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1005984 No. 1005984 ID: f57349

More specifically, an island of stability in the southeastern Wyld, where the edge of the map frays into chaotic liminal space between the cosmological poles of Heat and Life.

The air is so humid and warm, recovering after a hard workout is like trying to breathe chewing gum. Almost anything solid is either poisonous, actively being eaten by some sort of insect or fungus, or both - including your own clothes and skin.

There's a site of great geomantic power nearby, focal point maybe a few hundred yards underground. Up this close even mortals would be able to feel it. Probably worth checking out even if it's not the main reason you came. Tricky part is how to get down there, and dealing with whichever heroes or spirits have already laid claim.

Who are you? What's the plan?
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No. 1005989 ID: 45cf7b

A heaving pile of robes writhing with the multitude of bugs crawling their way into the multiple layers in what was probably extremely ill suited to the extremely hot and humid area, and more suited to relatively temperate farmlands.

It was here that the bundle of cloth just kind of sat down, glad to be out of the miasma of the Wyld, even if she felt like she was wearing a wet burning mattress and felt the horrible sensation of dozens of insect bites from more determined bugs than she was used to, and mold already starting to grow on the soaked clothes.

No. 1006000 ID: 094652

A strange one-armed clay golem who constantly swears and gripes while wielding serrated spoons.

No of course not, that's just the decoy.
Anastalislaus (Ana or Stallion is fine) hides in the shadows, covered in layers upon layers of rags and cheap guard armor. Little is known about them for now, but they have some human blood... apparently... was that a blood vein? And they're quite antisocial.

The plan is to collect local resources, build a team of expendable golems, and march them straight into victory by attrition. It's worked so far.
No. 1006016 ID: f75b75

A simple brown cloak draped from her shoulders, a dark-skinned witch whose thorny armor covered only her limbs.

The insects ignored her entirely, in favor of the walking tree beside her. The figure creaked and groaned, idly rustling bugs off, as fungi grew upon its bark.

The witch clicked her tongue against her teeth, her eyes tracking the lines, as they disappeared into the earth. "Damn... they descend here... but I'm not seeing any way down except by digging."

"The pact does not extend that far... little one..." The walking tree stated in its ponderously slow voice. The witch waved his statement off, before doffing the hood of her cloak, revealing long, pointed ears.

"I called you to draw the local wildlife off my back, and nothing else. I'm not dumb enough to renegotiate here and now." She sighed, scratching at hair as pallid as white jade, and started racking her brain for solutions to the problem at hand. Sorel Dhiunere, after all, dedicated her life to the study of Dragon Veins.
No. 1006029 ID: f57349

Please include a link to your character sheet.
And a roll for your initial action, by typing dice 60d10 in the Email field.
>racking her brain for solutions
Casting the spell Dragon of Smoke and Flame, set to seek out "a path downward" or something along those lines, might work. However, since the spell itself has no real capacity for creative thought, whenever directing it toward a place where you haven't been before it's important to carefully consider how narrowly you're defining appropriate destinations: too specific and it might fail to find anything, too broad and you could end up following the tracking-serpent to somewhere which technically meets the criteria, but only in some overly-literal way which is functionally useless to you.
No. 1006038 ID: 23ec59

rolled 3, 9, 2, 8, 10, 8, 5, 10, 1, 1, 9, 6, 4, 10, 5, 10, 9, 10, 2, 2, 2, 6, 9, 2, 4, 10, 4, 4, 4, 2, 7, 2, 1, 1, 2, 4, 2, 9, 2, 4, 4, 2, 3, 8, 3, 6, 8, 6, 4, 10, 2, 9, 6, 7, 8, 1, 5, 10, 8, 5, 1, 2, 4, 10, 4, 8, 5, 10, 5, 3, 9, 10, 3, 3, 10, 3, 10, 5, 1, 1 = 427

As more people made their presence in the relative area, the mass of robes turned her head to the noise.

"Hello?" Is someone there?" She would ask in River Tongue, standing up and heading in the direction of the source, not paying the one armed golem much mind at all.

