Turn OneAnd they’re off… thinks the magnificent wizard as the door creaks shut behind him. He rolls some cotton wool between thumb and finger, puts a lump in each ear, and sits down in a chair beside the door.
He appears to nod off.
Inside, there’s a moment’s silence as a dozen adventurers stare each other down.
And then a sudden burst of wild and screaming activity!
Action: Use witty, engaging and charming social tactics-to quickly distract the male competitors and dash off while they are confused and fighting over me.
Wait! No! In the depths of Roybeck Castle, towering over the small royal city of Roybeck, there is a sudden burst of quietly provocative stretching, of slightly-too long lingering eye contact, of meaningful smiles, of charming
bons mots, of...
"...I suppose the real question is, which of you men is really worthy to fight alongside me...to be with me....personally, I'd choose...hmm..."...Lady Foxglove Vainglorious the III elbows the nearest fool in the face and sprints off elegantly into the distance!
”Haha, idiots! See you on the other side!”Wait for someone else to start running, Flaming Foot them in the ass, run to the portal.
Lady Foxglove is immediately followed by Bukkar Crangrom the red-haired Rager, who confusedly
...tries to grope her backside with his foot, trips over, and starts crawling towards the closed door!
Run towards the portal.
Hopping over the floored eejit comes the suspiciously non-adventurous looking peasant, Nedenir Adaros!
...Bounding like some kind of farm animal he successfully runs!
Let's go ahead and Wind Step and run for it.
Which is perhaps what Tackov Cedtry does too – who knows?
...The brown cloaked mage suddenly disappears, and there's as if a slight breeze in the direction of the portal.
Teleport self full length in the portals direction. Then move toward it at an (Admittedly fast) leisurely pace.
"I'll be seeing you at the finish line then," hat-tips the next magicky type along, realising he's been had: waving his arms subtly through the air and uttering a complicated phrase in the secret language of aetheric sorcerology, he
...successfully makes nothing happen!
...Not wanting to make it look like such a powerful display is anything but an everyday occurrence, Derm nonchalantly strolls in a slight diagonal towards the portal.
RUN LIKE HEEELL. If I'm the undisputed lead, good. If there's only one person sprinting along, REDACTED pitied. If there's two or more, settle for a comfortable third place and bide my chance to strike.
"See you, suckers!" shouts the only other woman, sprinting furiously after Lady Foxglove, immediately shooting ahead of the following pack and closing in.
...Medha sticks her hand into one of her many pockets, mumbling some kind of evil language based on hacking and phlegming as she runs, staring at the back of Lady Foxglove's head with a disturbingly intense look of satisfaction.
Start running toward the gate and yell loudly to everyone that they should make way for Messenger Regiment 4, hopefully catching them unaware and getting them far enough out of the way to cement a decent lead.
Right behind Medha the Curse Crafter is Gervedder the Luminously-Garbed.
...With his back straight as a ramrod and his knees pumping up high, he storms after he shouting at the top of his voice about something something Messenger Regiment 4 something!
Every single person in the room turns towards him and instinctively takes a few steps out of the way!
Activate Gee, Mr. Whiz, You Sure Are Fast, and Shield 1, than sprint for the portal as fast as I can.
Not far behind is the wizard Whiz, whizzing his arms about in the air doing some kind of wizardry:
...suddenly his arms seems to whiz twice as fast,
...and then even more suddenly a magical field of wizardly power seems to shimmer into whizzing existence around him!
...He whizzes off as fast as he can towards the portal!
Despite running like a new born giraffe and blinking like a traumatised mole he all but catches up with the Luminous Messenger!
Sprint for the portal while shouting at the others,
Beral despairs! He thinks he's missed his chance! He can't let the two ladies get away!
"Hey, ladies!" he screams at the top of his tiny high pitched voice, pointing frantically at his face with both forefingers,
"This piece of hotness right here? AVAILABLE!"...Without even waiting to see if Foxglove and Medha hear, his tiny generic legs whir into action like a toy helicopter as he bursts past the sprinting pack to get a good look at their backsides! His lechery is quite excessive! But luckily not visible to the two women slightly ahead of the rest!
Lenneth does the Guardsman walk into the portal.
...Having nearly fallen asleep during the long talk about something and the banjolin in the dragon and the trees or something, Lenneth starts at the sound of frenzied footsteps, jumping into the air several inches and running straight into the nearby wardrobe.
...The wardrobe fights back, opening and shutting with righteous anger and leaving blood pouring from Lenneth's face!
Wound Acquired: Lenneth Hardy:
Very Heavy Bleeding!Blarg roars and summons a ferocious cow to aid him in battle!
Witnessing this hideous violence makes Blarg Gargleson, Monstrous Thing, reflect. He needs aid! He needs an ally! He needs...
...A FIRE BREATHING COW-DEMON!Suddenly materialising, Albert the Fire Breathing Cow-Demon is the height of two grown cows, the width of two grown cows, and the colour of two angry demons!
She immediately spins round in a confused and incredibly angry circle, blasting fire out of her nostrils at everyone she sees!
...Miraculously everyone escapes without so much as-
Be the last off the start line and barrel through people toward the portal.
... Suddenly Richard Haze runs screaming into the nearest wall with joy! He's on fire! He runs in a circle and rubs himself up against the corner of the wizard's desk.
It sets on fire too!
Where one set of initials or one dash equals 5 metres.
- BC - - - - - - NA LFVIII - - - - - - - - - -
BURNING DESK RH BG AFBC-D D - - GV - MC - - - - - - - - - - - PORTAL
- LH- - - - W - BS - - - - - - - - - - -
Lady Foxglove Vainglorious III is just ahead of Nedenir Adaros, Medha Correo, and Beral Siltmill
Nothing too dramatic this turn as it seems to just be a big bunch of running. Short simple turns, and I am also a bit miserably ill so it feels a bit flat.
Nobody can sprint to and through the portal next turn, but they could get right next to it.
Initiative is d12 – you can of course opt to go last, in which case your lastness will be dependent on your initiative and the lastest person will be the fastest person.
You can do an action and an attack, a move and an attack, or a move and an action, not necessarily in that order, just to clarify.
Also just to clarify, or rather say for the first time, I've decided that completely failed abilities won't count in terms of the cooldown. I'm sure I could explain that better but can't find the words right now.
I was going to not abbr the rolls for simplicity and anyone who can't see the abbrs, but... just... couldn't. Does anyone really really want the rolls plainly visible?
PM me if you want to see your sheets – apart from Lenneth's faceblood not being in his face as much any more and a few abilities now being in cooldown nothing has really changed.
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