Name: Arc (Tiruin): Execute Plan Alpha-Trot-Whiskey! You decide that aggression isn't a good choice in this matter, so you break out a...[2] jaunty tune and start moseying around. There is an extensive amount of flora and fauna in this room, despite the small size. You can't really tell what any of the plants are, but...[3]. You decide not to touch the one with those spiky tendrils, and instead brush a nearby leaf. You brace yourself for some kind of horribly monstrosity to pop out, but...Nothing. Strange. You can hear the faery above your head, and it sounds like she's getting mad. You don't understand what she's saying, but you guess that it's probably quite rude. She might understand you, though...
Evidently, she seems to really hate your whistling. Which comes as a surprise, because you always figured that you had a knack for that sort of thing...You halt your whistling, and the faery calms down. Deciding to make use of the situation, you quietly sit down. The faery, likewise sits down on her mushroom, staring at you.
"So, little faery, what are you doing here?", you ask in a soft, yet questioning tone. The faery cocks her head to the side, but makes no response. You don't even know if she can understand you, but you might as well try...
"Do you want me to catch you? If so, why?", comes yet another question. And once again, she doesn't answer. This obviously isn't working...There must be something that can grasp her attention...[Intuition Roll: 6] According to myth and lore, Faeries have an almost dependency on things sweet and magical. The legends also state that they kidnap, and feed on babies. Since you're probably not going to find any babies in this miniature forest, you decide to do something useful...[3] Slowly sitting up, you once again start searching the plants. Only two catch your eye, a hanging vine with some kind of sap on it, and a small mushroom that seems to...Sparkle? What should you do?
Name: Nassir (Urist Mcinternetuser): Refuse the nice old lady! You feel that it's probably a very bad idea letting some crazy bat cut your skin and feed you strange potions, so you gather your courage and...[1]. Insult her. "You stupid old WHORE! Do you really think that I, the great Nassir, would ever be of aid to a vile creature such as yourself? Get out of my sight!", you exclaim while walking off. The old lady just stands there behind you, not making a sound. Just before you enter the door, you sneak a peek behind you...A beautiful elven lady stands where the old hag was, in the same clothes as well. A single tear slowly falls from her eye, as you shut the door behind you...
You're suddenly plunged into darkness! Not the kind of dark you'd see at night, but an eerie, pitch-black smog. It quickly overwhelms your senses, and...[3] Your fear rises. You manage to keep your courage all though, but this room seems to be pretty dangerous. Luckily, your hand's still on the doorknob, and if you want, you could walk along the outer edge of the wall. Most of the rooms have been pretty normal thus far. While you're thinking of the plan, suddenly...[3]. A strange tapping is heard at the end of the room. Every ten or so taps, they seem to get just a bit louder. Something's probably coming closer, and only the gods know what it is..
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Name: Derm (dermonster): Make! Spear! With a thoughtful gaze, you reckon that those trees are pretty spear-worthy. And, it never hurts to have a weapon! You head to one of the nearby trees, the one with the lowest hanging branches. you find...[4] A decent stick, long and quite young looking. It's green and flexible, but not particularly tough. You snap it off the tree, and pull off the leaves. Nothing in your inventory can help you sharpen it, so you...[1] Can't find anything at all to help. Bummer. You do your best to whittle the end into a point, which...Hopefully will do something. You seem to have fashioned a sort of weapon, but it could probably break easily...Suddenly, you hear a crash in the bushes! Whipping around with your newly-made weapon, you scrutinize where the sound came from. As it continues to grow louder, you ready your spear. Without warning, a man in a suit of armour breaks through the tree-line, gasping and trying to regain his breath. After a few short moments, he notices you standing there. He gets the strangest look on his face, probably due to the...Oddities of seeing a half-naked stick-wielding forest-dweller. The soldier...[2] Doesn't react well to you. Fear is in his eyes, but it's probably not because of you...
"You there! Knave. The one with the stick. What are you doing out here? Don't you know what's going on?", asks the soldier. Without delay, you...[6] reply. "I...I'm sorry, sir. I seem to have gotten, er, very lost. Pray tell, what's this...Dire situation that seems to be going on?", you reply in the politest of tones. "Ah, I..see. Well, no matter then, all is forgiven. You see, our town was just being attacked by...By a dragon!", cries the soldier. Taking a closer look, you can see that he's quite old, in the fifties. His armour is rusted and well-used as well, and he seems to be weapon-less. What should you do...?
40/40 HP
Name: Nassir
Color: Brown
Weapon: Fists
Armor: Rags
Accessory: Mystical Coin (You can flip it, but who knows what it does. May be better to save it for later?)
Misc:
36/40 HP
Name: Derm (dermonster)
Color: Green
Weapon: Home-made Stick Spear (+1 damage, but a 50% chance to break on every attack, via a coin flip.)
Armor: RAGS
Accessory: Mechanical Mouse (Once a turn, you can wind the mouse. Winding it will cause it to grow large for two turns, easily capable of fighting for you. You must wind it before you engage in battle; - It does not cost a turn to wind.)
Misc:
38/40 HP
Name: Arc
Color: Burning Yellow!
Weapon: Rusty Iron Short Sword (+1 Damage)
Armor: RAGS
Accessory: NONE!
Misc: 6 silver coins.
@Adwarf: Hey, thanks, man! I never knew that someone could do that. Badass, dude
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