look around, listen, smell
Where am I and what is around me?
You're sitting by the river bank, having set up a basic camp. You've gutted a couple fish you caught earlier in the day, and they're roasting over the fire.
You just... had to leave the castle. It's your mother, she's not well. She's become obsessed, fearful. Some say, God forbid, mad. The queen is terrified of losing her power, and of dying. And she knows that when she does die, her power will go to you...
So it's best for both of your sakes that you stay away. You've found a farming couple who are kind enough to let you live on their land, and not ask too many questions. You have access to the river. Clean water, fish to eat... you'll be fine, living on your own, for now.
The sun is setting. You have a meal and a sip of water, and watch as the stars come out. They're... fuzzy. You blink, trying to focus your eyes. The sound of the river beside you fades away and becomes muffled. Sensing something is wrong, you begin to stand but can't keep your balance and tumble face-first into river bank, losing conciousness on impact.
A cosmically indefinable amount of time later, you awaken somewhere entirely different. The sandy loam of the river bank is replaced by an uneven and damp forest floor. The open night sky is replaced by a canopy of strange and alien trees which occlude the sky almost entirely. The gentle burble of the river is replaced by...
The subtle sound surrounding you is diffult to understand. It seems to come from the very sky itself, like a distant rumble of thunder. It is constant, almost below notice, but unlike any sound- you suspect any sound that
could happen on earth. Like distant angels dueling, or ideals running together like soup. It is the sound of reality grinding aginst itself.
More immediately pressing, you hear what sounds like a giant bird rapping. You press yourself against a tree and take a peek and... yeah, that's pretty much what's happening.
A colorful-blue green humanoid bird is screaming at three other people in a langauge you don't understand. The other people are an armored knight or man-at-arms, a bearded swordsman, and a tall woman with feline ears and tail. Maybe another animal person? Though this one looks much more human, like a person with animal features. She's protectively holding... some... kind of device? Your ears are ringing for some reason...
Roll the black die to test if gods favour me
You roll the die in your hand and the result is... 13. Somehow you're not quite sure, all thirteen dots fit onto a single face of the die, equally spaced from each other in a symetrical pattern.
Turning the die over, you note that all the faces now read the same.
Grab one of the other dog spears before leaving, there were several spares as I recall.
"Girl! What is taking you so long? You best hurry up, it is dangerous to tarry in this accursed realm!"
"Okay!"
Rakiit will try to do a sick 360 no scope as she scampers back down the tree.
[Agility: 16]
[Accuracy: 4]
[5]
Rakkit drops backwards out of the air, does a twirl in midair, unslings her machinegun, and fires the firearm wildly off into the air. Thankfully it doesn't hit anyone.
Just after her, leaping from a hidden spot up among the higher branches, a wild mass of blue-green feathers follows her.
The creature resembles a bird in the shape of a man, with its entire body covered in messy and colorful feathers, and its arms and legs terminating in four-toed talons. It has a hooked beak like a parakeet and black orbs for eyes.
Unmistakably the eyes of an intelligant creature; it is wearing loose grey robes and has a shortsword sheathed at its hip. Additionally, two softball-sized glass orbs float beside it, suspended in air by some unknown force.
As soon as it lands, the birdman begins screeching, a sound something like an old man reciting
The Canterbury Tales crossed with an angry mockingbird.
Alexander understands the speech for what it is and his mind involuntarily translates... his... words. This man is telling your group to leave his daughter alone.
Xeriak the birdman takes on a strange stance, placing his hands together. A raven-black tuft of feathers pokes out from between his talons.
Ali the doggirl stays quiet up in her tree, and puts her hand on her knife.
It's Rakiit's turn.
Rakiit
Demetrius
Alexander
Darla
Xeriak
Ali
Name: Alexander Prekar
Description: A tall and strong man, wearing simple cloth garments. Has a golden cross hanging around his neck on a chain.
Method of death: He was assassinated while asleep, during the crusades.
Demon: He always believes he is absolutely in the right, and has trouble understanding other people, especially those who disagree with him. His is the only way, and all others will lead to fire.
Never-Die: 3
Pay-Attention: 7
Go-Through: 4
Move-Quick: 4
Keep-Hold: 4
Accuracy: -2
Melee: +3
Agility: -2
Poise: +0
Resistance: +3
Medical: -2
Extraction: -2
Knowledge of Demons
Determination: 3/3
Focus: 7/7
Stamina: 0/2
Speed: 4/4
Corruption: 0/4
Status: Fine!
Weapon: Machete
Armor: Plate armor
Weight: 2
Inventory:
Machete: A good blade. It has sufficed for hacking apart the foul creatures that lurk here.
[melee: lethal/AP3 pain4]
[hit+1]
[parry+2]
[weight1]
[1hand]
Rifle Spear: A bit heavy, with that strange metal barrel attached alongside the haft...
