Complete Main Story (Story Event) Red Fever

[Fiora Di Angelo]

130 / 130

One moment, she is all comfy cutting fresh carrots with a kitchen knife. The other? The entire fucking table drops, with her first instinct being to rise her hands up with carrot and tool at hand. It took a moment for her to process what just happened, a glance shot back at @Zelrius right as she just dropped the carrot along the pile of food in an enraged fit. "Well would you look at that. Congratulations! you just fucked up all our work. Next time, why don't you use a warhammer for the melons too while we are at it, hero?-" She stopped her aggresive satire, kicking a pair of bananas away once talking felt hollow and the man dropped down in defeat, or worse: exhaustation from just a few vegetables. She followed suit and kneeled to try and pick up the mess, as counterintuitive as it could be by now.

Amist it all, someone had their head on their shoulders apparently, as @Hanasakura Okami improvised herself a little table for them to work on. The gesture helped, a sigh managed to cool off the heat that had her mind spiraling seconds ago. Frustration washed over, Fiora set down the fresh food (five second rule right?) on the table and begun to chop it down to serviceable size and portions alike.

"Don't say that." She called out at @Sol , a smirk laced upon her lips. "He's just gonna use one. Or worse, three of 'em." Now that would be a show on it's own, one she didn't want to be there to witness. Her eyes peered around, cooking being natural for her in real life and certainly a videogame wouldn't make it any less of it. She just needed to keep a rhythm, not a constant line of view, so long as she knows where the knife, she won't end up with one less finger... Or table. Peering over to @Sumire , Fiora rose her left hand up to wave at her, snapping her fingers to catch her attention. "Hey, pass over the basket to your right."

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (81) + 5 = 86

Knack | Fiora Di Angelo | 550C1

Current Contribution Count: 1,276
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[Gwyn ap Herne]

230 / 230

To say she'd heard a lot about the "Whistles" put it mildly, but there was less information on Childress herself. Gwyn hadn't lied when she'd told Cessia that she would answer the call should it be raised. This? Irresistable to the part of her that still lived for the rush, unimpeded by the danger and the dark years prior. It hadn't gone anywhere, just sunk underneath.

Keeping sharp eyes on the group at large, Gwyn wove through all long gold hair and six and a half feet of height. She picked up dropped goods to place back into crates or satchels, chiding forgetful owners for their rush. She used her height to point a Faerin the right direction after some MIT researched they were looking for - in any other world, "pink hair" would have narrowed it down a lot more, admittedly.

While @Elizabeth Lixshine and @Eve Lightscar fiddled with some of the horses being taken from their stalls in the stables of the Whistles, she called out as her keen senses highlighted less than favorable details. She sent them both a sharp whistle, no actual forged one required, to get their attention. "Hey! Put back that dun with the blaze, it's hollow. And swap out the paint gelding on the wagon over there, he's got no topline." She waved when done and turned away to skim the crowd, but nearly crashed into some... swordsman, she supposed, by his equipment. Jester, according to the people snickering around him.

"Sure gettin' that vibe, kid." She chuckled behind @Schilva Flasch with a raised eyebrow. Hopefully he wasn't all left feet. "Not sure we'll be dancing with a disease, though. If you're any good with that sword give it a good sharpen before we head out."

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (45) + 45 = 90
Awareness | Gwyn ap Herne | 550C1

Current Contribution Count: 1366
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[Ayna Nietzsche]

120 / 120

Unaffiliated

"As long as no one here dies during the process," Ayna grinned devilishly, staring intently at @Leyna and @Elias Stryker. In her eyes, they were the babies of the group, the youngest, the most fragile, even though appearances could clearly deceive. Ayna didn't think much of it, deeper than that. They looked like they were softer than anyone else in their group, including @Samantha Yurei, though she almost forgot about @Pete Simpson. Ugh, Pete. What a dumb name.

