If you roll a 4+, you manage to resist the enticing smell of the food, passing through the trap unscathed. If you roll a 1, you're turned into a small animal, but retain your wits. Until you're cured, your HP is 70, and you deal 5 damage each turn, no roll required. If you roll a 2, you're turned into a medium animal, but retain your wits. Until you're cured, your HP is 60, and you deal 8 damage each turn, no roll required. if you roll a 3, you're turned into a large animal, but retain your wits. Until you're cured, your HP is 55, and you deal 12 damage each turn, no roll required.
"Nope, not a single cure on me." Rob allowed himself to be half-led by Sid as the two of them made their way into the big old house that Circe apparently called home. "Izzy does though," he nodded, pointing out the tall girl who had helped turn Sid from a bird back to a human, "and Lex… wherever Lex is." He kept a careful eye on the two Chosen he'd pointed out, just in case the witch had more tricks up her sleeve.
The aroma of food hit Rob's nose then, and he looked around the room they found themselves in. On the table was a spread the likes of which he'd never seen in his life, not even at the Prytaneum. All manner of food, including an entire roast pig, lay on the table, looking and smelling utterly enticing. "Oh man," he moaned softly, the emptiness of his belly finally hitting him. This had to be another one of Circe's traps, though, and he hesitated. The food that had turned the Chosen in the first place was likely her doing.
But… he'd eaten an entire bowl of the stew back at the camp and nothing had happened. Surely it'd be okay to have just a bite…
Before Sid or anyone could stop him, Rob plucked the corner off a piece of cornbread and ate it. Suddenly he felt his pants slide down around his ankles -- wait, hocks? Hooves? Why was the world so much bigger all of a sudden? He tried to talk, to ask Sid what the hell was going on, but the tiniest cutest bleat came out instead. AW ********! Rob, you stupid ********>
The pygmy goat that was Rob stomped a tiny hoof angrily and bleated again before bouncing off in Izzy's direction.
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It wasn't like Ernst recognized every Chosen by face. Humans were coming out of the woods and onto the lawn, and he tried to pull as many people as he could out of there with his jacket still secured over his face. But eventually they ran out of people to help. Eventually he just had to move on. Into the creepy house he went, then.
He didn't know what to expect here. Circe definitely knew they were coming, after all. The fact that people had been turning into animals this whole venture - yeeeeah. He had to wonder, though, whether the Goth kids had had to face all of these trials every time they wanted to come - or whether she cared that they had.
In the end, Ernst was surprised to see the dinner laid out for them. They all knew what eating had meant earlier - so it'd be obvious to avoid this meal, delicious and filling as it looked. He was spared the apparently tempting smell by the convenient jacket he'd tied around his nose. Its smell wasn't exactly pleasant, considering it'd been sitting out in the swamp while he'd been a giraffe. But it wasn't going to turn him into a giraffe again, either, so he was thankful for small mercies. Unfortunately, the same wasn't true for the whole group.
Too late, though, he saw people actually go and - were they taking bites of that? "Hey!" he called. "The food was the problem before, don't - "
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 dressed, for once, in a worn-down ensemble with no florals in sight.
Preoccupied with Lex's charming charades, Misha missed the underlying semi-order in the way Edward touched her before he trotted back to the spore-ridden area to rescue stragglers. She merely made a faint noise of acknowledgement to his promise of returning soon. Her focus was too intent on Lex who, luckily, proved very coherent with mime work and she nodded, scooping the cure back into the bag. Then she gave him a little scritch behind the ears before he scampered back to Beth and Sylvia and Brian.
Misha stood, shoved the bag of cures into the pocket of her tight jeans, and, ignoring the idea of staying put, quickly moved to the side of her friends. She crouched in a smooth motion and rubbed a gentle hand over Beth's back before reaching forward to tuck some dark hair behind the other woman's ear. She met Sylvia's eyes over Beth's head. Concern reflected there. Still, she smiled bravely. "That's our girl, Beth," she murmured. "Just take it slow. Be careful."