"I think that this is probably a really dangerous place, so do you need help finding a way back?"
No. 1006040 ID: f75b75


(My apologies.)

Just as the idea to utilize the spell for Dragon of Smoke and Flame struck upon her, Sorel heard a voice calling out, in an unknown tongue. She clicked her tongue against her teeth once more, and pulled out some ritual tools. She'd be summoning a translator first, it seemed.

"Why can't they just speak Forest-Tongue, damnit?" She grumbles, before sitting seiza upon the soil, and taking a deep breath. She then switches to speaking Old Realm- the tongue of spirits. "O' noble souls of the ancient forest, I beseech thee for one who has the gift of speech, for a stranger has come before me, speaking a tongue I know not..."
No. 1006045 ID: 5f759e

The pile of Cloaks looked down before letting out a sigh, and in her mother's tongue cursed the situation of having to break out Old Realm, though sounding far less serine and far more brutalist, and as though it came from Hell itself.

"No, you don't need to worry about that, as long as you aren't going to attack me for sounding like... This. But I was offering help trying to find your way back, since I think this is supposed to be a dangerous place, especially since it feels a lot like one of the homes of the ancient predators that stalked Creation. Or maybe the kind of place where lost things wind up? I'm Ana, by the way." She shifted around and offered a gloved right hand, covered in various beetles and other venomous insects tearing holes in the fabric to reveal skin underneath with some kind of red tattoo or scar that seems to be talking about pain in Old Realm without any other context.

"Also, is that a real spirit? Is it an Elemental or a god?"
No. 1006046 ID: 5f759e

rolled 10, 1, 5, 3, 7, 9, 7, 1, 7, 4, 8, 8, 5, 8, 6, 7, 5, 6, 1, 1, 3, 8, 5, 3, 3, 2, 6, 5, 3, 6, 2, 3, 7, 9, 10, 8, 1, 9, 3, 6, 9, 9, 5, 2, 5, 6, 7, 8, 2, 7, 10, 2, 2, 2, 4, 5, 6, 5, 4, 4, 1, 3, 3, 10, 7, 10, 3, 6, 1, 10, 7, 8, 9, 3, 8, 10, 6, 9, 5, 5 = 439

No. 1006057 ID: 094652

rolled 3, 4, 6, 9, 8, 7, 1, 4, 7, 3, 5, 2, 7, 7, 3, 9, 4, 5, 4, 2, 10, 7, 9, 5, 5, 10, 10, 9, 4, 8, 5, 4, 1, 8, 9, 7, 10, 5, 4, 8, 5, 1, 3, 1, 5, 4, 7, 1, 2, 1, 8, 9, 2, 7, 3, 8, 1, 3, 10, 8 = 327

Stallion "I wanted to be called Ana today", they quietly grumble has their little servant walk up and give the group a written message scrawled in Low Realm:

"Whatever suicidal act of heroic bravery you are planning to do, as wont of the average exalted-whatever, please keep me out of it. Send this messenger instead.

Since you are Ana, I will be Stallion. But I expect to be named "other Ana" in the future.

Here's my two cents: our first priority should be to send expendable scouts. Unfortunately, all my long-ranged scouts can't fly.

If your first thought is to throw the golem straight into the ravine, I will be very disappointed. It has a limited control range."

Stallion is quick to eye the group carefully and says "well?".
No. 1006069 ID: f57349

>Unfortunately, all my long-ranged scouts can't fly.
This is incorrect. Builder Bugs (and presumably also your more bee-like variant) can not only fly at 20mph, but provide realtime scouting reports through their telepathic network from miles away.
No. 1006102 ID: e84ea1

rolled 2, 8, 4, 9, 5, 3, 4, 7, 8, 5, 5, 6, 1, 5, 5, 2, 4, 4, 8, 4, 5, 10, 1, 4, 6, 7, 3, 1, 6, 3, 9, 10, 9, 6, 10, 3, 2, 9, 7, 2, 7, 3, 2, 1, 6, 4, 8, 7, 9, 8 = 267

Ana will take the slip of paper, and stare at it, studying it for a full minute looking at it back and front before yelling out in Old Realm.

