Complete Main Story (Story Event) Red Fever

Schilva Flasch · Jul 22, 2022

Critical Failure

1

35 / 115

Red Fever (7)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified (last cycle)
-15HP from Orb Pondering
-30HP from Map Damage

Plucking his resolve further as he faces down the swarm with his comrades, Schilva whips the point of his katana about to point directly between the shuddering jaw-flabs of the Kurungaar Queen.

"You bet I'm alive! Now, let's take this sucker down, eh? I'm gonna get it right between th-"
His sentence drowned in the deafening screech, Schilva is nonetheless still under the impression that the Queen's movement had been, to this point, uncalculated pained thrashing. He was thusly caught entirely off-guard by the sudden appearance of an ominous-looking orb above its head.
"Uh, what's that thing? Who's got that thing, the one that lets you see super far? Uh, Hyper Se---OH HOLY SHIT WHAT IS THAAAAAT!?!?"

He had taken his eyes off the orb for but a second, yet already the concentrated beam of pure [Fuck You] was sweeping towards his position. No, not him specifically...it was aimed at @Frey Elzeiros, who had the steel cojones to try and draw the Queen's ire specifically. All this over a ruined outfit?!

"WATCH OUT-!"
Even with his swiftness, Schilva could tell at a glance that he wouldn't be able to do more for the others beyond screaming out a caution; even as he spoke, the beam was already cutting an impassable shaft of ground-quaking energy between him and the others. The last he saw, @Herculean Drakecon was bravely interposing himself before the blast with a shield that most definitely would not see such an attack through. But where was @Sol?

Shit, it's coming this way!

Forced to abandon that thought, Schilva's mind races as the death-ray draws closer to him, the very ground shuddering and his hair standing on end from the intensity of the energy being released from what must now be the monstrous Queen's death throes. Which way to go?
Ahead of him was certain death, behind him was the swarm. That left only:

To the side!

As his body races into action as well, Schilva finds in his path a beastfolk (@Ueno Mizuki) who he estimated would probably be caught in the path of the tank-buster attack if she stayed in that spot. Sizing himself up, Schilva made the split-second decision to barrel into her and seize her by the waist to essentially tackle her out of the way of the beam.

He didn't want to be rude, of course, but the fact was that he was completely unprepared for this sort of action. It was just that the mere impact with her knocked the wind out of Schilva with a groan and his second sheathed katana off his belt with a quiet splatter in the muddy battlefield, amidst his struggle to juggle the wolfgirl's weight with his forward momentum. At least he had gotten them both out of danger; the beam did not follow them up the steppes of the basin, one of which he had managed to scale.

"There we go. You okay?"
Now, he stopped to set the wolfgirl down and catch his breath, looking about. Of course, he immediately saw the expedition's new problem upon doing so.
"Oh, you've got to be shitting me. That's another...another one...?"
Strangely enough, it didn't seem like the orb was going to turn into another death-beam (yet), and everyone was launching themselves at it to try and break it open.
"...damn it, may as well. Can't let that happen again. You with me?"

Giving the rescued beastfolk a grin more nervous than inspiring, Schilva decides to lead by example and leaps from the steppe to beeline through the air for the orb.
Katana twisting like an undulating ribbon of silver as he descends from down on high onto the ominously crackling and spitting orb, Schilva lets out a triumphant kiai as he slashes right through it!

Landing with a heavy thud in the mudflat that was now baked dry with the force of the beam's energy, Schilva smirks and prepares to return his blade to its sheathe again, only to remember that there is no sheathe.

Or blade.

It's been melted right down to the hilt.

Rolls

Hinder
1d100 (1) + 10 + 5 + 20 + 10 + 10 + 10 = 33 (Critical Failure!) (Total halved)
33 damage to HP and SP

Slash Weapons | Schilva Flasch | 550C9

▪ Kurungaar HP: -1117/27000
▪ Orb HP: -105/1200
▪ Orb SP: 280/1200
▪ Cannons Used: 5/5
▪ Ego HP: -999999999/1
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Ludmilla Orphys · Jul 22, 2022

70 / 130

Red Fever (7)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified (last cycle)
-15HP from Orb Pondering
-30HP from Map Damage
+10 Heavy Armour Passive

Around her, the battle raged. A chorus of terror, disbelief and despair rang out and was silenced by the searing fury of a dying monarch, its final edict composed with blind fever-rage. Ludmilla staggered on through the field, taking the shortest possible route to the flailing Queen whose fate was already sealed, even as it expended the last of its hatred to condensate another crackling orb of malaise overhead.

