Complete Main Story (Story Event) Red Fever

[Ayna Nietzsche]

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105 / 120

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Red Fever: 1

Ayna was definitely making some weird wordplay at the end, and she was definitely enjoying all the violence that she was unleashing upon the Myconids, but if you worked eight to five, five days a week, with little social life, wouldn't you? She ignored @Pete Simpson's judgmental staring and instead wiped the sweat off her brow. She had done a great job. That's all that mattered.

"Kamala! Are you all right?"

She pushed past Pete to get a better look at @Kamala Graham, more concerned about her wellbeing than anyone else's. It was justified, of course. Kamala was their main healer, and if anything happened to her, well Ayna didn't have anything to get herself back up once she gets beaten down as well. Sure, Pete had some healing, too, but she didn't really trust Pete as much as she did Kamala. Why?

"Keep your eyes and your hands to yourself, Pete!"

She growled when she noticed he seemed like he was enjoying the rain's effects on them too much. She later groaned at his mushrooms quip. Ugh. What a lame joke. Even her dad could do better.

"Of course, you are, Pete Simpson! I, on the other hand, am going to contribute more to this world with the Institute. Met the Lion Arms folks a while back and they're pretty great, especially Zeus, and I got some info on the Guild, too, so the Institute's what I want to learn about in this expedition. Should be an eye-opening experience. What about the rest of you?"

Rolls

Recover
1d20 (10) = 10
Recover 10 HP
Ayna Nietzsche | 550C3

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[Sean Poteitoku]

150 / 160

Lion Arms Member (Squire)
Red Fever (1)

Sean would like to say he's used to traveling for days at a time, but the reality is that he wasn't too used to it still. Having so many other people to watch and talk to on the journey made the travel relatively okay for him. Part of him even wanted to say he was enjoying the trip.

That part of him changed its mind once the group arrived at Camp Nisus. The amount of blood gave Sean an immediate sense of dread that felt all too familiar as he made his way over to Levi to listen.

Once he was dismissed to get some rest, he moved to find @Bradwynne and sat down next to him, stretching his arms above his head. "...Look, I have a bad feeling about this. I'm going to keep my eyes peeled for anything and everything. I think we might need to stick together for now. It would... at least feel safer, right? We've also still have to make sure everybody's safe..."

...Could this be the work of... No, why would it be? Sean shakes his head to clear his thoughts, clearly conflicted.

Rolls

Recover
1d20 (15) = 15
Recover 15 HP
Sean Poteitoku | 550C3

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[Alcea]

115 / 115

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Red Fever (1)
+19 HP from Recover

In the mess of the combat, Sumire had lost track of both Essence and Hayate. Given the fighting retreat and subsequent scramble to get to the camp, all she could really do was hope that they got out safely. She didn't really hear about any casualties, so they were probably fine. The battle as a whole was fairly fortuitous, besides the massive loss of supplies and overburdened horses.

She wasn't expecting a whole lot, but the camp was really not in a great spot. Their lack of supplies might pinch them in the long run, so she expected that it would be one of the group's tasks. When it came to which one she would rather work for... Besides MIT being instantly out, no real preferences. Lion's Pride was probably too much of a headache for her to deal with, Explorer's League was fine but Adventurer's Guild probably had a better line when it came to searching for people. She probably wouldn't be joining at the end of it all. She much preferred a peaceful life to one with danger, but sitting around all day wouldn't get her any closer to her main goals.

Rolls

Recover
1d20 (19) = 19
Recover 19 HP

Sumire | 550C3

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[Ru Ning]

160 / 160

Explorer's League Member (Orange Whistle)
Red Fever (1)

Though the camp looked rather abysmal and quite dreary, a sigh of appreciation sounded from the gaunt lepis upon arriving to their destination. Nerves finally relaxing a bit upon arriving, he'd help unload supplies before taking a moment to unceremoniously flop onto a tarp previously spread.

"Aye yaaaaaah… What a nightmareish journey. Feels good to stretch my back finally. Those wagons are budget…"

A groan of relief escaped his lips as he'd roll about lazily underneath some makeshift- cover before finally pulling up his contacts list. Though the number of familiar faces he'd spotted thus far wasn't low, a few names brought worry to his mind. Several succinct messages were sent out, checking up on their well being.

