Ernst didn't even care about dignity right now - although, honestly, probably no one had any idea who he was. He hadn't been watching when anyone else had been turned - he'd been too busy freaking out about his own shrinking. Why was he this thing now, when he'd been a giraffe before?
Being a giraffe would've been easier. At least now, though, he could clamber atop the vines as he tore through them. He just wanted to get through those - those stairs. Which he really did hope he could climb, at this size.
Character Name:Ernst Nzikobankunda Brief description of character: A very tall, friendly but airheaded man with a tendency to ramble. He looks tired and run-down, and is wearing a worn-down teal shirt, a jacket tied around his head, and black floral underwear. Don't ask.
Current Form: Small animal - water chevrotain Character HP: 45/45 Damage: 5 Total Damage: 73 i think
Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2016 6:05 pm
This was ridiculous. Mal made another of those angry huffy noises, stamping his clawed feet as he dug at more vines. Dratted things. But now he'd gotten close enough to see Circe's face... and her fear made his conscience twitch.
Current Form: Medium Animal: Pangolin Character HP: 40/40 Damage: 8 (auto-damage) Total Damage:81/100
Character Name:Mal Gherig Brief description of character: Mal is the the quintessential ice prince; cool in a crisis, he keeps a space of calm around himself even when the world is falling to pieces, but what you see on the surface isn't necessarily what's going on beneath. He has no fear of appearing like an a*****e in order to play devil's advocate, and will frequently go out of his way to do so in order to force others to think about their choices.
Zebulon slashed with his claws, drawing blood easily.
As much as he didn't want to be stuck in this form, in the back of his mind he acknowledged that he was hitting much easier when he had claws and sharp teeth to deal with. He was easily overpowering the animals in front of him.
Perhaps he should have been a little more alarmed when he saw the Gothic Animals in front of him falling down like flies, but he was too busy being enraged with Circe. He needed to bring her down. He saw the terror in her eyes -- was this what they could call smelling fear?
The vines came up, and Zebulon knew he had to get through them. He ran forward, bounding on all fours, slashing through the vines to get at the Witch Queen once and for all.
He wanted to be done with this bayou.
Current Form: Lion - Large Character HP: 35/35 Damage: 12 Total Damage: 93/100
Character Name:Zebulon Castaneda Brief description of character: Zebulon accompanies his even temper and clear mind with an oft-frustrating tendency to be snarky even in the most serious moments, needling people far past the point he should. Tagging along is a need for control, tempered by the fact that he does usually know what he's talking about. His normal ease seems lessened at current, though his control over himself is back now that he's removed enough from the conflict with the metal vulture.
Deity: Athena Weapon: Shield HP: 56 Minicert: n/a
Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2016 6:05 pm
When the fighting stopped, Beth smiled. Alpaca smiles were cute and full-faced. But there was something in Beth's expression that counteracted the cuteness. There was an edge to it. And she leaned down and bit the last large chunk out of the vine-y obstruction, before bursting through it bodily, clicking in triumph.
Current Form: Animal--Large--Alpaca Character HP: 35 Damage: 12 Total Damage: 105/100 Weapon: Whip (agile ranged)
Character Name:Beth Almasy Brief description of character: A sweet but skittish beauty who's lived in the lap of luxury her whole life, Beth doesn't quite know what she's doing. She's always willing to support and cheer on her friends, mostly so she doesn't actually have to lift a finger.
Deity: Hera WC: , Total: 2441
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2016 6:05 pm
The tendrils of vines fell away, and with a last sort of annoyed gesture, Rose shot one of the threadbare ones hanging on.
Circe had no where to hide now.
Current Form: Human Character HP: 36 Damage: 3 Total Damage:108
Character Name:Juniper Rose Brief description of character: An enigmatic songstress who seems to have stepped out of a time long passed, Rose is level-headed and self-reliant, perfectly willing and capable of doing what's necessary with her own two hands. Strong-willed and no-nonsense, she's a bit reserved but puts on affable airs, making her somewhat pleasant to be around.
Deity: Apollo Weapon: Balanced Bow HP: 47
Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2016 6:12 pm
As the last plant is killed, any remaining obstacles between the Chosen and Circe begin to crumble. Finally they are able to mount the grand staircase and take her into custody, ripping the staff from her hands and pushing her to her knees.
"We can't kill her," offers Olivia, in a strangely even tone. How can anyone be so calm, after such a heated battle? "She's a Goddess. Death is no easy feat for the immortal."
Griffin grunts something like agreement, pacing a little in place. "...perhaps, but we can take her into custody. We have a prison right at hand --"
"You're going to let me go." Despite her defeat, just a little breathless, Circe seems utterly certain of this fact. A smile spreads across her mouth and her eyes seem eerily bright in the gloom of the manor.
"You think this is the extent of my work? This small town? Hardly. This has been in the works for weeks. I have outposts working their way across the state, and once we've taken over these podunk towns, we'll work our way to the more major metropoleis." She laughs, head thrown back as she does, and Griffin scowls at her like he wants to kick her teeth in.
