Vertigo

Expedition to Isekai

𝐃𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭

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Feeling nothing but grass and branches under his palm, the mounting ire of withdrawal eventually shook Duncan from his stupor. With a groan and much more effort than it should've taken, he opened his eyes to a mess of slanted branch and bush. Realization didn't hit him, it seeped into his blurry mind like water to a rag. So it... hadn't been a dream? Everything hurt, worse than a dozen instances of post-practice soreness and hangover combined, so probably not. He'd probably actually fought a bear.

Duncan's eyes trailed from the makeshift ceiling, still unable to focus, and he startled the second he realized he wasn't alone.

"... Babe?!" he asked once her features registered, voice rife with surprise and relief. He hadn't seen her during that entire fight, and hadn't known if that meant she was safe, or dead. Looking at her now, she almost seemed to be in pain for a moment - but then she pulled out his cigs, and Duncan forgot all about everything else. His throat burned from the need of them. He knew they'd help with the headache, too. They always did. Reflexively, Duncan reached for the box, only for her to pull it away; he sight of a lifesaver yanked from someone about to drown. Why?! Screw food and drink! Brows furrowed, he slurred: "Babe, I... need t-"

It took so long for him to form a sentence, that by the time he remembered what letter came next, he'd already gotten company. Maki. Daisuke. They joined Haruko by his side, and gradually, his mind anchored into the moment. He was poked with a foot and grabbed by the shoulders, and though every touch against sore muscles made him ache even worse, he was glad. Glad to be able to feel pain at all; glad Maki and Daisuke were alive to cause it. The last he'd seen of Maki among the chaos, she'd looked rough. And Daisuke... well, Duncan was less worried about him. No way the dude'd die before he'd beaten him at least once.

"Bro, what?" Duncan tried to laugh, but it came out a cough. Talking was already easier, though. "'Course I can chew, I'm... just tired, not like... teethless and old, or somethin'." He reached for the plate, not having realized how hungry he was before he could smell the meat. He didn't even think to question where it came from. In between laboured bites - and a glance at Haruko; look, he was eating now, okay! - he looked around as if in search for something.

"Hey... where's Yuki?" he chewed. It only hurt a little. "And, uh," he almost didn't want to ask - they did hang out in completely different circles for a reason - but he had to, weird as it might sound. "Where's Asahi?" Feeling clearer with each bite swallowed, Duncan's eyes trailed back down to his own body. By the time he saw his own torso, he remembered. "Where the fuck are my guts?!"

What he meant to ask was "what happened to them, weren't they literally hanging out of my goddamn chest," but in his current state, more-so than usual, eloquence was neither his strong suit nor his priority.

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

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Hmm. Considering all those options could be accomplished veer the Shadow Magic move, I'm going to assume 'no'.

@XxFellsingxX

Oh shit, I forgot about the Shadow Magic move. Makes sense then.

Magic hat for items it is! Will see if I go with that or the upgrade to Studying Someone, that seems like it'd be narratively cool too. Gonna settle on one before my next post at least.

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

Oh Epyllion.

And alright! Was mostly thinking in terms like... okay I don't actually have a good example thought up, but like if someone was all "I need help flying over there" would the Darkness grant temporary flight for a price? Or if someone went "I need them to leave me alone" would the Darkness hurt the drake being talked about to keep them away? Or "I need a friend" = bam the Darkness just turned someone into a friend via shadow corruption stuff!

These are not Fellwing examples, ha, just my tired 2AM brain ones.

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

Thinking of grabbing Wyrmtongue for the advancement (definitely grabbing a move regardless).

WYRMTONGUE: Return a Gem and ask the Darkness for something you need. The DM will tell you what it costs. If you pay the price, the Darkness will deliver it.

Question though, does the "something you need" and "deliver it" mean like... a physical thing, like an object, or also more abstract things?

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

𝐹𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔

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Fellwing did have to admit that at least this once, teamwork truly did help their cause. Much faster than she'd expected, the ground under them turned solid the way it had in her vision, with familiar vines looming wherever they looked. They made her feel uneasy. Who was to say they weren't going to end up entangled like the very dragons they were here to save?