"Hey, how you doing kiddo? Still holding on there?" ( @Crimson Ruby )


"Might wanna catch some of that rain…Bet those pods are filled with nasty stuff! Sweet kick though, I caught that earlier! I'll be heading out with the League just as a heads up. Stay safe!" ( @Toko )


"Headed out with the whistles yeah? Don't think we can trade whatever it is this time around so keep on your toes and /try/ to stay warm!" ( @Sol )


"How ya feeling? Back on your feet after that bloodstone fiasco? I doubt you're taking it easy, but I'll say it anyway. Take it easy!" ( @Ayna Nietzsche )

His messages finally sorted through, the lepus promptly closed his eyes to catch a moment of rest while afforded. The lurking suspicion in his gut indicated that moments like these would soon be few and far in-between. Priceless.

Rolls

Recover
1d20 (19) = 19
Recover 19 HP
Ru Ning | 550C3

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[Corsair]

123 / 130

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Red Fever (1)

Camp Nisus. A place that, under better light and a thinner layer of blood, might have once been a welcoming sight. Now it was just a gory reminder of the battle they're just finished. Every surface was covered in an unwanted film of fluid. Specifics were unnecessary.

No sooner had they stopped then the mass of players and NPCs alike was splitting into four roughly-equal clumps, each a combination of those allied with the guilds and those wishing to be. "It looks like we're splitting up for a bit," Corsair said to @Hanno Futaba and @Brutus Dahlgren, as the three parted. The magia had retrieved her soul-filled constructs, and they crawled over her, pulsing with gentle healing. "Look after yourselves. If anything happens to either of you it will be very inconvenient. You are both integral parts of my research."

Rolls

Recover: 1d20 (18) = 18 HP Corsair | 550C3

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[Bluebird]

124 / 130

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Red Fever (1)

The stormy weather seems more exciting than draining for Bluebird. Perhaps its the fact that she can keep herself relatively dry with aeromancy - more likely it's the fact that it reminds her of her childhood, of nights sheltering together in front of a fire while the rain beat down on a tin roof while it felt like the very heavens were coming down upon them.

"A trial from God,", Father would say. "We shall weather this storm, and together witness the blessing of the clear skies that follow."

Others don't seem to have the same positive connotations, however. And all those cheerful memories are quick to fade before the sight of the camp, stained red with blood. How terrible a sight that is... she is qick to look away from it, trying not to think too hard about what chaos led to this. Instead, she seeks out those familiar to her - @Ru Ning and @Crimson Ruby seem to have gathered in the same place.

"Hello!" she chirps with a smile, and with a motion extends her little windy umbrella around the both of them. "I am sorry I could not speak with you more on the caravan - I had many things to deal with in the 'real world', as people call it. I hope you do not mind me joining you on your expedition!"

Rolls

Recover
1d20 (4) = 4
Recover 4 HP

Bluebird | 550C3

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[Essence]

93 / 100

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Red Fever (1)

Slipping in and out of Terra to take care of herself, and of course, her reputation, and attending classes while finishing up coursework, wasn't a task Essence felt accustomed to yet. But the expedition had been a great help in quickly acclimating her to balancing out an appropriate schedule between the real world and the virtual world. Terra was a game where Essence could explore potential in performance and adventures unlike those available in the real world. She hadn't expected, on top of everything else, that she would begin to make friends (AKA anyone who consistently gives her attention). Or, at the very least, people to spend time with online.

The freedom of stepping out of a cramped wagon - to be able to stretch all limbs out fully without bumping into anyone - put an extra pep into Essence's step. Upon spotting @Toko, Essence approached the Beastfolk and smiled. "Thanks for turning a lame time into a less-lame time. We should do it again after this is over."

Noticing that @Sol, @Frey Elzeiros and @Kyoko had formed a small circle, Essence headed over to join the conversation. With Sol mid-sentence when Essence walked over, the Elf waited for Sol to finish speaking before stepping closer to the group. "Hi guys! Just wanted to pass on some good vibes. We'll need it, right? The red in red fever definitely does not represent love," for a moment or two, Essence wrapped her long arms around the trio and affectionately pulled them into a group hug. Once Essence released, she walked away, turning back to wave and shout "Bye-bye, now!". Her affection was well-meaning, but awkward, as Essence failed to understand that not everyone (especially Sol) would want to be hugged so abruptly without warning.