"Hello, whoever you are! I don't know what language this is. Could you come out and say... Whatever the message does? I promise that I'm not dangerous, my name is Ana Noel."

She'll also hand off the message to the strange Witch lady with the spirits.

This is probably a textbook social attack, but I don't know what dice pool I would use
No. 1006209 ID: e9d6c6
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The figure in deep black armor trudging in from off-camera finally makes their presence known. There's a soft susurration near it, never quite loud enough to be heard clearly, never quite soft enough to be totally ignored either. They carry a thin-bladed sword, honed to what appears to be an impossibly fine edge. Their eyes, what little can be seen under the helm, glow a dull scarlet, malevolent in a coldly patient way.

The Wyld Zone around them recoils slightly at the passage of this armored creature, rejecting the stagnant, cloying nature of their essence.
No. 1006225 ID: f75b75
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A soft tapping touches Sorel's shoulder, another elemental spirit hovering behind her. It then speaks, somehow in both River-Tongue and Forest-Tongue and Low Realm at once, "I am here to speak for the mistress, as per the ancient pact."

Sorel sighs. "Forgot I had summoned you..."

With the spirit's help translating, she declares, "I'm casting Dragon of Smoke and Flame to try and trace the Dragon Veins to their source. If you want to help, I won't stop you." The scantily-clad elf seems unafraid of what Noel proposes might lurk. "I've been following the veins for a reason, stranger."
No. 1006226 ID: 094652

Stallion has their bugs scout the local area, tasked with constructing a general expedition map and pathway; the bugs will scout the local area (within an hour's walking distance) to create small markings in obscure spots of the trees, while Stallion uses their findings to draw an occult-encoded map. When they are done. Stallion's servant will submit a partial version of the plaintext map to the party.
No. 1006227 ID: 6ace4e

rolled 8, 10, 6, 8, 6, 9, 1, 1, 10, 6, 9, 10, 9, 1, 8, 7, 2, 10, 6, 7, 3, 7, 8, 3, 7, 3, 5, 7, 1, 8, 7, 3, 8, 4, 3, 4, 8, 9, 6, 4, 6, 9, 10, 1, 1, 1, 6, 6, 10, 6 = 298

"Well, I do like helping people, and you know how to get back if you tracked this place out here, right? So then yeah, let's stick together for the time being. Are you also helping Stallion?!" She would yell to the individual who still hasn't revealed herself.


"And what about you, are you interested in joining our newly established group?"
No. 1006230 ID: 59f01e

Providing a link to the character sheet and a written out version:

Name: What Follows After
Exaltation: Abyssal
Caste / Type: Dusk

Motivation: Kill the Neverborn and place them on the wheel of the samsara
Iconic Anima: Bloody chains piercing her body like puppet strings
Limit Break: Dark Fate/Resonance

Willpower 9 Compassion 1 Conviction 5 Temperance 2 Valor 2

Strength 3 Dexterity 5 Stamina 3
Charisma 2 Manipulation 1 Appearance 4
Perception 3 Intelligence 3 Wits 2

Essence 3 Personal 15 Peripheral 37

*Athletics 1
*Awareness 1
Craft (Air)
*Integrity 3
Investigation 1
Lore 1
*Martial Arts
*Melee 5
Occult 3
*Presence 1
*Resistance 2
Socialize 2
Survival 5

