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[BlackPaladin99]

"who are you?"

[Dragofire]

BlackPaladin99's Turn

"who are you?"

The figure startles from where they were sitting quietly reading and turns to you, pulling down their hood. They appear to have the facial features of a mouse or rat.
"Sorry for not seeing you there earlier. I'm Four. What's your name?"
Inventory

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Ragged Clothing(equipped)
Sharp Branch(equipped)
Waterskin(3/3 units)
Leather Pouch
Handful of Probably Edible Fruits

Stats

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Name: Quiz'nakka
Gender: Male
Race: Serketist.
Merits: Climbing line, light step, sharp eyesight
Ability Scores: Strength(5), Endurance(3), Intelligence(2), Charisma(0), Magic(3), Resolve(2)
Magic Scores: concealing(1), reinforcing(2)
Appearance: he is an eerie black, with compound eyes and stingers
Personality: introverted, calm, calculating, ruthless, and just a little bit crazy.  loner, an outcast from society.  barely ever speaks.
Hunger: Sated
Thirst: Sated
Wounds: Healthy
Mood: On Edge

[VermilionSkies]

Just deck the nearest cat-birds. Neither cats nor birds stand up well to getting punched in the face, from what I've been taught of old-world creatures.

[Dragofire]

VermilionSkies' Turn

Just deck the nearest cat-birds. Neither cats nor birds stand up well to getting punched in the face, from what I've been taught of old-world creatures.

_{Roll = 1}
You utterly fail to hit them, so much that you end up tripping over your own feet and faceplanting. The bird-cats wheel around, and begin clawing at your back.
Inventory

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Ragged Clothing(equipped)
Waterskin(3/3 units)
Leather Pouch
Handful of Probably Edible Fruits

Stats

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Name: Mahogany
Gender: Male
Race: Faun
Merits: Untouched, Light Step
Ability Scores: S1 E1 I4 C3 M0 R6
Magic Scores: 0 Reinforcing, 0 Revealing, 0 Warding
Appearance: Similar to an old-world human, with patches of fur on their forearms and the antler of the Fauns. Brown, unkempt hair and blue eyes.
Personality: Mahogany is weak and frail, and by necessity has learned to sculk about far more than he walks. Nonetheless, he enjoys the company of others, though he does not converse much.
Hunger: Sated
Thirst: Sated
Wounds: Small scratches on face, many cuts on back
Mood: On Edge

[VermilionSkies]

Roll over and bash them away with my pouch.

[Egan_BW]

Take flight out a window.

[Fluffe9911]

Scieths heart is pounding as he looms over the corpse he stares into it's eyes and Scieth jolts backward as he sees the deer blink, he rubs his eyes and slowly opens them and this time only dead eyes look back at him. Scieth sighs dreading what comes next he readies his sharpened stick and slices.

You have done well. Dress the carcass and consume the flesh beasts like you can not afford to be picky. Store what you can't eat for later and use your gift to destroy what you can't store let no traces of your hunt remain for you will not return here and no evidence of how far you have fallen must survive. "Must I? Feels like a wa-" NO EVIDENCE "..."

[Dragofire]

VermilionSkies' Turn

Roll over and bash them away with my pouch.

_{Roll = 3}
You unhook your pouch, and roll over, managing to clock one of the bird-cats in the side of the head. The fruits in your pouch are now squished and leaking everywhere, but the bird-cat is definitely unconscious. The remaining two squawk loudly and dive towards you.

Inventory

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Ragged Clothing(equipped)
Waterskin(3/3 units)
Leather Pouch
Handful of Probably Edible Fruits(squished)

Stats

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Name: Mahogany
Gender: Male
Race: Faun
Merits: Untouched, Light Step
Ability Scores: S1 E1 I4 C3 M0 R6
Magic Scores: 0 Reinforcing, 0 Revealing, 0 Warding
Appearance: Similar to an old-world human, with patches of fur on their forearms and the antler of the Fauns. Brown, unkempt hair and blue eyes.
Personality: Mahogany is weak and frail, and by necessity has learned to sculk about far more than he walks. Nonetheless, he enjoys the company of others, though he does not converse much.
Hunger: Sated
Thirst: Sated
Wounds: Small scratches on face, many cuts on back
Mood: On Edge

Egan_BW's Turn

Take flight out a window.

