Arachne couldn't have imagined a grimmer place to be than this blighted valley, but she had been sent to do a task by her King, and she would endeavour to fulfill it. The place filled her with dread though, and she kept a hand on the bow that she was carrying.
If she could get in and out without dying, that would be a bonus. She could see the vines that spread out amongst the dark grass, and wondered how she would navigate her way between them, and get the Miasma ...
Arachne wasn't sure how but her haphazard, and circutious route through the valley eventually yielded a good result. She'd held her breath pretty the entire time she had been walking, only letting it out when she felt a buzzing in her ears.
Someone was looking over her however, and she found a vent, which she quickly used to gather a few bits of Miasma, straightening after doing so and looking around. Did she dare continue looking? She could make good her escape with what she had so far gathered. The ranger pondered, wondering if she would chance fate.
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- 45-50: You've stumbled upon a vent that hasn't been corrupted! Eagerly, you collect it all. Better do it fast, before something stumbles upon you and decides to collect yours... +3 Miasma Points
The hustle from the lush and green Kingdom she called home to this desolate and rather depressing place was at once tempered and hastened by the King's departing words. They had been simple, the same he would have given to anyone, but when offered to her it was with a look and a touch and it made her feel at once lighthearted and uneasy. The journey was made easier with a companion in the Eladrin, who the faerie felt much better to have around and was already finding an enjoyable new friend in. It would have been best to have gone along with Ofelia, but Belladonna's flowers had taken a bit more time than she'd wanted so by the time she found Sin outside her booth, the tiefling had already hastened ahead of them. But that was alright too, for she was strong and could certainly secure a safe path for the two girls. "My word... I daresay this land could use a bit of creative license..." The faerie mused out loud as she and Sin approached the bleak and black field, but it was a poor joke given at an even less acceptable time. Mostly she just wanted to lighten this dismal mood. They were journeying for their kingdom and should have hope and honor instead of the worried, sinking feeling Belladonna felt, so she was a bit desperate to combat that worry. She flashed a smile at her companion and dared to take a step forward into the Blighted Heart.
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Name: Belladonna HP: 60/60 Rank: Queen Flags: 2/2 Miasma Points: -- Kingdom: Green Appearance: Five foot tall curvaceous red head with pointy ears, golden faerie wings and a fluttery, green outfit topped with a green and golden circlet
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That first step felt as thought it would be more monumental than it was, but the faerie was vastly careful and was rewarded by her efforts. The ground did not break beneath her feet, no vines came forth to drag her down nor did any of those nasty looking animals that flitted in and out of the scrubby brush come forth to test her mettle. In fact, a tiny bit of sunlight peeked out behind a grey cloud to glance off her wings and momentarily warm her skin. Belladonna could not help but smile as she plucked up a handful of Miasma and squirreled it away into her skirt pocket. Even if this was a dangerous mission, even if there should be no happiness or laughter, she still took a bit of joy in the fact that she was helping her King and her kingdom.
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Name: Belladonna HP: 60/60 Rank: Queen Flags: 2/2 Miasma Points: 2 Kingdom: Green Appearance: Five foot tall curvaceous red head with pointy ears, golden faerie wings and a fluttery, green outfit topped with a green and golden circlet
(( Damn, knew I was tempting fate, should have just left >_< ))
Unfortunately, Arachne chose poorly. It was all in her eagerness to prove herself to her King, and it was her undoing. The tendrils lashed out as she stepped forward, dragging her mercilessly towards the pod, that devoured her whole once she was within reach.
Before she died, she felt the teeth, and the thorns biting and tearing at her skin, snapping and chewing - finally she knew no more.
Clearly, this foul place just did not like having her here. Because clearly it was out to get her. Like the wound in her side wasn't bad enough, she barely got ten feet away from that blasted puddle before those tendrils were coming at her again. There was no time to fight back before they were on her, thorns digging painfully into her skin and ohgod what was that even-
Teeth. Rows and rows of neverending teeth. That was the last thing she would remember. For quite a while.
And that horrid stench.
