61-80: You feel the distinct sense that someone is watching you. A lot. It gets more and more intense until you feel like screaming. Maybe you do scream... and the fog just eats the sound. Roll again. Or just collapse into a pile of sobbing. That'd work too. For the fog.
Leia was sure that could feel something. Something watching her. A lot. At first, it didn't seem very bad, but soon enough, it got more and more intense. And soon enough, it became so intense, that she thought that she could scream. Maybe she actually did scream, but she just didn't notice it, and the fog slowly envelopes around her.
She needed to keep trying.
Longing
Character name: Leia {Alice} Character appearance: A small figure of a girl, aligned to Longing. Link to Heart LogHere Current HP 10 Current weapon equipped Broken Wings [2d8-6]
1-20: A pair of hands curls out of the fog and grabs your ankles, pulling in different directions before letting go. Ouch! You feel dizzy and like you might fall off your tiny bit of secure footing. Roll again.
Time for another shot.
She needed to keep trying. Yet the hands scared her yet again. Couldn't they leave her alone for once?
Longing
Character name: Leia {Alice} Character appearance: A small figure of a girl, aligned to Longing. Link to Heart LogHere Current HP 10 Current weapon equipped Broken Wings [2d8-6]
1-20: A pair of hands curls out of the fog and grabs your ankles, pulling in different directions before letting go. Ouch! You feel dizzy and like you might fall off your tiny bit of secure footing. Roll again.
Apparently the fog seemed to like her very much. And it wasn't something that she liked all that much.
Longing
Character name: Leia {Alice} Character appearance: A small figure of a girl, aligned to Longing. Link to Heart LogHere Current HP 10 Current weapon equipped Broken Wings [2d8-6]
81-100: Something grabs you as you step from one platform to the next. You totter on the edge - and then the edge crumbles beneath you and you fall, too sharp and sudden for even wings to be of use. Who knows how far you'll go. Maybe forever? And yet... Pass!
C'mon girl, pull yourself together. You can do this. She took one step, and she could already feel the something on on her with every step that she took, from one platform to the next.
She was trying to get out of the thing's grasp. Yet it ended up not being such a good idea. She had gotten too close to the edge of the platform, and she fell after the edges gave away. It was so sharp, that there was no way for her to grab onto anything to prevent the fall. And she kept falling. D O W N
A N D
D O W N
Longing
Character name: Leia {Alice} Character appearance: A small figure of a girl, aligned to Longing. Link to Heart LogHere Current HP 10 Current weapon equipped Broken Wings [2d8-6]
Just when you're sure you're never going to stop falling, your descent slows - as if the fog is thickening around you, catching you gradually. When you see the ground beneath you you're nearly floating down, not really falling any more... and your feet touch the checkerboard-tiled floor with a gentle thud.
If this is another island, you can't quite tell; the edges, if there are any, are utterly hidden in fog. And you've had enough of falling. Instead, your eyes are drawn to the shining orbs clustered in the center of the floor. Three of them, bright and warm like miniature suns...
Leia was sure that she wasn't going to stop falling. She'd already been falling for some time, yet now her falling seemed to feel as if it had slowed. Maybe the fog was beginning to thicken around her, as if to catch her. She looked down just enough to see that she was just floating downwards, not falling at all anymore. And she slid down to the the checkerboard floor when was close enough, creating a soft thud onto it.
She couldn't tell if this was even where she was before. If it was, she couldn't see any of the edges, most likely hidden in the fog. Leia was for sure, tired if falling to many times.
Her gaze soon fell on 3 little shining orbs that were in the center of the room. The seemed so warm, so inviting to her. She could help but grab one of them to keep, just for herself.
And in doing so, seemed to give her power. And holding onto the piece she felt like she was flying. Literally.
