you follow your King to battle? It may be our last battle, but we who are the sword of Astorea must charge valiantly into battle without fear," the speaker was none other than Astor, who dazzled in the sunlight and appeared a lot more dashing than his normal self, not to mention that he too was entirely armored except from the waist up.

"Gladly. For Astorea! FOR FREEDOM!!!" Norn let out a heroic warcry as he charged his horse down the darkened hill as thousands of horseback enemies suddenly appeared at the bottom of the hill riding up to meet Norn's blade head-on.

The moment their blades were about to clash, your body jerked up in cold sweat. It's going to be difficult to sleep after something so… strange. Your performance will surely suffer a bit the following day.

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Night - The First Session


The guards had given her no time to react, no time to try and run or escape. Not that she would've - that's what a guilty person would do, right? They'd taken her weapon and thrown her in a cell where they clearly held all the prisoners of the encampment - her only complaint being that they not dent the scythe, and that they hold it properly for her return once she was out.

As she'd settled in, she'd begun to hear the words of the other woman, babbling on about...Wait, did she just say traitor? Is she talking about the Commander, and the incoming attack?! Suddenly, her purple journal was in her hand, pen at the ready. She settled in at the bars, crossing her legs beneath her as she sat down and began writing the words of the clearly crazed woman.

"Uhm...excuse me, you mentioned something about a traitor? Could you tell me a bit more about that?"


She scribbled with her pen as she listened to the ramblings of the woman, noting anything that seemed important.

"Oh...and where did you learn all this? Did you speak to someone? Did you see it yourself? What emotions does it...err...nevermind that question."


Time passed as she happily sat with her notebook, writing down anything that the woman said that seemed even slightly worthwhile, nodding to herself mostly as the other spoke. Her tail swayed behind her, making small indents in the dust and dirt of the ground, Kyra completely ignorant of anything beyond her book and the woman's voice.

"Feel free to tell me as little, or as much as you want! I'm just here to listen, and take note, it's all up to you to share whatever you want to share, or don't want to share! Just remember, we're here to help you. That's all that matters."


She beamed a smile as she spoke, feeling almost at home - even though she was so far from home at this point. The action itself felt...comforting.



▣ Action: Holding a psychiatry session with the other imprisoned woman.

 

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This was not an ideal situation.

At some point, someone had bought him a drink. One drink had become several, and while he apparently could drink like a dwarf, the people buying him drinks couldn't. Eventually there were more than a few drunken women vying for his attention, trapping him in the tent. At least the information seemed good, but that just meant they needed to be preparing, and not getting increasingly drunk.

Right. They wanted the noble hero to soothe their tormented minds? To rally them against unknown horrors? Fine. Ash was buzzed and frustrated.

It was time to LARP her fucking heart out.

"How terrible, to be tormented by such thoughts. Though I cannot blame anyone, living in the Dragonship's shadow..."


"Ash Vargold", a character that had existed in another game long ago. A character with a backstory, with a history - a noble cursed by the touch of death and banished from his homeland because of it. Aisling didn't roleplay that in Terrasphere, but she could still play the character.

"And that one would fall so far as to throw in their lot with those machines, though? The MIT's ways are... curious, but I find it hard to believe they would fall so easily to fanaticism."


Swirl the glass. Take a sip. Lean back casually and look broodingly into the distance. He could do brooding - it was just resting bitch face applied to a more acceptable sort of face.

"...and it would not be strange if they could predict the movements of those machines. No matter how complex, they are still little more than rules encased in metal. They do not think or act like us - for them to do something outside their nature would be like asking the sun to change its course across the sky."


Look around. Smile, but not too wide - keep it mysterious.

"That you all remain is a testament to your willpower - greater souls have fled from lesser dangers. As I see it, you do not truly need to be protected..."


Another sip of the drink. Fuck it, let's throw a goddamn wink in there.

"But if an attack does come in the morning... there is no doubt you'll see me on the front lines."




She hated this, she hated this, she hated this...


▣ Action: Rallying some drunks and regretting his life choices.
 

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One by one did those present exit the tent at different intervals, trying to draw the least possible amount of attention to themselves. She'd be last, of course, working still to maintain the magics that made this a safe space.

One by one, she watched them go, utterly confused by the turn of events.

Her fingers had grazed over the seal pressed to the paper, unable to detect illusions of any sort that might indicate they were being led on, before she had passed the letter to someone else. In return for sharing what information they'd, Vern offered them a game which they had to find the answers to...

If the Commander's allegiance was in question, why was it then an option for them to unveil he was not, in fact, a traitor?

But then Vern had mentioned rumors shortly before he left, so there was another truth, an unwilling one, to his statement: someone had their sights set on everything that happened within the camp and its missions.

Oh, her head was hurting.

Fingers clumsily sifted through stacks of papers left unattended by those who had been present at the lecture earlier that day, unable to see without an appropriate light source if any of it might be useful to their future endeavors or not. Not that she had hoped to find the solution to all their problems sitting at someone's desk, but if it gave her at least even the slightest hint of how to deal with their enemies...

Rael didn't have much time to go over her findings before a strange set of footsteps came from outside the tent. The elf froze, wholeheartedly believing in her heart of hearts that guards could smell the fear of people who were up past their curfews in places they weren't supposed to be. She simply stood, too afraid to move and give cause to inspect the tent, eyes following the sound caused by those heavy footfalls.