Hallucinations -2
Eerie Glow -1
Disturbing Voice -1
Diet -2
Aura of Power -4

Artifact 5 Celestial Battle Armor (Soulsteel, Oblivion's Panoply and Life Gauntlets)
Artifact 2 Soulsteel Reaper Daiklave
Artifact 1 Lullaby Stone
Leige 3 Manse with Flawed Gem hearthstone
Whispers 3
Manse 4 Twice-Striking Lightning Prism
No. 1006232 ID: 094652

rolled 4, 10, 5, 8, 7, 8, 5, 8, 10, 7, 4, 4, 8, 10, 5, 4, 7, 3, 7, 10, 9, 8, 10, 10, 9, 5, 4, 6, 1, 6, 5, 1, 4, 7, 10, 5, 1, 9, 5, 1, 1, 3, 10, 5, 3, 2, 5, 6, 7, 10, 6, 10, 7, 1, 3, 5, 6, 10, 8, 9 = 367

Whoops forgot to roll

Awesome motivation
No. 1006244 ID: e9d6c6


"...No." the figure says, its voice a rasp, heavily altered by the powered battle armor they're wearing. Even through that, their voice is ghastly, sending a shiver up the spine. "But needs must, when the devil drives." they continue, flexing a black-gauntleted hand. "And it would be... convenient... To have people to... watch my back..." the raspy voice says.

It's hard to say precisely why the voice is so unnerving. Maybe it's the way their tone never wavers or changes. Or how there's always a slightly echoing stereo effect, as if there are two almost-but-not-quite identical voices speaking from the same throat.

"We... are What Follows After. Who here... is a warrior?"
No. 1006248 ID: f57349

No roll?

Serpent of bright flame circling around you makes it easier for everyone to see each other in the shade of the trees, but once you reach a partial clearing and direct sunlight it shifts to smoke mode.

There's a massive stone platform, top surface three or four yards above ground level, wide enough you can't see the whole thing at once because trees are in the way, overgrown with vines and weeds, but it is not itself a manse. Apparently the path your spell found leads into that little hole next to it.

The hole is five feet in diameter for the first yard or so of depth, but rapidly widens. Overhanging inside surface of the cave (or buried temple-dome or whatever it is) has a thick coating of crumbly moss, probably not safe to climb by mundane means. You can hear running water down there. Floor is mostly too dark to make out, but there's a patch of sun on some stalagmites about... thirty-five, maybe forty yards down, less than ten yards off to the side? And a protruding semicircular ledge of white marble masonry, half that vertical distance, more or less directly underneath the hole.

That sort of distance onto a hard surface isn't the sort of fall normal people walk away from. Even with supernatural toughness you might want to be careful.

Builder Bees say they'd be able to construct a resinous spiral staircase down to the ledge in about an hour and a half, or a total of three hours to reach all the way to the cavern floor. That's if it's a rush job. More structural reinforcement, handrails, aesthetic styling, and some of them staying back as perimeter security while the others work, could easily be at it until sundown.

Did anyone bring rope? Or rather, does anyone still have rope which is sufficiently rot-resistant that they'd trust it to support their own weight.
No. 1006249 ID: f75b75

"Warrior?" Sorel asks, glancing at the spirit who translated for her as if to confirm. When it nods, she continues. "I'm no warrior... but when you live on your own, outside the comforts of civilization." Her armor's thorns expand, rapidly, becoming a pair of armblades extending from her forearms, and her greaves bear spikes emerging from the back of the leg. "You learn how to kill."

As the group follows the dragon, Sorel peers at the surrounding jungle. And when they arrive at the hole, she frowns, squinting down it, before idly kicking a pebble in.

"... I might have a spell that'll help with this, but using that dragon isn't as easy as it looks. Any of you have something that might help instead? I'll probably have to recharge soon."
No. 1006251 ID: f75b75

rolled 2, 2, 3, 7, 1, 10, 8, 4, 8, 9, 6, 4, 2, 2, 9, 5, 3, 3, 1, 3, 2, 9, 7, 7, 2, 8, 6, 9, 9, 10, 5, 5, 9, 3, 4, 3, 7, 6, 3, 8, 9, 3, 6, 9, 10, 5, 1, 5, 4, 8, 4, 8, 4, 8, 10, 3, 1, 10, 2, 7 = 331

(Expanding on my previous post)

Indeed, it was... blatantly obvious she had overdrawn, by how much was not clear, but her anima was fluxing, radiating in something akin to a localized storm, which had the fringe benefit of making the job of the wooden spirit drawing insects away from her much easier. Shards of metal, resembling that of her armor, floated through the air around her, cutting anything bold enough to come too close, her hair also seemed to almost glow, illuminating her visage.
No. 1006253 ID: 094652

Stallion orders the Bees to get started in four groups; one will start at the top to reinforce a grappling rope hardpoint, one will start at the bottom of the ledge to build the foundations for the stairway, and two groups will build pathways across any local path chasms so the party has access to quick alternate routes.

