Acerola saw floating islands, which she figured, were the only way down. No turning back now. She took a few unsure steps down the path. They seemed safe. As she took another step, fog filled her vision. Beyond the fog, Acerola could see two figures.
One ripped off the arm of another. Acerola knew the one who'd just lost an arm was in great pain. Although she couldn't hear any screams, she was sure whoever it was would be screaming because having your limb ripped off but still being alive to feel it would hurt more than words could describe. The figure was writing in agony.
Acerola was shocked. Not only had the guy ripped off the woman's arm, he had a sick look of joy as he did it, and as he reached for her again. "What is this place?" she thought.
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Character name: Acerola Character appearance: Grey humanoid figure with yellow core and a black tag around her neck. Vague shape of feline ears on top of her head as well as a tail behind. Link to Heart Log[x] Current HP 50/50 Current weapon equippedDespair's Razor (2d10 - 6)
Faces. They formed, disappeared, and reformed. And they seemed to be watching her, with various expressions on their faces. Unnerved by the scene she had witnessed before and the multitude of eyes, Acerola walked cautiously forward.
A figure seemed to form out of the fog. "Woah!" Acerola let out an exclamation as it attacked her without a second thought. "Well, I guess the only option is to attack back..."
Damage: 4 Boss HP: 16/20
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Character name: Acerola Character appearance: Grey humanoid figure with yellow core and a black tag around her neck. Vague shape of feline ears on top of her head as well as a tail behind. Link to Heart Log[x] Current HP 47/50 Current weapon equippedDespair's Razor (2d10 - 6)
Acerola attacked again, this time, she had better footing and was more prepared when the boss came charging at her again.
Or at least, that's what she thought. The blade grazed the side of the humanoid shape.
Damage: 2 Boss HP: 14/20
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Character name: Acerola Character appearance: Grey humanoid figure with yellow core and a black tag around her neck. Vague shape of feline ears on top of her head as well as a tail behind. Link to Heart Log[x] Current HP 44/50 Current weapon equippedDespair's Razor (2d10 - 6)
Acerola struck again. She could only hope that the faces weren't going to attack her also. Or else, the battle would take forever.
Damage: 6 Boss HP: 8/20
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Character name: Acerola Character appearance: Grey humanoid figure with yellow core and a black tag around her neck. Vague shape of feline ears on top of her head as well as a tail behind. Link to Heart Log[x] Current HP 41/50 Current weapon equippedDespair's Razor (2d10 - 6)
Acerola gave the other figure a good kick. It stumbled a bit, before attack her again.
Damage: 4 Boss HP: 4/20
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Character name: Acerola Character appearance: Grey humanoid figure with yellow core and a black tag around her neck. Vague shape of feline ears on top of her head as well as a tail behind. Link to Heart Log[x] Current HP 38/50 Current weapon equippedDespair's Razor (2d10 - 6)
One last hit, and the figure seemed to fade away and disappear.
Damage: 5 Boss HP: DEAD
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Character name: Acerola Character appearance: Grey humanoid figure with yellow core and a black tag around her neck. Vague shape of feline ears on top of her head as well as a tail behind. Link to Heart Log[x] Current HP 35/50 Current weapon equippedDespair's Razor (2d10 - 6)
Acerola sat down on the platform. As the figure had disappeared, so had the faces. She turned to her right and noticed that the steps continued down. It seemed that she wasn't done quite yet.
As she walked further and further down, the fog seemed to be getting denser. And rather than seeing faces, she was now seeing limbs?
Something grabbed her, and she fell off the side of one of the platforms. Panic filled her, and her arms flailed. And then her descent slowed, until she was on some kind of ground again. She looked down. Through the fog, something seemed to be glowing. She picked it up.
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Character name: Acerola Character appearance: Grey humanoid figure with yellow core and a black tag around her neck. Vague shape of feline ears on top of her head as well as a tail behind. Link to Heart Log[x] Current HP 35/50 Current weapon equippedDespair's Razor (2d10 - 6)
Rejam rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4Total: 4 (1-6)
Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 1:03 pm
He knew, now, what the fog brought. Or he thought it did: he thought it brought grief, and pain.
