This may have been elaborated on at some point, but how does the frenzy system work? Does the character have to take an immense amount of damage before frenzying, or is it when a character is emotionally in a "frenzy"?
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Damn, now I wish I nicknamed my character "Death Seeker"
For a while, Saria heard nothing but the echoes of her metal boots upon the uneven alien stone, the sound twisting as it passed through the air. The darkness surrounded her, enveloped her, but all she could do was walk forward. The cavern was slightly slanted down, implying that Saria was going deeper and deeper down into the city with every step she took.
Saria was suddenly overcome with a piercing headache, and she inadvertently smacked herself on the helmet as she reflexively tried to caress her aching skull. It took a while for her vision to adjust, and when it did, she was overcome with confusion. She stood inside a large, open room, exactly as tall as the doorway. Dim, greenish light filled the room, and a massive, non-euclidean structure dominated the center.
Saria couldn’t define exactly what the structure was. It seemed to change and reform itself every time she blinked, and even when she didn’t, it was not beholden to a particular shape or color. In fact, she didn’t recognize the color at all. The closer she tried to examine the structure, the more intense her headache became. She closed her eyes, trying to push the image out of her head.
When she opened her eyes once again, she saw something she hadn’t seen earlier. Someone was kneeling down in front of the eldritch structure, praying loudly. Saria came closer, within earshot. Saria recognized the person to be the strange, pale, thin, purple-haired girl she had seen earlier at the college: Rose. She scoffed at the thought of fighting this seemingly frail thing at first, but then she realized that whoever she was, she seemed to be perfectly at home in this strange, alien city. Saria could hear the girl reciting a certain phrase, but its meaning and translation was lost to her.
“Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn.” Her voice cut like a knife, and seemed to be both young and ancient at the same time. She slowly stood up, and turned towards Saria, her violet crown and clothes standing out against the room’s dullish olive-green. On her crown rested three gems, and on her chest rested one more.
Every instinct told Saria to draw her sword and attack, but she knew that the college would most likely intervene, and she would never reach her intended goal. Dieing here would not be a satisfactory end, at least for Saria, so she stayed her blade, and waited. She would have to be patient and wait for the college to cue the start of the battle.
Rose spoke first, a pretentious grin widening after every word.
“I see you have arrived. Tell me, how are you enjoying R’lyeh? It’s quite surprising, actually. A mere human such as yourself should have gone hopelessly insane after a short trek through the city.”
“I’m a bit more resilient than other people,” Saria said. Rose gave a little chuckle, like she was witness to a small child’s foolish endeavor.
“Only marginally, if at all. In the end, you humans are to me what a speck of stardust is to an entire galaxy. The only one above me is the great Cthulhu himself, you see.”
“Cth-- What? I would prefer if you spoke English, little girl.”
“And there is but one of almost infinite symptoms of an inferior species, a lack of knowledge. How many disparate means of communication do you employ? One? Two? Maybe three? I know all of them. Single-handedly, I have constructed entire empires, conceived species, and raised civilizations. And after I expunge the rest of the feeble rubbish within this epigram of a ‘competition’, I will wake Cthulhu, and will metamorphose into the harbinger of the Great Old Ones.”
Saria listened to her banter on, barely understanding about a quarter of the words the strange girl had used anyway. She simply stood there, and waited for the drone. When she couldn’t stand the girl’s spiel anymore, she decided to shut her up. With words, of course.
“I don’t care where you came from, and what this… Cthulhu is. Whether you spawned from the depths of Hell, or the cold of the sky, you will die by blood and steel.” Saria put a hand of her sword.
Saria was suddenly overcome with a piercing headache, and she inadvertently smacked herself on the helmet as she reflexively tried to caress her aching skull. It took a while for her vision to adjust, and when it did, she was overcome with confusion. She stood inside a large, open room, exactly as tall as the doorway. Dim, greenish light filled the room, and a massive, non-euclidean structure dominated the center.
Saria couldn’t define exactly what the structure was. It seemed to change and reform itself every time she blinked, and even when she didn’t, it was not beholden to a particular shape or color. In fact, she didn’t recognize the color at all. The closer she tried to examine the structure, the more intense her headache became. She closed her eyes, trying to push the image out of her head.