[melee: lethal/AP3 pain2]
[melee special: lethal/AP5 pain4 ammo]
[ranged: lethal/AP3 pain2 min3 short6 long50 snap10 focus2/3]
[ammo 1/1]
[reach]
[parry+1]
[weight1]
Plate Armor: Steel armor of a crusader. The helmet has a flat top rather than a dome, unlike many armors.
[armor4]
[weight1]
[noise+2]
Clay x1: Payment for services rendered. Heals wounds, supposedly.
[removes pain]
[cures injury]
Name: Rakiit Amph
Description: A 6 foot tall cat girl covered in surgical scars and injection ports. short brown cat ears and similarly brown tail. Wearing a ragged guard uniform with a gaping hole in the abdomen. She's holding an LMG protectively to her chest
Method of death: Cardiac arrest from massive stimulant overdose sustained while escaping the lab
Demon: trouble trusting people, hyper active, somewhat unstable. Unsure of purpose.
Never-Die: 6
Pay-Attention: 3
Go-Through: 3
Move-Quick: 8
Keep-Hold: 3
Accuracy: +1
Melee: -2
Agility: +5
Poise: -2
Resistance: -2
Medical: +0
Extraction: -2
Cat Ears and Whiskers (+2 Perception)
Claws (lethal/AP2 pain4)
Fluffy Tail (cute)
Determination: 6/6
Focus: 3/3
Stamina: 0/0
Speed: 8/8
Corruption: 0/3
Status: Fine
Weapon: LMG
Armor: Kevlar Vest
Weight: 3
Inventory:
LMG: Rakiit's very favorite gun. It's got some scratches and mud on it.
[melee: pain3]
[Ranged: lethal/AP3 pain2 min4 short12 long150 snap20 focus1/2]
[ammo ~75/200]
[weight3]
Kevlar Vest: Vest which stops bullets. Being shot at remains inadvisable.
[armor2]
Egg?: Off-white baseball sized sphere. Tastiness not tested.
[unknown]
Name: Demetrius
Description: Rather athletic bearded Macedonian man in white tunic and leather cloak.
Method of death: Drowned when ship he captained was turned over by giant wave on its way to Alexandria.
Demon: Obsessed with sinking things.
Never-Die: 5
Pay-Attention: 9
Go-Through: 3
Move-Quick: 3
Keep-Hold: 3
Accuracy: -2
Melee: +2
Agility: +0
Poise: -2
Resistance: +0
Medical: +0
Extraction: +0
Determination: 1/5
Focus: 9/9
Stamina: 1/1
Speed: 3/3
Corruption: 0/3
Status: Fine.
Weapon: Short sword
Armor: none
Weight: 2
Inventory:
Short Sword: A bronze short sword with a slight curve to it. Heavy and cheaply made, but effective.
[melee: lethal/AP3 pain4]
[hit+2]
[parry+1]
[weight1]
[1hand]
Iron Spear: A sturdy wooden pole tipped with an iron spearhead.
[melee: lethal/AP3 pain2]
[thrown: lethal/AP2 pain2 short4 long8 focus2]
[reach]
[parry+1]
[weight1]
Olive Oil: Has a thousand uses! Like, uh, bathing yourself?
[oily]
Adamantine Dagger: Sharp. Very very very sharp.
[melee: lethal]
[thrown: lethal/AP5 short0 long10 focus2]
[parry+1]
[1hand]
Black Die: Holding this in your hand, you feel fate flow through you.
[11]
Name: Darla Edelman
Description: Skinny, green eyes, black hair. She was a princess of the House of Edelman. Her mother, Queen Dory Edelman, feared losing her power. When Darla learned of this, she quit drinking everything from the castle, fearing it was poison. She carried a bottle with her to collect water from the moat. She also tried eating less from the castle too, trying to fish for food instead. She knew the moat couldn’t be poisoned because it feeds into a river that brings water to the rest of the capital and loops back to the dam. Unknown to her, the Queen’s sister visited the kingdom during the night and snuck some poison into Darla’s water bottle. When Darla drank from it, she started off normal, but over time everything she did got slower until she died near the moat where she fished.
Method of death: Poisoned by a member of her family
Demon: she overthinks things
Never-Die: 5
Pay-Attention: 5
Go-Through: 4
Move-Quick: 4
Keep-Hold: 5
Accuracy: +0
Melee: -1
Agility: +0
Poise: +0
Resistance: +0
Medical: -1
Extraction: +0
Determination: 5/5
Focus: 5/5
Stamina: 4/4
Speed: 4/4
Corruption: 0/5
Status: Fine
Weapon: Dagger
Armor: None
Weight: 0
Inventory:
Dagger: A double-edged knife once owned by your grandmother. Utilitarian in design.
[melee: lethal/AP3 pain3]
[parry+2]
[1hand]
Glass Bottle: An emerald green glass bottle. Currently empty, it could be used to hold a variety of things.
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