Lucius Cypher

Gaia Frontier (5e)

@ihinka

Duration of the spell says ten minutes, so presumably that’s how long it’ll take before you wake up. That’s effectively 1000 turns.

While this was partly to give Black Keys a meaningful way to return into the IC, if he hasn’t gotten a post by my next mega post, I’ll just take Shem’et for a magical ride.

Gaia Frontier (5e)

Shem'et | Jarynth

The pixie was shocked and frankly afraid when Shem'et actually managed to grab her. Dodging the green man's attacks were easy, to the pixie he moved like a particularly lazy turtle. But the cat was faster and the little fey didn't realize that Shem'et would so quickly turn on her. The tabaxi proceeded to make demands that the pixie didn't understand, and her scared expression started to turn fearful. The orc was far less willing to negotiate than the tabaxi was and simply raised his oar over his head. "Enuff talk! Just smash da bug!" Between all of this shouting, the pixie screamed at the top of her lungs fearfully, Shem'et's hand would feel uncomfortably warm, and suddenly the entire area around them exploded into pixie dust.

The first to drop was the orc. Before he could get a swing at the pixie his vision got blurry, his grip weakened, and he fell to the side. Shem'et was the second to get hit; her grip would also feel weakened enough for the fairy to easily fly out before Shem'et would also fall asleep on the forest floor. Alas in her panic, the pixie herself was the third victim of her slumber spell; she barely was able to get more than five feet, hidden underneath a toadstool, before she too fell asleep. Jarynth was the fourth to feel the effects of the spell as a magical slumber washed over his body and made his eyes feel weak. For a moment at least. A second later he'd still be wide awake, unaffected by the sleep spell. He would see a sleeping orc, a slumbering tabaxi, and if he looked carefully he would see a tiny fairy curled up on a mushroom.

Rolls

Sleep Spell = 33 Points of HP.

@ihinka@Black Keys

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Ethan

As Ethan sneaked around the slumbering ogre, and before his eventful meeting with the loose stone, he would spot something odd on the ogre that wasn't immediately obvious when he would first spy upon the ogre's prone back; a glimmering greatsword, which the ogre held close to his body. It was no mere rusted blade possibly looted off a ruined battlefield; this blade was immaculately made, as if forged from moonlight. It's soft, inviting glow would distract Ethan just long enough for him to stumble, and in the process awaken the ogre. The beast lazily stirred, yawning loudly as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. The beast looked at Ethan with indifference as he sneezed, blowing a large glob of mucus right into the young man's face. "Sorry."

The ogre blinked and looked around. He seemed to be thinking about something before looking back at Ethan. "Uh. Garg sorry. Um..." Uncertainly, the ogre reached over the side of the bridge and pulled out a handful of tall water grass, handing it to Ethan. Presumably to wipe his face. "Clean face wif dis?"

@Searat

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Katherine

"My name? It's..." The boy seemed to wince when he tried to say his name and when Katherine mentioned taking him to the surface he stood up and hugged her tightly. "No! I can't go up there! They... They don't want me up there! That's why I'm down here. That's why I came down here but they..." The boy seemed to have quite a grip on Katherine, relative to his size anyways, making it almost impossible for her to get out without a bit of a struggle. "Bad people up there, they don't want me so they put me down here. But when I tried to go up there they chased me down here... I didn't mean to cause any trouble, I was just looking around and then..." The boy seemed to started crying, gripping Katherine's skirt tighter as he buried his face against her body.

@Pyromania99

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Sihlas

Dormic and Ntaj shook the older gentleman's hands and nodded. "It's no trouble at all! Out here in the wilderness, civility is what separates us from the beasts. If you do wish to meditate at the grand tree, please do come find me! While I'm sure some of the others in the village could lead you to it, I take it upon myself to make sure it's well cared for, not to mention it's a fair bit away from the town. While not dangerous in and of itself, a place with that much magical energy can be volitile to even the most subtle of actions. As for the mayor, his name is Nicolas, and his home is near the Town Hall. It's the the largest house nearby. If you see a lot of cats you're going in the right direction. And I'm sure if you can make yourself useful to some of the townsfolk, they may help you find accommodations for tonight. Why, if you can't, simply come find me and I'll see about getting you set up my camp. It's not exactly as comfortable as an inn's bed, but it'll at least keep you out of the elements." With the directions given to Sihlas, he should have no problems finding the mayor's home.

Assuming Sihlas heads straight to the mayor's house, he'd in fact find the mayor quite easily. He was already outside of his home tending to a small garden in front of his home. It was mostly just flowers, which had a few kittens frolicking and lounging around. The man's granddaughter was also nearby trying to get the cats to follow her, however they seemed far more interested in playing among themselves or rolling in the dirt. When she would spot Sihlas she would immediately go and hide behind the mayor, alerting the old man to Sihlas's presence. He would greet him with a polite smile and a wave.

@Kangutso

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Darunia

"Peh, I ain't got problems if you got questions. Better to look naive now than stupid later." Sips says as he puts the bottle of wine away. A few more townsfolk came in and sat at the bar, so Sips simply gave Darunia a curt nod and went to deal with the new customers. The barmaid who had been serving Darunia most of this time went up to him and motioned him to follow her. "I'll show you to your room, right this way." She would lead the drow upstairs where there were more rooms lining the walls, eight in total. She took Darunia to room 02. "Here is your room, and this will be your key." Digging around her apron she handed Darunia a small bronze key with the number 02 etched onto it. She opened the door and revealed the room inside. It was fairly sparse and small; there was a wooden bed pushed into the corner of the room, a small wooden chest at the foot of the bed, a chamber pot at the opposite corner next to the door, and a window with a single curtain. The bed itself had a wooden frame and a single stretched out sheet of linen to serve as a mattress, with a quilt blanket also made of linen and a pillow with some sort of firm but spongy material inside. The wooden chest had a lock on it that could be opened with the room key. The chamber pot was made of clay and had a lid.