News about the recruitment traveled fast to Lyrwick, where she managed to force the information out of a bandit that had stolen some new Player's stuff. That Player had an ad in her pack, so it seemed that if it weren't for a stroke of luck, Ayna might have never heard about this. Unless she went to a tavern or two, which always had a few drunk adventurers loudly sharing information and gossiping like a bunch of newbs. Ugh, such shameless folks. A fan of drinking, Ayna was not. Even though she did the same whenever she felt like it.

For her part, Ayna made sure the ropes tying things together would hold out for as long as they needed them, swiftly snaking through the other people in the area as if she were a ballet dancer on a stage full of break dancers. When the loud Beastfolk interrupted the random conversations around them, Ayna gave her a thumbs-up. Regardless of whether she'd see it or not, this Beastfolk approved of the other one's domination. She then turned to @Kamala Graham with a wide grin. "The bags are packed and we're ready to go! Anything else we need?"

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (22) + 30 = 52
Knack | Ayna Nietzsche | 550C1

Current Contribution Count: 1,418
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[Chrys]

130 / 130

Still Thinking About It (Unaffiliated)

Pete was just happy to be there. Surrounded by friends and strangers, he really breathed in the amazing feeling of community, as if he belonged. Because he didn't. Not in the real world. And a part of him felt the same in this new one.

Still, with @Kamala Graham's doting, @Ayna Nietzsche's yelling, and the company offered by new friends @Leyna, @Elias Stryker, and @Samantha Yurei, he found himself distracted from his darker thoughts, swallowed instead by his more positive feelings. He channeled all that warmth and happiness to lift as much as he could of their stuff, helping out in terms of strength and carrying capacity when he could. Probably with Leyna because she was small. And maybe even Samantha because she was pretty hot, and Pete wanted to be closer to her. Physically.

"No one's going to die," Pete assured everyone in their makeshift group. He wasn't actually sure about that, but looking at Kamala and Leyna, he felt they could ensure their survival for the most part. He also had the Rings of Saturnine, especially the Nature Ring of Buer, to add to all that healing capability. Glad we found this group before we had to do any of this. "We're going to do our best and live to the end!"

He had to. If he ever wanted to see his investment in that stupid tavern come to fruition.

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (36) + 5 = 41
Fitness | Pete Simpson | 550C1

Current Contribution Count: 1,459
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[Alastair Brass]

115 / 115

Alastair huffed and dropped a pile of books where indicated. Apparently, one of the researchers had decided to take nearly their entire alchemical setup and library contents that could possibly be of use. He'd caught one of their apprentices asking how they determined what would be of use. "Well, you see, each of these tomes is over three hundred pages and I certainly wasn't going to read them all, so I took them all! Best to be prepared!" Make that their entire collection. The man rubbed the heel of a hand into his back and made short work of getting away from them. They could find some strapping young Adventurer or burly Lion to haul the rest of it. If he snagged a particularly interesting tome, Maribelle's Mystics and Soulful Baubles Aplenty Official Register Volume VII, well he was sure it wouldn't be missed. Materials that were noted to attune well to souls? Certainly better off in his hands than some alchemist's.

Instead, with a whirl of his hands and trim gloves, the older gentleman called upon his swarm of gentle souls to spread throughout the gathering. All around the weak, but plentiful spirits settled on overworked shoulders to reinvigorate their owners and others yet gently dusted their wings against scrapes and bruises from accidents and labor alike. Let them do his work and be his ears, both.

As for himself? Alastair settled near a stand that had quickly popped up, using the veneer of being involved to skim the first couple of pages. And even that was a cover to keep an ear out for information of use or delight. So many people and a thousand different conversations. Alastair glanced to the stall owner @Tetsunosuke and nodded in greeting. "While I've no Magitech, I must say this all is positively astonishing. Bravo. If any of your trinkets are of use to a magus, do let me know."

Rolls

Mastery Check
1d100 (90) + 5 = 95
Spirit Magic | Alastair Brass | 550C1

Current Contribution Count: 1,554
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[Bradwynne]

180 / 180

Lion Arms Member - Squire

As he arrived in the area, Bradwynne wondered how he could be of use to people. Everyone seemed to have acquired their niche, and as of then they were doing so great that they should not need help from him. But as of the moment the surroundings looked serious, and there seemed to be not that much confidence swirling around the area. Maybe this should be something that Bradwynne needed to be addressed: to inform everyone that a lot of decently-skilled people had their backs.

