I have arbitrarily taken everything we have written about the place so far and made a super simple map. probably took some liberty's or miss read stuff so let me know if that is the case. mainly made this to start a president with myself to keep track of where we are.
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Naija
level: 4
day/time: day 1 - evening
Location: Kingdom of Erion - Outside the abandoned castle
Interacting with: @Holy Soldier’s NPCs, Fox McCloud@Etherean Fire, Luigi@Bright_Ops
mentions: Samus @Lmpkio
Seed deployed: none
Her plan worked thanks to fox’s assistance in severing the chain, Balor sailing down and crushing the demon lord in a Delicious bit of karmic justice. Yet something hideous managed to escape their and Samus’s sky strikes, a vile slug bug thing rushed Luigi and the two clashed for a moment before the princess engulfed to the two in a blinding blast. For a moment Naija was terrified that they had lost both the plumbers in the battle, yet to her relief he was unharmed by the attack. Perhaps it only harmed evil. If Fox required it she would catch and them carry him to the ground rather than letting him land atop the shattered remains of Balor and Odin. She was a little disappointed she the weapon had been destroyed, but perhaps it was for the best she did not use such a soul devouring weapon. This was particularly apparent when the weapon started leaking its victims life force across the land, the red of Mario's soul she had seen absorbed upon his death found it’s way to Luigi and was promptly bottled and put in his care.
Right. The battle was over and now Naija was forced to think about their losses rather than focusing on survival and revenge. She joined the others, hovering just above the ground on her purple wings, as Oswald and Gwendolyn offered their support in future.
”Thank you both for your offers of assistance, I imagine we will need all the help we can get if we are to save all our worlds.”
She heard Luigi’s call, the grief he was trying to hold inside obvious to all. She arrived first to the call. Due to her small stature, even with her hovering above the ground she was still only just matching his height. She was doing a much worse job at hiding her emotions, in fact she was barely trying, not bound by social conventions due to her previously lonely existence meant that her emotions were raw on her face, her sadness and guilt clear as she gave the plumber a hug.
”I am so sorry.”
She pulled away as the others approached. She understood why Luigi was doing so, trying to give a strong front as their leader, a battle already lost for Naija when Fox first found her after Mario’s death. All the threats were dealt with, he was allowed to feel sad damn it. Well apart from the general. Plus that one Valkyrie she had stolen the armor form. Also did the dead king still have more soldiers who were infected with the Virus back at his castle? Maybe it was not quite the time to let their guard down just yet.
Sister Sophia
vs Queen Clotho
Round 3
The whispering woods – the Forest King
Sophia ran through the corridors as she fled from the monstrosity, her gait hobbled from the wounds she had received from bludgeoning damage, the howls of the beast following after her as she reached the hatchery she had punched into. She traveled past the corpses of its workers and threw herself out of the gap, drawing both her bolt pistols. She smiled, as she turned and fell backwards from the hole, firing both the bolt pistols, losing the final round in each, one slamming into the chamber, the other reaching the base of the tree a few moments later. Both thumped into the wet wood and then detonated, igniting the promethium she had spread before entering, a flame pistol tank worth in the chamber and an entire tank worth of jetpack fuel at the base.
The burning fuel ignited the vast old tree, spreading upwards from its promethium fueled birth to consume the living wood of the forest king as Sophia used the last of her jetpack fuel to land some what safely and begin leaving the dungeon behind her. She would resupply as the swarm was busy with the fire and if it did not take Clotho with it then she would go back up there and finish the job.
There were a few problems with this plan. First the bugs who had survived her attack on the surface entrance had seen where she had gone to resupply. As a result there were a mass of the bugs who were currently unaware of their masters mutation standing guard over the supplies she needed to finish the job. They became aware of said fate when half way up the tree, where the inferno in the spawning room had spread, the bark buckle, cracked and then splintered outwards in a hail of burning wood into the woods below as a giant scorpion-esque beast that had once been Clotho plowed through the walls of the throne room. The colossal scorpion creature began to descend the burning tree, its many eyes hunting for Sophia as it seemed to ignore the flames attempting to consume its flesh. The fire was spreading outwards now into the surrounding wood, the fire at the base and the burning wreckage setting the foliage and surrounding trees ablaze, the beginnings of a truly colossal wildfire in the making.