"Phew..." She heaved a sigh as the sound disappeared into the distance, left alone inside the tent once again.


  • Action: Snooping for documents in the MIT's tent before leaving.
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The shift gradual as her consciousness vied for entrance into the realm of dreams, a skill that was rather new and unexplored for Lúthien. A sense of trepidation lingering in her thoughts, increased by the turbulent journey as she drifted from one dream onto the next in her search for the Commander's own.

... found you!

A glimpse into one of them caused the elf to spot the Commander, currently on horseback as he strode valiantly up a grassy knoll. He stopped by a tall figure, their head adorned by a crown of golden hair that Lúthien vaguely recognized...

Huh...?

One blink and the dream had suddenly shifted, a surprised look crossing her face before Lúthien squinted while focusing on the dream once more. What... why is half of his armor missing? A frown soon pulled at her face once she noticed the exposed arms and chest of the Commander seemingly glistening under the imaginary sunlight.

Wait, is that the King...?!

A blinding light dazzled her view and caused Lúthien to look away for a moment, needing a moment to refocus after the absurd radiance that emanate from Astor Balthas—who, just like the Commander, was also naked from the waist up—and yet something seemed way off... had the King always had such a pronounced jawline, or that little swirl at the very end of his chin?

Oh gods, what's with this dialogue... ugh, I'm gonna puke.

This was supposed to be a recon mission, an attempt to find any treacherous thoughts or traitorous plans currently in motion against Astorea and its King... instead she'd been rewarded (?) with first row seats to certain knowledge that she had never been interested in knowing.

"For Astorea! FOR FREEDOM!!!"

A deadpanned expression overtook her face as she watched Norn give a heroic warcry, spurring on his horse as he charged down the hill to meet enemies that hadn't been there before. The blades were outstretched, their tips about to clash, before the sound of metal against metal caused Lúthien to jolt upright on her bed. Cold sweat covered her face, before a quiet whisper left her lips.

"¿Qué carajos...?"


Action: Attempting to tiptoe into Commander's Jormund's dreams and snoop about for possible info...?

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@Rael – The moment you finished ransacking through the stacks of papers, you were defeated by the fact that it was full of technical mumbo jumbo and had nothing helpful for your investigation. When you departed from the tent, you ran into the three security personnel taking Kyra to jail.

"Uh, you are definitely not supposed to be here," one of them spoke up.

"Yep, you're violating the Nightly Camp Ordinance by being here," another one added to his speech.

The third person was about to chime in when summoned the courage to act as though you're supposed to be there. It came so naturally to you, even though your words came out in a stutter, "I-I-I can't leave you alone for two seconds! Where is the food that I gave you?"

The security team looked at one another before looking back at you and suddenly bought your excuse.

"Uh, well your friend definitely violated the Ordinance so we're taking her to jail. If you're her friend, you can escort her. However, we can't let her out tonight," the first person said.

And so, you were allowed to go with Kyra to the prison where you overheard the conversation between Kyra and her jailmate.

@Kyra Vashtana – The prisoner clutched tightly onto the bars that divided her from you as a gleam of admiration flashed across her eyes. For once, she was in the presence of a person who would listen to her. After drawing fresh air into her lungs, the woman tackled Kyra's questions one at a time.

"Keh… you mean Norn? He's a traitor to mankind, I keep telling him that the Dragonship people are here to help us. In fact, I heard everything from this big, onion-shaped Dragonship person when my team and I went into Vintergard to retrieve an item for our patron. All of the people in my party didn't believe the Magia and punched a hole through its chest, so I detonated a Magitech bomb I planted on them before the mission… A girl's gotta have insurance, y'know?"

The woman stopped as she relived the memory, which appeared to still be fresh in her mind. She grinded her teeth loud enough that both you and Rael were able to hear the enamel chipping off.

"Ungrateful lowlifes who have zero regards for the sanctity of life deserve nothing but to become worm food," she muttered while throwing her fist against the bars, battering her delicately boney hand.

"It may crazy to believe, but that was the first time I've ever met a Dragonship person that wasn't aggressive. That's proof enough that it's true. God…dammit… I really shouldn't be here. Stupid Norn and his goonies threw me in here saying that I'm a murderer. Can you believe it? The blockheads who traveled with me were the murderers. I won't turn my eyes away from evil when I see it. You have to believe me. I'm the innocent one. I have to get help to figure out what is wrong with the Dragonship. They are not supposed to butcher us."

She then threw herself against the bars facing Rael, "Hey miss, do you think you can work something out with Norn? He may be traitorous, but surely a Commander has to follow the law of the land. I need a fair trial, a way to defend myself. Can you help me? I have to stop anymore bloodshed between our side and the Dragonship, they have done nothing wrong, I think they are being misled. I can't be here. I need to get out and help. I fear for what is about to happen, with the conflict escalating. Help me. I need to get out. Please. Help. You have to. It's only right. It's just. I can't be imprisoned for my efforts to prevent more bloodshed."

Her hands were clutching tightly at the iron bars, trembling.

@Ash Vargold (2/4) – You were smooth, too smooth in fact that it began to ignite the sparks between all the women simultaneously vying for your attention. At first, one of the ladies purposely bumped her arm into the felis girl sitting to your right, who was in the middle of a drink to slip a letter of invitation to her estate back in Falderen into your breast pocket.

