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Slyph

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Re: Mystville [Game Thread]
« Reply #1995 on: April 12, 2021, 09:52:27 am »

It was wet, damp, full of annoying insects; the flying kind, the crawling kind, the slithering kind... you name it and there was no possible camping spot to protect her from all of those.

And there was a monster. in. the. lake. God! Can you believe it?

Again, Linea was wondering if all this pursuit was worth it. Theoretically, she could just abandon this mission, file in the details on why this one was unsuccessful, and then go home. That...If only she could stomach seeing her mentor sighing after reading her report and realize she had been lying to her.

This had been the third time Linea heating her own body using fire magic, not wanting to examine what kind of creature had glued itself on her skin.

Once in a while, she activated her notebook

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« Reply #1996 on: April 15, 2021, 02:18:09 am »

While getting away from the lake edge was good, there was simply no dry area to sleep on.

At all.

Where it was not straight up boggy wet, it was muddy, soft, and cold.  You coudn't even dig in the stuff to build it up.  Not a quality stone to be found either.  Even the trees looked unhappy here, draped in their curtains of dripping moss. The very notion of dry leaves was a farce.

Jack was *very* displeased.  While he liked mama well enough, wallowing in the muck with her did not sound at all pleasurable, and to be fair, she did not seem terribly pleased with the spot either.  Not that it mattered, because every spot was like that in this damned muddy hole.

All around, the faces he saw spoke to the same displeasure and distaste. Hell, it would be one thing if they had a damn boat to sleep in or something-- Sure was wet enough!

--And the bugs.  Gods the little bloodsuckers were more relentless than taxmen.

.. What they needed to do, was get higher up.  The trees were stately, but offered no real purchase with their gnarled roots beneath otherwise featureless smooth bark going up high overhead before the first branches appeared.  Cypress, he thought he had heard them called at one point.

At this point, he was ready to try anything--  He hadn't practiced the magic at all-- only read it..  But he was gonna try anyway.  Gods Damn it, he and Mama were gonna sleep on something DRY tonight.

That anger-fueled determination saw the old bastard through a long, arduous slog through the muck, hunting for tree seeds.

The effort was not well rewarded.  The trees here were indeed in a bad way, and had not shed seeds in a long time.  The ones he found were clearly more than a year old, waterlogged, and probably no good.   Keeping only the most promising from among those he found, he had about 4 or 5 total.

Maybe he could make it work anyway..  He was so angry, he didn't really care anymore.  In red-faced frustration, he stuffed them into the soggy earth, and tried to coax them to grow...  Only a single one sprouted, and it was sickly, and refused to grow bigger than a sprout before succumbing to whatever malign influence was at work in this poor forest.

Sinking back in the mud in crushing defeat, he leaned back against one of the tall trees, and bonked his head on a stiff, hard protrusion sticking out from it. Irritatedly, he turned to see what it was, to see that it was a woody (and totally inedible) shelf bracket mushroom.  Normally he would not be at all interested in such a thing-- Not really useful for much; Sure, you can turn them into kindling cloth if you have the time and expertise, but here?  No--- No, what excited him at this discovery, were the images he had rushing through his mind, several days ago, back in town-- when he managed to grow giant mushrooms.  A giant version of one of these small fungi?  A person might JUST be able to sleep on top of it!  AND it would be DRY!

Excitedly, he yanked the mushroom off the side of the ailing tree's trunk, then hunted for suitably compromised trees to work with. Given that this would probably kill the trees he did this to, he wanted only the sickliest, and least likely to survive this catastrophe to begin with-- Depending on how you view it, it was arguably a good thing, as he found a cluster that fit the bill.

Grinning like a crazy old fool, he cut small slivers from the base of the sample mushroom, then cut notches into the trunks of the trees he had picked out, shoved the slivers into the notches, and then poured everything he had into them.

Almost violently, huge shelves of woody fungus erupted from the sides of the trees.  Nicely sized too. Definitely big enough to sleep on.

Perhaps it was best to stick with what you knew. 

Mama had been watching his furious rummagings and crazy slogging through the muck, wondering about his sanity.  She was still looking at him confusedly, not understanding the significance of giant mushrooms that you cant eat.  He cradled her soggy wet head, and gave her a big kiss on her forehead, then climbed on top of one of the mushrooms, and laid down.

[Nice and dry]

he broadcast at her, with a devious smile.


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Re: Mystville [Game Thread]
« Reply #1997 on: April 15, 2021, 02:50:10 am »

From the tiny wooden platforms they had made, concealed in the foliage and underbrush, the bogling sentries first observed explosions near the recent worship site, then watched  a giant bird descend, and fly up over the top of the lake, heading for the village.

Readying spears, rocks, and nets, should the creature land, they were prepared to do what they must. 

Suddenly, one of the tall, pink skinned things from the south fell out of the sky, and impacted into the mud with a splash.  It had clearly been riding the giant bird.
Orders were chittered quietly, and the nets and rocks that had been made ready for he bird were now made ready for this intruder. 
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« Reply #1998 on: April 15, 2021, 03:05:36 am »

Her entry must've not been as inconspicuous as she hoped, as she could hear the light tapping of mud all around her. She sighed. There is no hope for peace in this world.

She grabs from his bag and equips her new favourite leather face-mask, unholsters her flintlock, and begins shooting a mixture of fire, ice and gunfire at visible nearby targets while trying her best to dodge and weave around their attacks.
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« Reply #1999 on: April 15, 2021, 03:55:32 am »

Without warning, the stranger unloaded with some blasphemous sorcery, and diabolical big-person weapon.

It got off 3 shots, killing one sentry, and wounding 4 more.

The loudness of the explosions alerted the other sentries and town guards, who came to the fray quickly, trying nets, rocks, and spears.

With almost unimaginable flexibility, the intruder effortlessly dodged the nets, Took a single rock that bounced harmlessly off.


Orders were chittered-- more lethal means were authorized-- Spears began to fly, with the vast majority landing harmlessly around the dancing and twisting figure.  The clan chieftan took steady aim, and launched his spear, getting a dead hit in the center of the stranger's chest, knocking the air from it with a thud.

In the moment it was incopacitated, every sentry from the village jumped on top, in a smothering heap.
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« Reply #2000 on: April 15, 2021, 04:12:47 am »

Guh! It was the only attack that really hit her too. It'd only slightly pierced her skin, but the impact... This must be how getting stepped on by Dularach feels.

The spear fell off from her chest on its own as the villagers piled on her, and she was too winded to stop it before she couldn't. Ugh, the increasing suffocation from these sweaty pudgy bodies weighing down on her... Wait, their sweat?

A cold crept from Dixie's form. Their sweat drops turn to ice, and the ice grows to freeze the rest of their bodies, although... It doesn't really solve the problem of their bodies still pinning Dixie, and she eventually passes out.
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« Reply #2001 on: April 17, 2021, 11:29:16 pm »

Kothrias tilts his head and looks pensive for a moment "If yer armored bloke was a dwarf than I'd shrug it off but I nay think this person is a dwarf..." he put it thoughtfully before simply slumping his shoulders "Bah probably nothing though." Kothrias said dismissively.
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