She plopped herself down for a moment and took the chance to replenish her in-game needs. It seemed the group of players around her was doing the same. Essence made sure to wave at @Zelrius when he decided to stick around before everyone had to be split up. She hadn't officially spoken with a blonde guy in Terra yet, and he was obviously much stronger than her (everyone was), so - in Essence's opinion - he earned a few cool points.

Eventually, the call for players interested in the MIT beckoned Essence. On her way over she spotted @Jin, who was observing the growing crowd of MIT players from afar. She liked the dark-broody aesthetic. He piqued Essence's interest, so she yelled to him, "HII! I'm Essence. We should talk later!".

Rolls

Recover
1d20 (3) = 3
Recover 3 HP

Essence | 550C3

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[Lune]

155 / 155

Adventurer's Guild Member - Silver Rank
Red Fever (1)
Recovering

It's been almost a week. A fucking week.

Sure, she logged on and off. But everytime she logs back on the wagon, there was never a pleasing situation. Murderous mushrooms? Rainstorms?

Fortunately, it's time to rest and chill for a while. After getting her portion of the meal, she was making her way to help the Adventurer's Guild. But then a small silhouette of a certain ice mage came into her view. The memory of the time after they flew off the wagon suddenly came back. How dare someone snap at her like that. Moonsong was never going to let that one slide.

Powerwalking towards the mage, Moonsong inadvertently bumped into a rather tall elf in her rage. "Oh! Sorry! I didn't see you." She bowed and apologized politely to @Essence, before turning back and resuming back her rage-walk. A rather quick switch of personality.

"Ya! Hey, you—" She called out to @Blank. "—Yes, you." Even though their height was only a few centimeters apart, the long-haired girl bent forward until their faces were almost touching, eyes locking. "I don't care if you're the greatest white witch of Narnia. You're not going to make any friends with that attitude." She pointed to the shorter girl's shoulders several times.

Friends? Hah. Hypocritical of her to talk about such things as friends.

She exhales. "What's your name?"

Rolls

Recover
1d20 (18) = 18
Recover 18 HP

Moonsong | 550C3
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[Ash Vargold]

127 / 140

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Red Fever (1)
Recovering

Every time Ash logs in, the first thing he does is check his status.

He's used to rain. Storms and thunder less so. Being able to log out is a godsend - he doesn't have to worry about keeping dry while "sleeping" (though he does get soaked near immediately when he does log in). But when he does log in, there's the endless list of needs he has to keep track of and the constant worry that he's going to log in to something like hypothermia or trenchfoot or a dozen other maladies that could come from being wet so long.

It's no different when they get to camp Nisus. He lingers perhaps a little long at the sight of corpses and blood - not even the rain is enough to wash away that familiar, coppery smell. Nor can it cover the familiar susurrations of a place saturated with death - spirits too weak or self-involved to notice the newcomers.

He keeps moving. Investigating all this is why they're here, and that's better done with the group. There's no one gathered under the banner of the MIT that he recognizes so far. All the familiar faces (@Hanno Futaba, @Harlow, @Bradwynne) seem to be going with the Lions. It's tempting to join them, but... well, it seems like his magic is best put to other uses.

He can at least wave at them, and gives them a thumbs up in a vague attempt to encourage them. Then by habit he checks his status again, and...

Conditions
Red Fever (1)

...well, that isn't good.

The MIT will certainly want to know about it. He hopes they aren't the sort of group that keeps information under wraps until they decide otherwise - he's not going to let that stop him from making sure others are aware of what's going on. It could start a panic, but it's open information to anyone with UI access. Keeping that sort of thing under wraps is futile, in the end.

Rolls

Recover
1d20 (12) = 12
Recover 12 HP
Ash Vargold | 550C3

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[Nyx]

123 / 130

+3 HP from Recover (120 > 123)
MIT Member (unranked)
Red Fever (1)

Trissayne knows she's being rude. She should stop staring, or at least have the decency to look elsewhere from time to time; out the window, at the others in the wagon, maybe even down at her fingernails just for sake of doing something else other than staring at the woman with the big gun.

