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 Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2017 4:38 pm
FAMINE FLOOR: gaia_star MOBS: Roll 1d6. This is the AMOUNT of mobs you spawn. Each mob has 5HP for a CUMULATIVE HP pool of 5 times whatever dice roll amount you spawned. Every time a mob is defeated, they do -5 auto damage to you! If you need help in your RP, remember you can tag it as SOS. If you are a Y1 student, they only do -2 auto damage.
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Beejoux rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2017 5:03 pm
Out of the fog, but where they were now was not much of an improvement. They were...they... Fingers loosened in Ever's jacket, not quite falling away, but drifting lower until his hand rested at the other man's waist as he turned sharply, scanning the open, desert looking room they found themselves quiet suddenly and without explanation. Lagertha was in his other hand in an instance, the ax's blades held out away from both of their bodies. "Where the ******** are we?" There was a low level growl in the base of his voice that didn't quite hide the nerves. "And how did we get here?"
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and be blue rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2017 6:48 pm
Ever’s hand had crept downward, his fingers loose around Zeke’s hand – and now that he was here, in this strange place, he wasn’t quite sure why he’d given into the strangely affectionate urge. Maybe he pulled it back a little too abruptly, clearing his throat in an uncomfortable way as he half-turned in place to take in the strange room around them. Something about it was vaguely familiar, but maybe that was just because of the time they’d spent in the sahara: dry and washed out and a little bit unsettling. He cleared his throat and dropped his hand to summon his weapon, half because he was in a strange place and didn’t know what might be coming out of the woodwork and half to cover up the strange way he’d jerked his fingers away from Zeke’s. “I don’t...know.” And he frowned, tension going through his shoulders and pale eyebrows knitting into a tight knot in the middle of his forehead. He dug for Amory’s advice, to see if he’d noticed anything happen, but his weapon was predictably unhelpful. At least he’d (mostly) stopped suggesting that Ever just kill himself. “And how did we get here?” It was, perhaps, the more important question. He looked back down to Zeke with his eyes very dark and very serious. It was a somewhat unfamiliar expression on Ever’s face, and maybe a little bit worrisome. He shook his head just a little, adjusting his grip on the dagger. “Do you remember anything at all?”
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 2
Total: 8 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2017 7:16 pm
In another place and time Zeke would have been a lot more aware of the way Ever had jerked his hand back, or the intensity in dark eyes as the stared down at him. Now, he seemed almost oblivious to it, but considering their surroundings, and the mystery of how they'd landed there, it probably wasn't too surprising. If there was one thing Zeke had never quite bounced back from, and still carried a good deal of fear over, it was the desert, insects, and famine horseman. This seemed the sort of place they might thrive, though whether that was an educated guess, paranoia, or something else providing the thought, Zeke couldn't have said. "I don't know." His head whipped around in the other direction, tryng to keep the entire room in sight at all time, impossible as that might be. "We should leave." A step back towards what looked like a door. "Now." Another step, and an urgent tug on Ever's coat. "So soon? But you've only just arrived." The voice came from one of the openings to the side of them, and a dark skinned figure emerged from the darkness seconds after. Then another, and another. More on the other side. "s**t." Seven total, and all moving confidently towards the pair of them with weapons drawn. As one broke off, running in for a the attack, Zeke lashed out at them, ax swinging. HP: 60 DMG: 2 + 2 Mob HP: 31
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and be blue rolled 2 12-sided dice:
10, 4
Total: 14 (2-24)
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2017 10:16 am
Seven foes but -- between the pair of them, Ever and Zeke were more than strong enough to take out the lot. Carefully, Ever shifted so that Zeke was at his back, so that no one could sneak up behind him. It meant he had to slash sideways until the lot of them had surrounded him, head tipped so he could keep track of his peripheral as well. They weren't as strong as they thought they were, or as they wanted to be, however. As he struck, Ever hit hard, two of them falling beneath his dagger. HP: 60/70 DMG: 10 Mob HP: 21
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 7
Total: 17 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2017 4:49 pm
