His body was aching all over. Even with all of the fog around, enabling almost instant recovery, it still hurt like...
-eh?
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!"
He would NEVER be accustomed to this. Yet, as he expected the fog beneath catches him, and lowering his body to the familiar checkered-tile floor.
On the floor was two blessings left.
The one in the left was Shattered Shield. I think it would be the best if you left the Faithless World to be the last...
"Wait, we must GO THROUGH ALL THAT AGAIN!?"
Nevertheless...
[Eir Acquired Blessing!]
The next one...let's go for The Forge. "Eeeh!? So soon!?"
[Eir exits to The Forge!]
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roflroflroflrofl Character name: Eir Character appearance: A shadow with red, pulsating core. Now more corporeal after getting his second blessing... Link to Heart Log[ x ] Current HP 50/50 Special Ability: Wild Card Chance: If you roll an unfavourable dice (such as trying to roll dice to survive in an area), you may choose to reroll that dice. You can only use this ability once, and it must be in a NON BATTLE condition. Racial Ability: Ghost: 2x Loot for the first 3 successful battles (3/3). Current weapon equipped Agony's Twin. Effect: HP = 50 Atk = 2d10 - 6. Special: Miss: Extra roll w/o getting AutoDamage. 1x /Battle.
Ariaalina rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6Total: 6 (1-6)
Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 3:06 am
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6 - The Cruel: He tore off his opponent's limb as easily as breathing - oh, she was dead now, or would be soon, but she could still feel pain and thus he was not yet done with her. Red mist filled his vision as he contemplated what he would inflict on every soldier that stood before him. Flaying, gutting, every kind of pain, so exquisite, so delightful. It made him shudder and ache with longing at the same time. He reached for her-
[Wyng enters from the spire] For what she had decided would be the final time, Wyng descended into the Fragment's Descent. This time she was already enraged, so this time, when the cruel memories washed over her, her blood lust was extremely evident in her face and in her manner. The fog being in the next section was going DOWN.
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I last started this yesterday, so I should be okay for posting here again, unless I am mistaken
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Character name: Wonenwyng (Wyng) Character appearance: A average sized grey form with a red heart, long black hair, a black blank tag around it's neck, and wearing the remains of what seems to be a dress. Link to Heart LogHere Current HP 60/60 Current weapon equipped Crumbling Hope
When she happened upon the fog being this time, she just raised her staff like a club and smiled. She was going to beat this thing like a Pinata! Which is exactly what she proceeded to do.
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Boss HP:20-5=15 3 auto-damage per turn.
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Character name: Wonenwyng (Wyng) Character appearance: A average sized grey form with a red heart, long black hair, a black blank tag around it's neck, and wearing the remains of what seems to be a dress. Link to Heart LogHere Current HP 57/60 Current weapon equipped Crumbling Hope
Though her goal was to beat this thing like a pinata, she was not hitting it very hard, deliberately, she wanted to draw out the battle. She wanted it to feel pain.
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Character name: Wonenwyng (Wyng) Character appearance: A average sized grey form with a red heart, long black hair, a black blank tag around it's neck, and wearing the remains of what seems to be a dress. Link to Heart LogHere Current HP 54/60 Current weapon equipped Crumbling Hope
She was so intent on drawing out the battle that she accidentally swung too lightly and did not even damage the thing. This did nothing for her mood.
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Character name: Wonenwyng (Wyng) Character appearance: A average sized grey form with a red heart, long black hair, a black blank tag around it's neck, and wearing the remains of what seems to be a dress. Link to Heart LogHere Current HP 51/60 Current weapon equipped Crumbling Hope
She would not make the same mistake twice! Wyng then proceeded to hit the fog being hard enough to hurt it, but not enough to kill it.
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Character name: Wonenwyng (Wyng) Character appearance: A average sized grey form with a red heart, long black hair, a black blank tag around it's neck, and wearing the remains of what seems to be a dress. Link to Heart LogHere Current HP 48/60 Current weapon equipped Crumbling Hope
*Whack* Did the fog creature walk into that one, did it want to die quickly? Wyng believed it did, even though she wished to prolong its suffering. This would not do.
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Character name: Wonenwyng (Wyng) Character appearance: A average sized grey form with a red heart, long black hair, a black blank tag around it's neck, and wearing the remains of what seems to be a dress. Link to Heart LogHere Current HP 45/60 Current weapon equipped Crumbling Hope
*Thud* That time it had very definitely charged into her weapon dissipating the instant it hit. She was counting on it to improve her mood, not to sour it...
