Eklispe

Just a Harmless Game?

Strauss evaluated Yang cautiously, she didn't seem to be a threat and the swords didn't seem to be any sort of trap. Perhaps they did have some friends here, even if they didn't stay around for very long. By the time he had thought of more questions to ask Yang had already left, "Thanks!" he called out after the already vanished creature and turned to grab a sword from the chest. He picked it up and swung it experimentally somewhat surprised by the weight. He had always imagined swords being a little lighter; still after a few practice swings and decimated tree branches later he had gotten used to it.

Not taking the time to grab a sheath as the group was already moving on Strauss quickly made his way onto the path, the last thing he wanted was to be here all alone. As they kept moving forward it got hotter and hotter, as the trees eventually disappeared he could see why. They were headed straight into a dessert, and given how the game had been so far there probably wasn't an oasis waiting for them.

As they trudged through the blazing dessert, the shifting sands making even the simple task of walking more difficult: Strauss began sweating and wishing this sword wasn't so heavy. The sand was just about everywhere, he halfheartedly shook himself knowing that more sand would come on regardless.

Just as he was about to propose that they turn back and look for some other more friendly path, the sand shook even more than usual nearly throwing him off his feet. Strauss regained his foot to realize they were surrounded by strange creatures, they had oddly vibrant faces and terrifying quills, normal porcupines were strange enough but this was ridicules.

Strauss hefted his sword and waited for the creatures to strike, he assumed everything wanted to kill them until proven other wise. His thought proved correct as the Quinox quickly rushed forward as a group attacking from everywhere. Strauss focused on the one charging headlong at him and took a deep, steadying breath, before throwing himself forward and sliding underneath the beast as it lunged, sticking his sword up and disemboweling the beast, some of the gore landing on him. Holy. Shakily, but moving as quickly as he could, Strauss stood up and saw that the group was quickly losing. Though they were fighting as best they could they could barely match the creatures. Preston was on the sand, not moving at all.

Strauss blindly ran forward to help, only seeing the another Quinox charging him at the last second and he raised his arm to shield himself. The Quinox's spined tail slammed into his arms sending hundreds of shafts of pain lancing through his air. Strauss howled in pain and struck the creatures tail off and while it screeched in a painful cry of its own he stabbed it through the head. Breathing heavily he saw that though they were whittling down the creatures, the stupid beasts were doing the same to them. Strauss hefted his bloody sword and moved to meet another one, using his sword like a spear and receiving the beasts charge with it as he let out a roar of anger.

Finally for a brief second nothing was moving. Not the Quinox. Not his friends. His clothing was in disarray, covered in dirt and gore, his once vibrant red hair now a dull faded color. His one arm was covered in blood and still full of quills though most of them had broken off. Strauss was unsure of whether he should even try pulling them out, doubtless they were barbed and pulling them out would cause even more bleeding. He stared at the dead bodies of friend and foe alike sinking his sword into the ground and leaning on it.

What kind of sick game forced people with no combat experience into a life or death situation? They had hardly gotten anywhere and they had already practically lost. How were they going to get out of here. Esmay's comment revived his attention, they had to try, and sitting here would do nothing. Shaking his head vigorously he stood up and simply said, "Come on." He couldn't muster the spirit to say anything else, so he grabbed his sword and one laying on the ground and kept moving forward, hoping they would find something or someone or anything to help them in this hopeless mockery of a quest.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Krysthane: Armoury

Krysthane grinned and pondered the task given them. Create some sort of functional and helpful piece of headgear hm? The first thing that popped into mind were goggles for protection from the elements. But as she thought of that she considered if she made a sort of diving helmet, one that had a breathing mask and goggles so you could see clearly underwater. Deep in thought she quickly made her way to the scrap room and managed to find a pair of lenses that she liked as well as a broken pair of goggles. She quickly replaced the missing lenses and though about how to go about things next.

Honestly Krysthane wasn't quite sure where to go from here. She grabbed her notebook and began scribbling her design in it. She needed to create some sort of breathing mask, maybe something that ran on dust and allowed you to breath underwater without an air tank. Yeah that sounded cool. Krysthane scribblings grew more pronounced as she filled out her idea, it looked like she would probably need to place an order to complete It though. Regardless she liked the idea and decided that she would continue attempting that.

Table of Monsters

Dorisma yawned, too much walking for her tastes. As they traveled she began shadow boxing, lightly dashing back and forth, by the time some of the kobolds spoke about rumors of a ninja she had worked up a decent sweat. Figuring that was a decent enough warm-up Dorisma simply continued walking keeping an eye out for trouble and half hoping it showed up. She needed to punch something...

