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 Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2012 1:50 pm
Arin:
Hp: 229 / 5262
Kp: 1/ 5355
Toxin DC: 300
fort save: 241 + 42
300+ no longer paralyzed.
The woman stepped into the tunnel in the wall, which was tall enough to walk in. She cradled Arin as the last hope that her race had, and was amazed that such power resided in something so small. As they walked, the door behind them closed and it was now pitch black. Even to an Orsan there was no path. The ore in the walls was scatter haphazardly, and it was only a very small very secret pattern that had been memorized by the woman at a young age that allowed her to know that they were even making the right turns. They seemed to walk for a long time, but this deep in the crust even the cycles of the planet are strange. At times the tunnels were small, and at others they were large, but they didn't seem to be carved by ay intelligent being. "You cannot use your power anymore, child. The Devourer will smell you. You will kill us all. Do you understand?" She turned to face him in the absolute darkness.
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2012 3:21 pm
Lite looked up at the lady, realizing he had clearly made a grave error flying a while back."Yes. I'm sorry I put you and Auntie in danger because of me." he bowed respectfully to the lady, and stood straight once more."You've done nothing but try to help her, and I've only put all of us at risk. I am sorry for my ignorance." Humility is a hard thing for a saiyan to learn, let alone practice. especially a kid.However, the time Lite spent with Rota when he was a mere Tiger cub struck a cord with him, and he took all his dad's teachings to heart.On the inside, he was still nursing a fear that this is all a trap. he couldn't focus on that thought though, only prepare for if it was true.
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Zyke Alastar rolled 7 20-sided dice:
8, 20, 16, 10, 14, 20, 15
Total: 103 (7-140)
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2012 5:04 pm
Sprinting full speed after the Conculs, with his superior speed it was no time at all that he caught up to the poor bastards. With the last step of closing the distance, Zyke leaps into the air, soaring through while drawing the blade off his back. Landing on the back of the Concul, Zyke draws his sword, spinning it in his hand and driving down his mounts spine. Going for a swift and decisive kill.
As Zyke was riding on the Concul's back though, it swung wildly with it's tail in an attempt to knock of the intruder.
(Zyke's Health: 836/ 750)
(DB: 57 / 72 AC)
(Concul's Health: 150/ 150)
(DB: 24/39 AC)
(Last three rolls are Concul attacks)
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Zyke Alastar generated a random number between
81 and 120 ...
112!
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2012 5:17 pm
(Zyke's damage to Concul)
(+80)
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2012 5:21 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 11:00 am
The child's heart was gaining cadence more quickly than anticipated. Any Orsan struck by the Devourer would be killed immediately, if not die in the intervening paralysis brought by the toxin. "What is she? I've never seen anything survive injuries like this. And to stand against the Devourer... Who would --who could-- do such a thing?" She shook her head. It was no time for that. She held Arin close --ignoring the bizarre feeling of the grotesque mass that was Arin against her own skin-- and took a step back, falling into a vertical tunnel approximately three feet in diameter. It was perfectly camouflaged to an Orsan's eyes. The patterns on the floor at this particular dead end formed a flawless picture with the patterns in the shaft, so that you would never think it was anything but a bad choice to turn down.
As the air rushed around the Orsan's ears, she put her back to the shaft and it leveled out after a short time, coming to another graceful stop. She looked around and let out a long breath. "Home..."
They had fallen in absolute darkness for what felt like a mile, and had come out into a huge vault deep within the planet. There was an entire village down here, with over thirty buildings carved out of stone. Some were businesses, others were living quarters, were upwards of twenty Orsans might live in comfort. In all, it was an impressive establishment, considering the mud and thatch homes the Orsans usually lived in. Any other race would miss it, but the buildings were actually color-coded by function, and had no other outward differentiation. The entire thing was lit with lanterns that shone a light blue color, and gave the whole thing a peaceful feeling.
