He was interrupted, naturally, by the sight and sound of a tower shield clattering to the floor.
Yes, of course that weapon was familiar - Ernst had one himself. But the fact that it was falling meant that someone who carried one had turned, and immediately his mind leapt to Sylvia, that lovely pastel-haired princess. He strode over to the landing site (hah!), righting the shield and peering around for - ahh.
There was a tiny little pale creature there, scurrying back and forth between the shield and Beth, who he remembered from that encounter with Griffin. He picked Sylvia's shield up and carried it over to Beth as well, following the tiny fennec fox as he did so. He hadn't seen either of these two in a while, and he looked way more haggard than he'd been last - he still had the remains of the formerly-white blazer he'd been wearing, tied around his nose to prevent breathing in too many Circe-associated fumes. "You don't happen to know whose this is, do you?" he asked, setting Sylvia's shield down and resting it against his hip. (His own was slung over his shoulder like a very unwieldy backpack, as usual for him these days - it was fortunate that Davor and Erica had been able to help him find it before heading out.). That was a lovely dress, but he was trying to tell himself that it wasn't familiar. What had Sylvia been wearing when he'd met her and Mathilda and, uh, Frederick?
"I have some - uh - they should be cures, if you're interested." he said to the pair.
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.
Mathilda moved to toward the house, caution slowing her pace. She didn't want to know what traps laid inside, and wasn't too keen on getting caught in one.
She tilted her head when the first couple of Chosen ran inside. Making a questioning noise, Mathilda continued her pace toward the door to see several Chosen already turned. Looking around, Mathilda noticed a huge table spread of food, and that parts of it where already missing.
Mathilda laughed as she by passed the food laid out. Really? Was the Hansel and Gretel? She could tell immediately the food was tainted, no food smelt that good, especially the selection laid out. And really, the pig? Could Circe be more obvious? And besides, she already had poisoned food once this trek, and once is more the enough. Huffing, she let her body move her toward the table, and picked up a plate, but instead of eating it, she moved to the window and tossed the food out the window. However, when she moved to get more, she noticed other Chosen eating and turning.
"Seriously, seriously." She murmured to herself. This was sad, but she guessed that to some Chosen, Circe's spell was too strong.
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Rob looked up at Izzy as he approached her, Sid hot on his trail with his clothes, and bleated angrily. What the hell was Izzy doing, petting him and cooing at him? He thought she hated him! Not that it mattered -- she had cures, and that was all he cared about. They could sort out their differences, whatever the hell she was angry at him about, after they had taken care of Circe.
Though he had to admit, the petting felt good. His little tail wiggled back and forth as Izzy stroked his back. Maybe she didn't hate him after all.
Bleating again (the cutest, tiniest little bleat) he proinged about, his little hooves clattering on the floor. Then he reared back on his hind legs and rammed his head into Izzy's leg. It was the only thing he could think of doing to get her to realize he wasn't no ordinary adorable tiny goat. He was a turned Chosen, and he needed a cure!
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2016 10:58 pm
"Lex, Zan, come on. No fighting." Misha attempted to sigh to show how serious the situation was and how important it was that they behave until they got untransformed or home. Whichever came first. But it was very hard to keep a straight face when the scene before her played out like the cutest of Disney movies! Reaching out, she poked Lex's nose to stop the sqeaking, tempering the motion with a wink. "Hush."
Then she turned back to Zan and ran a gentle hand over the top of his head, ending with an absent scritch behind his ears. "Okay, so this bag is important. I gotcha." Quickly, she untangled it from his shirt and set it aside before neatly folding up his clothing as well. Then she peeked into the bag. Oh, that was it. Cures! An awful lot of cures, in fact. Misha beamed at Zan. "Oh, you amazing man!"
Impulsively, she leaned over and dropped a kiss on the top of his muzzle. "This will help a lot," she announced. Then she stood with the bag and his clothing. She tucked the clothing into the bag, careful to keep it away from the cures. Before she could say anything else or look for her other friends, Misha felt something drive into the back of her leg. "What the..?"
Turning around, Misha gave a little yelp of surprise at the sight of a pale-furred bear standing behind her. He looked more than a little forlorn which was impressive considering he also looked slightly silly thanks to the kerchief around his neck. "... Edward? Oh, my God, is that you?"
She let the bag on her shoulder swing around behind her and reached out with both hands to bury her fingers in the thick fur on either side of his neck. She brought her face close to his and frowned. "Did you eat something? Where are your clothes?"
