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Amasis rolled 6-sided dice:
Total: 0 (-0)
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 Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2022 10:51 pm
It was an otherwise uneventful patrol. He'd slipped out, wanting to give Dahlia space, figuring that it was as good a night as any to re-familiarize himself with the late-night streets after months and months of sticking to days.
The die was unexpected, but his curiosity couldn't let him just leave it there. Figuring someone had dropped it, Phaethon picked it up against his better judgement.
First the wind.
Then the blackness.
He knew it couldn't stay as an uneventful patrol.
The squares that spread out in front of him were undeniable about what the purpose of them was. Phaethon wasn't a boardgame kind of person, but he'd played Candyland approximately a billion times as a little kid. He knew the gist.
Phaethon sighed. Deeply.
And tossed the die.
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Amasis rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2022 10:52 pm
Quote: Something smells rotten. You can’t see very far into the darkness, but if you squint closely a dark form seems to be dragging itself along the ground. Sometimes you see a pale hand almost close enough to grab you–or, maybe something does grab you. It’s cold, and frightening, and it’s trying to drag you out of bounds. Four? Sure, he'd walk four spaces forward. Phaethon had the sinking suspicion that he didn't really have a choice in the matter. He wasn't one of the most experienced senshi or knights by far, but he at least had been around enough to know that the only way out of the darkness was through it. So it must be. That didn't stop him from muttering under his breath, however, as he walked the four spaces forward. A foul stench greeted him and he regretted his choice immediately. It smelled like something had died, and he was looking around for the roadkill or whatever it was when he felt the hand close around his ankle. Phaethon jumped approximately fifty meters straight upward, his voice catching in his throat in a high-pitched, strangled gasp. His heart immediately began thudding in his chest, his extremities, and his ears. "Get off!" His voice was more brittle than he'd have liked, but he didn't have the time or space of mind to care. Instead, he could see what was holding onto him and Phaethon became very invested in making it stop doing that. He swore loudly and colourfully, kicking at the icy hand trying to drag him off. Maybe it was the adrenaline, but a nauseating crunch told him he was free. The die fell out of his hand, then, and Phaethon concluded it was time to go. Immediately. Right that second. He did scoop the die up from the ground on the way, though, narrowly dodging the form swinging its other hand toward him. Nope nope nope--
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Amasis rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2022 10:53 pm
Quote: A swampy smell fills the air. You take a step, and you seem to sink into it. Mud creeps over your feet, and you sink rapidly. Ankle deep, knee deep. Whether or not you squirm and fight against it, you are sinking. The mud is crushing and painful, and if you sink too deep it steals the breath from your lungs. There’s nothing to grab onto; you have to roll your dice quickly before that too gets sucked into the muddy quicksand. He decided to go the number of spaces he'd seen on the die before scooping it off of the ground. It got him away from... whatever the hell had been trying to grab him. Dahlia was never going to believe this, and maybe it was a good thing she tended to stay home nowadays-- Casting a glance over his shoulder, chewing his lower lip nervously as he dreaded the possibility of the form still crawling after him, he was gratified to see that that was not happening. Thank god. He could still feel the cold chill of the hand on his ankle-- The smell was not improving--moreso changing--and that was probably his first clue that his situation wasn't improving, either. He took a step forward and found himself abruptly sinking to his ankles in muck and cold water. Phaethon's breath hissed between his teeth as he tried--and failed--to pull his foot out. Worse yet, the motion had pulled him down to his knees. Should he stop moving? Was this the quicksand that movies had told him was going to be a big problem when he got older? Granted, there shouldn't be quicksand in the middle of Destiny City... His struggling, in either case, had pulled him past his knees, very nearly to his hips. He realised then that quicksand of unknown origin probably had enough space to pull him all the way down. Judging by the pressure on his legs, Phaethon found himself with a vested interest in not letting the quicksand get any further. But there wasn't anything for him to grab on, and fervent looking around told him that he was still very much alone in the darkness of whatever game this was. 'Game'. That just left the weird die clutched in his hand. Well, nothing else was working--just making it worse--so he might as well try. Phaethon aimed for the solid ground where he had been standing before and gave the die a roll.