It was natural for those who survived the initial sweep of the Kurungaar beam to scrabble for whatever other survivors they could find. Strength in numbers, as it were. Because of this, Ludmilla suddenly found herself being forced off her trajectory by the firm grip of a sisterly figure (@Sarina Knights) who suggested her take a rest.

No such thing. Though her struggling in Sarina's hold may have easily been taken as panicked confusion, there was a bit more than that going on; any sane person, taking a step back, would probably have taken her dilated pupils and rabidly gnashing teeth as something more than battlefield shock.

The clouds of Fever Fliers continued to bother her, nipping at her clothing and tearing at the flesh beneath it. But Ludmilla was not to be deterred. For every bite that the swarm took of her, she would turn a buzzing insect to stardust with a flick of her wrist; for every drop of blood spilled, she would pull a feeding drone from her skin and crush it with vitriol inappropriate to her endearing stature.

As she was being pulled along by Sarina, a particularly bold drone tried to take her eye out with its clicking mandibles, some primal instinct telling its insect brain that this one was especially of danger to its doomed queen. With a hiss and reflexive tug, Ludmilla rips it from her face, ignoring the gashes its legs leave in her cheeks.

Its compound eyes and segmented body are crushed into a chitinous mess between Ludmilla's teeth. Only now does she crack a messy smile among the chaos, mashing the remains in her mouth like a lumpy wad of chewing gum and drinking of its bitter blood.

When Sarina decided that she'd had enough of this and launched Ludmilla towards the summoned orb, Ludmilla wasn't the slightest bit concerned. In fact, her frustration at being set off-course was quickly replaced by gluttony once again as she came within close proximity of its magical radiation. It seemed that she had found something that roused her appetite yet again.

"Tasty...tasty!"
Fingers digging into the surface of the orb, wisps and rivulets of its virulent energy seeped through Ludmilla's body, sending her into a fit of magic-drunken laughter. Her already gapingly wide smile grew wider and her pupils seemed to expand to the point where they dominated the space entirely, red on turquoise filling her eyes with an asymmetrical hue of madness.
"MORE! EHHAHAHEHAHA! MORE!"

But gravity had other ideas, pulling her down slowly at first, then suddenly separating her from the orb entirely. Without the presence of mind like others to land safely, the unpleasant sound of something snapping could be clearly heard as Ludmilla hit the ground, but she did not fall dead and limp.

Instead, she crawled to her hands and knees, righting her broken body, which hadn't sustained so much as a bruise. That only made the whole scene that much worse though, for all who looked on would see her still-warping silhouette trying to bend and fix itself, bathed in the sinister light of her devoured magic.

In the midst of the closing carnage, Ludmilla lets out a quiet chuckle, turning on the twitching and now mostly defenseless Queen.

"Where is my...dessert?"

-

Her salivating jaws close around dripping insect meat ripped from chitinous plating, so magically inundated that it seared her tongue and set her her nerves ablaze in exquisite agony. The smile on her bloodied face seems carved into her flesh, shadowed harshly in the sinister light of the orb overhead.

That hunger will never be sated.

Rolls

▪ Kurungaar HP: -1117/27000
▪ Orb HP: -139/1200
▪ Orb SP: 246/1200
▪ Cannons Used: 5/5
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Janet Reilly · Jul 22, 2022

160 / 215

Red Fever (7)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified
-30 HP from Map Damage
-15 HP from Orb Team (x2)
+30 HP from Second Wind
Vulnerable

She swerved and thundered, hooves pounding hard-packed earth. The crater sloped downwards like a funnel towards the dead demon's bare-stripped bones, forgotten beneath the might of the Mother. Legs the size of tree-trunks creaked and collapsed as legions of vines and roots (@Ueno Mizuki ) conspired to bring the creature to her knees.

Then the Tank Buster hit.

Janet squeezed her eyes shut to block out the bottoming health bars, the flashing WARNING(!) banners. The beam (helpfully marked 'Grievous Guillotine') tore through the players like a kraken through the deck of a pirate ship.