If you roll a 4+, you manage to resist the enticing smell of the food, passing through the trap unscathed.
She never thought taking care of a bunch of human turned animals would be so...trying.
That was literally all that Mercy was doing after she spent some time fighting animals all by herself [not to mention the battle with Griffin-Rhino]. This whole bayou thing was something she really wasn't feeling at the moment. She was grimy, stinky, sweaty, and just downright uncomfortable [even IF she's been on "missions" where she's had worse to work with]. A shower was the first thing she was going to go for once all this was over. For now, though, she had to focus on the task at hand:
Deciding on whether she wanted to take a bite of the delicious food in front of her.
Whole pig, fresh yams, collard greens and god the cornbread! Almost everything her father would cook around thanksgiving and more, just begging to be eaten...But for some odd reason, the thoughts swirling around in her head was telling her NOT to eat the delicious food before her. As much as she wanted to, Mercy frowned, unable to make herself eat despite the sudden hunger. If her gut was telling her not to eat the delicious food, she would pass and move on. Maybe it was poisoned or worse, given what everyone has been through so far.
She looked around, finally noticing the fact that there were more animals where there should've been chosen. Come to think of it, she hasn't really seen anyone she knew from when they were all scouring through the camp earlier. No Misha, Rob, Sid-Birb, Edward, Caleb, Mal, Math OR Asher...Also, where was Zeb? Mr. Breaking Bad? Mercy sighed and pinched her nose to block the smell, and marched on with determination. Either she was really unobservant, or this witch was a force to be reckoned with. One way or another, she had a feeling she'd be beating something in with her hammer soon, the thought bringing a malicious smile on her face.
She liked it when she got to use her hammer.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2016 12:38 am
Beth was so sweet. It took her almost no time to reassure Sylvia, though Sylvia would remain frustrated with herself for a few moments. Still, Beth was right. This transformation was not unfixable. Sylvia wasn’t sure she wanted to change just yet, especially if there might be more traps set up for the same result; she didn’t want to change just to transform again, wasting cures in the process, especially when others were still at risk as well, and cures were limited. She only wanted to have to cure herself once.
Sylvia nuzzled Beth’s calf in thanks as the girl gathered her clothes and cures and stashed them away. She didn’t expect that Beth would even try to go for the shield -- it was huge and heavy and a bit unwieldy, and would be a pain of a weapon for some. The shield certainly didn’t seem Beth’s style. But it didn’t have to be for her to want to help, and Sylvia appreciated that Beth was willing to try. She stood to the side and watched as Beth attempted to pick the shield up -- to no avail. Sylvia tilted her head a bit, then moved forward to place her chin on Beth’s knee. It was a good try, and such a nice gesture. Sylvia hoped her body language was enough to express her thanks.
She heard her tower shield lifted, metal scraping against the floor, and turned in time to see Ernst approach. Ernst! Her initial reaction was to call out in greeting, but a bark came out instead, and she recoiled a bit. What a strange feeling. Still, she was glad to see him, and she blinked back up at the (now incredibly) tall man. Though he looked a bit like he’d been through hell since their last encounter with the elephant seal. She thought the scraped knees of his poor pants was pretty bad, but now… Goodness, what had happened? Well, she would find out later. For now, he seemed healthy enough, and that was what was important.
When he asked after the shield, Sylvia’s ears flattened against her head again. Hers, it was her shield -- the shield she should be able to hold herself, the shield that should have been safe in her human hands, if she hadn't have been an idiot… She felt ashamed again and snorted at herself, then looked slowly to Beth. She couldn’t remember any others with tower shields, but that didn’t mean there weren’t others out there. Hopefully Beth would answer his question, given that she couldn’t. She flickered between them again when he asked if they would like a cure -- Beth could let him know that they already had a few, though goodness would she have hugged the man for the offer if she could have, especially if she hadn’t had any of her own cures (and frankly it was a miracle that she did). For what it was worth, as Beth responded, Sylvia approached his ankles and leaned against him briefly -- the closest to a hug that she could get for the moment.
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As everyone pulled themselves out of the thick overgrowth, Asher relaxed a little -- squinting at the number that seemed to have been turned into animals and patting, idly, at his own chest. Still human, and he was feeling fine. It left him feeling a bit cocky, a bit sure of himself. It wasn't that easy to get under Asher's skin [and to peel it back, revealing another shape beneath]. It left his eyes a bit bright as he picked out individuals in the murky evening.