“It’s so beautiful!” the sister is almost in tears as she gazes at the inferno
Is pyromania requirement to join the Ecclesiarchy? Actually don't answer that. Just start running
No matter how wonderful the flames where, she needed to get away, try and find a different supply cache or better terrain because for the moment all she had on her where her two chain knifes, these twin blades paled in comparison to the task she needed to undertake. She fled, her step unsteady as she attempted to get away from the encroaching flames and hunting xenos monstrosities, her flight joined by the meany as of yet unseen animal denizens of the forest, who took to the air or fled their burrows as the flames threatened to consume them all.
She wasn’t sure how far or long she had been running, but she was losing ground, the heat and smoke were threatening to overwhelm her, the sound of the raging inferno and worse, the screeches of Clotho, were drawing nearer. Most of the creatures had either escaped or fallen behind so it was to her surprise when a majestic stage, huge and with a coat of white as pure as her now sullied armor had been, appeared from the woods before her and lowered itself before her, as if offering to carry her.
I was going to get you a pony, but you're much too heavy for that. Mount up, I’ll guide it somewhere safe
She cautiously approached the seemingly docile creature, sitting herself on its back and grasping its antlers for support as it got back up and fled with her onboard. Sophia for the first time in her flight looked back and saw just how close to death she had come. Behind her was a massive advancing wall of red and orange, the flames consuming the woods, to anyone outside the massive plume of smoke would probably be noticeable throughout the city if the fire itself was not visible. Even more concerning was the crashing and splintering of trees as Clotho's new form smashed its way through the woods barely a hundred meters from her both were still gaining on them, even with her new mounts speed she did not expect to outpace either of them for long. Despair began to set in, though she was not doomed quite yet. While she rode she acquired a long, sturdy, straight branch, too this she bound her two knives at the end using the chain that held the holy symbol around her waist, forming a sort of improvised lance. Two whirring blades and a symbol of the Imperium against a colossal beast.
Before the flames were about to catch up and consume them her mount broke into a clearing centered around a shallow lake that barely came up to the knees of the stag, yet took up a considerably large area, one large enough to easily hold the burning colossal scorpion that was Clotho, who breached the surrounding trees moments afterwards. This was it, as the flames surrounded the small wet area of safety, there was no more running.
If it weren't for how covered in soot and gore the warrior woman’s armor was and the improvised nature of her lance she might have looked like a shining knight on her noble steed facing down a dragon. As it was the mounted battered and bloody Seraphim goaded her stag to charge head first at the colossal scorpion monstrosity, screaming her lungs out in a wordless, furious, battle cry while opposite her the scorpion creature charged, its 3 months roaring. The two met in the center of the shallow pool, Sophia steering her mount to the side at the last second, racing alongside the beast and stabbing the eyes on its left head with the improvised chain lance as she raced past the surprised Chotho, gouging out the eyes, slashing one of the spindly legs that supported the colossal beast but failed to penetrate the beast's hide. Their momentum carried both combatants to the opposite sides of the pool and the two turned again to face each other like jousters at a medieval tourney.
They charged again, Sophia noting that the wounds she had inflicted were already healing she dodged to the other side this time, slashing off another of the beast's legs but still bouncing harmlessly off its cartilage. But this time Chotho reacted faster, the head on the scorpion tail chasing down after her steed, biting its hips and hauling the struggling beast with her atop it into the air. Sophia fell towards the central eye as the deer was cast aside, its body infected by the mutagens that the bite had inflicted upon it.
The eyeless mouth caught her by her left arm, its teeth just managing to pierce through her armor, the sharp points poisoning her as they found flesh and the corruption toxing began to be pumped into her slowly, the taint slowly claiming her arm. She was as good as dead, trapped there, the second mouth approaching to bite at something more vital as the first held her there. She screamed in agony but found strength, she had to finish this now or she would died. If she died she would fail her divine mission, and such a prospect was inconceivable. She knew with the certainty that others would call delusional that as the emperor's servant in this holy task she would succeed in killing this beast. She drove the improvised spear towards the central eye of the monstrosity, logic and reason dictated that she would cause only a superficial wound that would quickly heal, that the blade would never get deep enough to strike anything important and then she would be devoured. But she had faith, faith that the Emperor would give her the strength to succeed, faith so strong that in the maddening realm of the warp, the Sea of Souls, the immaterium and home to that tiny shard of the Emperor's soul that had been watching her, that faith shone like a beacon, it dominated and changed the warp and in so doing, changed reality for the two are reflections of one another. Next to her heart the phylactery reacted to her emotions, her desperation, fury and faith and she entered her frenzy, the stick with knives tied to it shining as it became a power spear, her fule-less jetpack becoming the pair of angelic wings it mimicked and a halo erupting behind her head in a divine golden glow.