He then positioned himself towards the center of the area, and then started his performance. Drawing his ootachi, he then did a sword dance, his graceful movements he then greatly emphasized with his Divine Magic, his sword then drawing arcs of light as he danced, creating a spectacle that the people who watched would surely remember. But he then thought that doing it alone would never get his point across. And so he then looked around the area to see if he could find a decent swordsman to spar with him. And instantly he found one: his friend @Sean Poteitoku who was then seemingly trying out the swords in one part of the area.

Moving towards Sean's direction, Bradwynne then said to him. "Want to spar with me? We need to tell these people around us that some talented people got their backs in this endeavor."

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (49) + 25 = 74
Presence | Bradwynne | 550C1

Current Contribution Count: 1628
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[Lune]

155 / 155

Adventurer's Guild Member - Silver Rank

As a member of the Adventurer's Guild, she was constantly reminded that preparation is key to everything, and that Batman can beat even the ruler of the universe with enough prep time. And so she was in the kitchen, doing what she could best, preparing the food and drinks for the expedition. Moonsong wasn't a big fan of this super-large scale joint operation, because that means more opportunity for things to go straight ham. Just look at the number of people in the hall, or even, look at how many people are crammed into this kitchen right now—

The table in the middle collapsed in a blink of an eye, and more impressively the vegetable was not even properly cut. During the commotion, Moonsong lost focus of one arcane mug she was levitating and accidentally dumped the contents on her own head. "Ow!" She exclaims after getting her head poured with warm milk, which caused more arcane bowls, cups and mugs to fall onto the floor and vanish.

Moonsong spent several minutes helping the mess of a broken table (and the spilt drink she caused herself) before tapping her fellow Adventurer's Guild member @Zelrius while exhaling. "Let's just go somewhere else to help, there are too many cooks in the kitchen."

Rolls

Mastery Check
1d100 (5) + 10 = 15

Arcanamancy | Moonsong | 550C1

Current Contribution Count: 1643
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[Sylpha Astarte]

120 / 120

Unaffiliated

Critical Success

100

While @Tetsunosuke was busy advertising his Magitech foundry, a different display of Magitech was happening off at the provisions section. As if oblivious to anything other than the need for provisions of the edible kind, some random blue haired elf swooped in, extracted several materials from her inventory and set up an entire deployable Magitech kitchen on the spot. Then, she fired up all the ovens in her kitchen as she mixed up several batches of flours with water and black treacle.

Filling several loaf tins with the mixture, they went into a proofing drawer. Placing a hand on it, the bracelet on her right arm glowed as Sylpha operated the Magitech-powered proofing drawer with Chronomancy. A few minutes later, she opened the drawer to see perfectly proofed dough.

All hail technology. Sylpha thought to herself as she proceeded to shove the loaf tins straight into the ovens. Now, she only needed a place to put her bread as soon as she was done.

Schwing!

Staring at the mess @Zelrius made in the distance, Sylpha could only shake her head in disappointment. Fortunately, she had a solution already made. From her inventory again, she extracted....

...A compactible Magitech Arcane picnic table. Setting down four table legs at an appropriate distance from each other, Arcane magic circulated and a blue glass-like plane spawned to be used as a table. Sylpha wasn't sure if it was good enough to survive a swing from that swordsman, but it could definitely hold all her bread.

Rolls

Mastery Check
1d100 (100) + 20 = 120 x 2 = 240 (Critical Success!)


Magitech | Sylpha Astarte | 550C1

Current Contribution Count: 1883
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[Ru Ning]

160 / 160

Explorer's League Member

After attending a rather bizarre orientation, the gaunt lepus quickly reviewed the notes jotted down. Despite the straight forward nature of their mission, the sheer quantity of logistics that needed oversight had resulted in this… chaos.