_{Roll = 5}
You execute a stunning flourish as you leap out the window into flight, hovering just outside the window. A giant six-legged reptilian beast with massive sapphire-feathered wings and slime dripping from its empty eye sockets is swiping at a flock of creatures with cat heads and crow bodies. A building appears to have caught on fire spontaneously, probably because something exploded when it collapsed.

Inventory

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Ragged Clothing(equipped)
Waterskin(3/3 units)
Leather Pouch
Handful of Probably Edible Fruits
Several Chunks of Slimy Meat
Two Rolls of Mostly Clean Bandages

Stats

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Name: Amviola
Gender: Female
Race: Harpy

Merits:
   Large Wings
   Strong Back

Ability Scores:
   Strength: 6
   Endurance: 4
   Intelligence: 0
   Charisma: 4
   Magic: 0
   Resolve: 1

Appearance: Mostly humanoid, with a mane of crimson feathers, taloned feet, and impressive wings. Really the whole of her is impressive, and she knows it. Built like a beast, it's impressive that she can fly even with her huge wings.
Personality: A proud killer who specializes in tearing apart monsters and people with her bare limbs. Desires attention and exercises constantly to maintain her body for both combat and aesthetic. Highly aggressive, but backs off quickly from anything which can actually harm her.
Hunger: Sated
Thirst: Sated
Wounds: Large cut on left arm(bandaged), mild concussion
Mood: Calm

Scieths heart is pounding as he looms over the corpse he stares into it's eyes and Scieth jolts backward as he sees the deer blink, he rubs his eyes and slowly opens them and this time only dead eyes look back at him. Scieth sighs dreading what comes next he readies his sharpened stick and slices.

You have done well. Dress the carcass and consume the flesh beasts like you can not afford to be picky. Store what you can't eat for later and use your gift to destroy what you can't store let no traces of your hunt remain for you will not return here and no evidence of how far you have fallen must survive. "Must I? Feels like a wa-" NO EVIDENCE "..."

_{Roll = 5}
You use your stick to cut great chunks out of the dead deer, placing them in your pouch after gulping down two or three. Once your pouch is full to the brim, you place a hand on the carcass. The remaining flesh and bones make a loud pop noise before bursting into a cloud of ash-gray dust that blows away on the wind. Something big appears to be rampaging around the city. A few buildings have collapsed, and a restaurant appears to be on fire.
Inventory

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Ragged Clothing(equipped)
Sharp Branch(equipped)
Waterskin(3/3 units)
Leather Pouch
Handful of Probably Edible Fruits
Lots of Chunks of Deer Meat

Stats

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Scieth
Gender: Male
Race: Stryx
Merits: Touched By The Void (3)
Ability Scores: Str (1), End (2), Int (3), Cha (0), Mag (6), Res (3)
Magic Scores: Unraveling (3), Revealing (1), Commanding (1), Reinforcing (1)

Appearance: His head is that of a blue robin and while at one point his feathers were no doubt a dazzling blue overtime for one reason or the other the vibrancy of his feathers while still being overall vibrant have dulled slightly and black spots have appeared around his feathers making him somewhat look like a pin cushion without the pins. This look is made exacerbated from how unkempt and matted his feathers are with some sticking out wildly while others are clumped up showing spots of skin underneath.

