She'd never been very good at riddles, to be honest, and so Leo gave the warning carved into the floor nothing but a passing glance. It was neat enough and if the situation hadn't been so serious she might even have thought it interesting, if only for the proper 'adventurer-y' feel it gave the place. Alas, she had a job to do here, and standing around puzzling over weird warnings wasn't it.
So she'd better get on with it, and with that in mind the Mära made her way over to the first stairs, ready to start what would no doubt be a grueling climb, if nothing else.
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Leo, Officer of the White Kingdom. __ Leo is a Mära, hailing from the planet of Standichinis. 149 cm tall, small and compact with brown-verging-on-red skin, red eyes and long, dark brown tentacle-feelers instead of hair, coming down to below her bum. She usually keeps them in a ponytail, and wears something in the style of this outfit in nearly all white, with the occasional dark red accent. HP 40/40 HP Rank Pawn
Current Floor Ground Floor Miasma Points 0 Special Events 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) (0/1) 9: You spot an odd rusted key. It actually seems extremely out of place in the staircase you are standing on. You pick it up (0/1) 9: You spot an odd rusted key. It actually seems extremely out of place in the staircase you are standing on. You pick it up (0/1)
Climbing up the staircases turned out to be more hazardous than she'd thought, and as her attention strayed to some writing etched into one of the staircases, a falling piece of debris managed to catch her on the arm. Cursing lowly, Leo rubbed her arm and scowled at the stupid thing that had hit her before kicking it away. Maybe it'd hit someone else, preferably from another Kingdom. Wouldn't that be nice.
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Leo, Officer of the White Kingdom. __ Leo is a Mära, hailing from the planet of Standichinis. 149 cm tall, small and compact with brown-verging-on-red skin, red eyes and long, dark brown tentacle-feelers instead of hair, coming down to below her bum. She usually keeps them in a ponytail, and wears something in the style of this outfit in nearly all white, with the occasional dark red accent. HP 39/40 HP Rank Pawn
Current Floor 1-5 Miasma Points 0 Special Events 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) (0/1) 9: You spot an odd rusted key. It actually seems extremely out of place in the staircase you are standing on. You pick it up (0/1) 9: You spot an odd rusted key. It actually seems extremely out of place in the staircase you are standing on. You pick it up (0/1)
"Aw, well. My mistake. To each their own then, though I hope we can stay on good terms." At least till the end or till her King said otherwise.
"Pretty impressive place you have here." She said, jabbing a thumb at the tower. She moved with Melvin clinging to her side, as they entered the tower.
Walking inside the massive tower, she looked around and realized it certainly wasn't like the casino. The place groaned and when walking in, a few rocks started to fall from overhead. Covering Melvin, she moved out of the way, managing to get hit by one rock and not a very big one.
"This place really took some damage."
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Names: Melvin Wood / Saliva Current HP remaining: 38/40 Rank Ability : Pawn Character kingdom: Blue Kingdom Floor: FLOOR 1 -5 Miasma Gathered: 1
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.
3) You feel a glimmer in the air: it seems like someone has left a valuable artifact here! You pick up +2 Miasma Points
While Melvin was being protected, he noticed something glimmering on the ground by his feet, slightly covered by dust and fallen rocks. Reaching down, he noticed a strange artifact, and turned it in his hands. It had a strange energy, and he decided to pocket it before washing his hands with a wet wipe.
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Names: Melvin Wood / Saliva Current HP remaining: 38/40 Rank Ability : Pawn Character kingdom: Blue Kingdom Floor: FLOOR 1 -5 Miasma Gathered: 3
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.
“Yeah… it’s a bit different then it was before.” he said trying to dodge some of the debris, but not managing to void all of it. At least they seemed to accept that he wasn't part of the group. “I’ll stick with your group for now. I mean, after I am done here.”
Instead of heading to the stairs he took a left turn, not really caring if they followed or not. He had to get to his room, and… hope it was as empty as the streets.
((floors 1-5))
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HP: 47/50 Kingdom: Silver working with blue Rank: Wild card Floor: Ground Miasma Points: 1 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
The tower was even more unstable from what he could tell. More and more things were crumbling down. It was difficult to move without bumping into something.
