KaltukkKaltukk crawls towards Tali, the sand drinking his life hungrily as it seeps through the wound in his chest. He wheezes, his guts drowning in blood and his punctured lung guttering like a torn sail with each ragged, agonising breath. He feels something soft sliding up his legs. The orc turns his head to see the golem standing over him, featureless and hollow. It topples, spilling over and covering Kaltukk up to his neck. He struggles, sinking deeper into the sand, the warm grains covering him like a familiar blanket. The blood is still pouring from his mouth as it slips below the surface, never to be seen again.
Kaltukk is dead.TaliYou turn you head back to face the God. You twist the spear and yank it from his body. His eyes grow even wider than they were before, almost as if they'd fall from their very sockets. Blood drips from the wound in his belly, and you can see something pink and twitching hanging out of it. You aim the spear at his face.
Hey. His shaking head rises slowly, his mouth agape, as if surprised that he hadn't woken up yet. Everything grows quiet.
Look at me when I kill you, 'God.' Your lance flashes forward, cutting his wailed protest short as the steel punches through his face and clear out the back of his head. He stiffens, then goes slack and you kick him from your blade, letting him crumple to the sand. All of a sudden everything goes black, and a numb feeling washes over you..
Everyone ElseThe thief and the assassin exchange glances as the damaged orb rolls to a rest at their feet.
Claire, get back! Vlad yells, drawing his sword from it's scabbard with a metallic hiss. Claire seeks cover behind a nearby pillar, and Edwin's claymore is already coming down as Vlad raises his hands to heaven, tiny motes of white light floating around his clenched fists. It's edge deflects against the orb's surface and sparks across the stone floor.
Damn! It's cracked a bit more, and bleeding sand even more quickly before, but it's still holding together. By the time he raises his blade again Vlad is glowing with a mysterious light. Ropes of light slither over his arms, blade and chest like serpents, and he roars with the newfound power welling up inside him! He brings his weapon down against the orb, crushing it. Edwin and Vlad run off to either side as a jet of sand explodes from the shattered orb.
They listen to the sound of rushing sand until it finally dies away, and everyone steps out from behind what they were hiding behind. There's a huge mound of sand where the orb once was, looking terribly out of place in the cold, damp, cavernous dungeon. The sand shifts, and a tiny fist bursts from the surface, waving around in the air. Edwin drops his sword and runs over, clasping the disembodied hand in his own, planting his feet and heaving away. The dwarf explodes from the sand, gasping for air and kicking her way from the mound. Edwin slips and lands on his back, pulling the dwarf atop him in the same motion. There's an awkward moment as the dwarf catches her breath, before realising who she's lying on. The poor elf keeps his head turned to one side and his lips thin. His cheeks are bright red and his eyes are filled with embarrassment.
Catch levelled up! YOUR POWER HAS INCREASED! See the GM for a Branch Opportunity!
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identified?
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Name: Vlad Lamora
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: Short and slightly built with short, dark brown hair, a mustache, and light grey eyes. He is neither handsome nor memorable.
Profession: Assassin
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OverchargedEquipped: Clothes, leather boots, steel chain mail, dwarven bastard sword, steel full helm
Inventory - 2x leather boots, steel full helm,
Squishy Backpack: 15x wurm meat
Skills: Swords
Proficient, Throwing
Proficient, Cooking
Proficient, Lockpicking
Dabbling, Butchering
DabblingMagicks: Catch III - you can absorb energy at a mediocre pace, such as light; restores fatigue and reduces hunger; can store energy
Overcharge I - focus absorbed energy on your weapon or body for increased attack or defence; temporarily weakened when over
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Name: Clair Redfield
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance: A red-headed, green-eyed woman. Her hair is in a short tomboy cut and she has a tattoo of a dull red star on her cheek.
Profession: Shepard
: Fine
Equipped: Leather Tunic, Leather Boots, iron staff, dwarven dirk
Inventory: Hunting knife, 2x clothes
Skills: Staves
Proficient, Butchering
Skilled, Cloth Work
SkilledMagicks: Repel II - manipulate air into a general or focused blast, pushing the target(s) away; some fatigue
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Name: Tali Bluestone
Gender: Female
Race: Dwarf
Appearance: A somewhat shorter than usual, but well muscled Dwarven woman stands before you, with dark black hair done up fashionably and tucked into a single long ponytail cut raggedly short. Piercing copper eyes radiate cunning and a cold intellect, and are framed by long, emotive eyebrows that give her a slightly unsettling demeanor, even after being imprisoned.
Profession: Explorer
: Fine
Equipped: Rags, Rotten Leather Boots, Sturdy Footman's Helm, Flimsy Leather Cuirass, ebony easterland lance
Inventory: Empty
Skills: Navigation
Proficient, Pole Arms
Proficient, Herbology
Proficient, Architecture
DabblingMagicks: N/A
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Name: Edwin Malfonse
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Appearance: Edwin has short cropped dark brown hair, green eyes and lightly tanned skin. He stands at typical elf height, 5' 4'', has a thin and wiry build that's thin even for an elf and seems almost eternally smudged with a small covering of dirt. He seems almost at home here, strangely enough.
Profession: Professional Thief
: Fine
Equipped: Clothes, Leather Boots, studded leather hauberk, 2x iron daggers
Inventory: 1x iron dagger,
Leather Weapon Pack:
Roaken, Sturdy Lockpick, Coiled Iron Chain w/ Cuff, Dwarven Claymore
Skills: Stealth
Proficient, Thievery
Proficient, Daggers
Proficient, Lockpicking
DabblingMagicks: N/A
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