Complete Main Story (Story Event) Red Fever

[Caelia Etterni]

100 / 100

Unaligned

She wasn't even sure what she was doing, honestly.

Caelia wove through the throngs of people as best she could with her small stature. Her eyes were wide as she took it all in. The sounds, the sights, even the smells, it was all so new to her. She'd seen the ads for this day and figured well, why not give it a go? With so many people bound to be assisting, surely it couldn't be that hard...

Right?

She found herself directed towards a bunch of boxes that still needed to be put on wagons. Admittedly, she hesitated for a moment, as she didn't expect herself to be that helpful with heavy objects. She found one that looked to be mid-tier heavy, though, and lifted it with surprising ease!

"Look out, coming through!" she hollered. The box took up most of her vision, so she was forced to rely on memory as she wove back towards the wagons to try and help load.

It was highly likely she was going to run into at least some people on the way.

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (96) + 5 = 101
Fitness | Caelia Etterni | 550C1

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[Seigi Ling Ling]

220 / 220

No Member

Seigi couldn't remember the last time she had seen so many people at one place. Maybe back when she, together with Levi and Zeus, founded the Lion's Arms? The battle against Titanius? It all had been quite some time. So, in a way, this brought back both feelings of excitement, but also worry.

There was certainly the desire to help and make sure to keep the death count to zero as well still loving the action, but in a way she was also hoping to avoid confrontation with anyone she knew. Especially Levi (@Asch).

Right now was just... not a good time. "Yeah yeah they're all obviously pitying me, just shut up." She murmured to herself, sighing. Narrowing the hood part of her hoodie, the young heroine was now taking a look around her immediate surroundings. Helping preparations was sure to keep her mind busy, as she suddenly saw-

(@Caelia Etterni)
"Hey, careful!" Maybe, in another time-line, Seigi would have crashed with the moving stack of boxes that were carried by a small frame. But today, this was not the case! Gracefully side-stepping AND taking just a little load off the Faerin, so she could actually see where she was going. Potential crisis averted!

"Are you alright? That's quite the strength!" Seigi asked helping her, pretty much uninvited, carry the crates to the wagon now.

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (97) + 50 = 147
Awareness | Seigi Ling Ling | 550C1

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[Ash Vargold]

140 / 140

Unaffiliated

Ash shouldn't be here, he knows. He knows what this sort of 'expedition' might end in. He knows it will be dangerous, that he's risking death. But at the same time... he heard the chatter in Eastern Brisshal, newcomers recruiting newcomers to go try out the latest 'event'. And in the end, he couldn't just let them march blindly into something like this when he's got the experience to maybe keep a few of them from getting into trouble.

Most of his attention has been spent playing spotter for others - keeping an eye on others getting overloaded or overwhelmed. There's enough clashing personalities here that there's going to be conflict. It's what lets him notice the exchange between the ursine beastfolk and @Crimson Ruby, sending the overwhelmed woman into a slump. He frowns, then marches up to the larger man.

"Hey, you!" he shouts, startling the man. He puts a hand on his shoulder. "This is a group exercise - rein in that attitude a little, alright? Save the demoralizing for our enemies."

His smile could freeze a flame.

"Come on, they need help moving crates over there." He half leads, half drags the man away, shooting Ruby a more genuine smile as they pass.

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (93) + 30 = 123
Awareness | Ash Vargold | 550C1

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[Omega Redux]

100 / 100

Omega.

Omega didn't really particularly care for politics, factions, and whatever else the fancy people were scheming. But what she did care about was having fun, and some sort of 'big organized player event' thing sounded just like the kind of fun she was looking for!

Not to mention, it would certainly help her to get her name as Terrasphere's future Final Boss out and about. "OMEGA HAS ARRIVED!" She declared her arrival into the impressive Headquarters of the Whistles to nobody in particular. Of course, being small and silly, nobody really paid her attention except for a look or two.

