Complete Main Story (Story Event) Red Fever

[Fiora Di Angelo]

120 / 130

She couldn't tell what's worse. To have herself stuck in this wagon for five days like they were actually a militia of some sort, or that she is sharing the same space in this world as the blonde who days ago made a mess of all her precious work. Even now that there is little to do but to stare at eachother's faces and act like they care Fiora holds the kind of dead eye fixated on @Zelrius. At least for as long as that lasted and the fun begun-

Once she noticed him stand back up with the clear intentions to slice & dice around, she pointed a finger out at him. "Break a leg, but not a table one this time around can you?!" She shouted, a bit of extra venom before his departure, like one big slap on the back. And then it went straight to @Sol , the one she actually had some slight semblance of positive thought towards, albeit concern painted her in a vivid red, as vivid as the blood of self-inflicted wounds. She felt the need to step in at that point, holding herself back if only when a crimson amalgam formed into a scythe. "Safe flight, Scarlet Witch." She gave her a quick salute, fingers against her forehead then back at her, right before she nyooom'd away.

And what did she got? Yes, psychic damage from all the panic surging on the wagon. If they left her in charge of this mess, then they were smart to do so before she noticed. It's almost like a bunch of headless chickens that know what's coming and yet can't get to accept it. So instead, she decided to do what she knew best.

Be loud as fuck.

"YOU, THE GUY WITH THE DRESS, YOU TOTALLY KNOW MAGIC, SO GET YOUR ASS ON THE FRONT, SHOOT SOME SPELLS OR HELP OUT WITH THE HORSES - BIG GIRL OVER THERE, GRAB A PLANK, SOME NAILS, A HAMMER, AND START PATCHING THINGS UP, AND YOU ALL BETTER GET A MOVE ON BECAUSE I DON'T NEED MARTIAL ARTS TO KICK YOUR ASSES OUT OF THIS WAGON!"

Amist it all, a loud boom left her ears ringing for a moment as @Seto Kurama begun to shoot out lightning across the tip of his fingers. A good way to get her attention, and everyone else's as he begun to shout out orders

"THAT'S MY JOB, BLUEBERRY! FOCUS ON YOUR PEASHOOTERS, I'LL HANDLE THE BABYSITTING."

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (69) + 5 + 25 = 99

Presence | Fiora Di Angelo | 550C2

Combat: 1416/4000
Maintenance: 920/2500
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[Bradwynne]

155 / 180

Lion Arms Member (Squire)
-25 HP from Combating

After that invitation to spar with @Sean Poteitoku, Bradwynne found himself within the caravan bound for the area where their assistance was needed. The disappearance of various members of the Explorer's League was a scenario he could never ignore, even though he had a predicament that he had only one life to spare. There's something strange going on, and if this situation can help him dig deeper into the mysteries of this world, to help save more people, he would be glad to risk his life for it. Although, he would never ignore if the people around him would beg him to leave immediately, he would actually go away if he was in a grave predicament and no revivification would save him if he still pushed through.

As Bradwynne was pondering on these thoughts, he then heard something stampeding from all sides. He then instantly jumped from the wagon that he was riding in and then drew his ootachi. But then, suddenly behind him, he then heard a crash, and as he glanced from behind him, he then found a caravan crushed beneath the weight of a particularly plump myconid, and everyone in that caravan were stuck beneath the crushed remains. And among those people were @Blank, who he had severely detested. This woman was the cause of a lot of murder of innocent people that he had witnessed, and many more that he might not have even seen. Why in all the heavens would he help her? But there were also other people in the caravan that needed his help. Should he not heal all of them just because he thought that a single one did not deserve it?

The answer for him was simple enough. He then transformed into his angelic form, flew at the middle of those who had been injured and the giant myconid, and then healed all of them, including the person he detested the most, while bracing for an impact from the prospective attack of the gigantic fungus.

Rolls

Heal (AoE)
1d20 (20) + 25 + 15 + 15 = 25 (Total divided by 3)
+25 HP to 3 targets (@Elizabeth Lixshine, @Blank, @Moonsong)
Divine Magic | Bradwynne | 550C2

Combat: 1416/4000
Maintenance: 920/2500
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[Ueno Mizuki]

155 / 180

Adventurer's Guild Member - Bronze
-25 HP from Combating

It took Mizuki a minute because she had to convince her packmates to join everyone on the wagons. As one might expect, wolves didn't care much for wooden boxes on wheels. Eventually, they gave in, curling around Mizuki as the three of them settled in.

