You dreamed of voices. Colliding, greater powers, familiar at the same time. You see faces, memories of those who could once be called of the Four Clans, before everything obscures again. Now awake, you feel off. The first thing you do is look around.
Everything in your abode is as it should always be with one odd exception.
Something is staring at you
Thicker than creatures of Insanity or Miasma are these strange shadow-like beings who are hungrily taking contents of your space, be it oddly enough the tent structure you live in or a more developed dwelling, and shoveling it into their formless mouth, and a third one who is proceeding to do the same with anything occupying your room. Another one pops into existence, and then another, rising from wherever there is space.
At this point you have two options:
Stay in the room and defeat the shadowlings
Base Shadowling: 10/10 HP A particularly bold shadowling blinks at you. It waves its feeble claws and antennae at you.
OOC: ATTACKING
- All players can only roll 2d6 - 6 (2 6-sided dice minus 6) for the damage they do. - Every time you roll you take 2 damage yourself from your usual HP pool. - You CANNOT use any special effects/ Fear/ etc etc bonuses right now, you can only roll 2d6-6 regardless of what year you are in. - When your shadowling hits 0 HP (you can attack until it hits 0 HP) you have defeated it! Continue on below
Run away!
Not all horsemen were meant to fight.. Maybe Medea and the others would understand that some day.
OOC
- Your room takes 30% room damage. It means when you come back to your room, it has taken damage equal to around 20% of the total room damage, rped however you would like. - continue on below
The Sanctuary is oddly dark and empty and as you continue running, you notice more shadowlings popping up from the floors, flanking you left and right. The left and right entrances are swarming in black, teeming masses of shadowlings leaving you with only one exit: through the portal and into the Lair itself.
There were some things Ying liked seeing when she woke up. Morning birds, breakfast being cooked by her brother- heck, sometimes she would admit to liking waking up in the same tent as her brother, because it meant he was still safe.
Beady yellow eyes were not on her list of "things she liked to wake up to."
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh," Ying screeched, thrashing about in her blankets. Effectively she did more damage to herself in the blanket than the poor shadowling who was just staring at her and not doing much of anything. "B-BACK FOUL BEAST, OR I SHALL ... I SHALL ... OOOOOH I don't know, but I'll do it!!"
Ying grabbed the closest object to her- a hair pin- and chucked it a tthe monster. He seemed rather amused by it, not particularly responding one way another.
"I-I'm warning you! Stay back!" Where was her idiot brother? He could've squashed it with how tall he was! This wasn't fair at all!
HP: 76/80 DMG: 1 / 2 = .5 (round up to 1) Enemy HP: 9/10
Ying threw a chopstick that had been left over from last night's dinner (which she'd eaten on the work table because she'd been busy with Lan's new sash!)
The shadowling picked it up and began a strange sort of air-drumming dance. "Y-You stop that right now or I'll ... I'll ..." Ying held up the other chopstick. The shadowling actually seemed rather intrigued, and almost welcoming at the prospect of an addition to his collection.
Ying threw the other chopstick, which phased through the beast, but seemed to unsettle it. She thought that a rather good outcome, all things considered.
"Yes! Now you see that I a-am a formidible foe so ... stay back!"
The shadowling tilted its head and picked up the other chopstick. Now it had a set!
HP: 68/80 DMG: 3 / 2 = 1.5 (rounded up to 2) Enemy HP: 6/10
This time Ying threw Jing's hairbrush. Her brother deserved it for deserting her like this! In her time of need! Besides, what was one hair brush to her safety?
Oh the tiny creature didn't like that at all. In fact, it was rather bristled! Egregious! "O-Oh no. Please stay back. It was an accident I swear!"
HP: 66/80 DMG: 3 / 2 = 1.5 (rounded up to 2) Enemy HP: 4/10
Oh the Shadowling didn't like that at all. In fact, it was rather angry! It came after her, tiny claws swiping and ripping her leggings to shreds, absolute shreds.
Ying mustered up any ounch of courage she had and kicked the swiping thing one more time. Lucky for her, that was the kick that did it. The shadow dissipated, turning into bubbles and stars.
"... I HOPE YOU REMEMBER THIS AS THE DAY YOU WERE DEFEATED BY ME, THE VALIANT YING!!!!!"
Then she realized she was yelling to a room with nobody in it, and decided to exit her tent and see what was going on.
HP: 58/80 DMG: 4 / 2 = 2 Enemy HP: 0/10
[ Path of the Warrior: x2 health, 1/2 damage! ]
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Blade Kuroda
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Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 11:55 pm
At first, Tseng thought it to be an odd trance. One that he hadn't willing gotten himself into. And thus, naturally, he had chosen the staff. Power was the way to glory. And he was going to have a ton of it. Yes. There was no other path really.
When he awoke, he had a silly grin upon his features, that was, until he realized his tent was being devoured by odd shadow-like creatures. Had one of Famine's experiments gone awry? Hm. It was a likely scenario in his mind. Curiously, he watched the things eating away at the tent, before realizing one thing.
THEY COULD BE EATING THE LAIR TOO.
"NO! I MUST GO DEFEND!" he shouted before running out, not giving a second thought to his little dinky tent.
HP: 20 [Spellbinder path] ((Flee))
Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 8:01 am
Fai had very little to his name. It was a fact of life for the Famine Alchemist, and thus, when he woke up (from yet another mirror induced trance) and saw the little creatures eating what little he had, he merely yawned. "Ah... well, I do apologize, Precious, it looks like your breakfast has been claimed already," he said sleepily as he got to his feet.
A part of him was saying that it was expected of him to rescue the things he had, but honestly, he had no desire to save rocks and a few scraps of material, so he stood and headed into the sanctuary. There was no one there... Fai sped up as he saw the other little creatures, starting to get a bit worried--
He did believe this was time to retreat, he decided as he saw the portal. He jumped through it, and entered the Lair.
HP: 40/40 Role: Observant
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 9:50 am
Dreams were not things Shik put much faith in, but when they were good he didn't mind: assuming he remembered them at least. Glory was very hard to forget at any rate, though he hated having just nighttime visions - the real thing, now...That was the true prize.
So of course it was a little jarring to go from dreaming about the good days to waking up and finding something eating his fur rug like it was nothing. And then another popped up and began to consume his table. And another his trophy mount. And another.
What the ever living ******** was it this time?
Growling, the executioner snatched his flute from the claws of a tiny shadowling and flew for the Lair, less inclined to save his belongings in the makeshift abode than he was the values and resources within their main hub.
