Lex scampered up the stairs, trying to be more careful as he went and not knock more debris on him. It worked for most of the floors, yet he still found himself being hit by large chunks of masonry and lumps of rocks.
He climbed and climbed and climbed, until finally reaching the landing of the twenty-first floor. He...needed a slight break.
Slumping down, he began to hum an old tavern song.
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Character: Alexei Current HP: 23/40 Kingdom: Green Current Sector: 21 Events: 4,6,1 Miasma: 4
Was it just him or were these stairs getting longer? it clearly had changed in the tower. the glances he took out the window only bothered him more, miasma was still steaming up out of the tower. more debris his him by surprise and he was caught off guard taking a face full. but some how... he felt like he had a lot more power about him. perhaps the miasma was attracted to him because he was of the kingdom. or maybe it was dumb luck. He coughed a little trying to clear his lungs though as he made his way up.
He found another etch on a stairwell, "Infinity is less than one." what was this? He made a note and continues rolling the numbers over his thoughts, it was better then thinking of other things, and possibly slipping again.
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HP: 32/50 -9 Kingdom: Silver working with blue Rank: Wild card Floor: Ground Miasma Points: 7 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
Rolled too early. sorry about that. I'll roll again when it's time.
Levi went up; her feet not doing as well as she'd like. The upside of not having her shoes on was that she hadn't seemed to fall on the steps. the bad thing was that she now resorted to stepping on fallen stone and debris while she climbed. It wasn't a pleasant feel, but wasn't about to complain about it either. Her feet could bleed so long as she acquired what was needed.
Her miasma were tucked into her sleeve in a hidden pocket. Before she hit the next landing, the Queen noticed another written saying on a step: infinity is less than one. Well now that didn't quite fit-
! Levi climbed up the last step and spun to see the fireworker bid her welcome. How long have you been here?
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Name: Levi Kingdom: Red Rank: Phoenix (Queen) HP: 41 Miasma points: 13 Floor: 11-20 Appearance: As depicted in avatar and sig. Minus shoes.
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7) You slip, and find yourself reeling backwards. You end up in the ground floor (but no need to roll events again)
10) You manage to find a glowing vial of what you realize are Miasma Points. You pick up +5 Miasma Points.
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)
It was time for more scampering up the broken tower. Damien prayed that maybe there was a balloon there to help him get down safely afterwards.
The plaque the was covered in a thin film of powder here caught his eye and intrigue "what did this one have to say?" he pondered and read the description.
Infinity is less than one.
Did it make infinity a negative number, or a number just under one. it was something to ponder as he continued the trek up the other floors. If there was one, there were possibly many that he missed.
He knew he had to find the others and get the missing info. "leeevi, weeeeesssttuuusss" they had to be around here somewhere. hopefully not a casualty of a falling rock.
EVENTS 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) 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)
Five floors down. Who knew how many to go? The Sun smiled as she continued her careful trek upwards. The falling debris was even worse up here. Was it because the damage was worse higher up, or was the collapse slowly gaining momentum? That question occupied her mind for a few moments, as the Sun imagined the tower collapsing around her. That would be a difficult situation to get out of, she admitted, and looked to the out wall. If worse came to worse, she'd see if she could knock out a section of the wall and try to jump clear of the Tower. Of course, that would probably only work in these lower floors. The higher she went, the more risk there would be.
The Sun grinned. This was a gamble the Wheel of Fortune probably appreciated.
As she proceeded, she managed to find more miasma, but also took quite a bit more damage as the tower shifted around her. She did her best to avoid the worst of it, and continued onward.
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Name: The Sun Kingdom: Shadow (Black) Rank: Knight HP: 37/50 Miasma points: 6 Floor: 6-10
Description: The Sun is a petite Shadow in ornate armor, which glimmers from the golden light she seems to give off. Her head is mostly covered in a hood, save for the face, which is half-covered by a mask with the sun carved into its surface like a singular eye. The mouth beneath the mask is rarely seen without a smile.
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Events: 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 7) You slip, and find yourself reeling backwards. You end up in the ground floor (but no need to roll events again) 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
The first set of narrow hallways was sheer torture.
There was always that quiet rumble around him, causing Than to cower slightly as he went along, head bent, casting wary glances around him as though his hunched posture would shield him from harm. It didn't, of course, the first floor dropped a rock on his shoulder, causing the slight male to stumble, catching himself on torn hands, the shock of agony muffled by the liberally applied adhesive strips curled 'round the cuts and scrapes. He smiled faintly at them as he made a dash for the next floor.