It was times like these that Mizuki kind of wished that she didn't need to worry about life on Earth when she was busy with something in Arcia which took longer than a day. Logging out just felt wrong.

Throughout the journey she and her wolves would occasionally jump off the wagon to run alongside it instead, Mizuki adopting her own wolf form in the process. Even if her pack was willing to join her on the wagon, they still needed the opportunity to stretch their legs.

Things had been peaceful until Mizuki's nose twitched and her eyes sharpened, catching a distinct scent which made her hackles rise.

Myconids incoming!

No sooner had she said that than an explosion forced the wagons to divert from their straight path, and then the mushrooms came. Strange creatures, to be sure, and Mizuki didn't care for them: no flesh, no blood. Her packmates growled as they stood up, their fur bristling as Mizuki looked outside of the wagon.

It looked like @Zelrius and @Alonso Thorlion were already setting a good example together with several others, so Mizuki would join them. Her form quickly changed as fur covered her frame while her clothes melted away, a dire wolf joining the two other wolves who were already prepared to strike. Lifting their heads the three wolves howled in unison, a short but passionate cry.

The hunt was on.

While Alonso took on the main force of mushrooms Mizuki's pack would run alongside the caravan as it tried to escape the combat zone. The first mushroom that got too close was tackled and pinned down by the two smaller wolves, only for Mizuki herself to pounce and tear it apart with her fangs. No time to relish the kill, more myconids were coming in hot.

Together the three wolves guarded the wagons, ripping into any myconid that got within their way. Mizuki just hoped the other combatants remembered that the point was to get away, not to wipe the myconids out. If they lagged too far behind they wouldn't be able to catch up.

Rolls

Mastery Check
1d100 (16) + 25 + 15 = 56 (DC)

Nature Magic | Ueno Mizuki | 550C2 | Mushroom Detection
Success!
Normal Attack
1d100 (97) + 25 + 15 + 20 + 15 = 172
172 damage

Martial Arts | Ueno Mizuki | 550C2

Combat: 1588/4000
Maintenance: 920/2500
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[Matilda]

120 / 145

Unaffiliated
-25 HP from Combating

Cloaked in black as to conceal her identity, Majolica sat aboard one of the wagons as it carried her off towards the expedition's destination.

Hehehe... I'll have to wait for the right time to reveal myself. It will have to be when everyone's down on their luck and they're not sure if they're going to win, then I appear, hehe! And everyone looks at me and says it's her! The Grand Witch! It's Majolica! She's come to save us! The dark hero! And then I use my magic to save them and vanish again into the darkness! Hehehe, it's perfect!

Having felt like, other than a few notable people, the world had forgotten her Majolica had cooked up quite the scheme to make her debut back in the Terrasphere world. As she imagined her plan unfolding, a sudden commotion made the little witch stand up with a jolt.

"Hehehe we're being attacked. It's time for action!"

Hopping out of the wagon, Majolica took in the scene.

It's not the right time yet. I'll stay hidden, but I'll still help, hehe.

Watching as a group of the living mushroom enemies charged, Majolica held out her hand. Black and purple fire accumulated into a tight but small unstable ball. Blowing on the ball of magic, the projectile whisked away towards a group of enemies. When it reached them, the magic detonated in a fury of witch fire.

"Hehehe... still got it."

Rolls

@Malzel
Normal Attack
1d100 (27) + 25 + 20 + 25 + 15 = 112
112 damage

Dark Magic | Majolica | 550C2

Combat: 1700/4000
Maintenance: 920/2500
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[Tristaria]

165 / 190

Lifelong member of the Stay At Home Faction

Tris was horribly bored. She’d been logged onto this wagon, sitting here for hours while nothing happened. She almost wished for—

The wagon shook beneath her as a fungal bomb exploded.

—wished for something like that. Finally! She showed her enthusiasm by not showing any enthusiasm at all, wandering out of the wagon to take a look at all the action. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as one of the wagons was left stranded by a massive shroom beast.

At once, Tristaria was surrounded by a dozen magitech drones, awaiting her orders.

Go help.

She need not say more. At once, the drones understood their role and flew off into the distance. Noticing an angel (@Bradwynne) who seemed to already be doing their job quite well, the drones began to latch on like a makeshift power-suit, boosting his magic power massively.

