Complete Main Story (Story Event) Red Fever

[Zelrius]

100 / 120

Adventurer's Guild Member (Gold)
Red Fever (1)
Recovering

It was one hell of a fight. The titan, the crashed cart of @Moonsong and @Blank. The swarm of bug meteors, and the hellish nightmare that was trying to keep everyone shouting and screaming. He had taken a moment from bouncing between carts to jump back toward them, and help his newly made fellow adventurer acquaintence, and the woman who had been crashed with her. Taking a moment to breathe heavily and survey the battle field ever. This was going to be such an extreme few hours. The sight of @Hyakin Heliodoros rushing into danger to save others was an inspiration. Zelrius wished for a moment that... he was that heroic. That he could muster up the courage. See past the grey filter that overlaid everything in his life. To be there for others. But he wasn't that person. He was a gas station clerk, with no skills... at the age of 30.

-**-

His eyes blinked, snapping out of that thought for a moment. The memory of that day a week or so ago submerged itself underwater. The sights and feelings muted by a filter of water, and garbled speech. Drowned by his quickened breath, muddled head, intermixing with another few shifts at his dead end job. His hunger meter was depleting, that was the current problem. It was okay that he was so hung up. Really.

The gold-ranked Adventurer went over to where various meals were being prepared. Walking right by @Toko, the other Gold-Ranked present, and averting her gaze. And grabbing a bowl of whatever was ready. Somehow, unnaturally, the man drifted over to another group of people, recognizing the heterochromatic eyes of @Ueno Mizuki among the crowd and getting closer to her. Not saying much, but using her as a moment of comfort. Among them, another face whom he hadn't quite met yet, realizing that she stood out among the landers- @Essence. The Grey wolf was surprisingly a source of vibrancy and color, despite the lack of saturation in her mane. "I saw you out there." He commented to the Caenis, noting that they rarely spoke like they used to. Yet, she was familiar. A moment of reprieve from the washing waves.

Staying there to chat and discuss until eventually grunting as he stood up, and joining Cessia's group for whatever the lead Adventurer had planned for the rest.

Rolls

Recover
1d20 (10) = 10
Recover 10 HP

Zelrius | 550C3

@mina*
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[Yuliya the Unstoppable]

✧☾ˑ༄ؘ

100 / 100

Unaffiliated
Red Fever (1)
+13 HP from Recover

Kyoko's efforts to calm the horses seemed to pay off ever so slightly as the group continued onwards. Yet then came the rain causing everyone to get soaked. In an anxious attempt to remove the water from the wagons, everyone seemed to flail around like idiots. Kyoko kept up what she was doing, cooing to the horses and giving them the strength to move onwards.

At long last, the massive party arrived at their destination where they were told to rest up and pick a group. Kyoko honestly had no interest in the groups, whatever they were or whatever they did. There was nothing that they could offer her, but now at a stand-still... Kyoko had no idea what her decision would be. Might as well just go wherever I see first. Kyoko would begin to take a few breaths and walk around.

Taking up on some of the food they offered to regain some of her energy and health, Kyoko scanned the crowds of people. Might as well make some temporary connections and feel people out. While thinking over who she should talk to, Kyoko stumbled on some people from the Adventurer's Guild, where they told her she should join their group. Giving a nod, she would head over to the leader to make her intent known before wandering around again.

@Frey Elzeiros The closest to herself was a man, one that she had been drinking with prior. Kyoko would walk a little faster to catch up before slowing back down to appear effortless. How do I start conversations again... I.... Uhhh... Kyoko fought with her own brain to think up something to say. It was easier with alcohol in your system to just effortlessly speak with people... Kyoko settled for an awkward yet smooth wave, "That was pretty crazy back there, the water y'know... How are errr..." Kyoko cringed internally, "you feeling now?"

God you sound so stupid right now... Kyoko hadn't wanted to talk to anyone, but if she had to she would rather make conversation with someone she knew.

