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Nopenopenopenopenopenopenopenopenopenope. -breath- Nope.

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There aren't any wait-listers.....

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So long as it *is* a new character.

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Special Snowflake.

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Total Members Voted: 19

[Urist McBeanie]

"Sir!" Slowly push my legs into the ground to slow myself. "My apologies, I'm curious where it is you were going, and if I could join you? You see, I've been stranded here and was severely wounded, as you can see by my mummified lower body."

[GreatWyrmGold]

Loot the ashes.

[Fireiy]

"Wait, meteor?"
RUN TOWARDS CART!

[LordSlowpoke]

GODDAMN WE CAN STILL DO THIS

LICK THE DEMIGOD ON THE SNOUT IN A VERY TENDER MANNER AND RIP OFF HIS FIST

[TopHat]

Find water.
Pour on lines and sprites

[Zombiebrains234]

I decide to peel off some of the char off of the ground and make it into a fine powder. Put char into inventory. Observe actions and Ignore the fact that there is a lack of water nearby.

[Onyxjew944]

Post should be within six hours, I'm busy with dwarves and caverns at the moment. In related news, I just had a goblin take six +wombat bone bolts+ and still live. He's practically comatose and the ranger just keep firing, each one has hit a finger or toe. Except the one that ripped his stomach open. That one ended with "His pancreas is broken." "His guts is fractured."

I almost pity him.


Ten bolts, two broken legs, a collapsed lung, a shattered foot, three missing toes, no thumbs, and another baby-snatcher that, wisely, ran the fuck away.

Are these things made of metal or something? How is it still alive?


Edit: Nevermind, he was thoroughly maced. Apparently it takes being surrounded by six heavily armed and armored angry dwarves with spiked clubs to kill one.

[Onyxjew944]

Quick question, how many of you are actually inside the circle of sprites? I kind of screwed up when I started making the 'location' node into a set of badly-made jokes.

Everything else is ready, so whenever I have that number, and a few damage rolls, post will commence.

[Urist McBeanie]

Pretty sure I'm not, unless that old guy in the cart is inside of it.

EDIT: I believe at least John, Grek, and Unknown are. But I'm not entirely sure.

[Onyxjew944]

Pretty sure I'm not, unless that old guy in the cart is inside of it.

EDIT: I believe at least John, Grek, and Unknown are. But I'm not entirely sure.

Current list of things I do know:
You are not.
The Cart-guy is not.
Grek, Sarron, and Klaus are all in the same area.
Hex and Hu Man are by the Wreckage, so not in the ring.
Ynot is in an alternate plane of existence, so not.
Unknown is in the ring.

[Zombiebrains234]

Im not far from the goblin carcass

[Onyxjew944]

Turn Thirty-Seven


Players:

Gragrar

"Sir!" Slowly push my legs into the ground to slow myself. "My apologies, I'm curious where it is you were going, and if I could join you? You see, I've been stranded here and was severely wounded, as you can see by my mummified lower body."

{5} "Well, I would love to help ya' there, but ya' don't seem to be able ta' get into tha' cart, and I'm not the man I used ta' be an' I can't lift ya' in. If ya' can get in, it'd be fine with me if you rode along."

Grek

Loot the ashes.-

{2} Yes, these are ashes.

Klaus

"Wait, meteor?"
RUN TOWARDS CART!

{1} Despite a comet not being a meteor, and a meteor actually being something that burns up in atmosphere, a meteorite the size of Kansas has been offended by your fear and is now coming to teach you manners. Five turns.

Ynot

GODDAMN WE CAN STILL DO THIS

LICK THE DEMIGOD ON THE SNOUT IN A VERY TENDER MANNER AND RIP OFF HIS FIST

{3} Amazingly, the demigod's physical appearance changes. It now has a snout. This transformation leaves without enough time to lick his elongated face or to rip his hand off.

Unknown Human

Find water.
Pour on lines and sprites

{2} Struck with newfound vigor from his genius idea, Unknown searches about for sources of water. There's a puddle ten feet from him! Outside the circle of thermonuclear reactions. All the water within the circle has been evaporated by the heat.