…and one of them, still acting on Tristaria’s last order, zapped him on the shoulder a few times.

Rolls

Heal (AoE)
1d20 (13) + 20 + 5 + 20 + 20 + 15 = 31 (Total divided by 3)
Coordinate with @Bradwynne

+31 HP to 3 targets
@Elizabeth Lixshine @Moonsong @Blank
Summon | Tristaria | 550C2

Combat: 1700/4000
Maintenance: 920/2500
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[Gutsy Ironvolt]

105 / 130

MIT Hopeful
-25 HP from Combating

"WAAAAAAAAAARRRRRR!"

Flying above one of the wagons Regan roared, her voice cutting through the chaotic sounds of battle. Surely if anyone hadn't noticed that the expedition was being attacked they now would.

HAHAHA! I KNEW COMING ON THIS EXCURSION WOULDN'T BE A WASTE OF TIME! NOW LET'S GET DOWN TO BUSINESS! AH... BUT FIRST...

"YOU! YOU'RE MIT AREN'T YOU?!"

Regan flew down close to a Lander and that seemed to be reeling with all the chaos.

"GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER, YOU'RE EMBARRASSING US! THE LIONS ARE ALREADY OUT THERE! YOU'RE A RESEARCHER, RIGHT? WELL, HOW ABOUT YOU RESEARCH HOW MANY BOMBS IT TAKES TO BLOW UP A MUSHROOM MAN! FIELD RESEARCH IS ONE OF OUR SPECIALTIES ISN'T IT?! WELL THEN LET'S GET DOWN TO SOME PRACTICAL APPLICATION! HAHAHAHA! "

The Lander seemed emboldened by Regan's words and grabbed a box of magitech grenades nodding as though they were ready.

"GOOD! NOW WE'RE TALKING!"

Turning to the other MIT members, Regan shouted.

"WE'RE ALL ABOUT PROGRESS ARE WE NOT? THEN LET'S PROGRESS RIGHT THROUGH THE CORPSES OF THESE MUSHROOMS! I'LL TAKE THE LEAD!"

Having felt as though she had rallied MIT's forces, Regan quickly turned to @Cynna whom she had been riding with.

"Watch my back, same plan as usual. I massacre, you provide support fire."

Gaining altitude again, Regan held out her hand.

"CARMILLA!"

A sword with a blade of pure flowing blood formed in her open hand. Unsheathing her saber, Regan readied herself to attack.

"YOU BETTER KEEP A SEAT WARM FOR ME ON THAT COUNCIL, ORDNUNG! HAHAHA! LET'S GO!'

Flying into the fray like a woman possessed, Regan dove into a crowd of mushroom men impaling two of them as she landed with each of her swords.

"COME ON!" Issuing her challenge, Regan surged forward, a storm of blood and blade cutting and slashing as she went.

"IT'S TOO EASY! MORE! BRING. ME. MORE!!! HAHAHAHA!"

Rolls

@Malzel
Normal Attack
1d100 (30) + 10 + 0 + 15 + 15 = 70
70 damage

Hemomancy | Regan | 550C2

Combat: 1770/4000
Maintenance: 920/2500
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[Madison Mortiere]

135 / 160

Unaffiliated

Madison had just fallen into her traveling routine of hydrating and reading a trashy copper novel when the attack happened.

Well, if the forest hadn't hemorrhaged fungus monsters first, then Regan's vampire-viking-by-way-of-Zeus-("Oh non!" variant) boisterous battle quotes certainly alerted the gunslinger that it was time to cast Bulletaga over and over until the problem stopped.

One of the bastards got a healthy little nibble on her calf before she could make it to the safety of one of the wagons. Next to her, @Trissayne Lavelle was furiously working to repair some of the damage. "Ma'am," she said, doing her best not to afflict a proper yeehaw drawl, "Sorry that it's--"

A pang of familiarity slapped her in the face. She stared at the woman for a moment longer than she should have. Do I... Do I know you? No. No, that can't be possible.

Questions for a later time.

"It's gonna' get loud here for a moment," Madison said, gritting her teeth and pulling out her revolvers. She blinked on Deadeye; and her vision was immediately swarmed with red splotches for the mycolings attacking the caravan and the blue outlines of her companions defending themselves. Taking aim at the nearest fungus creature, she pulled the triggers one after the other.

