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Cassidy raising her voice and looking so serious would have been enough cause for alarm, but now she was warning about something within the park, and her words made Loch's mind flash back to what they had read earlier.
"Stealing the years of children...?" Loch muttered, more to themself than anyone else. But before they could ask anything else, O'Malley decided he had his own bombshell to drop. "Wait, faeries? Like... pixies, brownies, banshees and the like? Are you telling me that's what we're dealing with?!"
I just did a dice roll, but accidentally rolled 2d6s instead of 2d12s. I rolled a 5 and a 4 so could I just treat that as a 9 on my Hope Dice and roll one more d12 to determine the result of the Fear Dice?
sure thing
though remember if you're about to make a move against the auroch, you have advantage, thanks to your prayer to Rohkin
Loch's grin faltered slightly when O'Malley referred to them as 'm'lass'.
Ah, right. They forgot about that. They weren't sure exactly how to address the pronouns issue. It certainly didn't seem like the most important thing right now, and they weren't even sure how easy it would to be to explain to him.
He was, after all, an animatronic at a children's establishment.
Based seemingly on the personality of an Irish gangster from the 80s and 90s.
It was kind of the closest experience Loch would ever have to coming out to a grandparent, now that they thought of it.
"I-I see," Loch said in response to O'Malley's answer, filing those thoughts away for the moment as the much more important topic of a "missing person" case came to the forefront. They certainly hadn't come across that on their cursory research of the park. At least that gave some resolution to the "who had opened the door" mystery.
"Err, something like that," Loch answered O'Malley's question about whether they were searching for cryptids. Cryptids, mysterious organisation, mass conspiracies about kidnapping people to use them as basis for AI. In the eyes of the common man, they probably were all of similar ridiculousness... then again, could O'Malley be considered a 'common man', either the animatronic himself or the man his personality had been based on?
Before Loch could elaborate, a third person joined their conversation, one familiar to both of them: Cassidy Byrne, former Olympic martial artist turned spooky psychic. The simultaneous sensation of her presence being unexpected while also inevitable washed over Loch. It was also tinged with discomfort, in part because she seemed to be armed.
"Yeah, I agree with the platypus," Loch said. "Approaching someone in the dark while holding a gun doesn't give the friendliest of vibes."
Bet ya'll didn't expect a new post today! Anyway, I got to spend my first fear token of the campaign and used it to summon the most terrifying of creatures: a swarm of flies.
Feliana hesitantly nods before making her way back across the bridge she had carried Prino over earlier.
As Dimple begins his prayer, he immediately feels the attention of something far bigger and grander than himself zero in on him. While his eyes are closed, he no longer feels as if he's hovering in the middle of Alula. He feels likes he's somewhere else, somewhere deeper within the Fanewick, standing in the shadow of some colossal creature, larger than even the auroch that is attacking the village, and much, much older. The sounds of Alula in chaos seem to fade away for a moment as Dimple is seeming trapped in this being's presence, as if under some divine judgement.
Then this being breaks the silence with a loud bellow, much deeper than the one the auroch had made earlier. Dimple is forced out of his mind, his eyes involuntarily opening as he finds himself back in Alula, floating over the auroch. The presence and the feeling of being somewhere else, somewhere ethereal and ancient, had faded.
But he can still hear that bellow, and it seems he is not the only one. Several villagers pause in whatever they doing, be they villagers starting to panic or hunters and guardsmen readying to fight against the auroch. Even the auroch itself lifts up its ears, and then its whole head to sky. If anyone were paying attention to its eyes, they're notice they neither look unfocused nor angry.
Its eyes look... wistful, as it is temporarily distracted from its rage.
Somewhere deep within the Fanewick, Rohkin hears Dimple's prayer and responds with his approval. The Auroch is temporarily distracted and Dimple has advantage on his next roll against the Auroch.
As Arnannel near the top of the ladder, a hand reaches down, grasping his shoulder and pulling him the rest of the way up. It was the older human hunter who had ascended before him. The other hunters are around him. A couple are still regarding Arnannel suspiciously, but most of them are focused on the auroch. At Pepper's magically-enhanced shout, the human hunter motions to his comrades. "You heard the girl," he said. "Light some arrows and starting firing at the bastard!" As the other hunters start readying themselves, the hunter turns his attention back to Arnannel. "You seem pretty good with a bow," he said. "Mind helping out?"
Pepper's shout draws the attention from several hunters and watchmen, including the green ribbit who had previously called out to her, who were now hurrying to battle stations and readying their bows.
The auroch was thankfully too distracted by the sudden bellow from somewhere else in the Fanewick to pay attention to her... but her shout does draw the attention of something else. Pepper hears the sound of high-pitched buzzing as several bloated, fist-sized flies come flying out of the foliage, drawn by the scent of rot the auroch is radiating. Since Pepper is the closest thing when they emerge, they made a beeline for her and start swarming.
I'm a spending a Fear token to make an additional GM move, introducing a new adversary: a swarm of large flies. They attempt to attack Pepper, but they roll a 4. Apparently they're so drunk on the scent of rot they are unable to land an attack on her.
... That was a great use of a Fear Token, good job, me. xD
Greenbeard, Mito and Spix all follow Capriccio out of the pub, and all four of them witness the chaos that Alula has become. Cappricio will just about hear Pepper's shout, drawing attention to where she is, currently being swarm with flies. He'll also see several hunters and watch-men readying bows and torches to rain fiery arrows upon the auroch, who is temporarily distracted by a distant bellow.
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