Rolls

Recover
1d20 (13) = 13

@mina*

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[Thousand Swords]

95 / 100

Unaffiliated
Red fever: 1 stack
+20HP recovery

Thousand spent the rest of the trip in silence, soaked and uncaring as he focused mostly on pulling the arrow out and covering and tending to the wound with n real interest in anyone or anything else. With no more combat at the moment he was back to his Grinch mood and just mumbled about things to himself and chose to avoid interactions. When they got told to pick a group he just drew four spots around himself away from the others and tossed his sword skyward while stepping away from the fall zone.

"SThe winner of sword fall lottery is... Adventure's guild..."

Sighing as he pulled the weapon from the ground and walked over to the group he let fate decide for him. he had no interest in anything going on anymore and knew all of nothing about all of this so focus was elsewhere. Thinking things over and checking the time he would sigh while yawning before speaking to other people since the fighting or really since the trip had began.

"Well I need to go prep some lunches for fifteen kids so, ill be back in like... forty minutes I guess..."

Moving his hair out of his face before he would log out letting his character vanish as always and went to deal with his real life issues until it was time to set out with the group.

Rolls

Recover
1d20 (20) = 20
Recover 20 HP
Thousand swords | 550C3

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[Seto Kurama]

The Pantone Demon

175 / 190

Unaffiliated
Red Fever (1)

After the ambush, even as as they arrived at the camp, he found himself still resting in the wagon, having been fatigued somewhat from firing so many Rakurai's at the enemy but at least no one died on his watch. He found himself blessed for that, even If he didn't care much for those who didn't take this world seriously. After a few minutes had passed and he felt good enough to get up, he pulled himself up and made a leap out of the wagon. With his leather boots touching down on the ground, he found himself quickly observing his surroundings. He frowned. Between the blood and gore everywhere, It was clear a massacre had occur here. Perhaps a ambush? He crouched for a moment while he rubbed the bottom of his cheek. He wasn't sure what occurred here but he didn't like it, forcing him to keep up his guard, in case of another attack.

Pulling himself up from the ground, he made another quick observation of his immediate vicinity before making his way further into the camp. From there, he saw several people from the battle he had recognized. As he drew closer to the crowd whom were mingling about, he made a grin as he past @Fiora Di Angelo , whom he remembered quite well.

Good job blondie, I'll make sure to look out for ya when were in the heat of combat again. Can't have my support dying on me now.

With a smirk, he walked off. For several more minutes, he wandered around the camp until he saw @Alonso Thorlion and @Lucia Mierz. He gave the two a wave of his hand but he wasn't in the mood for a lengthy chat. He wanted to know their next move. Luckily, he was just in time to hear Levi's speech about what they were going to do next. He wasn't exactly thrilled about what he heard but there was little point in complaining about it. After the man finished, he followed one of the Lion Arms officers @Skyswimsky* that was looking for volunteers. What else would he do? He was only good for combat after all.

Rolls

Recover
1d20 (10) = 10
Recover 10 HP
Seto Kurama | 550C3

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[Darkness]

145 / 145

Maple leaf clinic (Unaffiliated)
Red fever: 1 stack
+10 recovery

Kaede did not do much other then keep a keen eye on the horses and each chance she could get tend to them during the safer travel times. She was not a veterinarian but knew somethings about animals and had magic to mend wounds, or turn time back to heal them so that was her main focus. The rain bothering her little as time passed, but when they took the break before splitting Kaede would move away from the large hound before it started to try and dry itself.

"Guess we can't just set up a medical tent and stay back... Well then guess the least combat focused group... though I don't like how they do things."

Moving closer to Totetsu who whimpered and Kaede could only sigh and start to head towards the outside of the camp site having to take the little puppy to the bathroom and to deal with her needs as well as her own. As she walked away she would wave to @Brutus Dahlgren , @Ueno Mizuki , @Caelia Etterni , and @Regan before heading to deal with her own things while they had time to do such. The only people she honestly did not have in bad terms with to be honest. (That and the only ones she could recall in such a large group.)