Two down, and five to go. Zeke shifted, back still to Ever's and brought his ax up for a vicious cross body swing that managed to catch three of the assaulting horseman right across the torsos. They staggered, the first falling almost immediately, but the second and third weren't far behind. They needed to get out of here. Find help, or somewhere to lay low so they could contact reinforcements. HP: 45 DMG: 13 + 2 Mob HP: 6
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and be blue rolled 2 12-sided dice:
7, 8
Total: 15 (2-24)
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2017 6:57 pm
They hardly even needed the reinforcements. Between the pair of them, it took little more than a few strokes to take on the attacking horsemen. Seven hadn't been enough; there should have been twice that number, perhaps, or even more. As the last one dissipated, Ever took a moment to swipe his blade against his leg, frowning just a bit, uncertainly. "More must be about to come..." HP: 55/70 DMG: 11 Mob HP: -4
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2017 7:23 pm
The last of the horseman fell and Zeke was left in a sense of relief and trepidation. It had been easy taking them out, easier than he thought it should be. Especially with the memories of the Saraha, and the injury to Ever's stomach still quite fresh in his mind despite the passage of time. It just didn't quite feel right. "Then we should probably be elsewhere when they arrive." Fingers flexing against the leather grip of his ax, he had a moment to wonder if having both hands free was worth loosing the charge he knew Lagertha was holding onto. After a moment he decided to hold of on desummoning her, and just lowered the twin blades down beside his leg as he took a few steps towards one of the doors the horsemen had come from. There were none left inside, that he could see, so he moved quickly past it. Only to be stopped by the sudden and completely unexpected appearance of a giant mirror blocking his way through the exit. 
Behind the mirror is none other than Deus Island as it actually should have been. It confirms that you are trapped within this dream, as you look closer to the mirror. Examining it reveals it is just a mirror, and shattering it well-
- After a while it rebuilds itself. You are stuck here.
The mirror shifts. You can see, was that horsemen meandering the island? They seem to be destroying things, and you are stuck here, unable to save your home, unable to stop them.
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2017 7:29 pm
"What the hell -- " Ever reached out, lightly, just the tips of his fingers brushing against the surface of the mirror. It dragged a frown across his face, and deepened it when he realized there was no way through, this was just a way for them to watch and nothing more. His eyes flashed to Zeke, and behind them there was just a flicker of anger. "What the hell is this, do you think?" And wise or not, he would reach out to push at it, and when that failed, strike at it, sending a long crack through its surface that slowly mended itself.
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2017 7:47 pm
A little of panic seemed to have drained from the Mist, and with it's departure he just felt tired, a little overwhelmed. Too much was happening in too short a space of time, and perhaps if it hadn't been taking place here, in the midst of what he now thought must be some sort of Famine nest, it was likely he'd have been holding it all together far, far batter than this. Instead he felt his shoulders droop a bit, fingers slipping on the grip of his ax until the blades sank into the sand. He watched Ever touch the glass, watched him push it, pound it, crack it, only for it to seal itself again as if nothing had happened. Inside, the island they called home. Under siege. With them stuck there, powerless to stop it. "It's a mind ********," he offered a little uselessly, because he honestly didn't have a better guess at this point. He did step forward though, laid his own hand against the reflective surface, and his fingers squeaked against the glass as they slid down the length of it. There was no way to know if their friends were there, fighting to protect their home from an invasion. That thought seemed to bolster him a bit, and when he looked to the side to meet dark eyes, his own pale ones mirrored that anger. One step back, and he'd swing the ax into the mirror, shattering it. For what good it did.
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2017 7:57 pm
Again, the mirror just assembled itself -- and Ever's anger cooled some as he watched it. Or maybe it was Zeke's fury that put a damper on Ever's own frustrations, left him more thoughtful than anything else, considering the image within. "Is it real, though?" He stepped forward as the picture came together, eyebrows knitted together, seeking some detail in the glass that might prove it to be a fake. "Do you see any white coats, down there?"
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