It was madness. Along the way, as he barreled on through, he managed to scoop up a few bits of miasma, which he held close. At some point while he ascended the falling tower, the Dark Herald felt a warm hand guiding him through. It was a soothing feeling.
Though when he turned to see who it was, he saw no one.
He looked around, but there wasn't anyone around that it could have been.
Name:Jericho HP: 33-6+10=37 Kingdom: Shadow Pawn (Dark Herald) Appearance: Dark shadow with twisted horns. Wears a flowing cloak and a greatsword at his back. Area: 11-20 Miasma: 4
1) The tower is tall, and creates suspicion and paranoia. You see a shadow leaping at you, and in a fit of fear you attack them. It is your ally. You do damage equal to your RANK's melee dice (ie: if you are a Queen you do 2d12 - 4 damage, ouch!) If you are the only player from your Kingdom here, you do this damage to yourself 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 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
((Last roll at 12:16 PM. Using 2/3 special events.))
This was the eleventh floor, now. The Hierophant quickened her pace, inspired by the thought of reaching her goal. The King would lavish her with praise when she managed to return with so much miasma, and her eyes glowed with pleasure. Overconfidence might very well be her undoing, however.
The entire tower suddenly trembled beneath her feet, and Nevena froze with a sudden sense of dread. Without warning, a large area of the ceiling above simply gave in, knocking her off her feet and onto the ground. She lay there for several moments, her gaze swimming even as she desperately tried to focus her mind and figure out what the hell had happened.
With a grunt, Nevena managed to roll to her side, her vision still swimming even as she staggered to her feet. Luck. That could have killed her, and then where would she be?
Something warm suddenly stroked itself between her thin shoulders, and she stiffened. In an instant, the Shadow had spun, a knife in each hand, ready to be loosed upon whoever was foolish enough to creep up on her. Nothing by dust and rubble greeted her gaze, and Nevena lowered her weapons uncertainly.
Somehow, despite it all, she felt a bit--better. Like something was reassuring her that she was on the right path.
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HP: 42 + 10 - 9 = 41/50 HP Rank: Dread Cleric of the Shadow Kingdom (Rook) Location: Floors 11-20 Description: A dark, thin being composed of shadow. She is clad in a ragged, ripped dress and shadow-like snakes writhe about on top of her head. Miasma: 7 + 6 = 13
Special Events: 1. You manage to find a glowing vial of what you realize are Miasma Points. You pick up +5 Miasma Points. 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 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
Still tiny she stepped in to the next room. Panting the debris was so much bigger when she was this small. Atleast she had found some shiny miasma before taking a break.
"Surely the commander would understand..."
She mused as she took off towards the tiny opening. To escape the tower.
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3) You feel a glimmer in the air: it seems like someone has left a valuable artifact here! You pick up +2 Miasma Points 10) You manage to find a glowing vial of what you realize are Miasma Points. You pick up +5 Miasma Points (x2).
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Lumikki is a six tailed fox. She is wearing a white skirt with black trim and a fluffy top. To compliment her kingdom and self. HP :: 15/40 Kingdom :: White Rank :: Pawn Points :: 16 + 6 = 22 Events :: used Rom :: 11-20
While Andrew turned left, Saliva moved to the stairs but stopped a moment. "Hey, we're heading up, kay?" Her job from the King was to get to the top, and she wasn't about to hang around with someone who wasn't aligned with them. She also didn't want to keep Melvin here too long and strain his already fragile nerves. "Maybe we can meet up later. Good luck and be safe!" She called, and headed up to the next floor.
Moving to the other floors, the debris fell in heavy and unpredictable clumps. The further up they went, the less she was able to dodge the falling rocks and wood and was pelted along with her charge.
"Some luck!" Melvin huffed, tugging his hood closer to his face to keep the dust off of him.
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Names: Melvin Wood / Saliva Current HP remaining: 33/40 Rank Ability : Pawn Character kingdom: Blue Kingdom Floor: FLOOR 6-10 Miasma Gathered: 4
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.
