Vertigo

Planescape: Search for Tir na Og

'Tis next on my list!

P2e - Threshold of Knowledge

Finally managed to read up on what's been going on and post! Here's hoping I didn't trigger a fireball trap or something first thing after coming back.

P2e - Threshold of Knowledge

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Well now, it seemed their eventful morning was far from over. From catching repulsive fish to pacifying even more repulsive bugs to what appeared to be a manhunt and a rescue mission both, they sure had their hands full. Still, as they left Teacher Ot's office behind to follow the watery trail, Elaeshor couldn't say he minded this new turn of events. He was quite interested indeed to see what it was the assailant's had wanted with Ot. The man himself, or something of value he possessed? An artifact, magic, or simply knowledge? Perhaps he could find a way to benefit from whatever it was, were they to find it.

But first, they had to find it.

The watery footsteps, suspiciously easy to follow, eventually led them to a gaudy door and a reflective clock that accompanied it, its numbers corresponding with the position of the various symbols. Fleur confirmed as much, magic apparently telling her the two were indeed connected.

Before Elaeshor could take a step to investigate further, his little companions went ahead and started pushing the symbols. He watched as they lit up a symbol for each of the clock's hands, lighting up gems, with Fleur encouraging them. On the right track, she'd said, yet something appeared to still be missing?

The kitsune took another gander at the clock. They'd matched the hands, yet... his eyes trailed to the map. They needed something more. The only thing that still corresponded to anything on the clock face, apart from the mundane numbers, was— another face. The one in the middle of the door, where the map was on the clock.

"Excuse me, if I may," he mused as he strode forward, reaching out a hand to try and press a finger on the portrait in the middle, hoping he was indeed correct and not about to be zapped by whatever magical defense this thing held. Otherwise, this might end up being the second worst moment of today, right after the whole fishing ordeal.

Symphony on High

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20 | Female | Maverick Alternative | So(ME)thing On Your Mind
Kiss & Make Up | Handgun | Physical | We Are But Dust and Shadow
Hellspawn | Streetside Devil
Friends on the Other Side | Shadow | Abyssus Abyssum Invocat
[Obfuscate, Intangible] Damage X (6), Restrain (4), Blink (4), Minor Heal (2), Summon (2), Enhance (2), Powerful (0), Homing (2), Avoid (2), AoE (2), Bend (0), Construction (4)

[Silver Self][Intangible] = -48
[Gold Projectile][Damage X] = -144

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: E | 1000

PHYSICAL: D | ARCANE: D | CHAOS: E | 558

A lot happened in a matter of seconds, and for once, Ciri found no time for sarcastic quips, mental or otherwise. From the moment she straightened in her new position, disoriented and pissed off at the loss of another summon but so far fine, all her focus was on her new surroundings. Shit. Shit, this was pretty bad.

As she saw the flames descending from the sky, for a split second, Ciri's heart jumped, and her thoughts went to avoiding it — but then she remembered the crazy bitch was too close for comfort, blades in hand. She knew what was coming, and wasn't willing to try her luck at close combat. So, no, if she avoided this, she'd lose the element of—

She'd yet to make up her mind, when the nova was already upon her, and the decision was made for her. A scream tore from Ciri's throat as fire engulfed her once more, and she slipped out of her coat in a reflexive attempt to put it out. She knew her Esper form would heal with no burn scars left behind or whatever but that didn't mean it didn't hurt like a bitch. In her mind, in a place removed from the pain, she could feel It was here somewhere, as usual, despite their differences earlier. If It wanted to help, now was a damn good time. Soon it might've been too late.

She was vaguely aware that something was going on with the train underneath her, and of the other train passing by, bringing with it what felt like a soothing, healing breeze — but Ciri had no time for second glances, because the redhead was coming straight at her. Figured. Teeth gritted, Ciri counted down. She'd taken the fire, so this bitch likely didn't expect her to have a way out up her sleeve. Three, two, one, and—

Just as the blades would've made contact, Ciri became intangible, pushing forward a single step to take her further through her enemy in the brief window of intangibility she had. And, as her assailant passed through her, Ciri whipped around upon rematerializing, shoved her palm forward, and fired straight at the back of Regina's head, point blank.

Payback. She fucking hoped it hurt more than literal fire.

P2e - Threshold of Knowledge

@digizel @patientbean @clanjos @rush99999 @vertigo

Hullo again! Just taking a quick pulse check! I've seen a few of you log in recently, but the puzzle is dragging on a bit, so I thought I'd ask: are people interested in just moving on?

Yay or nay won't hurt my feelings. Happy to keep things moving. If I don't hear back by tomorrow I'll short the puzzle and we'll get moving again.

@wanderingwolf

Meant to catch up earlier this week, but my writing got interrupted and had some IRL stuff to catch up on first - should be all done after today though, so posting tomorrow most likely!

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

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Dawrie. Frustratingly enough, Fellwing had to admit the name didn't ring a bell. She had no idea who this dragon was, whether she'd truly been a friend of the trolls, nor what had become of her since her return. Did she become the new leader of Rothscar? Or merely make an enemy of whoever did?

