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Nothing Yet rolled 1 12-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-12)
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 Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 9:05 pm
Quote: EVENT 5: You drink a drink that tastes a little savory-sour. You dream a dream where you are of a different faction (pick and choose a different one). Here, you are shown around by (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). They give you informative advice such as (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has). You adjust to your new life.
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Nothing Yet rolled 1 12-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-12)
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 9:22 pm
Quote: EVENT 6: You drink a drink that tastes a little alcoholic. You dream a dream where everything you experienced is a part of an online game. The actual name of your best friend and identity is (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You play around with them and they are more than happy to give you MMO advice saying (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has).
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Nothing Yet rolled 1 12-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-12)
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 9:40 pm
Quote: EVENT 10: You drink a drink that tastes a little citrusy. You dream a dream where you go to Pigfarts school of magic. You are sorted into one of four Houses (you pick the names) and you encounter a rival while you are getting your wand, and they are (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You say something to them and they respond with (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has).
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Nothing Yet rolled 1 12-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-12)
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 9:58 pm
Quote: EVENT 1: You drink a drink that tastes a little sweet-sour. You immediately drift off and dream a dream where you are a hero rescuing a princess (the person who posts above you, if nobody posts above you, you can just choose a friend of your character's). The princess says whatever garbled dialogue the person who posted above you did. If they didn't say anything, the princess simply continues to shout "save me" dramatically. You must woo the princess out of a burning tower and then escape (or something like that).
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 10:10 pm
Quote: Event 12: You drink a drink that tastes a little peachy.. You dream a dream where you are in a fantastic, colourful forest setting. A girl is seated on a mushroom but she has no face, just a blue dress and white apron with gold hair. She beckons you forward, and gives you a small hug. "You can do it", she whispers, and then you are back in this room, and in front of you is the open door. You exit.
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Seussi rolled 1 12-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-12)
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 10:39 pm
Upon awakening from her odd little dream, Shaheen grabbed for another glass, hoping that this time she chose correctly.This one reminded her of alcohol, and she instantly made a face, tempted to spit it out, but reminding herself that this might be the one she needed to get through the door, she chugged it down. ----------------- WarQueen walked upon a path, with KillSteal at her side. They were meant to be planning a raid, but he seemed quite excited about something, and wouldn't stop talking about it. "I got this really sweet drop from the Vorpal King lair, like it's a ******** 10k gold sell. I mean I can't even use it anyway, I've already got the Kingsbane greatsword anyway, that thing gets so many damn bonuses it makes the game easy mode. Or if I don't sell, I could always take it to the blacksmith, because apparently these things get you like ten adamantite pieces..."Stopping in her tracks, she turned towards him, before punching him in the shoulder to get him to stop as well. "Get the components, you idiot. Each alone could get you far more than a measley 10k, and the rarer pieces of armor require loads of adamantite. And speaking of, I believe you owe me some of the load for saving your a**."
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medigel rolled 1 12-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-12)
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 10:48 pm
Quote: EVENT 5: You drink a drink that tastes a little savory-sour. You dream a dream where you are of a different faction (pick and choose a different one). Here, you are shown around by (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). They give you informative advice such as (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has). You adjust to your new life.
This one did not.
Immediately he was transferred into what looked like a dorm room of some sort, mossy and damp and full of flora. He moved to rub at his eyes and saw what looked like thick, lichen-covered limbs supporting him, and he felt the weight of horns curled atop his head as well. He was a forest giant whose head was currently the perch of a twittering bird.
"Idiot."
There was a ghost talking to him who looked a bit redundant with wings since she was floating, but he was too stunned to answer at first. She seemed quite intent.
"I believe you owe me some of the load for saving your a**."
"Come again?" he asked, baffled and narrowing his eyes. "I didn't need your help. I could have put the fire out myself."
She scoffed and waved him off.
"Look, it's not my fault that the minipets ran rampant under that ghoul's shift! Who the hell feeds sugar to things made of fire anyway?" Jack grumped. "I go to get myself a snack and come back to half our s**t on fire. If I recall, I was about to dunk myself in the maul fountain when you decided to intervene, thanks . . ."
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chirigami rolled 1 12-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-12)
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 10:55 pm
The lethargy of the previous room, along with the wonderful tones in his head, seemed to vanish the moment he was out of that particular room. Another disappointment, just like the room before that nothing was going to carry over for him to enjoy or approach later - though, he did have his flask of water from that one pool. A small victory in the least.