Personality: Scieth as he used to be for the most part died a long time ago like many of his kind he once styled himself a despot a noble bird who should have the authority to do what they want where they want how they want and no lesser class shall have the gall to stop him but that was in the past. Maybe he delved into something he should not have or maybe something delved into him regardless things have happened to Scieth that changed him forever driving him mad and leading to his eventual humiliation and exile from the life he once held so close. Nowadays while Scieth has been able to clear his mind somewhat and some faint traits of his old self do return to the surface during moments of extreme clarity his memory of his old self is very patchy and he overall has been humbled greatly by his experiences realizing the futility of worrying about the external when the internal is so fragile. It is now his goal to fix his mind or get rid of whatever may be destroying it as fast as possible for it is Scieths deep rooted fear that should madness claim him once more it shall not let go a second time.
Hunger: Sated
Thirst: Sated
Wounds: Healthy
Mood: B̷̠́͊ȁ̷͎͉͖̰͐c̵̢̛̻̱͙̗̆k̴̳͎͙̪̹̅̓͆͘͠ļ̶͚͇̑a̷̳̤̠͇͊̿s̸͇̫̞̍̅h̴̞̣̤̮̱̋͋̂̈́͝

[Fluffe9911]

Scieth grumbles upon seeing the ashes blow away in the wind he wonders sometimes why he even bothers listening to the voice, was it always there? why does it speak to me? what even is it? Scieth sighs knowing he has no solid answers to any of these questions and stares into the horizon already having a good idea over what he will be told to do next.

Very good now leave these grounds away from the sounds of destruction and do not come back for at least a moon even predators must know when to run from danger.

[Dragofire]

Fluffe9911's Turn

Scieth grumbles upon seeing the ashes blow away in the wind he wonders sometimes why he even bothers listening to the voice, was it always there? why does it speak to me? what even is it? Scieth sighs knowing he has no solid answers to any of these questions and stares into the horizon already having a good idea over what he will be told to do next.

Very good now leave these grounds away from the sounds of destruction and do not come back for at least a moon even predators must know when to run from danger.

_{Roll = 6}
You slip from the site of the kill, stumbling into a forest clearing as you accidentally trip over a stick. At least a dozen hooded figures, bare hands held high to where a pair of pigeons are bleeding out on top of a flat rock, throats slit. They appear to be singing, heedless of your presence.
Rise, rapture, riiii-se!
One dips a clawed finger in the blood and draws several sigils on the rock.
We turn our hopes up to the skiii-ies!
Something seems weirdly familiar here.

Inventory

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Ragged Clothing(equipped)
Sharp Branch(equipped)
Waterskin(3/3 units)
Leather Pouch
Handful of Probably Edible Fruits
Lots of Chunks of Deer Meat

Stats

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Scieth
Gender: Male
Race: Stryx
Merits: Touched By The Void (3)
Ability Scores: Str (1), End (2), Int (3), Cha (0), Mag (6), Res (3)
Magic Scores: Unraveling (3), Revealing (1), Commanding (1), Reinforcing (1)

Appearance: His head is that of a blue robin and while at one point his feathers were no doubt a dazzling blue overtime for one reason or the other the vibrancy of his feathers while still being overall vibrant have dulled slightly and black spots have appeared around his feathers making him somewhat look like a pin cushion without the pins. This look is made exacerbated from how unkempt and matted his feathers are with some sticking out wildly while others are clumped up showing spots of skin underneath.

Personality: Scieth as he used to be for the most part died a long time ago like many of his kind he once styled himself a despot a noble bird who should have the authority to do what they want where they want how they want and no lesser class shall have the gall to stop him but that was in the past. Maybe he delved into something he should not have or maybe something delved into him regardless things have happened to Scieth that changed him forever driving him mad and leading to his eventual humiliation and exile from the life he once held so close. Nowadays while Scieth has been able to clear his mind somewhat and some faint traits of his old self do return to the surface during moments of extreme clarity his memory of his old self is very patchy and he overall has been humbled greatly by his experiences realizing the futility of worrying about the external when the internal is so fragile. It is now his goal to fix his mind or get rid of whatever may be destroying it as fast as possible for it is Scieths deep rooted fear that should madness claim him once more it shall not let go a second time.
Hunger: Sated
Thirst: Sated
Wounds: Healthy
Mood: M̶̡͍̟̫̃̌̅̒͝y̶̻͉̓s̸̡̱̞̃ẽ̶̠̰͈͌̓l̴͇̠̗̝̭̋͌͆f̵̯̗̬̍́̇̕

Player Prompt!
Who are the cultists? They're related to the entity corrupting Scieth somehow.