Originally unsure on how to assist, after a series of trials and error he had found himself prepping water. Though it sounded dreadfully dull, there was little else the organizers found him appropriate for. Between his inability to cook, his abysmal physical strength, and having scared the living daylights out of the horses due to his otherworldly attunements, securing supplies was what remained.

Not one to get left behind from the action, Ru could be spotted in the thick of things… at a nearby lake boiling a nigh endless supply of drinking water, repacking it into containers, and sealing it for shipment on a constantly cycling train of wagons. Despite his shortcomings, the man understood precision when it came to sterility, something learned from his other life in a lab. And thus, thousands of gallons and hundreds of drums later, he remained put, working methodically at the task at hand.

Rolls

Mastery Check
1d100 (85) + 20 = 105
Spirit Magic | Ru Ning | 550C1

Current Contribution Count: 1988
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[Cyrus Sylvester]

120 / 120

Unaffiliated

Finweald was the hotspot that everyone and their mother knew about. There was no end to the adventurers in sight, and Cyrus was among them. He was one of the many clueless ones, who took in the happenings with fascination, wandering from here to there. He came across @Jin who fit perfectly into the role of a domineering director. Mentally sighing that he met this particular player, Cyrus nonetheless asked for whoever most needed someone of his skillset. After being pointed elsewhere, he left with a cheeky wave, and a dry, "Thanks." He rolled his eyes once he was facing away, but went on to help.

There was a lot of busy work, and Cyrus was mostly preoccupied with distributing supplies to the appropriate locations, securing the goods being loaded into carts, checking equipment, and the like. Once the slavedrivers people in charge became aware of his handiness, he was put to use in full. He briefly met @Harlow when the man brought some crates which Cyrus helped load on, and pin down with ropes. He shouted, "Good work!" to the departing Magia.

At one point, a horse freed itself from some idiot, and ran away. Cyrus reacted on pure instinct. He'd like to say that what ensued was an epic chase sequence. But really…it felt more like being outwitted and beaten by a damn horse. Eventually, Cyrus got to the animal – through tracking, making clever use of the roofs, and by bystander intervention. He jumped onto it, glad his real self had some experience riding. He ended up near @Cain Darlite and @Theria, overhearing their conversation. "Better double check the harnesses!" he pitched in, before taking the horse back at a walk to the owner. He got himself some coin for the trouble, but still warned, "Don't let it happen again."

Deciding to take a break, Cyrus meandered through the city, getting a snack at one of the stalls. This was when he met @Haru who was gathering newcomers for an unknown purpose. When invited, he shrugged, and agreed to tag along with a, "Sure."

Rolls

Expertise Check

1d100 (79) + 10 = 89

Knack | Cyrus Sylvester | 550C1

Current Contribution Count: 2.077
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[Gutsy Ironvolt]

130 / 130

MIT Hopeful

"FINALLY, AFTER ALL THIS TIME WE'RE GOING TO WAR!"

It wasn't a war, just an expedition but to Regan if an outpost got attacked, then that meant that something attacked it, which meant that whatever attacked it needed attacking back.

Grinning widely, the Vampire Bat Beastfolk woman looked at the hustle and bustle of the scene with an excited gaze. She was still fairly new to this world and there was much she hadn't seen, but something deep within her told her that there was battle to be had and if that was the case, she wouldn't miss this for the world.

Looking down to her companion @Cynna , Regan motioned to the bustling crowd.

"HAHAHA! Well, what do you think? Exciting isn't it? Finally feels like we're a part of something big."

Looking for something to do, Regan noticed an area where weapons were being stockpiled.

"I'm going to go inspect the weapons over there and make sure they're the real deal. Let's meet up in a bit. Don't get lost, are you wearing the tag I gave you."

Regan pointed to a small highly visible bracelet with the words 'IF LOST RETURN TO REGAN' on it.

"Good, we'll meet up in a bit."

Heading towards the weapons area with a grin, Regan loudly called out to the group.

"ALL RIGHT, I'M REGAN AND I'M HERE FOR WEAPON INSPECTION AND TESTING! I'M GOING TO MAKE SURE THESE WEAPONS HAVE WHAT IT TAKES TO CUT, BASH, OR PEIRCE THROUGH ANY BASTARDS THAT GET IN OUR WAY! HAHAHA!"