"Ara~ I sincerely apologize for my poor drunken manner, ohoho~ My body is swaying~ It would behoove you to go to the powder room and change out of your soaked garb, my darling. I'll keep Sir Ash stimulated with conversation while you're away~" she acted like a clumsy damsel all the while sneering at her rival at the corner of her mouth.

The soaked and seething felis stood up and tripped over your knees, splashing an entire wine bottle onto her assailant's face with the crimson liquid, "Oh my~ It appears that I too am rather entranced by this wine, my utmost apologies, ma'am."

The two glared at each other like fighting cats as a third woman grabbed your head and pulled it over the backrest before she closed the distance between your lips, blasting her hot and alcohol-laced breath against your face, but only to be stopped by the fourth woman who bumped into her, sending her flying to the adjacent table (to the bartender's dismay). A dust cloud kicked up at the moment of her crash. During that time, the opportunistic woman wrapped her arms around your neck and slipped yet another invitation letter to her estate. What were all of these noble women doing at Camp Hope?

When your near-kisser got up from the rubble, she hurled a broken table leg at the woman who pushed her, which turned into a drunken brawl between the two.

This is your final chance to escape. With a brawl breaking out around you, should you fail to make your escape, you will be trapped with the vicious women until the morning. What do you do?

@Luthien – In the dream, you could feel blood dripping from your nose. However, it seemed like there was an entrance into another dream. There were two… in fact… Before you knew it, your feet had already taken you through the first entrance that you saw.

OOC: For the purpose of time, you may OOCly enter both Magi Heart's and Yugam's dream at the same time (you may make a short thread that reference what you see in Yugam's dream). Note that, chronologically, Magi's dream happens first. In addition, your nose bleed gets worse each time you enter an additional dream.



Locations of Interest

Here are a few places and their description so you can use them in your roleplay post. They don't require a voucher to access, but you don't get the gameplay bonuses like Camp Hope IV. Also, actions are not tied to any of these locations, your characters may do anything they want!


CLOSED VENUES

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Food

Food is being served at the blue tent with a pillar of smoke billowing from its chimney. In front of said tent are wooden benches and tables for people to eat and socialize.

This area is closed for the day.


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General Supplies

General supplies can be found in an open area in front of a large square tent where a long queue of people was waiting to exchange their camp vouchers for one of the few items offered.

This area is closed for the day.


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Personal Training

An open dirt-stamped field with the sound of combat in the background. You will find yourself motivated to train and hone your skill here as everyone is deeply engaged in their morning self-improvement regimen.

This area is closed for the day.


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Relaxation

A series of secluded tents at the edge of the camp with sound barriers surrounding it. This entire area has been quarantined by the camp's security force. A few people are loitering around here, trying to figure out what had happened.

This area has been quarantined.


OPENED VENUES

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Resting Quarters & Infirmary Tent

This is where camp personnels and visitors go to rest. The infirmary tents are also found here. There are security personnels who are routinely patroling this area to make sure people keep their volume down so others can rest.



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Entertainment Tents

These are special tents that are only opened at night, mainly to let camp personnel destress from their long day while helping others cope with the incredibly tense and dangerous work environment that is Vintergard. All sorts of table games and drinks can be found here. The atmosphere is one of quiet murmuring for those who get rowdy and out of hand are immediately thrown out of the area.



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Strategic Tents

These tents are a place for the upper-brass of Camp Hope and other distinguished guests to discuss things such as governance, leadership, and other topics related to how the camp is operated. Access is only given to those with some level of distinction or those with an invitation from its members.



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Communication Tent

The faction-operated knowledge exchange tents have been repurposed for the night, allowing landers and travelers alike to communicate with those outside of the camp.



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Ah.

Well, Ash had apparently pulled that off far too well.

It was somewhere between the bizarrely literal cat-fight, two separate attempts of the drunken women to force themselves upon him, and the sudden acquisition of contact information that the last thread of his patience finally snapped. He all but slammed his glass down and stood up with a snarl.

"Do you think this is cute?"


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The chill of spiritual energy and the seeping frustration of his primal aura fouled the air around him as he glowered at the impromptu entourage. It was a display he rarely brought out in battle, let alone in a social situation, and probably something he'd regret once he was past the red of his anger, but the scene was a too familiar.

How could he forget the miasma of emotion that had saturated the MIT laboratory, that had nearly caused them to tear each other apart the way Camp Nisus had once before?

"This isn't some... noble soiree, where you can get all catty and snide with each other. Camp Hope's on the knife's edge as is, and the last thing everyone needs are people turning them on each other."


This should be an opportunity for him to leave. To leave this women to their own fate so he could go try to forget all of this had happened. But that was all far from his mind.

"Brawling like a couple of kids... There were people with Red Fever that had more composure than this. At least they had an excuse."


He marched towards the exit of the tent - at this point, he wasn't going to let politeness keep him from getting out of here. It was too stuffy, too noisy, and the stink of alcohol was rapidly reminding him of why he didn't drink. Aura and body language both presented the same message: I dare you to try and stop me.

"I think it's time that I retire, and I strongly suggest you all do the same. I'm sure refined young women such as you understand the importance of rest, after all. It would be a terrible shame if the morning found you all indisposed because of some petty disputes."


Action: Getting the hell out of dodge.
 