"Be careful," she whispered, more out of habit than necessity. No one was going to go near the thorns on purpose, she wagered.

Just then, she heard something. Wings still glued to her sides, Fellwing craned her neck towards the sound, eyes wide from disbelief. She hadn't heard old Endora's voice in what felt like ages, but there was no mistaking it. She'd spent countless hours listening to her, and even now, in this moon-forsaken place, her voice filled the young drake with relief.

No. She quickly shook away that thought. Any relief she felt was misplaced. Endora could not be here, and as far as Fellwing was aware, the old dragon didn't have the magic to communicate from far away. Surely, if that was something the Moons - or indeed, the Darkness - could grant her, she would've told her years ago.

But then, how...? Eyes narrow, Fellwing walked a few steps past Stargaze, who'd been leading the way, and surveyed the area. Were they no longer alone? Had someone - something - spotted them? Or could it really be...

Just in case, she leaned closer to the others and asked, hesitant: "Did... did you hear that?"

ooc

Fellwing Surveys an Area, and with a 4, doesn't see shit.

Fire Emblem: Crestfallen

𝕷𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖉 𝕾𝖞𝖑𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖊

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Leon wasn't sure what sort of reaction he'd expected from the girl. Perhaps a passing, hungry look, or a glint in the corner of her eye at the thought of such a delicacy existing within reach. Leon had known hunger; he knew the spark the mere mention of food could ignite, and this girl looked, frankly, famished. Was she?

... The jury was still out on that one, but she certainly had dealt with nobles before. Leon was taken aback by her answer, smooth yet sharp, and it took him a few seconds too many to conceal it.

"First dibs?" he laughed, first genuinely nervous, then somewhat-less-genuinely amused. The way he'd been taught. "Come now, I'm not-- suggesting we eat it raw," he managed to wrinkle his nose as if the thought alone was preposterous, and gave the girl a look that bordered on pity - the kind a noble ought to give someone like her.

Someone like us.

"I was merely... making an observation, in case you'd never seen one before, and weren't in the know. Nothing mor-" He'd just found his rhythm and tone when Alphonse cut in with a dose of convenient curiosity, and made Leon scramble for a proper face to pull again. What was he even supposed to say to that, except-- "For Yhirel's sake, no one's eating it, petals or no! I wasn't--"

He was cut off again, though this time the timing couldn't have been more perfect. Yhirel bless, he could have kissed whoever it was that strode over to them - except it was the Galbian princess.

Startled by the sudden proximity of someone important enough for him to remember, Leon stepped away like she stank. His gaze trailed to what she was cooing at, and quickly realized it was the baby wyvern. His brow quirked. Really? Yeah, sure, the baby lizard was cute and all, but to go this crazy over it? Wasn't she-- wasn't she concerned about how she came across? Then again, royalty probably didn't need to be. All they had to do was be born, and the world would cater to them regardless.

Speaking of people used to being catered to - Leon raised his gaze from Sherry's antics only to startle out of his wits. A yet another soul dead-set on making him suffer had joined the fray. Leonid didn't recognize her, but she was the quintessential noble; prim, proper - insufferable. Oh, and definitely dangerous. Leon could see the glint in her eye, like a feline toying with a prey before the kill. All of a sudden, their silly little flower debate felt like a matter of life and death.

Leon decided then and there that if he didn't want someone finding out his ruse, it was definitely her.

"Well now, wasn't aware the fine folks of house Ciran had such bleeding hearts! Wish I could say the same about myself, truly, but regretfully I care more about my health than a potential insult towards a lowborn. I mean, have you any idea the amount of diseases they may carry?" Leon shook his head to accentuate his point, even as his own skin prickled from the insults. He didn't even dare look towards the blue-haired girl. She'd really gotten the short end of the stick here, huh. "The girl will live. I'm sure she's been through worse than a refused gift."

Like, you know, his whole spiel just now.