{END}
Longing
Character name: Leia {Alice} Character appearance: A small figure of a girl, aligned to Longing. Link to Heart LogHere Current HP 10 Current weapon equipped Broken Wings [2d8-6]
Ruse walked down the familiar pathway, only to be assaulted by the same memories she had felt last time. She felt everlasting pain and sorrow as she screamed over and over again, willing her family and friends to come back to her, but knowing she would never see them again.
It was more then she could bear, and she Willied herself to die as well, not wanting to put up with this pain any longer...
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Character name: Rusekop Character appearance: A grey figure with a blue heart. Has a set of ear fins. Link to Heart LogHere! Current HP 60 Current weapon equippedGrief Cutter - 2d10-8
Waking from the horrible memory, Ruse stumbled along the platforms until she reached the one that glowed with a red light as the fog swirled around it, and she waited for the figure to appear before she lashed out at it with her sword.
Damage: 6 Boss HP: 14
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Character name: Rusekop Character appearance: A grey figure with a blue heart. Has a set of ear fins. Link to Heart LogHere! Current HP 57 Current weapon equippedGrief Cutter - 2d10-8
She swung the blade again, doing considerable damage to her foe as she did.
Damage: 6 Boss HP: 8
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Character name: Rusekop Character appearance: A grey figure with a blue heart. Has a set of ear fins. Link to Heart LogHere! Current HP 54 Current weapon equippedGrief Cutter - 2d10-8
With a vicious swing, Ruse implied her opponent on her sword, putting the thing out of it's misery as it disappeared.
b]Damage: 9 Boss HP: -1
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Character name: Rusekop Character appearance: A grey figure with a blue heart. Has a set of ear fins. Link to Heart LogHere! Current HP 51 Current weapon equippedGrief Cutter - 2d10-8
Continuing onwards, Ruse kept her footing steady, trying not to fall off the small platform she was now on. As she walked, she felt her ankles pulled by a pair of hands, and while she didn't fall, it still came as a shock.
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Character name: Rusekop Character appearance: A grey figure with a blue heart. Has a set of ear fins. Link to Heart LogHere! Current HP 51 Current weapon equippedGrief Cutter - 2d10-8
She could feel someone's eyes upon her back, and it was so annoying and overbearing she could hardly stand it. Yet running now seemed like a really bad idea.
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Character name: Rusekop Character appearance: A grey figure with a blue heart. Has a set of ear fins. Link to Heart LogHere! Current HP 51 Current weapon equippedGrief Cutter - 2d10-8
Even as she tried to get away, the overbearing feeling of someone watching her lingered on.
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Character name: Rusekop Character appearance: A grey figure with a blue heart. Has a set of ear fins. Link to Heart LogHere! Current HP 51 Current weapon equippedGrief Cutter - 2d10-8
And just like before, something grabbed hold of her feet, unbalancing her to the point the edge of the platform gave way and sent her falling to the depths below.
She wasn't as frightened, but still worried she would go splat. Thankfully she didn't, and came to a slow stop just before the ground. Landing, she moved to collect one of the blessings that were here.
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Character name: Rusekop Character appearance: A grey figure with a blue heart. Has a set of ear fins. Link to Heart LogHere! Current HP 51 Current weapon equippedGrief Cutter - 2d10-8
Suddenly, he was surrounded. His weapon rattled in his grasp and fear settled in his heart. He couldn't do this. There was no way. It was hopeless. Everyone around him already seemed dead, but he couldn't do it. He threw his weapon down and ran like the coward he was.
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The Coward They blotted out the horizon. He shuddered, his weapon rattling in his grip - no, no, he could not face them! He did not want to die! All around him his fellows stood, staring straight ahead, still and stuff at attention as if they were already dead, dead and propped up to wait for final judgement. With a moan, he dropped his weapon and ran through the silent ranks, feeling sick and worthless-
OOC
Character name: Marati Character appearance: See left. Link to Heart LogHere Current HP 50/50 Current weapon equippedDespairs Razor
{Alice - Leia}