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Location: Resting Quarters
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Eventually, although with extreme difficulty, the elf managed to fall back into a light slumber. Unconsciously she dipped into the realm of dreams again, drifting without aim until an unknown voice caught her attention. "Ari!" A name she was very familiar with, one Lúthien hadn't expected to hear inside the game, and it caused her to drift towards the particular dream.

Instead Lúthien would find herself pulled into a nearby dream bubble, recruited into a Mahou Shoujo adventure with a wholly unexpected... ally? She hadn't been sure what to expect as she explored < Magitopia > with Wendel, but despite initial reservations she decided to go through with it...

Once freed the blonde had carefully drifted over to the one dream that caught her attention at the start. She watched in silence as the bitter-sweet memory played out, getting a glimpse to faces that she knew existed but had never seen before. That must be his sister... she's so cute. A faint smile rested on her lips before the elf removed her hands from the dream bubble—comforted by the thought that, at least for now, it seemed like Yugam was safe.

Eyelids fluttered as the ranger's consciousness slowly returned to reality, rubbing the side of her forehead as Lúthien hoped to ease the mild headache that had formed. Sleeping inside the game wasn't something she usually did, instead logging off whenever her rest meter was too low. "Ugh, gonna have to figure out how to deal with that trait soon—" Drip. Drip drip. Drip. Something warm trailed down her lips and chin, the taste of iron suddenly prevalent in her tongue, before warm droplets landed on her arm.

". . . fuuuck!"

Blood, her blood. A hand quickly reached upwards to check her face, feeling no pain or unexpected wounds as a soft curse escaped through her breath. Eyes glanced to the empty beds around her, pondering for a second where her other party members were, before the elf got up and headed to the nearest wash area in the hopes of dealing with her current nosebleed.


Action: Bit concerned about this dream skipping ability of hers and also wondering why the beds belonging to her teammates are currently empty.

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@Ash Vargold - Somehow your sudden flair of annoyance and anger backfired as it rallied the drunken and fighting ladies, turning all of them against you.



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[Inebriated]
  • These ladies are immune to reasons
  • They are immune to physical pain
[Public Image]
  • These ladies' HP is actually their public image and likewise locks you into a battle over public perception with your public image on the line.
  • Use your attack actions as dialogs to battle them, Special Actions are risky, as they might give the ladies the opportunity to retort. Find ways to flavor your dialog to fit the theme of the attack action you are using.
  • If your public image dropped to zero before they do, you might be thrown into jail.
  • Once the ladies' public image reaches zero, they will give up out of humiliation.
[Meanwords]
  • The three are attacking your public image with mean words to deal damage to your public image.
  • (Risky Meanwords) "Oh goodness me, my heart feels as if it has been bisected by a vile beast. Handsome Travelers are always toying with delicate Ladies of the Land like us, how terrible!"
    • Take 3d20 (12 + 10 + 13) = 35 damage
  • "HAH? Sir Ash Vargold? More like Mashed Vargold. What a vile man, you are no gentleman at all! How can a gentleman speaks to ladies in such a way?"
    • Take 2d20 (7 + 6) = 13 damage
  • "Everyone! This man forced one among our group to kiss him even though she has a husband! What a terrible incubus he is. And he is gaslighting us with anger, can you believe it?"
    • Take 2d20 (1 + 12) = 13 damage
  • "H-he looked at me, and I already feel pregnant, t-this is terrible! What a womanizer!"
    • Take 2d20 (10 + 1) = 11 damage

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-62 HP from Meanwords. [Reduced by 10 with Counter]


He was almost out here. Able to go get some rest, to stop having to be Ash and get a chance to be herself for a few hours. And now here she was, entangled in the sort of catty social politics that she'd spent enough time dodging in high school.

Ash stopped. Flicked an ear backwards towards them. He inhaled slowly and exhaled through his nostrils, letting the rage die back a little. He should be the better person here, he knew.

"...I see."


He turned to give the women a once-over. Where were these sharp-eyed women just moments before? It was almost a shame that they'd drowned it in alcohol and amorousness. Perhaps then there might have been something worth respecting there.

"I suppose I must apologize for my outburst, then. But I feel as if you may have misinterpreted this situation a little.


The thing about being the better person was that it could be a powerful weapon in the battlefield that was public opinion.

"I would never think of levying unwanted attention upon those too drunk to consent. I would sooner die again than become that sort of person."


He crossed his arms, tapping a finger along with the dissonant staccato of his heartbeat. He told himself that letting these women come eye-to-eldritch-eye with his death affliction was a bad idea, but he couldn't deny it was tempting.

"And I definitely wouldn't try to bring someone to that state by, say, insisting on buying them enough drinks to give an elephant alcohol poisoning. But I'm sure the bartender would be aware of that sort of misbehavior, hm?"


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Counter(argument)
1d100 (57) + 20 + 15 + 20 = 112
112 damage
Counter successful! 20 damage added. Take 10 less damage
Guard Arts | Ash Vargold | Social Combat


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Location: Prison/Psychiatry Session


Psychiatry Session Part One Point Five


Well, that's not an appropriate response. A flitter of thought as she watched - far more calmly than one would expect, considering the circumstances - the outburst of the woman. Kyra considered what she had said, about her interaction with the Dragonship, the actions of her team, and the reason that she was in this jail to begin with. Alright. Clearly in denial. Murdered her friends and possibly a case of dissociation post-traumatic? Seems likely, but at the same time almost too controlled for that. Would expect...