Stallion has their golem deliver another note:
"We will have a way down in three hours. Did anyone bring lunch?"
No. 1006256 ID: 6ace4e

rolled 8, 5, 4, 7, 10, 2, 7, 1, 6, 9, 5, 6, 2, 7, 9, 3, 6, 3, 3, 4, 1, 6, 4, 6, 2, 9, 8, 10, 3, 6, 1, 10, 9, 2, 6, 7, 2, 6, 10, 5, 2, 2, 8, 4, 6, 1, 3, 7, 3, 2 = 258

"Well, I don't know if I would call myself a warrior, but I'm not defenseless or anything. But, welcome to the team, What."

She reached out her hand to shake with the person who clearly was maybe a powerful ghost or something for as much kit as it had, though it's ability to stay corporeal in sunlight was weird.

"But, I have an idea, and you can trust me, but you also can't attack me for doing it because we're a team, and I don't know how well it will be to get back up. But, also I might want to wait until you aren't so... Pokey, I guess? Since I would need to carry you. And in the mean time, I can make everyone food? I brought my good cookware."
No. 1006258 ID: e9d6c6

What Comes After looks... Disappointed. "No... warriors." it breathes quietly to itself. "Troubling. This... one... will have to... do most of the fighting... itself." they mutter quietly. The mention of food, on the other hand, gets more of a reaction. Their voice actually sounds pleased. "Do you... have... cheese?"
No. 1006323 ID: f57349

If you just want a fireman's pole for descent down to the ledge, the bees could have that ready inside ten minutes, then fill in stairs around it afterward.

Wait a moment... estimate updated. Twelve minutes for the fireman's pole, assuming no further giant bat attacks. Should be able to replace bees already lost in about a week if you're willing and able to keep the hive fully infused with essence.
No. 1006326 ID: 094652

rolled 8, 1, 2, 7, 7, 6, 6, 4, 2, 1, 7, 6, 2, 6, 8, 1, 4, 8, 3, 6, 3, 5, 5, 4, 2, 7, 4, 3, 2, 10, 10, 10, 9, 10, 5, 1, 6, 10, 3, 10, 8, 6, 2, 4, 10, 2, 5, 2, 7, 10, 1, 8, 9, 4, 8, 6, 6, 4, 4, 3 = 323

Oh dang. Stallion curses and gives another message:
"Some of my scout constructs were just killed. I'm not sending any more until the giant bats are slaughtered, tanned, and sold in bulk. Again."

Stallion quietly pouts and orders the surviving colony to begin the pole, but only within safe distance. She'll micromanage to minimize further losses.
No. 1006333 ID: 6afee6

rolled 9, 1, 8, 7, 5, 4, 10, 9, 7, 4, 2, 3, 6, 2, 10, 8, 7, 5, 10, 3, 2, 9, 8, 2, 5, 7, 5, 4, 10, 1 = 173

Alright, well, this will probably be a dumb idea, but Ana sees no other way to deal with this particular problem.

