Turn 9:
Turn 8
Fluorine, the Harpie - (AbstractTraitorHero)
((Heh. All according to Mostly Keikaku!))
Floruine almost beams's with pride and joy as the Wyvern fell for it hook, line and sinker. It almost felt like she spun a song just for the Wyvern one of failure!
Either way, Fluorine emboldened and lighthearted from their victory begins to head off. Might as well take advantage of their head start.
God they were going to be hungry from all this flying in a few hours!
Beautiful.
Let's be on our way no reason to dilly dally!
We have some ground to cover!
A place to get away from and new lands to explore.
New meats! New Sites! Lovely sight's surely!
Baths...Oh, Fluorine Love's her bath's I'll tell you that!
((what do you guys think of Flourine))
((I really like Fluorine, I can feel she will definitely have to change after discovering more of the world's dangers.))
With that superb display of acrobatic superiority, you left the Wyverns territories unscathed. You entered an area of the mountains where the clouds gathered and formed dense walls obstructing the visibility. There were also very strong winds around, but it was a necessary passage to leave the Iron Ridge.
You never actually ventured beyond this place. But you never faced the threat of extinction before.
As you pondered about the best way to cross this place, an incredible blasting sound was heard coming from the far East. No, upon closer inspection, that was a roar. One a beast fighting its last battle would unleash.
You shuddered. What terrible threat would cause a creature to let out such a desperate and powerful roar?
Event Roll: [4]
You felt an opening in the stormy wall of clouds. A cold current of tunneling wind seemed to lead to the other side, you were certain following it would allow you to avoid the twisting winds of the mountains.
HP: 10/10
MP: 10/10
Essence: 1
Status:
-Sated
Location:
-A mountainous area known as the Iron Ridge.
Squelchy, the Omnislime (Coolrune206)
Squelchy solidifies small hooks on his outer membrane, grabbing the webs, before trying to pull it apart.
Hook and Pull the web apart:Action Roll (Diff 7): [13]-8 (Glimmering Hope Backlash (-4) Greatly Exhausted (-4))
Outcome Roll: [3] -Failure-
You formed small hooks on your outer membrane, and grabbed the webs. Then you pulled as strong as you can to tear them apart. Unfortunately, your weary body couldn't find the strength to break the webs.
You kept trying, and trying...
Hook and Pull the web apart (bis):Action Roll (Diff 6): [1]-8 (Glimmering Hope Backlash (-4) Greatly Exhausted (-4)) -Critical Failure-
You pulled, and pulled... and suddenly the elasticity of the webs pulled you toward them. You stumbled upon them and ended up tangling yourself around them.
[Webbed]Event Roll: [1]
As you struggled, you heard the sounds of approaching creatures. Two monster with the armored lower body of a spider, and the an upper chitinous humanoid body with a beetle head appeared. Two more Arachnastinians, with some different physical features compared to the one you just killed. One was mostly dirt colored, while the other was forest green with some vibrant metallic green reflexions.
They first headed for the corpse of their dead kin. Soon they would return to deal with you.
Hostile:-Arachnastinian #1-Arachnastinian #2HP: 17/17
MP: 0/17
Essence: 2/10
Status:
-Glimmering Hope Backlash (No Light)
-Greatly Exhausted
Location:
-Savarde Jungle - Peaceful Fruit Orchard Outskirt
Companion: Gloup Blop (Inkblack Coroblob)
HP: 15/15
MP: 12/12
Status:
-Full
-Webbed!
-Lethargic
Companion: Swift Zed the Mad Tornado (Leaping Slime)
HP: 15/15
MP: 12/12
Status:
-Full
-Webbed!
-Lethargic
Neophytos the Sole Survivor, Psychic Pain Spider (randomgenericusername)
Do you think he said the truth? Either way, we have to return and inform the sylvarians about this.
Return home and find the sylvarian leader to inform them about what this creature said.
That was definitely an important information to share to the sylvarian leader. Your hunting group parted as you went on to look for the sylvarian leader.
[Followers updated]
You headed for the living area of the sylvarians. There was only one hut, which was the one used by the leader. Fortunately for you, he was there. You entered and greeted him, a tall Sylvarian with half its body charred. Only its left eyesocket still had a yellow glow, from which you could feel the strength of a warrior.
Sedre the Sylvarian welcomed you.
"If that isn't Neophytos. You seem troubled, is there anything you want to share?"HP: 15/15
MP: 10/12
Essence: 0 + a small amount
Status:
-Full
Location:
-North Savarde Jungle, Sylvarian new settlement
The Protoquin (Failbird105)
Protoquin
keep going, stealthily
(I honestly want to see what this little guy ends up becoming, though I have EVEN MORE ideas for characters.)
Picking up on the eeriness of the location, you progressed further with as much prudence as possible. You made your best to minimize the sound of your steps on the rocky ground, and always checked each turns at their corner.