Go back and take some miasma home to make sure her kingdom does not fall? Go forward and take home a bigger prize and prove to her king and the Voice that she is destined for something greater?
The two options were too much and failing now would mean the death of her kingdom. Millie ran around the floor she was on like a maniac and attacked a nearby member of the Grief kingdom that looked like a ball of fluff before dashing through the next door to her doom.
Events: 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) 3) You feel a glimmer in the air: it seems like someone has left a valuable artifact here! You pick up +2 Miasma Points 9) You spot an odd rusted key. It actually seems extremely out of place in the staircase you are standing on. You pick it up
Somewhere along the way Terra had picked up a rusted key, pocketing it in a hidden picket in her skirt. She looked up the stairs, wondering if she would be considered a traitor of her group if she stopped. And (unlike Roch) she couldn't stand the idea of letting her kingdom down. She had promised her life for her kingdom, and she would boldly go forward.
Besides, the key had to go to something, right? With that and the image of Xiu firmly in her mind, she kept going. She was going to do her best! That's what a good handmaiden always did.
Name: Terra Status: Red Pawn HP: 25/40 Miasma: 6 SE: 5 - mist creature attack, 9 - rusted key(got), 2 - +10 hp
They didn’t follow him. Good. He didn’t want to deal with them for this anyways, just in case it was… he didn't want to think about it until he got there..
Instead of heading directly up the tower Andrew headed directly for his old dwelling. He had to find someone. Or at least make a confirmation. He broke away from the others who had arrived, it seemed they were more focused on climbing, he would catch up soon enough. The halls had warped and changed, but it was mostly the same. His old room was still there, as was his brother.
One of the shelves full of wood carvings had fallen over, and the body was crushed underneath. Blood pooled staining the wood rusted red. He checked uselessly for a pulse, knowing the answer already. The silver glow was gone, he was one of the first victims of the voice. He couldn’t hold back the tears and rubbed his eyes, trying not to lose it again. They came anyway and he spent a few minutes unable to move before he finally calmed enough to start pilfering the rest of the room. He took his brother’s good utility knife, he didn’t need it anymore, and found a vial of miasma which was probably his mother’s. Having finished that, he took one of the silks and put it over his brother’s face before leaving, going up the tower.
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HP: 47/50 Kingdom: Silver working with blue Rank: Wild card Floor: Ground Miasma Points: 1 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
Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 1:09 pm
Staring at the stairway up to floor 21 and above, Clyde simply made a wincing sound before jumping down the many flights of stairs, and towards the exit. Something about this place bothers him, and he's not going to risk it just yet. Hopefully the others will be okay.
GOOD LUCK GUYS.
[ Exiting ]
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Character: Clyde – A Stone Lion of the Red Kingdom Current HP remaining: 34/40 HP Rank: Pawn
Current Floor: 11-20 Miasma Points - 18
Special Events [ You feel a glimmer in the air: it seems like someone has left a valuable artifact here! You pick up +5 Miasma Points ] [ 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. ] [ You manage to find a glowing vial of what you realize are Miasma Points. You pick up +5 Miasma Points. ]
(( Entering from the Green Kingdom! And feeling clueless about everything. |D ))
Slinking up to the entrance, Blake looked around to get his bearings. Being brash was a sure way to get oneself snuffed out. Trying to mute his inner glow, he slipped inside.
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HP: 40/40 Kingdom: Green Rank: Pawn Floor: Ground
Character & Description: Blake Nightshade is a Psion-class Shardmind. His form is masculine(ish) and he appears to be made of obsidian and small patches of gold. Age is hard to tell, but based on the physique, he's in his early teens.
Special Events: 6, 1, 1 6) You slip, and somehow notice a secret portal! You can skip immediately to floor 11. 1) The tower is tall, and creates suspicion and paranoia. You see a shadow leaping at you, and in a fit of fear you attack them. It is your ally. You do damage equal to your RANK's melee dice (ie: if you are a Queen you do 2d12 - 4 damage, ouch!) If you are the only player from your Kingdom here, you do this damage to yourself.