When she opened her eyes once again, she saw something she hadn’t seen earlier. Someone was kneeling down in front of the eldritch structure, praying loudly. Saria came closer, within earshot. Saria recognized the person to be the strange, pale, thin, purple-haired girl she had seen earlier at the college: Rose. She scoffed at the thought of fighting this seemingly frail thing at first, but then she realized that whoever she was, she seemed to be perfectly at home in this strange, alien city. Saria could hear the girl reciting a certain phrase, but its meaning and translation was lost to her.
“Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn.” Her voice cut like a knife, and seemed to be both young and ancient at the same time. She slowly stood up, and turned towards Saria, her violet crown and clothes standing out against the room’s dullish olive-green. On her crown rested three gems, and on her chest rested one more.
Every instinct told Saria to draw her sword and attack, but she knew that the college would most likely intervene, and she would never reach her intended goal. Dieing here would not be a satisfactory end, at least for Saria, so she stayed her blade, and waited. She would have to be patient and wait for the college to cue the start of the battle.
Rose spoke first, a pretentious grin widening after every word.
“I see you have arrived. Tell me, how are you enjoying R’lyeh? It’s quite surprising, actually. A mere human such as yourself should have gone hopelessly insane after a short trek through the city.”
“I’m a bit more resilient than other people,” Saria said. Rose gave a little chuckle, like she was witness to a small child’s foolish endeavor.
“Only marginally, if at all. In the end, you humans are to me what a speck of stardust is to an entire galaxy. The only one above me is the great Cthulhu himself, you see.”
“Cth-- What? I would prefer if you spoke English, little girl.”
“And there is but one of almost infinite symptoms of an inferior species, a lack of knowledge. How many disparate means of communication do you employ? One? Two? Maybe three? I know all of them. Single-handedly, I have constructed entire empires, conceived species, and raised civilizations. And after I expunge the rest of the feeble rubbish within this epigram of a ‘competition’, I will wake Cthulhu, and will metamorphose into the harbinger of the Great Old Ones.”
Saria listened to her banter on, barely understanding about a quarter of the words the strange girl had used anyway. She simply stood there, and waited for the drone. When she couldn’t stand the girl’s spiel anymore, she decided to shut her up. With words, of course.
“I don’t care where you came from, and what this… Cthulhu is. Whether you spawned from the depths of Hell, or the cold of the sky, you will die by blood and steel.” Saria put a hand of her sword.
Oh great, just great. Water.
Saria gazed towards the ocean, its vast expanse of blue reaching across, and perhaps even beyond the horizon. To most, their eyes would catch the dazzling reflections of sunlight upon water, and the beautiful horizon, glowing yellow-orange. For Saria, however, she looked past all that. She instead wondered what was under the water, what things may lurk beneath the seemingly peaceful ripples.
She wasted no more time sightseeing. She climbed into the creaking, rickety rowboat, which she swore was going to sink if she made too sudden a move. Of course, she could just stay at the shoreline, but she had the feeling that, whatever resided within that strange shape in the distance, it was infinitely more patient than she was.
She began to row, the boat separating from the shoreline. The boat groaned with every push from the oars. As she went farther and farther away from the shoreline, the ocean seemed to surround her, choke her with its infinite will. She looked around, and saw how small she was compared to the water, and whatever lurked beneath.
She looked over the rowboat, making sure to keep her balance as to not tip the whole thing over, and peered into the sea, though she couldn’t see more than only about several feet deep. This relieved her for a while, but as she prepared to re-center the boat and continue rowing, she caught something in her periphery, swimming quickly under the water. She immediately turned her head back around, searching the water for whatever she had just seen. Unfortunately, she couldn’t find who, or what caused the strange swimming silhouette. She continued rowing, her mind on edge.
The ocean was always something that troubled her. Humans were made to fight on land, not the sea. She was a good swimmer, but her armor would weigh her down quite a bit, reducing her ability to stay afloat. Also, there was the trouble of fighting while trying not to drown, and with the added risk of her helmet filling with water… she didn’t want to think about it.