The shimmering blade, a marvel of a lost age of technology, passed through the chitin and flesh of the monster as if it were made of paper and jelly, the blade and shaft sinking into the beast, finding what little remained of Chotho’s original body and stabbing her, the blade slid between the wire that held her phylactery. She withdrew the spear, with the phylactery dangling from a cross like section just below the blade, as the monster screamed and flailed, dropping the angel from its grip even as the mutagen regrew the damage it had suffered. Rising on her pristine wings the angel flys away, out of her foes reach as she removed her helmet. Her eyes were a shining bright white, her face expressionless as the dropped the lance and pulled her own phylactery out. When she opened her mouth it was not Sophia’s voice that emerged.
"ok. so now I just..."
The angel fumbled about to retrieve the two phylacteries while also holding onto a spear and a helmet, all the while afflicted by mutagen in her left arm, and tried to plug the two together. With the power from the frenzied phylactery lost the immense scorpion became unable to sustain its own body and collapses, its corrupted form beginning to rot almost instantly, it’s blood and flesh tainting the water it has fallen in. Around them the fire has passed, leaving nothing but burnt husks of trees and ash in it’s wake.
Another person suggested (too lazy to check who) jobs can be switched. I almost want to make them un-switchable but that is true, I think, it'll be better if jobs could be switched so nothing is permanent.
By the way guys, I got a job! That interview I thought sucked donkey balls ended up panning out. It's teaching kids in Japan and while I don't like kids, I will like them for small sums of money. So yeah in 2 months I'm off to Sendai~
congrats on your job acquisition. hope you get to do some neat stuff in japan in-between dealing with the tiny humans.
that job switching was my suggestion, though it was more of an ic suggestion to the chars than one for the actually players, seeing as we know what all those jobs entail where as the characters really don't yet. kind of a "don't worry to much about it, lets go explore". also because my char does not like the idea of being pinned to one job for his entire long life.
@Holy Soldier
2 unrelated questions.
will you be putting out another interest post and can Naija keep Balor?
2 unrelated questions.
will you be putting out another interest post and can Naija keep Balor?
@Lugubrious so I am finally getting round too writing part 3 of my forest adventure/fight and I have a quick question. Can the phylactery be destroyed and if so what happens?
also I apologies in advance for Sophia's collateral damage to the forest.
also I apologies in advance for Sophia's collateral damage to the forest.
After him and the two youths emerged, two others joined them.
First was a rather large hairy… person, who did not appear to have taken the tube particularly well, his voice slurred as if he had gotten tipsy from whatever had knocked them all out. They apparently had not seen a dwarf before, not entirely surprising as his kind had only been above ground again in the last 75 odd years and did not travel inland much on the islands they visited so this beast of a man might simply have not heard of his kind. Andrik had never met a man with so much hair, skin like a corpse and pointed ears. The ears would suggest elf, yet his hair and build suggested otherwise. A curiosity to be sure.
“I am dwarf and a druidic shape shifter my large friend, might I ask what you are?”
And speaking of elves, the final member of their awake group was an elf woman. Andrik had met a few members of the fair folk on his travels, apparently in the past there had been something of a rivalry between the races though that had cooled with the dwarfs long absence from the surface. He gave Kiana a polite nod as his name was mentioned during Natazume’s catchup introduction.
Introductions successfully made Andrik decided to take is short legs for a bit of a walk wanting to get an understanding of where they were, but unfortunately most of the doors barred his entry. It was so that he ended up joining Eli as they both gazed off into the endless void of stars that was the window Natazume had found earlier, while listening to the the recording she had found.
'Why is the night sky... forwards? And what is that ball out there.'
On the one hand they weren't as confided as he had feared they were, on the other hand they still had no Idea where they were. The disembodied voice was giving little reassurance, using a lot of unknown terminology but from what he could gather this thing claimed everything on their world was dead, that the life nurtured by Solavas was gone, never to return. He returned to the others as the voice fell quiet and discussion commenced.