Then she twisted to look up at Brian. Reaching out, she put a hand to the side of his leg, a sort of grounding by touch, and smiled to show she was okay. Straightening from her position once more, she moved her hand from his leg to his bicep, rubbed a bit, and leaned in to rest her cheek against his shoulder. "I'm going ahead," she murmured. "Please, please be careful."
With that, she padded ahead as quickly an quietly as she could... Arriving through the doors just in time to see Zan go all cute and furry himself. Misha pursed her lips, closed her eyes, and inhaled slowly through her nose. This was getting really, really annoying.
When she reopened her eyes, she took in the bounty of food but her eyes kept returning to the frantically motioning fox. Despite the way her mouth watered at the delicious aromas, the brunette focused on her fellow Chosen instead and moved to his side. She crouched beside him and put out a hand towards his bag. "I'm guessing this is important?" she half-asked.
“Well, I guess don’t go doing anything stupid, then.” Sid said, making a note of the two chosen with cures as they hurried out of the spore cloud and into the interior of the house through a back door. She flashed a look around, disregarding the food on the table in her search for guards or protectors, or something… Surely the witch wouldn’t just rely on traps that had thus far mostly failed to protect her home.
If there were no guards, and they were getting closer, it meant the traps had to be better, right? Harder to get past.
“Rob, don’t touch anything…” She said as she turned back, just in time to watch him pop something into his mouth. Her eyes widened as he abruptly began to change, his form getting smaller and decidedly fuzzier.
“Oh, you numpty bugger…” Sid breathed as she blinked down at her friend, now a rather adorable little goat. All around her, others were falling to the temptation of the food and Rob was rushing off towards Izzy, already cashing in on knowing someone with a cure. “You’d think everyone would have gotten the idea when the thing that turned us in the first place was food.”
Grabbing up her friend’s things, the DJ slung them over her shoulder and went after him.
“You look ******** ridiculous.” She commented, watching him trot along with his tail high.
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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:
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Really? Lex bounded over to the table, chattering at the chosen. Don’t you take a bit… and welp, that explained it. They snorted, sniffing over the sudden pile of clothing before padding about to the front of the shirt. Lex looked over the fox that once was Zan and gave a sharp noise that probably could be summed up as ‘you idiot’. They rolled their eyes, as best as an otter could and moved to the next pile of clothing.
Which sprung out a goat! They gave a surprise squeak and snort, chattering angrily at the cranky goat. Only had yourself to blame genius. Lex chuffed and bounded, more like scrambled, onto the table and knocked the nearest dish of food off and chattered some more.
While he had, for the most part, managed to clear his lungs, Zebulon was still coughing when he entered the witch's manor.
Mushrooms were awful.
Fortunately, there was something else that swept into his nostrils to take away the still remaining scent. Was that -- was that a roast pig? And cornbread? Of course it was a trap; that was practically a no-brainer at this point. After all, it was the food that had caused this whole problem in the first damn place. Despite his better judgement, though, he drifted closer, drawn in by how delicious it all smelled. He didn't really eat pork much, thanks to Diryas' sensitives, and right now, he could imagine nothing better than digging his teeth into it--
He reached out for the food, nearly taking some of it for himself before he suddenly froze. No. This was a trap. As soon as they got to the Queen of Witches and Goth Teens and Poisoned Food, they could take her out and he could go eat something at The Hearth or even back home at one of the nice restaurants in Baltimore...
He drew his hand back and took a few steps back just to make sure he wouldn't be tempted again, before surveying his environment. Seemed like some had been unable to resist the trap. Was that-- Zan? Whoops.
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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: Sat Oct 22, 2016 4:01 pm
When the desire had hit Izzy to eat the food of the table, she was aware enough to resist the banquet spread, and instead tore open a Powerbar from her pocket and gnashed into that again. Some silly people were eating from that table - what weak-willed Chosen they must be to fall prey to such an obvious trap.
Then...the most adorable creature bounded towards her, leaping forward with small cloven hooves. Rarely did animals melt her heart, but tiny pot-bellied pigs usually did the trick, and so did this small, fuzzy, plump little copy of a goat. An actual coo left her throat.