Rolls

Sneak Attack
1d100 (93) + 25 + 15 + 15 + 15 + 30 = 193
193 damage
Sneak Attack successful! 30 damage added
Ranged Weapons | Madison Freebird | 550C2

Combat: 1963/4000
Maintenance: 920/2500
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[Cleo Looker]

135 / 160

Lion Arms (Squire)
-25 HP from Combating

It looked her like reunion with @Vina Skysong was going to be cut short by the arrival of threats, as chaos erupted all around them. It occurred to Cleo pretty much instantly that she would be absolutely useless at trying to repair anything or rescue anybody, given her skillset, so all she could really do was engage the threat to protect the people that were actually capable of doing more to help. That included keeping the creatures off of Vina as the woman did her best to help rescue the ones in serious danger.

She quickly found herself clutching two spears, both hefted over her shoulder with the tips pointed outwards, eyes flicking through the carnage to spot her targets, before with a heft of her arms, the spears were launched at the mushrooms she'd chosen to target. Before the spears had even hit their targets, two more had appeared in her hands, the agent turning to look for more targets to leave impaled to the floor by rapidly disintegrating arcane spears.

Rolls

1d100 (52) + 20 + 10 + 15 = 97
97 damage
Ranged Weapons | Cleo Looker | 550C2

Combat: 2060/4000
Maintenance: 920/2500
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[Asher]

75 / 100

Unaffiliated
-25 HP from Combat

There's a certain...sensation...that ripples through him over the next few days as the expedition continues to make its way. Seeing those with the ability to log out and log back in feels like a sharp pain tackling his breastbone, gnawing and sucking on the marrow until it's a constant ache with no relief. Unconsciously, he finds himself rubbing the spot, the pressure of his fingers against his leather armor doing little to soothe the imagined wound. Four years was more than enough time to come to terms with what happened…

Thankfully he cannot dwell on this imagined pain for long. @Alonso Thorlion shouting is more than enough to wake him from the mini-nap that had been tugging at him. He wasn't nearly as rested as he should be, especially going into combat as he was likely to do. And, sticking his head out of the wagon and seeing the attacking forces, a manic grin splits his face and he leaps off with a wild abandon born of someone who does not care.

Or, is...mildly insane.

His keen hearing picks up @Regan's battle cry as well and it only powers him on, his unarmed attacks against the mushroom people doing everything they can to protect the rest of the caravan from their attacks.

Rolls

Steady Attack
6d20 exploding (15 + 20 + 17 + 12 + 17 + 5 + 7) + 0 + 0 + 15 = 108
108 damage
Guard Arts | Asher | 550C2

Combat: 2168/4000
Maintenance: 920/2500
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[Selene]

150 / 160

Unaffiliated
-10 HP from Maintaining

A hand placed on Mio's back, trying to comfort @Mio Ban as she noticed the woman about to slip into some sort of panic, though Selene couldn't tear her own eyes away from the broken cart. She was really glad that she wasn't a part of that whole mess, even if she was tangentially involved. Mio definitely raised an excellent point, though. There were enough fighters already. "You've got a point. Let's just see what we can do to help everybody else out."

Though saying that, her own skillset wasn't exactly suited for repair or as versatile as Mio's was, she did have an ability she hardly ever used. It seemed that this would be the perfect time for it, if there ever was one. Using spirits as essentially fuel and ammunition worked great in combat, but right now, she needed the spirits to actually work for her. They didn't have to do much. Just enough.

"Please Spirits, go forth and offer succor." She crouched low, hands clasped together almost as if she were in prayer, before manifesting many hazy, blue orbs, that began to float around the battlefield. Fighters would feel hands against their backs, urging them forwards, whilst those in need of aid would find themselves being tugged in the direction of safety.

Rolls

Mastery Check
1d100 (88) + 10 + 15 = 113
Spirit Magic | Selene | 550C2

Combat: 2168/4000
Maintenance: 1033/2500
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[Nyx]

120 / 130

Unaffiliated
-10 HP from Maintaining

She waits until @Hayate is once more inside the wagon and sitting comfortably before she swipes at the charm hanging off his belt.

"Ya don't just be taking dese from any-old-body dat be giving dem out! All da bad juju ya gonna be getting from touching dese tings." She clicks her tongue and shakes her head, a grisly frown aimed in his direction before she chucks said fetish out the window. The broken window, mind you.

