Ms Ravenwinter

Escapism

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Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

The others followed, clumsily. Yvah was far from pleased, especially after the last incident where someone in the group fumbled their sneaking. But she wasn't going to send them off. They wouldn't listen. Why would they, from the person who just slaughtered their lead right in front of them? Instead, Yvah felt it best to grit her teeth and press on. They just survived a dragon attack, sort of, what's the worst that could happen here?

As she rounded the end of the stairs, Yvah's ears twitched at the broadened sound of her surroundings. The flow of water echoed through empty hallways. There was not a sign of any guard here, but perhaps the distant light to her right would have a visitor. She stepped in that direction, freezing when there was a dull thud on glass. Yvah could dimly make out a figure inside one of the distant glass jars, railing against the container.

Without a sound, she darted toward the figure. Coming upon the opening of the next room, she checked corners. Left. Right. Nobody there. There before her on either side were two dull green tanks, each with someone inside. The tank to the right had a female dwarf in it, bound and shackled with barely enough air at the top of the tank for her to breathe. The tank to the left had a female gnome in the same situation, but she wasn't struggling against her bonds like the dwarf was. Yvah cautiously stepped toward the dwarf and held her index up to her lips. Both of the prisoners seemed to acknowledge her request.

Then she just had to figure out how to get them out of the blasted things.

D&D 5E - Forgotten Realms

"Well, I suppose so." Evlynne was a little stiff in the joints and more than a little dizzy. As her eyes began to refocus, they started to adopt a concerned look. There Yna was, struggling to hold up her own emaciated frame. The lips were dry nearly to the point of blistering, the face pale and sallow. "You look like I'll need to study Necromancy soon."

Evlynne didn't seem to appreciate the gravity of the situation yet. At this point, she was under the impression that the absent wand must've cast a necrotic spell on Yna before crumbling to ash. After all, there did seem to be a small pile of slowly disintegrating grey material on the ground.

There was a cracking in her knuckles as Evlynne extended her hand to the side and expressively snapped her fingers. A spectral appendage sprung into existence beside her and started to rummage through her things. From her pack, the mage hand pulled a corked horn of water and presented it proudly to Yna. "You look just a tad thirsty, Xee."

@corneredbliss

Escapism

If you were born before the turn of the century,

Am I reading this wrong, or are you excluding everyone who is older than 17? Before the turn of the century sounds like 1999, 1998, 1996, et al...

@ArenaSnow

Oops. Fixed.

Sorry ;-;

Escapism

Google: Synonyms of bump

Escapism

If you were not born before the turn of the century, please head back to the interest checks.

There, now that it's just us adults, let's get started.

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Cyberpunk Virtual Reality

This will be the only scenario on this interest check. Luckily, it's a scenario that allows any pairing, though each with a tinge of nihilistic surrender to synthetic reality. And if that didn't scare you off, we can get to the nitty gritty before I elaborate on the scenario itself.

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I fully expect and welcome any RPs spawned from this interest check to be primarily sexual in nature. After all, if people aren't turning to the hyperreal to get high, they're going to get off. If this is to be the case, then I happen to have an odd rule. I do not want a romantically driven roleplay. If you wish to explore a self-indulgent facsimile of affection then we're in business, but I do not deal in Shakespearian love stories without a heaping dose of cynicism. Sorry. It just bores me.

I am willing to do any combination of gender pairing (FxF, FxM, MxM). However, if I decide or am requested to play a male character, he will certainly be unmasculine. More than likely, he will be a crossdresser, transgender (FtM) or any flavor of genderqueer that happens to operate under male pronouns.

Open mindedness and open dialogue are essential to a healthy partnership, and thus I will refuse to work with anyone that I deem judgemental or dishonest. Though to be fair, you'll probably be fine as long as you're chill.

I won't start a roleplay with anyone whose account has a post count below 50.

The size of your post, as long as it serves to push things forward, doesn't matter to me. I've seen plenty of people do more to the plot with a one-line post than some people that post chapters at a time.

Once a week is the minimum post frequency that I enforce. If you'll miss some weeks, tell me. If you drop out for two weeks without saying a word, I'll assume that you've dropped out.

I promise to hold myself to these same standards, as well as any standards that you bring up during discussion. Please, by all means, hold me accountable if you feel that I've violated my own terms. Privately, of course.

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Sorry if the rules-tangent was an annoyance. Back to plot.

There will be two primary roles to play with this scenario. The user and the programming. While we can both play users if we want to, the usual idea will be that of a single person in a VR rigging bed seeking escapism by exploring pre-structured narratives where they are the star of their own plot. With direct sense feed, of course. With this concept, we can play any convoluted or satirically cliched plot and pairing that we feel like. I don't really care so much what pairing is used, so I won't list them out here (yet). If you're fresh out of ideas, I can provide some, but I'd much rather see what kind of ideas you have in mind.

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And if your expectation is for a mostly plotless time under the virtual covers, then just say Sunstone :3

D&D 5E - Forgotten Realms

Evlynne Winters

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Cracks crawl through Evlynne's visage. The fractures split and tear until hair-thin slices of masonry slough off the statue she had become. Each piece unraveled like mystical thread and vanished into the Weave from whence it came. As Eve's face started to be revealed, she seemed to reanimate.

"So, I'll see what it doe -- heeyy..."