The Orsan woman paced slowly forward as the villagers stared and backed into their homes. On the far wall of the vault was a humble structure; the home of the Smith. She paced slowly towards it, ignoring the looks she was being given, covered in blood and carrying a Stranger, being followed by another Stranger. She stared straight ahead, determined.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 1:32 pm
The woman strode forward to the Smith's home, and an Orsan stepped out of the door.
The man was massive by Orsan standards, and the black apron that he wore was marked with burns and soot. The Smith crossed his arms across his broad chest and looked down his nose at the visitors. "Surely you have not forgotten the punishment for bringing Strangers here, Lost One?" His voice was deep, and he spoke with an authority no normal Orsan could command. He eyed the visitors coolly.
The woman --the Lost One, as he had called her-- held his gaze. "The Devourer has been awakened... The child I have here was wounded while injuring it. After fighting back the entire population of City Five. She was already injured before the battle began... Our weapons were as useless against her as Kongen grass against Lungblight. She suffered only one injury in the battle before she fell to the Devourer." The Lost One raised her chin. "By my blade."
The Smith stared at the woman and the corpse in her hands. "If what you say is true, then you have merely destroyed what little chance we had against the Devourer. Why should we believe your words, and why should we not lay down the punishment for which your crimes demand?"
A new Orsan woman stepped out of a building nearby, looking frail and walking slowly to the Smith and the Visitors. "Stay your judgment, Smith... This one is alive." She smiled softly. "But not for long if we stand here bickering. We must either save the child or kill them all. Though if what has been said is true, that may not be so simple as it seems. Long has it been since the Devourer has left a victim alive... And the wound is clear enough." To the Herbalist's white eyes, the venom of the Devourer stood out as a brilliant light, and it surrounded the wound in Arin's stomach as well as faint traces being found in her blood. "And the toxin is already dispersed. If nothing else, the child bears an unheard of resistance to the toxin... I request to study her blood." She looked back to the Smith "And I need her alive to do that..."
The veins on the Smith's neck and muscles seemed to fade slightly... He turned his black eyes to the Herbalist. "Very well." he conceded. "Save the child if you must. The Smith ran his hand over his scalp, grimy from his hours before the forge. "You, child. What reason does the Lost One have for bringing you here and exposing this place?" He did not seem too fond of strangers... His large black eyes bored into Lite as he waited for a response.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 4:12 pm
Lite looked at the smith, his tail flicking back and forth rhythmically. "That 'child' is My queen and Auntie. her Name is Arin. I was told to keep her safe at all costs, so I made sure to do just that. the 'Lost One' lead me here to get Auntie some help. I am sorry for intruding, but I couldn't stand idly by and wait. he bowed respectfully with that last sentence, and rose a little while afterward. "If repelling this 'Devourer' or whatever you call it is a goal, then I may be able to help, at least." he donned his claw gauntlets, remembering the elegant feel of them, and how much a part of him they were."I may not be quite as strong as Aunite Arin, but I have my methods. Besides, we're not the only ones of us that are on this planet."
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 3:46 pm
"Child, I'm afraid it's not that easy. This place is kept secret for a reason. I'm afraid you cannot leave. Especially being brought here by this one." He glared at the Lost One.
Adopting a softer tone, the Herbalist looked to the boy. "Child... It is not wise for you to leave. If you were to leave not only would the safety of everyone here be compromised... But your Auntie Arin would be alone when she wakes up. The Devourer cannot be defeated by anything we know of... Every strike merely makes it stronger. Perhaps you could assist me? The Lost One needs to speak with the Smith, and we must get the Wounded to my table. I am not strong enough to carry such a burden." She smiles softly, and seems to exude a matronly air. She ignored the look she was getting from the Smith, maintaining her smile to Lite.
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 11:14 pm
Lite strapped his claw gauntlets back onto his belt."I'm sorry, I did a bad job of explaining. I don't plan on leaving without Auntie, I was just saying that if you all need help with the thing that did this to her later, I can help." Lite smiled slightly "But in the meantime, of course I'll help you." Lite looked at 'the Lost One' "Can I please have my Auntie back now?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 8:23 pm
"... Of course." The Lost One looked warily at the Smith as she carefully handed Arin to the Striped One. She looked like she was waiting for him to attack. Which was ridiculous...