The next two were eerily similar in their abuse of him, cracked rocks falling from just above him, as though the boy's mere presence had screamed at them in warning, and they were silent, deadly sentinels trying to guard the lifeless kingdom from desecration. The fourth floor was no less kind, he tripped, stumbling on a crack in the floor, and a chunk of silvery, unyielding stone came to bruise the side of his until-this-point unscathed right wrist.
When he arrived at the final, he nearly collapsed, yelping in terror when a huge rock came crashing down beside him, and in his desperate attempt to avoid, he crashed into yet another.
"Th-Than is no good at thislike." He mourned, "Than will have to be veryveryvery bouncefilled." What he likely meant was quick and resilient, but it translated perfectly within his own headspace.
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Character: Thannas Current HP: 50 - 5 = 45 Kingdom: Silver (helping Red) Current Floors: 1-5 ---> 6-10 Events: 9 (Rusted Key Found) 7 (Slips and falls) 1 (Hits an ally) Miasma Points: 4 Time: N/A Description: Thannas is a 5'3" pale-skinned young man with long dark hair, the top half pulled up into a high ponytail. He's sporting a white peasant's shirt, dark pants and a blue-trimmed silver tunic. He is barefoot. He's currently terribly battered and wearing an adhesive bandage over his right eye (and a few other places).
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Sheridan had settled to sit against the wall at the top of the stairs leading to the 21st floor, his back against the wall, weapon across his lap. He would rest here for a while.
...What was that?
He turned, having felt a presence near him, but when he looked he saw nothing. He did feel better though, warm, the ache of his injuries vanishing. He would rest a little longer and then continue his climb.
Oh, there was someone there, familiar faces, warriors of his kingdom. Had they had anymore more success than he had?
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 ))
As he made his way up, taking the final step onto the solid ground of level six, the battered youngster missed the staircase entirely, and with a cry of sheer terror, scrabbling at the stone 'neath his fingers to no avail. He saw the walls whisk by all around him, and he curled, pulling limbs in tight so that they wouldn't be damaged any more than the fall was already slamming Than about.
When finally...it all came to a jarring halt, and he stared upwards, realizing dumbfoundedly that he'd skidded all the way to the ground floor once more. Whimpering, it took him a few seconds to clamber shakily to his feet. "O-oooh. Than is alive and neverevereverever wants to do that again." He murmured, owl-eyed and pale white from the shock of his fall.
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Character: Thannas Current HP: 45 Kingdom: Silver (helping Red) Current Floors: 6-10 ---> Ground Events: 9 (Rusted Key Found) 7 (Slips and falls) 1 (Hits an ally) Miasma Points: 4 Time: N/A Description: Thannas is a 5'3" pale-skinned young man with long dark hair, the top half pulled up into a high ponytail. He's sporting a white peasant's shirt, dark pants and a blue-trimmed silver tunic. He is barefoot. He's currently terribly battered and wearing an adhesive bandage over his right eye (and a few other places).
The second attempt at these floors was far less brutal, with floors two and five sparing him the penalty of falling debris, the others though, were still unkind, still angrily spitting their ruined emissaries down to shatter about him. Than was now cradling one arm to him, as it throbbed with movement, the shoulder aching. Still usable, but no need to strain it.
Curious fingers, this round, brushed an etching in the walls. "One is less than five." The young man canted his head to the side, examining for a moment before pressing on, "So it indeed is-ly." Another almost melodic utterance, trying to find that calm within himself. That calm that spoke of home.
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Character: Thannas Current HP: 45 - 3 = 42 Kingdom: Silver (helping Red) Current Floors: 1-5 Events: 9 (Rusted Key Found) 7 (Slips and falls) 1 (Hits an ally) Miasma Points: 4 Time: N/A Description: Thannas is a 5'3" pale-skinned young man with long dark hair, the top half pulled up into a high ponytail. He's sporting a white peasant's shirt, dark pants and a blue-trimmed silver tunic. He is barefoot. He's currently terribly battered and wearing an adhesive bandage over his right eye (and a few other places).
Millie woke up outside the observatory. Trying not to think about what she just did, Millie opened the door. Surely this was to the greatest cache of Miasma that ever was and she was the first to find it!
Wait... The room was.... Empty?
Stunned, Millie looked around the room. There were... Some things. A broken mirror, a broken instrument. Millie wasn't sure if this was just the natural state of disrepair that everything was in or that someone had actually been fighting up here.
Surely there was SOMETHING here? This is where the Voice told her to go...
Walking gingerly around the fragile room, it was the mirror that caught Millie's eye. Some sort of broken piece? No, it was.... it was a keyhole!