Her pen suddenly stopped scribbling as a new thought entered her mind. The question was on the tip of her tongue, but she stopped herself short, considering for a moment. If she phrased it wrong, she could do more damage than good. Still...it was worth a try.

"So...I just want to make sure I have this right. You're saying that the Commander is a traitor, and that your group was sent out to...collect something? Or scout ahead? And that you encountered one of the Dragonship individuals, and your party members immediately ended their life..."


She made a show of checking her notes, already aware of everything she had written, but deciding that it would be useful to pretend to look over it all. She'd seen that happen before, and knew it could have some effects on individuals - a sign that you were paying attention.

"But...you had placed bombs on your teammates prior to leaving the camp? Why did you feel that was necessary? Was there something warning you against their possible betrayal?"


The key. Something was off there. Either this woman truly had information that was useful - or she was absolutely lost to the realm of sanity. Kyra wasn't quite sure which yet, but...well, she was determined to figure it out. Oooh look at me go! I'm like a real psychotherapist. Solving mental illnesses, making everyone happy again. Well, maybe not the dead ones. Oh wait I wonder if Ash could seance... She pushed the thought aside, realising she needed to pay attention for now.



▣ Action: Psychotherapy session in an attempt to learn what the crazy woman actually knew, or if she was just crazy.

 

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Marked: You have been seen (???)
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One foot in front of the other, again and again. Hands joined in front of herself, head bowed down as she walked through camp, utterly silent. If looks could talk, the quick sidelong glances stolen at each of the guards surrounding herself and Kyra would've been deafening in speaking her nervousness.

Her writing implements were out, her only form of communication at present. There she wrote of the prisoner's ramblings, of her madness and the certainty that her actions were justified. Every line made more questions appear in her head. Every line only confused her more than the last.

Though initially startled by the impact and subsequent rattling of the metallic bars, she would not be so easily deterred from her one purpose to be wandering Terrasphere. Not when it so obviously stared at her in the face.

One truth had been proven with the presence of a scout behind bars, her grim tale matching the brief description imparted unto the group by Vern themselves.

Though she had her reservations about the Commander's status, could this person be the origin of the rumors regarding his allegiances? No. It would not explain the letters. And how others were talking about it.

"I will. I will help you. But you said it yourself, you need a fair trial. We need to build your case if we are to defend you, and for that, I need to know everything that happened so they can't lie to me or claim you did things you didn't when I try to plead your case. Your original mission, what you were sent to retrieve and by whom, what that Magia said..." Behind the pages, Rael's expression remained drawn into the picture of contentment, betraying neither the doubts nor her own opinions on what had befallen the prisoner's teammates.

Her hand reached out, pausing mid-air as she looked around for the guards to have moved or entertained themselves with something else than the two prisoners and their companion for the night. Her hand brushed the woman's knuckles with a faint touch, as if the slightest bit of strength would be enough for it to fade. And it wouldn't. Not unless she pulled away, or reacted negatively to it.

"Please, share your story with me."


  • Action: Attempt to persuade the prisoner for more information.
 

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"So...I just want to make sure I have this right. You're saying that the Commander is a traitor, and that your group was sent out to...collect something? Or scout ahead? And that you encountered one of the Dragonship individuals, and your party members immediately ended their life..."

The bomber worked through @Kyra Vashtana's peeving psychiatric questioning, one at a time, although at times jumbled. Her mind was going at 100 mph. "Like. I. Said. Norn is for sure a traitor. I guarantee it. I have known many men like him. The power-hungry sort, the ones who scheme to get ahead to gain the approval of others. Keh," she spat on the floor to express her distaste.

"And miss, my group and I were sent out to collect a Magitech relic for our client. The group and I got to hear the Dragonship person speak first and then they laughed and KILLED him," she growled.

"But...you had placed bombs on your teammates prior to leaving the camp? Why did you feel that was necessary? Was there something warning you against their possible betrayal?"

"What do you mean about how I feel it's necessary? You have got to be insane NOT to do that. You're working alongside professional treasure hunters, bounty hunters, glory seekers, mass murderers, and tomb-robbing psychos for weeks on end with pouches full of precious artifacts, you should obviously keep them in check. You never know when you're going to get sliced like fruits. If anything, I regretted NOT blowing them up the moment we got past the wall. Keh." the bomber was especially provoked by Kyra's line of questioning, becoming less scattered with her words as she focused on her emotions.

"Anyways, I don't appreciate the way you're talking to me... I wish to discontinue our conversation..." she turned away.

On the other's hand, the bomber received @Rael more warmly, her eyes were wet as if touched by someone who seemed as though they sympathized with her plight for once. The bomber signaled her and in extension, Kyra, closer. "Listen... My client, you see, reached out to me through the Guild, requesting for me specifically to report back directly to him about what was going on behind the Vintergard wall. He then hired half a dozen of adventurers under the pretense of looking for a Magitech relic. I was paid a lot more just to report back about the Dragonship people's movement. Why me? Well, I happened to be the captain of Camp Hope II's survey corp, so I have extensive experience with 'em, how else did you think I managed to get back to camp by myself?" she paused to take a deep breath before continuing.

