Turn 16.1:
Turn 16
Squelchy, the Omnislime (Coolrune206)
Squelchy was frustrated, but nothing could be done. Turning to his band of slimes, he communicated:
Eat your fill. We're heading North as soon as all are ready for travel.
Squelchy eats some fruits and then departs North with his band, using the sun's position as a reference point. He silently vowed to himself to return here when he was stronger and challenge Jeruga to allow the slimes to stay.
As Jeruga disappeared into its lair, the scared slimes calmed down a bit. And with fear gone, sadness had taken place instead. The short time spent in this orchard was enough for them to grow attached to it. They could hardly imagine finding a similar place.
Your words brought the delusional ones back to reality, and gave a small purpose to the dejected.
Everyone ate more than they could store, savoring every drop of juice and sweet flesh. Soon afterward, everyone was somewhat ready to leave. Waiting any longer would make it harder for all of you, so you departed.
Event Roll: [1]
Northward, northward... You delved into the jungle, looking for a place where to settle. You studied these woods a bit. The vegetation seemed less overgrown than the jungle you had seen until now. It was easier to advance, but also harder to hide.
After a few hours, Zed returned from scouting. He seemed alarmed, and emitted warning pheromones.
"Buzzing, lot of buzzing ahead. There are nests of insects, and they seem very threatening."Nearby Monsters:-A lot of friendly slimes: Low Morale
HP: 17/17
MP: 17/17
Essence: 2/20
Status:
-Fine
Location:
-Savarde Jungle - Peaceful Fruit Orchard Outskirt
Companion: Gloup Blop (Inkblack Coroblob)
HP: 15/15
MP: 12/12
Status:
-Fine
Companion: Swift Zed the Mad Tornado (Leaping Slime)
HP: 15/15
MP: 12/12
Status:
-Fine
Neophytos the Sole Survivor, Psychic Pain Spider (randomgenericusername)
"I just would like that a diplomat came with me to help explain the agreement and seal it with the Sylvarians. Having an Arachnastinian diplomat would help in case of any misunderstandings that could happen."
Request that a diplomat came back with me to discuss about the agreement with the Sylvarians and as a proof of trust from them.
Regardless of answer, prepare to leave.
Kelechikara answered with an unchanging voice:
"Naturally. It is good that you suggested it yourself, I will be coming with you for such matters."
There was not much else for you to do in the Arachnastinian "capital". Quickly, you and your escort undertook the journey back.
Event Roll: [5]
The trip back went unhindered. Was it because of the Arachnastinians control over the surrounding lands, or mere luck? As you darted from tree to tree, you noticed a peculiar grove amidst the jungle. Something there caught your interest, but you couldn't tell what.
You asked for a short pause as you wanted to feel this place a bit, and the Arachnastinians didn't mind.
The land was whispering to you. Inaudible words, that didn't seem to hold any meaning... A thought came across your mind. "The Sylvarian tree would grow well there, if we could move it somehow..."
They were also within Arachnastinian territory... You kept musing a bit, and then resumed your trip.
(...)
And finally reached the Sylvarian settlement. Beasts, insects and other creatures lived together there. Cooperating despite the differences, united by a similar tragedy.
Your arrival created quite the commotion, especially as you were accompanied by three strangers to the community. There was no time to lose on triffling matters, and you quickly asked to meet with Sedre, the Sylvarian leader.
In a crude -by humans standards- wooden hut, you stood before him and the hurriedly assembled council. Sedre, the Sylvarian leader, and a representative for the various species of the community. Everyone waited for you to open the meeting.
Nearby Monsters:-Kelechikara, Arachnastinian Diplomat
Allied-Arachnastinian Soldiers
Allied-Sedre, Sylvarian leader
-Species representatives:
HP: 15/15
MP: 12/12
Essence: 0 + a small amount
Status:
-Fine
Location:
-Inner Savarde Jungle - Arachnastinian Palace
Terrence the Bone Baron - (ironsnake345)
"You may call me Terrence. Since my awakening, it is the only name I found for myself."
Terrence continued on after exchanging names with Vel. A while later, the call of the armor was heard. Terrence cautiously readied his bone sword.
"The armor is here... Perhaps we should flee, though a thought comes to mind. Perhaps this armor is the source of your difficulty leaving this place. One way or another,
we will find out. For now, you are the ruler of our pair. What is your decision, Vel?"
Vel clutched on his sword, unease filling his voice.
"Oh. That... is an interesting thought. One that never crossed my mind. That damned Armor..."The howling started getting closer. Vel quickly made a decision.
"Let us flee. Ride on my back Terrence, I will allow it under these circumstances."You promptly climbed upon his back. You can't say it was comfortable, but that was the least of your concerns right now.
Nearby Monsters:-Vel, the Dead Rider: [Friendly/Ally]-The Armor: [Hostile to all that live and unlive]> In front, precise location unknown
HP: 15/15MP: 12/12Essence: 4/10Status: -Fine
Inventory:-Bone Broadsword [Wielded]
Location:-Deadland of Easenval
>
> A mound
Skee, the Insect Parasite (Legendary Marksdorf)
Try to find an isolated Makralian and get near him while trying to avoid the guarding one's gaze. Once you are close, sting him and hide.
Avoid the watchman: Action Roll (12): [3]
Outcome Roll: [5] -Partial Success-
After carefully circling the place, you found one Makralian sleeping on a branch. He was a bit distanced from the main group, but still remained within the field of vision of the sentry. Attempting to sting this one could go both ways.
Nearby Monsters:-Adult Makralians:
PredatorHP: 8/10
MP: 10/10
Essence: 0/2
Status:
-Bruised
Location:
-North Savarde Jungle
Go'Von, the Strangler Ooze (Puppyguard)
Go'Von
Hands shoot out from the ooze at the creature.
Delicious. It is dinnertime.
Aim for the three legs on one side to bring it to the ground, then move forward to devour.
Attack:Combat Roll (Str 1 vs Con 0): [8] vs [4]+2 (Agile)
Critical Roll: [5]
Damage: [1]+1 (Digest)
Before the creature could leap away, you quickly shot your arms at the legs of the creature. Your bony hands took a firm hold of a leg each, and you dragged yourself toward the Leaping Mouth. You started digesting it away, slowly.
Nearby visible Monsters: -Leaping Mouth:
Hungry (-2HP)
HP: 15/15
MP: 12/12
Essence: 1/10
Status:
-Fine
Location:
-Underground, Cave Network
> Moss Cave