But, that was fine. Omega wasn't THAT stupid. If she declared her plans for World Domination right here, right now, some self-righteous meanie would have maybe made sure to silence her before she could blossom!

Instead, Omega Redux walked around a bit before settling herself on a small crate and dangling her legs. There were LOTS of interesting shenanigans happening. For sure. And in a way, she wished she could split herself into many little Omegas. Alas, it was not yet time.

Instead, she simply had to decide where to mingle, until, suddenly- "Hey, missus." A faceless NPC called out to her. "No freeloading here, get packin'." - "No, YOU get packing!" She retorted, but still jumping off from her crate and instead deciding to impress.

"Well, well, watch the amazing Omega Redux at work then, nameless peon whose name Omega is not even gonna ask!" With these words, Omega gestured with her hands, conjuring some magical air to lift the crate and...

"BAAMM!!! Omega Slam!" Ram it, with way too uncontrolled speed, into one of the wagons. Damaging the crate in question and maybe something more. "You-!" Anger and regret showed on the faceless NPCs face.

"Yes, yes, quite fantastisch, this magic, isn't it?" Omega puffed out her chest, paired with a smug smile, quite proudly.

Rolls

Mastery Check
1d100 (2) + 10 = 12
Aeromancy | Omega Redux | 550C1

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[Seto Kurama]

190 / 190

Non-Affiliated

This was the second time now that he had been dragged into something he initially wanted nothing to do with but after he was reminded by a few inexperienced players that the encampment could have been overran by a hostile entities, he felt he had no choice but to investigate the matter, If only out of his obligation towards the country.

Upon his arrival and the chaos that was ensuing with all the preparation, he decided to chip in. With his mastery over speed and the strength he welded, he figured this wouldn't take as long. Using his mastery to hasten his step, he made his way quickly to the massive amount of crates and quickly began loading them to the nearby wagons to be later transported. A few minutes in and he would notice a familiar face, @Alonso Thorlion, lifting and loading crates him. Seeing the man work, a sudden grin came over him.

Heh, better move a little faster than that! Unless of course you want to be left behind!

He said teasing. This was certainly going to be the most boring aspect of this self volunteered assignment. He might as well get his fun while he could. After his outburst, he continue to gather a crate or two, and speed through the crowds with pinpoint accuracy, trying his hardest to get this finished. Hopefully he motivate Alonso to move just a bit faster. Nothing wrong with some friendly competition between comrades was there?

Rolls

Mastery Check
1d100 (48) + 25 = 73
Dynamism | Seto Kurama | 550C1

Current Contribution Count: 3,234
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[Blader X]

100 / 100

MIT Member - Fixer Rookie

"Shudder." Laylabelle audibly said aloud as she walked amongst the chaos. It was not the hussle and bustle that bothered her, she could take that in doses, but rather the people doing it. Specifically, when she'd requested some map data for the MIT caboose that she would help guide, the hollowed eyes the explorer's league members crouching in a circle smoking cigarettes and looked up at her like a pack of zombies. If their faces were any more shadowed by trauma they should be shadows themselves, and probably stab Gwyn...

"Ahahaha thanks~ same team right~ ? SAME SIDE ~ SAME SIDE ~ I'M NOT AN EXPLORER, OMG I AM SO SORRY~!"

In reality, they were probably trying to be nice, but Laylabelle was more than a little intimidated. Still, their maps were impeccable and Laylabelle told them that she would treasure the copies as she gave the MIT salute.

"I'll stay safe, you guys too! Let's all go for drinks after this! Eh? That's a bad omen? Death flag? Ahhhh sorry!"

We probably shouldn't tease the rookie too much... They surely thought. Because, shit, hahaha, we're all gonna die... They probably thought that too.

After reporting to Ordrung to discuss logistics, Laylabelle ran into her old-new master @Haru

"Oh yay~! Master~! Of course I'll come with you, and you HAVE to show me more spirit tricks. Sadly I can only still make my doggies. See?"