'it is all lies, surely. The world had seemed so peaceful, how could could any war break out and even if it did, how could it cause so much devastation that even the dwarfs who remained deep in the earth were not spared'
Natazume seemed to be taking this in her stride, Giovanni, who appeared to have managed to correct his speech or snapped out of drunkenness showed some suspicion and the young lad Eli was freaking out about this. As it was Andrik’s slight intoxication and earlier fear where making him a wee bit paranoid.
"The claims do seem.. Preposterous. I do not trust this voice in the slightest, we should endeavor to verify or disprove what it has claimed on our own rather than taking it all at face value. We should try and find out as much as possible about our situation as quickly as possible, for it is a strange place we have been taken to and it might be dangerous."
He considered the rolls and the others opinions of them for a moment, Medical Officer and the pilot, what he assumed was some kind of combination navigator and Helmsman, where important if you wanted to get anywhere and arrive free of scurvy but when it came down to it a ship's fate is in the hands of it’s captain. At any rate a lot of this was academic at the moment.
"I think perhaps we should take all the bracelets and explore the ship to make sure it is safe and we consider who can or wants to do what while we go. I could be our tactician, I imagine I have more experience dealing with difficult situations than the rest of you, for we darves live much longer than most, though that same quality could serve me well in captaincy."
Andrik picked up a random wristband and approached the nearest door to see what would happen, he was assuming that perhaps touching the bracelet to the door will cause a reaction, much like touching the egg did, and thus open the way.
First was a rather large hairy… person, who did not appear to have taken the tube particularly well, his voice slurred as if he had gotten tipsy from whatever had knocked them all out. They apparently had not seen a dwarf before, not entirely surprising as his kind had only been above ground again in the last 75 odd years and did not travel inland much on the islands they visited so this beast of a man might simply have not heard of his kind. Andrik had never met a man with so much hair, skin like a corpse and pointed ears. The ears would suggest elf, yet his hair and build suggested otherwise. A curiosity to be sure.
“I am dwarf and a druidic shape shifter my large friend, might I ask what you are?”
And speaking of elves, the final member of their awake group was an elf woman. Andrik had met a few members of the fair folk on his travels, apparently in the past there had been something of a rivalry between the races though that had cooled with the dwarfs long absence from the surface. He gave Kiana a polite nod as his name was mentioned during Natazume’s catchup introduction.
Introductions successfully made Andrik decided to take is short legs for a bit of a walk wanting to get an understanding of where they were, but unfortunately most of the doors barred his entry. It was so that he ended up joining Eli as they both gazed off into the endless void of stars that was the window Natazume had found earlier, while listening to the the recording she had found.
'Why is the night sky... forwards? And what is that ball out there.'
On the one hand they weren't as confided as he had feared they were, on the other hand they still had no Idea where they were. The disembodied voice was giving little reassurance, using a lot of unknown terminology but from what he could gather this thing claimed everything on their world was dead, that the life nurtured by Solavas was gone, never to return. He returned to the others as the voice fell quiet and discussion commenced.
'it is all lies, surely. The world had seemed so peaceful, how could could any war break out and even if it did, how could it cause so much devastation that even the dwarfs who remained deep in the earth were not spared'
Natazume seemed to be taking this in her stride, Giovanni, who appeared to have managed to correct his speech or snapped out of drunkenness showed some suspicion and the young lad Eli was freaking out about this. As it was Andrik’s slight intoxication and earlier fear where making him a wee bit paranoid.
"The claims do seem.. Preposterous. I do not trust this voice in the slightest, we should endeavor to verify or disprove what it has claimed on our own rather than taking it all at face value. We should try and find out as much as possible about our situation as quickly as possible, for it is a strange place we have been taken to and it might be dangerous."
He considered the rolls and the others opinions of them for a moment, Medical Officer and the pilot, what he assumed was some kind of combination navigator and Helmsman, where important if you wanted to get anywhere and arrive free of scurvy but when it came down to it a ship's fate is in the hands of it’s captain. At any rate a lot of this was academic at the moment.
"I think perhaps we should take all the bracelets and explore the ship to make sure it is safe and we consider who can or wants to do what while we go. I could be our tactician, I imagine I have more experience dealing with difficult situations than the rest of you, for we darves live much longer than most, though that same quality could serve me well in captaincy."
Andrik picked up a random wristband and approached the nearest door to see what would happen, he was assuming that perhaps touching the bracelet to the door will cause a reaction, much like touching the egg did, and thus open the way.
@Genkai I wish you luck on the results of the interview.