Pirates... that reminds me...

"Up! Back up towards the rim!" Janet's shrill voice rent the air as she patted Rebel's neck, pointing up towards the cannonfire. The chestnut mare whinnied in protest—people were running towards the creature, not away from it—but the horror and chaos of the battle were enough to spur her on.

They flashed past a black orb that had manifested on the field, some new objective sporting SP bars and dangerous music. Janet gritted her teeth and added her magic to the mix as they galloped by, emptying the last of her focus gauge. It would leave her helpless to defend herself if another one of those death-rays came her way, but Janet was confident in her and Rebel's racing skills to even the odds.

Leaving her Mastery active had its unintended effects, however. As they raced along, greenery passively crept up Janet's armor, weaving itself into the chinks between plate and chain. By the time she reached the MIT players, her red, pinched face seemed to sprout from a wide, ruffed collar of cherry tomato leaves.

"You there! Miss—pirate, or @Corsair , whatever you are!"

In a thunder of hooves, Janet passed by the snake-shaped cannon. Despite its massive size, she reached down and hauled it up like it was no bigger than a beer keg. "You can't possibly get into range from up here. Come on!"

She offered a calloused hand, intensely green eyes burning into the Magia. If one looked closely, you could see little brussels sprouts swirling around in them.

Rolls

▪ Kurungaar HP: -1117/27000
▪ Orb HP: -231/1200
▪ Orb SP: 154/1200
▪ Cannons Used: 5/5
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Corsair · Jul 22, 2022

64 / 145

Red Fever (7)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified (last cycle)
-15 HP from Swarmers
-30 HP from Retal (Finisher)
~~Vulnerable~~ Protected by @Hanno Futaba

Corsair leaped up onto the horse, nestling in behind Janet, the cannon balanced precariously across their shoulders, jostling for a spot like a misplaced lance. She felt the metallic clang of Kiryuu's chain of fate as it latched to her spirit. Rebel, @Janet Reilly's horse, thundered down the muddy funnel, stampeding closer to the Kurungaar Mother with each circuit, the chain pulling them towards the final clash as if she and Janet were riding a great, chestnut tether-ball.

But before Corsair could launch even a single shot the mother was felled.

@Cain Darlite the Bard and @Seigi Ling Ling the Hero brought the sky crashing down, moon and sun colliding in an immense impact that made Corsair shudder.

Blood and mud and screams and gleaming refrains filled the air, and the cannon rattled on her shoulder. The Kurungaar Mother's spirit swirled around her, free from its body but unruly and cruel even in death.

She worried about her friends. About @Hanno Futaba and @Brutus Dahlgren and @Toko, but she didn't see any hint of their spirits in the wind, only the traces of those that were fallen but not yet lost. The @Ilya's and the @Nai's of the battle. There was hope for them yet, that they may return to their bodies. She steered clear of those spirits.

Corsair pulled Sam's soul into herself, and felt Calm. She was a slowly fading leaf at the bottom of a forgotten puddle. A scrap of life in a vast bowl, skipped over by time and mindless thought.

She reached out, calm as a puddle, and plucked a streaming spirit from the maelstrom around her.

❰ Kurungaar Mother Spirit Cannon ❱

Like a tailor working with snake silk, Corsair slipped the ephemeral sliver into the feed of the spent cannon. Her pulse was slow, her eyes wide and gleaming as she targeted...everywhere.

There was no life left in the body, but the wretched corpse was a threat to the environs.

This wasn't a kill, it was overkill. It was win more. It was gravy. It was calm, level-headed revenge.

It was prevention. Disinfection. Methodical, exhaustive, spiritual incineration.

Burn the body and salt the grave.

She fired, and the sliver of burning spirit streaked back towards its own corpse, sinking deep into the rotten bug flesh and leaving a steaming wound.

There were no words from Corsair as she worked. She was mechanical. A deep and constant stone in the stream of roiling spirit as she pulled strand after strand from the air, launching streaking blades of cream, and green, and crimson hate into the corpse, until the heart of the creature was a smoking crater, an autoclave for the source of the demonic pestilence.

She kept firing until no slivers flew in the air, and all that remained were embers and tired silence.

