The Harbinger of Ferocity

The Twenty-Fifth Hour

@DocRock @Dusksong

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Chapter I

"With cold rationale, you decide to break your pitiful camp and gather up what few objects you can carry. First and foremost is your treasured text, which you cannot help but give a halfhearted smile to, knowing that you will not be without something to preoccupy your wandering thoughts from that which unnerves you. Slipped in to the sack, you include the now dried yet still so faintly damp clothes you found and the small lockbox. Seeing as there is nothing else you can carry on your back and averting your eyes briefly from the sea as you consider your flight, you notice something upon the sand where you had rested the goods."

"It seems in the night you had missed it in your rifling through the goods but you discover a silver necklace, upon which hangs an unadorned silver ring. In the dim hours of the morning sun, the fires of the night before lost forever, it glints softly up at you with its reflection and almost asks to be brought along. Perhaps the sentimental situation of realizing you might well be doomed on this island, if not at sea, brought this to mind or it might well be that it has greater importance than you can recall. It might well even be yours but there is absolutely no knowing in this moment as you kneel beside it."

The Twenty-Fifth Hour

The works of Lovecraft certainly are an influence on this project, that much is aptly noted, @DocRock. I do quite like the unsettling edge they provide even if one ignores the mythos or checks into the more obscure projects penned by the man.

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

Fortunately I am no longer plagued by dust and so this once common issue of it bothering my devices is at last over. Despite this, even years later, I do find sand in unexpected places within some equipment. It simply will never leave at this point I am convinced.

Post a random fact about yourself.

In the entirety of my life, I have never watched a single series from start to finish. This I believe relates to my issue bonding with and investing in varied media. As a consequence of this trope I display, the vast majority of references to popular culture are lost on me. I might know what they are but their importance and relevance is fairly alien. Stranger yet, I long for the eventual reality I might come to know and enjoy one, even if I haven't a strong reason beyond "I wish to enjoy content that is particular to me."

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

Perhaps a bit too exotic for their own good. Despite having spent years in the dark, I cannot say I once required a glowing keyboard to be more than proficient.

The Twenty-Fifth Hour

No need to fret, all is well, or is it? Of course we will see with time.

The Twenty-Fifth Hour

@Pyromaniacwolf

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Chapter I

"Having decided, for better or worse one cannot be so certain, not to plumb the dark depths you instead awaken with your mind lingering on questions. With your focus intent upon pertinent questions, you search for answers fruitlessly by grasping at phantom tangents in your mind. The first being what brought you to the shore was, certainly, the caress of the sea but what had become of your ship you do not recall, or do you? From over the railing you do recall your fall into the dark waters, christened by the night. But was it accident or intentional? All you can conjure within the mind's eye is the slow fall you began until the ocean sucked you under, how the sky turned bright and furious rather than its gem encrusted midnight tapestry."

"Stranger still, when you think of where you came from, you are haunted by the ghostly thought that something terribly, truly horrible brought your vessel to the waters that claimed it. Like some monster which you cannot look directly upon lest you give in and die of fright, a shroud conceals both it and you, one from the other. Although now, in your heart of hearts as you reach to touch the pale text by your side, you feel the overwhelming presence of terror quelled. This is indeed the real world and the haunting memory of what put you aboard that doomed vessel disappears, just as the concern for why you are here. If anything, it seems fate deemed it, oddly enough - as if some sort of master plan."

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

That it would, some are better than none, @Hekazu.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

In punishment for their neglect, the hail of blows leveled down upon an all too familiar physique, the huntsman had swept in with his great blade in hand. The reaping strike, like another sweep of a scythe through golden grain, came against that thing leftmost; the first kobold unfortunate enough to be skirting the edge of the old, salted magician in his alternate form. Brannor dared not pause to observe just how presumably dead the creature was, the tension on the blade from the strike easing at the end of the swing, rather the ferocious man focused in upon the counterbalance. One of the two dagger-bearers was now either dead or presumably horrendously wounded from a mortal blow and that would come to free the fellow beast of prey upon from the tide of attacks leveled against them.

Shifting stance again, adjusting the heft of the two-handed sword, the wilder sneered. They would cull these things just as they did the last, then put to death the scaled hounds. But that was not what made him grimace so, rather it was the empathy shared with this particular incarnation of Torus. It was all too eerily familiar and in the wake of the bloody wounds, it brought to mind the aspiring paladin's own sufferings in similar shapes against these things, these monsters. For all of what made him up as somewhere between the two worlds, the day of mortals and the night of beasts, this parallel could not be ignored. So as a result, the man's hungering eyes flicked to the next target.

There and then he moved among the stone slinging prey with the same viciousness of a ravenous cat inside a hen house, and set to claw, tear, and rip asunder anything of these creatures that was within his reach.

Effects

Brannor will move to strike the dagger wielding kobold to the left of Torus, attacking with a 21 to hit and dealing 12 slashing damage on the presumed success. He will then move the remaining distance he can to get as close to and among the sling-bearing kobolds as he can manage, attempting to position himself within reach of at least two. If any enemy provokes an attack of opportunity from him, he will take the first opportunity to strike.

@Hekazu@Ryonara@Zverda@Lucius Cypher@Norschtalen

The Twenty-Fifth Hour

There is time yet and so the window of opportunity will not close for now.