"The land here is thin with game, but we can surely hunt to sate your appetite little Shadow." Again smiling with his feral, predatory grin. He begins to head off toward any sign of vegetation to try and pick up the trail or signs of wildlife.
The voice of Vredgus rings out again. “Hello again! I am here to inform you that we shall be beginning the game soon! So grab your gear, contestants, and step to the back of the area!” As he says that, you look to where he pointed out. The back greenery has disappeared, leaving large areas of circles, covered in glowing runes of various colors. You did not expect to see translocation circles here. You move to the circles, crowding on with all the others. Vredgus starts talking again, as the runes glow brighter and your vision blurs. “In a few minutes, you will see what this experiment is all about!”
you have a few more moments to converse, before the unknown happens.
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
Shadow was back on his feet in a flash, the moment Vredgus had started speaking, as if he’d never been on the ground at all. Now he stood on the rune, fingering his weapons, muscles tensed. He didn’t like magic, didn’t like letting it do things to him. Anything could happen, standing on these runes. Anything could be on the other side of this teleportation trip.
Shadow grumbles quietly to the spirits that may or may not be haunting him. “Hey, can you read these runes for me?”
A disembodied voice is heard in Shadow’s ear alone. It sounds smug. “I’m a physic, not an arcanist.”
Shadow stifles a curse. “Do we have an arcanist available?”
The voice says wryly, “Do you mean, have you assassinated an arcanist whose spirit is now destined to torment you?”
Shadow does not roll his eyes. Barely. “Yes, that’s what I meant.... So do we?”
There’s no answer. An angry growl slowly rises in Shadow’s throat as he loses patience. He knows when he’s being toyed with.
”Prepare to fight, people! This will be fun.” Was the last thing you heard before your vision goes black, a loud static filling your ears.
You open your eyes and you are standing in thick, tall grass, almost four feet high. As you look around, there seems to be a town off to your left, and a few feet too the right there seems to be a small opening. Behind you is a thick forest, and the grass extends for a long time in all other directions.
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she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
Iorzire takes a moment to clear his mind, before taking a look around. He is very confused, but manages to speak out, ‘I say we go to that town... we should get some information about this place,’ you notice that he hasn’t taken kindly to being almost completely buried by the grass, either.
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Don’t ever ask me to get a good charisma stat. I like watching my characters’ social lives disintegrate.
You march towards the city, not finding anything for a good few minutes. However, after a few feet, you hear rustling to your left. It doesn’t seem to be very close, but it’s loud.
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I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
Iorzire notices the commotion, but doesn’t think much of it, announcing, ‘Hey, why are you all creeping around? If there’s nobody in this town, this is probably some animal running away from us. I’m sure it’s nothing but a meal,’ he says as he moves over to the bushes, though he waits a moment to see if anyone will stop him.
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Roth will look to the sky....checking to see if the storm lord is present....
Shadow, who has been watching with slitted eyes, sits up.
“What are you looking for, big blondie?” He says to Roth. “Do you see any birds?”
Shadow licks his lips. Come to think of it, he is getting a bit peckish.
"The land here is thin with game, but we can surely hunt to sate your appetite little Shadow." Again smiling with his feral, predatory grin. He begins to head off toward any sign of vegetation to try and pick up the trail or signs of wildlife.
(Survival or Investigation?)
Roth smiles at Shadow "Storm clouds....any sign the Storm Lord smiles on us....a good omen."
Roth will make a prayer to the Storm Lord, mumbling something and drawing a symbol in the air...
Guidance
Roth will attempt to tell the weather by observation......
IF perception or Insight 16 if nature reduce value by 8.
it is good weather, but slightly cloudy.
The voice of Vredgus rings out again. “Hello again! I am here to inform you that we shall be beginning the game soon! So grab your gear, contestants, and step to the back of the area!” As he says that, you look to where he pointed out. The back greenery has disappeared, leaving large areas of circles, covered in glowing runes of various colors. You did not expect to see translocation circles here. You move to the circles, crowding on with all the others. Vredgus starts talking again, as the runes glow brighter and your vision blurs. “In a few minutes, you will see what this experiment is all about!”
you have a few more moments to converse, before the unknown happens.
she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
‘Wait, so this isn’t the arena?’ Iorzire manages to say as he hesitantly stands on the rune, ‘Vredgus, what are you playing at?’ He then yells
Don’t ever ask me to get a good charisma stat. I like watching my characters’ social lives disintegrate.
Shadow was back on his feet in a flash, the moment Vredgus had started speaking, as if he’d never been on the ground at all. Now he stood on the rune, fingering his weapons, muscles tensed. He didn’t like magic, didn’t like letting it do things to him. Anything could happen, standing on these runes. Anything could be on the other side of this teleportation trip.
Shadow grumbles quietly to the spirits that may or may not be haunting him. “Hey, can you read these runes for me?”
A disembodied voice is heard in Shadow’s ear alone. It sounds smug. “I’m a physic, not an arcanist.”
Shadow stifles a curse. “Do we have an arcanist available?”
The voice says wryly, “Do you mean, have you assassinated an arcanist whose spirit is now destined to torment you?”
Shadow does not roll his eyes. Barely. “Yes, that’s what I meant.... So do we?”
There’s no answer. An angry growl slowly rises in Shadow’s throat as he loses patience. He knows when he’s being toyed with.
The Wild approaches the circles cautiously keeping an eye on all the other contestants. With a snarl he says "Let the hunt begin.."
((Heads up, I may not be able to post at all for most of Friday and Saturday, I'll be off grid! Very sorry!!))
(CRUD I WAS RESLLY BUSY THE LAST FEW DAYS)
”Prepare to fight, people! This will be fun.” Was the last thing you heard before your vision goes black, a loud static filling your ears.
You open your eyes and you are standing in thick, tall grass, almost four feet high. As you look around, there seems to be a town off to your left, and a few feet too the right there seems to be a small opening. Behind you is a thick forest, and the grass extends for a long time in all other directions.
she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
Shadow crouches into the grass and murmurs to the group,
”Let’s head to that town, shall we?”
He will move forward cautiously, high alert, stalking in the grass like his ancestors of old.
(If needed) stealth 26
Iorzire takes a moment to clear his mind, before taking a look around. He is very confused, but manages to speak out, ‘I say we go to that town... we should get some information about this place,’ you notice that he hasn’t taken kindly to being almost completely buried by the grass, either.
Don’t ever ask me to get a good charisma stat. I like watching my characters’ social lives disintegrate.
Roth will stay back some from Shadow......"My armor does not lend to stealth........."
Roth will allow shadow to scout ahead, staying about 30' back so as not to give away Shadow's position.
The Wild will keep a short pace behind Shadow. Stealth 10 also keeping an eye out for anything Perception 16
You march towards the city, not finding anything for a good few minutes. However, after a few feet, you hear rustling to your left. It doesn’t seem to be very close, but it’s loud.
she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
Shadow quietly stalks in that direction after signaling the party with his tail
(Going off grid now for about 30 hr, sorry guys)
Roth stands back, stopping 30' back from where Shadow went to investigate...
Perception check from his position 27
Iorzire notices the commotion, but doesn’t think much of it, announcing, ‘Hey, why are you all creeping around? If there’s nobody in this town, this is probably some animal running away from us. I’m sure it’s nothing but a meal,’ he says as he moves over to the bushes, though he waits a moment to see if anyone will stop him.
Don’t ever ask me to get a good charisma stat. I like watching my characters’ social lives disintegrate.