"Hm? Oh, me?" Fellwing startled back to reality. "Yes, I-- I'm fine, I think. I had a run-in with some potent magic, and it must've..."

It all came back to her at once, like remembering a dream she'd been on the verge of forgetting forever. "The mines! And the old fool, oh, how long have I...?"

She looked towards the mines, hesitated, then shook her head. What she'd been doing wasn't... that urgent, really. Whatever Skobeloff had planned might've been devious, but not harmful to anyone involved, that much she trusted. He wasn't that kind of a dragon — he had standards. And for better or for worse, she'd dispelled some kind of ancient and potentially troublesome magic on the mines now, so... the others would be alright inside without her having to poke her snout into someone else's family dram further than this, surely?

"The Capitol, yes? That's where you wanted to go." Fellwing turned back to Runa and smiled. "Come then, I'll lead the way. We will try find your brother and friends on the way."

Shadows Over Alaska - Werewolf: The Apocalypse

Could you feel nostalgic over something you hadn't even left behind yet? That you would never truly part with?

Tonight, Snapjaw sure fucking thought so. With the buzz of the Sept far behind him, he closed his eyes, turned skyward, and breathed in.

The wind, wild and free like the mountains and forests it blew through, the vast open sky above, the scents, the sounds... wherever he ventured here, he could feel Gaia's presence, Her heart beating in tandem with his own. While the training at the Sept had been grueling, it had also allowed him to return to the wilderness, if only for a few months. What a welcome break it had been from his mission in the city.

After the Rite, that's where he would once more spend his foreseeable future. Watching. Learning. Adapting to homid ways, because the best way to fight an enemy you did not understand, was to blend in until you did. What he was doing was important work, something the rest of his pack of wolves could've never fathomed they'd be able to do. But for it, he'd need to leave all this behind once more. Far from nature and removed from Gaia, his heart would need to beat alone.

And truth be told? He was fucking pissed about it.

The lupine-born wanted to sink his fangs into something, to feel anything, bark or bone, giving in under the pressure of his jaws. To splinter. Snap. Break. But in his current form, all he would manage to break were his teeth — or worse, his jaw.

That's how weak homids were. That's how weak he felt, wearing the skin of one now, practice for what was to come soon. He should just change back. He had time to get used to this skin again after — for tonight, to pass the trials that be and finally be recognized as something more than a rowdy cub, he had to be in peak condition.

And then he could bite something, too.

A few moments later, a large, brownish wolf emerged from the woods and arrived back at the Sept, guided there by the smell of smoke, food, home, and — unless they all screwed up tonight — his pack.

Symphony on High

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20 | Female | Maverick Alternative | So(ME)thing On Your Mind
Kiss & Make Up | Handgun | Physical | We Are But Dust and Shadow
Hellspawn | Streetside Devil
Friends on the Other Side | Shadow | Abyssus Abyssum Invocat
[Obfuscate, Intangible] Damage X (6), Restrain (4), Blink (4), Minor Heal (2), Summon (2), Enhance (2), Powerful (0), Homing (2), Avoid (2), AoE (2), Bend (0), Construction (4)

[Silver Spawn][Construction] = -96

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: E | 1000

PHYSICAL: D | ARCANE: D | CHAOS: E | 750

Well, someone took 'no smoke without fire' a little too literally. The weird redhead from earlier emerged from the smoke, lobbed a burning rock at her — the spider stepped aside easily enough to avoid that one — and then proceeded to set every-fucking-thing around on fire.

Ciri cursed at the heat, furiously patting herself wherever she could reach out of reflex to try and put the flames out, her spider writhing and making distressed sounds all the while. Goddamnit, how could it even catch fire? It was made out of shadows! Whatever, magic didn't really have to follow logic.

Unlike the sidekick nuns who did follow their pyromaniac leader, she noted, as the three charged towards her. Thankfully, Ciri was still some distance away, thanks to her spider's earlier leap. Being able to jump thirty times your body length wasn't all that impressive when you were a tiny-ass spider, but it was a considerable distance for a creature the size of her mount. And there was a lot of train left to flee on. She was not a close-range fighter, and didn't intend to become one today.

Ciri pulled out her guns, firing at the fire chick just as she heard more gunshots from somewhere farther away. Goldielocks finally saw fit to make her appearance, apparently. Great, she could take the heat in her stead. Pun kinda intended.

"Shit, chill, I don't even know who the fuck you are!" Ciri shouted at the approaching trio, erecting a wall of darkness between herself and them, spanning the width of the train. She knew it wasn't like they couldn't break through, but it would buy her and the other two some time, as her spider took a massive leap backwards still.

If they wanted to keep chasing her, they'd need to do so through a hail of bullets from her and Goldie, with whatever Blue had cooking up in the back. Worth? She doubted it. As long as her spider didn't burn to a crisp in the meantime. Next order of business, make another mount.

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

Recovering from the holidays and slowly trying to catch up... so, on that note--

Would the name Dawrie ring a bell for Fellwing?

P2e - Threshold of Knowledge

Pretty sick rn, so feel free to skip over me and move ahead, I'll catch up.