"You'll let me go," she says again, with confidence, "Because if you do, on my Father Helios's name, I'll set them all free."
And so the question must be turned to the Chosen. They can take Circe into custody and risk the possibility that she does have more outposts, that more people will be turned. Or they can let her go, with her word -- binding, on her Father's name -- that she will set them all free.
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This post marks the end of the finale! At this point, we're going to reach a decision as a group as to how to deal with the Circe threat. The choices are as follows:
> CAPTURE CIRCE: Circe will be put in chains and brought back to the Prytaneum to be put into custody. However, this means that if she has infected other cities, they might not be able to save the multitude of freed humans. > RELEASE CIRCE: Release Circe, and she will release all changed humans from her care, cleaning up her own mess -- for now.
We encourage discussion in this thread! Talk to each other, weigh the pros and cons, and once you have reach a personal choice, post your vote in bold red font. Once you post, your vote is locked in!
If you are an animal: you can either take a cure or, if there isn't one available, you must remain an animal for now. Note that Olivia speaks animal. RP as if you are speaking and assume she translates any barks, hoots, growls, hisses, and other creature noises.
If you missed the battle entirely: roll 1d4 upon entering the RP. On a 1-2, you are an animal, any animal, of your choice. 3-4, you remain human.
You have 48 hours to reach a decision. At that point, there will be a new prompt in this thread.
If you attacked at least once at any point in this thread, claim 15 XP and roll 1d100 to collect loot from the battle:
1-40: You fought a hard battle well, and gain an extra 5XP! 41-70: Moly Flower: Small white flower with a dark root. It can be used once to replenish 3 HP, at which point it is consumed and leaves your inventory forever. 71-90: Fine Wine: This wine has been cursed! It can be used three times in battle, after which it is consumesd and leaves your inventory forever. Each time you use it, roll 1d8;
If you roll a 1-2, nothing happens. If you roll a 3-5, you're turned into a small animal and you deal 5 damage each turn, no roll required. This effect lasts 3 rounds. If you roll a 6-7, you're turned into a medium animal and you deal 8 damage each turn, no roll required. This effect lasts 3 rounds. if you roll a 8, you're turned into a large animal and you deal 12 damage each turn, no roll required. This effect lasts 3 rounds.
91-95: Small Personal Item: You find a small personal item from one of the defeated NPCs, that can be used later on for a one-on-one RP with that NPC. Each small personal item can only be found ONCE, so say which you're claiming when you post. First come first served. Brynn: A small metal bug sculpture. Chris: a hand-made fishing lure. Olivia: The charm from a bracelet, with a bullet on it. Rafe: A picture of a woman and a young girl. 96-100: Circe Staff Piece: This is a magical material that can be used to create a magical weapon later down the line. More detail to come!
Rose gave the most impassive look at Circe, and like Griffin, she was not entirely against someone smashing the woman's teeth in.
"I say we bring her in," the songstress stated without any ounce of leeway in her decision. She didn't believe Circe, didn't trust her in the least; and she, swearing upon Apollo, would undo everything the horrible excuse for a daughter had inflicted upon countless others. "You don't deserve freedom, for all you've caged. For all you've destroyed."
And that was that. She moved to retrieve Marisol's belongings, and while gathering them, she noted a bracelet with a bullet on it. Tucking it into her pack as she retrieved her last cure, she moved towards her ostrich lady and held the mixed herbs and flowers out to her in askance.
If Marisol wanted it, it was hers. If she wanted someone else to have it...Rose may not like the idea, but she'd respect it.
Caleb started to speak and allow Olivia to interpret for him, but he didn't fully trust her enough to translate him properly. This was largely because he wanted to use a fair amount of profanity and he had a feeling someone so uptight wouldn't be down for calling Circe a goddamn b***h, and he wouldn't want his words to be twisted to say anything other than that. He looked around for any available cures while plucking a moly flower from some overgrowth and held it between his teeth.
Character Name:Caleb McCloud Brief description of character: Caleb is a strong and silent type, but when he does speak, he's probably being an a*****e. But he's got a hell of a jawline, so he's got that going for him at least.
Lex looked over Circe and snorted, raking their fingers through their hair before heading down and looking for the pack with the cures in it. They found what was left of Misha outfit and searched till they found the backpack. They lifted it up and pulled out a package, containing 3 flat biscuit like creations and 7 sugar cubes that contained cures.
“So! Who wants a cure?” They called. “Over here.”
(Lex has 9 cures if anyone wants to claim one to voice their vote)
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39Total: 39 (1-100)
Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2016 6:19 pm
Finally, at long last, the battle was over. And this time, she hadn't taken a single hit worth mentioning.
While the others took care of the witch (and they seemed to have that well in hand now), Sid banked away from the wilting vines and began to search for her friend-turned-goat. It had been quite a trip... To her surprise, there was a dread-locked young man waiting, rather than the little pygmy goat she had been expecting. Convenient, in that it allowed her to find a perch on his shoulder as she came in to land, the wind from her wings buffeting his hair.