"Anyways... As soon as I got back, Norn showed me the seal that he used on his request scroll and whad'ya know? He was my client all along. The man didn't even bat an eye when I reported back to him about the Dragonship person, him being killed, and me blowing up my team. But the moment I told him about the massive number of Dragonship people getting ready to march behind the wall, he immediately called his goonies and arrested me, claiming that I was a crazy mass-murdering bomber who killed her entire team. Bastard. He did me dirty. DIRTY BASTARD."



@Luthien - When you woke up from your eventful slumber, a concern Meriam hovered around you, gesturing for you to keep your mouth shut while she wrote some words on a piece of paper, seeing as how she didn't have you added for the PM function.

[ Guards lurking outside. I think we are being watched... What should we do?!!! ]


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@Ash Vargold - The four women's expressions soured as you cut down their wild claims with the sword of logic. When the people watching the battle broke out, they turned to the barkeep, who validated your argument with a nod while he was cleaning the glasses. (Risky Meanwords failed, opened to Ash counter-attacks: 2d20 (17 + 20) = 37+18 = 55 damage.)

After the court of public opinion began to lean in your favors, the ladies began to get desperate. All three of the light-haired ladies looked to the leader among them for an attack on your character to pull the crowd's opinion back to their side.

[Inebriated]
  • These ladies are immune to reasons
  • They are immune to physical pain
[Public Image]
  • These ladies' HP is actually their public image and likewise locks you into a battle over public perception with your public image on the line.
  • Use your attack actions as dialogs to battle them, Special Actions are risky, as they might give the ladies the opportunity to retort. Find ways to flavor your dialog to fit the theme of the attack action you are using.
  • If your public image drops to zero before the ladies' do, you might be thrown into jail.
  • Once the ladies' public image reaches zero, they will give up out of humiliation.
[Meanwords]
  • "Hmmph, my husband is one of the diplomats in Astorea and he'd told me before that a gentleman who has not an ounce of noble blood in him but acts the part and elicits romance from ladies of power are spies looking to gain something. With this camp acting as a hub for many businesses kingdom-related or no, there would of course be those who stand to profit from appealing to women like us. What do you think, ladies and gentlemen, does this Traveler not strike you as the illusive ill-doer of sort?"
  • Take 10d20 (14 + 12 + 12 + 17 + 5 + 4 + 5 + 16 + 6 + 18) = 109 damage

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Marked: You have been seen (???)
-109 HP from Meanwords
Emotionally vulnerable


Ash kept his arms crossed as the tide turned. There were people on his side among these strangers, people who would listen to some kind of reason. Knowing that was enough to calm him down - he wasn't alone here, at least for now.

He closed his eyes as the leader of the women made her claim. So he was some kind of... spy? Bootlicker?

"It's not like I even claimed to be noble in the first place. You all just saw a pretty face and a fancy coat and decided to pounce."


He dug into his coat, pulling out the pieces of paper with addresses drunkenly scrawled on them... including the one from the woman leading this pack. He walked up to her carefully - the last thing she needed was her trying to assume he was being aggressive. He looked at the notes, then down to the woman with a beaming smile.

"I'm glad to know your husband is so concerned for your safety. It would be a shame to find out his beloved wife had given important information to such a dangerous person, hm? Think of all the harm he could do."


And then, still smiling, he dropped the papers into her glass.

"But like you said, I'm a Traveler. What I do is in my title. What would I get from mucking around in politics? I'm not made for that sort of thing, even if I did care about it."



He stepped back and gave the woman a sweeping bow.

"Now... this Traveler is going to travel to a bed. I hope you all have a wonderful night."



He spun away to leave the tent, heart still hammering in his chest. That was horrible, he told himself. I never want to do that again.

It was probably a good thing he wasn't trying to look cool. The way his tail was wagging and the little fist-pump as he walked away would have probably ruined any attempt at it.

...it had been kind of fun, in spite of everything.

Rolls


Critical Attack
2d100 (Advantage) (51, 93) + 20 + 15 = 384 (Crit!)
384 damage
Gain the Vulnerable state
Slash Weapons | Ash Vargold | Reckless Criticism


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@Ash Vargold - The crowd was highly impressed by your critical shutdown of the obnoxious noblewoman. The moment she lost the crowd, all the judging eyes in the tent hammered her down as her face became plum-red. The woman was so angry that she ended up crushing the glass of wine in her hand, letting the mixture of wine and blood drip onto the floor as she vowed to have her revenge someday for such humiliation.

While you were talking away, a bespectacled silver-haired butler looked at you with admiration behind his glasses. "H-how elegant!"

He decided to chase after you, giving you a closed envelope. "Sir, I may be stepping out of line here, but my Lady, Lisbeth Elise Maeven, has been looking for an elegant man who is immune to feminine charms to become her ball partner so she can avoid suitors. Please accept this invitation to her estate and give us a visit whenever you have time."

You have acquired: [ Maeven Estate Invitation Letter ]

 
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Marked: You have been seen (???)
Location: Prison



Rael's bottom lip quivered, the retelling of the events which had driven the captain to kill her team eliciting soft gasps from the storyteller, too enraptured in the tale woven by them. A shiver ran down her spine, the obvious lack of remorse from the person behind bars a definite signal that a number of untold dangers around the Dragonship could be enough to warp a person's mind. Or perhaps they had always been like that.

To try to save a magia, yet be so wary of their team to the point of killing them all... What a curious thing it was, the ability to switch between the two and not be able to see the stark contrast in their actions or motivations.