"Oh, sweet thing.". Izzy crouched down to the little goat, and pet the creature along its back. "Did you escape from the witch's roast?"
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He nodded, or tried to. It manifested as more of a sharp, bobbing bow, accompanied by another huff. Zan could see his muzzle jutting out past his line of sight, his white paws with their little black pads, but he still had no idea what sort of animal he had turned into. He hoped it was something suitably badass, but judging from his proximity to the floor, he was pretty sure he was just... cute. Disappointing.
Zan nosed the small canvas bag that rested next to his clothes, the strap that had crossed his chest now tangled in his shirt. Inside were a good number of cures, enough to split between Misha and anyone else who wanted something to carry, but before he could get that across or see whether or not she would open the bag to figure that out for herself, a very sassy otter started squeaking at him, distracting Zan from his important business.
What?
His brow furrowed as well as it could and he yipped loudly in response, falling back on his haunches as he surprised himself. So much for silent and stealthy if those were the kinds of sounds that were coming out of him now.
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Character Name:Zan Gethin Brief description of character: Friendly, perceptive, phony. Zan has wholeheartedly embraced the more mundane aspects of his new life at the Prytaneum—such as regular meals, his stipend, and the gym—but his inability to stick with any one thing for long has left him struggling to pin down how he might best serve his god long term.
Once assured that Beth was okay, Sylvia helped her up and began to lead them into the house ahead. Others were pressing forward, and they needed to stay with the group. She kept an arm locked with Beth’s -- not just for connection anymore, but for any support she may still need after her coughing fit. Hopefully she would be fine as they kept moving, but just in case, she wanted Beth to know she had someone to lean on.
Unfortunately, she wouldn't be there for long. She didn’t mean to leave Beth’s side -- she would never leave a friend behind on purpose. But goddess, the smell… Food, real food, was waiting for them inside, and it smelled amazing. She had hardly eaten in days, so afraid of what had happened to anyone else. She knew, somewhere, that the same logic should apply here -- and yet, she was moving toward the table. She couldn’t seem to stop herself. She didn’t even realize what was happening until the blueberry exploded in her mouth, soft sweetness spreading over her tongue and immediately losing its allure as the world became bigger.
Sylvia realized her mistake almost immediately. How could she have done such a stupid thing?! She snarled in frustration at herself, huge ears flattened against her head. She ducked to burrow her head under the dress now pooled around her. Idiot! And from her new perspective, she seemed to be a fairly small animal as well. Hopefully she wasn't useless… After a moment of shame, she pulled her head out again and finally looked at herself. She had soft, blonde hair, claws at the end of small paws, and her senses of smell and hearing were heightened -- her hearing was incredible, actually. She was hearing every shift of cloth and step around her, and frankly she wasn’t sure how to process it. She knew, from what she heard and what she was seeing as she looked around, that at least she wasn’t the only one who had made a mistake.
She huffed at herself and set to trying to do what little she could to put things in order. Sylvia turned back to Beth, looking as sorry as her new face would allow, walking up to touch her nose to Beth’s shin -- trying to convey how much she understood how she’d screwed up. After a moment, she lifted up on her hind legs and tried to touch Beth’s hand (though coming a little short, unless Beth met her half-way), and then moved over to her clothes. She took some cloth in her mouth and pulled the pile slowly towards Beth, leaving it nearby in the hopes that Beth would hold onto it for when she, hopefully, returned to normal. And on that thought, she turned and ducked under the shield that had fallen to the floor, squeezing to reach down to where she had tucked a bag of (hopefully) cures where her hand had once been supporting the weapon. She tugged it free and brought that to Beth as well. It was more important than the clothes, even, and she insistently lifted on her hind legs again, stabilizing against Beth’s calf and holding the baggy up so that her friend could retrieve it.
She wanted to find someone to take her shield, too, if she could… But that could wait. And she wasn’t even sure who to try and ask yet...
Sylvia is now a fennec fox!