As @Madison Freebird settles down next to her, Triss nods in reply, an odd feeling of deja vu overcoming her. Her mouth opens, her index finger lifts, and she prepares to ask something, or say something, when the woman turns and begins shooting at the encroaching army. The spirit-mancer instead goes to cover her ears.

God, there was so much shit going on! Talk about over-stimulation.

Nevertheless, once Madison takes a breather (or her gun runs out of bullets, Triss isn't really sure which one actually comes first), she peeks through the hole. Flickering aspects of these things…souls? danced in the distance and with a sigil drawn in the air a muttered command beneath her breath, some of those lights attach to the wagons and patch up what holes and imperfections she can.

Rolls

Mastery Check
1d100 (15) + 15 + 25 = 55
Spirit Magic | Trissayne Lavelle | 550c2

Combat: 2168/4000
Maintenance: 1088/2500
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[Ayna Nietzsche]

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95 / 120

Unaffiliated
-25 HP from Combating

Kamala's call to action was enough to spur Ayna into, well, action. Brandishing Calamity's Light, her preferred weapon for violence, a naginata fused with a guandao, the Beastfolk was more than ready to go to war. In fact, she had been itching to go to war. The explosions and the screaming in the background both did not faze her. Not one bit. This is what Ayna lived for. At least in this world, that was true.

"On it, @Kamala Graham! @Pete Simpson, to me!"

She called out to her closest allies, not even waiting for them to respond. Ayna hated waiting. She was a woman of action, not a woman of, well, waiting. As soon as Pete started blasting, Ayna gripped her polearm tightly, charging it with her lightning magic. Aeromancy was so flexible, and Ayna capitalized on that. Soon, she was stabbing the mushrooms that tried to chuck themselves at their wagon away. It would be a cold day in hell before Ayna would let these stinky vegetables get close to her.

"DON'T LET THEM BOARD THE WAGONS! THERE CAN BE NO FUNGUS AMONG US!"

Rolls

Normal Attack
1d100 (24) + 10 + 10 + 15 = 59
59 damage

Combat: 2,227/4000
Maintenance: 1,088/2500
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[Hanasakura Okami]

90 / 100

Lion Arms Member (Squire)
-10HP from Maintaining

Okami knew what it was like to wake up to sudden chaos. The sudden scramble of people as they try to pick what they can and who they can in order to escape disaster. However, this was not real life. Okami knew that whatever she just logged back onto, it was a mess of issues at first sight. The noise of metal, magic and whatever inbetween hurts her brain as she assimilated to Terrasphere once again.

Picking her blade up, she peers out the wagon only to watch the one @Elizabeth Lixshine @Moonsong and @Blank meet an unfortunate circumstance. Mushrooms, big and ugly and clearly out for whatever is with the horses, just ravaged whatever they could get their mycelium on. Okami quickly slashes the white dry tentacles that these mushrooms tried to use to grab hold of the one she had been on. She must have gotten on late, because whoever was with her had either jumped off to fend off the aggressors or moved to other wagons to help keep them moving along. Whatever it was, Okami was the only left on hers, and she watches people after people do what they did to contribute.

"For the Lion's Pride!" Okami cries out, remembering her Captain's joke, joining in the chorus of battle cries like those of @Regan and @Alonso Thorlion. Brandishing her blade, she fends off the flying bombers from touching her wagon. One less wagon the group needs to worry about the faster they can move out of this hell hole. Slice after slice and she begun to realize the blood that splattered over her body begun to sting. The adrenaline was keeping her mind off the pain but any moment of rest reminded her of it. Regardless, she powers through, determined to make sure that the wagons can keep moving forward through the chaos.

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (51) + 5 + 10 + 15 = 81
Fitness | Hanasakura Okami | 550C2

Combat: 2227/4000
Maintenance: 1169/2500
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[Corsair]

105 / 130

Unaffiliated
-25 HP from Combating

The air was filled with spores. Corsair could feel them clogging her lungs like dust in a computer fan. Her temperature rose, filtration systems working to remove the thickened air from her insides. "This place is far from ideal," she said to @Brutus Dahlgren and @Hanno Futaba, voice deepened from the spores.

The forest was dim, like the underside of a log, and as they trundled along in the shade of the thick trees a horrid buzzing rose like a lobbed hornets nest. It arced towards them and slammed into one of the leading wagons, obliterating it and sending a cloud of insects swarming around the horses. They sucked it dry in an instant, leaving only loose skin over brittle bones.

