Turn Twenty TwoPlayers:
Unknown HumanWake and groggily ask Grek what the **** happened.
Preferably whilst clutching the back of my head and moaning a bit.
{N/A} Unknown woke up with a groan. When he tried to sit up the sudden rush of blood to his head made him fall right back down. He looked around for the dragon that had possibly saved his life and found him sitting on a pile of rubble not far away looking about in a carefully managed pattern. Unknown saw the dragon had blood running down it's flank, it was wounded somewhere. Once Unknown had regained enough control of his faculties to think clearly, he asked the dragon a simple question. "What the f*ck happened?"
KlausSee if I can somehow dig out via a indirect route. If I can't, see if there is any water.
{1} Klaus looks around for anything that might help him dig out his way out, a patch of soft dirt in the walls, a pickaxe, another entrance, anything. Klaus doesn't find anything that could conceivably help him in his quest. Klaus feels a salty droplet run down his forehead into his left eye, he rubs it out as he realizes the room has become noticeably hotter in the past few minutes. Klaus grows worried as he realizes the lava is slowly heating the room.
YnotDISREGARD BEAR.
Focus on shaping this rock. WITH THE MIND. We got the sparks covered, time for quickly freezing rock to bow to our will!
{N/A} You grasp a bit of rock that rolled to stop, sizzling, in the snow a short distance from you. When it is firmly grasped in a coiled loop of your lower body, slightly singing the scales but causing major damage, {6} his attempts to reform the rock end up with it exploding into small bits of shrapnel flying off in every direction. {2} Three of the shards penetrate Ynot's scales along his upper body and the wounds are thin, but deep.
GragrarCall out, try to find someone, if they are injured or trapped, try to help them.
{5} Gragrar cups his hands around his mouth and bellows out a short succinct message, "Hello? Does anyone need help?" A few moments pass and a human that for some reason had the legs and wings of some type of bird had alighted before him. The creature looked at him then in a show of sentience called out to him, "Are you hurt?" Gragrar examined himself to see if he was injured, he didn't feel any pain but you can never be too sure with these things, he didn't see any blood or obvious cuts, scrapes, or bruises. He looked up to the creature and shook his head, "I think I'm fine, but; who are you?"
SarronFly above the landscape, looking to see if there is anyone I can help. Try to find Grek and get him to forge my sword.
{1} You hear someone calling out and fly down to them. OOC: See above turn.
GrekExamine self and human. Try to fix up any wounds we have.
{N/A} Grek carefully looks over himself and the human he had saved. He would have had to have been blind to not see the blood-caked hair and massive bruise on the back of the human's head. The pain in Grek's wing told him all he needed to know that the membrane would have to heal before he could properly fly again. The bleeding wasn't fatal, but it was by not means a small matter. The puncture hole that the rock had punched through his wing was approximately five inches in diameter. Grek knew there was nothing he could do for the greater injuries around him, so he tried to staunch the bleeding of his wing and the human's head. {2} Grek tried to find something to cover the wounds, but all he could see was fire, ash, dirt, and splinters of wood as far as his eyes could see through the foggy cloud of dirt and ash.
ValentineFind a relatively safe, secluded area to draw all the others to and subsequently together.
{4-1 for floating debris} Valentine began searching through the areas around the valley, hoping to find a small area that was at least marginally untouched by the recent cataclysmic events as a meeting area for the group. He managed to find a semi-plausible option, it was a small plot of land that was untouched by anything but a few
rocks.
NPCs:
ArkenI wonder what he's doing...
{?} **** if I know.
Flora and FaunaPolar Bear A{3} Polar Bear A, who's name is now Geoff, idly sniffed at Ynot's tail.
Spot/Listen Check:
{5} Despite your best efforts, the dust and ash clouds are simply too thick to see anything more than three meters beyond your position, which is nothing more than wreckage and splintered chunks of earth.
Status:
Players:
Half-Dragon
Standing inside the Bolthole.
Holding a
*Steel Dirk*. Clothed in torn leather trousers.
Unharmed.
Speaks Common. Fire Breath.
Mighty. Flight. Immunity to Heat.
Klutz.
Basic Understanding of Dwarvish.
Human.
Standing inside the Bolthole.
Wielding a *Bronze Warhammer*. Wearing +Pig Tail Leather Rucksack+ containing two Potions of Cure Superficial Wounds, one Potion of Unknown Poison, and five slabs of Salted Boar Meat. Clothed in torn leather trousers.
Unharmed.
Speaks Common.
Eel.
Slithering towards a small Copse of spruce trees.
Clothed in torn leather trousers.
Three Deep Puncture Wounds. Negligible Bleeding.
Speaks Lizard and
Basic Dwarvish.
Novice Teslamancer.
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.
Human
Sneaking through the Brush beside the River.
Wielding loaded +Oaken Crossbow+ with 28 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.
Human
Standing over the Bolthole.
Wielding a
Massive Steel Strut. Wearing
Fabulous clothing.
Unharmed.
Speaks Common.
Basic Understanding of Dwarvish. Speaks Elvish.
Skilled Swordsman.
Rebellion.
Griffin-Human
Running through the Forest.
Wielding *Adamantine Warhammer*. Wearing torn leather trousers.
Unharmed.
Speaks Common.
Mighty.
Competent Two-handed Use. Flight.
Magic Resistance.
Ice Magic Weakness.
Pleasantly Warm.
NPC(s):
Dwarf.
Standing over the entrance to the Bolthole.
Wielding Iron Mace. Holding wooden knife. Clothed fully in leather clothing and one Steel Pauldron on Left Shoulder.
Moderate Burns covering entire face.
Deep Gouge in Left Shoulder.
Speaks Dwarvish.
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To preserve the mystery just a bit longer, I didn't update your locations in the statuses. You all know where you are. I probably don't have to remind you.
I could have continued that little conversation between Gragrar and Sarron, but I felt like I was god-modding already by assigning some abrupt Q&A, so I'll leave it to you two to continue the chat if you want to.
Valentine, check for an acronym in "rocks". I tried to play with the font size for it, but it just didn't work as well.