Rolls

Recover
1d20 (14) = 14
Recover 14 HP
Kaede Hoshi | 550C3

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[Toko]

.
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118 / 140

Adventurers Guild - Gold Rank
Red Fever Stacks [ 1 ]

It had been almost a week of traveling, and by now the Lepus was getting tired of sitting in wagons. Granted the time spent had been quite enjoyable, Toko couldn't complain considering the good company she'd been around with, and it had lead to the girl not logging of the game unless absolutely necessary... and logging back in the second she got home.

"Cannot believe hangovers are a thing here too... it's been like two whole days already."

A familiar patch of blonde her caught her attention while the beastfolk walked, sure that she had seen @Zelrius somewhere before this mission... ah, golden tags, maybe he'd been around one of the guild halls at the same time she'd been perusing the boards. The attention turned then to a familiar faerin and a newly met pink haired girl that approached him, taking an opportune moment to give @Frey Elzeiros a wink when @Kyoko wasn't looking before the call of those in charge caught the Lepus attention.

She currently couldn't see @Sol, but Toko was sure the redhead would probably be sticking around with Frey—something about whistles and whatnot while they had been drinking the other night—while the elven known as @Essence currently avoided her sight as well. Similarly she couldn't spot @Alonso Thorlion, or even @Brutus Dahlgren... such was the amount of people milling about that even those two mountains could be hidden in sight as a result.

"Maa iika... time to see who else is gonna be in the Guild for this."

Rolls

Recover
1d20 (3) = 3
Recover 3 HP
Toko | 550C3

@mina*
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[Chrys]

111 / 130

Unaffiliated
Red Fever: 1

As the dust settled, with the Myconids left eating the same when the Players succeeded in foiling their attempted ambush, Pete couldn’t help but just stare at @Ayna Nietzsche, his jaw slightly jar. Was she making some weird wordplay at the end? She seemed to be enjoying all this unnecessary violence… In Pete’s head, they were in the wrong and the Myconids were just defending their home, but he wasn’t getting paid to dwell any longer on that kind of political bullcrap, so like that ice witch, he just let it all go. Or something like that. He can’t remember how that movie actually went.

Before he could say something to the stabby-shocker, he remembered that @Kamala Graham was with them in the wagon, busy supporting some other Players. Or NPCs. Pete didn’t bother to learn the difference. He quickly turned to where she was and heaved a sigh of relief when she seemed okay. At least to him she seemed okay. No bruises or nothing.

"You okay, Kamala? We’re in the clear now, I think."

The last thing he wanted was to spook the rest of them in the wagon. Gods, or more appropriately two lesser goddesses, know what happens when everyone in an enclosed space gets spooked. It’s never pretty. If anyone starts pushing, I’ll just jump off and die, I guess. Nice.

---

Soon, they were where they needed to be, but things didn’t look as cheerful as Pete had expected it to be. Well, to be fair, he expected it to actually be more busy than cheerful but certainly more cheerful than what had greeted them. Gods… What happened here? Then that bit with the rain happened and Pete quickly tried to get all the water out, even though a part of him enjoyed the idea of getting wet with some of the people with him. I’m very lonely, okay?!

"Mushroom…" (He pointed it out to his other companions, finding some irony in the structure’s appearance.) “We fought mushrooms to end up inside a giant one.”

Pete listened intently to Levi’s briefing before turning back to his friends. He looked them all over and grinned.

"Well, I guess this could be it for all of us for a while. I’m looking to join the Adventurers Guild because, well, money. Not sure if any of you would join but feel free to follow me. We can still keep in touch via comms, anyway.”

Rolls

Recover
1d20 (6) = 6
Recover 6 HP
Pete Simpson | 550C3

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[Alonso Thorlion]

142 / 160

Unaffiliated
Red Fever (1)

Once their current foes were vanquished, slamming one last Myconid into a tree behind him courtesy of @Siliya shoving the poor bastard his way. His shoulders heaved as he controlled his breathing, sighing as the fire like aura of spiritual energy around him began to fade and the Felis reverted to his usual size. Well, his usual but still massive size. The last bit of berserk ferocity he felt was one glance over towards @Ueno Mizuki , whose own, bestial side caused a sense of companionship to form between his raging lion and her fierce wolf demeanors.