"Order all of the bees to within a few feet of me." She says, loud enough for she hopes Stallion to hear it, as she spends a second transforming her arm, with a single twisted black crane wing shooting out of her mass of Cloaks and Robes as she steps into a stance as calm as a river before ascending into the cloud of bees building, admittedly slowly because of the fact it's just one wing. And while in Crane Form, she will prepare a defend other action on the group of bees.
No. 1006384 ID: f75b75

rolled 4, 1, 7, 10, 4, 8, 6, 9, 3, 5, 1, 6, 1, 2, 1, 4, 4, 8, 3, 2, 5, 8, 7, 5, 9, 8, 2, 7, 1, 4, 8, 5, 5, 3, 7, 6, 2, 10, 1, 8, 2, 5, 4, 1, 7, 10, 9, 1, 7, 7, 8, 4, 3, 10, 1, 6, 2, 2, 3, 3 = 295

Sorel watches the others get to work. Rather than interfere in any way, she turns around and sits overtop the Dragon Vein. Drawing a small jade essence tap from its hiding place in her greaves, she sets the tap into the earth and begins meditating.

As she does, she considers, though doesn't immediately enact, a plan to create some basic shelter at the surface, through use of her geomancy.
No. 1006404 ID: f57349

Once they're fully withdrawn from the cavern, the bees claim they'd be able to defend themselves well enough near their own hive, or all together out here in broad daylight. Bats were only able to pick off stragglers thanks to echolocation giving them an advantage in the dark, and having split up into groups to build from both ends.

Will Anafzdes be standing guard up on the surface, where builder bees are working out plans for a staircase that can withstand the dynamic stresses of being pivoted around and dropped into place? Or will she be diving down into the cave and picking a giant bat as the target for her next sacred hunt?

Tap setup successful. Easiest position seems to be sitting with the protruding upper end of the white jade drill against the small of your back, power conduit parallel to your spine, but there's not quite enough slack for that plug to reach your tiara's socket while leaving your neck at a comfortable angle, so you're staring somewhat skyward as you meditate and your throat feels uncomfortably exposed.

Half-hidden by the treeline there's a protruding mass of darker stone, nearest corner fifteen yards due south of the hole, ten yards square and roughly waist-high above the forest floor. Walked right past it on your way into the clearing. Probably the foundation of some ancient ruined building.

As for plans, could always summon another elemental. 'Bout an hour before noon now, so if you started immediately... four hours for the ritual, hour at most to either haggle or break their will, then some rock-bending spirit can raise up solid ground into a thousand-square-foot house by sundown. Chop some firewood in between supervising construction, assume somebody else deals with the cavern successfully, full shelter might be ready just in time to start grilling giant-bat steaks for dinner.
No. 1006420 ID: f75b75

rolled 5, 1, 9, 4, 3, 7, 5, 5, 2, 4, 10, 4, 5, 2, 7, 7, 8, 10, 1, 2, 8, 3, 1, 5, 6, 7, 4, 7, 4, 8, 9, 2, 7, 9, 6, 2, 2, 2, 7, 6, 9, 6, 7, 1, 8, 7, 9, 9, 10, 3, 7, 1, 9, 2, 7, 2, 9, 8, 2, 2 = 324


Sorel sighing at the prospect of having to haggle with a spirit, nevertheless consigns herself to the simple fact that she's not really adept enough in magic to bend the earth herself. It was rather ironic, considering she was an accomplished geomancer. So, while most of her focus remained on using the essence tap to rejuvenate herself, she also put out a general labor call through her pact.

'Seeking elementals for labor: constructing four simple earthen shelters. Further details will be provided during negotiation.'

And with that message sent, she settles in as the tap does its work, and she waits to see who answers the call.
No. 1006421 ID: 933c76

rolled 6, 10, 8, 3, 5, 10, 3, 6, 1, 5, 7, 1, 6, 4, 7, 10, 1, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 10, 1, 10, 1, 5, 4, 10, 7, 3, 7, 6, 7, 5, 3, 7, 5, 9, 1, 10, 10, 6, 9, 9, 10, 9, 9, 1, 2 = 298

I was actually planning on setting up the Giant Bat for her first sacred hunt, and also maybe getting ready supplies for cooking lunch, since I don't know if anyone actually has food depending on the quantity of Bats.
No. 1006503 ID: e9d6c6