John Zombie

I decide to peel off some of the char off of the ground and make it into a fine powder. Put char into inventory. Observe actions and Ignore the fact that there is a lack of water nearby.

{4} That he does. Some char is ground into a powder, how? We don't really know. Neither do you. But it is.

Hex

Heyama dwarf and I'm digging a hole. Diggy-diggy hole. I'm digging a hole.

{2} Nope. Hex miserably fails to diggy-diggy hole.


NPCs:

Sprites

{2+3} As the trio of trapped individuals watch in awe, each and every one of the flame sprites expand to immense sizes... then explode. Twice.

EXPLOSIONS

Unknown Human: {4} Quicker than most could follow, Unknown thrusts himself to the ground as a wave of force and heat passes him harmlessly by.
Grek:          {3} Fireproof, and scales. No damage.
Sarron:       {5} Not one to be beaten, Sarron actually digs a small burrow in the ground with the impact of his cover-dive.

AND FIRE!

Unknown Human: {3} On the other hand, the fires managed to ignite both of his lower legs.
Grek:          {N/A} Fireproof, what can ya' do.
Sarron:       {N/A} Burrow power!

Aftermath

Turns out, all the little sprites wanted to do was kill themselves in a shower of sparks nuclear flame and pleasant lights kiloton force and leave something special behind. Namely, {6} an armada of giant mushrooms. Normal mushrooms, beyond beind giant.


Spot/Listen Check:

{17} The old man has two gold teeth.
The potentially-pointy shinies in his wagon are a mixture of weapons, puzzleboxes, and lumps of coal.
The asteroid-soon-to-be-meteorite is named Steve.
Night has fallen.
Click-clack. Clickity-clack. Clomp.
The wind has blown most of the ash in the air toward the south.


Status:

Players:

Spoiler: Grek (click to show/hide)

Half-Dragon
In a circle of mushrooms.
Holding a *Steel Dirk*in Left Hand, and one potion of Cure Superficial Wounds in Right Hand. Clothed in torn leather trousers.
Wounded Wing. Infection. Rocket Packs.
Dabbling Weaponsmith. Speaks Common. Fire Breath. Mighty. Flight. Immunity to Heat. Klutz. Basic Understanding of Dwarvish. Rocket-Face.

Spoiler: Unknown Human (click to show/hide)

Human.
In a circle of mushrooms.
Wielding a *Bronze Warhammer*. Wearing +Pig Tail Leather Rucksack+ containing one Potion of Cure Superficial Wounds, one Potion of Unknown Poison, a hunk of Bronze with handle, and three slabs of Salted Boar Meat. Clothed in torn leather trousers.
Lower Legs are on fire.
Speaks Common.

Spoiler: Ynot (click to show/hide)

Eel.
In an alternate plane.
Empty.
Unharmed.
Speaks Lizard and Basic Dwarvish.Novice Teslamancer.

Spoiler: Valentine (click to show/hide)

Human.
Lying inanimate in the Hut.
Holding a -Steel Warhammer-(+2 bashing damage). Holding a (very) roughly cup-shaped piece of metal filled with ice. Clothed in torn leather trousers.
Weakening Cold.
Speaks Martian and Common. Novice Telepath. Novice Telekinetic. Thought Bubble.

Spoiler: Klaus (click to show/hide)

Human
Standing on a hill.
Wielding loaded +Oaken Crossbow+ with 26 Boar Bone Bolts in Right Hand. Holding -Bronze Dagger- in Right Hand. Wielding -Bronze Dagger- in Right Hand. Clothed in torn leather trousers, Warm Fur Boots, Warm Fur Cloak.
Unharmed.
Speaks English. Novice Sonic attacks. Novice Crossbowman.

Spoiler: Gragrar (click to show/hide)

Human
On the road by a cart.
Wielding a Massive Steel Strut. Wearing Fabulous clothing.
Wounded lower body.
Speaks Common. Basic Understanding of Dwarvish. Speaks Elvish. Skilled Swordsman. Rebellion. Mummified.