The horseman passed into yet another room, the contrast stark from the others and glaringly so. Such white clean walls. He hissed under his breathe as he approached the table of vials. Another drinking game it seemed, so he plucked one up and brought it to his dry lips and tasted.
Acidic. Wonderful. Waits savored the flavor until... well..
He took careful calculated steps through the deprecated world rocked from the aftermath of their invasion, their victory, their destruction. He savored it really, the view all around him. The cities that crumbled and were lost, the humans that had been slaughtered and now scattered, trying to pick up any pieces of their miserable little lives.
There had been loses on their end as well, though they had not bothered the horsemen as much; he didn't really have friends. No one to miss. Except for his brother and that lose had been beyond words. Never before had Waits felt such a hole in his life before, such a hollow feeling and such pain. Even losing his home the first time hadn't hit and hurt like it had. Like it did. Part of him felt empty, a void that could never be filled.
Even by his small little companion, Jack the Stiletto Daeva, green of hue. The retched thing had been found in Halloween and kept; prodded and studied of course and managed to survive even the worst the alchemist could do to it. It had been allowed to remain, chose to stick close and always chattered in his ear - sometimes ate his inhabitants which was really annoying and tried to keep him company.
Together they searched through the abandoned streets, on the look out for strays or interesting finds. "Put the fire out myself." Jack chittered, his jaws clicking as he arched his back from her perch on Waits' shoulder. The alchemist paid his no mind as he lightly lifted a few boxes, revealing a nest of rats.
Hm... Lurks might have enjoyed those, he thought as he grabbed for a dead one. "Maul fountain.. maul fountain. Intervene."
"No, you don't get to intervene this time. You've eaten enough of my finds." Waits hissed back, swatting the thing on the nose. He replaced the box where he had left it and moved on as he had to for the day and the next. It was lonely, but it was his now. And he still had experiments to run...
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Seussi rolled 1 12-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-12)
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 11:01 pm
Coming back to herself with the sharp slap of reality, and the realization that she was still standing in front of the round table with it's many assorted drinks, Shaheen tilted her neck from side to side, lifting each shoulder as she did so, loosening up her joints. Fingers played along the edges of a few of the drinks, before she finally plucked one out of the group. This was the one. She could feel it. Raising it to her lips, she found that the taste was quite sweet, and not entirely unpleasant. --------- Garbed in full battle gear, Shaheen found herself standing in front of a large crowd of gathered horsemen, the women and men of war who were awaiting her command. Flexing her hand that bore the mark of destruction, she let her gaze sweep over them all, her pose one of confidence, because she dare not let her weakness show. Because she was weak. She felt oh so very weak, and tired, and on the verge of dissipation. Somebody had taken away from her her power, her Fear. She would need to get it back. "You!" She pointed to one of the many faces in the crowd, a recognizable one that stepped forward at her command. Striding towards him, she reached out a hand, as if to touch him, perhaps to bless him before they flew out to battle. Her hand suddenly gripped within it a jewel encrusted dagger, and she drove it into the mans shoulder, leaving him stunned as the blade began to absorb his Fear, the jewels upon the hilt beginning to glow. Wrenching the weapon free, he collapsed to the ground, and Shaheen looked down at him with a hardened gaze. "I am sorry, but I am more important then you, and I need this." She lifted the dagger, and backed away, back into her position, resolutely ignoring the eyes that had all focused on her and what she had done. "I'm more important then any of you." She hissed, under her breath, once far enough away from the others that nobody could hear her.
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medigel rolled 1 12-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-12)
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 11:13 pm
Quote: EVENT 3: You drink a drink that tastes a little bitter-sour. You dream a dream where you have become the ultimate evil, and by choice. You have obtained great power, at a price. You witness prisoners captured, especially (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You say something to them and they respond with (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has). A choice is made.
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The day to day business of an absolute overlord kept him busy. Things had to be kept in working order, minions to be reminded not to take a toe out of line, wars to wage, bureaucracy to sigh at. Today, they had captured a new load of prisoners, remnants of the rebel force to the north: must have been a Tuesday.
He stepped down from his armored mount and swept his cloak back as he surveyed the line of creatures ranging from the skeletal to the thickset, stoic to fearful. There was a particularly proud one among them that he approached, eyes half-lidded as he regarded her.
"Your resistance has been crushed for years now," Jack said, a hand to the sword at his belt. "This game of cat and mouse has been going on for too long."
"You!" the woman screeched, her wings struggling against their binds with loud metal clinks. "I am more important than you!"