Rolls

Burst Attack
14d20 exploding (9 + 10 + 2 + 12 + 10 + 16 + 10 + 10 + 20 + 14 + 14 + 8 + 3 + 14 + 18) +
+10 Serenity Mist +25 Kiryuu's hype chain+20 Avenger +15 Damage (passive) = 300
240 damage (Explosions: 1) Gain the Vulnerable state
Surge Activated (+60 to a roll) | Corsair | 550C9 = 300 Damage
Battle Spirits | Corsair | 550C9 | Finisher

▪ Kurungaar HP: -1417/27000
▪ Orb HP: -231/1200
▪ Orb SP: 154/1200
Cannons Used: 5/5
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Ueno Mizuki · Jul 22, 2022

130 / 180

Adventurer's Guild Member - Gold
Red Fever (7)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified (last cycle)
+15 HP from Recovery
-30 HP from the swarm
+24 Buff from @Seto Kurama
+Carry Tag from @Schilva Flasch
Vulnerable

While Mizuki was busy tying the boss down with her roots she felt a chill wash over her which was partially negated by her fur and metabolism. Feeling the chill manifest itself as a protective layer of ice that kept the Fever Flies from ripping into her flies the wolfess shot a grateful glance towards @Magdalyn which was also transmitted towards the woman through Mizuki's primal aura. Together with @Janet Reilly, the huntress conspired to use the jungle itself to keep the Kurungaar Mother in place so the other combatants could bring it down.

However, all their efforts were blown aside when the monster first gathered a massive amount of demonic energy above its head, then released it as several lasers of certain death, one of which would have gone straight through Mizuki and reduced her to ashes if another figure hadn't rammed into her and carried her to the side. Mizuki was caught off guard, but realized that @Schilva Flasch had saved her life.

Many thanks.

As the two of them turned towards the demonic orb that was hovering above the Kurungaar Mother, Mizuki quickly decided that it wouldn't do to defeat the monster if that orb's energies destroyed them all afterwards. She'd been slow to recover from being knocked off her feet, and she saw that @Seto Kurama and @Alonso Thorlion were already doing their part in trying to bring this battle to a violent end. Shaking her head and letting loose a vicious growl, Mizuki's golden eye turned sanguine as both eyes began to glow.

Let's go.

Together with Schilva, Mizuki charged straight at the orb, borrowing the man's superior speed to get high enough that she could strike at the orb directly. Her arms transformed into large claws as her fur bristled and her fangs lengthened. The orb was already cracking and dispersing from all the attacks launched at it in an attempt to get rid of it, but that ominous energy was still there. But it looked like only a last push was needed, so Mizuki would deliver that final push.

With Schilva's assistance Mizuki had accumulated enough speed that she was heading straight for the collapsing orb, both claws at the ready. Rather than simply striking it, she let loose a more savage howl as she tore straight through it, swiping with both claws to rip through the orb's core and scatter its energies in every direction. She could feel the demonic energy trying to eat at her, but thanks to the hard work of all the supporters Mizuki had more than enough vitality left that she wasn't going to get taken down by it.

BEGONE!

❰ Moon Shredder ❱

Rolls

▪ Kurungaar HP: -1417/27000
▪ Applied Bonuses: Serenity Mist + Carry Tagged
▪ Orb HP: -231/1200
▪ Orb SP: -28/1200
Cannons Used: 5/5
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Rook the Quick · Jul 22, 2022

10 / 100

Red Fever (7)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified (last cycle)
-30 HP from Map Damage
-30 HP from Finisher

He fought with both arms on his blade, one on the hilt, the other flat. It bit into his skin as he struggled, forcing back giant jaws with only minutes to mince, only seconds to spare, only a sharp double-edge with which to muzzle the Mother who'd stolen him away.

Quick! He kicked at a mandible, battering chitinous teeth.

Quick! He pulled his feet in, dodging the beam which swept through the others.

Quick! He looked up to see a beacon of hope, a soft little mockingbird (@Alkaid Zexis ) who swept a circle around his head like a halo, and gave him his wings.

Whistle.

Rattling. Ringing. A chain came his way with a metal-song like swingsets, and Rook seized it with his bloodied hand in a leap of faith, or maybe fate. Metal links schlicked red as they passed beneath his palms and he was pulled from the Matron's mouth.