[ If anyone is up for hauling Sylvia's tower shield around until she's better, let me know! Either contact me, or just quote me if a character wanders over and retrieves it. ;D ]
Briiva did her best to ignore the food they had found, she really did. Her hunger however had other plans. It seemed that even though she was no longer a tiger, she still had the memory of an appetite fitting to one. She scarfed down some food, even while mentally screaming at herself not too. Then again, if the same thing happened as before, it couldn't be all bad, right?
She felt the transformation coming on, but this one was different. It was a shrinking sensation rather than a feeling that everything was coming two sizes to small. And thankfully, this time her bag was closed so the contents didn't spill out on it hitting the ground. In just moments there was a pile of clothing wherein Briiva had once been, and underneath a wriggling as the newly transformed chosen tried to break herself free. Thankfully she seemed to keep her sense of self this go around, and was able to consider herself lucky in the fact that her clothes where all in one piece, and not totally destroyed.
Maneuvering herself out of the clothing pile, Briiva's nose twitched briefly as she took in the scents all around her. She could smell several other turned chosen, and seemed to have fairly little in the way of prey instincts, which she also took as a good sign. Feeling her face slowly before looking at her paws, Briiva turned them over as what she had become came clear to her.
Badger? ******** sweet!
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2016 5:23 pm
He'd barely stepped away before someone else--someone with pink hair and a few more inches--made his way to the little knot of Chosen that had gathered together, though that knot was now dispersing. Temporarily. Edward paused as he looked up at the other man, brows twitching has he tried to recall if they'd meet previously. They hadn't, at least not to his knowledge. "Sure, why not." The more hands helping those lagging behind, the quicker they all progressed, and the sooner they got to that damn witch. The sooner they got to go home.
There weren't many stragglers, though. What few there were hadn't needed much more than a hand up and a little shove, and Ed was able to mumble a thanks to the tall new comer before moving quickly through the crowd again, looking for Misha and Asher.
He spotted them inside, though his attention wavered as the scent of decadent food hit his senses. Logically it was pretty ridiculous, but still his gaze dipped to the table and the mounds of succulent food set out and waiting for them. A moment before he hadn't been hungry, now he was ravenous, and as much as he tried to pull himself away...
It was just a taste, a berry plucked from the top of a mound, but it was enough. He'd barely swallowed it, barely finished chewing, when he realized his folly, and no amount of trying to spit the damn thing out was going to help. The damage had been down, and Ed could feel himself ******** shifting, body broadening, hair sprouting. The ex-bouncer dropped as the spell worked it's magic. There was the awful sound of ripping fabric, a pained sound turned deep snarl midway through, and the thump of mammoth paws as large, pale furred bear clambered to it's feet where Edward had been. It shook it's head, a resigned, irritable growl sounding from it's massive chest, before what seemed like a sigh puffed past sharp teeth. Great.
At the very least, he'd retained his wits. It was certainly better than the alternative. And much safer for everyone around him.
And speaking of those around him, he needed to get back to Misha, Asher, and Misha's friend-turned-otter. Bending at the neck, the bear grabbed what was left of the handkerchief that'd been around his neck, then padded heavily over to the leggy brunette so he could bump his nose into the back of her thigh.
Marisol's stomach lurched as the delicious scents from the dining room were inhaled. She couldn't remember the last time she ate--had she even eaten since she'd been lucky enough to avoid the transformation many had experienced after eating the stew.
The memory caused her stomach to revolt and she took a step back, nearly tripping over the wolf that was emitting a low growl. She managed to catch herself, hand coming down to caress the dense pelt in reassurance, before she turned to give the enchanted food a wide berth.
She couldn't give in. There was no way she'd do that to Rose, not purposefully, as she had to remain human. With no sign of Cas and without yet having the chance to ask anyone else to make sure the singer got the cure, it was up to her. And she wasn't terribly sure she trusted anyone to choose Rose if she gave up ownership of the cure and their most important person turned. She'd rather starve than relegate Rose to a lifetime of being a wolf.