Event Roll: [4]
You decided not to pass through the origin of the wind, and instead circled around. Nothing ever crossed your path. Finally after a good while of walking carefully, you ended up finding a pretty nice cave where you could probably rest to recover your lost forces.
HP: 7/10
MP: 10/10
Essence: 0
Status:
-Bruised
Location:
-Inory Hills (Center outskirt - Area affected by the aborted locus)
Xizilitiz, the Lesser Angel (crazyabe)
Fly up And Attempt to dominate it.
Take Off:Action Roll (Diff 8 ): [15]-4 (Ambush (-4))
Outcome Roll: [6] -Overshoot-
You took off to the skies to take advantage of your air superiority. The viper attempted to lundge at you, but you were faster. From above, it couldn't possibly reach you. You looked down on the earthbound creature from above, and you think you heard it says something.
"sssss waaaait"Before you could process what the monster said, a large shadow appeared behind you.
Reflexes:Action Roll (Diff 12 ): [20]-4 (Surprise (-4)) -Critical Success-
Reacting swiftly, you give a push of wings behind you just enough to propel you forward. Just in time to dodge a massive hand, larger than half your body.
You turn toward the direction of the attack. There is a strange monster there. It is some sort of head fixed to two enormous arms -one made of earth and one made of vines- and its head has hairs long enough to reach the ground. It is tall enough to overshadow the tall grass.
Intentions Unknown:-Evined Viper: it hisseeees
Hostile:-Earthbound Dibras:HP: 12/12
MP: 15/15
Essence: 0
Status:
-Hive Mind
Location:
-In a grassland (Tymarch)
Go'Von, the Gray Ooze (Puppyguard)
Go'Von fled across the ceiling away from the tiny creatures, spurred on by the pain of the stings.
Escape to the ceiling:Action Roll (Diff 10): [11]
Outcome Roll: [4] -Success-
You quickly creeped toward the ceiling, unwilling to suffer from more of these vicious insects. Fortunately, they stopped giving chase once you were far away enough from the crevice.
The buzzing swarm poured back into the crack in the rock, and silence set in once more.
HP: 8/10
MP: 10/10
Essence: 1
Status:
-Full
Location:
-Underground, Cave Network
Aspred Bagrid, the Enormous Catfish Serpent (GigaGiant)
Aspred Bagrid, the Enormous Catfish Serpent
Seek out a boat full of people, but stay beneath the water's surface. Stay aware of underwater dangers while doing this.
Finding a boat:Action Roll (Diff 18 ): [19]Outcome Roll: [1] -Success-
Once you felt ready, you left the underwater caves, heading back toward the upper sea. No hostile creature or dangerous monster crossed your path, and your ascent was totally undisturbed.
Then once close enough to the surface, you roamed, looking for a different kind of game. Humans. Could they even be found in such distant waters?
The wait was long, and the search laborious. From afar, you saw the shadow of a lone ship. It wasn't large, but still bigger than a small boat.
HP: 15/15
MP: 12/12
Essence: 0/10
Status:
-Nothing
Location:
-Easternmost area of the Cearn Sea - Under the Surface
Theta, the Wolf (Rautherdir)
Alright. Use Blinding Terror, if it fails run away.
Blinding Terror: -2MPOpposition Roll (Int 2 vs Ind 0): [7] vs [6]
Outcome Roll: [5] -Overshoot-
You channelled your power, using your [Blinding Terror] skill. The change in the Leuscrat's complexion was swift, its whole body shivered and it instinctively stepped back. Then it made a terrified roar, and immediately tried to run away from you.
Intentions Unknown:-Leuscrat: Terrified!
HP: 15/15
MP: 10/12
Essence: 0
Status:
-Nothing
Location:
-Valernite Woods
Skee, the Insect Parasite (Legendary Marksdorf)
Skee sneaked up on the feasting animal from behind, as quietly as possible, hiding among fallen leaves and blades of tall grass, before giving it a paralysing sting when close enough, then hid in a crevice or under a leaf while waiting for the poison to take effect.
Sneak Attack:Combat Roll (Str 0 vs Con 0): [5]+4 (Sneak Attack (+4)) vs [7]
Critical Roll: [2] -Normal Hit-
Damage: [1]*1 = [1]
You sneaked behind the unsuspecting animal, managing to get past its vigilance. Then with a swift sting, you injected your paralysing venom in the body of the predator.
Hiding:Action Roll (Diff 12): [5]+6 (Small (+2) Sneak Attack (+4))
Outcome Roll: [4] -Failure-
The very moment you stang the Junbara, it immediately stopped eating turned in your direction. You have been spotted!
Hostile:-Young Junbara: Paralysing Venom InjectedHP: 10/10
MP: 10/10
Essence: 0
Status:
-Nothing
Location:
-North Savarde Jungle
Gordy the Toothbaby (Paxiecrunchie)
Climb through the branches, in a northerly direction until we detect any beings worth hijacking or feeding on.