The Magic Apprentice(s) (REBOOT)

@Aisling Fairly confident GM would say the more the merrier but I can't say for certain.@olcharlieboi you plan on making a GM post or letting us find each other at this point?

Edge of Tamriel - Aetherium

Shinon nodded, "Of course" he said simply and followed Qa-Ra, keeping his eyes out for any sings of trouble. He was also curious to see what the scroll merchant had to offer but getting provisions for their trip was more important. Getting a map was of course, important as well. Luckily for him it seemed the others were more inclined to leading so for the most part he just had to follow. Simple enough

Actions: Follow Qa-Ra and watch for trouble

Calling all Male Demons! And Human Females….

Neven stepped forward and grabbed a book, not caring if it was his or not. "Since it looks like this party is over, I'm going to my room." Neven said bluntly and did just that. Once he arrived at his room he checked out the book. They actually expected him to use this? Whatever, he signed his name and got on his laptop browsing for some clothing for the masquerade and the 80's thing. Though he was considering ditching the 80's party, the masquerade ball was much more appealing. After a bit of searching he rubbed his eyes and yawned, while that was enough effort for one day, time for a nap.

Edge of Tamriel - Aetherium

Is killing children character development/achievements/asignificant encounter? XD

_{jk don't smite me :¢}

Calling all Male Demons! And Human Females….

Neven MIGHT help escapees but he wouldn't think of it himself, and he probably wouldn't escape with them.

dont worry about it

[@Minumu]

Exam

The mouth laughed as it was nearly touching him now, the mouth gaping wide open as if about to consume him, "Foolish human.., ahah" at this rate Max would be crushed within a minute, and his magic run out in nearly three times that length at earliest.

[@TheHangedMa]

Exam

The instructor hmmed thoughtfully, "Word magic, a most effective method and very reliable. Can be flighty in combat though since it allows your opponent more time to react." The calm analytical voice betrayed nothing of what was to come. The only warning was a slight shaking of the muddy ground and some sort of enormous worm leapt out of the ground mouth agape. It was ahead of where Meruin and her boulder were traveling and it was easily large enough to swallow both of them whole.

[@olcharlieoi]

Exam

His proctor's voice was practically pulsating with pleasure. "Mhm, very impressive." When he slammed onto the track it gave a massive, ear-piercing, screeching sound and slowed to a crawl. Even a turtle could probably outrun it at this point. When he threw himself onto the first blade at first it lifted him a couple of inches of the ground but then slowly crashed back onto the track remaining immobile. The process was successful repeated with the next two. "Whenever you're ready hun, you're just about through." his proctor's voice echoed throughout encouragingly. When he continued forward on the crawling track he would find a brick wall. It covered the whole track but beneath it there was a drop into unseen depths. The distance between the edge of the hole and the wall was easy enough to make if he did a running jump, even without enhancements. What you could do at that point was a matter of some debate.

@yukisaa[hider=Exam]
"Come back." the golem called out slowly, its voice dull but managing to show displeasure. It reached down to the earth again and this time yelled out angrily and grabbed the earth and ripped it up. Like a carpet the dirt between the golem and her whipped into the air, sending her flying into the air if she didn't dodge it.

@Shikaru

Exam

"Boring, death mode." the coach said casually from the sidelines. Suddenly all sunlight vanished, just a dismal sort of gray. A roaring sound came from behind him and now a massive drill nearly three times as tall as Arcadius being propelled by a monster truck was screeching towards him. There was also some sort of intangible barrier surrounding the track that prevented Arcadius from leaving it. The coach grinned, "Run!"

The Magic Apprentice(s) (REBOOT)

Bristle yawned as he trudged through the crispy snow, the white powder making a delightful crunching noise beneath his shoes as he sunk in. He wished he had thought to bring gloves, now he couldn't even play his lute because of how cold his hands were. Bristle stuck his hands under his armpits attempting to keep them warm as best he could. Maybe he should've planned this a little better, oh well, it couldn't be that bad out here. At worse he died right?

Shrugging nonchalantly he continued wandering through the forest seeking some sort of landmark, road, marker, anything to help give him some sense of direction. He would've thought that a wizard would live somewhere a little more pleasant, though maybe the castle had some sort of super nice heating system, like a hot spring. Bristle grinned just at the thought of lounging around in a hot spring. A clump of snow falling of a tree and landing on the back of his neck quickly brought him back to reality and he picked up his pace a little.