As Rook was whisked away, fortuitous to a fault, the sliding sword sliced the place where her jaws were sewn together in a final parting gift. A paper-cut.

Small, and sharp, and quick.

Rolls

Sneak Attack
1d100 (26) + 15 + 10 = 51
51 damage + 35 (Kiryuu Hype Chain + Serenity Mist) = 86 damage
Sneak Attack unsuccessful! You have disadvantage on your next save roll
Slash Weapons | Rook the Quick | 550C9

▪ Kurungaar HP: -1503/27000
▪ Orb HP: -231/1200
▪ Orb SP: -28/1200
Cannons Used: 5/5
Play Sheet Link

Tick Tock · Jul 22, 2022

0 / 100

...

@Jin The Bladesworn made a compelling point, one of the last she could reply to, and yet silence had already begun to creep the same as vile magics did to constrict her throat with it's rapid advance. He the most unexpected being one of the last to leave, a man who walked out of a graveyard. Away from her tombstone.

So followed The woman who commanded shadows and spirits alike, @Gideon. A silent farewell, or so Shane hoped that was the case and she didn't just stare down at her disgraced, twisted form for nothing.

And the gentleman @Alastair Brass. The one she shared a name to with her last breath, and as if she wasn't trapped, warped in agony by this demonic plague, Shane wished only to ease his mind, to let him believe this fate wasn't as tragic as it seemed, but she couldn't blame him for believing otherwise.

Don't look back, ( @Vina Skysong ). And yet words were all inside her mind instead as her the last of her begun to melt into the flesh of the Matron itself...

The pain was numb by now, her transformation ceased and rapidly slowed down to a crawl as there were little left for it to consume, most cells having been overtaken by the red fever- Here she is again, the stench not so different to that god forsaken hospital's, her deformed body but a prison of flesh and bone, and she could only wander across thoughts of what could have been, what -should- have been. Being locked inside yourself was a willing choice this time around, but the fever- The fever...

Inside a burning memory?

There were others around her, and yet past experiences became a fog. @Nai , a horned woman who commanded for a name, and her last words.

Dead?

Tea flooded her mouth, and most spilled down her lips. Hands tried to find her handkerchief to clean the mess and give a proper apology to her dearest friend for wasting away the well brewed throat syrup, only nothing happened, and nothing came out of her mouth akin to a 'sorry'. Nothing at all.

@Crimson Ruby, or a mere phantasm of her embraced her, a little creature that for some reason chose now of all times to do so. Why is she so familiar, and why can't she remember her? Once again, her own lips remained sealed, lifeless eyes had lost their colour as bloodshot veins propped around the sclera. They could see only a soul trapped inside of a body. A burning memory of whoever she was before tumor and meat tore into the amygdala, the neocortex, the hippocampus-

Am I?

...

'…Hey, Shayna.'

Hello.

'I'm Chris.'

Nice to meet you, Chris.

'You know… Before coming here, I destroyed my whistle.'

What is this?

'I was angry, but you've made me realize I totally missed the point.'

Why do I feel-

'The whistles never failed anybody.'

Like I should know you.

'And seeing you now, I honestly think that…'

Why do I feel so sad? Why are you sad?

'You are really, really cool!'

...

'Everybody's safe now, so you don't… Have… to worry…!'

Safe. Safe.

Tears begun to well up on her eyes, a petrified visage akin to a crying statue, the only sign of life she could offer, the only fragment of humanity left, as these last words reawakened what primal message her brain looped over and over, echoed into nothingness until now as the last vestige of memories she holds on to as tightly as she can from the rot that consumed her brain. No one would hear her screams of silence as she battled with the inability to fight back, to move, to embrace the girl who thanked her for a job she felt incomplete, as her eyes proved this to be quite the opposite.

I have to protect them. I have to protect you. And everyone. And anyone.
And Chris.
And Azykia.
And Ruby
And...

On bloated hands ended one of the so fabled whistles, assisted by Chris in her case- the sole survivors inside the dying matron blew their own, and Shane tried her hardest to do the same to no avail.

Shane smiled. Her plea for strength was answered as her mind awakened a sweet past memory. @Vale*

Nah, nah, shout it. I wanna hear it. Whistle!!

