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Current We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
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Round and round and round we go...

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Although I’m always interested in superhero roleplays, I’m not familiar with the SoL system. Is it difficult to pick up in less than an hour?
...considering your bow generates the arrow itself, you'd be able to knock and release 4 times depending on how many arrows you fire each time.

In that case I'll make it one Standard arrow to a knee for each of the three Undead Soldiers currently in sight.

Since we regenerate 10 points per post, and she's only looking to inconvenience the targets rather than kill them outright as well as aiming for quick firing rather than long charged shots, Arwyn will only channel 3 points of mana per shot, draining her of a total of 9 mana for this round of firing which will immediately regenerate again keeping her on 50 total MP.

Would that make her attack damage (Strength 4 x Weapon Power 3) = 12 Damage per successful attack? Or is it just Weapon Power 3 = 3 Damage per successful attack?

Once she sees how well, or how poorly, the attacks work the shadowbow will be able to tailor the strength of her shots appropriately. No need to drain herself completely with an opening barrage if only the bare minimum is needed to halt the creatures' advance.
@RyuShura If Tink is looking to make some quick money to help expediate maintenance, an old friend is currently huddled on a rooftop not far away with a stack of potentially valuable data she'd be willing to share. Scanning the public access feeds should give her the heads up on where to meet.
@Champion With a Speed of 8 compared to the Undead Soldiers’ 1, how many arrows would Arwen be allowed to fire before she’d have to fall back, or switch to melee weapons?

HP 75 MP 50 Sta Full

The shadowbow’s keen eyes (Keen Eye ability, Darkvision racial trait) picked out the details of the creatures moments before they began to screech, and in those seconds Arwen quickly assessed them based off what she could see. Their ancient pitted armour showed signs of battle both old and recent, and their rotting flesh seemed resilient to standard damage.

Unsure if a straight headshot would even stop the creatures Arwen instead lowered her aim for their legs, firing off several arrows as the monstrosities began to charge forwards. Hopefully her attacks would at least slow their advance, if not immobilise them completely. (Three Standard Arcane Arrows STR 3 Attacks, targeting the creatures' legs)

Location: The Airstrip


Making her way across the tarmac Trixie struggled a little under the weight of her luggage. She knew she had to only bring essential items with her, and a lot of her gear was still packed away in a mostly neat pile back in the maintenance area crawlspace she'd been using as her personal workshop for the last few years, but some things were just too important to leave behind.

Crouched over with a rucksack twice her size strapped to her back, several bladders filled with gas floating above her to lessen the weight enough for her to carry the thing, the tech girl staggered and teetered her way between the planes. The one she was lo0oking for had to be around here somewhere, but with all the VTOLs used by The Village to ferry supplies and personnel around the place the young woman was finding it difficult to locate the right one.

Finally as she stepped around a fuel tanker in the process of refilling an outgoing transport Trixie saw a group piling gear into the back of a plane just ahead of her. Making her way towards them as quickly as she could the girl stopped in front of the uniformed man who seemed to be running things. "Recruit Beatrix Tanner, reporting for duty Sir!" She proclaimed proudly, firing off what she thought was a snappy salute to the official looking man.

Turning towards her warily for a moment, the soldier looked Trixie up and down with am unimpressed air. Not that she noticed, her heart was still racing with excitement and she was practically bouncing with glee at the opportunity to get out there and explore the world. "That's good for you, Hun'," the guy finally responded, jerking a thumb back over his shoulder towards the Pegasus, "I'm just here to do pre-flight on the bird. Best make yourself at home before they take off without ya'."

With her head already buzzing with military jingo and visions of medals Trixie wasn't really paying attention to what the soldier was actually saying, her internal monologue filling in the blanks with impressive terms like 'LZ', 'ETD', 'FoF' and 'KP duty'. What did manage to filter through her wildly fantasising mind was that the man had given his permission for her to board the plane, and snapping off another 'smart' salute she smiled happily back at him. "Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir. A pleasure to be serving with you, Sir."

Staggering her way up the ramp Trixie let her pack fall to the deck as she quickly fell into one of the unoccupied seat, several small items slipping free of the straining bag and scattering across the floor unheeded by the girl as she smiled brightly and glanced around the cabin at her fellow passengers. A couple of the items quickly sprouted legs and began to trundle their way back towards the backpack, clawing their way up the side of it before coming to rest on top, bright optics glancing around the packed compartment just as curiously as their creator.


On the rooftop overlooking the rendezvous site Susie was beginning to get fidgety. Patrol cars were beginning to move through the streets below with increasing regularity and already she’d spotted several skimmers buzzing through the neighbourhood.

Pulling her jacket a little tighter around herself, her hand dropping to rest on the gym bag at her side, the young jacker shivered in the cold night air. The wait was taking too long and she was beginning to wonder whether her mystery buyer was even going to show up.

Her attention was piqued as she heard footsteps in the courtyard below, echoing loudly around the high walls surrounding the little private space hidden away amongst the aging architecture. Shuffling forwards anxiously she peeked over the edge of the roof, hoping to see whoever it was she was hear to meet waiting for her.

Instead all she saw were two young lovers, their hands quickly stripping off each other’s clothing just enough to get to the exciting parts hidden beneath. For a moment Susie felt happy for them, it had even a while since she’d indulged her carnal desires other than with something that ran on batteries, but as she watched them the lonely melancholy she lived so flamboyantly to avoid came rushing back.

Pushing herself back onto her ledge Susie hugged herself tightly on the cold, grimy rooftop. It was getting late, but she really didn’t have anywhere better to be, or anyone to be there with. Her chin sunk down onto her chest as she began to think a little too hard about her life, and after a few moments she felt a drop of moisture running down her cheek.

The chill of the teardrop was enough to break the young girl out of her reverie, and quickly flicking it away she pulled up her sleeve and quickly accessed the public feeds. Scanning the tides of inane chatter for a few moments she tried to pick out anything directed her way, but apart from a few random party invites and corny pick-up lines from strangers who’d seen her profile online somewhere there was nothing.


Agitated she quickly dropped a new message into the sea, hoping her customer would find her message in a bottle before she wasted too much more of her valuable time. Somewhere out there a data terminal waited, and right now Susie really needed the guidance of Eva to help her find her way.
@Ithradine Especially when you find out the 'survivor' is possessed by a demon after he sucker punches you in the gut?
@Stekkmen Join the current mission active on Discord, or just sit in the barracks picking on the other soldiers who chose not to join the op.
Then be a good one in an evil land!

Characters should always believe they're good, even when they're killing babies by drowning them in holy water.

After all, the one of the babies might have been possessed by the Devil, and we wouldn't want that free on the world.



@Bright_Ops I decided to sideline the letter for a moment, to give the other plots a chance to breathe a little first. It will get to the Brides of Daigon eventually though, and a response will be forthcoming IC shortly after that.
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