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I think I'm Advanced+ level and could do that. But under Adv, I feel compelled to write a certain way and it makes writing feel more like a chore even if it's just in my head. Thus, I prefer Casual
30 days ago
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I think I'm Advanced+ level and could do that. But under Adv, I feel compelled to write a certain way and it makes writing feel more like a chore even if it's just in my head. Thus, I prefer Casual
30 days ago
Many people equate "Advanced" to "Big, high effort posts with lots of flowery language." It's a habitual thought I struggle to shake as an RPer with 20+ years of writing experience. It's very draining
Before we jump back into our agreed upon two-day rhythm, how did everyone feel about the relaxed pace? Was it nice? Was it too long? I know the game ground slower due to real life, but I want to see how people feel about the wait. Personally, I like 2-3 days between GM updates, but that may just be me!
Personally, always liked relaxed pacing, but like before, I still have no qualms with putting that deadline on the posts since that helps my procrastinating tail actually get to writing sometimes. xD
That said, I did just hit on some inspiration for myself in the current RP. Since the scene has already kinda been pushed onward, we don't necessarily have to RP this out, but since Saur acquired so many, he would inquire about perhaps keeping one for himself to deliver to the baker they had knocked over back in the market as an apology, even willing to spend some of his own reserved money in order to make up for the bread they kinda ruined in their rush~ We don't need to spend the time with just me RPing with the baker either ofc, just noted that it happened on the way back would be fine. Is that something that would be possible?
Is there any member of this gosh-darn party who doesn't want to ascend to godhood?!
Tanrith doesn't want to ascend to godhood! He's just here to spread the good vibes and makes sure a happy time is had by all!
I mean, if he can get as good as the Wonderbringer at making things, which is his passion, then he'll happily take it, but he doesn't want a job that comes with as much burden as "god" of anything. Too many responsibilities weighing it down
"Ah..." Shieldwing suddenly gasped, only just now seeming to catch himself. His crimson scales grew a little bit darker as he blushed slightly, raising his wings slightly in embarrassment. Gah, how could he have let himself get so worked up like a playful hatchling? He was grateful that he was around Rudrick right now, because he knew many a dragon that would have been annoyed with that kind of behavior. In fact, it actually seemed like Rudrick seemed to welcome or even enjoy his excitement, which quickly made him feel a bit better. He smiled and finally found himself pacing well beside the older drake, with rapt attention being paid as he spoke.
However, as Rudrick mentioned that his weakness seemed to be at landing, and how Garrock would usually respond...his eyes shot wide with surprise, a fresh memory immediately flooding to the front of his mind. He quickly recalled what it had been like when his clutch had flown out for their first mission. It had been a thought he'd been trying to bury. He'd been too embarrassed about his fumble and interpreted Garrock's response as frustration with him.
But...with Rudrick's new information, then a new thought had come to his mind....
He paused at Rudrick's question, though was quick to step back into place after a few moments. His head, previously craned upward to gaze up at the larger dragon now lowered toward the floor as he began to think back.
"Now that I think about it..." Shieldwing murmured. "I...dunno. I...didn't pay much attention to myself." He looked aside, blushing a bit again, clearly embarrassed to be giving such a non-answer. "I-I mean, on the trip out, I was more worried about the others and trying to support them more and make sure they were doing alright than what I was doing. And on the return trip I was-" He stopped himself abruptly at that point. Memories of his frustrations at how their mission had gone came back to him as well. "...distracted." he said flatly to finish that sentence.
"I guess my wings were a little sore maybe, but if I had any troubles with the gliding, I didn't notice. The first time I was eager to land and ended up crashing into the ground. But I learned from that crash the and landed better when we got back to the mainland. I mean...w-well, you know. I-I didn't crash that time at least."
Heheh, I did like that~ Though it's a good thing Tanrith isn't a mind reader, because "asking her dad for some kobolds" would set off a lot of alarms and raise a lot of red flags for our little lizard boi xD
But yeah, before I have him respond to her, I'm gonna wait on the next DM post to see what Sarceron and Azorigal do or say next...if Azorigal even notices or cares at this point, ofc xP
Saur was silent and still, just as his mentor had drilled into him with all of his survival training. He was more used to hunting in the caverns and forests of the Maw, but the crimson kobold knew how to fish as well...especially when he knew exactly what he was hunting for. Once he had spotted exactly what he wanted, he waited patiently for just the right moment....