But she doesn't. She continues to stare and when @Madison Freebird meets her gaze, Triss only arches an eyebrow as when the gunslinger asks her question.

"Well, I can't be knowing if we do or don't," she says while squinting. "Ya got all dis makeup on, I dunno if I dun seen ya before or not." She blinks before extending a hand with a small smile. "Likely not dough. Am Trissayne, Triss ta my friends. Nice ta meetcha."

- - -

The wagons stop, the camp has been decimated and instead of sticking together, well, it was time to split the party. A quick briefing later and Triss found herself alone, those from her wagon quickly wandering off to the other groups. Noticing @Creature in the distance, she has no problem attaching herself to his hip with a gentle wave and a quiet exhale.

"Ya be going ta join Em-Eye-Tee as well Creature? Probably ain't da best time ta ask about, ah, well, ya know, but we can at least be getting a feel for everyting dey do."

Rolls

Recover
1d20 (3) = 3
Recover 3 HP

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[Hyakin Heliodoros]

130 / 130

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Red Fever (1)

Somehow, they got through it! It was loud, very loud and chaotic, but they did it.

The cool and stand-offish beauty kept the wagon going. The dark-skinned beauty helped find a rope and with the red-headed beauty helped him secure some of the barrels. The handsome beastoflk with hair and fur in the colour of castleton green kept their wagon free of stragglers. Sure, he got some scratches and bumps because the road was not easy, but they got through it.

Being in the last wagon let him see the trampled, broken and destroyed barrels and provisions… A broken wagon too, but no non-fungal dead. Staring at those, he for moment wondered if those were edible or harvestable, because all mobs had something in them that was of use.

“Phew! Great job everyone! We did well! Al of our provisions and people are in one piece!” Was he excited? Yes! “Thank you all!” and he thanked @Nero and @Emilia, but also @Ash Vargold and even the stand-offish beauty (@Gideon).

He perked up as the UI information dinged.

And then he exclaimed in surprise as rain poured down on them, soaking him through. It poured and some materials were more see-through on various people and there was a lot of even more accented beautiful things to look at; he tried not to stare too much, but his eyes did wander here and there.

Which was awkward.

Then he was happily distracted as they arrived at their destination.

“Ooooohh! So awesome!”

Because even from afar the, honest to all higher powers, mushroom building looked awesome. The rest of the fauna of course looked more alien to him, what with the very unusual flora it had. …But he also spotted red stains and that some of the puddles and streams were red- very red. His awareness told him that it was in fact blood.

“Oh, let’s go with everyone.” He attempted to gently usher Miss Emilia, Miss Silent and Sir Nero(as he called them in his mind), but was not too pushy, if they didn’t want to, that was fine by him.

They could not get in.

“Anyone wants my help to see inside?” He asked and would help; piggybacking the interested party while listening.

“Anyone coming with me to the Lion Arms?” Again, Hyakin asked, because he was sure where he wanted to go. After a moment he waved to those who went elsewhere. “See you!” And with a grin he walked towards his group, ready to take a breather.

Rolls

Recover
1d20 (14) = 14
Recover 14 HP
Hyakin Heliodoros | 550C3

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[Blader X]

100 / 100

MIT Member - Fixer Rookie
Red Fever (1)

"Okay guys, I know you're tired, but that's all the more reason that we've gotta step up and step off and begin our preparations. Because, if we're tired that means another fight could be devastating. Don't worry, we, the fixer brigade are here to help! Excelsior~! Uhm~! Elynnnn, I don't think I'd touch that~!"

It would seem Laylabelle's job was never done. She was currently helping direct and ensure the MIT contingent was set up and accounted for. Some of this was directing equipment and some of this was making sure the researchers had what they needed. Sometimes security would also be part of these operations, but thankfully, Laylabelle had the other factions to lean on. Really, it was now Laylabelle's job to protect the other factions from MIT instead...

When even those tasks were completed Laylabelle found herself with nothing to do. The correct answer would have been rest, but she was as restless as ever. She'd been too busy but the word had reached her of a joint training operation. It would hardly be very joint it she stuck with her fellows, so, trusting the leadership's decisions to mix numbers, Laylabelle found herself heading over to The Explorer's League with a shudder.

