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You starting a spinoff game or something?
@KoL
Glad to hear that, I'll see if I can come up with a character before then. In the meantime I'll just watch so I can just slip in when you guys are done.
And please don't mind my peanut gallery shouting too much.
Glad to hear that, I'll see if I can come up with a character before then. In the meantime I'll just watch so I can just slip in when you guys are done.
And please don't mind my peanut gallery shouting too much.
@CoyoteLovely@LPRKN@Lmpkio@t2wave@LokiLeo789@Hekazu@JaceBeleren@Corporal Lance
Fionn really didn't want to just let a demon go but he already had a job to do. A job that delaying would only get more people killed. For now all he could do was send a message to the local Senior Elder and continue on. Luckily for him an easy out of the conversation came in the form of a certain halfling thief's knock.
"Sorry to cut this short but I have to get going. I hope your expedition goes well."
So saying, he left.
Gathering up all the necessary supplies and collecting all the new party members had taken longer than Fionn had wanted. That combined with the half day journy needed to reach the ruins had meant that the group had arrived just as the sun was falling. And you never faced the undead at night if you could help it.
So they had camped a couple hundred yards into the forest and set a heavy watch. Luckily none of the local zombies had wandered into the area.
It was about an hour past sunrise now. The morning dew was still on the ground, although no birds sang in the trees. The entire area was unnaturally quite.
Fionn looked over his crew. Much larger now than when he had originally set out on this mission. A pleasant and extremely helpful surprise. They all stood with him at the edge of the cleared forest, roughly a bowshot distant from the surprisingly intact ruins.
The dwarven engineering of the place showed. Clean lines and sharp corners abounded, the geometric aesthetic favored by dwarves the world over still clearly visible after all this time.
The place had an eerie quality to it though. It had been one of the far outposts of the Rzalian Empire five hundred years before. A small military stronghold for what was thought to be a low risk border. The massive holes in the walls and destroyed buildings told what a false assumption that had been.
Anything wooden or decomposable had long since done so, leaving gaping holes where rooves once stood. Glowing red lines pulsed through grooves in the architecture. Seemingly absorbing the surrounding light and casting the place in a perpetual twilight.
Every now and then bands of undead couple be seen through the holes in the outer wall. Their eyes glowing in the darkness and what little light there was glinted off of old armor and weapons.
"It's worse than I thought." Fionn said to the Kindred next to him. The core of people he knew he could count on. "What do you all think?"
Wesville-We're Going on an Adventure
Fionn Harken
Fionn really didn't want to just let a demon go but he already had a job to do. A job that delaying would only get more people killed. For now all he could do was send a message to the local Senior Elder and continue on. Luckily for him an easy out of the conversation came in the form of a certain halfling thief's knock.
"Sorry to cut this short but I have to get going. I hope your expedition goes well."
So saying, he left.
Rzalian Outpost Ruins- We're Going on an Adventure
Fionn Harken
Gathering up all the necessary supplies and collecting all the new party members had taken longer than Fionn had wanted. That combined with the half day journy needed to reach the ruins had meant that the group had arrived just as the sun was falling. And you never faced the undead at night if you could help it.
So they had camped a couple hundred yards into the forest and set a heavy watch. Luckily none of the local zombies had wandered into the area.
It was about an hour past sunrise now. The morning dew was still on the ground, although no birds sang in the trees. The entire area was unnaturally quite.
Fionn looked over his crew. Much larger now than when he had originally set out on this mission. A pleasant and extremely helpful surprise. They all stood with him at the edge of the cleared forest, roughly a bowshot distant from the surprisingly intact ruins.
The dwarven engineering of the place showed. Clean lines and sharp corners abounded, the geometric aesthetic favored by dwarves the world over still clearly visible after all this time.
The place had an eerie quality to it though. It had been one of the far outposts of the Rzalian Empire five hundred years before. A small military stronghold for what was thought to be a low risk border. The massive holes in the walls and destroyed buildings told what a false assumption that had been.
Anything wooden or decomposable had long since done so, leaving gaping holes where rooves once stood. Glowing red lines pulsed through grooves in the architecture. Seemingly absorbing the surrounding light and casting the place in a perpetual twilight.
Every now and then bands of undead couple be seen through the holes in the outer wall. Their eyes glowing in the darkness and what little light there was glinted off of old armor and weapons.
"It's worse than I thought." Fionn said to the Kindred next to him. The core of people he knew he could count on. "What do you all think?"
Well this looks super fun. Unfortunately the last couple pages tell me that there isn't really a place that a new person could jump and have it make sense.
After a certain number of mentions the site just decides you are messing with it and doesn't send any notifications.
@Crimmy@Ayazi@LokiLeo789@Plank Sinatra
Jericho was doing his grump thing again. A distinct desire to remove the catgirl floating above them in his eyes. Despite how amusing Beryl herself found the display she did have to admit that their classmate was being a bit silly.