Corsair stood up, grabbing the side of the wagon as she tried to get a better look. Warrior. Real warriors, were already clashing with the cloud, slashing the insects into bloody bits.

But the ambush wasn't over yet. A huge mushroom man burst from the ground, knocking over the cart beside theirs. Corsair cried out, and as others set about pulling the occupants out of the wrecking and subduing the myconid she send in Sam and Fujitsu. The pair of magitech constructs crawled over @Elizabeth Lixshine @Blank and @Moonsong. Sam the frog healed their wounds with his kind slime, and Fujitsu the spider wound her silk around the more prominent injuries, shoring up any brittled bones.

Rolls

Heal (AoE): 1d20 (1) + 15 + 15 + 15 = 16 (Total divided by 3)+16 HP to 3 targets
@Elizabeth Lixshine @Blank @Moonsong
Magitech | Corsair | 550C2

Combat: 2227/4000
Maintenance: 1169/2500
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[Essence]

90 / 100

Unaffiliated
-10 HP from Maintaining

Essence stood aside - watching the event go on as if it were a free theater show - as players more suited to action drew their weapons and attacked the fungi. Enveloped in the bleakness of chaos, Essence parted from her body in a way she did all too often. What brought the Elf back from her comforting dissociation was @Sumire's warm presence. Essence quickly caught onto the Magia handing out charms to panicked players. In a moment of chaos, where Essence dissociated to feel better, here, a girl who appeared much shorter and smaller than her was acting collected and cool and taking charge of the moment in the best way possible given the circumstances. Realization hit: she was in Terrasphere! She could dance and sing to rally a crowd or use magical powers to save the day. There wasn't an in-game need for her to hide from her father's drunken rage or school-related stresses. Channeling the skills of an actress who has spent her whole life training, Essence effortlessly drew up a sweat and a tear or two. Shivering, cowering, closing in on herself, she merged into the crowd of panicked newcomers. And she felt comfortable taking a charm from the Magia who seemed to notice that she "needed" help, too. Really, Essence just wanted the warmth of the charm, and to interact with Sumire.

"Cute hair! We are twinning! Like, ohmigosh thank you so much... I felt really alone until you came around." The last part wasn't particularly a part of Essence's act, she always felt alone, but the Elf played her emotions up ten-fold for dramatic effect.

Slipping the charm somewhere safe, Essence decided that she should do something to contribute to the group. Because that's what everyone else was doing, obviously, and the expedition (AKA her fun) could end early if she continued to sit around. Overhearing @Mio Ban and @Selene, Essence decided that maintenance would be the way to go. Temporarily, however, her eyes were drawn to Selene's spirit orbs.

"Those are so cool!" Essence jumped in excitement and awe, complimenting Selene's aid, before moving on to the wagon closest to the front of the formation.

With a deep breath, she grounded herself to connect to the Earth. For as long as she could muster, the difficult terrains the horses and wagons were mercilessly beaten by lost their roughness, shifting into smoother pathways. Though she couldn't manipulate the jungle surrounding the expedition group, Essence found a way to manipulate the Earth to their advantage.

Rolls

Mastery Check
1d100 (72) + 0 + 25 = 97

Geomancy | Essence | 550C2

Combat: 2,227/4000
Maintenance: 1,266/2500
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[Lune]

145 / 155

Adventurer's Guild Member - Silver Rank
-10 HP from Maintenance

All wagons have departed. To avoid wasting energy (and because she has a day job) Moonsong logged out and promised to log back in at night. Of course, it was very surprising when she logged back in, the expedition team were already shouting left and right about an attack by shroom peoples. She stood in the back, conjuring greatswords to block attacks while armoring the wagon itself with arcane plates.

Suddenly, a gigantic myconid burst through the ground. "It's coming for us. Go!" She shouted to the wagon driver. But something was wrong with the horse; it couldn't run as fast as the other ones. The big mushroom goes into a full sprint and she cursed as it rammed into them.

"Shit."

Caught up without sufficient defense, the wagon was instantly destroyed, sending multiple passengers flying onto the ground. The impact damage was so painful, that she had to check herself that she wasn't playing with realistic pain settings. "Ow." The myconid was almost catching up to the survivors of the wreckage, but @Vina Skysong and @Ru Ning worked together and secured them swiftly, by lifting them up into the air and grabbing all of the survivors with a pair of spectral hands.