She continued rowing for what seemed like an hour, and the strange shape didn’t see any closer. Occasionally, it seemed to oscillate or reinvent its shape before her very eyes. She wasn’t tired at the slightest, but she began to have some troubling thoughts.
Was this all a trick? Are they trying to make me row until I’m tired, then finish me off when I am weak? Maybe the enemy lies under the water, thrashing about? It might be right beneath me at this moment!
Saria yelled, drawing her sword and wildly swinging downwards, towards the water. To her surprise, what she hit wasn’t water, or any creature, but her blade was caught on stone. She looked up, and her heart began to thump like the drums of war.
No, there’s no way. It can't be…
Saria had, just a few moments ago, remembered seeing the strange lump in the sea, how it seemed so far away and never came closer. Now, however, it was right there in front of her, cyclopean architecture crossed over with a sort of gibbous gloom over the entire city, seeming to be the one place in the entire world that the sun had never touched. Saria wasted no more time, and jumped off of the boat, and into the relative safety of the city.
The ground in which she aimed to land at looked nearly flat, but when she landed, she felt herself slip, and lose balance, sliding backwards. She grabbed onto some handholds, preventing herself from slipping into the water. Whatever this place was, it was deceptive to the core. Once she brought herself up and reached “level” ground, she took the time to check her surroundings.
The city was… strange. That was one way of putting it. Others would say “demented”, “unholy”, “demonic”, and other words which carried a religious undertone. Saria couldn’t blame them. If this place wasn’t unholy, or a place of magic and demon worship, then the truth must be unfathomably worse.
To say the least, Saria gained a headache trying to decipher her surroundings. She assumed that her target lay in the massive, open, cavern of a door which lead to stygian nothingness, or so it seemed. The problem was trying to get there without being impaled by some unnoticed spike or tripping over an unseen ridge, falling into more uneven geometry which most likely was lethal; this place didn’t seem to be made for the likes of humans such as herself, after all.
Despite this, however, she pushed on, her stride getting more used to the uneven terrain, despite stumbling over certain architectural anomalies every now and then. Her mind was beginning to clear, to push away the initial panic she had received when she was rowing. Now, she had a direction to go. Now, she had a goal.
Saria now stood in front of the massive, subterranean doorway, which was strangely engraved with undecipherable scrawls and scribbles. There were murals, carvings of what seemed to be creatures not recognizable from any human knowledge. The largest mural, however, was the one at the very top, which depicted a squid-like monster that seemed to dominate above all others.
This is what you asked for, Saria. Don’t turn back now.
Even as this self-assuring thought flew through her head, she couldn’t free herself from an uneasy feeling that hovered over her like a cloud. She didn’t exactly like the idea of being killed by some strange creature within a strange city.
She took a deep breath, and began to walk forwards, into the eldritch abyss. Somewhere deep within, she heard a distant, alien-like roar.
Saria gazed towards the ocean, its vast expanse of blue reaching across, and perhaps even beyond the horizon. To most, their eyes would catch the dazzling reflections of sunlight upon water, and the beautiful horizon, glowing yellow-orange. For Saria, however, she looked past all that. She instead wondered what was under the water, what things may lurk beneath the seemingly peaceful ripples.
She wasted no more time sightseeing. She climbed into the creaking, rickety rowboat, which she swore was going to sink if she made too sudden a move. Of course, she could just stay at the shoreline, but she had the feeling that, whatever resided within that strange shape in the distance, it was infinitely more patient than she was.
She began to row, the boat separating from the shoreline. The boat groaned with every push from the oars. As she went farther and farther away from the shoreline, the ocean seemed to surround her, choke her with its infinite will. She looked around, and saw how small she was compared to the water, and whatever lurked beneath.
She looked over the rowboat, making sure to keep her balance as to not tip the whole thing over, and peered into the sea, though she couldn’t see more than only about several feet deep. This relieved her for a while, but as she prepared to re-center the boat and continue rowing, she caught something in her periphery, swimming quickly under the water. She immediately turned her head back around, searching the water for whatever she had just seen. Unfortunately, she couldn’t find who, or what caused the strange swimming silhouette. She continued rowing, her mind on edge.
