In a forestAlthough dripping with pumpkin juice, Natasha was mostly unharmed. She had made out of the situation far better than many cute catgirls who had attempted taking on tentacle monsters.
Next to the pumpkin corpse, the warrior is tending to the archer's wounds.
Inspect the dome.
Natascha walks up to the dome and circles it, inspecting it up close. It looks like it's made up completely out of dirt, overgrown with grass and weeds. On the back side, however, she finds a circular door which looks like it's made up out of painted wood. Looking through the small windows in the door, she can see that it leads down a spiral staircase. Faint light can be observed coming from below.
On a bloody, battle scarred roadDo as the voice says, in hopes of getting a chance to kill the mage who did this.
Am I feeling pain from my injuries? If yes, focus on suppressing that until I can move. As soon as I can (hopefully) move, roll away from my assailant and get towards that damn sorcerer. Bite his throat out if both my hands are out of action, otherwise claw him open.
"Yesss, I knew you'd come to your senses. Hang on, kiddo, this ride might get rough."No sooner has the voice said this as you feel an immense pain in you shoulder, as if the armoured sleeve is digging its way into your flesh. You snarl, as the pain leaves you writhing on the ground, you can see the ice giant coming in for another attack. As he heaves up his axe arm, The pain suddenly seizes completely, and the voice sounds once more.
"Whew, took me a while. Well then, buckly up kid, let's show em what we can do."As the arm comes down, your armour hand shoots up and intercepts it, holding it in avice like grip and preventing it from moving even an inch. You can see that the armour is molding itself into scales, not unlike those your body. The scales start to spread, faster and faster,
until they cover your whole body. You [4+1] Get up, very slowly pushing the arm up enough to be able to sit in a crouching position, but the ice familiar is pressing too hard to get up completely. The ice mage, still jumping with joy, stops when he turns around and sees this.
"NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! CRUSH HIM!"
The Ice giant heaves his arms up over his head and sends it down with all the force it can muster, the air around you getting noticebly colder as the giant exerts his will. [giant=7] vs [6+1] The arm comes down, but you stand up right and intercept it. The ice blade bites into your hand, sending a stream of warm blood down your armour. Feeling even weaker than before, you decide to try something desperate. [8] You twist you body and snarl in pure rage as you heave the Ice giant to the side, sending him flying a good three meters. You immediatly bolt for the mage, [9] vs [6] closing the distance between the two of you in mere seconds. The mage tries to get up a barrier again, but you are simply too fast and crash into him with your impressive bulk and speed, sending both of you to the ground.
You take one look in the man's eyes, pleased to see that the smugness has been replaced by sheer terror. His feeble attempts to get you off quickly turn into frantic writhing and gurgling as you rip out his throat with you bare hand and dig your claws into his flesh repeatedly. As the gurgles die down, you can hear the ice familiar cracking into small pieces behind you. Then it goes dark.
You wake up, lying next to the bloody corpse of the mage, your armour gone and your right arm lying a few feet away from you. In it's place is the armoured arm which moves and feels as if it were a part of your body. You stand up, but have to struggle to keep your balance. You feel awfully light headed and wobbly. Your left arm is still split down the middle, blood clotting the wound and running down your arm.
On a bent in the road, next to a crater. A clown, a kitsune and an angel walk into a barJust a hunch based on the fact that you are dressed like a clown and wearing a potato.
"That's not a potato. That's a soil hat with a bird on it. Anyhow, good day, sir, have a wonderful time on this green earth and whatnot."
Go over to that place Tooh Kahn is pointing to. Then act on what seems like the most logical course of action at that point.
As the strange man and Seanna converse, Nosegay asks Tooh Kahn wether this man is related to their quest. The bird shrugs, as well as a creature without arms can shrug.
"I don't think so, sending people falling out of the sky is more Solaris' style, not Silak. I mean, SQUAWK"Satisfied, Nosegay heads to the place Tooh Kahn pointed out, finding a hollow tree. The inside of the trunk seems to be a massive hole, you can't even see the bottom. Deciding that the best course of action would be to get on with it and go down the rabbit hole, Nosegay grabs both Seanna and Angus and drags them with him into the hole. The three of them fall, Seanna and Nosegay flailing, while Angus remains pretty calm as he has become rather used to falling these last few months. Tooh Kahn remains stoically on Nosegay's head. After ten minutes, the three are still falling. Out of nowhere, white text starts scrolling along the darkness.
"In a world filled with strife, three factions wage a never ending struggle. The vegetable kingdom has been raiding the lands of the Fruit Federation once too many. The Fruit Federation has retalliated, pushing into the Vegetable kingdom's lands. The third faction, the alliance of free foodstuffs, has remained neutral in all this.
Will this war consume us all? Will this be the end of the fragile balance between fruits and vegetables? Only time will tell..."
As soon as the text stops, our group finds themselves falling through the air on a rather warm evening, a warm breeze passing by.
They land into a heap of what seems like a pile of hacked and shredded potatoe and cabbage.
Outside a certain mansion((I am sorry for not posting - I'm having my graduation exams in a few weeks and I really have to focus on studying. Pancaek, could you place my character in temporal suspension for a while?))
In the darkness of night, those insomniacs brave enough to wander the dark streets would have witnessed a strange sight indeed. A man dressed in disco clothes and wearing a gigantic clock dancing his way down the street, stopping in front of a mansion.
"Oh my, seems like this one will be gone for some time. Can't let that disturb the flow of time, not groovy. Not grooovy at all~"the man spins in a circle and snaps his fingers. The trees in the garden of the mansion stop swaying in the wind, the alchemical fires stop dancing in the night breeze. Everything seems frozen. And with another snap of his fingers, the man is gone.
At the battle of the bands((Ooh, tricky to do with 'modern' titles, all anti-war.))
Fortunate Son! This is War. Change any modern references to ones appropriate for the era. Return the holoband!
"And that was Lance Lovebody, with the classic 'The soldiers' mace'. Next up. LORD. OF. METAAAAAAL"You walk upon stage, the crowd cheering very loudly. [+2 to rolls.]
You start playing your song [9+2], the other bandmembers appearing immediatly behind you. Floating, moving images appear allong the stage walls, and hovering along the edges of the crowd, depicting various war scenes. Lights come out of nowhere, in all colours, flashing along with the beat of the song. The crowd goes absolutely wild as you give the best performance of the event yet.
the announcer enters the stage as you take your bow after the song.
"Well then, ladies and gentlemen, Let us look at the scores. The three favourites haven't changed. The bard rangers are still in third place with 42 points. Lance Lovebody is in second place with 46 points. and Lord of metal is in first place with...WHAT IS THIS? LORD OF METAL IS IN FIRST PLACE WITH 51 POINTS! LADIES ANDGENTLEMEN, WE HAVE A WINNER!"As the crowd goes absolutely wild cheering fro you, a man dressed in flamboyant yellow and green clothes with lots of frills almost runs up on the stage.
"What is this nonsense!? I am LANCE LOVEBODY! I have won this event for 5 years in a row. This...this....insect cannot beat me. I invoke the right of rockoff!"The crowd goes silent, hushed whispers replacing the applause.
The announcer swallows, and turns to you.
"Do you accept the challenge to rockoff? Will you fight this man....to the death?"
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