▪ Kurungaar HP: -3942/27000
▪ Orb HP: -231/1200
▪ Orb SP: -28/1200
Cannons Used: 5/5

Asch · Jul 23, 2022

@Ludmilla Orphys, the moment you indulge your appetite with the taste of death, your UI began to flash warnings.

Notice

Warning.

Extreme Incompatibility detected.

Proceed?

Narrator Note: Make a decision in the roll channel, this interaction will be resolved OOCly.

…

Childress stood still amid the onslaught of the swarm crowding around her, her sharp albeit weary eyes taking note of the most minute of the insect titan's movements as the Beastlord manifestation ripped and clawed through any enemy that approached her. Although everyone had just been fighting up until that point, including her, she spent the majority of her time analyzing the enemy. In an unknown territory, a whistle's observation skill is the difference between life and death.

Through her observation, the White Whistle was perplexed. Releasing the orb clearly damaged the matron the moment it released from its mouth. What was the orb for? Why did it release the orb?

With all of the time and experience she had traveling through the Tangleweaves, the behavior did not make sense. Unless... The Fever was overriding its basal instinct, one cannot trust a demon-ruined beast to behave as it should. However, not knowing what was about to happen was not the same as not knowing how to act. She let her training and experience inform her decisions. They should expect the worst and prepare accordingly.

Arlyn, time to burn! Feodan, cover us!

ON IT, BOSSSSSSSS!!!

The fox shouted back in response, as the flames surrounding her body kicked up to the next level of intensity.

HMPH!!!

The Mountain meanwhile, grabbed onto his whistle and transformed it into a large shield as he followed the felis' charge.

Childress and her team acted as vanguard, escorting many of the finishers past the swarm, which are either torn to pieces by the Beastlord spirit, swatted away by Feodan's shield, or burst into flame from Arlyn's flame. Meanwhile, Childress watched the insect titan's movement like a hawk as the group was in reach of the matron's wrathful retaliation.

OVERHEAD!

Seconds after Childress vocalized her warning, a gigantic insectoid arm crashed down on her at incredible speed, kicking up a cloud of dust and mud. When the dust cleared, Feodan could be seen was barely holding up the matron's fist with his shield, which had cracked into a hundred pieces immediately after absorbing the full force of the attack. In a split second, a flash of lightning could be seen shooting up the matron along with Childress, who opened up the arm for Arlyn's flame, followed by a barrage of attacks from herself and the finishers she escorted to the frontline.

A pained screech can be heard as the matron swung her free arm at the attackers, intending on smearing them on the muddy ground, and would have succeeded had it not been for Kiryuu’s chain had swinging around the matron’s arm several times at the last second before it tightened when he and several travelers and landers alike pulled on it, stopping the matron from executing its attack.

PULL! PULL! PULL! HARDER! PULL LIKE YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT, 'CAUSE IT GODDAMN DOES!

I’M PULLING, RYUUBABY! THIS IS NOTHING LIKE DANCING WITH GOLEMS! KEEP PULLING, BABIES!

HHHHRGGH! THIS THING'S NO SHEEP! SERIOUSLY! I'M MAXING OUT, BROTHER-MAN!

The immobile Kurungaar Mother thrashed in desperation as its locked arm opening it up to a flurry of attacks from the expeditionaires, who somehow managed to break their limits and turned the battle at the last second. With the Fate Chain immobilizing the matron and the combined attacks dealing the fatal blow, the final screech boomed across the area before the sound of the insectoid gargantuan mass could be heard colliding into the ground.

Dread and silence filled the air as all the fever fliers fell to the muddy ground, inert. The hive was dead and its drone was dead.

Cheers erupted across the battlefield as travelers and landers alike howled their victory, relishing in the catharsis of felling a deadly foe. After all, they won, right?

Childress watched the presumptuous celebration, though did not join in. Something about the climax of the battle didn't feel right to her.

The matron's enlarged head had long stopped glowing menacingly…

But the fever fliers did not.

Critical Failure

1

In the matter of seconds, a red glow burn inside the eye sockets of the previously-inert flying insects as they sprung back to life. Their demonically enraged buzzing cut the celebration short as the attacking force stumbled to defend themselves from the flying insects. However, rather than attacking the near-dead expedition, they shot up hundreds of feet up to the orb that had been cracked moments ago by those who had made it their life mission to demolish it.