"How... curious... What are we fighting down there? Should... I help?" What Comes After asks, their voice buzzing a little as they peek down the hole.
No. 1006508 ID: f57349

>Wits 2, Survival 2, stunt 2
>rolled 9, 1, 8, 7, 5, 4
Anafzdes will be busy hunting bats for the next three hours.
Sorel will be busy with the summoning ritual for the next four hours. Her anima flux had faded to the 8-mote 'torch' level in the time between casting Dragon of Smoke and Flame (which is actually still active, and will continue circling, pointing the way, and providing light in the dark until it's broken by countermagic or the destination is reached) and hiking over to the hole in the ground. Paying for the summoning spell out of personal motes may have raised her anima banner back up to 'bonfire,' but unless deliberately maintained it will have fully dissipated by the time the ritual is finished. Ritual only counts as light activity and is compatible with continued use of the essence tap, so mote pool replenishment should be no problem.

In both cases, any significant interruption would mean starting over from the beginning, but if a fight starts they're just considered distracted, not automatically caught by surprise.

>celestial battle armor, visor can provide essence sight
>Perception 3 + Awareness 1
>Intelligence 3 + Lore 1 for operate technology
>no dice roll

Fiddling around trying to get the HUD to automatically highlight nearby cheese supplies, What Follows After finds a setting which renders the underbrush transparent as glass, but many other things luridly colorful, and these new companions almost dazzlingly bright.

Briefly turning away from that glare, the abyssal notices six humans and thirteen goats sneaking around behind foliage to the south-southwest. The men have mundane spears, small shields embossed with a stylized skull design, and light armor. They're passing around a wineskin of something that, when they drink it, turns their faces leprous-pale with faint metallic veins or circuits radiating out from the lips and eyes, while exposed skin of their arms, necks, and legs darkens from its presumably natural olive shade, past 'deep bruise,' toward 'charcoal.' The goats look and act almost exactly like normal goats but somehow convey an even stronger sense of hostile intent.
No. 1006691 ID: e9d6c6


What Follows After snorts a little to herself. Pitiful. A mere handful of goat herders and their squishy flesh animals think to ambush such a mighty force? By which he is referring primarily to themselves. It draws its blade and advances. No need to involve the others when she's just getting a little exercise.

"What... do you think... you're doing?" WFA asks, looming up out of the brush like some terrible specter. "Begone, while I am feeling merciful."

dice 6d10
No. 1006692 ID: e9d6c6

rolled 1, 6, 3, 3, 3, 1 = 17

No. 1006695 ID: 094652

rolled 4, 6, 1, 4, 6, 3, 10, 1, 10, 5, 6, 10, 6, 5, 2, 7, 10, 3, 5, 6, 8, 9, 1, 9, 4, 6, 1, 3, 4, 1 = 156

Stallion reacts to the giant bat attack on their servants by spending time Crafting an ultrasonic noisemaker, which should deafen the bats.
No. 1006709 ID: 5ba456


so I quickly put together a character sheet using Anathema but what sort of Urge do you get with an Aalu coadjutor?
No. 1006731 ID: 2c88af

rolled 1, 6, 2, 4, 6, 5, 4, 9 = 37

The brave archeological endeavor kept on unfolding beneath a wyld-warped sky - and, as if driven by the fates, more and more unusual specimens of humanity funneled into the tiny islet of reality just off the coast of Creation. Strange shapeshifters, infernal sorcerers, naked barbarians, sinister armoured silhouettes - and now, yet one more new face, of the sort that a typical epic story would hesitate to mention. The dense, lush jungle underbrush encircling the site of the excavation rustled and shook with much vigor and then the leaves of a massively overgrown shrub tangle parted and regurgitated from within their verdant depths a beautiful and desperate individual of a fashionably disheveled but still indisputably bureaucratic persuasion that then slowly made his way further into the clearing.