Then, his moment came and he seized it quickly. His claws suddenly plunged down into the water! They lunged downward and swiftly seized the aquatic beasts by the tail, just behind the tail fins! He could immediately feel their struggle, but it was in vain at this point as he wrenched his claws above the water and held the two glimmering fish aloft! A great success, to be sure! His experience in hunting for a group was paying off well with this.
The two fish flailed about, but he wasn't finished yet. He couldn't be. Two valuable fish wasn't enough for him. Not for his current efforts. So instead, he quickly moved to place the fish with whatever storage method they were using for their catches before quickly turning back to the river. A quick glance at the sky told him that time was drawing short, and if he wanted to really put in his effort to make amends, then he needed to get back to work.
He searched the river once again. But this time, he did not simply stay upon the shore. Seizing two fish at a time wasn't good enough for him. By the time he caught his next pair, too much time would have elapsed. So instead, he elected to plunge himself directly into the water himself! Thanks to the scales he sported, he could hold his breath for long enough to actually stay submerged in the water. From here, he could use his entire body in his capture attempt. He just needed to wait for enough of them to gather around close enough for him to scoop with both of his arms together.... The scales and spines would normally sting others, but thanks to his draconic scales lying beneath his newly acquired fishy ones, he knew he was going to be just fine.
Once completely submerged, he sought out and found an excellent hiding spot a little further down the river's current. He could tell his compatriots were doing well for themselves...but this also meant that they were likely to scare other fish in this direction. Especially with Jenk going so crazy further upstream and spearing again and again. All of that commotion made this the ideal spot for catching multiple prize fish in one solid move. They would be more difficult to catch, but he was confident that if he could just remain still enough, they would not even notice his presence and swim just close enough....
In an attempt to make up for their tardiness, Saur tries to spend additional time retrieving a surplus of fish, once more hiding his presence to attempt to seize those particular prize fish for Alandri and rolls a Natural 20 for a 28!
@Digizel Are you thinking that Saur will continue his stealthy approach with a second try? If so, you can set another stealth roll with a +1 and a higher DC this time. If you want to try something new, let me know!
Yup yup, that was the intent! Sorry for not posting again, I was wondering what exactly your answer was before I rolled anything.
I'll go ahead and make my post now then before I head off~
Tanrith didn't seem to get an immediate answer from the girl beside him, but more important to him in the moment was the rumbling "AHEM" of the dragon before them. He quickly spun around and looked back at the dragon, not wanting him to think he was being disrespectful or anything! He saw the puff of some kind of strange blackish, yellow energy and his eyes widened again. Was that a hint at his breath weapon maybe? What could it be? It definitely wasn't any of the elements he was familiar with. Still, he remained just as transfixed on the dragon before him as before, eyes continuing to sparkle as the large creature began to not only speak, but directly address him! He grinned widely, more than happy to accept all of the demonstrations that he was shown. He even jumped in surprise as the gem dragon was able to "invade" his mind.
"Whoooaaa!" Tanrith exclaimed, jaw dropped for a moment. "A gem dragon.... I've never heard of that before, that's awesome...." As he spoke, he began to drift into a light tone full of awe. "I had no idea that there was a whole other kind of dragon besides chromatics and metallics! And they can do that weird head-talk thing the Chief could do.... Argh, I wish I'd thought to grab a notebook or something.... Oh! S-sorry, hold on, can you give me just one sec?"
Suddenly, an idea seemed to pop into his head and he quickly scrounged around the area, before seizing what seemed to be a simple, flat stone from amongst the shoreline, only big enough to fit in his claw. "Perfect...." he murmured. As he did this, he ran over to Zyrech and began to dig through the bag he'd left on his body before withdrawing his Thieves Tools. He was quick to then plant his rear on the grass, spin the tools in his hand, and suddenly began to bring the tools down onto the stone. As he did, the tip of his tools began to spark and give of blue lightning-like energy around its tip as he worked. And then, a moment later, he exclaimed, "Done!" and then hopped back to his feet again.
Now inscribed on the stone were a handful of words, glowing with the same blue color as the lightning-like magical essence before as though inscribed in runes: "Azorigal (Azzy?), male (currently) topaz, amphibious. Really really cool."