The fliers landed on the umbral sphere en masse, gnawing away at the demonic orb. It would have been a harrowing sight for some to see the pitch black amalgamation lit up by tens of thousands of red dots covering the orb. They brunched and munched, guzzled with their muzzle until nothing was left before collecting into a swarm and descended on their lifeless carrier. One could hear the sound of the insects breaking open the matron's exterior to burrow orb bits into the the matron.

For hundreds of years, the Yladians have defended the rest of the world from the horror of the north. Those of you may recall the time when the Yladians' abandonment of their land had led to the founding of the Starcalled Nation, Astorea. But why?

The realization might have dawned on a few among you.

Imagine an enemy so terrifying that even the god-tasked elves abandoned their post.

Even in death, the corpse continued to puppeteer the Kurungaar Mother, ruining everything within sight.

The world prays that you do not meet your end just yet, for it was not yet the time.

However, an introduction was indeed overdue

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Insolent. Insolent. Insolent. Insolent! INSOLENT!

To be executed and shamed by the moving bags of meat and blood...

The demon-ruined matron would make sure that every single one of you suffer.

It will rise again and fertilize the bountiful earth your blood and guts as an offering to the world.

Die die die die die die DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!

The demon blood coursed within its vein boiled, stirring it from the momentary slumber.

The matron's body mutated, twisted, and started to lose its insectoid shape as the fever ticked up to eleven, which was far past any hidden limit that might have been there. Human arms burst out from the nub where the matron's broken insectoid legs used to sit. Demon horns broke through the gelatinous eyeballs as human-like teeth pushed the monstrous teeth that lined the matron's limp maw. And to finish the matron's transformation, wings made of ribs broke through the crush chitin on its back. The matron

The familiar crackle of red lightning began gathering the matron's mouth. The bright light cast a long shadow behind you as you stood there, helplessly watching Urukkhan readied himself for a reaping.

Thump-thump...

The sound of a heartbeat could be heard across the death-lit battlefield.

Thump-thump...

The beat grew louder, overriding the buzzing and the vortex of death energy.

THUMP-THUMP!

Anyone with a passive awareness of 50 or more will be able to see a pulsating glowing red mass growing inside of the matron's back folds.

GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THE BUG, NOW!!!

The explosion was so bright that not even closing your eyes could stop the flood of light blinding you and it was so loud that the surrounding became completely silent. All of the air around the matron was instantaneously funneled into a singularity that was Shane. Anyone who was caught in this funneling of winds would have immediately burned up (2439 points of damage). The resulting blast turned the conal recess into a sphere of liquified earth.

When and if the senses return to your battered body, you can look up at the completely silent world and admire the hole in the dusky clouds, heralding a new day, a well-earned victory, a fever gone, and the introduction to an enemy you are not yet ready for.

Return home, travelers and relish in celebrations and one another's company.

Enjoy yet another day in paradise.

The world continues to watch you with bated breath.

Asch · Jul 23, 2022

A big thank you to all the Narrators, Moderators, Community Leaders, and member auditors for coming together to make such a large event a success!

We hope you enjoyed the first story arc in 2.0 and hope that you will come back for the next big event!

What's Next?

The Aftermath. If you would like to wrap up your character's involvement in the event, you can make an exist post here.

Feedback. The Narrator team and I are constantly looking for ways to improve our events so we would love to hear about your experience with the event.

Rewards. Come and collect your rewards if your characters have made at least 2 posts in the event or subevent threads. For those who tag-teamed their 3rd character in, you can only pick 2 characters for this reward.

Shop Banner. The shop banner for this event will be available in the next couple of weeks. Stay tuned!

Story Quest. A story quest to rebuild Camp Nisus will be opening up next week if you would like some chance to world build in your own way.

NPC Interaction. If you would like to interact with particular NPCs, the Narrator team may have comm threads in the work where your character can speak to them directly. There's currently no ETA for these comms, so stay tuned!

Complete Main Story (Story Event) Red Fever

Schilva Flasch

Ludmilla Orphys

❮ God's Exceed ❯

Janet Reilly

❮ Protector ❯

Corsair

Ueno Mizuki

❮ Pathfinder ❯

Rook the Quick

❮ Fever-touched ❯

Tick Tock

❮ Queen Slayer ❯

Asch

❮ Administrator ❯

Notice

Asch

❮ Administrator ❯

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