Ryonara

The Chronicles of Dosei: Sands of Blood, A Dungeons and Dragons Roleplay. (Full)

Catarina got onto the elephant's back. She had to admit, while she has seen these creatures before, she's never gotten to ride one like this. Usually they are charging at her so that she's underneath them, not the other way around. Still, she's done her share of complaining now. With Vivian's help, Catarina got onto the back of Malkai and they rode off into the desert. Shortly after Vivian complained that at least if they had the dwarf, this ride would be less exhausting. "Certainly. At least if we had some water to drink so we can cool ourselves off." Catarina did have a waterskin, but it had only two quarts worth of water in it. It would barely last her to the night without a refill, though she remembers Malkai saying that he could always create water. But Catarina wasn't going to start relying on him, not now of all times. She was used to dealing with annoying allies and honestly, wouldn't mind if she never saw Malkai again. Vivian... Catarina wasn't certain how to feel about her. On one hand, Vivian certainly seemed nice enough. But on the other hand, Catarina couldn't bring herself to trust Vivian. Honestly, Catarina wouldn't mind Vivian as a lover and occasional ally, but even the warrior was wary around the drow. Vivian may say she's not evil, but she wouldn't have made it this far if she wasn't at least a bit treacherous.

Catarina didn't know how long they've been traveling through the desert. The sun was still up and from this angle, Catarina couldn't tell if it was setting or still at high noon. She had tried not to drink any of her water, conserving what little she has for emergencies only. But even after stripping off all her armor, putting it neatly into her backpack, she was still burning. Eventually she gave in and opened up her waterskin, but before she did she turned to Vivian, offering her a first drink. She didn't know why she did this; she just did. "Ah... Thirsty?"

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Parum watched the fight. Well, it wasn't really much of a fight. It was a slaughter. The warrior alone was able to wipe out half the gang in her furious charge, taking on the half-orc alone before the inquisitor disarmed him (literally) and was finished off by the warrior. The bard wasn't too bad either; though outnumbered and using a weapon better suited for dueling than back-alley fighting, he was able to subdue three thugs with a single spell. Granted, Parum could have done the same with less effort, but points for trying. Soon guards arrived to arrest the thugs that weren't killed immediately. Parum didn't leave though; she wanted to see what these people were up to. Maybe with any luck, she could get herself involved. They seemed like an interesting, adventurous sort.

The Chronicles of Dosei: Sands of Blood, A Dungeons and Dragons Roleplay. (Full)

Sorry for the lack of posting. Can't make anything tonight, but I'll try my best tomorrow.

The Chronicles of Dosei: Sands of Blood, A Dungeons and Dragons Roleplay. (Full)

Catarina's face grew red under her helmet. They were mocking her! Sure maybe she is a bit paranoid at times, but unlike them she didn't have an easy way to do things. "Forgive me if I don't have magic to solve all my problems. While things like food, water, or survival might just be a trivial annoyance for you, it's the difference between life and death for me! I don't rely on magic so much that I can be complacent about mundane things like you two can." Not that she didn't want to rely on them. Everyone had their strengths after all; against those gargoyles Catarina was the only one who could really do anything meaningful to them, at least until Malkai turned into an elephant. And around this chalice of silence, Catarina could imagine how screwed spellcasters would be if it's effects were active. The worse that might happen to Catarina is that Domina won't be magical. But it'd still be a masterwork mythril bastard sword, and will continue to be one with or without magic.

After letting herself breath for a bit, Catarina eventually gave in and just let Malkai and Vivian do what they could. "Alright... Alright. Fine. Whatever, let's just get out of here and get our gold. That much we can all agree on."

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Back in the city of Saphire, Parum had been browsing the various wares in the bazaar. Many exotic goods were being sold here, from spices to weapons to even things that are illegal in other countries, but freely traded here. During her time in the Merchant's Guild she learned that a city like Saphire was a high-profit location, and if the guild could get even one merchant to collaborate with them, their profits would jump up by 7%. Unfortunately for them however, the city of Saphire had it's own Merchant's Guild that has a stronghold on the market. But that was just business after all; while certainly beneficial it's not as if Parum's merchant guild needs connections in Saphire, and their current relationship to Saphire's guild was amicable enough that they trade between the two. And besides that, Parum wasn't here for business. She was here for adventure.