The ocean was always something that troubled her. Humans were made to fight on land, not the sea. She was a good swimmer, but her armor would weigh her down quite a bit, reducing her ability to stay afloat. Also, there was the trouble of fighting while trying not to drown, and with the added risk of her helmet filling with water… she didn’t want to think about it.
She continued rowing for what seemed like an hour, and the strange shape didn’t see any closer. Occasionally, it seemed to oscillate or reinvent its shape before her very eyes. She wasn’t tired at the slightest, but she began to have some troubling thoughts.
Was this all a trick? Are they trying to make me row until I’m tired, then finish me off when I am weak? Maybe the enemy lies under the water, thrashing about? It might be right beneath me at this moment!
Saria yelled, drawing her sword and wildly swinging downwards, towards the water. To her surprise, what she hit wasn’t water, or any creature, but her blade was caught on stone. She looked up, and her heart began to thump like the drums of war.
No, there’s no way. It can't be…
Saria had, just a few moments ago, remembered seeing the strange lump in the sea, how it seemed so far away and never came closer. Now, however, it was right there in front of her, cyclopean architecture crossed over with a sort of gibbous gloom over the entire city, seeming to be the one place in the entire world that the sun had never touched. Saria wasted no more time, and jumped off of the boat, and into the relative safety of the city.
The ground in which she aimed to land at looked nearly flat, but when she landed, she felt herself slip, and lose balance, sliding backwards. She grabbed onto some handholds, preventing herself from slipping into the water. Whatever this place was, it was deceptive to the core. Once she brought herself up and reached “level” ground, she took the time to check her surroundings.
The city was… strange. That was one way of putting it. Others would say “demented”, “unholy”, “demonic”, and other words which carried a religious undertone. Saria couldn’t blame them. If this place wasn’t unholy, or a place of magic and demon worship, then the truth must be unfathomably worse.
To say the least, Saria gained a headache trying to decipher her surroundings. She assumed that her target lay in the massive, open, cavern of a door which lead to stygian nothingness, or so it seemed. The problem was trying to get there without being impaled by some unnoticed spike or tripping over an unseen ridge, falling into more uneven geometry which most likely was lethal; this place didn’t seem to be made for the likes of humans such as herself, after all.
Despite this, however, she pushed on, her stride getting more used to the uneven terrain, despite stumbling over certain architectural anomalies every now and then. Her mind was beginning to clear, to push away the initial panic she had received when she was rowing. Now, she had a direction to go. Now, she had a goal.
Saria now stood in front of the massive, subterranean doorway, which was strangely engraved with undecipherable scrawls and scribbles. There were murals, carvings of what seemed to be creatures not recognizable from any human knowledge. The largest mural, however, was the one at the very top, which depicted a squid-like monster that seemed to dominate above all others.
This is what you asked for, Saria. Don’t turn back now.
Even as this self-assuring thought flew through her head, she couldn’t free herself from an uneasy feeling that hovered over her like a cloud. She didn’t exactly like the idea of being killed by some strange creature within a strange city.
She took a deep breath, and began to walk forwards, into the eldritch abyss. Somewhere deep within, she heard a distant, alien-like roar.
I'm sorry, it may take me another day to post due to being completely overloaded today.
@Roughdragon1
I probably should have responded to the rose mobs question. Seeing as your near R'lyeh you could have all the sea horrors come from there, the place is infested with them after all so some of them could escort her when/if she comes out to greet you. Also you should totally ignore the commentator, give in to your curiosity and embrace the madness within the sunken city.
Bases off the short stories I've read, that's a wonderful idea!
So does Rose Cythia have mobs to fight through?
I don't know why, but I think my character will get along strangely well with the warhammer characters
This… college, as the two called it, seemed to be one of the strangest places Saria had ever laid her eyes on. As far as she knew, a college was a place of learning and study. However, this “college” was built like a castle, but still didn’t exactly seem like one.