He would of course wait until the guests were no longer in sight. He bored holes in the Lost One with intensity befitting a monster having entered ones home. It was the Smith's duty to pass judgment down on the Lost One, as it had been when she was still a welcome member of the Village.
The Herbalist smiled and looked back to the Smith as she led Lite away. She gave him a stern look before turning back to the boy with a smile and bringing him into the clinic, where she gestured to a stone table carved with a humanoid indentation where Arin's body might rest. It was not the largest table she had, but it was the right size for the young Queen. She began moving about and grabbing herbs from the cabinets that surrounded the room.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 9:56 pm
Lite followed the Lady to her house. he set Arin on the table, and looked at the lady. "What can I do to help?"
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Emily Marneth rolled 1 20-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 11:49 pm
((Gotta cut the one-liners down, Rota.
Herbalist alchemy check:
alchemy 100
1d20 + 100
Rota, should Lite choose to help, roll an alchemy check.))
"Hmmm... Yes, for now, grind these leaves." The Herbalist handed him a mortar and pestle, filled with leaves that to Lite's eyes were gray, as were the mortar and pestle. The Herbalist turned around and began to grind several other leaves together in a larger bowl, perusing the other cabinets calmly as she worked, occasionally stopping to grab another gray plant to add to the mixture. "I'm sure we'll be able to get her feeling better, child. But you must understand... After injuries like these, it will take some time... And she will never be the same, if she wakes up... That she is still alive and not worsening is no small miracle, but we cannot count on those miracles to sustain her. From whence do you come, child, and how does it happen that you are here now?" She was interested in the physiology of these people. And laying on her table was a perfect picture of their interior structure. It was not unlike an Orsan in structure, but it boasted vast differences internally.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 4:39 pm
((107 alchemy check, masterwork potion. Triples the 2% healing rate while resting, raising it to 6% and meaning that from zero, it takes 17 posts to reach full health.))
posts: 1/17
The Herbalist nodded her head softly as she seemed to be content with the mixture she had concocted. The basin Arin was resting in began to fill with water, submerging her in the clear liquid, leaving just her face exposed to the air. The Herbalist poured in the mixture of leaves and turning the water a murky gray color, soaking Arin in what appeared to be the least appetizing bathtub of tea ever seen by Lite. As Arin's blood and bits of flesh were absorbed by the mixture, it turned an even more disgusting shade of murky gray/red that could put one off their appetite.
Arin's face was unmoving as the tea began to soak into her blood and muscles, for there was no skin left to soak into, to be sure (it was undoubtedly due to her saiyan heritage that she even had hair left.) If not for the very subtle rippling of the liquid as she exhaled through her nose, one might assume she was dead and that this was a very morbid, slow way to dispose of a body in a vat of acid. In her mind, though, she was active. She stood in the middle of a field, tall, vivid grass set against a pale blue sky, all too terribly bright for just a moment, before her eyes adjusted and she was able to really take in her surroundings. She stood in a field of flowers, the wind disturbing the vegetation as she watched. It was almost as if she were on an ocean of green, purple and red, the way the flowers flowed and the wind moved in waves over the plain.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 4:46 pm
posts: 2/17
Arin stood without wondering where she was. In a way, she knew, but all at once she didn't know and didn't care. There was very little on her mind as she watched the beauty of the internal flow of her emotions. Each wind was a representation of the changing of the tides of her mind, her thoughts, her imaginings. Each flower was an important memory, and they were sorted by the color of the bloom. As she began to walk through them, they began to whisper to her fingertips, and she closed her eyes to listen. This flower was the time she had been chased by a family of tigers for two days before finally getting away by burying herself in a deep puddle of mud, destroying her scent and hiding her from them long enough that they lost interest. On her other hand was the time she had spotted a tiny bird attacking a tiger with no thought to its own life.
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