Help Creation make sleds and labs
I’m going to use SLUDGE from where the snow is mixed with the dirt to make SLEDs, and then take some SNOW and make some SOWs to pull said sleds
Also, if there’s time, go get a GRASS BLADE and make some SABERS and a LAD
Name: Luta
Description: A short pale hairless woman
Nature: Anagramist
Status: Fit as a Fiddle
HP: 10
Inventory:
Robe
Needle
Gloves
Fate Points: 0
[2]
Luta attempts to fashion the sludge into sleds but succeeds only on getting her hands dirty. Well, gloves.
"What are you complaining about? We have everything we need at our disposal. I could wish we had been dropped a tad closer to the village or the big puppy though. I am not walking that far.
Grab some snow, pack it into ball form, then convert the snow ball into a sled and a lab to pull the sled. In fact make several snow balls and convert them into sleds and labs. However many I can do in one action.
Watch as Creation and Luta fail to make sleds as there is neither an “e” nor a “d” in “snow balls”, then ask our needle if Grey is right. If someone starts moving towards the town, then go with them.
Name: The Speaker.
Description: a small man with black hair that is speckled with gray and a small gray goatee.
Nature: All-Tounge
Status: I’d be interested in knowing that, too. Let’s ask our needle…
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
Edit: I think I got ninja’d.
[2]
Speaker asks the needle about its properties. The needle responds with a sort of...chiming or humming noise that he cannot comprehend as words.
(PW, I'm assuming I got the robes, gloves, and needle before being pulled through the gate. Let me know if that isn't the case.)
Bob takes a moment to look around before looking unimpressed. "Needs more belts. Maybe I can make one giant one from the big dog. Or many smaller ones." Bob couldn't help feeling almost naked without a belt, and so he set to rectify the problem.
Make a snow belt by packing snow into the shape of a belt. Actually, make as many snow belts as I can before we head towards the town. Or on the way to the town. Control them to follow us with my magic.
Name: Bob
Description: An average-sized human-looking male homunculus with a beard of belts.
Nature: Elemental (Belts)
Status: Healthy
HP: 10
Inventory:
Robe
Gloves
Needle
Fate Points: 0
(We'll assume everyone grabs them unless they state otherwise or don't put them in their inventory)
[6] Bob scrambles through the snow, packing it together until he has formed a belt! Well...its a belt in the same way that a snowman is a man. A representation of a belt...BUT STILL A BELT! So what if its 10 feet long and a foot thick? Its a belt!
[2]
He attempts to control the snowbelt, trying to drag it up off the ground and along with the team. It rises maybe a few inches but then crumbles apart and falls back to the ground.
Grab some snow, pack it into ball form, then convert the snow ball into a sled and a lab to pull the sled. In fact make several snow balls and convert them into sleds and labs. However many I can do in one action.
Creation stares at his hands for a moment, brows furrowed, and mutters to himself:
"This isn't melted snow. I can't make a sled with this. Is melted even a material? snow is a material. But it is an object? The snow blankets the ground? but can I hold that in my hands? Wait, I know."
Grab some grass and rub it forcefully between my gloved hands. then walk a short distance from the portal beacon and use the grass stains to make a train.
"Hey Beltbeard! If this works, and doesn't come with it's own rails, lets use your belts as tracks!
If it doesn't work, one of you verbomancers or functionaries can probably make use of the results, anyway. I get credit either way though."
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
[1]
Creation rubs grass between his gloved hands until the formerly white fabric is stained green. He then trots a few meters from the teleport conduit and raises his hands into the air. The stains glow as he rearranges their essence. He gets...unfortunately close to what he wants. But instead of TRAINS he gets STINGS.
The grass stains leap off his gloves and into the air around him, the mushed green matter reforming into thin blades of grass...in a literal sense. These blades hover in air for a moment, surrounding Creation, before turning their points towards him and rushing in like the spikes of a botanical iron maiden.
[3][4]
Creation dodges out of his own failed spell, or at least partially so. He manages to avoid taking any blades to the brain and isn't caught in the crush when they all come together, but at least a half dozen blades still embed themselves deep in his flesh. [-4 HP]
The grass blades, their stinging assault finished, soften back into normal grass.
"Let's go for the town. Try not to engage that thing until we have a plan."
Youare finds a nearby bush or tree, or failing that a plant. He scrapes the snow away from the roots, reaches into them, and pulls out the function Anchor.
He then joins any party heading towards the town.
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
[4]
Youare runs to the nearest tree- a few hundred feet from the group as the area here is mostly grassland- and sweeps the snow away from its base. Once he has uncovered a shallow root he presses his fingers into the wood and digs around for the thing he wants. After a moment or two of rummaging he yanks out what looks like a gray metallic cube. Its heavy and slow to move, like dragging lead through water. Its not anchor, but its close: "HOLD".
When the next rumbling footfall of the Wolf Titan shakes the earth the tree slowly topples over, no longer held by its roots.
"What are you complaining about? We have everything we need at our disposal. I could wish we had been dropped a tad closer to the village or the big puppy though. I am not walking that far.
”I hope you are right. If you come up with anything, catch up with us.”
Grey sets off for the town.
Name: Grey
Description: A hairless pink colored man with lacking facial features, little more than a pair of eyes, two holes for a nose, and a line for a mouth.
Nature: Verbomancer (Maintain)
Status: Nominal
HP: 10
Inventory: Purple robe, white gloves, giant needle
Fate Points: 0
"I kind of wish we were given some kind of ranged weapon."
Start walking towards the town.
Name: Debby
Description: Looks like a regular human woman but with the head of a deer.
Nature: All-Tounges
Status: No longer flopping around a freaking out.
HP: 10
Inventory:
purple robe
white gloves
big ass needle
Fate Points: 0
Debby and Gray, along with Speaker, Youare, and anyone else who wanted to but did not experessly put it as an action, head towards the town. There's no path towards the town, and the snow is relatively deep, but its all downhill and straight, with nothing to stop their advance. They walk quickly, half jogging down the gently sloping hills towards the villiage. As they advance, so does the Wolf Titan, its movements slow and deliberate like a man walking on ice. As it advances the villiage begins opening up with new weapons. Rocket salvos scream out into the night and the beast blooms with dozens of explosions. The light of the flares is somewhat occluded by smoke and the odor of burnt hair and flames are carried on the wind. It does not stop its advance though, or even injure it in any major way. Only a few small patches of blood can be seen through its thick white-gray fur.
The Wolf Titan is maybe a half dozen giant steps from the villiage while the team is maybe a quarter mile from the most outlying building. They can hear the shouting of people in the villiage now, even over the continous roar of guns and rockets. The villiage is directly ahead of them, while the titan and the forest it came from are to their right.
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