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Persona - Academic Akrasia

Kimiko Maita & Yatsufusa

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@Crimmy@Savo@GarlandDaHero@Suku

As if watching a movie, Kimiko stood resolute as she drew the attention of one of the fire monsters, unable to do anything more. Her life might be over. The fire would come and consume them. But Kimiko would die so her friends could live.

Friends?

I know. Shut up.

Kimiko waited for the searing heat to wash over her, for her distraction to be of value and draw away the monsters' ire as they tore into her lifeless and charred corpse. The flames drew near, crashed into her... and washed over her harmlessly, the power of her Persona reflecting the attack back at the enemy.

I... I live. I'm alive! Kimiko was exuberant, but it seemed as though the monster had some intelligence about it as it retreated to attack the others. Ok, so that worked, but only temporarily. What else can I do, Yatsu?

The names of spells appeared in her mind as words on a grimoire's page: Dia, Agi, Sukukaja. Meaningless terms that somehow were already defined in her mind. Fire will be useless against them. No one is seriously hurt yet... Kimiko rushed forward, stepping between Kaede and the flaming figures. "I believe I can be of assistance," she said calmly before placing a hand on her ally's shoulder. "Sukukaja!" she called out, feeling a bit silly. Yatsufusa's form rose from behind her and, with a mighty howl, bestowed the hastening spell upon the drama President.

"Please tell me that worked..."

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

Silence fell over the area as the blood from the unarmored priestess stained the tile floor of the cathedral, pooling around Yvah's feet in her rage. There were no sounds of soldiers coming to the aid of the now deceased band of worshippers, nor were there any audible indication of whether this murder were justified by any means. All around were dead bodies laying cold on the ground, the eyes of those still intact looking up at the party.

>Experience gained: 250 XP.

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Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

Not willing to stick around and become seafood, the Priestess motioned towards the trident that hung in the air. It swung towards the unsuspecting Ulor, piercing his side. "You will not follow me if you care for your friend's life!" she called out as she bolted away.

>Mechanics: The trident hits Ulor for 7 piercing damage. Ulor has 1 HP remaining. Those adjacent to the Priestess (Lex and Daisy) may make an attack of opportunity if they wish.

With their combined attacks, the Priestess stopped dead in her tracks, collapsing to the ground under the divine smite of the paladin.

>Affected: @Turbowraith, @Oraculum, and @Ermine

>Battle Complete!

Fabula Nova Crystallis: War of Transgression

((OOC: Combo Post with @JBRam2002 & @ChickenTeriyaki))

The first several minutes of their journey was filled with conversation and, in some cases, bickering, but the crew soon quieted down, their exhaustion overtaking their speech. The group made the rest of the way in relative silence, Julian leading their formation and rarely looking back. Eventually, they could see a fire burning in the distance. “That’s our camp,” Julian said quietly. “We should be there in only a few more minutes.”

The plains were rather peaceful during the group’s steady march. Herds of animals walked by, not paying heed towards the advance of the party. Unknown to them, they had company. Within a cluster of trees hid a sneaky mercenary, who held his guns close to him. He wasn’t exactly a mercenary, but he used to be one.

And he was just as cunning as one of them would be.

His eyes focused upon the vast scenery, despite the dark of the night hindering his optical prowess. Within his sight would be the camp that he was in charge of defending. He then noticed a group of people approaching. Within the group, he spotted a handful of people with various attire. Using what the light of the bonfire provided him with, he made out the appearances of some of the people within the party. The sentry recognized the unique outfits that some of the newcomers were wearing, and a surge of adrenaline ran throughout his body.

Pulsians.

The sentry had to act quickly. He made his way out of the cover provided to him by the trees and approached the group with precisely timed footsteps. His stealth was not something to mess with. Upon getting close enough to the party, he aimed a handgun at them and began to speak:

“Looks like there are beans to be spilled.”

As they approached the camp, Julian seemed to relax significantly. Their mission was at an end and, despite the various setbacks, could be considered at least a partial success. As such, he was caught unawares as the man approached them. Julian immediately raised his cane to counter, but soon lowered it upon recognizing the voice. “Rice. It’s me, Julian. I’m back from my mission, and I brought a few new allies for our cause.”

“Julian? Welcome to the club, then.”

Upon hearing Julian’s name, the sentry lowered his handgun and holstered it. He walked towards the bonfire, which illuminated the slender body of a man clad in a military vest and several other bodily implements. He squatted and let the heat wash over his face, and the group would be able to make out the face of a red-haired man wearing glasses tinted with a similar shade of red.

“Good evening peeps. You’re all going to be staying here for the rest of the day. Name’s Rice, by the way.”

Julian nodded and pointed out the new faces. “And we’ve also... captured a member of PSICOM,” Julian added, pointing towards Isis. “We’re still figuring out what to do with him, but please keep an eye on him until we have more information.” With that, Julian gave a short yawn. “Man, I’m beat. We’ve been running almost all day. Could you run ahead and tell Cid we’re coming?”

The sentry nodded at Julian’s news.

“That’s some loot you’ve got there, friend. I’ll be watching the PSICOM member until you get the needed info. Cid’ll know of you arrival shortly. Sorry for the hostility, by the way. My flashlight ran out of power.”

“By the way, I can’t believe you’ve been running around all day while wearing that silly hat. Don’t tell me you’re hiding a chocobo in there, kiddo.”

With all that said, Rice took off. He muttered a few words to himself, then turned back for a moment and aimed a wide grin at some brown-haired girl within the group. He then walked away.