Grief was important. Feeling was important. He just needed to be mindful of it. And so he did not try and avoid the fog. He found a swirling arm of it, and he stepped into it willingly, his body tense with nerves as he steeled himself for the onslaught as he fell.
What he got instead was exhilaration , and the pain was accompanied by triumph and jolted nerves instead of defeat.
Weakly, he laughed the laugh of surprise and relief. And he realized he had already drawn his pistols without being aware of the movement of his hands, and that he was hoping--because prayer was out of the question--that his opponent would appear again. Because this time, he was ready.
But he paused first, to taste bloodlust. To file it away, neatly and carefully and with painstaking detail.
Was this what Coyote felt every time she fought?
He grinned a grin like a wolf's. Overcome, he fumbled eagerly down the path.
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Character name: Amity Character appearance: A thin and stretched-looking thing that trembles gently and has the taut, nervous energy of a caged animal pacing. His yellow heart seems hungry, and he wears a blue pendant around his neck. Link to Heart Logx Current HP 40/40 Current weapon equippedSorrow and Rage
He had barely noticed the swirling faces, last time: this time, he stared at each defiantly, challengingly. He was waiting for the one that would step out and become real and raise its blade at him.
Every face a person. Every face a history. The shadows in the street he did not feel this way about, because they were like him, hollow--and some worse, because they gave their memories up freely. In his arrogance he held himself above them. He'd gone rogue. He was better than them.
He stepped onto the platform boldly, pistols brandished, and he laughed like a bark when the fog gave way and she appeared. He tried to look at her, to see her, but he could see only the purpose and the grace of her movements and the grin on her face that mirrored his own.
She spun neatly out of the way of his first shot, reacting not at all when it grazed her, and he felt the blade bite into his arm and laughed again.
This was a gift. From him to her, from her to him.
DMG: 1 BOSS HP: 19/20
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Character name: Amity Character appearance: A thin and stretched-looking thing that trembles gently and has the taut, nervous energy of a caged animal pacing. His yellow heart seems hungry, and he wears a blue pendant around his neck. Link to Heart Logx Current HP 37/40 Current weapon equippedSorrow and Rage
He was ready, now. Propelled by an instinct that felt like someone else's and by an aching need to see her bleed and to bleed, he let her close in before he lifted the guns, and was barely aware of the slice he received as he emptied the streaking rounds into her chest.
She was looking him in the eye. He was returning it. He was going to make her die fighting and it would be the purest act of generosity he had ever performed. Her mouth moved like she was laughing, but there were no sounds, and he wondered, as he ducked beneath her arms to get a third shot lined up, if he looked the same to her that she did to him: if he was formless fog and a disembodied, bloodthirsty smile like the curve of her knives.
DMG: 11 BOSS HP: 8/20
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Character name: Amity Character appearance: A thin and stretched-looking thing that trembles gently and has the taut, nervous energy of a caged animal pacing. His yellow heart seems hungry, and he wears a blue pendant around his neck. Link to Heart Logx Current HP 34/40 Current weapon equippedSorrow and Rage
She caught him with her elbow and spun, and he was powerless to recover, not yet.
The favor of a battlefield was constantly changing. This was something else important to remember.
DMG: 0 BOSS HP: 8
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Character name: Amity Character appearance: A thin and stretched-looking thing that trembles gently and has the taut, nervous energy of a caged animal pacing. His yellow heart seems hungry, and he wears a blue pendant around his neck. Link to Heart Logx Current HP 31/40 Current weapon equippedSorrow and Rage
He could have gotten some distance between them. It would have been easier on him--his weapon gave him the advantage--but it felt somehow unjust to her as a worthy opponent to do so. Instead he closed it, and he felt the blade slide into his body with a sensation so vast it outstripped pain, and he wanted to dwell on it and keep it, but another thing more important rose to the fore and this, this was what he wanted to keep:
He lifted the pistol to the shapeless head, and she smiled at him, pleased and approving, as she wrenched the weapon out of him. He grinned at her, and he fired.
The smile hung in the air for an instant, and then she was drifting away in shreds of fog.
He stood with his eyes closed, the pistols trembling in his hands, and he tried to remember everything that had just happened. He tried to remember her smile.