“Follow us, please.” The man motioned towards the building. Saria did, however reluctantly. She was wary of these magic-using individuals, who seemed to carry technology that surpassed anything she had ever seen before. She saw that others, accompanied by their own pairs of guides, were making their way towards the entrance of the college.
“Oh, and I almost forgot. My name is Doctor Jace Merkenheimer. The gun-lady is Ms. Emil Jackson.” Saria realized that Ms. Jackson was still pointing that strange device at her, what Doctor Merkenheimer referred to as a “gun.”
Maybe it’s some sort of projectile device? Like a sort of hand-sized crossbow?
Her interest wandered elsewhere, however, as they finally entered the college itself. The interior of the college was, well, clean, to say the least. No rats crawled about, no piles of refuse and trash littered the floors, and there seemed to be no discernible smell. Merkenheimer was in front, leading them through what seemed like miles upon miles of twists, turns, ups, downs, and circles. It was truly disorienting. All the while, Ms. Jackson followed from behind, and Saria could almost feel the barrel of the gun brushing against her armored back. It gave her an uneasy feeling, like she was being herded as cattle was.
No matter. If this is a trap, they’re trapped in here with me, not the other way around.
Finally, after rounding another corner, they came to a peculiar door. Merkenheimer stepped aside, and motioned towards it. Saria realized that this was her cue to proceed. She pushed open the door and stepped into a massive, circular room which seemed to be the place the other participants had filed into. Each contestant stood on top of their own podium, and Saria noticed two empty ones, each next to the nearly sixteen-foot tall brute, who could barely fit onto the thing. She took her spot on one of the podiums next to him, intending to show that she wasn’t intimidated by his bulk.
Worst come to worst, I could just cut the tendons in his leg; good luck catching me then.
It seemed that all of these contestants, in some way at least, were all warriors. The first combatant who caught her attention was the knight who wielded a halberd. She’d fought and killed her fair share of knights, and for some reason, knights in general seemed to annoy her. They possessed their faux code of “honor”, which they hid behind in order to perform deplorable acts of cruelty. However, this knight seemed different somehow. He seemed… tired, exhausted, distant from such tales of heroism.
Interesting, a knight who does not behave as a knight. I wonder if he still fights like one.
The next contestant who had peaked her interest was the lady who seemed to surround herself with a permanent aura of ice and frost. Or maybe that was just her personality. What had interested Saria, however, was that this lady seemed to be the complete opposite of herself. Her flowing white clothes contrasted Saria’s black armor, and she seemed to be the cold, analytical type, which clashed with Saria’s fiery temper.
Ah, she must be quite the fighter, refusing to wear armor. Either that, or she’s just foolish.
Another contestant who had caught her attention was a strange, armored figure across the room. He looked like a knight, especially the helmet, but not quite. For one, he seemed to carry almost no melee weapons, as far as she could see. Instead, he seemed to carry larger versions of the “gun” Ms. Jackson had threatened her with earlier. Another peculiarity was that his armor was not that of a knight. It seemed to be made of some other material unknown to her. He was most certainly not from her time, and as Saria continued to look around, she wondered if any of these combatants were from her own world, and how many had heard of the Blood Devil.
She tightened her grip on the Red Blade, feeling its strange energy flow through her. It gave her a sense of power. Maybe that was the blade itself, its fabled Jogun construction working its magic on her.
An old woman had begun talking, and Saria had only picked up little tidbits of words and phrases, at least the ones that caught her attention.
“There may be dragons, demons, gods, or giants, treasure or torture, but I do know there will be fighting.”
Good, that is all I need.
She was directed to pick up a strange heart-shaped object, which was bound to a wire to act as a necklace. She cautiously picked it up, and slipped it on beneath her armor. Apparently, their souls were connected to the things, so they had better protect them. A thick mist began to fill the room, and Saria struggled to see through the dense fog, which even obscured the massive brute who still stood next to her on his podium.
Saria took a deep breath, as she usually did before an important task. Even with a raging personality such as hers, it did help to calm down and clear her head once in a while. As her visibility decreased even more, she hung onto her blade, and exhaled.
It’s time to begin.