"Rob." She chirped as she reached out to nibble on his dreads, preening him with fluffed feathers and every evidence of self-satisfaction. She'd done good, and she knew it.
The others at this point, seemed to be calling for a vote and the macaw cocked her head, looking from the group up the stairs to her friend. Her little feet shifted on his shoulders and she shook herself all over.
"Let her go?" She parroted, literally, as she gave Rob an anxious look. Neither option sounded great, but she was leaning on the side of 'whatever gets me back to human'.
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Character Name:Sidney James Brief description of character: Reluctant Chosen of Apollo, Sid is more interested in partying and making music than being a warrior. Upbeat and bright most of the time, she's also a bit selfish and unlikely to go out of her way for people she doesn't know.
Deity: Apollo Weapon: Bow (6 base damage) HP: 47 Minicert:
It was a brief moment, looking down at the blonde singer, that the ostrich preened. Just like that it was gone as the sharp beak carefully took the remedy that turned her back into herself. She stretched, resting a hand on Rose's arm to steady herself, before taking her clothes into her arms.
Naked with the ball of fabric resting against her stomach, she couldn't help agreeing with her lady. Even if Circe were to release those she's enslaved, that left nothing to ensure she wouldn't do it again. What was to stop her from releasing them only to enslave them in the next second? It'd be keeping her word, in a sense, and leave them with nothing.
"If she did release them, what's to stop her from re-enslaving them or others? Nothing." Tight-lipped she looked at the witch before dropping her clothes to the ground and beginning to dress. The tank top was ripped in the back but she didn't mind.
A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. There'd be a lot more people drinking when it came to seeing other chosen naked though.
Turning to Rose, she smiled, "You're really turning out to be the hero between us," she teased with a kiss to the woman's cheek.
Mal huffed out a breath. This was pretty dumb, or seemed that way to him, but he went scooting cautiously down the stairs and back to his clothing. He was delighted to find that pangolin paws were dexterous enough for what he needed, as he hooked out the three tiny jaws of cures he'd managed to make up.
He was by his clothes, and he spilled the cure onto himself and pulled his underwear on fast. It still showed a brief glimpse of tattoos; O fortuna velut luna on the outside of his left thigh in script, a small ouroborus on the outside of his right, and a twined symbol of a black spade and a red heart just below that, but both of those were small-- and the red was the only color in them. He worked his pants on over his boxer briefs and was glad that today he had chosen plain red instead of some of the other kinds in his drawer.
He didn't put his shirt or jacket on yet, but he did squint around to see who else needed clothing. He'd hang on to the shirt for Misha-- he thought she might need it again. His belt was gone, too, so his slacks hung low on his hips.
"I've got a spare cure if anyone needs another." The second cure was for Misha, once he picked her out-- "Misha?" He hated not having his glasses.
41-70: Moly Flower: Small white flower with a dark root. It can be used once to replenish 3 HP, at which point it is consumed and leaves your inventory forever.
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84Total: 84 (1-100)
Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2016 6:20 pm
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Fine Wine
The battle was at an end and Asher panted, tongue hanging out, annoyed and alarmed and so ******** cute. His tail shuddered as he bounded his way up closer to get a good look as the captured the enemy, eyebrows going up --
It hid his anger and annoyance. Instead he just looked excited. And, at times, a little bit sad.
As the Prytaneum staff posed their opinions, Asher frowned, focusing instead of something glinting within the dead plants. Slowly, he leaned in to pull out -- clutched lightly in his mouth -- a bottle of wine.
Character Name:Asher Zimmerman Brief description of character: Asher is a kinetic young man who has a hard time sitting still for long stretches of time. He is impulsive and dismissive, and covers up any self-consciousness with sarcasm.
Beth was inordinately pleased with herself. She had, she felt, struck that final blow! She tamped down on the ground, letting out soft clicking sounds, more or less wiggling with happiness. But being an alpaca was not agreeing with her, not as the mouse had. She ambled down the stairs and, after a few moments, attempted to wriggle under the table. Nothing like trying to shield her body if she were to turn back. She stuck her neck out from under the banquet table and started rooting through her bag. Of course, opening pockets was hard when one lacked opposable thumbs or even fingers with which to grasp. She was not a dignified creature at the moment--half hidden under a table and flailing her teeth and tongue at the flaps to open them. She still had Sylvia's cures, after all, and surely her friend would not mind her using one.
While under the table, her eyes caught on a now familiar flower. She nudged it closer to her bag with her nose, but then continued trying to open her bag. She had heard the choice before them, but everything came secondary to becoming human again.
Current Form: Animal--Large--Alpaca Character HP: 35 Damage: Total Damage: Weapon: Whip (agile ranged)
Character Name:Beth Almasy Brief description of character: A sweet but skittish beauty who's lived in the lap of luxury her whole life, Beth doesn't quite know what she's doing. She's always willing to support and cheer on her friends, mostly so she doesn't actually have to lift a finger.
Deity: Hera WC: , Total: 2441
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Quoting anyone who might have an interest in turning Beth back and/or seeing her make a fool out of herself.