"Hello everyone~ I'm Laylabelle, Fixer of MIT, I sometimes work as a guard, outrider, and pathfinder for our encampments. I can't say I've seen what you guys have seen, but I'll do my best. Looking forward to learning what I can!"

Rolls

@Plutopia
Recover
1d20 (17) = 17
Recover 17 HP
Laylabelle | 550C3

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[Ilusa Nakhalee]

145 / 160

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Red Fever (1)

After a while, the attacks stopped and Ilusa exhaled, stopping her cast. The pearls shimmered for a moment, hovering around her, before settling down back on her arm, pretending again to be but a fancy bracelet. She had no cuts, but she did get bruises, that she could feel, even if not see from under her clothes.

Slowly she made a small gesture, facing the corpses of the monsters – they were after all part of nature and lately she felt a deep kinship with nature.

A ping on her UI made her focus back on the present and realise that they entered new territory. She looked around; Nature Magic let her categorise some of the flora she saw; it was, different. Not something she was used to but its presence also gave her some ideas.

“Ack!” A hiss left her when the torrent of rain hit them; soaking her robes, sloshing in her sandals, sticking to her skin and fur. Displeased she glanced up at the sky, almost glaring at the weather for a moment, before shaking in a way that was unique to Ilusa and had nothing to do with her real-life self. It was because she was a beastfolk, feline one and did not like the rain.

“…Hm.” She also resolutely ignored the fact that the rain made her clothes stick to her figure like second skin; the only upside was that she did ask to make the important areas not see-through when wet. There was no need to let everyone see her underwear.

Ilusa followed everyone, having been in the middle, she did find her way into the mushroom house (a thing she was sure was made with Nature Magic), she listened and pondered where to go, which group to join. She should strike out and converse, aside from noting few vaguely familiar faces.. And yet, it was like there was a block on it, so she simply sighed and quietly pondered which group to follow. Truth was she did not want to join any of them but out of them all…

In the end, she went with the Adventure Guild. They felt like easiest to join and leave. She looked around, spotting some faintly familiar faces and some completely unfamiliar faces. She checked her UI, to see how her health was at… Only to frown at the new condition that she had there. A stackable unknown condition.

“Red Fever…” The felis murmured distractedly as she tried to recover without spending more energy. But the new thing, the new stackable was distracting her.

Rolls

Recover
1d20 (10) = 10
Recover 10 HP
Ilusa Nakhalee | 550C3

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[Gutsy Ironvolt]

124 / 130

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Red Fever (1)

The fight had ended and though the excursion had been hard, they had come out on top.

"HAHAHA, DID YOU ALL SEE HOW MANY OF THOSE MUSHROOMS I DESTROYED! I BET IT WAS A NEW RECORD! GOTTA GIVE THE BASTARDS CREDIT THOUGH, THEY PUT UP A FIGHT! GOOD JOB MIT, HAHAHA, YOU DID ME PROUD! THAT'S HOW WE FIGHT!"

Regan looked around for a certain purple-haired woman (@Kaede Hoshi ).

"YOU HEAR THAT BLEEDING HEART! I MASSACRED THEM! I TOLD YOU I WAS ONLY GOING TO GET STRONGER AND LOOK AT ME! I'M WELL ON MY WAY, HAHAHA!"

Having only recently finished the fight against the mushroom men, Regan was ready for another. Unfortunately for Regan, it seemed like the rest of the way would be rather quiet except for a massive storm that hit the excursion out of the blue.

Finally reaching their destination, Regan hopped out of her wagon and listened with a grin as Levi explained that they were going to be splitting up into groups to tackle different situations. Regan turned to @Cynna

"So what do you think? I feel like we've already proven ourselves to MIT. HAHA, THIS TIME TOMORROW I'M SURE ORDNUNG HIMSELF WILL BE BEGGING US TO JOIN!"

Looking around, Regan scratched her chin.

"But you know, I'm also a little interested in how the Adventurer's Guild operates. What do you say we go help them out and see what they're about. HAH! WHO KNOWS MAYBE THEY'LL COME BEGGING US TO JOIN TOO! HAHAHA I MEAN LET'S BE HONEST, AFTER SEEING HOW WE HANDLED THOSE MUSHROOMS I'M SURPRISED EVERYONE ISN'T TRYING TO RECRUIT US! HAHAHA! LET'S GET GOING!"