“Follow us, please.” The man motioned towards the building. Saria did, however reluctantly. She was wary of these magic-using individuals, who seemed to carry technology that surpassed anything she had ever seen before. She saw that others, accompanied by their own pairs of guides, were making their way towards the entrance of the college.
“Oh, and I almost forgot. My name is Doctor Jace Merkenheimer. The gun-lady is Ms. Emil Jackson.” Saria realized that Ms. Jackson was still pointing that strange device at her, what Doctor Merkenheimer referred to as a “gun.”
Maybe it’s some sort of projectile device? Like a sort of hand-sized crossbow?
Her interest wandered elsewhere, however, as they finally entered the college itself. The interior of the college was, well, clean, to say the least. No rats crawled about, no piles of refuse and trash littered the floors, and there seemed to be no discernible smell. Merkenheimer was in front, leading them through what seemed like miles upon miles of twists, turns, ups, downs, and circles. It was truly disorienting. All the while, Ms. Jackson followed from behind, and Saria could almost feel the barrel of the gun brushing against her armored back. It gave her an uneasy feeling, like she was being herded as cattle was.
No matter. If this is a trap, they’re trapped in here with me, not the other way around.
Finally, after rounding another corner, they came to a peculiar door. Merkenheimer stepped aside, and motioned towards it. Saria realized that this was her cue to proceed. She pushed open the door and stepped into a massive, circular room which seemed to be the place the other participants had filed into. Each contestant stood on top of their own podium, and Saria noticed two empty ones, each next to the nearly sixteen-foot tall brute, who could barely fit onto the thing. She took her spot on one of the podiums next to him, intending to show that she wasn’t intimidated by his bulk.
Worst come to worst, I could just cut the tendons in his leg; good luck catching me then.
It seemed that all of these contestants, in some way at least, were all warriors. The first combatant who caught her attention was the knight who wielded a halberd. She’d fought and killed her fair share of knights, and for some reason, knights in general seemed to annoy her. They possessed their faux code of “honor”, which they hid behind in order to perform deplorable acts of cruelty. However, this knight seemed different somehow. He seemed… tired, exhausted, distant from such tales of heroism.
Interesting, a knight who does not behave as a knight. I wonder if he still fights like one.
The next contestant who had peaked her interest was the lady who seemed to surround herself with a permanent aura of ice and frost. Or maybe that was just her personality. What had interested Saria, however, was that this lady seemed to be the complete opposite of herself. Her flowing white clothes contrasted Saria’s black armor, and she seemed to be the cold, analytical type, which clashed with Saria’s fiery temper.
Ah, she must be quite the fighter, refusing to wear armor. Either that, or she’s just foolish.
Another contestant who had caught her attention was a strange, armored figure across the room. He looked like a knight, especially the helmet, but not quite. For one, he seemed to carry almost no melee weapons, as far as she could see. Instead, he seemed to carry larger versions of the “gun” Ms. Jackson had threatened her with earlier. Another peculiarity was that his armor was not that of a knight. It seemed to be made of some other material unknown to her. He was most certainly not from her time, and as Saria continued to look around, she wondered if any of these combatants were from her own world, and how many had heard of the Blood Devil.
She tightened her grip on the Red Blade, feeling its strange energy flow through her. It gave her a sense of power. Maybe that was the blade itself, its fabled Jogun construction working its magic on her.
An old woman had begun talking, and Saria had only picked up little tidbits of words and phrases, at least the ones that caught her attention.
“There may be dragons, demons, gods, or giants, treasure or torture, but I do know there will be fighting.”
Good, that is all I need.
She was directed to pick up a strange heart-shaped object, which was bound to a wire to act as a necklace. She cautiously picked it up, and slipped it on beneath her armor. Apparently, their souls were connected to the things, so they had better protect them. A thick mist began to fill the room, and Saria struggled to see through the dense fog, which even obscured the massive brute who still stood next to her on his podium.
Saria took a deep breath, as she usually did before an important task. Even with a raging personality such as hers, it did help to calm down and clear her head once in a while. As her visibility decreased even more, she hung onto her blade, and exhaled.
It’s time to begin.
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