A hand rushed over his face as he sighed some time later. Between the rain coming own and having to assist in getting water out of the wagons, it was a rough time and he did not have much time to rest. Within the game at least. Thankfully there was time to do real life business every so often, though once they reached camp everything around them was an outright disaster.

He looked around, the chaos giving the Felis little time to really chat with anyone else. Alonso lost track of @Toko , which concerned him, but at least spotted @Seto Kurama and gave a wave in return. The latter he was more confident in when it came to taking care of himself. A bond between game veterans did that.

Regardless, he had to figure out some work to do. He was still not part of one of the groups milling about, and had a chance to see how one of them operated. The Lion Arms he already had an encounter with, so they were out of the question. His curiosity soon grew towards MIT. While his build was not meant for the more knowledgeable aspects of he game, they might appreciate some muscle, and it might prove useful in practicing some of his Spirit Magic usage with them. Alonso shrugged, heading off to join the science nerds.

Rolls

Recover
1d20 (7) = 7
Recover 7 HP
Alonso Thorlion | 550C3

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@Pandora*

 

[Jin]

111 / 120

Unaffiliated
Red Fever (1)
Recovering 6 HP

He stood in the wake of chaos, a satiated smile plastered on his face.

Jin stared at the sky through a haze that obscured it, like some ancient Astronomer yearning to see the stars behind the clouds. Surrounded by the visceral remains of countless enemies, indiscriminately felled by his own hand, those of other Travelers... and in the violence that followed, they fell on one another, hopelessly driven to insanity by some imperceptible force. Some of the bodies were tattered and desiccated, exsanguinated hideously.

His face had speckles of crimson, vile raindrops that stained a porcelain mask. "Beautiful," he whispered, shivering. Jin found his faculties and composed himself after a moment, still replaying the scene from moments before. "Absolutely stunning."

The return of his sacrament served another purpose; with a moment's repose at hand, he had time to recover a bit of his lost health. Jin watched the meter creep backward in the proper direction, back toward full. In that moment, he was drawn back to reality by the words of Levi, who explained that they would break into their respective groups and handle various tasks.

An obvious recruiting ploy, but admittedly, not the worst way to handle the situation.

Jin reached up and wiped his hand across his cheek, smearing the blood rather than wiping it away. "Ah," he murmured, "and me without a handkerchief. How inconvenient." The Bloodsworn clicked his tongue disdainfully as he walked back toward the caravan, his duties as part of their Vanguard complete- for the moment.

He looked first to the Lion Arms, appraising them thoughtfully for a moment before summarily dismissing the thought. No...

His gaze then lingered on the members of MIT, who sought understanding of this world and the various powers, mystical and otherwise that could potentially be harnessed. As alluring as that sounded, perhaps, Jin knew better. Too perceptive by leagues. I would never be able to keep a secret.

With a slow blink, he looked at the members of the Adventurers Guild and Explorer's League in turn. That leaves...

The obvious choice was the Adventurer's Guild. They were notorious for working for gold and not asking many questions. Their members had the most freedom and self-determination. For someone like Jin, that was an ideal group to loiter around.

Which was way, ultimately, he settled on aiding the Explorer's League for this task. He staggered at first as he made to join the group, still riding his adrenaline high.

@Vale

Rolls

Recover
1d20 (6) = 6
Recover 6 HP
Jin | 550C3

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[Tetsunosuke]

143 / 160

MIT Member (Freshman Researcher)
Red Fever (1)
+8 hp from recovery

Tetsunosuke just sat on the top of his vehicle as it was raining, a large parasol over him shielding himself from the rain, as he drank a bottle of sparkling lemon juice with a bent metal straw. He had already escorted the latecomers to the general assembly point, as the vehicle was then parked in the area where he was told to stay by a member of the MIT (@Pandora*). As he drank his beverage, he was staring at the area where something gruesome had happened. There were many questions on his head right now, but the most prevailing was, "Can any of those leaders guarantee their success? Or was one of them the true culprit all along?" Sometimes he could not really just help questioning the decisions of the leaders, but he had to do everything they say anyway despite his own misgivings.