His brow raised. She was clearly mad.
"I'm more important than any--!"
In a flash the sword had slid from its scabbard and neatly separated her head from her neck. As blood flowed like a geyser from the wound, he turned to the rest, satisfied by the cowed look in their eyes.
"Does anyone else wish to contribute? No?" He signaled his soldiers to round them up and began to clean his sword with a vaguely disgusted look.
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Seussi rolled 1 12-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-12)
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 11:36 pm
Damn, so that hadn't been the correct drink either. Time for another! Shaheen selected her next drink completely at random again, and quickly took a swig. ------ "So we meet again, Jack!" She announced, standing at a crossroads with the green haired man facing her from the opposite side. A small crowd had gathered around them, slack jawed gawkers, exited fan girls and boys, anybody and everybody who knew the name of Shaheen, the minipet master! ...And possibly a few that might have also heard of Jack, but who really cared. "It's been a long time, Hawthorne." She continued with a cocky smirk, snapping her fingers so that her War Vaisel appeared at her side, it's back arched as it's tail lashed from side to side. "Are you so bold as to think that you can take me on now, hrm? I'm not the young girl you once thought to bully and mock. I have become." She struck a dynamic pose. "A true mini-pet master!" The man across from her gave her a bored look, his arms crossing over his chest before he yawned into a raised hand. "Your resistance has been crushed for years now," He stated, changing his position slightly, turning so that when he looked at her, it was from a sidelong glance from the corner of his eye. Slowly, his lips lifted into a cocky smirk of their own. "This game of cat and mouse has been going on for too long." He then summoned his own mini-pet , a demonic oh rats! slinking up to his side, baring it's teeth. "I agree." Shaheen practically purred in response. "Let's begin then, shall we?" Her vaisel stepped forward, ready to begin. "Does anybody else have anything to contribute?" Jack lifted his chin, and eyed the crowd around them, most of which went silent as they realized that s**t was bout to get real, son. "No?" His smirk lifted more, and he gestured at his pet, who leaped forward, prompting Shaheen's vaisel to do the same. The dream ended with a dynamic still frame of the two pets locked in vicious combat with one another, impossible to tell who held the upper hand or advantage.
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chirigami rolled 1 12-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-12)
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 11:45 pm
His eyes lifted lightly as he pulled himself from the small short snippet of a dream. The aftertaste was still pleasant at least even if what had been shown to him was less so; things had been ideal really but not if it meant the lose of his brother, the only other he cared about.
He let it pass and reached for another vial to taste. He didn't like the sweet taste it left on his tongue...
There was an amassed pile by his heap in the Lairs, one that had not been there before he had left it to go to collect some more storage bins - it could be said he was still adjusting and 'moving in' so to speak. His glowing eyes stared down at it before he knelt down to inspect the various items, haphazardly thrown down. Mostly likely from his brother, the odds and ends the scavenger decided not to keep for himself. He began to rummage, least to see what was there. Maybe put it all away completely later. Much later. When he felt like it. Would be a while.
Most of the items seemed broken, some chipped but not all worthless at least. Things that could be of some use in one way or another. Some glittered, some were tattered and some needed a little bit of a polish - maybe he could even barter with a bit of it for other items. He was low on paper and lighters and even things to go into the paper and be lit up and smoke. He made new piles of all of it, yet in the general collective area they were in.
Finally his hands came across it, the subject of this little dream. An urn or pitcher of some sort he pondered and rubbed lightly at the side of it. What happened, well, was very unexpected and actually spooked the placid alchemist and made him drop the thing when smoke arose from the the spout and out came a winged female. (Honestly, she looked like she was from the War clan, had the markings of it too. And looked half crazed....)
"Let's begin, shall we?" Her introduction apparently, she looked like she was enjoying herself, floating up there and looking down upon him with those eyes so similar to his own. Odd.
"Begin what?" He asked, collecting his composure and returning to his usual state of boredom.
"Your wish," she told him. "You can wish for anything she want." Now she was sounding annoyed, like she was supposed to be the most obvious thing in the world.
A wish, anything he wanted. His wings fluttered at the prospect as his face remained stoic. Briefly he glanced towards a few of the clansmen around, pondering what sort of wish that he could possibly ask this djinn. Anything, she had said. But what did he really want. There were many things he could say he desired; an ability like his brother's with the moths, bigger space, more room, his old experiments that had been lost on the island, the death of the human race - but then who would he get to torment? Those two clones that he managed to do his bidding. For something unfortunate to happen to Qarah. Countless others, so many ideas. So many possibilities.