DMG: 9 BOSS HP: 0
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Character name: Amity Character appearance: A thin and stretched-looking thing that trembles gently and has the taut, nervous energy of a caged animal pacing. His yellow heart seems hungry, and he wears a blue pendant around his neck. Link to Heart Logx Current HP 28/40 Current weapon equippedSorrow and Rage
As she disappeared the fog became just that--fog--and the boiling of his blood cooled. He still felt faintly buoyed by the echoes of bloodlust, but now there was no fight.
Just the fog.
When for an instant midstep it seemed as though the fog lived again he hoped, he hoped, that another opponent would emerge. Nothing did. But the grey closed in, and Amity gingerly sought out a step.
And then was very nearly yanked off it.
An undignified sound happened and he realized it had come out of his own throat, and in blind panic and the lurking aftereffects of battle zeal he discharged a few useless shots into the fog. The hands withdrew and he stumbled, righting himself as his foot met the edge of the platform.
OK. Calm. Slowly, carefully, he lowered himself to a crouch. He felt the edge of the platform in the dark, and then stretched his fingers into the open air beyond. And reached downward. And downward.
Don't fall. Got it.
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Character name: Amity Character appearance: A thin and stretched-looking thing that trembles gently and has the taut, nervous energy of a caged animal pacing. His yellow heart seems hungry, and he wears a blue pendant around his neck. Link to Heart Logx Current HP 28/40 Current weapon equippedSorrow and Rage
He carefully, slowly, stepped down onto another crumbling platform. But even as he steeled himself for the reaching hands they shot out again, and this time they meant business. His stomach flipped as he was yanked directly into the abyss he'd just felt out, but somehow the thought that he might cry out or scream didn't occur.
He just fell, silently. For what seemed like forever.
He had actually, in a sense, resigned himself to the idea of an infinite descent. Maybe he would finally be able to sleep.
But he hadn't resigned himself so much that he was devoid of relief when his feet gently hit the solid earth. He knew, even before he opened his eyes, what would be there. And there they were.
Maybe these were gifts from the Goddesses. Maybe--the thought made him nervous--by taking them he was agreeing to some unwritten contract.
But he had no way of knowing. He had so little, except the memories he was making, and the memory of his mother singing to him, snatched from the Goddess's hungry hands.
He reached out, and he took one.
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Character name: Amity Character appearance: A thin and stretched-looking thing that trembles gently and has the taut, nervous energy of a caged animal pacing. His yellow heart seems hungry, and he wears a blue pendant around his neck. Link to Heart Logx Current HP 28/40 Current weapon equippedSorrow and Rage
It was a treacherous path, but one that needed to be taken in order to continue forward. His old questions of why he did anything anymore, or what he should do, when, how? The longer he existed, the less he worried and wondered. He took steps forward, and refused to look back. As long as he ultimately grew and gained power, what did it matter the why or how?
The steps that stood above an endless abyss were indeed daunting. There was concern for his own safety, should he miss, trip and fall. The boyish figure leapt from one step to the next, each timed like a clock's ticks. However, somehow, he began to slow down. A thick, murky fog enclosed on him, and he felt himself collapse.
Quote:
1 - The Traitor: They were coming. He knew that, in his heart, with a sort of sick joy - they were coming, and he was the cause of it. Those he had sworn oaths to would die. He had betrayed them, and yet he could not find it in him to be sorrowful. Guilt was gone. There was nothing but emptiness where remorse should be. All that remained was that terrible, trembling joy...
His being shook. The feelings he'd felt from that terrible flash of fog left a taste in his mouth that repelled him. What sort of sick being could feel such a way? Surely, he'd never be like that sort of person. Never...
Right?
But that feeling wouldn't leave. As if it was burrowing into his core and taking over. That sick, twisted sense of disgusting joy.
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Character name: Itoto Character appearance: Small grey male, with sporty clothing. Link to Heart Log:Heart Log Current HP: 40 / 40 Damage: Current weapon equipped: Simple Destruction (2 D8 - 6) Special ability: Queen's Chosen: You can choose three times in the battle to double your attack [0 / 3] Species Ability: Death Hunter: If you miss with the attack dice, you can reroll again. You can do this once PER battle. [0 / 1]