She didn't give voice to any of her thoughts, nodding with the accusations toward the Commander. This, too, she had already heard from another source.

"[ You would've seen your patron's handwriting then, if you were hired to do a job separate from everyone else's. Is this what Commander Norn's handwriting and seal looked like? ]" A moment after holding the note up for the former captain to read, Rael signaled with a finger held up to wait as she once more checked for any signals of the guard's interests shifting in their direction.

She dug her hand inside a pocket and came up with a folded piece of paper, neatly folded, pressed to her palm by her thumb. The elf then held out her hand to the prisoner as if asking for a handshake. Better to pass notes discreetly than risk being yet another member of the group thrown into jail, especially not when the rumors of a far more concerning nature had yet to be verified.

A traitorous Commander, plotting the Camp's demise in secret.

A raid of magitech come to spell their fate out for them.

Well, she knew which of the two she preferred to be true.


  • Action: Asking the prisoner to check Vern's letter.
 

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Marked: You have been seen (???)

Ash closed his palm menu and took a deep breath.

Already that... incident back in the entertainment tents seemed far away. The note was tucked into his inventory, already forgotten - hadn't he just said he didn't care about noble bullshit - and his route led him directly to Luthien and Meriam. No wandering, no snooping about rumors or whatever. There was something far more important going on.

Fuck, what am I supposed to do here... He wanted to sleep. He wanted to forget about all this nonsense. But someone had just died, and not in the video game way. Tomorrow, there would be a missed phonecall, or an empty seat.

Tomorrow, someone would walk into a room to find a corpse.

Ash approached the tent, his posture more exhausted than threatening. No need to fake that - it had been a long day, and the night was far from over. There actually were guards out there. Not that he thought Luthien had been lying, but it was still a little surprising...

"...did something happen? I didn't expect to see guards here...


No need to fake anything here - his worry was genuine. There were many worrying things happening right now.

"Am I allowed in? I got a worrying message from Luthien, but it was a bit hard to read. I wanted to make sure everything was okay."


▣ Action: Worrying
 

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...Explorer's League - Gold Whistle

Location: Resting Quarters
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< Marked: You have been seen (???) >
Status: Groggy (-25 to next d100 roll)


She felt nervous, nauseous even, as a single thought continued to bounce back and forth in her mind. It's my fault... She was the one that had decided to go look for an MIT researcher, had approached Meriam for a recommendation that had lead towards Sven—someone who was clearly very important to the Faerin that stood besides her. The elf had thought herself clever in her methods, having assumed that the status at the corner of her screen had simply been a remnant caused by the actions of the magitech woman in their vision. Lúthien wasn't so certain now that had been the case...

"We'll find him, Meri... I promise."

Despite her own internal conflicts Lúthien couldn't help but try and reassure the Faerin besides her, the elf trying to keep her composure outwardly as a hand squeezed Meri's (@Raid Boss) own tightly... and while the action was mostly intended to comfort the Faerin perhaps it too served for Lúthien to also ground and comfort herself. After all she owed Meriam this much at the very least, she wouldn't leave the girl on her lonesome to try and find the missing MIT researcher.

A sigh escaped her lips as the elf closed her eyes, slowly pushing out the unneeded stimulus, before the ranger attempted to fine tune her hearing as much as possible. She could hear footsteps approaching the tent then, a familiar voice calling out to the guards stationed in it as @Ash Vargold finally arrived...


Action: Holding Meriam's hand, listening in to Ash and the guards outside with her Hyper Sense.

 
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The faerin’s hand stopped shaking when Luthien gave it a firm squeeze. Meriam squeezed back, desperately searching for reassurance and comfort amid a brewing storm in her heart. She felt as if the boat that was her heart was about to capsize and at that moment, it seemed like Luthien and the group were the only beacons to help her navigate the emotional storm.

“Mm… I know,” she said with a shaky voice.

When Ash approached the two security personnel guarding the entrance into his team’s tent, he spotted a third person just finishing her round and made it to where he and her colleague were.

"...did something happen? I didn't expect to see guards here…”

“Yeah, we’re following the captains’ order to keep you guys safe. The Commander said that you guys were involved in something bad and that we need to keep an eye on you and stop you from going out because you’re being targetted by the Dragonship enemies?” one of the guardsmen said.

The patrol woman chimed in, “Not sure how those Magitech enemies are going to be able to infiltrate a place that’s as armed to the teeth as our camp,”

“Yeah. Still… it’s what our orders are. Oh hey, are you Ash Vargold? You’re also on the protection list, so you’re welcome to head in and catch up with your friend. You guys can also get some rest. We’ll protect you to the best of our ability. It’s been a long night, hasn’t it?”
the third guardsman checked a list before nodding to Ash’s request.

The moment Ash pulled the entrance flap open, however, a woman sprinted up to the three security staff panting and gasping for air. She was completely in disarray as she shouted at her coworkers, “H-hey!! Big trouble! Hhha… hhhaa…”
“Huh? What’s going on?”
the patrol woman asked as the new addition to their team raised a hand and gestured for them to wait while she caught her breath.

“The Lions… hhhah… they are arresting the Commander on the suspicion of treason against Astorea. A-a lot of our people are fighting them off though because there is no way he’s a traitor. No way in hell he would ever go against the nation. Haaahhh… Come on, we need to go and fight them off. They said they have incriminating evidence in the form of his letter correspondence to Falderen and there are people who also have evidence of his dealings like gold and ledgers. I think it’s all bullshit, how would all of these random people have access to all the evidence?”