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Amasis rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2022 10:56 pm
Quote: As you step into your square, something cracks. At first, you can’t tell what it is, but as your full weight moves onto the square, the ground shifts beneath you. It’s cold, and it’s ice, and a hole falls underneath you, plunging you into frigid waters. There’s enough floating ice that you should still be able to roll the dice to get out of here, but you have to go quickly–you’re soaked, in chilly water, and something just swam by your feet. As soon as the die came to a stop, the ground under Phaethon was solid again. He barely remembered to actually look at the die before hurriedly scooping it up and climbing to his feet. Fortunately, he was able to take note of the number in his haste, and he turned to move that number of spaces. Only for a foreboding crack to greet him when he did. Oh--And then he found himself immersed again as the ice underneath him broke. The shock of the cold water took his breath away, and it was a second before Phaethon could unlock enough to paddle for the surface and cling to the first ice floe he found. Shivering and gasping, Phaethon had to force his arms and legs to kick himself up onto the ice and out of the water. Feeling something brush his feet made forcing himself considerably less arduous. He sat up, huddled over with his arms and legs tucked close. His senshi clothing was not particularly warm-- "Please have a towel in the next space. Please have a towel in the next space--" wished he as he rolled the die in front of himself.
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Amasis rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2022 10:57 pm
Quote: You smell something poison, something noxious. You pass through a haze of strange, green gas as you enter the square, but it fades after a few seconds. You feel cold. You feel empty. You start to decay. Maybe a part of you knows it’s an illusion, but in that split second when your body feels like it might go limp and when you look at your hand and see skin melting. You see bone. You’d best roll the dice so you don’t wind up a skeleton prop for the next player. A smell that turned his stomach did not make him any warmer or drier, but he did find himself caring a little less that he was cold. Phaethon covered his mouth and nose with part of his collar. He figured it was prudent to breathe in as little of the gas as possible. The colour of it also did not inspire much confidence in him. "I wish this had just been a basket of towels," muttered he, almost bitterly, as he stood and shivered in the square. Now what? He supposed he should roll again, but... Why bother? If this were going to go from bad to worse, why not just let it happen? There was nothing-- Something wasn't right. Phaethon realised with a jolt that something was very, very not right. It didn't help the void growing at the center of him, but the adrenaline surge at least let him move again. He looked down at the hand holding the die, getting ready to roll yet again. The noise that left his mouth was not entirely dignified nor uncalled for. Phaethon stared in horror as his skin went soft and began to drip. It exposed the muscle underneath, the blood vessels, the shiny cartilage and wet tendons. It all seemed to work as it should as he moved his fingers, though he guessed he wouldn't know any better-- But when it became bone, that was too much for his dismay. He yelped, half-rolling and half-dropping the die that hand had been holding. He almost didn't remember to grab it again in his haste to dash to the next square. Phaethon almost thought he could feel that hand just melting to bone--
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Amasis rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2022 10:58 pm
Quote: The end; once you have arrived here you are free to leave. You will see be basked in the glow of a beautiful, opalescent aura that will take you back home. If you arrived with a guest, you can leave without them or choose to stay until they make it to the end as well. When you arrive back in Destiny City, you may choose to keep the six sided die–if nothing else, it’s pretty! Though, it doesn’t seem to have any magical qualities, that might be for the best. He stumbled forward and almost didn't register the aura that bathed him in gentle pearly light. At first, Phaethon thought it had to be a trick. He pointedly did not look down as his hand, rubbing the fingers of his opposite hand over the skin. He felt it unbroken, but could not yet convince his mind that it would look the same way. But now what? He rolled the die in his fingers, noting that there didn't seem to be any other spaces past this one. He even rolled it experimentally, but nothing happened. The message was clear enough. Phaethon closed his eyes, held his breath, and stepped through the light. He felt the cool breeze on his skin immediately, heard the sounds of cars nearby, chatter from a nearby restaurant. His eyes popped open, and he spent a moment turning slowly in place, looking at everything being exactly as it should be. Ignoring the looks he got from the smattering of civilians that noticed him, Phaethon could not head for home fast enough. It was probably best he not tell Dahlia about this--
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