((Ahahaha Fini is exiting by way of nomming))
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Name: Infinity HP: 0/40 KO'D MAN Rank: Pawn Kingdom: Golden Kingdom Miasma Points: --
[Sin Err HP: 50/50 Flags: 1/1 Rank: Rook Kingdom: Green Appearance: Tall pale Eladrin with pupil-less green eyes and black hair w/one hot pink streak. Wearing brown leather with green accents, green cloak, and black boots. Has a fruit bat companion (Framboise). Miasma: --]
"Agreed" Sin responded as she heard Belladonna's comment about the need for creativity. She followed after her and smiled as she saw the first bit of Miasma gathered. They were off to a good start it seemed, but Sin kept her guard up who knew what hidden dangers this place had.
She frowned slightly as she looked around wondering where the others were, she would have felt slightly more at ease if the other champions were at least in eyesight. She ruffled her cloak and Framboise flew out and up to help her scout around a bit.
Sin was about to move on when Framboise swooped down with a squeak and forced her to step back. She looked over and around not sure what the danger was but trusting her companion. With a twist she moved around and headed in another direction to follow after Belladonna and narrowly avoiding her doom. Framboise however was now tucked safe within her cloak, perhaps she should have been wiser and sent the bat out to continue scouting for danger, but her focus was on gathering miasma.
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[Sin Err HP: 50/50 Flags: 0/1 Rank: Rook Kingdom: Green Appearance: Tall pale Eladrin with pupil-less green eyes and black hair w/one hot pink streak. Wearing brown leather with green accents, green cloak, and black boots. Has a fruit bat companion (Framboise). Miasma: --]
Having had mostly been distracted with other things during their interactions, Belladonna had somehow missed the muse belonging to Sin that now made its appearance. Unable to stop herself, the faerie paused in her path to coo over the creature. Look at how big his eyes were! And his ears! And his little wings were just so precious! But what a curious thing he did, protecting his mistress as such. "What a darling creature! And so lucky he looks out for you so well!" But there was something to his attentions and the faerie also heeded his warning and backed up from the step she had considered taking.
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Name: Belladonna HP: 60/60 Rank: Queen Flags: 1/2 Miasma Points: 2 Kingdom: Green Appearance: Five foot tall curvaceous red head with pointy ears, golden faerie wings and a fluttery, green outfit topped with a green and golden circlet
- 90 - 100: You hear someone calling your name - no, it is your name but it is weird... somehow you can't place it exactly. You turn around to look for them, and in a moment of confusion, stumble over weapons protruding from the ground. Ouch! - 50% of your TOTAL HP
Okay! Time to harvest some Miasma. That sounded pretty damn simple. Popo moved forward, but a calling kept her from getting more than a few steps in.
Poppy... Poppy...
The short girl got annoyed with each call, hastily looking around for who it was that seemed to know her. In her haste, and ill tempered huffing she neglected to keep track of her steps. A yelp as she tripped over something terribly sharp, collapsing the the ground. Her head bounced off of the hard ground, a hand grasping it tightly. She hissed, grasping her leg with her other hand as it began to sting something terrible as well.
A marvellous start.
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HP: 20/40 Flags: None Rank: Wild Card Kingdom: Silver/Violet Description:Popo is a short girl with puffy and long red hair. She tends not to talk much, and expresses herself through gestures and facial expressions.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 12:46 pm
[Entering from Red Kingdom.]
Upon arriving at his destination he chanced a glance around noticing a few already in the area, none of which he seemed to recognize from the Red Kingdom. Great. With a shake of his head Spinar pressed forward ready to try his hand at collecting some miasma, excitement growing with each step. This was what he wanted after all...a little adventure, a little fun. Tendrils were everywhere but not at all discouraging considering they only added to the element of fun in his eyes. "Time to get to work..." This was nothing like making perfumes he mused to himself.
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Name: Spinar HP: 50/50 Rank: Wild Card Kingdom: Silver collecting for Red Kingdom Flags: None Miasma Points: 0 Appearance: A man in his early 20's, silver hair, lanky in build and around six foot tall.