Rolls

@Malzel
Normal Attack
1d100 (41) + 15 + 0 + X = 56
NaN damage

Weapon Arts | Regan | 550C1

Current Contribution Count: 2,133
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[Tristaria]

190 / 190

Lifelong member of the Stay At Home Faction

Wow, that was a lot of people…

And a lot of preparations, for that matter. Just how far was this outpost, anyway?

The whole thing seemed like a bother, but the opportunity to meet the more competent members of the Magical Institute of Theory was too good to pass up. Hopefully, they would share a thing or two they’d learned about Terrasphere while retaking the outpost or whatever.

Hoping to speed up the process, Tristaria summoned Una out of a summoning circle with a wave of her hand.

Hm? Oh, woah! Look at all these people!

Yep. Go help load stuff on those wagons or whatever.

Right away, Summoner Tristaria~!

Meanwhile, Tris herself summoned a couple drones, commanding them to hover around and lightly zap (@Sean Poteitoku) random (@Bradwynne) people (@Kamala Graham), prodding them to clear a path for the supplies to reach the wagon more easily. She felt no need to apologize either. They were in the way, and polite words were slow.

Rolls

Mastery Check - Summon
1d100 (81) + 20 = 101
Summon | Tristaria | 550C1

Current Contribution Count: 2,234
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[Cleo Looker]

160 / 160

Lion Arms Member - Squire

Well here she was, taking part in some kind of expedition as a member of the Lion Arms, the first thing she'd actually done with them. Hell, she hadn't even met many of their number, in all honesty, so this was a new experience from the ground up. It would've been the perfect opportunity to start making some connections, forming the beginning of her network of informants, or something like that. It still could be that, to be fair, if it weren't for one simple problem that she'd failed to account for until just now. It was actually quite the stupid thing to have managed to overlook, but well, she was only human and therefor wasn't infallible.

But everybody was so loud!

It was insane how much noise the collection of people could make, even as some scattered to take care of different tasks, or to greet new or old friends, or to spar with each other or something as equally asinine. Who got into a fight just before an expedition into a potentially very dangerous place? Just what the hell were all of these people thinking and why would they not just stop thinking those things?

Cleo grumbled, undoing the hempen bindings that sealed a sack shut, pulling it open to count the number of potatoes inside of it, scribbling down the final number onto a sheet of parchment that she'd taken, before sealing the sack shut again and reaching for a box, grunting at the weight as she placed it in front of her with a sigh, pushing it open. A box of daggers. How wonderful. In the real world she'd have had to call something like this in. A collection of dangerous weapons? Super illegal.

Here, she began sorting through them all, counting them one at a time, a bored look on her face as she went through the standard procedure of taking inventory, a wall of Arcane spears keeping people out so that she could count things without people constantly taking stuff and throwing her count off. It was, at least, a tiny sanctuary of peace and quiet amongst the din and sound of the active expedition and all of the members taking part.

Still, who knew that an expedition in a fantasy world could be so boring...?

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (75) + 20 = 95
Awareness | Cleo Looker | 550C1

Current Contribution Count: 2329
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[Corsair]

130 / 130

Unaffiliated

Corsair was unfamiliar with wooden vehicles and beasts of burden, but there is always work to be done for a good mechanic. She crouched down next to the cart and sent in Fujitsu. The wolf soul that inhabited the mechanical spider had gotten used to its body, and had started to produce silk of its own accord. It couldn't make webs yet, but it had made a strange bed around its charging station.

"Reinforce any weak points," Corsair said. She tapped the back of the spider, activating passive commands that had been programmed into the construct, and the spider scuttled underneath the cart, stringing high-tensile line between the wooden joints.

She'd spotted @Haru and @Cain Darlite in the crowd, giving a cryptic nod to the spirit sage and a flourishing bow to the flagbearer of miracles. She kept an eye out for @Brutus Dahlgren, her de facto team mate, and for @Hanno Futaba, the man with biggest shield in the entire game. She'd agreed to meet Hanno here, but right now Corsair desperately wished they had organized some sort of signal or more specific meeting place.