Moonsong was dropped off on Ru's wagon. Recognizing the beastfolk from the beginner dungeon, she responded with a laugh. "What can I say? I'm a piece of bad luck." She looked at the other survivors of the wagon, particularly @Blank and @Elizabeth Lixshine. "Are you okay?"

An armored, angelic figure appeared in the sky, as @Bradwynne is healing them with holy energy empowered by @Tristaria's drones. A pair of @Corsair magitech constructs have also climbed their wagon, administering first aid. "Thanks."

Rolls

Mastery Check
1d100 (67) + 10 + 25 = 102

Arcanamancy | Moonsong | 550C2

Combat: 2,227/4000
Maintenance: 1,368/2500
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[Magdalyn]

135 / 160

Unaffiliated
-25 HP from Combating

Lena Rose loved many things. Her family, her handful of friends, lilacs, thunderstorms, pink lemonade, the way the cold air feels when you pull back the curtain after a hot shower. She loved the color purple, and Nic Cage movies, and jokes about George Washington. Above all else, she loved horses. Therefore, it was easy to understand why the one thing she hated, more than anything, was when bad things happened to said horses. More than liars, cheaters, when you get a little bit of popcorn stuck under your gum - she hated to see horses in pain. It didn’t matter if it was real or fictional - Artax, for example, deserved the whole damn world. Horses were off-limits. Horses were sacred.

So when the behemoth Myconid burst into existence, and bowled over that pretty little pony like a high school linebacker, something in Magdalyn simply… snapped.

“The horse?” she bellowed, vaulting herself out of the wagon with “a woman-scorned” level of speed. Her eyes, usually the pleasant yellow and purple of spring pansies, blazed instead with summer heat. As long strides carried her toward the nearest enemy, she effortlessly tugged the empty sword hilt from her belt loop. The jury was still out on whether or not she would be successful in actually using it. Mags had practiced a few times, but with limited success, having assured herself she could always fall back on standard magic. Now, though? She needed to slash the ever-loving shit out of something.

She inhaled deeply, feeling the magic gather in her swelling chest. It warmed her to her core, like drinking hot chocolate on a frigid winter evening. She envisioned the spark gathered there, then blew out a slow, measured breath. The spark, initially white-hot, cooled to a deep, vibrant cerulean. Then it slowly moved across her chest, down her arm, through her fingers, and into the hilt she continued to white-knuckle.

A distant part of her registered surprise as the jagged ice blade erupted from the ornate handle. The rest of her, however, leaned into the hot rage that foiled deliciously with her cold weapon. “You just couldn’t leave the horse alone.” She felt not an ounce of pity when she finally gave the Myconid a taste of her bloodlust.

Rolls

Steady Attack
6d20 exploding (16 + 5 + 15 + 6 + 5 + 8) + 15 + 15 + 25 + 15 = 125
125 damage
Hydromancy | Magdalyn | 550c2

Combat: 2352/4000
Maintenance: 1368/2500
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[Theria]

90 / 100

Unaffiliated
-10 HP from Maintaining

Traveling in a caravan was actually something Theria had never experienced before. Just walking standing guard and chatting was novel during her time in Terrasphere. The trees provided nice shade and the breeze was refreshing. During breaks, Theria had occupied her time feeding the horses. Which made it feel awful when the myconids started forcing the animals to their limits.

The explosion of dirt and spore was alarming to say the least. As this was the first time Theria saw the myconids, she didn't really know what to think, but the moment one started sprinting, Theria almost laughed at how it was running. The moment it exploded sending a wagon in 5 different directions killed the mood.

"Oh my, Oh gosh" Theria exclaimed Seeing the sheer number of people fighting was boggling Theria's mind. Seeing the destroyed wagon, Theria decided to start picking up the scattered boxes and bringing them over to the other wagons.

Upon her third trip, an explosion rang out nearby which sent Theria tumbling head over heels coughing up a storm. Eventually she came to a stop in front of @Moonsong,@Blank and @Elizabeth Lixshine. "Where am I?" asked Theria.

Rolls

Mastery Check
1d100 (44) + 5 + 15 + 10 = 74

Chronomancy | Theria | 550C2

Combat: 2352/4000
Maintenance: 1442/2500
Theria

 

[Toko]

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115 / 140

Adventurers Guild - Gold Rank
-25 HP from Combating

"Ah, Frey-kun, arigatoo!"