Perhaps we should discuss roles in the OOC for expedience?
if pilot and medic are taken then that leaves captain, first officer, Tactician and Researcher.
@LostBrotherGrimm@71452K@GingerBaron
any of you have anything specific you want so we can hash that out here, I can basically do any of them with my char. It is probably a good idea to find out if anyone really wants to be "in charge" with he captains role
Perhaps we should discuss roles in the OOC for expedience?
if pilot and medic are taken then that leaves captain, first officer, Tactician and Researcher.
@LostBrotherGrimm@71452K@GingerBaron
any of you have anything specific you want so we can hash that out here, I can basically do any of them with my char. It is probably a good idea to find out if anyone really wants to be "in charge" with he captains role
We waiting for Genk to start a new round? 😄😄😄
If I understood the initial ooc post correctly about round based posting, then I think so yeah.
On the beach of a small desert island, halfway between the sea and the palm trees that grow in the middle of the island, sits a knapsack next to a dimming fire, some freshly chopped fire wood and a few palm leaves with fruits gathered from inland. The island itself is a little way over the horizon from the closest port, situated in a place called the sapphire lagoon, and well out of anybodys way, yet there are no boats docked anywhere along it’s shore to explain how these things got there. The knapsack is one of a traveler, if you were to extract its contents you would find the hatchet used to chop the wood for the fire and the flint and steel that lit it, a spyglass and compass, several maps of many different regions of the world, some drawn by the owner of the sack, a few books about interesting places along with things like cloths, soap and other mundane necessities. Finally, wrapped carefully in clothing and paper are a few toys and trinkets from the local region, all kept carefully away from anything that might damage them.
It is early in the night, the sun having just set over the horizon moments ago, taking the sweltering heat of the tropics down to a slightly more reasonable temperature. The moon and stars have come out to shine their soft light down on the waters below where a lot of the more dangerous creatures are emerging making the sea a rather less pleasant place to be. Anything that can is finding some safer places to be.
From the ocean emerges one such creature, a sea lion with a large fish that is still madly flopping held in its jaws, lopes up the beach towards the small encampment. The fish is deposited next to the fruits on the leaves and the creature is engulfed a soft gold glow that illogically produces no light. The golden shape shrinks and changes, the universe helpfully hiding what such a transformation would actually look like for the sake of people not losing their lunch every time it happened. After a few brief moments there stands a stout dwarf in place of the sea lion.
He is wearing a scalemail tunic made of the scales of various creatures found in the underdark. It is light and does offer much in the way of protection but is worn because no self respecting dwarf would ever be caught dead wear anything that wasn't armor. Even if this set is specifically designed to be as light and un-armor like like as possible in order to not drown the wearer if they were to fall of a ship. Around his neck is a small amulet in the shape of a stylized sun that is the color of molten glass, the mark of a follower of Sollava, the dwarven god of light and life.
The dwarf stretches,then pulls a knife from his belt, where it sits alongside a few bone charms and a small metal hip flask and proceeds sit down to gut the fish and make himself some dinner.
Andrik the dwarf had arrived in the nearby port town on a trade ship a few weeks ago and after seeing what there was to see and doing a bit of trading had come out here to get to know the local wildlife. Originally hailing from beneath the dwarven cities of the far north it was always a delight to explore the vibrant and sun kissed oceans of the tropics, to swim above the coral reefs as a manta ray and see the thousands of unique creatures that were nurtured beneath Sollava’s light. He did this whenever he visited a place, the achievements of a lands people were often not nearly as interesting as it’s natural beauty.
It was as he was finishing his meal that the he saw the shooting stars, descending from the heavens as they lit up the sky all across the night side of the world. 'quite the light show your putting on there Sollava, what might the occasion be I wonder' He did not have long to find out as to his astonishment one of the light trails seemed to turn towards him, before vanishing as a large white object landed in the forest that occupied most of the uninhabited island, vanishing into the foliage as Andrik watched. 'what the blazes was that… only one way to find out I guess' smiling to himself at the existence of a new phenomenon to encounter he put on his knapsack and transformed, shrinking down to a puffin, before taking off, skimming the trees and looking for the strange object.
The druid found the egg shaped thing on a small rocky outcropping, seemingly inert and non threatening despite its ability to float above the ground. After landing, transforming and throwing a cautionary rock at the floating object to check if it was a mimic or a ropper the dwarf advanced briskly, eager to investigate this thing from the heavens.