He then stared at the sky. Were the gods actually sympathizing with them as they would discover this gruesome tale? Or were the gods actually grieving that everything was not going their way? Sometimes he was thinking that, if the latter was true, it should be nice to dissect a god and know their inner workings. But maybe that had to wait. There were too many mysteries to unpack, and they were just starting.

Rolls

Recover
1d20 (8) = 8
Recover 8 HP
Tetsunosuke | 550C3

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[Harlow]

188 / 195

Lion Arms - Squire
Red Fever (1)
+18 HP from Recover

While some people, such as Levi, seemed less than delighted with the result of their travels, the noise of cheers and high-fives surrounded Harlow at Camp Nisus. Not that he participated in such celebrations. He knew there were too many areas he could've improved upon to congratulate himself. After the fight, he'd been exhausted for what felt like hours, not to mention that his left shoulder was spotted with damaged skin after a gathering of bloodthirsty insects managed to get ahold of him during the conflict.

The camp's stomach churned after Levi made his address, separating him from his wagon-mates. Harlow found cleaned the bloodstains off a small, quiet place and rested, stretching as he watched as others. @Kyoko and the daredevil, @Zelrius, had decided upon the Adventurer's Guild. Even though he wanted to attempt another team-attack with the reckless table-destroyer, he'd heard enough bad rumors about the Guild that Harlow planned on keeping his distance. @Avery Aphelion would surely make fast friends amongst the bookworms of MIT. @Sol had their sights set on the Explorers, where they met up with what appeared to be a pal or two. The world mutated as the distance between Harlow and the rest of the camp stretched and morphed. Sitting in the shade of the mushroom he leaned against, Harlow pursed his lips, not even the zoom and clarity of his hyper awareness allowing him to see them clearly.

He distinctly remembered many familiar instances from the dojo. In the minutes before class, his peers would gather into groups to socialize. Emerson sat to the side, focusing on stretching and training. Those who approached did not ask. He did not answer. Class would begin. He would fall in line. When called, he punched. When called, he kicked. Wordless compliance. Perfect form. Forlorn. He sighed.

The sound of a distant whistle somewhere nearby jogged him back to reality, his expression returning to normal. It wouldn't do him any good to fall behind, not when he had so much ground to make up. He moved for where he discerned the Lion Arms were gathering. He'd already made his loyalties known in the past, and planned on sticking with the faction, even if it separated him from familiar faces. If this were the price of his honor, so be it. At least there was... Chad? He approached a Lion Arms officer, bringing his fist to his chest in a cleanly mimicked salute, before looking to others who had chosen the same path.

"This is Harlow. Squire. Over."

Rolls

Recover
1d20 (18) = 18
Recover 18 HP

Harlow | 550C3

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[Mystia]

100 / 100

Unaffiliated (MIT fan-girl)
+17 HP from Recovery
Red Fever (1)

When someone's head poked out from the cart (@Halueth Ruina), the small girl waved her hand with a grin across her face.

"You're welcome! Not a kid, tho. Ah, if you don't mind, I'll be joining you here~"

Once the cart was indeed properly secured, Mystia would get up from the mech's shoulder and slide down one of its arms to hop into the cart from the back, doing her very best to avoid all the unconscious folk inside. Were they logged-out players or passed-out NPCs? She had no idea, but it seemed that she arrived at the tail-end of the scuffle, so it was unlikely anything would happen to them, and she could spend the rest of the traveling time in the cart rather than outside on her mechanical companion.

After arriving at their destination, it was as if the small fae didn't even see any of the carnage present. Or perhaps she merely dismissed it all despite how realistic it looked. She knew they were in a game, after all. No, the one thing she was interested in was the MIT workshop. Hopping back onto her mech, she would ensure she'd be among the first to arrive, even having her companion toss her ahead to ensure she'd get inside the building before it got filled up. She even barely listened to what Levi had to say; she just happily bounced around, nearly salivating over everything tech-related she could find. These things were still so new to her that she couldn't help but be excited.