A hundred other faces had passed in the crowd, many of them dressed in the colors of their faction. Corsair had paid particular attention to the ones from MIT. Once I've finished sifting through the loot from Vintergard I'll pay them a visit. I'm sure I found a few things worth their attention.

Rolls

Mastery Check
1d100 (24) + 15 = 39
Magitech | Corsair | 550C1

Current Contribution Count: 2368
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[Hanno Futaba]

275 / 275

Lion Arms Member

The number of newbies was alarming. Hanno could feel his stomach cramping just by looking at how many of them were willing to go to something so dangerous, but there was nothing he could do about it, except to try and keep as many of them safe as possible. Including, of course, the one that he was meant to meet today.

"Hey, buddy." Hanno smiled faintly to @Corsair, looking at her magi-tech spider doing a wonderful job, but noticing a few spots that it has missed or that Hanno considered that could be a good idea to reinforce despite being quite bulk already.

"I hope you don't mind letting me give you a hand." He said, both to his friend and at her spider that most likely couldn't understand him.

With that said, he started helping the Corsair and the spider to reinforce the vehicles, pointing out the best spots for them to work on, He also used a bit of his own physical strength and his gigantic shield for something that required a bit more of brute force.

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (88) + 40 = 128
Awareness | Hanno Futaba | 550C1

Current Contribution Count: 2.496
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[Madison Mortiere]

160 / 160

Unaffiliated

No cowards or martyrs. Got it. Disqualifies a good ninety percent of the player base though.

Madison, having woken up on the wrong side of the air mattress this morning, was already in a grouchy mood. Setting her over the edge was definitely learning one of the two guilds she was interested in pledging her allegiance to called its members Whistles.

As you can imagine, such disappointment ruined her day exponentially--almost immeasurably.

They could've called them anything in the world. Explorers. Pathfinders! But nope; sign up to fill out the four corners of the world map, and you get a fucking Oscar Mayer Wiener Whistle for your troubles! That's your identity now! Good luck getting a date in the future, nerd!

Maybe I should just stay an independent contractor. No dumb rules, no dumb hierarchies; and I can make my own stupid insignia. A little enamel middle finger pin on my lapel, for instance!

Or perhaps, more true to her brand, a salt shaker.

Either way, she set about the wagons, making sure the harnesses were attached to their animals correctly, and that the knots securing provisions and weapons in their carts were tied tight so noting would rattle out along the way.

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (20) + 40 = 60
Awareness | Madison Freebird | 550C1

Current Contribution Count: 2556
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[Matilda]

145 / 145

Unaffiliated

A dark wanderer cloaked in a plain black robe and large hat approached the bustling scene playing out in the Ember Torch.

It reminds me of back then, hehe. Back when we were all together fighting against the Dissonance. And now another mystery, perhaps another fight. Hehehe, I guess I can help out. Let's see what this ex-commander can do.

Walking through the crowd, the little witch made an effort to remain hidden from others' eyes. She wanted to keep her presence a secret until the right moment. It wouldn't do to start any type of commotion, especially with the types of magic she wielded.

As she moved between and around adventures, works, and faction members, Majolica spotted a familiar face making himself useful in just about every way possible. Walking closely by @Haru, the witch would whisper to the man.

"Hehehe, you're doing well. This time, I'll fight with you. Hehe, this time, I'm here."

Majolica wouldn't stop. She didn't want to disturb Haru, he was doing his best and she would only distract him from his duties. As she walked away she caught the eye of another adventurer. Smiling, Majolica gave a little wave to @Laylabelle and disappeared into the crowd.

Now, then... hehe, I wonder where the food is. Hehehe, maybe they have candy!