"There, notes taken...." he murmured, turning his attention back to the dragon at hand. "So what were you going to show-"
However, Tanrith stopped himself short as he saw what Azorigal was pointing himself at. "A-ah, actually, maybe that's not a good-" he started, raising his claw, but was too late. His jaw dropped again. But this time, it was of alarm as he watched the large dragon unleash what seemed to be a burst of some kind of magical energy that reeked of death and decay. A scent he had smelled before--or at least something remarkably similar--during his first days in Sigil. The sensation seemed to take a grip on him as he stared in disbelief as the tree was completely enveloped in this energy and seemed to nearly decimate the tree, decaying and rotting it before his very eyes. The shock caused his grip on the stone in his claw to loosen to the point where it fell to the ground at his feet. Instinctively, that claw rose to his maw, covering his muzzle as though the mere scent threatened to make him sick.
But then, something seemed to come to his mind. He suddenly started forward. He didn't completely disregard the conversation going on behind him, but his attention was no longer on the topic at hand...as he seemed more intent on approaching the tree, studying it for a moment, wondering if there was anything he could do to perhaps put it back on the path to regeneration to try to fix the damage....
Tanrith worriedly examined the tree as the group behind him began to converse. He studied it as carefully as he could, noting the various forms of rot that had begun to set in, thinking about the magic-like abilities he had at his disposal. He thought back to all of the teachings he had been given way back in the day and the things that he had since learned on his own...but none of it seemed to be coming back to assist him in the here and now.
Tanrith frowned as he fell back to his last resort. He wasn't sure it would do much to help, but at least "almost nothing" was better than nothing. He found whatever parts of the bark and such he could that had been tearing and being worn down. He pulled up his tools and began to get to work. His specialty was in tinkering with machines and devices...but maybe there were other things he could do here. He started attempting to patch the tree's physical damage up as best as he could, readying himself to sit here for an entire minute to mend up the first large break in the bark he could find, attempting to stitch it back together...though he was clearly struggling to make any kind of actual difference here.
But as his magic was beginning to become infused with the tree, he paused as he...felt something. It was brief as he worked, but occasionally he would feel it. There was some kind of dim, very faint response from something. And after a few more moments of contemplation, he understood what was happening. There was a response from his magical stimulation, but...it wasn't strong enough. He needed something...more. Even if he continued to try, he wasn't going to make a difference himself.
"Ah crap...." Tanrith murmured under his breath before letting out a defeated sigh and slowly moving to put his tools away. This was definitely beyond his capability to fix. He stepped back and looked at the damage one more time. Luckily, it was only a single tree and shouldn't be TOO big of a deal, all things considered. Even if this tree died, eventually more green would regrow in the area. But that was a long time for something this scarred to sit here.
Tanrith felt a sudden surge of guilt well up within him. He knew it wasn't really his fault, but he had been the one to egg the dragon on. Even though he had no idea a dragon could have a breath like this, it had still been his own question that led to the demonstration in the first place. And right after he'd just finished telling Sarceron that he did his best to respect nature, too....
The small lizard turned away from the tree and back toward Sarceron, starting to approach the firbolg with an apologetic look on his face. "S-sorry, I tried, but I can't do anything about it. I-I didn't mean for him to- I-I mean, I didn't think he would...th-that is, uh...s-sorry...."
Tanrith uses his Magical Tinkering feat to take very brief notes, infusing a 9-word "message" onto a nearby stone.
He then goes to inspect the tree to see if anything can be done to save it and help it along its path to regrowth, rolling a 13 on Nature, resulting in very little progress.
Hmmm... you know what, you can use Mending AND roll a Nature check. Depending on the roll I'll tell you how successful you are.
M'kay, sounds good! So do you want me to go ahead and roll it here and include the result in my post, or would you rather me roll in the post and just mention that's what he's doing and then you can reflect the result in the next DM post?
@XxFellsingxX Hmmm, so here's a question. In my post, Tanrith is going to be inspecting the withered tree to see if there's anything he could do to help it recover from that necrotic blast. Your OOC mentioning that the tree did technically survive the blast gave me a bit of inspiration~ Should I roll Nature for that, and would Mending do anything? Cure Wounds says it has to target a creature, so I doubt that will work, and Mending seems to require an actual break or tear to actually do anything, which makes plenty of sense, but I figured I'd ask for your input anyway~
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