Millie held up the rusty key she had found. Surely it wouldn't be this one, would it?
Opening the lock with ease, Millie looked inside the cache to see... a chest? Millie saw many chests and tried carrying more, but after a bit of a struggle, it was quite apparent she could only carry one back with her. She hoped she would be able to leave this strange tower soon and get back to her king with this.... chest. Hopefully it contained enough miasma to save her kingdom from the same fate as this tower...
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Name: Millie Kingdom: Reflection Kingdom Rank: Pawn HP: 19/40 Miasma points: 13 and a +10 box Floor: Observatory
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
Justice was never one to be slow - or delayed - but he had for a short while lost sight of Judgement as she had slipped into the ruins of the tower, and so it was with some chagrin that he sprinted after her, attempting to make up lost time. As much as he would have liked to explore the ruins on the ground in further depth, there was no time - no time to spare as he made his way after Amarus.
Where Judgement went, Justice followed - together they would prevail.
When she turned to face him to deliver more of their chant, his lips curled into a grin and he replied - "To extend our reach to the stars above..."
His spiked chain began to swing in his right hand, always at the ready. He wasn't sure who might be lurking around the corner - but he did know one thing.
If someone attacked either Judgement or himself - they were in for a world of trouble.
Following Amarus - he would keep a keen on on Judgement's back - for he knew she had her eyes on his.
The quest had begun!
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Name: Aezeloth Tarot: Justice Kingdom + Rank: Black ... Dark Herald (Pawn)
HP: 40/40 Floor: Entering. Events: 1, 1, 3 Miasma: N/A Description: Aezeloth-Justice is a Shadow with rust-red outlines and eyes. He carries a spiked-chain made of shadow. He looks very much like his student form - save that his wings are a bit more tattered and frayed at the edges. A good example would be here!
Melvin and Saliva took their time, but the higher they went, the more the winds and slightest move caused an avalanche of debris. It seemed not too many people had come this way and for good reason. While they were doing fair enough, larger and larger rocks and wood were falling on them. Saliva was finding it hard to keep Melvin from getting hurt, and kept him as close to herself as possible. She regretted now dressing in a coat at least.
"I'm going to need a shower after this."
"A LONG one." Melvin pouted, shaking his hoodie sleeves as dust flew off.
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Names: Melvin Wood / Saliva Current HP remaining: 28/40 Rank Ability : Pawn Character kingdom: Blue Kingdom Floor: FLOOR 11-20 Miasma Gathered: 8
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.
Than was beginning to suffer from the delusion that he was getting better at this. The next set of stairs, though fraught with even more peril from the last, the ground shaking beneath his bare feet until the sky came crashing all about him, shattering into a thousand pieces, or worse yet clipping him, bruising him...hit him but four times for all his trouble, more than once causing the young man to pick himself up bodily from the cold stone floor. Ah gods...
Sucking in a long, deep breath, he looked once more to his hands, and the bandages that had been wrapped 'round them by friendly fingers. He still had to find them, he had to help them... Stubbornly curling digits into fists, he set his jaw in a determined fashion, forcing tired feet, the calloused pads aching with the abuse, to take those steps forward.
He still had a long way to go.
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Character: Thannas Current HP: 42 - 4 = 38 Kingdom: Silver (helping Red) Current Floors: 6-10 Events: 9 (Rusted Key Found) 7 (Slips and falls) 1 (Hits an ally) Miasma Points: 4 + 4 = 8 Time: 5:10 > 7:10 CST Description: Thannas is a 5'3" pale-skinned young man with long dark hair, the top half pulled up into a high ponytail. He's sporting a white peasant's shirt, dark pants and a blue-trimmed silver tunic. He is barefoot. He's currently terribly battered and wearing an adhesive bandage over his right eye (and a few other places).
She had reached the top level of stairs. Terra swallowed loudly, wishing, just once, that she had asked someone to come with her rather than take the stairs alone. She didn't want to fail. She didn't really want to die, either. but at the top of the tower was something--something important to both the fallen silver kingdom and her own.
"I will not fail you, my King," she said. She wouldn't. She would move as carefully as she could, she thought as she stepped forward on gentle silk slippers.
When she reached the top, though, she let out a little squeal of joy--and something happened. Misty creatures appeared all around her, and scattered--leaving one to hit her hard.
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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
SORRY RED!!
Name: Terra Status: Red Pawn HP: 20/40 Miasma: 6 SE: 5 - mist creature attack, 9 - rusted key(got), 2 - +10 hp Floor 21- 40 (pass)