Two of the three readily stepped forward, intending to leave with the messenger. The patrol woman, however, stayed behind. “Sorry… I don’t think I want to get involved with this… in case it does turn out that the Commander is a traitor. I don’t think I can risk mine and my family’s welfare for something that could turn out badly.”

The three shook their head.

“You gotta do what you gotta do. Hey, Travelers, between enemies looking for you and uh, camp conflicts, you should probably disappear for your own sake. We won’t be able to help you if anything were to go down,” the man spoke before he and his compatriots headed toward the direction of the Commander’s tent with their weapons drawn.

The patrol woman, however, abandoned her post and headed the opposite direction from where the others went, abandoning Ash, Luthien, and Meriam to themselves.

“What is going on…?” Meriam muttered as her squeeze on Luthien’s hand became as tight as her heart.

Something was amiss.

As the three headed off, Ash noticed some droplets of blood on their path (2d100 (Disadvantage) (50, 4) + 35 = 39) while a headache was beginning to form within the overexerted Luthien (2d100 (Disadvantage) (39, 2) + 15 - 25 = -8)

(OOC: If Ash or Luthien wanted to speak to them before their departure, they may do so in the comms thread so long as it’s a brief conversation.)

~ ✦ ~​

While she was interacting with Rael, the bomber-woman overheard Kyra speaking to herself, recounting how she was arrested and thrown into jail where she talked with a… how did the purple-haired girl describe it? A possibly disillusioned schizophrenic, was it? The woman popped a vein on her head listening to Kyra mouthing off about her. She didn’t respond, however. She was used to people being unable to see things from her point of view.

The bomber woman leaned closer to read what Rael wrote before she took the letter with the seal attached to it after spending minutes studying every single minute detail of the letter. At one point when she heard Kyra talking about someone named Sven, she didn’t even bat an eye as she continued her inspection.

After what felt like an eternity, the bomber-woman lifted her head to see Rael gesturing for her for a handshake so she could pass a note. The bomber-woman, however, grabbed onto Rael’s hand pulled her against the bars separating them and whispered in a voice low enough that the yawning guard would not overhear her.

“Heh, nice try... You gals thought you could trick me by forging something like this? I’ll commend the effort you had put into almost matching Norn’s handwriting and seal, but I have spent an entire day memorizing everything about his quest letter and the seal. Anyways. It’s really humorous, but can we stop the joke and get me out of here already I have a war to stop.”




At that time, whether or not Rael was aware of it, her [Marked] status subtly blinked as its description transformed.

[ Marked: You have been seen (???) ]

[ Marked: You have been seen (Teleported) ]​

Immediately afterward, the elf would have seen something shiny emerging from her field of vision, and in a fraction of a second, a fully bandaged arm extended plunging an ornate short sword through the woman’s chest before it turned the blade sideways. Dark magic activated and blew her lungs and a segment of her crimson-stained spine against the wall. Considering the fact that Rael still had perfect vision after the arm, it was likely some kind of advanced displacement teleportation ability.

One cough later, blood oozed from the woman’s mouth as she fell backward as blood began to rush into the abscess.

Moments later, a dark silhouette could be seen standing above the woman’s body. It was Vern, with glowing red spell circles in his eyes.


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By the time Rael saw him, he was already in the motion of thrusting his blade toward Rael.

Her vision was completely red.

By the time Kyra, who was focusing on typing in her UI, had realized what had just happened, the same sword headed directly for her, but she somehow managed to dodge out of the way.

Before he could take another step toward Kyra to finish the job, he found himself held in place by the bomber-woman who had somehow managed to wrap her arms around his leg. With her last hollowed breath, she formed four breathless syllables with her bloody mouth at Kyra, spelling out: "HELP. DRA. GON. SHIP."

Vern grimaced as he threw his other leg against the woman’s head, but however much force he put into it, he could not get her to let go.

“Fuck…!!!” Vern growled as the woman began glowing.

-BOOOOOOM!!!-

A blinding and deafening explosion erupted in that cell, taking a massive chunk of the prison and would have dusted the assassin had it not been for a dark shield around him.

The explosion blew away most of his bindings and dented the metallic component of his armor, revealing the cuts all over his face and body that were previously hidden with his wrappings.

They looked a lot like the wounds the group had received while inside Magi Heart’s scrying vision.

He was there.

After he recovered from the explosion, he disappeared into Kyra’s left eye as her status too transformed as Rael’s had. There, she saw that it was beginning to tick down.

[ Marked: You have been seen (Teleported - Expires in 00:379:11) ]​

In fact, if Luthien had the mind to check her UI, her status too would have displayed:

[ Marked: You have been seen (Observed - Expires in 00:141:08) ]​


Avoid Vern's skill: Nemesis Ripper
  • DC 80
  • 1. Head 2. Torso, 3. Arms, 4. Legs
Damage
  • @Kyra Vashtana - Nicked. 1d100 (91) + 0 = 91 Success (take 2d20 damage)
  • @Rael - Plunged. 1d100 (27) + 10 = 37 Failed (take 8d20 damage)
If Nemesis Ripper touched you in any way, you gain a DoT (damage over time) condition. Take 2d20 every time you post.
 
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