Past weeks were pretty busy, updates will be steadier now.
Yrrr...
MUST NOT FAIL THE HIVE. Momentarily retreat to recover from the stunning blow.
[6] You scramble away, leaving the equally stunned creature on the ground. The creature is injured, and another occasion may present itself later.
You leave a trail of blood in your wake...
Hostile:-Feathered humanoid reptile [Blinded]
Karma: +1
Last Roll: [6]
Status:
[Fighting]
[Wounded Torso and Face]
[Stunned]
Inventory:
[Empty]
Sir Erickson: Keep my distance, and check my adventurer's kit for a knife.
Karmic device: spend negative karma to boost my roll to dodge attacks.
[6] You stand back up painfully, and search your backpack for a knife of some sort. You feel a sharp pain in your hand.
From your backpack, you pull out a long and finely crafted hilt less dagger. A single blade of steel you found in one of your travels...
Weapon:[Hiltless Dagger]
The bears roars and charges at you. Remembering the old mans words, you activate the karmic device, and feel a strange alteration of the surrounding air.
[Karmic device activated]Bear: [1]
Sir Erickson: [2+2] [4]
You stand ready for dodging and counterattacking, calmly facing the black rage coming at you. But in a benevolent twist of fate, the Demonbear trips because of the pain in your sword, making him loses balance and utterly misses its blow aimed at your fragile head.
A loud sound is heard as it falls and slams in a tree behind you, making it fall with it.
Like following a hidden trail, you jump on a rock, then on the bears back. With the dagger grasped in both hands, you stab with all your forces in the neck area of the bear. A massive stream of blood gushes out of the wound.
Hostile:The Black Demonbear of the Forest [Hind leg tendon slashed] [Neck cut open and bleeding]
Karma: -1
Last Roll: [2]
Status:
[Badly Hurt]
Inventory:
[Backpack:
>Some electrum and copper coins
>Riveted Chainmail
>Hand-and-a-half "Bastard" Sword
>The usual adventurer's kit]
sleep
You sleep, exhausted by this agitated day...
(...)
"Psh. Pshhh."
Someone calls out to you. You open your eyes. Is this a dream? A man wearing a purple and vibrant tuxedo is standing in front of you, the face obscured with a smiling carnival mask.
He has your Karmic Device in his hand.
"Are you the owner of this trinket?"
Karma: 1
Last Roll: [4]
Status:
[Okay]
Inventory:
[Backpack:
>Lots of pills
>50000 Money
>Lottery Ticket]
:I think its underground o clock. But I don;t have a watch on me,:
"Ugh oh. Mmh, guess I overslept or something then?"
There is an odd silence for a moment.
"Where are my manners. My name is Ed. May I inquire your name?"
Others:-the Gramophone
Karma: 2
Last Roll: [3]
Status:
[Okay]
Inventory:
[Empty]
Find a decent looking workspace within the storage room and beginning constructing a body for my golem from my Gnome Pile's of Wonder, make it have the general shape of a being with four metallic limbs
[1] For some reason known only to you, this unstable table seems like a great workspace. You start working on a golem, forming limbs from pieces and joining them together into a bigger frame.
The sweet music of cutting metal, melding it, all to create something greater. You hum as you build the golem, and even dance.
(...)
After hours of working, you gaze at your masterpiece.
Mmh.
It has 7 limbs. You may have lost count somewhere after the second, it tends to happen when you get too involved.
Mmh.
It doesn't look very steady. Well, it did seemed steady when you were on it.
Mmh.
It may have been an utter failure and waste of resources.
Karma: -1
Last Roll: [1]
Status:
[Okay]
Inventory:
[Golem Powerstone]
[Gnome's Pile of Wonders]