And silliness wasn't something that the young hunter next to her had a very high opinion of. It was time to step in before he could get any more agitated.
"It is certainly impressive for a cute little girl like yourself. Unfortunately," She said, rising to her feet and pulling Jericho up with her. "My friend and I were about to go get his armory project. The teacher is taking too long for our original plan to work."
"You may want to return to your seat before he gets back." The otter Faunus called over her shoulder as they left. " The Professor may be a casual one but I doubt he would appreciate students flying around the classroom."
And then she was gone, Jericho easily keeping up with the fast jog she had broken into.
They crossed the campus quickly. It may have been big but the part they were heading for was nearby. It took them a minute to pass the pool building, Beryl giving it a brief look of longing as they passed by, and another minute to reach the student vehicle garage.
That it was a big building went without saying. It had to be to hold the many and varied vehicles the students of Beacon owned. Gratia's confiscated Didoci SUV was in there somewhere as well as the Altesian student's bike.
Bounding up to the door Beryl pulled it open and politely held it for her companion.
Beacon Academy-Armory Class-Beryl Harken
Jericho was doing his grump thing again. A distinct desire to remove the catgirl floating above them in his eyes. Despite how amusing Beryl herself found the display she did have to admit that their classmate was being a bit silly.
And silliness wasn't something that the young hunter next to her had a very high opinion of. It was time to step in before he could get any more agitated.
"It is certainly impressive for a cute little girl like yourself. Unfortunately," She said, rising to her feet and pulling Jericho up with her. "My friend and I were about to go get his armory project. The teacher is taking too long for our original plan to work."
"You may want to return to your seat before he gets back." The otter Faunus called over her shoulder as they left. " The Professor may be a casual one but I doubt he would appreciate students flying around the classroom."
And then she was gone, Jericho easily keeping up with the fast jog she had broken into.
They crossed the campus quickly. It may have been big but the part they were heading for was nearby. It took them a minute to pass the pool building, Beryl giving it a brief look of longing as they passed by, and another minute to reach the student vehicle garage.
That it was a big building went without saying. It had to be to hold the many and varied vehicles the students of Beacon owned. Gratia's confiscated Didoci SUV was in there somewhere as well as the Altesian student's bike.
Bounding up to the door Beryl pulled it open and politely held it for her companion.
You want your players to be challenged and have fun, not make their characters lose limbs and lives.
@Crimmy@Ayazi@LokiLeo789@Plank Sinatra
Beryl's eyes flicked towards the glow in Jericho's hair, her gaze automatically drawn to the sudden change in color and brightness. It was an unusual feature. One that intrigued her and that the young man seemingly had no intention of explaining. Of course Luke also had his hair...thing, so she supposed a few glowing strands weren't all that out there.
"The teacher here is pretty casual so I don't think he will have any problems with that." She said as her eyes returned to her classmate's face. "I've never been to the garage myself, don't have a vehicle to store there. But from what I remember its somewhere on the other side of the pool building."
It wasn't called that of course. There were a variety of fitness and exercise facilities also held within the building. To the young Faunus though, it was the pool building. Ever since she had figured out where it was her entire mental map of the campus had formed with the location of the small body of water at its center.
She idly wondered if they would have time for a quick dip. Her bathing suit was in her bag, as always. Jericho looked fit enough to be fun playing with in the water. She had seen him in splashing around with Luke back on the cruise but hadn't been able to join in herself. She hadn't been entirely sure she wouldn't send them both over the side of the boat by accident.
The building's walls are made of reinforced concrete, right?
Beacon Academy-Armory Class-Beryl Harken
Beryl's eyes flicked towards the glow in Jericho's hair, her gaze automatically drawn to the sudden change in color and brightness. It was an unusual feature. One that intrigued her and that the young man seemingly had no intention of explaining. Of course Luke also had his hair...thing, so she supposed a few glowing strands weren't all that out there.
"The teacher here is pretty casual so I don't think he will have any problems with that." She said as her eyes returned to her classmate's face. "I've never been to the garage myself, don't have a vehicle to store there. But from what I remember its somewhere on the other side of the pool building."
It wasn't called that of course. There were a variety of fitness and exercise facilities also held within the building. To the young Faunus though, it was the pool building. Ever since she had figured out where it was her entire mental map of the campus had formed with the location of the small body of water at its center.
She idly wondered if they would have time for a quick dip. Her bathing suit was in her bag, as always. Jericho looked fit enough to be fun playing with in the water. She had seen him in splashing around with Luke back on the cruise but hadn't been able to join in herself. She hadn't been entirely sure she wouldn't send them both over the side of the boat by accident.
The building's walls are made of reinforced concrete, right?
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