Laylabelle poofed up a Wolf-o-Wisp. It was just a small spirit wolf with the tail being a ghost's trail wispy one. "Booarf!"

"Easy boy, if you get excited you'll make a mess, I'll let you reunite with master sage later. So there you go Haru-haru. I've come a long, long zero way since we last met."

It was around then that a certain witch @Majolica passed by. Before she knew it, Laylabelle was waving back but, "Huh? Why am I crying...?" Suddenly, the spirit ranger just was, the tears ran down her cheeks... She had sensed something... a lab, a face, a group of friends she didn't know... she hadn't experienced any of it, and yet it was like a nostalgic dream...

Laylabelle watched the witch walk on down the streets of New York City Finweald and become lost in the fog of people.

Rolls

@Plutopia
Expertise Check
1d100 (12) + 30 = 42

Awareness | Laylabelle | 550C1

Surge Activated (+0 to a roll) | Laylabelle | 550C1

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[Bluebird]

130 / 130

Unaffiliated

Bluebird is entranced by the bustle of activity. The call and response of adventurers, the sound of horses and the magic flowing through the air. She can almost hear the song of the area, an echo of determination towards a common goal. But there are places where that song seems to falter, so she does what she does best.

She's found a place to stand, a little out of the way, but close enough for her voice to carry. And with magic to carry it forward, she sings.

Rolls

Shadows gather dark on the horizon,
Let us steel our hearts and souls to stem their tide

Hand in hand we ride forth to those far-off lands,
Trusting in the allies standing strong at our side

Look to the stars shining oh so bright
In our hearts we'll carry forth that light

It's hard to hear above the bustle, even with magic. But she puts her heart into it nonetheless, hoping that it will lift even one heart.

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (36) + 20 = 56
Presence | Bluebird | 550C1

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[Cynna]

100 / 100

Unaffiliated Member: "The Grumpy Party"

"It's noisy."

Cynna replied raising her tag and showing @Regan.

"I am going to find somewhere LESS noisy. But, yes, I respect their work ethic. As for feeling like we're part of something? We're not, so I'm not gonna make friends unless I have to. And that's that. Still. It'd be annoying to be a freeloader, so I will find some quiet work. Last note: I don't get lost, the world's just too stupid to get me where I'm going. Hmph."

Cynna took off in the opposite direction to find some quiet and see what help she could provide.

***

It was around then that Cynna found herself stuck. She had climbed up a stack of boxes for a better view and could no longer get down. So, she continued to sit there as she used her fire and ice magic to offer a nice little bit of humidity on the wind. She was basically a people mister. Nobody had noticed her stuck up there...

Help...

Her considerable pride wouldn't let her ask for that. Never. She'd rather die three times!

Help...

Cynna continued to spray mist.

Help me you idiots...

The boxes wobbled.

Uh oh.

But, a certain cloaked hero was unintentionally her hero. That cloaked hero was named @Seigi Ling Ling.

"I am alright, and YES, I know, my magic is VERY amazing AND elegant AND strong. THANK YOU FOR NOTICING. Now hurry up and get me down from here... please..."

It just so happened that the Magia Doll Mage thought The Great Hero was speaking to her from her perch still atop the boxes where nobody could see her diminutive form...

Rolls

@Plutopia
Normal Attack
1d100 (43) + 0 + 0 = 43
43 damage

Hydromancy | Cynna | 550C1

Current Contribution Count: 3,375

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[Ueno Mizuki]

180 / 180

Adventurer's Guild Member - Bronze

It was inevitable that, now that Travelers were returning to Terrasphere, strange things would happen once more. Even if it didn't seem like the Travelers were causing the events to occur, Mizuki would have been willing to bet money that somehow their presence would make things happen. And sure enough, now there was a call for all four factions to band together to seek out a camp in the Tangleweaves which had been abandoned after the inhabitants had all lost their minds and slaughtered one another.