Back outside after the briefing, her choice of which group to go with was pretty obvious. That said, she still didn't know anyone in here, so the social isolation left her a bit to the side. There was that elf from the cart… but would he be joining the MIT as well? He didn't look like that much of an intellectual.

"Well, at least I have you~"

The girl turned back to her hulking machine, which replied by showing a thumbs-up gesture.

Rolls

Recover
1d20 (17) = 17
Recover 17 HP
Mystia | 550C3

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@Pandora*

 

[Cleo Looker]

154 / 160

Lion Arms Member (Squire)
Red Fever (1)
+19 HP from Recover

With the battle finally over, there was finally a free moment for her to catch her breath and figure out what the hell had just happened. Cleo breathed a sigh of relief, a hand pressed to her chest whilst the other grabbed @Vina Skysong by the shoulder and squeezed.

Good job on rescuing those people on the wrecked wagon, though. You probably helped save their lives there. I'm glad you were here to help them out and keep them safe.

Not like herself, who had just been picking targets and launching spears in an attempt to waste as many of the attackers as she could before they were able to reach anybody and hurt them. She grimaced, but turned around and saw @Fina Drago milling around, giving the girl a friendly wave.

I'm going with the Lion Arms. I'm kind of already with them, so it's probably best that I integrate myself with them a bit more before I really get started doing work and stuff for them. If you two choose to go with another group, I hope I'll see you again later.

With that, she approached the gathering point for the Lion Arms, standing ready. Taking a look around, she spotted a few others, some pretty strong or important looking people. She felt a tiny bit out of place, in all honesty.

Rolls

Recover
1d20 (19) = 19
Recover 19 HP
Cleo Looker | 550C3

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@Skyswimsky*

 

[Sol]

☀˚̣⋅ .

157 / 165

Explorer's League Member - Orange Whistle
Red Fever Stacks [ 1 ]

After having made it through the fight with various cheers forward from multiple people, Sol found herself working alongside an unlikely bunch, ending up stuck in the wagon with both people she didn't know and someone she didn't feel like confronting right now. It thankfully wasn't as bad as she thought it was going to be, thanks to a certain @Toko sneaking in something extra sweet for the wagon to share. Or at least, it could have gone worse?

Grumbling to herself quietly as she massaged her left temple with her finger, she wondered why she had even partaken in the drinking in the first place, sighing as she let her hand drop to the side. Surveying the area, she quickly spotted the bunny woman from before, sending her a quick nod farewell as she made her way over to @Frey Elzeiros and @Kyoko.

Clearing her throat gently as she approached the two, she avoided making eye contact with the faerin as she elbowed his side gently, gesturing with her head over towards where the Explorer's League members were gathering. He had said he was interested in the League earlier... Might as well deal with the fact that they'd be going together, "I'll be over there," And then, directing her attention to the taller one of the two, she nodded at the pink haired beast folk, a flash of genuine care running through her eyes as she looked at her, "Good luck, and... Be safe." This was all she said before she turned on her heels, heading towards the group.

The smell of blood sat in the air as she walked, her eyes flickering towards the scene that surrounded the encampment. For a video game... It was definitely way too realistic. There was also... Something. She wasn't quite sure what it was, but she felt an itch deep in her skull that she couldn't quite reach, one that was not sated by taking a break or drinking some water. She pushed the feeling away as her eyes fell onto another man, dressed in all black as he stared at the sky, whispering to himself (@Jin). The way he presented himself made Sol's skin crawl, and for what reason she really wasn't quite sure.

He soon quickly moved on from his position, unfortunately headed in the same direction she was. Letting out a heavy sigh, she also continued forward, inwardly sending a prayer up to whatever higher being was in power that everything would be okay, and that she wouldn't be absolutely exhausted after this mission.