She had been thankful for the assist from her faerin friend, and soon enough the preparations had been completed. The following days had been relatively uneventful, and the Lepus had opted to remain in-game for most of the time. She had been particularly comfy inside one of the wagons, almost drifting into a nap besides @Frey Elzeiros, when an odd scent invaded her nostrils.

"Nante hen'na nioi... uwaaah!"

However before the Lepus could piece the puzzle together it seemed all mayhem had decided to break lose around the large group. A familiar growl caused Toko to look just in time as the familiar shape of @Alonso Thorlion streaked by, while not far from view the loud KA-BOOOM from a cannon turned out to come from none other than @Brutus Dahlgren. Determined to get a better vantage point the beastwoman was quick to climb up the backside of the wagon and onto its roof, just in time to see a Myconids tore through one of the horses and the wagon and its contents (including the people in it) were tossed onto the road.

Those near were quick on the rescue however, which was a godsend considering Toko had just spotted another incoming pod... this one aimed straight for the wagon she and others rode in. "Get ready to catch me, Frey-kun!" It was all the warning the Lepus afforded her faerin friend before she stood her ground on the roof of the caravan, gathering a large amount of pure forceful energy in preparation to intercept the incoming object.

"Find somewhere else to explode your shit on, shrooms!"

The martial energy was focused onto her right foot as Toko performed a spinning back roundkick when the pod got into stricking distance. The force was enough to knock it away and to the side, causing the membrane to tear open as the contents stained the Lepus and the roof of the wagon, but it also sent the now immobilized Toko careening backwards as a result.

Rolls

Heavy Attack
1d100 (35) + 20 + 10 + 15 + 20 = 100
You cannot move this cycle.
Martial Arts | Toko | 550C2

Combat: 2452/4000
Maintenance: 1442/2500

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[Blader X]

90 / 100

MIT Member - Fixer Rookie
-10 HP Maintenance Work

"Something's off, but I don't know what..."

Laylabelle had been moving from MIT wagon to MIT wagon monitoring things. She was more or less working overtime, considering that in real life, she worked as a Park Ranger.

Now, that expertise was telling her something. So, Laylabelle was getting the less expeditious members of the MIT crew into a low alert and having them perform a quick checkup on the equipment. Next was to signal the other parties, but when she heard a crash, by then it'd already begun.

"Contact!!!"

Laylabelle kept her cool. The first rule of search and rescue was to keep the lines clear. It was a death sentence to have rescurers winding up having to rescue other rescuers in an endless mire of tripping over one another. Laylabelle referenced the maps she'd copied as she recognized and grasped the terrain. She would have to trust her comrades to perform the rescue, her job was to prevent a crash of the MIT contingent which would lead into an awful wagon pileup. Chemicals included <3.

"Guys! Guys...!"

Gh, it's too loud.

This is a terrible oversight, I don't have a Megaphone and the Communications channel is an unorganized mess! I need to do something.

Then, Laylabelle saw her salvation. @Bluebird , It was the songstress she'd heard earlier, Laylabelle knew her voice could carry.

But I don't know her name, crap! I'll just go by general description!

"Hey! Bluebird! Please! I need your help! Do you think you can broadcast these directions to the wagons from here to here on the line! It's an emergency, if we don't adjust the formation we're going to crash! It's fine what the others do, just make sure you get to the drivers! Here's a copy of the map! Maps are symbols of hope! Remember that! I'm counting on you~! Oh~ and~! I love your wings by the way I am oh~so~jealous~! Excelsior and Godspeed little birdy~! If you don't see me again, I'm probably dead~ wahahaha~!"

Maybe a little bit of the Explorer's League bravado had rubbed off on to Laylabelle.

Laylabelle handed Bluebird a copy of her maps. They contained a general overview of topography, what each wagon was carrying, and a plotted course. Even on a trail, there were always multiple options to take, smaller trails within. This is what Laylabelle was focused on. The general way was well plotted, but actually getting a pack of janky wagons through it was another matter entirely...

@Bluebird

Rolls

@Plutopia
Expertise Check
1d100 (7) + 30 = 37 +25 (tag and prep bonus) = 62

Awareness | Laylabelle | 550C2

Combat: 2452/4000
Maintenance: 1504/2500
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