Grabbing and Carrying Cynna under one arm, Regan made her way to the Adventurer's Guild group.

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE PLAN IS FOR THIS GROUP, BUT AS LONG AS ITS ATTACKING SOMETHING I'M YOUR WOMAN! IF WE'RE GOING TO BATTLE, ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS FOLLOW MY CHARGE! HAHAHA, THAT'S THE SUREST PATH TO VICTORY I CAN ASSURE YOU. AH, BUT I'VE YET TO INTRODUCE MYSELF, I AM THE SOON-TO-BE VAMPIRE QUEEN, REGAN!"

Looking down at her small Magia companion under her arm, Regan nodded.

"AND THIS IS CYNNA! CYNNA INTRODUCE YOURSELF!"

Regan held Cynna out in front of her like a cat.

Rolls

Recover
1d20 (19) = 19
Recover 19 HP

Regan | 550C2

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[Caelia Etterni]

85 / 100

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Red Fever (1)
Recovering

Caelia was exhausted.

A week of work both in and out of the real world was a lot for one person, and she was starting to realize that this game could take a toll on you even when you weren't logged in. Her exhaustion tended to follow her from the time she logged out, and if she wasn't playing, she was likely eating or sleeping in the real world. All that said, she wasn't sure she'd change a thing. Hell, she was enjoying having a purpose and something to do! Every time she logged in, she was greeted by other players and Landers alike in the wagons. It was nice.

When her UI displayed Northern Isulus to her, she noticed the gentle shifting of the landscape. Of course, she didn't get long to appreciate it; the skies opened up and doused her and the rest of the caravan with buckets of rain not long after. Caelia decided not to log off and leave the Landers and UI-locked players to deal with it, though; she stayed online and did her best to bail out the wagons with whatever she could.

When they made it to the encampment, Caelia finally felt a bit of her excitement wearing off. There was a scent in the air that reminded her of when Kaede had been displaying her magic, something sickly sweet as well as coppery. Something primal told her the latter was likely blood; it smelled like it tasted when she bit her lip on accident sometimes. She hangs back, letting others take cover inside of the MIT workspace while listening to Levi outside.

She catches sight of @Kaede Hoshi waving at her, and waves back with a slight smile. As everyone started to break apart, she found herself gravitating towards the MIT group that was gathering. As she did, she crossed paths with a player she hadn't met yet (@Ash Vargold) who warned her about something strange called Red Fever.

Checking her UI, sure enough, there was a status notification for Red Fever. "Thank you for letting me know!" she calls after him as he walks off to warn someone else. She didn't even get his name...

Caelia spends the hour tending to some of her wounds, wrapping them with whatever gauze or cloth is available.

Rolls

Recover
1d20 (10) = 10
Recover 10 HP
Caelia Etterni | 550C3

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[Selene]

153 / 160

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Red Fever (1)

The excitement of the attack of the mushrooms quickly faded and Selene felt that she could breathe something of a sigh of relief, feeling only slightly strange that she had used her Spirit Magic way differently to how she had previously used it before. It was weird for the spirits to listen to her requests, rather than obey her commands or be torn apart and used as little more than fuel for spiritual energy techniques. It was something she might have to revisit about the way she was using her skills, since she'd been treating the spirits as nothing more than mindless batteries.

Though that was all thought for later, as she spent time travelling with @Mio Ban until the expedition reached an abandoned camp, filled with blood and death. It had her head spinning at the sight. Though she didn't see it for long, given that many of them were shepherded off whilst others dealt with the mess. At least, she supposed that was what they were doing. She turned to Mio, trying to keep an upbeat grin on her face. It did wobble slightly.

"So, what d'ya say we go with the Adventurer's guild? We'll be at the forefront, so we'll be able to swipe the best loot and riches before anybody else even gets a chance to lay their eyes on it."

Rolls

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

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[Asher]

89 / 100

+14 HP (75 > 89)
Lion's Arm (unranked)
Red Fever (1)

It takes...a lot of pointing and yelling (and even some yanks on the horns that jut out of his hair), but eventually, he finds @Regan and deposits @Cynna down safely. He is all smiles as he does so, his cheek dimpling.