His dress was severely distressed, sleeves of a once luxurious - now merely impressively rustic - pentagrammic robe of a threshold dignitary torn by the claws of an unknown beast to create a delightfully rugged vest, colorful flaps of his once neatly crisped skirt trailing behind him like the tail of a wild peacock, the beautiful feathered hat of an Utmostly Incorruptible Assessor of Merchantry Tax skewed to one side in a daring asymmetrical display. Most shockingly, he wore a brilliant white scarf wrapped in a half-dozen layers around his neck - avoiding a total disruption of colours in his ensemble only by absolute miracle.

His complexion was likewise rather sickly in the glamorous style of a lady afflicted by a fainting sickness, with every laboured step betraying the newcomer’s nature as that of a man wholly unfamiliar with physical toil beyond the handling of a quill, but the sheer stubbornness and determination with which the pale youth forced himself to forge onwards, hands clasped, daintily prancing over the fallen branches, loose debris and mounds of suspicious sludge all indicated a certain… powerful conviction, a nigh-on fanatical obsession with decorum - as if he believed that correct posture and a courteous attitude made him proof against hunger, fang, mud and wyld’s chaotic touch. Considering the strangely pristine condition of his dress and flesh, he could very well be half-right, of course…

After a short while the itinerant bureaucrat had noticed the unusual quality of his surroundings and his confusion partially abated. He paused, stuck in a nervous middle ground between remaining upright and bending in a greeting bow towards nobody in particular - sticking out like a sore thumb - and cautiously let his glittering eyes wander, scanning the clearing and the people within. His body tensed up, prepared to skitter away or fall down and kowtow at a moment’s notice - depending on what his experienced eye saw...

[Character Sheet - https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Dd0DOKmkFPJDX_fhlUwZKuDzNPI6KEa6W6XX-XLcmMo/edit]

[Activating Mastery of Small Manners for 1m]
[Rolling Investigation for the scene, 8 dice before stunts]
No. 1006840 ID: 5ba456

rolled 6, 6, 3, 10, 3, 1, 8, 5, 5, 2, 1, 9, 8, 4, 8, 1, 4, 3, 1, 2, 3, 6, 9, 8, 10, 2, 2, 5, 2, 4, 2, 4, 6, 9, 4, 4, 3, 1, 8, 10, 3, 6, 4, 2, 6, 7, 1, 5, 3, 8, 10, 7, 4, 10, 5, 1, 5, 7, 9, 5 = 300

Okay, so Ophidian. I think I'm just going to grab the best corebook example Urge here- Seduce as many beings as possible at every opportunity. Of course, Crystal Fist Tyrant isn't actually any good at that, but that doesn't matter. Also dropping Chirality Prohibition Index to get back the BP to grab Savant 5. Sheet linked up there should be updated.

INITIAL POST assuming this is enough to get started with.

Shimmering force begins to bend back plant matter in an orderly fashion, forming an empty human sized corridor for the entrance of a diminutive man in a sweat stained leather apron and equally marred white silks. The myriad insects buzzing past him shimmer and fall to the ground, seemingly crushed by his proximity as he steps into the partial clearing.

He clears his throat as he abruptly addresses the figure in soulsteel armor in monotone Old Realm. "What beautiful armor. I do wonder what the person underneath looks like."

Without waiting for any response, he turns his head to the rest of the rather ragged and unusual collection of individuals.

"I do not currently wish to lay claim to the site, but if we locate a reality engine, I would like to be permitted to take a look. I hope this is agreeable."

Crystal Fist Tyrant is approximately five feet in height, wearing what at some point must have been fancy white silk robes of some kind before the Wyld and the jungle got to them, contrasted with a leather apron covered in pouches. His hair is as green as the jungle itself and hasn't been trimmed recently. He hasn't managed to remain as pale as the rest of this group, having developed a tan from the journey here.

Someone paying really close attention and with the right knowledge might notice that the apron is blood ape leather, and the silk originates from aalu.

(Assuming I have committed the motes for activating Mind Hand Manipulation.)
No. 1006944 ID: 4f2c57


Please join the discord for the group here to discuss your character further.
No. 1006988 ID: 5ba456

okay so ignore all of this for now

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