"Breakfast is between dawn and mid morning. You'll know it's mid morning when the ships start moving out of the docs. Dinner starts at dusk and ends around the same time we close the bar. If if you need anything for your room such as clean linens or toss out your pot, simply ask me, Sips, or one of the other girls and we'll come as soon as possible. Please try to keep the noise down as much as possible at night for the sake of our other guests. Just as well, if any of the other guests are disturbing you in any way please don't hesitate to come to Sips or Revas and make a complaint."

@The Large Dumbo

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Livia

Nartur snorted. "Bah. You aristocratic types think you can just waltz in here and flaunt your wealth and influence, thinking that'll be enough to sway everyone to be your toadies. I know your game, girl, and we're not about to be pawns in your schemes. Strangers coming in thinking they can own the town just because they were big shots back at home won't last long here. You're in no position to start making deals with us just because that's how things worked where you came from. Here in the frontier, you gotta earn respect." Sure enough everyone here seemed uninterested in Livia beyond the possibility such a dainty girl was going to engage in fisticuffs with Nartur. They were unaffected by Livia's air of nobility and simply saw her as a strange tart coming here asking for drugs and minions.

"There's only two ways you get this hash; you pay for it just like we did, or you earn it fair and square. So either show us the gold, or show some grit."

@Rune_Alchemist

Gaia Frontier (5e)

Damn double post. Here's a picture of a cat.

Gaia Frontier (5e)

@ihinka

I dunno what you're talking about, so it's probably the latter.

Overlord - Glory in a new World

Things were quickly going bad for the Garef as their numbers were quickly getting culled. The undead, unaware of their defeat, would simply continue to fight to their fruitless end. The garef who still lived fled when they could, and if they were too injured to flee, simply hoped that perhaps these powerful warriors would simply leave them alone. Marchosias had no such intentions; if he knew they were alive he finished them off, if not with a stomp to the head, than with a cleave of his blade. The mad warrior rampaged through the battle when he spotted a warrior charging right at him. He was not a garef; nay he looked completely human. However he did not aim his blow towards the goatmen living or dead, but directly towards the executioner. Marchosias did not know if he was friend or foe but anyone who would attack him would not receive mercy!

Before the megaton punch would land Marchosias faced Xavier with his shield raised. "Parry! The knight roared in a foul tongue as his shield would connect to the side of Xavier's fist and Marchosias attempted to redirect the blow. At the same time two of his passive abilities proc'd at that exact moment; Reflected Blows took the force of the Megaton Punch and gave it right back to Xavier at it's full power, which in turn activated a different passive ability, Cursed Wounds. Whatever damage this was going to do to Marchosias not only would also affect Xavier, but the damage he'd cause to himself wouldn't be healed by magic. However what surprised Marchosias was that, unlike with the garef, the executioner felt the damage Xavier was doing. He didn't know how much damage he was doing or how much health Marchosias had, since the HUD has been disabled, but he could definitely tell that compared to the mooks this one was different from the others.

Marchosias also dully took note of the other fighters here going against the Garef. Humanoid people cutting them down with as much ease and gusto as himself. But before Marchosias could really figure out what was going on, some sort of shield maiden was coming right at him. He cursed his luck; he had just used parry and it was on a cooldown now. Just one more second and he could use it again but he knew he wouldn't be able to use it by the time she may attack. He needed to be proactive. "Full Cover!" After parrying the megaton punch, Marchosias would position himself and his shield to ensure that Lena's attacks, whatever they may be, would land flatly against his shield. This would allow him to focus his offense against Xavier while keeping the shield maiden at bay until Marchosias can reposition himself into a better position to battle both.

@Rune_Alchemist@Tim@Zelosse

Gaia Frontier (5e)

@Black Keys

Well you know it’s a pixie. Humanoid, super tiny, has wings. Nothing so far would make you think this one is any different from a run of a mill fairy.

Ruins of Norn: Walking Apocalypse

Remain in initiative order. You're not out of the danger yet if you choose to dawdle outside for very much longer. I won't tell you how much time you have, just know that there's still danger afoot.

Ruins of Norn: Walking Apocalypse

With the last trog dying, a gargling in her throat, it would seem that the immediate danger was over. But surely before the storm had arrived they heard the screams of other trogs coming to assist, and if they didn't act fast, there was no doubt they would be attacked by those very same trogs. Worse still was that the rain was picking up; not only was it getting darker but it was getting louder as well. Within a minute the rain and thunder would get so loud, that if they wished to speak to one another outside they would need to shout. The dark clouds also brought a thick mask of rain and mist that would sever one's vision, even for those who can normally see in the dark. Their only bastion was the massive temple that laid before them; it's stones seemingly unerring even to time and weather. The doors did not seem barred nor did the windows seem broken or damaged, and only the decorative stonework appear notable damaged; everything else was still standing.

A testament of mankind's unending determination against the forces that conspire to end them, or was this place protected by the very eldritch forces that it once warred against? The answers, surely, are inside.

Gaia Frontier (5e)

Nah, cuz something is gunna happen before a such a thing would be needed.

Also for everyone reading, I updated the rules to include a language thingie; instead of surfing the web trying to find an equivalent cypher for your fantasy language, you can just put your dialog between certain symbols to represent you speaking a different language. ~Tildes~ being sylvan, <These sort of brackets being orcish>, so on and so forth. More languages added as needed. Additionally certain niche languages such as drow, naga, and so forth will simply be replaced by it's closest equivalent, such as drow being elvish, naga being draconic, etc.

Gaia Frontier (5e)

Sure, knowledge arcana or nature.