[Fluffe9911]

As he looks upon the cultists in confusion Scieths head starts pounding blood filled visions of what must be the past (or maybe the future?) rapidly consume Scieths vision most but not all of it speeding by too fast and warped to properly comprehend after a second the visions recede and Scieth is brought back to reality once more although now with a bit more clarity into the current situation.

Spoiler: The Desvendado (click to show/hide)

Scieth knows who these cultists are... while the visions went by too fast to quiet pinpoint the origin of where he got this knowledge Scieth is acutely aware of who they are and what they seek. These are cultists of the Desvendado a entity of destruction to some and rebirth to others. These cultists carry faint knowledge of the time before the Starstones and wish to reset everything back to the way things used to be willing to sacrifice everything and everyone if it means a return to this long forgotten "golden age". Unlike most people they see Unraveling as a blessing prophesizing that only a person blessed by such powers will be able to destroy or even take control of the Starstones and return things back to the ways of old. Due to this belief and the cults tendency to attract more extreme elements of society most of what is left of civilization tends to make outcasts or martyers of anyone who follows the Desvendado. As far as these cultists go though they seem to be trying to appeal to Desvendado to get the powers you have although something tells you that it does not work that way.

"What should I do?" mumbles Scieth ... but for once the voice does not respond ...Very well I shall observe them from the sidelines for now but they must not know of my predictment. I fear what they would try if they knew.

[VermilionSkies]

Slide to the side and attempt to hit them with the pouch once they're close enough.

[BlackPaladin99]

"Quiz'nakka, but call me Qui." he says.  "I'm here for a rest." 

[Dragofire]

BlackPaladin99's Turn

"Quiz'nakka, but call me Qui." he says.  "I'm here for a rest." 

Four hums quietly to themself, eyes flashing violet.
"You are welcome to stay the night. My forge should be safe from monsters, after all its in my best interest to not be eaten in my sleep."
They turn back to their book.
Inventory

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Ragged Clothing(equipped)
Sharp Branch(equipped)
Waterskin(3/3 units)
Leather Pouch
Handful of Probably Edible Fruits

Stats

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Quiz'nakka
Gender: Male
Race: Serketist.
Merits: Climbing line, light step, sharp eyesight
Ability Scores: Strength(5), Endurance(3), Intelligence(2), Charisma(0), Magic(3), Resolve(2)
Magic Scores: concealing(1), reinforcing(2)
Appearance: he is an eerie black, with compound eyes and stingers
Personality: introverted, calm, calculating, ruthless, and just a little bit crazy.  loner, an outcast from society.  barely ever speaks.
Hunger: Sated
Thirst: Sated
Wounds: Healthy
Mood: On Edge

VermilionSkies' Turn

Slide to the side and attempt to hit them with the pouch once they're close enough.

_{Roll = 5}
You manage to knock one unconscious, sending it careening into the second, knocking it out too.
Inventory

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Ragged Clothing(equipped)
Waterskin(3/3 units)
Leather Pouch
Handful of Probably Edible Fruits(squished)

Stats

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Mahogany
Gender: Male
Race: Faun
Merits: Untouched, Light Step
Ability Scores: S1 E1 I4 C3 M0 R6
Magic Scores: 0 Reinforcing, 0 Revealing, 0 Warding
Appearance: Similar to an old-world human, with patches of fur on their forearms and the antler of the Fauns. Brown, unkempt hair and blue eyes.
Personality: Mahogany is weak and frail, and by necessity has learned to sculk about far more than he walks. Nonetheless, he enjoys the company of others, though he does not converse much.
Hunger: Sated
Thirst: Sated
Wounds: Small scratches on face, many cuts on back
Mood: On Edge

Fluffe9911's Turn

As he looks upon the cultists in confusion Scieths head starts pounding blood filled visions of what must be the past (or maybe the future?) rapidly consume Scieths vision most but not all of it speeding by too fast and warped to properly comprehend after a second the visions recede and Scieth is brought back to reality once more although now with a bit more clarity into the current situation.