Stubbornly, and hopefully more casually than it felt, Leon held eye contact with the Ciran girl for as long as she did - only to practically heave a sigh of relief when she looked away. That was definitely his cue. "Well, I enjoyed all this floral discourse immensely, but we are holding up the tour. So if you'll excuse me--" With a quick bow, Leon whirled around on his heels, quitting their impromptu floral club before it attracted any more members.

Please, Yhirel, let the other half of the house be normal.

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

Garrock just wants some semblance of empathy at this point. He's tired, feels the group want rid of him and just wants to feel that someone in the group doesn't hate or want rid of him.

@XxFellsingxX

Oh noooo, Garrock ),:

Probably makes sense for me to go again for the other group, will do it tonight when I get a chance to write again. Also err, failed a Survey the Area roll, rip. But so, just to check, does the 4 I rolled for the mystery roll count as a miss? Cause if so, that's 5 exp and an advancement at least, so I'll pick something tonight. If not, disregard this!

𝕯𝖊𝖑𝖛𝖊 ✦ 𝔞 𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔠 𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔶 𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶

Here we go!

Wraith

Wraith
Wraith

T H E S K E L E T O N T H E S K E L E T O N _______________________________________________ "What is gone from sight should not be gone from mind. That is how fools lose their coin, and despots their life." T H E S K U L L T H E S K U L L N A M E ║ Whatever other name they once carried has been lost to time; now, he is Wraith. A G E ║ 23 - 99 982 TK G E N D E R ║ He/they R A C E ║ Halfling S U B -R A C E ║ Provincial M A G I C ║ n/a T H E S P I N E T H E S P I N E T O W N ║ Terecél R E G I O N ║ Northeast of the Nordan Lengths P O P U L A T I O N ║ ~10k C E N S U S ║ Mostly humans, though the city sees a decent and surprising mix of folks from all races, united in their desire to learn. T R A D E ║ Home to one of the largest libraries left in Goan, Terecél's greatest exports are the many scholars it produces. N A M E S A K E ║ Said to be the opening words to an ancient incantation for prosperity. ✦ ✦ ✦ P A R E N T ║ Delajah Myrthworth (mother †) P A R E N T ║ Friedehar Myrthworth (father †) O T H E R ║ T'haleus Thinebellow, a famous scholar, who once came to him with an offering. L I M B S L I M B S W E A P O N 1 ║ A serrated dagger, with runes running along the length of the blade. Those in the know call it the Essence Reaver. Wraith calls it a dagger. It's safe to assume that whenever his hands aren't in sight, they're hovering near its hilt. W E A P O N 2 ║ Shortbow, made for his size. A R M O R ║ Leather armour, hidden underneath a black, hooded cloak. T R I N K E T ║A quill, with its ink long gone and its tips torn from travel. He has never been seen writing with it. C O N T E N T S P E C K S ║ 170 pecks; more when he next sees a pocket. B A C K P A C K ║ ///✦ Spare clothes ///✦ Crowbar ///✦ Ball bearings ///✦ Tinderbox ///✦ Small mirror ///✦ Lock picking equipment ///✦ Rations ///✦ Waterskin ///✦ Vials of poison ///✦ Arrows