And it meant his chin was raised when he stepped into the manor house, dark eyes sweeping over the food. Perhaps it was this self-certainty that made the food only idly appealing, instead of leaving him hungry enough to reach in and devour whatever was close enough to eat. Or maybe it was simply the fact that Asher had never much been a food hound, had only really enjoyed his sweets and overindulged when under the influence. He liked food just fine, but he'd never needed to stuff himself.
A taste was enough. And he was, briefly, tempted to do that. He leaned in to smell a plate of yams, hand resting just lightly on the table -- and then he shook it off, eyes settling on the pig and wondering if it had always been an animal. Or if it had been someone.
He shuddered, shook himself free, and turned in place to look around again -- going very still as he watched Ed rip through his clothes, sprouting fur, muzzle elongating. His mouth fell open, cockiness forgotten in a moment.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2016 8:59 am
Beth blinked and craned her neck to look Ernst in the eye, "Ernst!" She blinked, sweeping her eyes over his clothing and made a soft sound of sympathy. "I'm sorry for your suit. This is Sylvia!" She gestured down at the brown fox at her feet. Had they met before? She wasn't sure, so she said, "You know, the one with pretty white and pastel hair? I watched her turn." She absently and automatically pet Sylvia's head as the fox's ears flattened, her human gaze going a bit unfocused for a second. But then he asked about cures. "Sylvia had some in a baggy." She patted the pocket where she had stashed them. "Do you think you could help me with the shield? It's a bit heavy." He had his own shield, but surely that meant he had the strength in his tall, noodle like frame to hold another.
On second thought, maybe she should just drag it behind her.
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.
Deity: Hera WC: 160, Total: 1479
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Oh. That was Lex, was it? The Master of Mud? Summoner of Sludge? Deity of Dirt? Zan had a lot more to say to the other Hermes Chosen than he could manage at the moment, so instead of trying, he stood up again and looked to Misha instead. It helped that there was petting and praise involved, however brief. He enjoyed those things when he was human as it was, but at the moment they were particularly satisfying.
Cures safe in her hands, he bobbed his thanks and wandered off to quickly circle the room with his new heightened senses. Zan passed Ed the Bear, Asher the Astonished, and a tiny, angry goat before he stopped in front of Ernst and Beth, both comforting in their humanity. There was a fox here too, even smaller than he was, and he pushed down the initial urge to play! in favor of acting like a proper person. He bobbed again in greeting, front legs lifting off of the ground in an unintentional hop. They were talking about shields, and for a second he thought about his dagger, but frankly he'd had enough trouble getting his cures to safety without worrying about a knife too. Maybe he could just push his weapon through the manor with his nose.
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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.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2016 9:39 am
The bear gave an affirmative grumble as Misha sank fingers into the thick fur along the sides of his thick neck, leaning forward into the touch, though unaware of just how much weight he had to throw around now. He lingered like that, for just a moment, before drawing back at her question and turning his head to nod back towards the pile of torn denim and flannel that had formally been his clothing. It was all shredded and split apart at the seams. Utterly useless.
Asher's shell-shocked expression caught Ed's eye before his attention could shift back to Misha, and for a moment he just stared up at the other man, unable to verbalize the look in pale eyes. Don't even say it.. He was aware he'd ******** up, and he didn't really need it immediately tossed back at him.
Of course maybe the look had been unwarrented. Maybe Asher wouldn't have commented. But it seemed likely, given their history thus far.
"Oh." Misha stared at the torn fabric in dismay for a moment which allowed her to miss Ed's attempt at a significant glare at Asher. Then she looked back at the large beast in front of her and one corner of her mouth twitched. one hand came up again to toy with his fur, scruffing and scratching at the side of his neck. Then she dropped her hand to tickle under his chin. Her grey eyes were bright with worrying mischief. Leaning in close to his ear suddenly, Misha whispered, "Whoops. Well, stud, looks like you're going to be bare even after you stop being a bear. At least the scenery around here will improve, right?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2016 12:56 pm
Lex snorted, chuffing slightly as Zan yipped and then fell down. They gave a toothy grin at Misha, trying to look innocent. They? Start something? Misha finger got a lick as she poked their nose. They blinked, tipping their head to take in the bear? Hey, it was another bear!
Forgetting Zan, Lex edged forward, staring and gave a pleased chirp and impulsively launched themselves from the table in an attempt to land on Ed. That fur looked soft!