Rolls

Mastery Check
1d100 (14) + 25 = 39

Dark Magic | Majolica | 550C1

Current Contribution Count: 2595
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[Darkness]

145 / 145

Maple leaf clinic (Unaffiliated)

Kaede did not like the idea, not one bit as she adjusted her gear and took a heavy sigh of annoyance and a sip from her coffee cup. Hands reaching out to pick up some boxes of medical supplies she could spare from her little clinic to help the people who would be going into the unknown. She could go with intent to fight, but the idea of risking her magic going haywire when likely a lot of new players would be joining was NOT on her todo list.

Arriving at the meeting point only confirmed Kaede's worries about the matters. Why could the landers and players in charge not 'split' the task up if they had no idea what they would be sending people into? The thoughts etching dark magic to crawl into Kaede's mind and toy with her hatred towards those in power before she grumbled and set the medical supplies in the cart they would go in. Looking around some more Kaede noticed a few faces but was not here for ideal chatter.

"This about all the medical supplies I can spare... I'll be going back to my clinic now."

Kaede would move away from the cart and head to the main entry way to lean against something and watch the eagerness and energy of those who had little to no idea WHAT this sort of large group gathering would result in. Sure she could try to go along with them as a support focused caster, not touching her taboo magic but the risk and unknown just did not sit well with her anymore.

Her frame adjusting as she double looked the people not seeing many who she would call 'support focused' though she herself was one example of don't judge a book by the cover and simple decided to wait and see. Worst case she just goes back to her clinic to overtime medical supplies for those that return the slow way... She was not the person to ask for help, nor did she think it wise to try helping with her magic having a mind of it's own.

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (27) + 50 = 77

Current Contribution Count: 2672
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[Roland Rutledge]

180 / 180

Non-Affliated

With a grimace plastered upon his face, he stuck to the outskirts of the various camps. He hadn't been able to find a lead since he got here, and was beginning to think his 'mission' was impossible. The world was simply too large, finding a specific person within it was a fool's task unless they wanted to be found.

Lost in thought he didn't see the lion's arms guild member pulling a small wagon of armor until he had almost bumped into him, flinching, he dodged out of the way with super-human speed only to knock over the set of armors the boy was carrying.

With a sigh, he bent over to apologize.

Sorry, but you really should be looking where you're going. You could have hurt someone.

Leaving the boy to pick up the scavenged armors for himself Jin chuckled to himself. He had thought using a potion to return his body back to a facsimile of his actual self would make him feel more at home in his own skin, but it seemed the transformation was only skin deep.

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (40) + 40 = 80
Fitness | Roland Rutledge | 550C1

Current Contribution Count: 2,752
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[Crimson Ruby]

Critical Failure

1

160 / 160

Explorer's League Member

Just like in the Pirate's adventure, Ruby found herself in a situation where she was in a place far more crowded than her heart could take. Being playful and social with someone? Easy peasy. Have a talk with a couple of people? Yeah, fair. Three people? Sounds okay. Dozens of them? Hell no! Unless it was with someone else she trusted on.

But she also knew deep down that she needed to fight against it. She needed to be independent of others and music to be in bigger groups, she could do it.

Knowing her imposing presence, she cleared her throat and opened her mouth widely to order someone around:

"Can you please take these crates somewhere else? They need it..." Her voice quietened while her tail and ears lowered, sheepishly approaching a group of people that only one woman listened to her, and she simply smiled awkwardly at Ruby.

With a nod, she cleared her throat and tried again. "H-Hello!" She approached a group. "Could you try to-" Unlike last time, the whole group actually listened to her, turning to look at her and making her feel a pressure that quickly made her flee. "Nevermind." She fleed.

That couldn't keep going like this! So she went with a new strategy, taking isolated people and trying to convince them to help. And for starters, she approached a big bear beastfolk, clearing her throat and raising her hand. "Hello, could you-"

"Shut up."

And she was done.

Fidgeting her fingers, she approached @Ru Ning, who was working diligently all the time. She shrunk and sat right behind him, all curled and burying her face in her knees, letting him know she was there with her primal aura, which made him know she would help if he needed anything.

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Expertise Check
1d100 (1) + 25 = 26 (Critical Failure!)
Presence | Crimson Ruby | 550C1

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