Parum had just traveled across the desert with a caravan, working as a temp merchant to be allowed on their wagons. She could haggle and barter with the best of them and certainly earned her keep. She even earned herself a bit of coin, though she spent most of it on the caravan's trade goods. Where a mercenary might be willing to take gold for payment, Parum was more interested in things she could sell off at a much greater profit. Honey, in particular. Not exactly a commodity in the desert, so Parum was certain she could turn a profit before the other merchants actually start selling. The first place she'd need to find is a tavern; with any luck the barkeep would know how to make mead, and thus would need some of Parum's high quality honey.

As she was looking for a tavern, the halfling girl came across a violent scene. It looked to be some sort of gang fight, but the fight was already tipping in the favor or a small group of foreigners. She could tell they weren't from here by the way they dressed: One wear heavy metal armor, another was just in layers of thick cloth, and the last wear black from head to toe. They would boil themselves alive if they traveled through the desert wearing those things. Parum herself settled for a simple yet useful silk robe; light and breathable, yet keeps the sun from burning her skin. Anyways, it looked like they got into some trouble with the local roughs, but it also looked like they were taking care of things. Interested in this rag-tag team, Parum watched from her hidden location, wondering how things would turn out. If she was lucky, maybe she could search the bodies for stuff to sell.

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

Leaving the guild hall rather quickly, Smitten Kitten ran through the city to find Corpse Collector. She figured she'd go where there seemed to be the least amount of people; Collector was a bitch, but she wasn't stupid. Even if she only had someone like Smitten Kitten as backup, even Corpse Collector wouldn't take on Moon Rider alone. So Corpse Collector was likely hiding out somewhere in the city where she could spring an attack on Moon Rider. And while Kitten doesn't expect that she'd find her, Corpse Collector could easily find Smitten Kitten once she's alone.

Sure enough Corpse Collector found Smitten Kitten as she ran into her. Corpse Collector helped Kitten up just as some sort of slime dissolution came lunging at her. In instinct Kitten slashed at the dissolution and knocked it away, but she didn't really do a lot of damage. The monster was a higher level than her so Kitten wasn't surprised that she didn't do much harm. "Follow me then. I know where Moon Rider is at, but I think she's going to meet up with some of her other generals. We have to intercept her before she finds them!" Smitten Kitten ran, something she's much better at doing then fighting, and lead Corpse Collector to Moon Rider's last known location. While Smitten Kitten doubts that Moon Rider would still be there when they arrive, at least Kitten has a good idea of where she was and where she could be going.

The Chronicles of Dosei: Sands of Blood, A Dungeons and Dragons Roleplay. (Full)

Finally posted. Catarina continues to be the cynic.

The Chronicles of Dosei: Sands of Blood, A Dungeons and Dragons Roleplay. (Full)

With Malkai's buff Catarina was able to keep up with the others fairly easily. She did let Vivian take the lead since she was the only one who could detect traps around this place, and while she is begrudging to admit it, Catarina's own panic likely would make things worse if she had to lead. They ran through the halls and rooms they passed, avoiding falling debris and obstacles in their path. Well the others did. Catarina had her shield out and was more than capable of deflecting or smashing her way through anything that stood in her way. Her final challenge however was something she couldn't simply crush: Climbing a rope. She knew how to do it and it was easy enough, but harder to do in full armor. But she had no time to waste trying to change into something more flexible. Going last, Catarina climbed up the rope as if her life depended on it, because it did.

The first thing Catarina noticed was that their camels and Jarvis' boar was gone. If she had to guess they fled when they felt the temple collapse. Or maybe that dragon ate them, who knows. Catarina didn't really think about it until they were safely away from the temple as it fell into ruins. Before one could say that the ruined tower stood mighty over the sands, but now it was just more grains in the dust. Barely a few minutes passed, and from a distance no one would have known that anything once stood here.

"Well! Glad we made it out alive. But now we have another issue." Looking around, there was no town or civilization within sight. It took them a good few hours to get here on camels; it would take them much longer to get back on foot. Sure they could still salvage what was left of their camp to survive the trek, but they didn't exactly have much for supplies. Jarvis was dead so there goes their portable source of water and food, unless Malkai also happened to be a cleric. Not to mention that if they tried to travel on foot, they'd likely get attacked by orcish raiding parties. She wasn't afraid of a fight every now and again, but they were easy pickings without any means of transportation. On the bright side, if they're lucky and they do get attacked by orcs, maybe if they survive the party could take the orc's camels, if they have any.