Spoiler: Sarron (click to show/hide)

Griffin-Human
In a circle of mushrooms.
Wielding Adamantine Claymore. Wearing torn leather trousers.
Wounded left wing. Missing Feathers.
Speaks Common. Mighty. Competent Two-handed Use. Flight. Magic Resistance. Ice Magic Weakness.

Spoiler: Hex (click to show/hide)

Stone Golem
Standing by the Wreckage.
Wearing torn leather trousers. Holding Basalt Chisel. Wielding *Two-handed Basalt Pike*.
Damaged Left Arm.
Incapable of Speech. Resistant. Resistant to Fire. Golem. Competent Stoneworker. Weakness to Ice.

Spoiler: John Zombie (click to show/hide)

Undead
Standing under a mountain.
Wearing light leather armor and wielding bone dagger.
Missing Upper Teeth.
Novice Pyromancy. Adequate Necromancy. Wimp.

Spoiler: Hu Man (click to show/hide)

Human
Standing by the wreckage.
Wearing torn leather trousers.
Unharmed.
Immunity to Extreme Temperatures. Missing left arm.

NPC(s):


Flora and Fauna:


-~-~-

Spoiler: Notes (click to show/hide)

Yeah, I just picked some random characters as decided by the RNG to throw into the mosh pit. Sorry about the huge delay.

[Onyxjew944]

Oh, and I had almost forgotten. Remember those apocalypse stories I wrote? I had completely forgotten to post them once you all reunited. So, have them now. Spoilered, as this is going to be massive. Note, plenty of God-modding and cheesy writing. I was bored. Very bored. Bolded words have an acronym describing the roll I made at that point.


   This is it. Many will probably be lost in the following pages, but those who survive I would greatly appreciate it if you were to pick up the pieces and continue this little game of mine. I may have lost many questlines in that blast, but I am at least somewhat able to make everything up as I go along. There will be no shortage of bad plot and, hopefully smaller, explosions in the future. Now, without further preface and moping, let the games begin.

Strike the Earth.



   

Spoiler: Josh (click to show/hide)

Josh saw the group coming down into the tunnel. He also saw the expression on the face of the human that came in. He knew that those who were following him would see the blood on his hands, and the body below him. He knew death would come soon if he did not do anything to stop it. Josh panicked. It was at this time that his feral instincts took over his feeble mind. He attacked the only thing he could, the cause of his grief; the tunnel itself. The tunnel is what is trapping him, dooming him to death by those he was trying to help. He channeled every bit of animalistic strength, instinct, rage, and fury that he had within his lumbering frame into the assault on the walls. His vicious hammer blows weren't making enough progress. Josh put more force into the swings, making them more often. He felt the tunnel beginning to shake and crumble in rhythm to his strikes, slowly but surely the reverberations grew more intense, the amount of rubble coming down increased into a torrent. It filled the tunnel ahead of Josh. He allowed himself a small moment of satisfaction and jubilation at his success. The sudden hissing. The burst of light. The roar of air as it scraped over sharp jagged rock. These were things the yeti's mind never registered. For by the time he came close to taking note of them, he knew no more.

   

Spoiler: Blenk (click to show/hide)

Blenk was angry. Blenk didn't know how he knew, but he just knew. His friend was dead. Maybe he knew when he stopped hearing the anguished cries of "BORK BORK BORK!" that had been present for the past half minute. The knowledge that someone around him would stoop to murder someone they barely even knew. It depressed Blenk, left him with only one desire remaining in his hollow shell of a soul. That thought was simple, it was primal, but it was consuming. Revenge. Blenk began to focus all of his energy, all of his magical prowess, everything he had into the creation of an avatar worthy of the task he had set forth. He channeled all of these things and more, into a small round orb of white light approximately the size of Blenk's head. The orb was nothing more than animate light, but it was bright enough to blind any who were foolish or unlucky enough to gaze deeply into it. Just as he felt his breathing grow shallow, his heart beat slow into an unsteady and frantic rhythm, he uttered one last sentence with his final breath. "Kill the yeti."