T H E F L E S H & M U S C L E T H E F L E S H & M U S C L E 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖗 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖗 S U B L C A S S ║ Scoundrel Rules are only ever as solid as society's ability to enforce them, and scoundrels know how to make that task difficult indeed. Abandoned by goodwill, they live on the outskirts of cities and towns, skulk through shadows unseen, and make their living through any means necessary. Quick, nimble and unpredictable, they are not afraid to employ dirty tactics if it means they get to live another day. The good ones do their deeds before anyone notices anything amiss, their heists the topic of many a bardsong. The best ones are not sung about - for to this day, no one realizes their crimes took place at all. Those who have incurred the wrath of a scoundrel better fear every drop of wine, every loose sleeve, and every splotch of darkness that marks the alleys between here and home. ▮▮▮▮▮ ║ ▮▮▮▮▮ SKILLS BLINK AND YOU'LL-- ║ The winglings were once very powerful illusionists, and while they have lost their control over magic it's instead embedded itself within them. They can blend into their surroundings without so much thought. They can be tactically invisible three times a day. Meaning they aren't entirely unseen, but they are far harder to perceive with normal means. A secret coin toss will decide this. TAKE ANOTHER STAB ║ If you mess up, you can center yourself and call upon steady hands and a clear mind to try a challenge again. Once a delve, you can reroll anything that required a coin flip. ✦ ✦ ✦ UNIVERSAL KEY ║ RANK 1 EXPERTISE ║ EXPLORATION ║ UTILITY Wraith is an expert at knowing where he isn't wanted - and going there anyway. Performs a quick feat of skill with their tools, such as picking a lock or disarming a trap. THE WEAPON OF COWARDS ║ RANK 1 EXPERTISE ║ ATTACK ║ RANGED/MELEE The only thing deadlier than a blade is a blade coated with poison - or a drink spiked with it. For three rounds, the target must flip a coin at the start of their turn, taking 1 health damage on a failure. If by the third round they've taken no damage, they instantly take 1 health damage instead. LAST LEGS ║ RANK 1 EXPERTISE ║ AID ║ SELF More than once, Wraith has been likened to a cockroach. He thinks it a compliment; they are, after all, notoriously hard to kill. For the next round, anyone targeting the user with an attack or a harmful effect must flip an extra coin to succeed. Y O U R B R A I N & N E R V E S Y O U R B R A I N & N E R V E S S T U D Y ║ ///✦ THE STREETS OF TÉRECEL ║ The only place of study Wraith ever truly attended. The