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Character name: Wonenwyng (Wyng) Character appearance: A average sized grey form with a red heart, long black hair, a black blank tag around it's neck, and wearing the remains of what seems to be a dress. Link to Heart LogHere Current HP 42/60 Current weapon equipped Crumbling Hope
21-40: Something trips you, and you fall - thankfully, you fall down onto the platform you were standing on, rather than off the edge. All you can see below you is more fog. Some of the platform's edge crumbles and falls, and you watch it tumble into the abyss. Ugh... Roll again.
Stupid fog hands, her mood was already bad and now you had to go and remind her of her experience in the forge. Even angrier than before, she continued on.
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Character name: Wonenwyng (Wyng) Character appearance: A average sized grey form with a red heart, long black hair, a black blank tag around it's neck, and wearing the remains of what seems to be a dress. Link to Heart LogHere Current HP 42/60 Current weapon equipped Crumbling Hope
61-80: You feel the distinct sense that someone is watching you. A lot. It gets more and more intense until you feel like screaming. Maybe you do scream... and the fog just eats the sound. Roll again. Or just collapse into a pile of sobbing. That'd work too. For the fog.
Wyng could swear she felt something in the fog watching her, had they been in the forge, had they seen her? Blushing and angry she pressed further on.
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Character name: Wonenwyng (Wyng) Character appearance: A average sized grey form with a red heart, long black hair, a black blank tag around it's neck, and wearing the remains of what seems to be a dress. Link to Heart LogHere Current HP 42/60 Current weapon equipped Crumbling Hope
61-80: You feel the distinct sense that someone is watching you. A lot. It gets more and more intense until you feel like screaming. Maybe you do scream... and the fog just eats the sound. Roll again. Or just collapse into a pile of sobbing. That'd work too. For the fog.
Yes, Wyng thought, they were definitely watching her and they had probably had been in the forge. They had seen her nearly naked. She now was extremely angry and let out a feral scream. If she ever found them, they were TOAST.
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Character name: Wonenwyng (Wyng) Character appearance: A average sized grey form with a red heart, long black hair, a black blank tag around it's neck, and wearing the remains of what seems to be a dress. Link to Heart LogHere Current HP 42/60 Current weapon equipped Crumbling Hope
81-100: Something grabs you as you step from one platform to the next. You totter on the edge - and then the edge crumbles beneath you and you fall, too sharp and sudden for even wings to be of use. Who knows how far you'll go. Maybe forever? And yet... Pass!
When she felt the hands reach up from below this time, she instinctively reached for her hem. She was not experiencing that embarrassment again. This instinct meant that instead of managing to grab onto the now crumbling platform, she just dropped. Recognizing this sensation, Wyng did not let go of her dress hem even as she slowly landed in front of the three orbs. She had the other two, but this time she needed the third one, because she thought it might help shield her from any further embarrassment. Grabbing the orb, she was returned to the top of the ridge for the third and final time.
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Character name: Wonenwyng (Wyng) Character appearance: A average sized grey form with a red heart, long black hair, a black blank tag around it's neck, and wearing the remains of what seems to be a dress. Link to Heart LogHere Current HP 42/60 Current weapon equipped Crumbling Hope
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2Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 11:26 am
This time Reap was ready to fall, ready to welcome the memory that was not his own. But he expected the traitor, expected that wonderful, shameless power, no regrets, no fear. What he got was something else.
They blotted out the horizon. He shuddered, his weapon rattling in his grip - no, no, he could not face them! He did not want to die! All around him his fellows stood, staring straight ahead, still and stuff at attention as if they were already dead, dead and propped up to wait for final judgement. With a moan, he dropped his weapon and ran through the silent ranks, feeling sick and worthless-
He was jarred, knocked to his knees. He had to keep going.
He ended up leaving the forge empty handed. Nush wasn't entirely pleased about that, but he wasn't about to give up. For now, he made his way back under ground, this time to the other area. As he began to walk down, another memory hit him. This one wasn't the same as before, however.
A man was ripping the limbs off of a woman. She was still alive, and therefore, could still feel pain. He wanted to inflict as much agony as possible. Seeing them writhe and hearing them cry... these gave him so much delight.
Torture. This was something he decided he did not like to see. If he were to kill, he would want to do it swiftly if possible. But for now, he couldn't shake the feeling of the joy and delight from causing such anguish onto another.
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Character name: Nush Character appearance: A plain grey form with a blue heart; this core occassionally shifts yellow. A brilliant skull pin shows on his chest. Link to Heart LogHere Current HP 50 Current weapon equipped
The figures scared him. He wanted to run. But he couldn't run. Couldn't be free from them.
He flailed. He tried to fend them off.
He was afraid.
HP: 47 DMG: 10 Boss HP: 10
3 auto-damage per turn. The figures do not speak, gesture, or do anything other than attack relentlessly. When they die, they vanish into wisps of fog. If you die, you find yourself at the top of the Descent, unharmed, and must choose whether to attempt again (starting from the beginning) or to leave.
Blessing!]