- 90 - 100: You hear someone calling your name - no, it is your name but it is weird... somehow you can't place it exactly. You turn around to look for them, and in a moment of confusion, stumble over weapons protruding from the ground. Ouch! - 50% of your TOTAL HP
Heading in the opposite direction of those he could see Spinar treaded carefully but with a smile none the less. Carefully trying to avoid the dangers of the area it was only when he could have sworn he heard someone call out his name that he turned and allowed his attention to slip for a single second. The second was all it took before he lost footing in his confusion when no one was in the direction of the call and tumbled down sinking his palm right down onto a sharp weapon that was protruding from the ground. "Delightful." He hissed and stared at the pierced palm and the weapon that was coming out and creating a painful sting throughout his arm.
Carefully he began to get up, sitting before closing his eyes and giving a hard yank to free his palm. A loud scream was muffled by his lips closing tightly to hold it in. Seething from pain he placed the wounded appendage between his knees and squeezed to put pressure. Looking over his silver kingdom garbs he sighed and used his free hand maneuvering it a little to rip a some of his shirt free. Making quick work he tied the fabric around the wound and winced at the still burning pain before looking out over the land again. "No more turning for voices.." He told himself convinced the land was likely playing tricks on him, that call had been far to strange.
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Name: Spinar HP: 25/50 Rank: Wild Card Kingdom: Silver collecting for Red Kingdom Flags: None Miasma Points: 0 Appearance: A man in his early 20's, silver hair, lanky in build and around six foot tall.
She had only heard of this place before - it was not for the feint of heart. She figured it was good that the Emperor was so keen on sending her here - a show of strength, allowing his strongest player to go dance with the minesweep.
Feeling a warm rush of energy seep up her legs, she smiled down at the earth under her, giving a secret thank you for accommodating her so well, knowing it wasn't going to be all glitter and sunshine.
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- 76-90: You land on an entirely safe spot for now. You feel something warm underneath you, and feel a little better. You are HEALED +25% of your TOTAL HP.
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Lifen Hua Current HP remaining: 60/60 Damage/ Healing/ Defense done: + 25% HP, not like it counts. Character kingdom: Gold Character's Miasma Colour: Gold. Character description: Lifen is a short and yet very busty woman of the gold clan, dressed in a slightly over the top cheongsam with gold filigree, long black hair reaches down to her ankles, with three white streaks over her left (gold) eye.
Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 1:02 pm
[Entering from White Kingdom.] The Quetz beamed down onto the area after his conversation with Sinclair. His mind hurriedly wonders how the man is faring, hopefully he will survive wiht the various wounds he had taken from the silver kingdom. However, now is not the time to think about this. His eyes scanned the area, squinting lightly to see what he has come in to. There is a thick fog miasma in front of him. His for the taking, if he can succeed.
Looking down at his PDA he notes that he is now in the center of the Valley, right in the middle of this death trap. He must now tread lightly less the traps of this wretched place takes hold of him.
With a look forward, a deep breath. He takes the first steps into success. Or at least he hopes.
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Name: Zephyros HP: 40/40 Rank: Pawn Kingdom: White Flags: None Miasma Points: 0 Appearance: Clad in white, he is a tall tanned man around the age of 20. He's surrounded by feathers due to the Quetz race he belongs to.
He looks down as he walks and instantly regrets what he sees. The thick mud and bones crunch underneath his feet, and worms wiggle slowly beneath the miasma. Looking up he sees monsters surrounded by miasma as well. His hand brings up the PDA once more to make note of these creatures. It hasn't been too long since the miasma has developed in this place and yet things were deteriorating at such a fast rate.
The smells disgusted him to the point that he has to walk around holding his nose, this was not as bad as Wilson's gas but.. it lasts longer. Hopefully he can collect miasma as quickly as possible so he can leave. Leave with a decent amount and no damage done to himself.
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Name: Zephyros HP: 40/40 Rank: Pawn Kingdom: White Flags: None Miasma Points: 2 Appearance: Clad in white, he is a tall tanned man around the age of 20. He's surrounded by feathers due to the Quetz race he belongs to.