   

Spoiler: Valentine (click to show/hide)

My state as a thought bubble gave me the perfect view of the catastrophe as it happened, knowing what Arken knew of how it was sure to end only made things worse. I hadn't know this odd gaggle of people very long, but I had grown to like some of them. It was a bit early to call them friends, but they were definitely on the way there. It was sad seeing how everything unfolded in the end.

   

Spoiler: Sarron (click to show/hide)

He saw a gleam reflect off of something in the grass and bushes. The light came from the fire that was quickly spreading around him, his sharpened eye-sight negating any possible effects the smoke might have had. The half-griffin ran over to they shining object and started to pick it up. When he started to lift the object he pulled too hard, expecting more resistance from something of this size and made of metal. Sarron reared back. The object was surprisingly light. He immediately thought of how it would make for a poor hammer if it was this light. Sarron remembered there was a dragon back in the clearing near that wreckage he had woken up on half an hour earlier. Sarron imagined the dragon could reforge this in a servicable weapon. Sarron also recounted how the dragon seemed friendly enough to not try to eat him for approaching. Sarron began running out of the quickly spreading fire and towards that clearing to look for the dragon. When he reached the clearing at long last he realized he could have arrived so much sooner if he had flown. Stupid! After Sarron finished verbally berating himself, he started to look around for the dragon, when suddenly the world exploded. The ground about ten meters away suddenly blew apart and sent geysers of flame and heat into the air above it. Sarron recoiled in shock. WHAT THE F*CK IS HAPPENING!? The explosion continued outward in a grid pattern. Decimating the forest and putting out the massive fire that seems trivial now. Sarron took flight shortly after the first explosion, he was pelted by debris but was otherwise unaffected. Sarron looked down on the world as it was violently reformed under tremendous force. Eventually after what felt an eternity to the hovering griffin, the explosions stopped and the area was riddled with lines and holes as far as the tundra in the north, the mountains to the south and west, and a rather far distance into the hills to the east. Sarron noticed the earth didn't stop shaking. Two of the mountain tops in the range behind Sarron suddenly exploded in a blast of gas, ash, fire, and rock. Sarron had to weave and dodge through the sudden hail of projectiles that came his way, easily avoiding most but the sheer volume of pyroclastic material assaulting him made some damage unavoidable. He had a few burns on his coat and a few cinders caught in his fur, that, and the huge chunk of rock that had embedded itself into his right front leg, causing him to drop his weapon. Realizing this, he dived down and caught the weapon in his uninjured hand. Sarron had weathered the storm, battered but alive. He briefly wondered if anyone else had, he began to dive closer to see what all this devastation had done to the land and, more importantly, the creatures that lived on it.

   

Spoiler: Klaus (click to show/hide)

The cave was a welcoming sight, he had almost begun to think of it as home. When he reached it, Klaus picked up the weapons he had found there, the crossbow and bolts that had been stored in a small niche of the far wall by it's previous owner. Klaus had just sat down to rest for a short while when he heard a deafening explosion. It rocked his cave violently. Just when Klaus thought it was almost over a sudden staccato burst of explosions followed the first. Luckily none of them were even close to the cave Klaus had chosen to cower in. There was no chance he would leave during this event. Klaus noticed something was different, it took him a moment to notice that the loud noises had stopped, but for some reason the shaking and the rocking hadn't. Nothing happened to Klaus within his cave, despite the forceful shaking. Two more near simultaneous explosions suddenly tore the almost serenity asunder, Klaus couldn't help but curse whatever black luck had brought this series of events down on his head. Suddenly the vines blocking the entrance to the cave went up in flames. Behind them Klaus could see a wall of liquid rock flowing over it without coming in. Klaus began breathing heavily, he is now aware that his home away from home might become his tomb.