Rolls

Recover
1d20 (17) = 17
Recover 17 HP
Sol | 550C3

@Vale* hi bestie
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[Sylpha Astarte]

120 / 120

Unaffiliated
+20 HP recovered

As soon as the battle was over, Sylpha made a few more permanent (read: not ice) repairs to the wagon she was in before going off to the side to get some rest before they reached their destination.

Once they got there, it looked worse than imagined. Okay, Sylpha wasn't very good at imagining what a wiped out base looked like and she was prepared to see dead people, but the result still looked much more horrifying than what was in her head.

Instead of squeezing in with the massive crowd in the briefing room, Sylpha chose to stand outside and perk her ears. Unfortunately, Elves don't get enhanced hearing. At least, Sylpha didn't feel like it was any better than it was outside the game.

The briefing was quick, and Sylpha chose to follow the MIT. She wasn't sure if she was going to be of any help, but she didn't think she could contribute as much to the tasks of the other groups.

Rolls

Recover
1d20 (20) = 20
Recover 20 HP

Sylpha Astarte | 550C3

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[Siliya]

95 / 100

Unaffiliated
Red Fever (1)
+20 HP from Recover

Siliya honestly wasn't super sure of which faction to follow. MIT was definitely out of the question, Explorer's League and Adventurer's Guild were both kinda ok but not anything special. Lion Arms, she could tell, was probably going to be the fun one but it was also kinda the obvious answer. That gave the other factions a some interest since she probably wouldn't interact with the other ones much. Continuing to be unaffiliated was also an option in the future, but first she would see how the Lions fared.

They seemed like the type to just run in and hit things for good reasons, which was her preferred style. High octane, low braincell action was up her alley. The little lull after battle had given her the opportunity to heal off most of her wounds thankfully, so she didn't need to worry about being too conservative going forward. She leapt up to stand off the crate she was sitting on and moved over to follow the Lion Arms group. Hopefully they would have something cool to do.

Rolls

Recover
1d20 (20) = 20
Recover 20 HP

Siliya | 550C3

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[Bradwynne]

167 / 180

Lion Arms Member (Squire)
Red Fever (1)
+12 from recovering

Despite the great setback that they experienced, they had reached their destination, although the inclement weather had rendered him quite drenched from a hole that appeared just instantly in his cart. He then had it plugged with his sewing knowledge, but the damage was already done as he became really wet from head to toe. And he hid not even had to enjoy some respite as the cart had entered its destination.

As he then alighted from the carriage, as soon as he found a decent shade, he then took off the clothes on his upper body, wrung them dry, and then wore them again. It was really hard to be UI-locked here, there was no instant change of clothing he could rely on. But at least the clothes he was wearing were actually fit for the eccentricities of the modern world, and so these would still be comfy even if these were a little wet. He then attended the briefing, and after pledging to join the Lion Arms part of the mission, he then left the meeting place to get some air.

But the only air that he would inhale at that area would be from that camp site. He had seen it once, and he was still unnerved even when he saw such a horrible sight again. Just what happened to those people that were lost, and what tortures did they experienced just to have their blood and guts lying about in this place? Offering a tacit prayer and a rosary session before leaving the place, he then rejoined the other Lions that were waiting for a roll call.

Rolls

Recover
1d20 (12) = 12
Recover 12 HP
Bradwynne | 550C3

@Skyswimsky*
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[Madison Mortiere]

137 / 160

Unaffiliated (siding with Lion Arms), 1 stack of Red Fever

Madison paid very little attention to her surroundings for the rest of the trip. She had quite enough of seeing mushrooms for now, thank you very much. Instead, she willed away the time cleaning bits of fungi guy guts off her guns and making sure they remained in tip-top shape, and exchanging glances with @Trissayne Lavelle.

She couldn't shake the feeling that she knew the woman. But from where? Where had she seen her before? And as soon as the feeling came, it always left her. Left her making strange eyes towards the woman across from her in the wagon.

Eventually, she'd ask. "Sorry if this sounds weird, but..." Madison leaned forward just an inch. "Have we... Have we met before? I feel like you're... familiar. Somehow. I don't know."