"I don't suppose you could summon that dragon here to give us a ride back to the city? I've traveled these sands before and I can assure you, it'll be at least a week's walk assuming we're heading in the right direction."

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Meirin Kurenai

"You are a sad, sad mad man." Meirin wasn’t certain if he was ignorant or just stupid. Either way it was pitiful; this man seemed like the type who’s never fought against an actual martial artist or mage. Assuming he wasn’t all bluster, which Meirin had to admit he probably wasn’t, the knight was still more familiar with other armored knights or perhaps savage feral vampires. Basically, the types that would engage the knight in “honorable” melee combat. But Meirin wasn’t about to let the knight’s insults get to her, even if she wanted to prove to him she could take him on hand-to-hand. She already had her spell ready and Ssarak could use the help.

Once more Meirin gain control of orbs of water. But this time instead of sending each orb out at the knight as multiple blades, she fused and stretched the water into a long, thread-like current. Practically invisible to the naked eye, but despite being as thin as string the water was moving at speeds greater than the blades before. Meirin was inspired to create this spell from an old proverb her masters told her: Even mountains whither to a storm. Mixing dirt and stones into the threads of water and making the liquid move at high speeds, Meirin created a razor wire to cut the knight with.

The knight moved fast for a man in armor, but he wasn’t nearly as fast as Meirin. Making the water blade into one large loop, she had the blades in the path of the knight as he charged towards Ssarak. She positioned one blade knee-high so that if he tried to slide underneath, it’d still cut him from the shoulders up. She also had another blade head-high, so if he tried to jump it’d cut off his knees. That’s assuming he could even see the thin blade anymore than he could see a clothesline. She couldn’t stop the shield, but Meirin knew that Ssarak could defend against it easily.

The Chronicles of Dosei: Sands of Blood, A Dungeons and Dragons Roleplay. (Full)

It's alright. I'll post soon. If there is nothing stopping us, is it okay if I go ahead and have Catarina escape the ruins?

Also I might edit Parum to be more rogue like since we lost Alyssa.

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

Kitten could feel Moon Rider’s emotions through her eyes and her words, even if she kept a steady tone. She knew she was just making the Black King angry with her. Truth be told Smitten Kitten didn’t know a lot about the Ebony Strykers or the Black King. She only knew that her friend was gone, and it was somehow related to them. But that still didn’t change some of the choices Moon Rider made and Smitten Kitten intended to call her out on them.

”I… I had hoped you were better than that. I hoped that maybe you would have said you were going to try to change the Sweepers for the better, prove me wrong, but… Is that all anyone is to you? Just tools to get your way? Do… Do you even care about anyone else but yourself? You’re evil! In the end it’s all about what you want, not about what is good for everyone else. That change you want for Deep Ground, I bet you haven’t even told anyone what that is. No one shares your dream, Moon Rider!”

Smitten Kitten started to back away. There wasn’t much else she could say; anything more and she would just be rambling. As long as Smitten Kitten or Moon Rider didn’t try to attack each other, she was almost certain she could get away. At the same time another player named Red Outlaw Kisa arrived talking about bringing Moon Rider to someone, but Kitten didn’t stay to listen. By the time Moon Rider would look back, Smitten Kitten was already gone.

She needed to find Corpse Collector, and fast. Smitten Kitten knew that she was probably fighting the Ebony Strykers now and it would only be a matter of time before Moon Rider finds her and brings back up. Kitten was also certain that the Sweepers already found Corpse Collector and might also be fighting her. They would really be the only ones who could hurt CC since they’re hackers like CC is. The irony wasn’t lost on Smitten Kitten that she was working with CC, an obvious hacker and toxic player, against Moon Rider and her cronies, who Smitten Kitten thinks are hackers and a toxic guild. Smitten Kitten hated it, but she knew how to deal with Corpse Collector and all of the Ebony Strykers. Now Smitten Kitten just needed to find her.

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

Urg... too tired. Can't post tonight. Sorry.