streets taught him everything he is and isn't, the difference (and the overlap) between should and could, and everything there is to know about the world that doesn't want him. /// 99982 - 100003 ///✦ THE EVERGLADE INSTITUTE OF MAGIC ║ During his brief stint at the academy, Wraith wt̸̷̶̵̷̗͉̰̯͕̗̬̑̃̈́̆ͦ̒ͯ̽̋̕̚h̴̸̶̶̸̶̷̢̼͈̖͙̲̥̭̦̳̪̱̠̬̠̊̓̂̌̽̈́̀̅̑̈́̈́͗̂͆̈́͛͜͟ͅȩ̵̸̷̶̵̷̦̻̬͓̯͇͎̗̪̻̻̃̒̎͒̆̉̌̈́̎́̇͌̕͝͠y̵̵̵̵̵̶̶̵̸̡̨̩̟̦̳̖͙̦͖̣̥͍̺͕̝̠̯͍ͥ͛̽̋͊̍̑̍͒͆͋̉͗̏̓̏̕͘͜͜͠͠͠͝͠͝ͅ ̸̴̧͚͓͙̩̬̌̾̃͘̚҉̸̸̶̴͎̼̪̜̹̺̤̳͔̅̍̑͛̀͒̀̕͜d̸̷̶̵̶̸̪͕̳̱͎͕̩̺̥͇̖̰̫̦͖̭̞̭̈́̀̈́͆̒́̐̄͑̏ͩ̈́̉̔͒̕̕͘͠͝͝͝i̴̵̵̵̵̶̶̢̛̼̣͎͇͍̱̦̦͕̜̟̺̮̜͍̠̳͔͍̎͑̐̀̌̾̂̓͋̈́̔̑͑͑̂̔̐͋̋͘͝d̷̵̸̸̵̶̸̷̢̨̖̙̠̻̜̰͎͙͈̠̰͍̤̹͖͖̜͎̱̽̽̊̽̎͗̊̋̌̀̈́̔̅̀̕͜͜͝ ̵̵̶̸̴̶̢̧̪̳͇̱͍̤͉͚̆́͌͂̓͛͋̽̒̒̋͐͗̒̍̕͜͝ͅṱ̷̸̷̸̵̷̴̶̢̢̛̘̗̙̲̲͎͚̥̱̬͓͚̖̭̣̘͇̠̞̑̑̽̅ͧ̈̓́͐̇̃̇͐͐̕͘̕͜͜͝ͅḙ̷̶̴̵̴̸̸̷̷̢̡̮͓͎̯͇͖̘̱̳̦͙̺̦̪̣̼̪̦̣̇̎̈́̄̉͊̃͗̓̂̾̄̒̈́̓́̂̈̕͘͜͜͠s̷̵̵̴̸̵̴̵̷̸̨̧̛̻̟̜͚̭̩̖̦̦̪̮͕̦̹̙̭͕̬̦͖͇͖̲̲̳̥̗̰̝̳̩̒̐̅̀͛͒̈́̉̀̈͌̒̄͒̄͌͛̆͘̚͝͝ţ̷̶̵̸̶̛̬͈̰̺̼̳͉̦̱͖̜̙͛̉͗̅̑̾͂̍̽̔͗͌̆͗͊̚͘͘͟͠͝s̴̵̷̵̴̵̨̧͙̱͙̤̺̠͉͓̹͍̗͙̃̅̒͋̊̔̽̈̀̑̏̔̔̒̓̚̕ ̶̸̶̵̵͕͇̳͇̪̼͍͓͑̅̈́͛̾̊̑͂̽̓̕̚̚͝n̴̷̷̯̞͉̙̯̜͚͇̋͑̅̏̎̔͛̌͡d̵̷̸̵̴̴̵̸̴̷̸̢͖͇̙̲̯̮̖̙̬̝͙̗̦̳̜̖͎̱̙̫̲̝̼̀͋ͧ̎͊̓̌ͩ̂̎͒̓̊̒̒̈̃̽͛͑̽͌̽͑̎̄͘̚͘͝͝ͅ ̶̶̸̵̶̶̴̸̡̧̢͔̻͎͎̰͓͎͔̯̟͈̖͙͒̇ͧ̍͌̐ͦ̐́ͮ̐̏̈́̈̎͌͛̐̌͛͝͝ẗ̵̵̸̸̷̶̶̛͙̥̠̦͉͉̙͇̰͍̘͙̦̯͖̳̉͛̿̽̇̅͂̒̑̿̐̓͛͐̕͝͝͠h̸̸̶̶̶̴̢͈͍̟͎̭̫̙̻͓̘̰̱̬͒̆̅̈́̑̒̽̊͒̃͛͐̕͘̚͜͝͝e̵̵̷̸̶̲̪̟̜̼͍̘̥͕͊̄̈́̽̎̾̓̈̂̒̀͢͝y̴̵̷̵̴̵̧͎͔͓̹͔͍̪̭͚̰̔̍ͣ̈̽ͩ̇̒͛̑ ̸̵̵̴̸̸̨̧̢̢̡̲͖̯͇̭̺͔͇̖̰̱̤̤͛͐̈́ͯ̈̏͂͌̃̄͊͗̈́̇̕͠ͅd̸̶̶̴̨̛̖̲̰̗̝̥̘̗̞̳̪̥̜̄̊̅́̅̇̽͆̅̚̕̚̕ḯ̸̵̝̺͍͈̩̳̊͗̃͘͝ḍ̵̷̷̷̖̱̱̖͇̤͇̏̂̑ͮ̋̑̎̽͗͗̅̽͜͝͠͝ ̸̶̷̯̩͉̼͈̻ͤ̾͑͗̏̕̚̕̕͜͏̷̎ń̷̸̸̸̴͓̜̝͚̦̤͇̹̻̺̣̔̏̿̋́̐̉̓̈̓́̚ơ̷̸̶̸̸̷̵̴̴̡̡̨̢̧̤̮̦̰̥̬̗̥̩̥̠̜̞̝͕̱̫̑̓͑̏̌̉̎͐̿̽̽͋̔̊̀̀́̚͜͝͝ţ̷̷̵̶̴̷̴̛̯̻̣̫̪̺̹̰̟̥̜͉̰̤̰̰̘̀̊ͣ́̒͐̍ͬ̀̽̒̈́̀̍̈̀̒͘͜͟͝͠ ̴̸̸̵̙̭̮̬̙̘̺̎͂̃̈́̍̀̓̐̔̀̋͠͝s̵̸̴̵̴̸̴̸̨̧̡̧̡̡̩̰̜̯̹̦̥͕͖̫͚͙̘̲̣̼̀͗̀͐ͬ͊̓̅̍̎͌ͫ̓̈́̊͌͛͌̑́̐͘ù̵̶̵̵̷̧̢͎͎̼̦͖̺͈̺͙̝͔̩̑̋̓̉̂̍̋̓̆̅̐̿͘͜͠͝͏̷͒c̷̭̫͙̈c̷̷̸̶̝̪̙̖̝̼̙͉̤̿͊ͩ̅̽̎̍͑ȩ̴̷̷̸̵̵̷͕̟͕͈̖̦͇͇͎̟͕̝̪̰̯̖͍̠̲͐͒̽͒̐̊̓̈͌̈̉͛̂͂̍̾̃̆̔̒͆̕͘̚e̷̶̸̴̶͎̻̱͎̗͈̱̯̣̜̿͂͑͐̾́͛͊́̅̊̈͗̊d̴̶̸̸̶̶̵̡̢̧̢̖̮̯̗͇̟͙̥̮̯̥̞̰̘̱́̑ͪ͑̏͛̾̄̋̌̏͛͆̓̔̄̆͆̀̀̚̕͘͜͜ ///100003 - 100003 E X P E R I E N C E ║ ///✦ A THIEF BY ANY OTHER NAME ║ To list every moniker given to him and every job he's ever performed would be an exercise in futility, but for almost as long as he's lived, he's worked. None of it honestly. ///99987 - 100003 ///✦ SAME JOB, DIFFERENT TOWN ║ For the past few years, Wraith has travelled the world, doing much the same he always has. Except this time, he's had a purpose other than survival; a search, still ongoing. ///100003 - 100005 Y O U R S O U L & H E A R T Y O U R S O U L & H E A R T ✦ RESOURCEFUL ✦ CUNNING ✦ ADAPTABLE ✦ SELFISH ✦ P E R S O N A L I T Y ║ Having long since learnt that knowledge is power, Wraith lets slip very little of himself or his intentions. Some things, however, can be surmised easily enough. For one, Wraith is reserved, keeping to himself in every sense of the word; he abhors physical proximity