His eyes flicked to her then as an idea rose in his mind, "I don't suppose you will allow me to study you." It didn't like a question at all, perhaps not even a wish but a small smile spread upon his dry lips as he got to his feet and raised a hand to cup her cheek. "Such power, I would like to know its secrets.... a wish will come later when I am done with you..."
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medigel rolled 1 12-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-12)
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 11:47 pm
Quote: EVENT 9: You drink a drink that tastes a little fizzy. You dream a dream where you have become the ultimate minipet collector and battle master. Your rival however, is the son of the Professor Deadoak, named (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You challenge them to a minipet battle and they respond with (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has). A choice is made.
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"Let's begin, shall we?"
His rival, Samuel Taylor Waits, stood opposite him, looking bored bordering on falling asleep as usual. Jack snorted as they selected their minipets, wishing they didn't have to bother. He had been training his soul eater for too long now to lose.
With a snap of his fingers, Bane lunged through the air and struck the first blow of the match. Neither of the minipet trainers were at a level where they needed to direct their partners; both stood back and let them struggle against each other, vaguely transfixed.
"Such power," Waits murmued. "I would like to know its secrets . . ."
"Nothing a lot of training and a strict diet can't make," Jack retorted with a shrug. Then again, his rival couldn't possibly know what a good meal was, judging from how he looked. Did the undead even understand the concept? More importantly . . .
He checked his watch and cursed. "I'm going to be late for a special appointment, you ingrate," Jack hissed. "I'll gladly kick your a** any other time of the week, however. Bane, finish it!"
The soul eater's eyes flared before it made one last charge, jaws clamping down on its opponent with a hungry force. When it was clear it was no longer struggling, Bane spat it back out.
"Go lie down in a ditch to nap, you seem to be good at those."
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medigel rolled 1 12-sided dice:
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Total: 10 (1-12)
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2014 1:24 am
Quote: EVENT 10: You drink a drink that tastes a little citrusy. You dream a dream where you go to Pigfarts school of magic. You are sorted into one of four Houses (you pick the names) and you encounter a rival while you are getting your wand, and they are (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You say something to them and they respond with (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has).
He had been sorted, naturally, into Sneakclaw, and he half-wondered if it was just because the sorting hat had been lazy, noticed his last name, and just went with the rest of his ancestors' fates. Not that he was ill-suited for it, but still.
During his wand picking, however, he found a spot of trouble when he and a classmate from Lionheart began fighting.
"Ingrate!"
"Idiot!"
"This is mine, you muggle piece of s**t!"
"Back off, fatass, I saw it first!"
The boys had gotten into a wrestling match on the floor before Jack knew it, and in second were separated by a quick spell from one of the teachers. "Detention, both of you!" the older woman barked, leering at them through her thick spectacles. "I'll expect you in my office tonight at seven sharp. No dinner."
Suppressing a whine, Jack threw the other boy a nasty look and was met with a smirk. "I'll gladly kick your a** any other time of the week," the boy hissed at him just as they were pulled away to opposite exits from the room.
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medigel rolled 1 12-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-12)
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2014 1:43 am
Quote: EVENT 1: You drink a drink that tastes a little sweet-sour. You immediately drift off and dream a dream where you are a hero rescuing a princess (the person who posts above you, if nobody posts above you, you can just choose a friend of your character's). The princess says whatever garbled dialogue the person who posted above you did. If they didn't say anything, the princess simply continues to shout "save me" dramatically. You must woo the princess out of a burning tower and then escape (or something like that).
s**t. How the hell did that tower get into such a state? ******** Chel did something stupid again, didn't she.
"Yo, Princess Tits for Brains, how about you wait right there while I save your a**?" Jack sighed. "And maybe just don't do anything at all until I get there. Don't even breathe."
"SAAAAAVE MEEEEEE!" came the dramatic reply regardless.
Quickly he broke through the door and began to dodge all manner of burning debris, fallen and falling. It was hard to get through the choking smoke, but eventually he got up to the tower, grabbed Princess Chel's arm roughly, and yanked her over his shoulder--this was apparentlye nough to charm her as she didn't really resist. Most daringly they made their escape, and upon collapsing on the grounds the tower caved in and became a smoldering pile of ash.
"Don't," Jack said testily before the princess got ideas, panting and wiping soot off his nice armor. "Just don't. No reward kisses. I take money. I can actually do something with that."
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