“Oh? Is that what it is?”
Finish eating (if necessary and there is enough time -otherwise, scrape the remaining food off into the cauldron-), dispose of the dishes and silverware in the kitchen, make sure we have our needle with us, and go to the teleportation room.
Name: The Speaker.
Description: a small man with black hair that is speckled with gray and a small gray goatee.
Nature: All-Tounge
Status: The teleportation room? Are we getting a visitor?
HP: 10
Inventory: A purple robe with a large red eye embroidered on the back, a pair of white gloves with a similar eye on the palm, and what appears to be a 4 foot long sewing needle made of black iron. The needle’s sides are blunt but its tip is deadly sharp, and the “eye” has knurling around it so that it can be used as a handle.
Fate Points: 0
(in the future, rather than posting multiple actions please either edit the existing one or strike through whatever set of actions you don't want. It just makes it easier for me.)
Speaker finishes his meal in a rush, tosses the plate and silverware into the disposal bin and runs out to the teleportation room, Needle in hand.
Quickly finish the food, then talk to myself and try to talk to my organs and see what happens on the way to the teleportation room.
Name: Debby
Description: Looks like a regular human woman but with the head of a deer.
Nature: All-Tounges
Status: Flopping around, and freaking out
HP: 10
Inventory:
purple robe
white gloves
big ass needle
Fate Points: 0
[4]
Debby greets her organs and they, through various gurglings and twinges of odd pain and sensation, respond back. Mostly they tell her to be careful and try not to do anything that causes them to have to work harder. Her liver seems almost sullen while the stomach responds that it's too busy to chit chat right now.
She wanders into the teleportation room, poking at her belly.
If you're still accepting characters, here's one.
Name: Bob
Description: An average-sized human-looking male homunculus with a beard and/or nails of <element>
Nature: Elemental
Status: Healthy
HP: 10
Inventory:
Fate Points: 0
Bob falls out of the Cauldron and looks around. He's still wiping off goo when someone dressed in a robe and carrying a big metal spike wanders in and explains things to him quickly.
[Your element is....Belts]
Put on my robe and gloves. Go through the portal after someone else has gone through it. Observe surroundings, scan for hostiles.
Name: Youare A. Homunculus
Description: a wiry man, elderly in appearance but still trim and strong, grey hair thick with alchemical medium plastered over his skull and down his back
Nature: Functionary
Status: naked and covered in slime
HP: 10
Inventory: one robe, one pair of gloves, and one big ass needle.
Fate Points: 0
Come on, you lot, we got work to do. Plaque says it's go time!
Shove Amyclas through the portal. No time for inventory now, she can go as is. Whether that action succeeds or not, go through the portal myself and examine the surroundings, with special attention to locating villagers and noting any obvious signs of magical beasts.
Name: Creation
Description: Tall, stocky, covered in dark hair. Emerald green eyes.
Nature: Punster Anagramist
Status: doing okay
HP: 10
Inventory: Robe, gloves, walking needle.
Fate Points: 0
Head to portal
Name: Luta
Description: A short pale hairless woman
Nature: Anagramist
Status: Fit as a Fiddle
HP: 10
Inventory:
Robe
Needle
Gloves
Fate Points: 0
Creation drags Amy out of the deposit room and, as everyone gathers in front of the Portal gate, shoves her through. The instant she passes the threshold of the gate it is as though a seal has been broken and the gentle sucking wind escalates into a hurricane. Everyone near the portal is yanked off their feet and pulled into it, spiraling in like water down a drain. The teleportation isn't instant, though it isn't long either. They seem to fall down a spiraling rainbow shaft for maybe two or three seconds, just long enough to comprehend what's happening and get a momentary look at the kaleidoscopic maelstrom before emerging out the other side. Despite being sucked into the portal in quite an undignified way they all emerge on their feet, as though they had simply walked through a doorway.
Freezing darkness. Night. Blizzard. They blink, trying to get their bearings. They have emerged surrounding the teleportation conduit, its crystal orb throwing out pale blue light that illuminates the area directly around them. The area nearest the Teleportation Conduit is scorched to ash and indented, as though the thing were speared into the earth from a great height. Melted snow and scorched grass in a ring around it, then fresh and glittering snow. Heavy snowflakes flash down in the light, driven diagonally by the wind. The earth shakes slightly, a rumble and crash somewhere distant.
Though their faces are freezing, their bodies are warm beneath their robes. And not in a way where it is obviously just the robe protecting them from the cold, it is almost as though their bodies are still back in that warm cave while their heads are stuck out here. They pull up their hoods and immediately the warmth covers their heads as well. Despite bare feet, thin gloves, silken robes, and ice forming on their Needles they feel perfectly fine.
They look around closer now and notice distant lights. The lights flicker in the blizzard, amber glow strobing through the dense snowfall. The amorphous glowing form of a city or town. Its a few miles from them and somewhat lower in elevation. There is no moon or stars to illuminate it any further, so all they can see is the golden smear of lights and the indistinct black masses which hint at the existence of a half buried structure. The distant rumble and crash happens again and the ground vibrates beneath their feet.
Just as they begin to discuss what to do, two roaring comets arc out of the town and into the night. White flares on a long parabolic trajectory. They rise rapidly but then halt at the apex of their flight and slow, their light flaring even brighter. The town leaps into view, its lights now nearly invisible under the harsh illumination of the flare. Black boxy structures under a thick blanket of snow, like basalt boulders covered in dense white moss. Beyond the village is a wide snow covered field, and beyond that a forest of conifer trees, evergreens and firs. With a rumble and crash something steps into the illumination of the flare, cast in almost monochromatic color by the intense white light.
It has the rough shape of a man, but with the head of a canine. Its covered in a dense coat of fur, thickest around its chest and shoulders, thinning as it extends to the limbs. Its arms and hands are too long and its fingers end in cuving scythe-like claws. Its canines are huge, like the fangs of a sabertooth, and its eyes glow a purple under the light of the flare. It is 100 meters tall, maybe larger, and is slowly advancing towards the town, pushing through the forest as though it was tall grass.
The town erupts with new light and a distant chattering hum as gun emplacements open fire. The swift darting flashes of tracer rounds lance through the darkness and into the Wolf Giant, It doesn't slow its already ponderous advance, but does raise its head and howl as it continues. Its howl is like the rushing scream of the storm, something too massive to have any discernible source or location, a sound which echoes to and from everywhere.
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