   

Spoiler: Arken (click to show/hide)

No! Nonononononono! Noooo! Stop him! Stop him at all costs! Don't let him fracture th- at this moment the yeti had collapsed the tunnel, and detonating the lighting chemical that Arken had properly identified as Thyrolite, a mineral the dwarves of this valley had used for lighting for generations. They kept it in very hard glass tubes placed on the roof of tunnels that were no longer mined, the entire civilization knew what would happen should one of those pipes break. The chemical reacted violently with oxygen, very violently. It would explode in massive fireball with great force. The process of getting it from the walls and into those tubes without setting it off was one of the most delicate and highly-rewarded jobs any dwarf of that fortress could have. The workers didn't live long, but they, and their families, were treated as royalty. They would eat only the finest foods, drink the strongest alcohol, wear the finest clothes, and over all live the best lives that could possibly be given to them. Despite these generous amenities, the job was still one only very fool-hardy or skilled dwarves ever took on. All of this flashed through Arken's head as he watched the first of the rocks fall. Arken began madly scrambling up the ladder and yelling to everyone above and below to run away as far and fast as they can. He could only hope it would be enough. When he reached the top the explosion still hadn't begun, so he shoved his way past the human with the massive sword strapped to his back. All the while screaming "Run!" at the loudest volume he could manage. Arken didn't waste any time looking over his shoulder to check if they were behind him, if they weren't, it would make no difference. All Arken knew was that he had to get as far away as possible. He had made it to a position just outside of the forest when the first explosion hit. His work paid off. The explosion was far enough away that he was unharmed. When he looked back to see the results, he saw a geyser of flame, bodily fluids, and meaty chunks spewing forth from the tunnel he had just crawled out of. It was a view that would haunt Arken's dreams for years to come. Arken shook his head and focused on the task at hand, survival. As with all dwarves, he had a flawless internal compass. It being his home helped significantly. Arken ran to an area he knew to have no tunnels near it and knelt upon it. Waiting. Arken had run all the way to a small secluded area at the base of one of the southern mountains when the rest of the Thyrolite was detonated. He watched as what could only be described as the entire history of his people, along with all of them but him, went up in a cloud of smoke, ash, and gore. Arken let his head down and sobbed for the loss of life he had just witnessed. Despite his condition at the time, he managed to hear another set of massive blasts that made the Thyrolite sound like children's pop toys. Arken quickly looked up to see the mountain he was under had the top fifty meters or so of mountain had been completely blasted off into the sky, no doubt to come down with the rest of the lava, ash, and rocks that it was now spewing out. He noticed another mountain near the opposite side of the range he was on had erupted as well. Arken did what had saved him in the past; he ran. Arken was lucky, none of the falling rocks and debris hit him directly, some cast up dust clouds that covered him in soot and dirt, but none crushed him. The lava was slow enough in it's descent that he managed to outrun it. he ended up standing at the edge of one of the trenches that were all that was left of the once great fortress. This reminder shattered whatever barriers adrenaline and fear had built up and he broke down and cried once more.

   

Spoiler: Grek and Unknown (click to show/hide)

The human heard both the yeti and the dwarf begin screaming at him to run, he was hesitant to believe the yeti as it could be a trick, but the dwarf had a desperation in his voice that pushed the human off the edge. He began pushing Grek back toward the ladder. By the time the human had begun his second push the dragon was already scrambling for the ladder of his own free will. The group began their ascent quickly and followed Arken. They managed to lose track of him en route, the dwarf could run amazingly fast! They took shelter in the forest. As they were running between the trees they heard an explosion in the distance, followed by a rumbling that quickly found it's way to directly under their feet. The explosion sent the two of them rocketing ten meters high. Grek regained his wits as he sailed through the air. He opened his wings and caught Unknown as he was falling and carried him up into the sky with him to wait out the explosions. From on high, the two watched as mile after mile of almost grid-like tunnels were blown open and turned into deep trenches of rubble. They noticed the explosions mercifully slowed and eventually stopped. The cataclysmic event left the earth scored with lines and holes as far as the tundra in the north, the mountains to the south and west, and a deep distance into the hills to the east. With their eyesight impaired by floating dirt and the shell-shock they received from their proximity to the explosion on the forest floor had taken their hearing. They had no idea what was happening with the world below beyond that limited glimpse. As they began their descent to see what had happened, the sky suddenly filled with raining rocks, lava, and ash. Grek's scales protected him from most of the damage but a stray rock struck him in the left wing. He began to go down at a controlled glide on account of the added weight. The human was pelted by small missiles that did little, until one of medium size struck him in the back of his skull. It knocked him out cold. As Grek nearing a treetop he let his injured wing crumple and he hurtled the last few feet toward the tree as a missile. With incredible luck, the dragon and the human landed without a single wound to show for his fall. They had landed in one of the newly formed trenches. Grek noticed a chunk of splintered bark nearby that he assumed meant he was in the forest.