Mizuki had considered ignoring the call and sticking to her own activities, but two things had changed her mind. The first was that ignoring these kinds of problems could quickly result in them becoming big problems: some kind of disease which inflicted madness was not something you wanted to leave festering, or whatever else it was that might have happened. The second one was that it'd probably be a good idea to have some veterans joining up, in case they encountered something dangerous. She might not be able to help cure a disease, but she could strike down anything which got in the way.

The huntress arrived at the mess that was the preparation for the expedition with two wolves following close behind her. To avoid trouble they remained inside of the wake that followed Mizuki as she made her way through the crowd, although the caenis had to shoot a glance at more than one person who made a fuss about her companions. Bring a dog and everyone thought it was cute and friendly: bring two wolves and they act like their children are in danger.

It looked like there was still a lot to do, so Mizuki headed for where other people were already busy preparing the horses who would assist the expedition by pulling carts and serving as mounts. They became uneasy at the approach of the three lupines, but Mizuki calmed them down as she transmitted a lack of hostile or predatory intent to them. She wasn't an expert on horses or barding, but at least she could make the beasts stay calm and cooperate as the other people did their work.

As she moved from horse to horse, ensuring each was compliant and docile, Mizuki noticed some familiar faces in the crowd. Quite a few familiar faces, in fact, but even more strangers. Some of them were newcomers, no doubt, but some of them must have been veterans she'd never really gotten acquainted with back then.

Rolls

@Wolfy
Mastery Check
1d100 (53) + 20 = 73

Beast Arts | Ueno Mizuki | 550C1

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[Athena]

110 / 110

The blindfolded woman hoisted the harness up in her arms, grunting with effort. The assortment of leather straps and metal fasteners was significantly heavier than she had expected. Still, she had made a personal challenge for herself to do this. The horse appeared as a blur of extremely hazy magic to her but even with the major impediment of her lacking sight she somehow managed to get the tangle of leather properly fastened around the beast. Anyone watching would no doubt be amazed at the miracle, but not more than Athena herself who started to have a little moment, pumping her fist in the air and exclaiming. "I was made for this shit!" She cleared her throat nervously a moment later, regaining her calm exterior. She yanked on the harness a few more times, making sure it was secure before breathing a sigh of relief.

Hopefully no one would ever expect her to do that again because in all honesty she had no clue how she had managed to do it so well in the first place. She turned around quickly, her work here done, before running face first into someone and tripping over her own sheathed sword.

Rolls

Mastery Check
1d100 (93) + 5 = 98
Hyper Sense | Athena | 550C1

Current Contribution Count: 3,546
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[Vina Skysong]

145 / 145

Lion Arms Member - Squire

Vina hummed to herself as she helped pack for the expedition. The silver-haired vulpis was situated with the provisions and equipment, making sure that all the right stuff was packed together. She didn't have the physique which would allow for her to easily carry large weights, as some of the other people present were doing, but her hands moved swiftly and with dexterity as she filled a sack with food suitable for a long journey before letting one of those strong people pick it up and carry it off to the wagons.

For the most part, she ignored the cacophony of all the other people around her busying themselves with the preparations as well, lost in her own little world as her humming somehow managed to drown out the din of the crowd. People around Vina would experience this as well, the world around them seemingly becoming less noisy as Vina's hum persistently suppressed everything else.

However, eventually the vixen ran out of stuff to sort, at which point she quickly stood up and walked over to where more provisions were stored. To her surprise the way was blocked by a wall of spears as a familiar figure was apparently busy counting everything.

Oh Cleo~!

Vina sang out as she watched @Cleo Looker use her magic to keep everyone else from interfering with her accounting. Her tail wagged behind her as she waved a hand in greeting once her friend looked around, smiling brightly before laughing.

I know it's busy out here, but I hope you won't mind letting me join you for a while~

Of course, once Cleo did create a gap through which Vina could enter the enclosed area she'd immediately close the distance and give her friend a hug.

So, you're joining the expedition as well~?