Spoiler: The Desvendado (click to show/hide)

Scieth knows who these cultists are... while the visions went by too fast to quiet pinpoint the origin of where he got this knowledge Scieth is acutely aware of who they are and what they seek. These are cultists of the Desvendado a entity of destruction to some and rebirth to others. These cultists carry faint knowledge of the time before the Starstones and wish to reset everything back to the way things used to be willing to sacrifice everything and everyone if it means a return to this long forgotten "golden age". Unlike most people they see Unraveling as a blessing prophesizing that only a person blessed by such powers will be able to destroy or even take control of the Starstones and return things back to the ways of old. Due to this belief and the cults tendency to attract more extreme elements of society most of what is left of civilization tends to make outcasts or martyers of anyone who follows the Desvendado. As far as these cultists go though they seem to be trying to appeal to Desvendado to get the powers you have although something tells you that it does not work that way.

"What should I do?" mumbles Scieth ... but for once the voice does not respond ...Very well I shall observe them from the sidelines for now but they must not know of my predictment. I fear what they would try if they knew.

_{Roll = 5}
The cultists continue with their ritual, unheeding of your presence.
As we forge our fortunes, from salt and from sand,
We call upon the powers of what came Before,
To grant us your Gift, to serve in your Name,
To let us serve you, to stake your Claim!
With a loud crack, the pigeons disappear, leaving behind only blood that is rapidly curdling into jagged shards of crystal. The lead cultist shrugs, the ritual evidently not having been up to par, before gathering up the shards and putting them into a bag. The cultists promptly disperse into the forest.
Inventory

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Ragged Clothing(equipped)
Sharp Branch(equipped)
Waterskin(3/3 units)
Leather Pouch
Handful of Probably Edible Fruits
Lots of Chunks of Deer Meat

Stats

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Scieth
Gender: Male
Race: Stryx
Merits: Touched By The Void (3)
Ability Scores: Str (1), End (2), Int (3), Cha (0), Mag (6), Res (3)
Magic Scores: Unraveling (3), Revealing (1), Commanding (1), Reinforcing (1)

Appearance: His head is that of a blue robin and while at one point his feathers were no doubt a dazzling blue overtime for one reason or the other the vibrancy of his feathers while still being overall vibrant have dulled slightly and black spots have appeared around his feathers making him somewhat look like a pin cushion without the pins. This look is made exacerbated from how unkempt and matted his feathers are with some sticking out wildly while others are clumped up showing spots of skin underneath.

Personality: Scieth as he used to be for the most part died a long time ago like many of his kind he once styled himself a despot a noble bird who should have the authority to do what they want where they want how they want and no lesser class shall have the gall to stop him but that was in the past. Maybe he delved into something he should not have or maybe something delved into him regardless things have happened to Scieth that changed him forever driving him mad and leading to his eventual humiliation and exile from the life he once held so close. Nowadays while Scieth has been able to clear his mind somewhat and some faint traits of his old self do return to the surface during moments of extreme clarity his memory of his old self is very patchy and he overall has been humbled greatly by his experiences realizing the futility of worrying about the external when the internal is so fragile. It is now his goal to fix his mind or get rid of whatever may be destroying it as fast as possible for it is Scieths deep rooted fear that should madness claim him once more it shall not let go a second time.
Hunger: Sated
Thirst: Sated
Wounds: Healthy
Mood: M̶̡͍̟̫̃̌̅̒͝y̶̻͉̓s̸̡̱̞̃ẽ̶̠̰͈͌̓l̴͇̠̗̝̭̋͌͆f̵̯̗̬̍́̇̕

[Fluffe9911]

Scieth scoffs in anger and disapproval at the cultists Scieth thinks to himself that if he was in his glory days These trash would not leave alive quickly though these thoughts wane and Scieth is left ashamed at himself and pondering why he would ever think such a thing.

"Still away?" once more no response "Huh guess I'm getting better!" Scieth gives a sad chuckle to his own joke for he knows that is sadly not the case. Well I guess I should find a shelter of some type can't stay for long but I will need somewhere to rest my head when night approaches.