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Once they emerge from the banquet, now a good number of them animals, they step into the back foyer. Here is a grand staircase that leads to the second floor -- and at the top of it, looking down at the gathered Chosen, is the witch herself. She is dressed in a long gown dripping with flowers, her hair curly and wild around her face, and in one hand she wields a winding, elaborate staff of pale wood.
"I'm impressed you've made it this far." Her tone has a sneer behind it as she shifts, raising her staff to gesture down at them. "Do you have any idea how old I am? Have none of you read the stories, do none of you recognize a Goddess when you lay eyes on her? I am Circe, and I have dealt with better heroes than you. This town is mine now: wild and free, no longer bogged down by your modern ideals. And so it will stay."
Another sweep of her staff, and her eyes seem to lock on each of them in turn. "Humanity has changed since last I walked this realm. Before you were a challenge, worth the effort of seducing, of fooling and defeating. Heroes had magic, and even they struggled against me. Now, what are you? The servants of machines, eyes locked on your tools and toys. If it's servants you want to be, then you will be my servants. And if you won't bend the knee, you'll break."
As she finishes speaking, beasts burst through the back door, entering the building beneath her to attack the PCs. They have a crazed, frantic look around them. Some of them still wear scraps of dark clothing, or have dark liner around their eyes. They don't hesitate to launch into the Chosen.
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It is impossible to reach Circe due to the hoard of beasts guarding the base of the staircase -- and so the Chosen must first go through her minions!
They have ??? HP.
Attack her as per usual combat rules. At the bottom of your post, immediately after posting and BEFORE filling in your RP, please include the following form:
[b]Current Form:[/b] say human, or the animal you are, including size [b]Character HP:[/b] Include your HP here [b]Damage:[/b] How much damage did you do this round? [b]Total Damage:[/b] Refer to the previous person's post to make sure you're up to date!
Please do not post a second time until you have filled out RP for your previous post.
And keep an eye out for more GM posts!
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2016 2:06 pm
Oh no, that little fox was so cute. As it leaned against his ankle he was almost tempted to pick it up - then Beth mentioned who it was, and his face fell.
"I - yes, hi Sylvia," he said, crouching down to awkwardly rub behind her ears. "That's...frightening to hear." He'd almost been expecting it, though - he hadn't seen sight of any other tower shields on this trip, so far. "Good to hear you have some cures, though," he added, looking up at Beth. Was she not using them? Well, if she had some maybe it was her choice. "I've..."
Another little fox came trotting over to the group, hopping a bit in - probably excitement or recognition. It was a pity there wasn't dirt here to scribble names in. He gave Zan a wave before continuing, to Beth. "I can definitely help with her shield," he said to Beth: he was by all admissions a weakling but that thing did not look Beth-sized, and he could at least hold it more reasonably. He offered both the foxes a hand - he'd lift them to a better vantage point, on his shoulders or just in his arms, if they seemed fine with that. "It...looks like you two are at least in your right minds, though."
He hesitated before continuing. It wouldn't hurt for them to know his own shame. "That definitely wasn't the case for me."
It was then that the sorceress entered, or whatever. He had to admit she was stunning: or at least, her fashion sense was. But her disdain for technology? That was the real kicker. He'd have surged forward, possibly forgetting his fox friends, but instead a huge mob of gothy-looking animals poured into the room. He stood up and swung his shield down from his shoulders, pushing forward to shield-bash the animal nearest him: a mindless-looking boar with disgusting teeth and strangely out-of-place eyeliner.
"Where were these guys hiding?"
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.
She's not wrong, Mal supposed. Not wrong, but not right either. And after coming through her traps, baited with the kinds of things that humans want; to be at peace, to have a full stomach, but most of all, to belong, Mal wasn't sure she didn't know that she wasn't wrong.
But not being wrong didn't mean she was right, either.
Which was why Mal met the first animal that chose him as a target, if they were choosing targets and not just running blindly forward, with a heavy downward chop from his sword. He was surprised at just how much damage it did, even if it made his eyes a little tight. He didn't like this at all. Having Circe use animals-- even if they had been people at one time-- was a worse sort of wrong.
Current Form: Human Character HP: 50/50 Damage: 6 Total Damage:11
Character Name:Mal Gherig Brief description of character: Mal is the the quintessential ice prince; cool in a crisis, he keeps a space of calm around himself even when the world is falling to pieces, but what you see on the surface isn't necessarily what's going on beneath. He has no fear of appearing like an a*****e in order to play devil's advocate, and will frequently go out of his way to do so in order to force others to think about their choices.