Other than that little conversation (however it turned out), the caravan made it to Camp Nisus without additional incident. Others who are more willing to waste their precious word count on such trivialities can describe it; the gunslinger (locked in this hellish prison called third-person perspective) was instead all business, assessing the four groups that everyone was splitting themselves off into.

(She did manage to find @Gwyn ap Herne milling about. "Good job on the callouts during the attack, help keeping everyone focused pulled us through," she said as she brushed by.)

After lurking on the fringes, here were her official assessments:

Lion Arms: Neat badges. A little too stuffy for my tastes, though.

Explorers League: Didn't these weenie whistles have anyone scouting ahead or from above? Any intelligence on the area that suggested we could have been attacked by mycolids? No? Nothing at all? That's pretty poor form, gents.

The MIT: I deal with enough book nerds in real life. This isn't my crowd.

Adventurers Guild: I'm not into the whole gold and glory and drink 'til you puke lifestyle of the stock standard Murderhobo. And they're too loud. And smelly. Look at those two over there--chewing their rations with their mouths open and all!

So, the choices ranged from "eh" to "butt awful". Madison chewed on the idea of continuing her Lone Gunman shtick for just a little while longer--but it was expected that all the Travelers tag along with one of the four groups. Besides; even she knows it's good to have friends sometimes.

Also, a Lion Arms badge would complete her outfit.

Madison trundled through the mud until she got to where the Lions were gathering their little pride of players and Landers.

Rolls

Recover
1d20 (2) = 2
Recover 2 HP
Madison Freebird | 550C3

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@Skyswimsky*

 

[Mighty Rumblehide]

125 / 140

Adventurers Guild, 1 stack of Red Fever

A battery of tests at the hospital had kept the Mighty Rumblehide out of the game for longer than she liked. Each time she logged back in, she found everyone getting stronger and friendlier at a pace she couldn't keep up with--their bonds of comradery growing while she laid there in a wagon, essentially comatose, probably with her tongue lolling about out of the corner of her mouth.

Kind of embarrassing, really.

At least she managed to connect with a couple of people she was familiar with. Once they made it to the camp, the rain made things difficult, of course. But the elf was at least able to stay within the socio-gravitational pull of @Toko, the lepus who she first met when a bunch of them got swept off the streets in Eastern Brisshal and almost coerced into joining the Lion Arms.

Rumble rested a hand on Toko's shoulder in greeting. "Hey there."

And that's it. Just a hello and a quick smile, letting Toko know that Rumble wasn't going anywhere.

She went back to scanning the crowd. Rumble had seen @Brutus Dahlgren during the battle, him and that giant cannon of his, waving it about like he was out of Dynasty Warriors or something, crashing through hundreds of identical-looking fungus folk. Eventually, she did see the shock of his brown hair above the heads of the others.

"Brutus," she called out, waving Gobstopper about frantically in the air. "Brutus, over here!"

Rolls

Recover
1d20 (10) = 10
Recover 10 HP
Mighty Rumblehide | 550C3

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@mina*

 

[Eve Lightscar]

123 / 130

Unaffiliated - joining MIT for this event (@Pandora*)
Red Fever (1)

An entire week. Eve had logged in and out in shifts as had been recommended, and it seemed that whenever he briefly popped into the game each evening for a while to check, the wagons were still on the road, everyone around him looking ever more exhausted. Hell, Eve himself was exhausted and he hadn't been spending all his time trudging through this fungal hellscape.

And what a hellscape the camp turned out to be. Eve pressed his lips together as he took in the gory mess. Standing outside as the briefing was going on didn't leave him with much else to do, which was incredibly unfortunate. The sight would probably stay with him for a long time after.

Eventually, the people inside the room began to stream out, and Eve kept his ears peeled to try and catch the gist of what was happening. The expedition was being split according to the factions, was it?

Well. He knew what he was going to do. He looked around to where the MIT researchers were being shepherded to, and followed after. There was one faction that was supposedly investigating this "UI-lock" business, and Eve wanted in.

Rolls

Recover
1d20 (3) = 3
Recover 3 HP
Eve Lightscar | 550C3

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