as much as emotional, and is at his most comfortable (which is to say, not very) when at an arm's length away from others. What he isn't is shy; when he does decide to talk, he does so with deadpan confidence and the boldness of someone who never quite learnt how and when to stay his tongue. In a similar vein, insults from most others don't seem to bother him either, and though he can certainly display frustration, he doesn't anger easily. Curiosity is a vice Wraith has suffered from for the longest while, and try as he might, he cannot keep it completely under wraps. Some say his cowardice is another, perhaps even worse vice, though Wraith considers it his greatest asset. It's his alertness and willingness to drop whoever might slow him down that has gotten him this far - and he isn't about to stop anytime soon. If you can trust anything about this halfling, it's his determination to see the morrow. ✦ GYTEUS ✦ ✦ GYTEUS ✦ D E V O T I O N ║ Though not the most devout when it comes to matters of faith, Wraith finds no harm in welcoming divine help if any is to be distributed. He worships Gyteus come the darkest hour of the night, whispering the secrets of others into shadows, so that his own secret may stay safe. M O T I V A T I O N & I M P E T U S M O T I V A T I O N & I M P E T U S A halfling of ill-repute has little hope for honest work, less so with a branded face. Ordel'ai welcomes all desperate enough to delve within, and promises riches to those who make it out besides - and sometimes to change your life, you must first risk it. T H E T R A P P I N G S T H E T R A P P I N G S A P P E A R A N C E ║ Short and unassuming even when compared to his kin, Wraith is easy to miss in a crowd - and that is by design. Standing a few inches short of three feet, he comes across as little more than a mobile pile of tattered clothes, scurrying from shadow to shadow. Even when standing still, his posture is poor and stance wary, as if the slightest sound could spur him into a run. Cloaked in hood and a mask, few are those who have caught a glimpse of the halfling's face - but those who have, cannot say they've forgotten. A past magical injury has branded him, carving blue veins into the skin below his eyes. They ripple as if made of liquid, an occasional shimmer giving them an eerie hue. Their shade is a turquoise similar to his eyes; sharp, unnatural, unnerving. Though Wraith comes across as unarmed at a glance, no self-respecting warrior truly assumes him to be such. Halflings always carry blades, the smart ones two, and the ones that live the longest as many as they can. Wraith intends to live long. I N J U R Y ║ INJURY MAP