"I'll keep an eye out on you both in the future," he says with a quick nod of his head. "It might be difficult considering everyone is splitting up, but if you're joining the Lions, well, that'd make it much simpler."

Realizing his words, he blinks and holds up his hands as if to ward them off. "Not saying you have to! Just, if you're gonna or if you had plans or..." His voice trails off as a blush stains his cheeks.

"Right. Well. Uh. I'll see you guys later!"

Rolls

Recover
1d20 (14) = 14
Recover 14 HP

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[Mio Ban]

130 / 130

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Mio caught her breath, everyone else also seemed weary, comparatively she felt like she got off light but that didn't mean she wasn't concerned. Those three people who got shaken off still rested in her mind, she wasn't sure how dangerous the game was, but she didn't want to take her life or death for that matter lightly. While wondering just how much risk she should accept, she heard @Selene interjection and smiled back nodding in acceptance.

"That's right, first to get there first to loot." She spoke with a sigh, reaching out to pat Selene's shoulder, glad she came along to at least stop her from thinking about the dangers. "Hopefully by the end of things I'll be able to spend a while relaxing and actually playing for a good while." She hoped. Once her money troubles were behind her she could settle into something more fun and less risky, for now though she was forced to try and even a little bit more to prepare for the future.

Rolls

Recover
1d20 (13) = 13
Recover 13 HP

Mio Ban | 550C3

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[Fiora Di Angelo]

128 / 130

Rain, travel time and terrible company. Now she understood why some games had fast travel, and while but a wishful thinking, Fiora hoped mental prayers were heard by some god to speed up the whole process for her. She didn't want to leave things to fate alone, but logging out was essential, and the worst had come to past already between mushrooms, panicking idiots and the rain.

The one thing that bothered the most in this camp had to be the smell, the stench of death that practically reeked from a desolate area otherwise populated by this expedition. They were all trespassers, her gut called.

No sooner than she dropped, Fiora took sights on one familiar face, a smirk of 'I knew it' plastered all over her face as she shot a singular wave back at @Hanno Futaba "Small world, eh? I invite the next food round." She commented, brushing past him.

"I better not find you cowering behind me when things get nasty." She replied back to @Seto Kurama with a smirk to match his own, and a nod akin to a silent, unspoken 'counting on you' as they both walked past eachother. When she turned herself to face forward, another person came straight towards, adrenaline and one skipped heartbeat later helped to pull off one narrow dodge and a tap on @Essence 's head with one finger to catch her attention. "Careful over there, Panna Cotta. Save some of that enthusiasm for when we leave." Playful in tone least she comes off as chastising to one of the more lively souls around here, and a smile to comfort any second doubts on her intentions.

No Sooner than that, Fiora aimed for @Toko 's right shoulder with two quick pokes, sliding around the left instead, as if anyone nowdays could fall for such a prank, despite the blonde not putting much effort on her trickery, or to make herself less noticeable to the eyes of the beastfolk. "Guild you said? Adventurer's I take it. Got yerself a white knight here, bun-bun. Count on me." She jested, pearly teeth flashed with confidence to this stranger to keep 'in character', followed by a set of finger guns to entirely break it.

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Recover
1d20 (8) = 8
Recover 8 HP

Fiora Di Angelo | 550C3

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After the battle was over, Majolica returned quietly to her wagon and kept to herself.

It's not time yet, hehe, that was a good test of my powers though! My Witch Fire was quite effective. Still, I hope no one noticed it. I know Dark and Corruption magic isn't very popular with Lander's hehe. Still, no one's said anything yet so I guess I'm okay. It also looks like no one's noticed me yet hehe. That's good, exactly what I want, hehe!

As the excursion traveled on the rest of the trip was fairly quiet except for a hurricane-esque storm that struck the caravan. Still, moving through the storm the group arrived where everyone would split into groups.

Hmmm... which group to pick, hehe. Well, originally the Witch Ops would supposed to be a secret undercover group within the Lions that would take only the most dangerous secretive missions! Hehe, I guess I can go back there and see how things have changed. That should prove interesting, hehe, I still don't want to be noticed yet though so I'll keep my hat low and my cloak up!

Quietly, Majolica joined the Lion's group hoping not to garner any attention.

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Recover
1d20 (1) = 1
Recover 1 HP

Majolica | 550C3

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