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Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

AGH SHIT I POSTED THE COLLAB HERE.

Thank god the edit button is here.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Elsewhere with @King Cosmos, @CriticalHit, @Old Amsterdam, @ReusableSword, @Lucius Cypher, and @floodtalon

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The feverish rage that encompassed Digbie had faded when the <Woodland Pick^TM> was picked up, and he was kind of relieved to see that. He held the pickaxe close to him as he watched the two goblins get away. Despite Crispy being a bit of a jerk to him in the past (well, if his memory served him well he was), this green skinned digger still felt kind of glad he got away. It was only because the two were still kind of siblings in some weird way. Otherwise, Crispy was a dick.

He wanted to save the goblin girl, though. She seemed really cool. Maybe she could fashion a good pick for him.

A few moments passed before Digbie's stomach churned a little in his gut, making a semi-audible sound. Ah yes, he was still kind of hungry. Thankfully, the charred rat he threw earlier wasn't completely gone. Digbie went up to the charred carcass of the rat and kicked a bit of dirt onto it, putting out the remaining flames it was covered in. After that, Digbie grabbed the beast's tail in one hand and pulled it as he followed the lizard who took charge. She seemed to have more of a level head than Mourningstar, since she actually said something somewhat sensible.

While he trailed behind the new lizard, Digbie tried his hardest to analyze the beast he was dragging, seeing if it was at all edible underneath the charred hide. At the very least, he wanted to try and inspect it for what he could see about it.

Inventory

+ <Curved Rock^TM>
+ <Woodland Pick^TM>

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@POOHEAD189
Oh shit whoops. Sorry.

We're trying to get the collab done. It shouldn't be much longer hopefully.

The Narrow Path

In the wagon, you only see the figures of all the party members around, save Jen and Brock (the two are likely commanding the helm). You see Eve over being kinda scared in the corner, Gobbo meditating in what's been claimed as his room, a cloudy green mist surrounding him as he meditates, and you see Stride and Magdalene at Stride's desk. Stride's working on a trinket that he liked, and Magdalene is observing him in his work. Hell, Magdalene is even talking to him occasionally, as if she's giving recommendations or questions to the man.

It's kind of cute, seeing her so invested in what's going on.

You've got time ahead of you, might be a few hours or days, but you have time. Whatever you desire to do is your choice.

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@Old Amsterdam@ProPro@Eklispe
Mastar (if that wasn't obvious).

Revenant: A Sci-Fi Adventure (Always Accepting!)

The door creaked open slowly, only to reveal Tibulass in the corner of the bathroom, sitting right beside the sink and with the trashcan off to the side. From the way she was leaning against the wall, it was pretty evident that she wasn't having a fun time. Even moreso with the abundance of bile in the toilet in the room. The girl glanced up at Harriet and mustered a few words out of her. "I... knew I was missing... something in that code..."

It had been a bit less evident before, but looking at Tibulass' head revealed two things. The minor thing was a bit of a needed adjustment to a side of her hair, but the other was the bigger kicker. The surgical thread covering a long injury on her head. Even though the wound looked like there was brand new skin covering it and nothing arose, the light shining against the nervous sweat of her nausea-induced anxiety revealed the different texture of the skin against her head. It was a new injury, but it seemed like it was sewn up expertly. It wasn't the prettiest cut, but it was definitely noticeable now that tensions died down.

"... um... c-can I get any sort of anti-nausea meds? I feel like I'm going to fuckin' die."

@t2wave

The Narrow Path

You could swear your entire arm was on the ground in a smoldering pile of ash about -12 seconds ago. Huh. Maybe your memory is off.

Eve stutters for a moment before simply speaking. "I-I'll be in the wagon..." As soon as she finishes speaking, she hastily moves into the tent. You can definitely tell that she's incredibly embarrassed, even if everything turned out okay.

Brock steps over to you, his signature sword sticking out of the sheath on his back. "Is... is she alright? I've met a fair number of harpies, but that shade of red seemed a bit peculiar for a phoenix."

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Elsewhere with @King Cosmos, @CriticalHit, @Old Amsterdam, @ReusableSword, @Lucius Cypher, and @floodtalon

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Digbie was ready to wallop the goblin who insulted him with his curved rock, but he was pleasantly surprised when he found Orochi there, saving his kiester! Good lizard, he was. Digbie could feel something forming in Orochi and him, whether it was a sense of trust or not. It was honest, if anything. That was besides the point though. With everything that was happening, Digbie needed to help out in some way that wasn't just throwing rats at enemies. He was out of ammo to keep doing that.

Then Digbie noticed it. The goblin that was dying, he dropped the pick! Then there was also the flaming goblin who was slowly coming to his senses. Within an instant, Digbie understood what he wanted to do.

Equipping his <Stone Spike^TM>, Digbie ran forward with the weapon trailing behind him like a massive sword. It clearly wasn't, but he was wielding it like it was. The goblin ran forward and made a stupid split-second decision. He heaved the spike over his shoulder and javelined it at Crispy, aiming for his torso and trying to knock the wind out of him. If that worked, then he'd be down for a few more seconds and it'd be a valuable use of his tool. Meanwhile, his main target was in his sights, next to that other lizard. The ultimate digging tool was there, and Digbie needed it more than anything at that moment. He needed more inventory, of course, but since he no longer had the <Stone Spike^TM>, he could get the pickaxe. He ran for it to pick it up, and hopefully he didn't fumble the grab.

Thankfully, he didn't, and Digbie was delighted to receive and equip the <Woodland Pick^TM>! A valuable digging tool for his arsenal!

Inventory

+ <Stone Spike^TM> (Thrown at Crispy)
+ <Curved Rock^TM>
+ <Woodland Pick^TM>

The Narrow Path

"Anytime. Any friend of Brock is welcome here, as long as you have him with you."

You step back outside to see Brock calmly sitting at the front of the wagon, a whip in his hand. Behind him is Jen, who's a bit unhappy to be next to the skeleton, but she'd have to put up with it for now. Eve is right beside you as you feel your metal arm warm up significantly more than it already had before. Looking beside you reveals a small draft of sooty smoke lighting up from your arm.

As soon as Eve realizes what happened, she lets go and backs up. Her face red with blush from embarrassment, she chirps. "S-Sorry! I got a bit careless!"

The Narrow Path

"Yeah, I guess you're right." Eve hugs your arm as you walk back to the temporary base.

When you return, you see Jen's tent draped and attached to a wagon, seemingly a mobile source of movement for a constant base. Not too shabby. You also see Charlie and Jen's horse sitting at the front of the wagon, seemingly conversing (though they are definitely at odds with each other). Jen approaches you and takes the metals out of your hand, carrying them with abnormal ease. You'd question it, but then again... it's Jen.

"Bronze and steel? You chose strong metals," Jen says before she puts the box in the back of the wagon. "Say your goodbyes to Abigail Sinclair. We are not going to be here for much longer."