Expedition to Isekai

𝐃𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭

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Something reeked.

Duncan groaned, eyes opening to the flickering of a light bulb on its last legs. Recognition struck him; right, he should've replaced the damn thing ages ago. But he'd needed to spend the money on other shit, or else people would start to suspect something. Now, lying on the floor on his back, he couldn't remembered what he'd bought - or why he was home.

The room was stuffy, overlaid with a grey veil. Smoke. Not the kind that meant there was a fire, though the way teachers kept jumping on his case over a single cigarette made it seem like this smoke was even worse. Something rolled on the floor, bumping against the side of Duncan's head. Annoyed, he sat up and swiped the empty bottle from the floor. "That fucking geezer..."

He stood, and found another bottle. Then another, and another a little ways away. Somewhere along the way, he'd gotten a bag in his hand. The bottles clanged as they fell in. There was some money in them, at least; maybe he could finally replace that light bulb.

"Dad!" Duncan shouted, annoyed, voice higher than he expected. He wandered deeper into the house that seemed to grow larger with every step. His vision was dark at the edges, obscuring all the details that didn't matter - and even those that did. His father, as he appeared in the doorway, was nothing more than a dark outline. At the sight of him, Duncan stopped. He couldn't remember why he'd tried to find him so badly. Usually he avoided the old man when he smelled like this.

He took a quick step back, and with a blink, everything went black - then grey. He didn't smell the alcohol anymore, just the smoke. And this time, somewhere in the pit of his stomach, he felt fire.

-

Wherever Duncan's unconscious body lay, he stirred. His fingers moved even before his eyelids did, fumbling around as if in search for something. He had no idea how much time had passed, where he was, or with who. He'd barely realized he was still alive.

But he did know he needed a drag, and bad.

Persona: Roll the Dice (5e)

Park Junwoo

Park Junwoo

Age: 16
Ethnicity: Korean
Favorite Color: Orange

Background (Noble) / Reason for being at Bullworth: Born to a rich and powerful family, Junwoo learned three things very early on in his life: that his parents expected great things from him, that he would never be able to rise to meet such expectations, and that, since his grandmother was willing to coddle him regardless, he'd never need to try. So, for all intents and purposes, Junwoo was that rich kid growing up. The one who could get away with increasingly alarming things simply by throwing money at it. He was popular, he was perpetually bored, he was living off of someone else's hard work, and he was very unapologetic about it all.

That was, until his grandmother passed away.

So, at the mercy of his parents and on the brink of being disowned, here he is now, at Bullworth academy. His parents have long since given up on trying to fix him, but perhaps what they can't accomplish, a whole institution dedicated to whipping youth like him into shape can.

Eh, probably not, if you ask him. But since he's here, he might as well have some fun.

Background Feature: Position of Privilege | Thanks to your noble birth, people are inclined to think the best of you. You are welcome in high society, and people assume you have the right to be wherever you are. The common folk make every effort to accommodate you and avoid your displeasure, and other people of high birth treat you as a member of the same social sphere. You can secure an audience with a local noble if you need to.

Belongings: The standard things one would expect (books, bag, wallet, etc.), just notably of very expensive variety, plus an iPhone, tablet, and earplugs. He used to have weed, but got caught with it. So far, he's managed to conceal a lighter.

Persona

Andraste

Race: Human
Tarot: Tower
Appearance: Andraste manifests as a towering knight clad in black armour that obscures her features. She carries a massive sword almost as tall as she is, swinging it with alarming ease.