The last action she had carried out seemed to continue like a momentum of consciousness. The image of her flicking her wrist, mysterious, baubled wand in hand, only to be suddenly be stricken with petrification, would surely flicker through Ynaxandra's mind. Evlynne's eyes rolled back as her statement drifted off. She then collapsed directly in front of her dear friend.

Coughing ensued shortly after, her breathless body surging to life as she sputtered out rapidly dissipating fragments of stone. The blinked away the glaze from her eyes. Looking down, there was no wand. It had seemingly vanished, though the snow surrounding them also seemed to vanish. Looking up, her friend hadn't vanished, though Yna seemed to be in less that positive straits.

"So," Evlynne coughed once more, "I don't suppose it worked, did it?"

@corneredbliss
[Thanks to @JBRam2002 for the header format!]

D&D 5E - Forgotten Realms

Evlynne Winters

"You cast your way. I cast my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist."

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

The mechanical click and wooden wheeze of yet another conquered doorway broke into the sound of faint torchlight, distantly cackling against the yet more distant sound of water. Yvah stepped into the study, head busily turning this way and that as she examined her surroundings. Silently, she pointed out the symbols of various different religions, just about any she'd heard of in her time in the city, plastered on the wall. She also took note of muddy tracks along the ground, almost exclusively leading back and forth between the cathedral and the underground passageway. She couldn't make out how many tracks were fresh.

"Ceria," she called, "These prints, do any seem new? Too new?" She gave a grim expression for a second before she felt the need to elaborate. "What if someone was in here and ran from the fighting? We could be walking into an ambush."

Yvah offered a moment for an answer, but her action would remain the same regardless. She found Ary and tugged at her clothes until she followed. Yvah pulled her through until they came to the mouth of the stairwell. "You look sly like me, so you come with me," she whispered to Araerys.

"We're sneaking ahead. Stay back about far enough that you can hear us if we scream." And with that, she slipped through the stairwell in a skulk.

>25 Perception to scan the room.
>13 Survival to analyze the steps.
>24 Stealth to... stealth.

@Mistiel and @corneredbliss were interacted with.

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

Ten minutes trudged on. The party all had a chance to catch a break from the skirmish and recover themselves, though rest was still underway. Araerys and Ulor would notice as Yvah slipped back in. She seemed too bashful to say hello, instead opting to head straight to business.

The first time she stumbled into the room, she didn't have the chance to notice much of anything within her surroundings. One thing she did notice was a candlelit desk. If anyone that did a lot of reading and had something to hide, they'd hide it in their desk. Or so Yvah thought. Turning the chair away and kneeling in front of the workspace, Yvah took a tool from the folds of her clothing. She motioned it toward the underside of the desk table. She was met with a thunk as she slipped, her head bouncing slightly off the table. "Oww..." Through her pained cringing, her search at the edges of the desk was met to no success.

Clutching her forehead and stowing away the small tool, Yvah moved on to purloin the desk instead. She thumbed through some assorted books spread about. The text was alien to her, though organized familiarly enough that they seemed to be ledgers. Gathering them into a stack, Yvah slapped the ledgers onto the center table. "Ulor!" she called out, "I don't know what to make of these, can you read?" Though Ulor would be unlikely to care, Yvah's voice seemed distant and detached, with her gaze fixed on her task instead of her friend. Araerys was likely to take notice.

Yvah's head darted to the side as a chest in the corner of the study came into her view. She abandoned the task, sidling up next to the unopened treasure instead. Seemingly with stars in her eyes, she pulled a pair of delicate instruments from her person and went to work on the box's lock. With two rhythmic motions, the click of aligned tumblers sang to her, making a crescendo as the chest creaked open. Inside was a stack of uninteresting paper with unintelligible scribbling on it. At least to her eyes. She set them beside her to reveal some goodies underneath. There was one last page, though this one caught her eye as bold scribblings lined the top. Among it was a vial with a frothy, red liquid and a set of five black stones. She quietly pocketed the glass before issuing Ulor another reading assignment and lending him a few interesting toys.

Moving on, awkwardly tip-toeing around the dead bodies, Yvah made her way to the mysterious, unopened door off to the side of the cathedral proper. Once near, she seemed to approach the door with some caution as if it could burst open with a slight provocation. Crouching beside it, Yvah pressed her ear to the door. No sound. She peeked through the keyhole. A simple candlelit writing desk, but no sign of anyone lying in wait. As one last precaution, she took a long metal tool and dragged it along the seams of the door and the frame gently, waiting for any suspicious resistance. Nothing odd. Then she clenched her hand near the door's face and, "Hey." Daisy spoke up, stopping Yvah from knocking, "Wanna save that for later?"

"Kay," she said with a dull tone.

The last thing Yvah spied upon in the cathedral was the garish shrine on center stage. She approached it and circled around it, looking for something from several angles. Eventually the same tool she picked for examining the desk was put to it. She played with some divots and knobs, but to no avail. With a sigh, Yvah turned to the nearest pew and lay herself across it, eyes shut.

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@Oraculum, @corneredbliss and @Ermine were mentioned

>nat2 to Investigate desk for hidden compartments
>13 to Investigate desk
>nat20 to pick chest lock
>17 to check door for traps
>6 to Investigate shrine for secret switches