"Hello there, what are you? Be you elemental or angel or something else."
Getting no response from the hovering object he decided to knock on it, maybe find out what it was made of. His rapping gained him no knowledge other than that it was hard but in response a hatch opened in the side of the egg, revealing an interior filled with a human sized seat and strange blinking lights.'Enchanted gems perhaps? What under the sun is this strange contraption for?' Two quick shape shifts brought him to be standing on the chair, he was curiously poking at the lights when the door slid shut and the lights all started blinking furiously.
"Did I do that? Open back up. Please? Please! I will not be trapped again!"
The dwarf began to panic as a strange liquid began to squirt up out of the walls, filling up the pod.
It is early in the night, the sun having just set over the horizon moments ago, taking the sweltering heat of the tropics down to a slightly more reasonable temperature. The moon and stars have come out to shine their soft light down on the waters below where a lot of the more dangerous creatures are emerging making the sea a rather less pleasant place to be. Anything that can is finding some safer places to be.
From the ocean emerges one such creature, a sea lion with a large fish that is still madly flopping held in its jaws, lopes up the beach towards the small encampment. The fish is deposited next to the fruits on the leaves and the creature is engulfed a soft gold glow that illogically produces no light. The golden shape shrinks and changes, the universe helpfully hiding what such a transformation would actually look like for the sake of people not losing their lunch every time it happened. After a few brief moments there stands a stout dwarf in place of the sea lion.
He is wearing a scalemail tunic made of the scales of various creatures found in the underdark. It is light and does offer much in the way of protection but is worn because no self respecting dwarf would ever be caught dead wear anything that wasn't armor. Even if this set is specifically designed to be as light and un-armor like like as possible in order to not drown the wearer if they were to fall of a ship. Around his neck is a small amulet in the shape of a stylized sun that is the color of molten glass, the mark of a follower of Sollava, the dwarven god of light and life.
The dwarf stretches,then pulls a knife from his belt, where it sits alongside a few bone charms and a small metal hip flask and proceeds sit down to gut the fish and make himself some dinner.
Andrik the dwarf had arrived in the nearby port town on a trade ship a few weeks ago and after seeing what there was to see and doing a bit of trading had come out here to get to know the local wildlife. Originally hailing from beneath the dwarven cities of the far north it was always a delight to explore the vibrant and sun kissed oceans of the tropics, to swim above the coral reefs as a manta ray and see the thousands of unique creatures that were nurtured beneath Sollava’s light. He did this whenever he visited a place, the achievements of a lands people were often not nearly as interesting as it’s natural beauty.
It was as he was finishing his meal that the he saw the shooting stars, descending from the heavens as they lit up the sky all across the night side of the world. 'quite the light show your putting on there Sollava, what might the occasion be I wonder' He did not have long to find out as to his astonishment one of the light trails seemed to turn towards him, before vanishing as a large white object landed in the forest that occupied most of the uninhabited island, vanishing into the foliage as Andrik watched. 'what the blazes was that… only one way to find out I guess' smiling to himself at the existence of a new phenomenon to encounter he put on his knapsack and transformed, shrinking down to a puffin, before taking off, skimming the trees and looking for the strange object.
The druid found the egg shaped thing on a small rocky outcropping, seemingly inert and non threatening despite its ability to float above the ground. After landing, transforming and throwing a cautionary rock at the floating object to check if it was a mimic or a ropper the dwarf advanced briskly, eager to investigate this thing from the heavens.
"Hello there, what are you? Be you elemental or angel or something else."
Getting no response from the hovering object he decided to knock on it, maybe find out what it was made of. His rapping gained him no knowledge other than that it was hard but in response a hatch opened in the side of the egg, revealing an interior filled with a human sized seat and strange blinking lights.'Enchanted gems perhaps? What under the sun is this strange contraption for?' Two quick shape shifts brought him to be standing on the chair, he was curiously poking at the lights when the door slid shut and the lights all started blinking furiously.
"Did I do that? Open back up. Please? Please! I will not be trapped again!"
The dwarf began to panic as a strange liquid began to squirt up out of the walls, filling up the pod.