Rolls

@Wolfy
Expertise Check
1d100 (18) + 30 = 48

Knack | Vina Skysong | 550C1

Current Contribution Count: 3,594
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[Fina Drago]

140 / 140

Unaffiliated

Traveling to Finweald was… certainly an experience. 'What's even the point in this..?' Asking herself just that, Fina walked down the path leading by the first few houses. She could have just stayed in the first area she was already familiar with, and that would have been just fine, right? Yet, for some reason, she felt the nudge to go ahead and explore. At least this city… it was supposed to be the capital? Surely it had something to offer.

Sure enough, the further the feline went into the city, the more people she encountered. She expected the place to be lively, given its status, but… this was getting slightly extreme. Was there a party going on of some sort? No, even that wouldn't cut it. It must have been an event she hadn't heard of. Other MMOs had events on a large scale, so why wouldn't this one, right?

Though as the crowd grew larger and denser, the girl had trouble actually getting anywhere or figuring out what was going on. From what she could overhear, there was some kind of expedition being planned. Eh, surely it couldn't help to join an expedition? Especially if there were that many other people and players. Strength in numbers and all that. That said, it would be nice if she knew what exactly was going on.

Thankfully, she managed to find a stack of papers that seemed to contain quite a bit of info. 'Briefings? Let's see, let's see…' It seemed like a bunch of stuff about the various factions she has been learning about the past few days and what exactly they will be doing during this whole operation.

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (56) + 10 = 66

Knowledge | Fina Drago | 550C1

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[Hyakin Heliodoros]

130 / 130

Not-Yet-Affiliated

Having seen the flyers, in fact, having gotten one from an adorable short feline-character, Hyakin of course did get to the ‘Embertorch’. ...Getting there took more time than he expected, but at least he was here. On time. With many, many, many people milling around.

In fact, this was a place where in this game, he has seen the highest population. There was a crowd of various people, of various colours, builds and races. And equipment. His own seemed bit shabby, but it was the best he could do as a new player.

Hyakin was curious about ‘expedition’ and about the player-created factions. He asked around a bit and he was most interested in Lion Arms, with some interest towards Adventurer’s Guild and the Explorer’s League. But he was almost sure that he will try to join the Lion Arms. After all, he wanted to play as knight in shining armour!

He listened to the important people talking, noticing that he knew very little about the importance of this quest. Aside that it was apparently important, he did not really know or get why.

Still, he decided to make himself useful with his muscles and strength.

“Let me help!” Seeing someone struggling with barrels of.. Something, Hyakin walked towards and picked up the barrel, letting the person lead him towards a wagon. Then, he continued to help. A box here, a box there, picking up the legs of the horses to cheek the hooves.

“Anyone needs help carrying things?” He spoke loudly, trying to spot person in need and letting himself be visible as, well, pack-mule of sorts. He was enjoying it, this raw physical work-out, something hne could never even manage in real-life, was so easy, so fun here.

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (68) + 10 = 78
Fitness | Hyakin Heliodoros | 550C1

Current Contribution Count: 3,738
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[Ilusa Nakhalee]

160 / 160

Not-Affiliated

Ilusa had hoped; but this hope too has now withered like a plant without nourishment.

He was not here.

Astor was not here.

His absence gnawed at her, made her want to slump, but she did not let herself react like that. Maybe she will react about it later, or maybe when she will log off. The only thing holding her up, was the face that he was alive. One of the perks of him having been crowned a king; he had fame and that made information about him much easier to obtain than if he were just one of the normal players.

Still, this expedition might bear fruit; it was apparently an important expedition. Which was why she had time to take part in it. Ilusa, or rather the person behind the avatar, had cleared up her schedule. She was lucky enough to get away with it. And so she was somewhat prepared.

Somewhat.

Having been back in the game for only a short time there was only so much she could do to prepare. One of the things was upgrading and changing her armour and weapon, reshuffling items in her inventory. Another was diligently pouring over the texts and fiddling with magic; which of course was limited by the scarcity of the resource called energy. Filling her inventory with items that were useful, as much jerky as she could get, dried fruits and few waterskins full of clear, purified water.

