((Rolling, give me a few mins, flu and trying to figure this out = magic?))
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2) You feel a warm hand guiding you, you feel safer, but for some reason as you turn around, noone is close by. You are healed for 10 HP 6) You slip, and somehow notice a secret portal! You can skip immediately to floor 11. 4) Your suspicion and paranoia get the better of you as you attack the opponent closest to you. You do melee damage to them. Randomly select any player close to yours as the target (ally or enemy)
What the hell had happened here? A knot formed in Sheridan's stomach as he looked around what remained of the silver kingdom. Was this really what happened when a king fell? Where were the people who had once lived here? How many had perished?
Sorrow turned to anger with each step he took toward the crumbling tower. This was wrong, it was WRONG. There was no reason for this, no need for them to perish, this should not be! Should they survive this, he would find the answers, the truth, and he would not surrender until he did.
Tail lashing with determination and perhaps defiance, Sheridan approached the base of the tower, pausing to ponder over the inscription in the stone. Turning from the stone, his gaze drifted up the tower as high as he could see. There were answers up there, and only one way to find them.
Description: Very tall and slender, Sheridan is a dragon with a long tail, wings, and antlers. He carries a glaive
events: 2) You feel a warm hand guiding you, you feel safer, but for some reason as you turn around, noone is close by. You are healed for 10 HP 3) You feel a glimmer in the air: it seems like someone has left a valuable artifact here! You pick up +2 Miasma Points 5) Your carelessness summons a whole swarm of strange mist-like creatures! They attack everyone in your party (ie: everyone who belongs to your Kingdom). Each player takes - 5 damage ))
Julian patted Alpha's side and slipped off again when they reached the sixth floor. There was something carved into the wall by the stairs they had just come up, Five is less than infinity. Well, yes, it was, but why was it significant? He frowned at it for a moment before shaking his head and continuing onward.
Somewhere around the seventh or eighth floor (He'd lost track fairly quickly), Alpha found more miasma, which Julian quickly stowed away. Falling debris was ever a worry in this place, something he found out when he'd been struck once again. But he was hardy and continued one without much complaint.
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Julian the Ranger (And Alpha the Dire Wolf) HP: -1 = 44/50 Kingdom: Green Rank: Knight Floor: 6-10 Miasma Gathered: 12 + 1 = 13
Description: Julian is a harpy. His hands are covered in hard, burned-orange skin and his hair is more feathery. He's dressed in brown leggings, a dark leather vest, long sleeved linen shirt, and molted brown and green cloak. His dire wolf is a mixture of brown and dark gray and large enough for him to ride. He carries a short sword, a bow, and a quiver of arrows.
Special events Used all three. (Lucky fluffbutt got all Miasma events XD)
A quite exhale, Sheridan took a moment of mental preparation, his grip tightening on the staff of his weapon. He would have to climb the tower, there was no other way. He spared a moment to give an encouraging glace to any of his kingdom nearby, took a deep breath, and stepped through the door.
The tower looked no less ominous from the inside as it had from the outside. With every step, every breath, it seemed the tower threatened to collapse and crush them all. It was a foolish risk, but he had no choice. He needed to find the answers, and perhaps more importantly, he had to gather miasma, he could not allow this same fate to fall on his kingdom.
He did not trust the steps beneath his feet, nor did he trust the floor to not collapse under him. Normally he may have relied on his wings to save him, but the quarters were too tight, there was no walls too close and ceilings too low for wings to be anything but a hindrance. Otherwise he would have simply flown to the top. Wait, why hadn't he simply flown to the top from outside--
Watch out!
It was a quick reflex that saved him, leaping out of the path of a rather large rock that surely had been falling straight for his head. He was liking this less and less. He was barely five floors in, and he'd already been nearly crushed and had nothing to show--hmm?
Something had caught his attention, a feeling? Wait, miasma, yes, there was some here waiting for him. Bending over, he collected the precious substance before continuing his path upward.