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[ 15 years later ]
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Andrik had experienced mainly nightmares in his sleep, the religious based revulsion he had for being trapped away from the light plus two very unpleasant experiences with a cave in and hiding from a Grick in a crevice as a child all came together to form a considerable claustrophobia in the dwarf. In a way he took to druidry partially because of how shapeshifting allowed him to escape from such traps, to dig out of the cave in, to fight the beasties or outrun them. Right now however his powers had failed him, his dreams filled with all the dangers his kind had encountered as they dug towards the surface. He himself had only encountered a fraction of the things he saw in that sleep, but his mind did an excellent job of turning the tales of his elders into seemingly real things that stalked him through dark, tight corridors of cold stone.
When the pod opened, the insides were scratched with the claws of many dangerous beast from below the earth, lights smashed by attempts to break the sides with pure mass, the sedative having not affected the dwarfs many shapes nearly as fast as it had the others due to increased body mass and occasional poison resistance or vastly different physiology from the intended targets. Out of the pod now flopped a fish, Andriks attempt to stop what he perceived to be a risk of drowning. After a few moments the fish changed back into the dwarf who scrambled away from the pod, panting from the remembered fear and the few seconds where he had been drowning in air.
The metal corridors where not much of an improvement in terms of encasement. To Andrik, the lack of sound coming from beyond the walls meant that they must be underground rather than simply a metal house or ship, because there you would be able to hear nature otside if you listened hard enough, and the druid could hear nothing in the moments of silence between talking. If it weren't for the two human youths who were already out and the assorted others biguns emerging from their pods he might have just started running about trying and find an exit. As it was he took a swig from his hip flask to calm down, griped his medallion tightly and went along with the introductions situation while trying to remain calm. Liquid courage and faith helped him keep it together, as did the thought that maybe these corridors leed outside eventually. Those where the things that had let him handle the ascension.
"If we are doing introductions, I am Andrik Nordin, Druid of Sollava. I am a traveler by nature, but Dwarf’s Embankment is the place to which I return at the end of my journeys and I suppose in that sense it’s home. It is nice to meet you all, though I wish it weren't in whatever this metal place is. Let’s work together to find where we are and more importantly, find a way out."
'I’ve heard of some of those places they said they are from before. hmmm'
He thinks for a moment then rummages around in his knapsack and pulls out a large map which he unfurls and examines as the rest of the introductions are made, distracting him from looking at the enclosing walls as the voices drown out the silence.
"So I looked up some the places you're from and it seems they are all quite far from where I was when i was trapped in" he shivers a little in distaste as he indicates to the pod" that egg prison as well as from each other. Which is odd. I wonder how we all got here?”
When the pod opened, the insides were scratched with the claws of many dangerous beast from below the earth, lights smashed by attempts to break the sides with pure mass, the sedative having not affected the dwarfs many shapes nearly as fast as it had the others due to increased body mass and occasional poison resistance or vastly different physiology from the intended targets. Out of the pod now flopped a fish, Andriks attempt to stop what he perceived to be a risk of drowning. After a few moments the fish changed back into the dwarf who scrambled away from the pod, panting from the remembered fear and the few seconds where he had been drowning in air.
The metal corridors where not much of an improvement in terms of encasement. To Andrik, the lack of sound coming from beyond the walls meant that they must be underground rather than simply a metal house or ship, because there you would be able to hear nature otside if you listened hard enough, and the druid could hear nothing in the moments of silence between talking. If it weren't for the two human youths who were already out and the assorted others biguns emerging from their pods he might have just started running about trying and find an exit. As it was he took a swig from his hip flask to calm down, griped his medallion tightly and went along with the introductions situation while trying to remain calm. Liquid courage and faith helped him keep it together, as did the thought that maybe these corridors leed outside eventually. Those where the things that had let him handle the ascension.
"If we are doing introductions, I am Andrik Nordin, Druid of Sollava. I am a traveler by nature, but Dwarf’s Embankment is the place to which I return at the end of my journeys and I suppose in that sense it’s home. It is nice to meet you all, though I wish it weren't in whatever this metal place is. Let’s work together to find where we are and more importantly, find a way out."
'I’ve heard of some of those places they said they are from before. hmmm'
He thinks for a moment then rummages around in his knapsack and pulls out a large map which he unfurls and examines as the rest of the introductions are made, distracting him from looking at the enclosing walls as the voices drown out the silence.
"So I looked up some the places you're from and it seems they are all quite far from where I was when i was trapped in" he shivers a little in distaste as he indicates to the pod" that egg prison as well as from each other. Which is odd. I wonder how we all got here?”
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