Level: 3
Class: Echo Knight Fighter
Equipment: A set of fine clothes, a signet ring (expensive jewelry), a scroll of pedigree, Chain Mail (-75GP), Greatsword (-50GP), Longsword (-15GP), Dungeoneer's Pack (-12GP), Shield (-10GP), Javelin x6 (-3GP), leftover: 35GP (+25GP from Background)

Stats:

Strength - 17 (+3)
Dexterity - 10 (+0)
Constitution - 15 (+2)
Intelligence - 8 (-1)
Wisdom - 8 (-1)
Charisma - 16 (+3)

Skill Proficiency: Athletics, Deception, Intimidation, Persuasion, Performance
Equipment Proficiency: Simple weapons, martial weapons, shields, all armour, dice
Languages: Common, Celestial, Draconic

Racial Abilities:

Languages^{「variant human」}You can speak, read, and write Common and one extra language of your choice (Celestial)
Ability Score Increase^{「variant human」}Two different ability scores of your choice increase by 1. (STR, CHA)
Skills^{「variant human」}You gain proficiency in one skill of your choice.
Feat^{「variant human」}You gain one Feat of your choice.

Feats:

Telepathic^{「free feat」}

• Increase your Intelligence, Wisdom, or Charisma by 1, to a maximum of 20. (CHA)
• You can speak telepathically to any creature you can see within 60 feet of you. Your telepathic utterances are in a language you know, and the creature understands you only if it knows that language. Your communication doesn't give the creature the ability to respond to you telepathically.
• You can cast the detect thoughts spell, requiring no spell slot or components, and you must finish a long rest before you can cast it this way again. Your spellcasting ability for the spell is the ability increased by this feat. If you have spell slots of 2nd level or higher, you can cast this spell with them.

Heavy Armour Master^{「variant human」}

• Increase your Strength score by 1, to a maximum of 20.
• While you are wearing heavy armor, bludgeoning, piercing, and slashing damage that you take from nonmagical attacks is reduced by 3.

Class Abilities:

Fighting Style: Great Weapon Fighting^{「lv1 fighter」}When you roll a 1 or 2 on a damage die for an attack you make with a melee weapon that you are wielding with two hands, you can reroll the die and must use the new roll, even if the new roll is a 1 or a 2. The weapon must have the two-handed or versatile property for you to gain this benefit.

Second Wind^{「lv1 fighter」}You have a limited well of stamina that you can draw on to protect yourself from harm. On your turn, you can use a bonus action to regain hit points equal to 1d10 + your fighter level. Once you use this feature, you must finish a short or long rest before you can use it again.

Action Surge^{「lv2 fighter」}Starting at 2nd level, you can push yourself beyond your normal limits for a moment. On your turn, you can take one additional action.

Once you use this feature, you must finish a short or long rest before you can use it again. Starting at 17th level, you can use it twice before a rest, but only once on the same turn.

Manifest Echo^{「lv3 fighter: echo knight」}At 3rd level, you can use a bonus action to magically manifest an echo of yourself in an unoccupied space you can see within 15 feet of you. This echo is a magical, translucent, gray image of you that lasts until it is destroyed, until you dismiss it as a bonus action, until you manifest another echo, or until you're incapacitated.

Your echo has AC 14 + your proficiency bonus, 1 hit point, and immunity to all conditions. If it has to make a saving throw, it uses your saving throw bonus for the roll. It is the same size as you, and it occupies its space. On your turn, you can mentally command the echo to move up to 30 feet in any direction (no action required). If your echo is ever more than 30 feet from you at the end of your turn, it is destroyed.

• As a bonus action, you can teleport, magically swapping places with your echo at a cost of 15 feet of your movement, regardless of the distance between the two of you.
• When you take the Attack action on your turn, any attack you make with that action can originate from your space or the echo's space. You make this choice for each attack.
• When a creature that you can see within 5 feet of your echo moves at least 5 feet away from it, you can use your reaction to make an opportunity attack against that creature as if you were in the echo's space.

Unleash Incarnation^{「lv3 fighter: echo knight」}At 3rd level, you can heighten your echo's fury. Whenever you take the Attack action, you can make one additional melee attack from the echo's position.

You can use this feature a number of times equal to your Constitution modifier (a minimum of once). You regain all expended uses when you finish a long rest.