   

Spoiler: Gragrar (click to show/hide)

When he heard the screaming and roars of rage, he knew he had to investigate. Gragrar knew nothing should have to suffer like that. By the time he had reached the hole, he saw Arken jump out of that hole as quickly as he could manage. All the while he was screaming on about running away. Gragrar just assumed the dwarf had gone insane until he saw the dragon and the human run out as though they were being chased by a pack of rabid Dire Wolves. Gragrar knew enough to fear whatever was in that hole. He began running away as fast as his legs could carry him. He was a short distance away from the tunnel when it suddenly exploded in a mushroom cloud of gore, smoke, ash, and fire. A few errant shard of rock rained down on him but no major damage was done. Gragrar kept running, even as the other explosions tore the world to pieces around him. Covering him in debris and filling the air with dust and enough ash to obscure his vision. One explosion came close enough to knock Gragrar's hearing out and send him hurtling through the air followed by a painful skid for a short distance before he picked himself up and continued running. The staccato of earth-shattering blasts began to slow down and Gragrar took the opportunity to rest for a moment. Gragrar saw the smoke start to clear around him.  He guessed the tunnels must have ended, but when he felt the earth continue to shake and crack, he guessed there must be more farther away. Gragrar felt something singe his shoulder and jumped up to pull it off in surprise. It was a small piece of smoldering wood. When he looked up he saw the sky was filled with enough ash to blot out the sun and heavier molten projectiles were raining down. Whether it was immense luck or skill, he would never know. But Gragrar was spared any impacts of the falling material. He looked over his shoulder to see a wall of lava rolling toward him. Gragrar ran again, rushing away from the lava at speeds only adrenaline and fear could coax out of his battered and tired body. It appears Gragrar's luck had run out, but his reserves of strength had not. With the lava gaining ground behind him, Gragrar had come to one of the trenches that was scored into the earth by the explosions he saw earlier. It was at least ten to twenty meters deep, enough to break his legs should he fall in. Gragrar didn't break stride in his sprint away from the lava, at the very brink of the chasm he coiled his body and used the momentum to propel himself across the gap. The lava was diverted away into the new canyon. Gragrar once again began to settle down to rest. This time for a good while yet.

   

Spoiler: Ynot (click to show/hide)

The eel was confused. He tried to apologize to the bear he had wronged somehow, but apparently the bear couldn't hear him and walked away. Ynot shrugged and realized there was still one bear left. Ynot began trying to talk to it. It just looked at him strangely. Ynot heard a few loud noises far off but chose to ignore them. He couldn't ignore it when the mountain he had passed by on his way into this tundra had it's peak blown flat off in an blast of ash and molten rock. [acronym]He[/acronym] didn't pay it much attention beyond looking over at it, it seemed as though a prevailing wind was pushing most of the material in the other direction, and the lava cooled quickly in the frigid temperatures and never got within a hundred meters of him.

Wow, that lagged. A lot.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Notice the meteor.

Locate some sort of cover to protect from the rocky part of the blast. The flamey part should be OK.

[Zombiebrains234]

Mix Char/Ash/Dust/Whatever the hell it actually is now with my pocketlint/pocketsand. Carefully climb mountain to get a better view of combat.