Wandering:Event Roll: [3]
You climbed in the nearbiest tree, and moved somewhat northward by moving from tree to tree. There was still no change of landscape as you progressed north, still the same muddy tropical forest. On your way you only spotted animals and small weak monsters.
Some fish in the muddy waters, a group of large slugs slowly eating at a tree, and some small birds too swift for you to possibly catch.
HP: 10/10
MP: 10/10
Essence: 0
Status:
-Nothing
Location:
-Western Savarde Mangrove
Gray the Unstable Prismetal Blaster (Beirus)
Gray bows towards the man. "Thank you. And if the caravan comes under threat, I will help to defend it.
I would appreciate it if you would tell your comrades so that they do not attack me."
Follow the caravan from an appropriate distance.
"Yeah, I will pass the word."With that said, the man whistled to its mount, and the large lizard answered with a tongue snap. They headed back toward the caravan.
The convoy started moving again, and Brown and you followed behind.
"That man was actually nicer than I thought. I don't know how I would react in his place."Fluff Roll: [2]
Not a single human rider came to see you.
Event Roll: [5]
The front of the caravan stopped, and the rest followed suit. You attempted to take a look from your position to see if you could understand what was happening. The riders didn't seem agitated, and most kept their positions. There was probably no danger then.
You think you saw a group of people with a pack animal that didn't belong to the main caravan. It was hard to see from there.
Then you saw the security captain riding toward you, once he arrived to your position, he said.
"There is someone that wants to see you, you may come."He immediately returned to the main caravan.
Naturally, you felt curious and heeded to his words. When you arrived at the back of the caravan, you saw a cloaked human waiting for you, he was surrounded by four riders including the security captain.
The cloak bore the same symbol as yours and Brown's. That person was also a disciple of Masen. He took off his hood and desert mask, revealing a tan middle aged man. His dark brown hair had strands of white hair.
"My name is Hinrab. I am a disciple of Masen."Non-Hostile:-Ashafan Caravan Security Captain: Tense
-3 Copper Gecko Riders: Tense
-Hinrab, Masen disciple:HP: 28/28
MP: 18/18
Essence: 20
Status:
-Nothing
Inventory:
-Cloak of the Disciple (worn)
Location:
-Copper Desert, heading for Farune
Companion: Brown the Dirt Protector
HP: 20/20
MP: 14/14
Status:
-Nothing
Inventory:
-Cloak of the Disciple (tied around)
The Azarian Project, the Thoughling (Dustan Hache)
You saw yourself die.
Was it really you? Yes and no. You weren't sure. It was you, but at the same time, it wasn't you. You were the same, but you were also different.
You are in what must have once been a village from which all that remains are decrepit houses and stones. The sky is perpetually clouded by gray clouds, and the sun never reaches down there.
Everything is calm, motionless.
You hear cackling. In the street, a group of gnome-like creatures with slate skin and red eyes are feeding on an unrecognizable carrion.
HP: 10/10
MP: 10/10
Essence: 0
Status:
-Distraught
Location:
-South-East Nepkeros - Unnamed ruined village
Eximius Res, the Rusty Ring (Hawk132)
"It's only natural to want to fulfill your dreams. And since you've got me now, you may actually be able to make them reality."
More talking? More talking. Not that I'm complaining.
[That night, the day of Prias return]
"What do you mean? Just having a shapeshifting ring isn't going to help me kill monsters, and let's not think about surviving in the deadlands."[The next morning]
Before the first rays of sunlight could even reach the village, Prias headed for the hut of Veras. The old man had worked all night on the remedy, and was already waiting for the young man.
"Apply this on the wound. The cursed skin should turn into a large scab, and it will be very painful. Then let him rest, and heal the wound like a normal one. Come back tomorrow for another phial, and repeat the process. The curse will be completely gone in two days."With a phial of navy blue liquid, he headed for the house of his friend. Every person of the household were waiting around the sick man, Septor.
"With that, will the curse?...""Yes. This is Veras we are talking about, his magic and alchemy never failed us."You remained silent, content on observing the situation.
Sandra, the eldest sister, took off the bandage around Septor's arm. The skin was purple and putrefied, and the veins had turned black. A black fluid oozed from the wound, a wound that didn't seem natural.
Prias handed the phial to Sandra, and repeated the old man's instructions. The woman nodded, and proceed to apply the phial's content to the cursed arm. The liquid was instantly absorbed by the purple skin, which violently transformed into cicatrizing tissue. Septor let out a muffled scream, his visage contorting in pain.
(...)
Roughly a hour had passed, and Prias was now in the forest surrounding the village. He was checking and placing traps around.
HP: 10/10
MP: 10/10
Essence: 0
Status:
-Nothing
Location:
-Outskirt of Safara (Eastern Village of Nepkeros)
Host: Prias, Human
HP: 10/10
MP: 10/10
Status:
-In good shape
Attributes:
Str 0
Con 1
Pow 0
Res 0
Int -1
Ind 1
Author
Topic: You are a Monster - Turn 63 (Read 215728 times)