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.
InventoryRagged Clothing(equipped)
Sharp Branch(equipped)
Waterskin(3/3 units)
Leather Pouch
Handful of Probably Edible Fruits
StatsName: 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' TurnSlide to the side and attempt to hit them with the pouch once they're close enough.
Roll = 5You manage to knock one unconscious, sending it careening into the second, knocking it out too.
InventoryRagged Clothing(equipped)
Waterskin(3/3 units)
Leather Pouch
Handful of Probably Edible Fruits(squished)
StatsName: 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 TurnAs 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.
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 = 5The 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.
InventoryRagged Clothing(equipped)
Sharp Branch(equipped)
Waterskin(3/3 units)
Leather Pouch
Handful of Probably Edible Fruits
Lots of Chunks of Deer Meat
StatsName: 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