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I've rolled a d20 and it came up ....
12!
Which means @Loki Odinson is up! :D If you're ready, let me know how you'd like to proceed! I can take a lot of control or just play background, your call.
I've rolled a d20 and it came up ....
12!
Which means @Loki Odinson is up! :D If you're ready, let me know how you'd like to proceed! I can take a lot of control or just play background, your call.
@TMS Prime If you'd prefer to pass, you may certainly do so! :3
@Tojin Woohoo thanks!
(Also, if anyone wants to post reactions in the meantime, definitely feel free!)
@Tojin Woohoo thanks!
(Also, if anyone wants to post reactions in the meantime, definitely feel free!)
@Loki Odinson@Tenma Tendo@TMS Prime@Juicy@Tojin
We need a volunteer to go first! Who wants to go first with your adventure, pick a number between 1 and 20! I will roll a d20, the closest person wins!
We need a volunteer to go first! Who wants to go first with your adventure, pick a number between 1 and 20! I will roll a d20, the closest person wins!
In the same quiet moment -- while the dark sea breathed and the distant light flickered -- what follows happened all at once:
Evelio Laughier laughed at the pitiful distress of a puppy trapped in the swirling refuse.
Madame Grouse snapped for her cane to be fetched, so the same pup could therewith be rescued.
Capella Seis toppled, rolling and tumbling, from her perch atop a dune that overlooked the mote.
Demorra rushed across the sand, arms outstretched, in order to prevent Capella's injury.
Griff Sylvestro gave an echoing shout and, with a flash of a blade, struck the face of the mote.
A sudden blue light seared their eyes and engulfed them all. The hollow toll of a bell reverberated in their skulls, as loud and ominous as if they stood in a belltower at the turn of the hour. The shock of light and sound would send the weakest of them to their knees -- and when their hands hit the ground, they would feel thick grass where there had been sand a moment before.
When the bright blindness faded from their eyes, they would find bright daylight sifting down through the soft branches above.
When the ringing faded from their ears, they would hear the cheerful warble and chirp of songbirds all around.
The sand, the water, the distant light, the night ... were all gone.
The birch trees here were pencil-straight, and the ground clear of all but a soft carpet of bright grass -- above, the high canopies shifted the dapples of sunlight. The result was a forest that seemed hollow and empty, full of thin white columns and quiet mysteries.
The reluctant travelers were not alone.
A mote sat in the small clearing in which they found themselves -- but it was not the same mote they had found at the seaside. This was perfectly round, made of a dark reddish stone that towered a few feet higher than the tallest of the travelers. It was etched with carvings that were very different from those of the first mote, but somehow the strokes resembled a similar style. These were dim, but a faint red light glowed deep within.
As they watched, the grass directly surrounding this mote began to grow and change color -- violet grasses thickened, jointed, curled and waved their new fronds in an unsettling manner ... as if they were fingers seeking something to grasp.
Evelio Laughier laughed at the pitiful distress of a puppy trapped in the swirling refuse.
Madame Grouse snapped for her cane to be fetched, so the same pup could therewith be rescued.
Capella Seis toppled, rolling and tumbling, from her perch atop a dune that overlooked the mote.
Demorra rushed across the sand, arms outstretched, in order to prevent Capella's injury.
Griff Sylvestro gave an echoing shout and, with a flash of a blade, struck the face of the mote.
A sudden blue light seared their eyes and engulfed them all. The hollow toll of a bell reverberated in their skulls, as loud and ominous as if they stood in a belltower at the turn of the hour. The shock of light and sound would send the weakest of them to their knees -- and when their hands hit the ground, they would feel thick grass where there had been sand a moment before.
When the bright blindness faded from their eyes, they would find bright daylight sifting down through the soft branches above.
When the ringing faded from their ears, they would hear the cheerful warble and chirp of songbirds all around.
The sand, the water, the distant light, the night ... were all gone.