Thus she came as prepared as she could be.

And yet, her spirit was not wholly in it. The disappointment of his absence cast a shadow over her heart. A shadow which affected her inwardly, making her helpful actions somewhat lacking. Oh, she helped; she created gentle light that illuminated paths, she healed small abrasions, she even infused Divine Magic into barrels with water, making the water crystal clear and able to stay that way for longer time. Something much needed for expeditions. She should be speaking with people, use her presence to help organise things and yet, she could not force herself to do so.

Not to mention how she was not interested currently in the recruitment drive happening. Perhaps later she will think about it.
But not right now.

Rolls

Mastery Check
1d100 (16) + 25 = 41
Divine Magic | Ilusa Nakhalee | 550C1

Current Contribution Count: 3,779
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[Brutus Dahlgren]

200 / 200

Unaffiliated

Brutus arrived slightly later than he would have liked, but he refused to arrive to a party empty handed. Over one shoulder he had a rather nice buck that he'd hunted down earlier, and in another arm a large bushel of herbs and plants he'd scrounged up in the forest. Some of it was medicinal, some of it was for eating. He found himself wandering around aimlessly, like a stranger at a party looking for where to set their bowl of potato salad, before finding a commissar to appropriate his rather strange offering. With that said, he went about looking for someone in particular.

@Corsair

He managed to find her working on some wagons, a little strange for her line of work, but nonetheless he was happy to see her.

"Yo! Glad to see you made it safely on your own!"

He couldn't help but notice the strangely eccentric @Schilva Flasch was out and about, along side the gigantic @Elizabeth Lixshine , the only woman who could look him in eye at eye level was working with some horses. @Alonso Thorlion who he'd met on a hunt was lingering around as well, if he'd missed anyone else it was likely due to the sheer size of the crowd. This was the largest group of players he'd ever seen in one place. This was going to be big, whatever it was, and it might just end up as a bloodbath if they weren't careful.

Rolls

22+35=57 Awareness | Brutus Dahlgren | 550C1

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[Pollux]

100 / 100

MIT Member

Pollux had been spending quite a bit of time in Astorea since joining the MIT of this world, So it would have been extraordinary for her to have not seen any of the flyers advertising the expedition. She knew she wouldn't be all that useful in an actual fight but maybe she could be helpful in a support role. Plus it might be an excellent chance to meet other players from MIT, possibly?

(@Caelia Etterni @Seigi Ling Ling)
As Pollux walked through camp she saw a small Faerin nearly bowl someone over while carrying way too many boxes. While the other person had taken some of the Faerin's load, she figured she could probably assist them a little more as it was still quite a bit of weight for the poor thing. Focusing on the boxes held by the two strangers, Pollux concentrated for a moment before speaking:

"LIGHTEN"

Infusing the boxes with Astramancy, Pollux reduced the gravitational pull imposed on the boxes, essentially reducing the weight without reducing the mass of the objects.

"Hopefully that helped a little, looked awfully heavy there!"

Rolls

Mastery Check
1d100 (87) + 5 = 92
Astramancy | Pollux | 550C1

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[Asher]

100 / 100

Unaffiliated

He didn't honestly know anything about the expedition.

A few Faerin had chatted him up about it, asked him to come along, and as soon as the group made it through the gates where everything was happening, he lost track of them. Maybe they had found some other friends to party up with. Maybe they had gotten pulled into some form of work. Who knew!

All he did know was this place was busy. A good busy. People moving things from place to place, sharpening weapons, hailing friends, talking, laughing, shouting. The air vibrated with excitement and it was contagious. He couldn't help smiling, and whenever someone nodded to him or lifted a hand in hello, he was immediately lifting one back or calling out a greeting.

But he didn't actually know anyone. Not that that mattered. Whatever was happening here was important and Asher loved being part of things that were important.