Description: Very tall and slender, Sheridan is a dragon with a long tail, wings, and antlers. He carries a glaive
events: 2) You feel a warm hand guiding you, you feel safer, but for some reason as you turn around, noone is close by. You are healed for 10 HP 3) You feel a glimmer in the air: it seems like someone has left a valuable artifact here! You pick up +2 Miasma Points 5) Your carelessness summons a whole swarm of strange mist-like creatures! They attack everyone in your party (ie: everyone who belongs to your Kingdom). Each player takes - 5 damage ))
With one wrong step, Kat managed to slip and fall, causing her to end back at the start. Rubbing tenderly at her stab wound, the woman sneered up from where she had fallen before pulling herself back to her feet. Oh well.. time to start over.
Name: Kat Stats: White Knight HP: 29/50 Special Events: 9 (Rusted Key Found)7 (Slips and falls)1 (Hits an ally) Floor: 1 - 5 (BACK TO FIRST LEVEL LOL) Miasma Points: 5 Appearance: Looks like this
Another worthless riddle. Or... part of one? West fished in his pocket for a bit of sooty ash from one of his used up fuses and pushed up his sleeve, catching sight of his king's mark as he did so and smiling faintly. He scribbled what he had so far onto his forearm, before he forgot everything.
1 < 5 <
A smattering of debris fell onto his head and shoulders and he shielded his arm as he hurried on with a muttered curse.
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HP: 34/40
Kingdom: Red Rank: Pawn Miasma: 4 Floor: 6-10
Description: West is a long-haired, explosive-wielding citizen of the Red kingdom. KA-BOOM
Events:
You slip, and somehow notice a secret portal! You can skip immediately to floor 11. You slip, and find yourself reeling backwards. You end up in the ground floor (but no need to roll events again). You spot an odd rusted key. It actually seems extremely out of place in the staircase you are standing on. You pick it up.
More debris continued to fall, knocking Mot about as he tried to climb further up, floor after floor. His legs hurt, his injuries hurt. He began to almost forget why he was here. Why was he even doing this. But his whites would return to him, and he'd press on, in pain but knowing what he went through was for the greater good.
Another piece of debris here and there, and another bit of Miasma. He hadn't found much in a long while.
Etchings continued to catch his interest. They meant something for certain. But what, he wasn't sure.
Feeling lost, a warm feeling somehow seemed to guide him forward once more. He felt better. His cuts and scrapes didn't hurt quite as much. He sighed softly, looking behind him, wondering if maybe one of his Kinsman had helped him.
But no one was there..
<> HP: 33/50 + 10 = 43/50 Events used: + 10 HP Miasma: 13 Kingdom: Red Role: Rook Description: Mot is awesome? He was a chiropractor, and now he is trying to save his Kingdom. He's mild mannered, friendly, and sometimes a little clumsy when he is nervous.
So this was the Silver kingdom. "Certainly is different, huh?" Candace looked all around as she and Po walked the streets of what had been a lovely place, probably even as lively as the blue kingdom. Po nodded and kept close to Candace, holding the woman's hand and refusing to let go; Candace didn't mind, she liked Po's protectiveness right now. "Ah, there's the tower. Lets go see what we can find, hmm?"
Names: Candace and Po (Atropos) HP: 50/50 Kingdom: Blue Rank: Room Events: 3, 2 and 6 omg the dice love me <333 Floor: -- Miasma collected: -- Description: See avatar for Candace. Po is taller, with curly violet hair, and wearing a pinstripe suit.
Unfortunately for her, the second time through these floors were a little more treacherous, what with debris collapsing over head constantly. If she was lucky, she would make it through to the end without having a concussion.
Rubbing at the back of her head, she could already feel a small bump forming from where part of the ceiling had come down on her head. Wincing, the feline dropped her hand back to her side and pressed on.
She could to this.
Name: Kat Stats: White Knight HP: 21/50 Special Events: 9 (Rusted Key Found)7 (Slips and falls)1 (Hits an ally) Floor: 6 - 10 Miasma Points: 8 Appearance: Looks like this
Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 11:32 am
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“It wasn’t an outbreak” he informed two of the gangsters from the group. “It was more like an earth quick.” He stared at the tower. “It’s different… it’s much taller than it was before.” He frowned wondering if he would be able to find his old dwelling. “I have someplace I need to go.”