“Some people appreciate fashion!” Julian called after Rice as he walked off. He gave a quiet huff of annoyance before collecting himself once more. “Shall we?” he said to the group. “I’m sure I’m not the only one who would appreciate taking a load off his feet. Hopefully, there will be no more surprises until we get there.”

As he spoke, he glanced over the crew and noticed for the first time the state that Isis was in. “I know he can be a talkative one, but was that really necessary?” Julian asked, rubbing his temples. “Fine, as long as he’ll be okay, I’m sure a headache or two is a better price to pay. Let’s go.”

Julian led the group across a scenic outcropping, the skies just barely beginning to brighten from the impending dawn. Members of the camp began to stir, and Cid could be seen talking to the redheaded scout next to the bonfire. “Maurice, please make sure our guest of honor wakes up and sees me in my tent. I’ll need to figure out what we should do with him. The rest of you, please introduce yourselves. Get to know the crew. With PSICOM on our heels, we’ll need to pack up and leave soon, but we should have time for a short rest first.”

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Tales of Maoria: A 5E D&D Adventure

@The Mighty Hero Agree with the statement above. There are a lot of people, myself included, awaiting DM response. We need regular replies to make things work. I can only speak for myself, but if I don't get a response within the next couple of days, I'll have to drop to make room for other options.

Update: Just saw the 0th post. I shall unsubscribe for now. Please mention me when you have a chance to continue this.

D&D 5e - High Seas and Tall Tales

After Dyn's introduction, Jill patted the Beholder lightly on the side, indicating that she understood his gambit. "I am Jill Orion," the captain spoke up. "Mage and songstress. My job is to keep this crew in good spirits. I think I can speak for all of us when I say a tour would be greatly appreciated, and if it concludes in a tavern, we should be even more grateful."

Cynthia gave a small bow to each of the crew who introduced themselves. "Then a tour you shall receive! Let us be off!" The merfolk seemed completely unphased by the advances from the kobold, nearly as unphased as she appeared when addressed by the beholder. Once they had traveled a short distance away from the outpost, she spoke up again. "I apologize for Lucian's behavior. It's just that we have all been on edge since the last time those drakes showed up. They ransacked the town and drove off the marid that kept us safe. They are the worst of the worst, and Lucian hates almost anyone who associates with them. I could tell that you were caught unawares by this revelation, however."

They soon reached the outskirts of the town, denoted by a simple sign with foreign writing etched upon it. Instead of the familiar buildings springing up from the ground, each home or business had a small opening in the ground covered by a doorway made from driftwood or a shell. A sign was next to each opening, either made from similar materials, or directly carved into the coral itself. The signs and doorways were adorned with a myriad of beautiful artwork of nearly every sort describing in imagery the inhabitants or purpose of the establishment. Thus, despite not knowing the language, any in the party could easily determine where any entrance promised to lead.

Cynthia for her part was a wonderful tour guide, even if the initial tour was fairly short. Most of the businesses in town could be seen at a glance from the top of the coral, or were a short walk or swim away. With no buildings in the way, there was little need for streets, and the few people they saw above the surface of the coral spent a minimal amount of time passing from one opening to another, some giving a wave to Cynthia and others ignoring the group altogether. Cynthia pointed out the commerce center, the administrative area, and the militia district, as well as points of interest such as the marid's former manse, the entertainment district, and their food production centers where fish and other seafood was processed. Despite her (somewhat detailed yet generic) descriptions, the only thing the group saw was the coral and the signs bearing testimony to each area.

"I could take you into the coral," Cynthia suggested, "but if you want for privacy, the surface is your best option. Space is a commodity down below, and we are all packed in rather tightly. Why don't you tell me why you're really here, now that a dozen tridents aren't pointing at you. Don't worry, I don't bite." Cynthia glanced over towards Askia and winked. "Much."

RPG on Mobile?

As someone who uses mobile constantly on this site, it works perfectly fine as is. Most mobile versions of sites tend to be a lot more restrictive on what you can do on the mobile version. This leads to me (and likely many others) nearly always requesting the desktop version anyways. I'd rather see Mahz's limited time spent on more useful options.

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

((DM Note: Ghosting @Oraculum))

Ulor leaps through the doorway, untouched by the flames as he sends a blast of eldritch energy after the fleeing Priestess. However, his shot flies wide, the silvery blast striking the door hinge and not even getting close to its target.

>Mechanics: Ulor rolled a 20 DEX check to pass through the doorway, but rolled a 7 on his attack. That's a nat 2. Come on, Ulor.

>Next: @Mistiel

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D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

Of course the gnome had to stop moving. If there was one thing Katia knew, it was to never stop moving if the place you are in was dangerous. The gnome evidently never had her wilderness training, but she would think one as book smart as he appeared to be from his magics would at least have read something along those lines. It mattered little to her. The group could take care of themselves easily enough, even if the gnome led them into a trap.

However, her presence would need to be addressed, despite her addressing it being the least beneficial thing she could do for her own plans. She dropped down from the rooftop directly behind the gnome and tapped him on the shoulder. "Miss me?" she asked with a wink. "And no, black cats are bad luck. That's why I hide in shadows instead of bringing the danger to you. However, this does us no good if we all stand around like statues in the middle of the street. Take us to safety before the darkness strikes again, if you please."

She noted that the gnome directly avoided answering any questions about the Green Man. This did not bode well for their future relationship. Either the gnome was too deaf or too stubborn to answer this simple question, and neither was a good sign. "I believe the gentleman asked you a question, Birbin. I too would like to know more about this Green Man as well, such as why he is referred to with a color instead of a name. Very few people choose such monikers, and I generally trust them little."

@The Harbinger of Ferocity