The birch trees here were pencil-straight, and the ground clear of all but a soft carpet of bright grass -- above, the high canopies shifted the dapples of sunlight. The result was a forest that seemed hollow and empty, full of thin white columns and quiet mysteries.
The reluctant travelers were not alone.
A mote sat in the small clearing in which they found themselves -- but it was not the same mote they had found at the seaside. This was perfectly round, made of a dark reddish stone that towered a few feet higher than the tallest of the travelers. It was etched with carvings that were very different from those of the first mote, but somehow the strokes resembled a similar style. These were dim, but a faint red light glowed deep within.
As they watched, the grass directly surrounding this mote began to grow and change color -- violet grasses thickened, jointed, curled and waved their new fronds in an unsettling manner ... as if they were fingers seeking something to grasp.
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@Eventua Sure, Dozing seems like the kinda place that'd be crawling with Bobblings. xD
@Eventua Haha all of it is brilliant! As is Krita's commentary. <3
'Waddling Thing' is of course its official name and we must bring it onboard.
It's occurred to me that I have no idea how we're going to prevent Stone from eating your community.
'Waddling Thing' is of course its official name and we must bring it onboard.
It's occurred to me that I have no idea how we're going to prevent Stone from eating your community.
@Eventua I've changed my mind on previously posted decisions, which seem obviously wrong now -- Krita, especially, shouldn't be limited in his use of the community, in order to even remotely compete with everyone else! I've edited the above. x3 He's also totally approved! Please do copy him over to the characters tab! I'd really like everyone to be meeting Golby right now for the first time though, if that's ok with you! :D
And everyone else -- it's looking like you guys don't even need me, the dynamic among you all is potentially explosive on its own, haha.
And everyone else -- it's looking like you guys don't even need me, the dynamic among you all is potentially explosive on its own, haha.
@Eventua This is really awesome and unique! I have to mention, though, that in previous OOC responses I've already denied another player a request to have known the captain/crew ahead of time. The CS is exactly the character's application submitted to a captain they've never met for consideration as a part of his crew. I'm gonna have to insist on that, sorry!
We can, however, say that they've been in communication before. Say, Krita had sent out a distress signal and received a response from Golby via HOBO, saying he's rather unable to help at the moment but he's accepting applications for future crewmates. You could assume a bit of conversation back and forth, but physically they haven't met.
As for the swarm! How about a combination of your suggestions: your original community, once onboard, would be confined to the ship. Any excursions , Krita would go out alone -- this is basically because I can't imagine keeping track of what's happening if there's a swarm of little gobbos running around, haha. I'll let you know if there are any communities in the area -- if I forget to mention it, feel free to ask.
Edit: on second thought, and given developments IC right now, limiting your access to the community would put your character at a severe disadvantage so I'll take it back. Go forth and swarm to your heart's content! xD (I still really want to RP out a first meeting between all the characters and Golby, though! We can be creative with how the community is gonna transport over to the Dozing ruins -- maybe some kind of weird land-scudder animal-machine-thing that they've hitchhiked on?)
We can, however, say that they've been in communication before. Say, Krita had sent out a distress signal and received a response from Golby via HOBO, saying he's rather unable to help at the moment but he's accepting applications for future crewmates. You could assume a bit of conversation back and forth, but physically they haven't met.
As for the swarm! How about a combination of your suggestions: your original community, once onboard, would be confined to the ship. Any excursions , Krita would go out alone -- this is basically because I can't imagine keeping track of what's happening if there's a swarm of little gobbos running around, haha. I'll let you know if there are any communities in the area -- if I forget to mention it, feel free to ask.
Edit: on second thought, and given developments IC right now, limiting your access to the community would put your character at a severe disadvantage so I'll take it back. Go forth and swarm to your heart's content! xD (I still really want to RP out a first meeting between all the characters and Golby, though! We can be creative with how the community is gonna transport over to the Dozing ruins -- maybe some kind of weird land-scudder animal-machine-thing that they've hitchhiked on?)
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