What wasn't so important? Probably loading up the wagons with these crates, heavy as they may have been. But he didn't mind assisting. It was why he had muscles to begin with.

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (45) + 0 = 45
Fitness | Asher | 550C1

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[Thousand Swords]

100 / 100

Unaffiliated

Thousand just wanted to visit town to get his swords fixed, and or see if there was some more cheap ones he could use. but then he got looped into this madness all because he tried to be helpful to a small person he had seen struggling with a box full of supplies. he offered to help them, and then people just started to assume he was there to help everyone and started to order him around leaving the poor Timid man to help to avoid shouting or the sort.

"Ok, that's the last for this cart can I go back to shopping now..."

His voice drowned out before he was handed another box of supplies and told where it needed to go and with a heavy internal sigh rushed off to deliver it and the same thing would keep happening to the poor man every time he tried to go back to what he was in town to do. People really annoyed him, game characters or real life they all just saw him as a tool to be used up until it broke...

"I swear when this is all done I'm staying out in the woods for the rest of the time I play this game... This is just to much like real life man... Cept instead of needy children it bossy adults... Least kids are nicer then these people..."

Grumbling to himself as he placed a box and was again handed another and told to go back to the other side of the area. His eyebrow twitching slightly before he would simply nod, return to a emotionless expression and rush off to do as he was told.

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (85) + 5 = 90
Fitness | Thousand swords | 550C1

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[Nyx]

130 / 130

Unaffiliated

She should've been watching where she was going. If only she hadn't been so preoccupied with the massive spectral Saint Bernard trailing after her with a little wagon attached to it, maybe she wouldn't have ran into...well, she didn't know who she ran into.

Either way, it hurt.

Triss bounces back after colliding with the other woman, the force enough to land her on her ass with a hiss of pain. Honestly, the hiss was more from surprise than actual pain, but she wasn't splitting hairs.

"Sorry!" she says, one eye pinched closed while the other looks at the woman sitting on the ground with her. The Saint Bernard stands between the, glancing from Triss to Athena and back again, the tail wagging quickly back and forth, the attached wagon trembling from the force of the butt shakes.

"I ain't be watching where we was going," she continues, slowly standing and extending a hand to help the other woman up. "Do ya be knowing where da medical tents may be? Or do ya knowing anyone who be making bandages? We got dis little wagon full of cloth dat be needing ta be made into bandages for da expedition and I ain't got a clue where ta go."

@Athena

Rolls

Mastery Check
1d100 (57) + 15 = 72
Spirit Magic | Trissayne Lavelle | 550C1

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[Ludmilla Orphys]

130 / 130

Unaffiliated

All things considered, Ludmilla was a bit late to the party. By the time she showed up at the Embertorch, expecting something of a relatively small congregation, the initially bustling crowd was now the size of a small army.

Musing darkly on the nature of this recruitment drive, Ludmilla privately wondered if the strategy of the faction leaders behind this event was to employ humanoid wave tactics against whatever foe or danger they were preparing to confront. It's certainly the impression that most of the gathered rabble would have, save for a few exceptional individuals that she can tell are different, even at distant first glance.

Making sure to avoid the attention of those distinguished individuals, owing to her own admittedly lacking skills and stripling development, Ludmilla makes herself useful by quietly blending in with other Faerin adventurers, saying little and smiling much.

While internally feeling as awkward and conspicuous as a sore thumb, Ludmilla quells her anxiety and pretends to herself that there is no sinister secret that she has to hide. There is no ulterior motive to her joining this expedition. She's just another Faerin bustling around and looking cute for the constant glare of others around her, putting them at ease when they look away.

Behind her bright eyes and innocent-enough smile, though, machinations continue spinning in place. There are faces she will remember, and other she may well forget.

When danger looms, I wonder who will die first?

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Mastery Check
1d100 (41) + 5 = 46
Astramancy | Ludmilla Orphys | 550C1

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