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HP: 50/50 Kingdom: Silver working with blue Rank: Wild card Floor: Ground Miasma Points: 0 Character: Andrew Description: He is small, looking around 14 or 15, and dressed in silver cloths. Short stubby horns protrude from his head and he has a pair of short useless wings that animate when he’s upset. His colorings are various browns and tans. Slung over his shoulder is a bag. Events “ 10- pick up a vial 10- pick up a vial 7- fall down the stairs
Melvin jumped as Andrew caught up, moving behind Saliva as he tried to catch his breath. Saliva on the other hand looked the tower and then back at the man. "Earthquake? Do you get a lot of those? Where are you going? We should stick together." She informed him. "You're not just a Silver now. You're part of our kingdom now." She said.
"Saliva." She offered her hand. "This is Melvin. I'm his bodyguard, but I can watch over you too."
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Names: Melvin Wood / Saliva Current HP remaining: 40/40 Rank Ability : Pawn Character kingdom: Blue Kingdom Floor: Entering Miasma Gathered:
Character description:b[/] Melvin is a tall blonde man in glasses, skinny and skittish. Dressed in jeans, sneakers, and a blue hoodie that he seems to be hiding in, he's guarded by a busty, tan, exotic beauty named Saliva. The guard is wearing a tank top, skirt, and baseball cap, with large, long ringlets or red hair down her back.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 11:40 am
Alexei took the hint very well, and backed off as far as he could without going down any stairs. "Sorry ma'am, huge mistake."
Though, honestly? It was a good one - she had quite the rump.
Seussi
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Character: Alexei Current HP: 35/40 Kingdom: Green Current Sector: Base of Tower Events: 4,6,1 Miasma: 2
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 11:42 am
Roch stared up at the stairs. They looked as if they would fall down at any moment--and according to his PDA, he had 8 miasma. For a moment he was tempted--tempted to prove that he was stupid enough to have a rank title.
Then he snorted, decided that even if he proved it they would NEVER make him a ranking officer. Not an ex-pirate that didn't even like the guys in charge now. "Screw 'em," he said, tapping on his PDA.
Then he was gone, taking his 8 miasma with him.
Name: Roch Status: White pawn - cyberpunk with a nano-tech right arm HP: 20/40 SE: 1 - used, 7 - used, 10 - used Miasma: 8 Floor: 11
The tower seemed to be growing worse as he climbed to the next floor, he was certain it was falling around them, steadily collapsing. Perhaps it would fall the next second, or maybe it would last hours yet, or days. There was no way to know, but it would be unwise to let his guard down.
For all his caution, he could not completely escape the debris, several pieces falling far too close for comfort. And while he was able to avoid most, there were those he had not reacted fast enough to avoid, including one that had struck soundly on his tail. It was a strike that had elicited a roar of anger more than pain. He did not like when things hit his tail, IT HURT!
There was one especially large rock he had been forced to draw his glaive to deflect, blocking the stone with the shaft then sending it crashing down the stairs. Hopefully it didn't hit anyone else...
Description: Very tall and slender, Sheridan is a dragon with a long tail, wings, and antlers. He carries a glaive
events: 2) You feel a warm hand guiding you, you feel safer, but for some reason as you turn around, noone is close by. You are healed for 10 HP 3) You feel a glimmer in the air: it seems like someone has left a valuable artifact here! You pick up +2 Miasma Points 5) Your carelessness summons a whole swarm of strange mist-like creatures! They attack everyone in your party (ie: everyone who belongs to your Kingdom). Each player takes - 5 damage ))
“No. I’m not part of your kingdom, or anyone’s.” He frowned. What, did she think he automatically converted? “I’m going to my old room to...” see if his brother was still there. He paused and too a breath finishing the sentence, “pick up some supplies. There might be something useful there.”
He looked at her hand and then finally took it. "I'm Andrew."
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HP: 50/50 Kingdom: Silver working with blue Rank: Wild card Floor: Ground Miasma Points: 0 Character: Andrew Description: He is small, looking around 14 or 15, and dressed in silver cloths. Short stubby horns protrude from his head and he has a pair of short useless wings that animate when he’s upset. His colorings are various browns and tans. Slung over his shoulder is a bag. Events “ 10- pick up a vial 10- pick up a vial 7- fall down the stairs