Moving to exit the dining room she wonder where Cas was. What if he had turned again? She froze in her steps, then whirled around to make sure she didn't see him among the others. She didn't but whether that relieved the fear or not--they really needed something like the maurader's map...
Character Name:Marisol Whelan Brief description of character: Marisol is a young woman who is adept at fitting in and capable of charming most of those she meets. A thrill seeker at heart, she does not shy away from difficult tasks or the spotlight.
Deity: Hermes Weapon: Whip HP: 47 Minicert:
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2016 6:33 pm
If you roll a 2, you're turned into a medium animal, but retain your wits. Until you're cured, your HP is 60, and you deal 8 damage each turn, no roll required.
Tom thought he had finally made it past all of Circe’s stupid traps. They had FINALLY made it into the manor and had barely gotten to look around before the delicious aroma invaded their senses. As he went into the room where the food was Tom couldn’t help his mouth watering though his mind was yelling, SCREAMING at him to not go for the food because seriously, why would there just be an amazing feast laid out unless it was another trap? Because that’s what it was.
However, it seemed that Circe had enchanted the food, and before he knew it, Tom had taken a bit and ONCE AGAIN turned into a long-eared owl. As soon as he realized what had happened he angrily screeched out and flew around a bit, trying to get rid of some of his anger. It took quite a bit for him to get angry, and it seemed that Circe had pushed enough of his buttons to make him mad.
Not only mad though, but out for revenge! If he could talk, he would be shouting She is getting TALONS TO THE FACE!!! He wouldn’t even bother trying to get out of the animal for this time. He might as well just stick in it until they were done with all of this. They could probably make the cure again but he was tired of changing forms and losing his clothing. As soon as this problem was over he was going to devote some time into seeing if he could find some way to break spells/curses/whatever this was.
Character Name:Tom Wolf Brief description of character: A new doctor who tends to be quite sarcastic though isn't sarcastic with his patients. A bit in the dumps because he has been unable to find a job as of yet. Always wears a black cowboy hat when possible.
Beth felt herself comforted by not just one but two sets of people as she spluttered. Both Misha and Sylvia murmured to her, stroking her back as her gasps and wheezes subsided. Taking Misha's advice, she let herself cough until she was hiccupping, no matter how long it took her. She pushed herself up from hands and knees, wobbling a bit and having to reach out to Brian to steady herself. Luckily, Sylvia had her in an elbow-to-elbow grip. She nodded. "I'm...I'm okay."
Happily, she fell in step with Sylvia, she let her lead them toward the looming house above them. When they stepped in, she let herself wonder at the crumbling majesty, turning around and gaping up at the roof. And then her eyes alighted upon the table set with food. Her stomach growled. She lightly pressed her hand against her belly. "Shh, tummy. That's probably all poisoned or whatever." She sighed and turned around, suddenly realizing that Sylvia was no longer with her. Brian was gone, too, but she couldn't tell where where he had disappeared to. But Sylvia she could see. She was pulling food from the table and into her mouth. Beth gasped but could do nothing as Sylvia vanished before her eyes.
She scrambled over to her clothes, watching the lump that she guessed was Sylvia. "Sylvia!" She cried, trying to pull the cloth off her, trying to help her escape. Soon she had poked her sandy brown head out, large ears pressed against her head in what might have been embarrassment. Beth gasped as she gazed plaintively up at her and then pressed her cold nose to her bare shin. Despite it all, Sylvia did make a cute fennec fox. She gently patted the transformed Chosen's head, then stroked her ears delicately, a move made even easier as Sylvia attempted to go on her back legs to reach her. "It's okay, you'll be okay." Especially with how many cures were in the bag the fox brought to her. She tried to help gather up the clothes Sylvia had left behind, trying to roll them up so they would fit in her bag.
She gave the shield a dubious look. "Well, I don't know if I can lift this, but...no harm in trying?" She curled her fingers around the edge and lifted with her knees, but to no avail. She sighed. "Well, that was my best." She wished Brian had waited. Maybe he could have lifted the shield.
Weapon: Whip (agile ranged) HP: 50/50 Dmg:
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.
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