The Harbinger of Ferocity

Siven Jeyer

@Mistiel
Your character is approved, but there are still some areas with issue in coding on the submission I recommend you fix before this topic is locked.

"You Are Your Avatar"

Offering a deferring nod, one that also carried agreement, the tremendous and arcane beast set about on its way in pursuit of the young woman who had - as strange as it sounded - sought out death. This was not so much an ill omen as one might normally take it, life and death being parts of the cycle, but was made it problematic was that she had done so at all to one of its many faces. In short, who knew just what she was getting herself involved with? They needed all the assistance they could get, even if that meant only keeping her out of trouble throughout their journey; she as with the others all had proved they had some sort of uncanny talent.

It was not long before the supernatural accuracy of the cat's tracking talent found her for their pair, the equally unlikely duo finding her still in conversation with the small skeletal figure. The Harbinger at first thought to voice himself, but the curiosity of just what was going on before him led him to hold his tongue and only perk forward the cups of his ears. Granted some might say this would result in his death, almost assuredly with death itself here, although that had no real affect on him. After all, satisfaction did bring him back.

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- @The Harbinger of Ferocity

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"You Are Your Avatar"

The quiet that onset once more upon the jungle after the chaos had all well unfolded was broken again, albeit distinctly this time by the thud of Jane falling out of the tree and upon the beast. Despite the great distance, it seemed they both lived - or whatever qualified as being alive in either of their cases - and that the red man was still capable of talking. Of course, not before the cat sat itself down and let him slide free of its back and on to the forest floor. Junko and the reaper had already pressed on not far from the other two, leaving them to work out the results of their survival.

Looking back to the man, who seemed he might be sore after such a fall, the cat inquired, "Not as you imagined to be 'rescued'?"

"You Are Your Avatar"

"We will see to it your way then Junko, assuming death does not beat you to him." The cat remarked with a certain level of smug amusement at its own timing. Typical of such an animal as it. Felines, most often those smaller sorts people associated with, were said to have a particular sense of humor that was both mythical and mystical - two qualities the sabertooth held in spades.

It turned its head to look up the tree where Jane's harness and parachute hung then back down again to the girl. With a raised brow it shook its head some, just faintly enough, to portray that it felt this a terrible idea. Of course, Jane did survive the explosion of a rocket, so perhaps the sturdy man would survive whatever was about to come after. Then again, one could not be certain, not with the strangeness that was giant machines, snake-women and clouds of shifting color.

Ceraun Farohm

@JBRam2002
This character is approved. As a reminder, please recall that the overall rating of (4) means that your character's strengths, that tier and the next tier down, are what are represented and the standard measured against. It goes without saying, but others better at your weaker abilities will trump your own; an obvious statement, but it need be made since the whole profile is a (4) with a handful of (3)s.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

"So you have an army, supposedly of some 'great dragon', but you fail to siege even a miniscule, largely undefended town and its lone minor keep." Brannor laughed, the prison thundering with his disparaging bellow before he set his hand to his jaw, "And your blue monstrosity abandoned you."

While he knew the cultist could not see him, he wanted her to feel his spirit's overwhelming presence and how it burned more fiercely in a moment of humor, at least his sense of it. Love, laughter, liquor, they were all fine joys and spoils of life, all to be experienced in their own ways as fellow glints of hope in the night that was existence for many; Brannor himself had not a taste for some of the ideals the soul within him commanded he obey, like that of many humors so it came as no surprise it was a rarity, but this woman had earned a well deserved laugh. Every time she spoke about her beloved cult she made a supreme fool of herself by attempting to intimidate them.

Brannor drew in closer and snarled slightly with near fey power, the sudden change of demeanor silenced the echo of the laugh as the golden eyes seared vibrantly at her; the hunter not far from her side but now crouched down. The utterance he gave was primal, but so was the emotion that drove it, "Then we will dash your beloved eggs and lay to the earth your bodies."

"If you do not think us capable of that... I reason you previously had also not thought us capable of capturing or killing your fellows."

The greencloak's arm gently reached back behind his hooded head and slowly began to draw the great blade from its place of rest. The motion was unsettlingly slow, unearthly in patience, and surreal in the way it all happened as he spoke; with every word it moved slightly further. Near free up to half from its leather seat, the man looked back to the few remaining company, namely the nobleman of Governor Nighthill. The implication was clear - either let the hunter give her a clean death after but a few more questions, or deal with the madwoman all on his own. If Brannor were him, a living enemy unrepentant was as dangerous here as it were abroad.

But this was not his battle. Greenest's fate was not the knight of the wild's to decide.

@Hekazu@Ryonara@Lucius Cypher@Gordian Nought@Norschtalen

The Technology Planet - Frixion Prime - Open

@HeroicSociopath
For a single adventure? That is a far cry from likely success. You might wish to gain a few more players before thinking to challenge someone of that influence or power over an entire world. I advocate putting a bit more planning into it and certainly finding others to accompany you.

"You Are Your Avatar"

"No, though I imagine it to be a wanderer from the other side." The beast said plainly, its attentive eyes shifting to prismatic cloud then back again to Junko when she went on about potentially needing to shoot Jane free of the imposing branches.

The ancient felid, with some reasonable caution in its remark continued, "Not that I worry so much for the aim, but that might be a far fall."

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

"You can introduce yourselves all later." The brown robed woman snapped, adjusting her form of dress and shaking off her hands of the blood spatter that had seemed to find itself from the many various bodies on to the others, "Or do it while you work, I care not which, but disarm these mongrels."

Arthera stopped at the ratfolk, peering down at it where it lay still, realizing it too was still very much alive, "... before any of them stand back up."

"Did any of you aside from the man with hammer even actually attempt to kill these scoundrels? Why are so many of them alive?"

She knelt down whilst speaking, one knee to the ice, ignoring the events that just transpired otherwise. She had neither the time nor energy to devote to paying the guardsmen or their captain any further mind; Talionis had done all the work there to be done and had dissuaded them. It also mattered none to her if her objections swayed him one way or another; the scene was clear as it was. But the captain's allegations in the process revealed how these men communicated, which was positive in some ways. They knew more than they did before, or at least the observant primal mind did.

What was not so positive was that she now had to relieve the beast of its collection of knives and various weaponized junk that it hauled around. The scourge was wrapped in a ratty cloak as it was, some ragged, ugly thing. Even for a woman whose robes were worn by the work and harshness they endured, at least her sleeves were still loose and far from torn, which held true for her hood which wasn't pocked with what were either bite marks or grazes by other equally sharp things. Regardless, she plucked the blades from the thing, letting them fall into a heap just outside it's reach and next to her; if it were to wake up, she was going to cut its throat with its own damned knives. The very least it deserved for having the luxury of surviving this exchange for whatever arbitrary reason the rest had invented for it.

"Never mind, I am sure whatever 'reason' you have is inane. Do not bore me with it." She said, not even willing to argue with these people at this point; they were mad and no amount of sanity could cure such delusions. By comparison she wondered if their resident seeker was more sane, the same who seemed to consort with dark and mysterious guides... and the hammer-bearer of course as it was. The elven company of Ceria always teetered between the two.

Certainly they had their own paths in life, but leaving former enemies alive was a remarkably easy way for them to find you another day. This was not accounting for the "law of the wild" as it were. The golden eyed Arthera hoped, would have prayed if she could, that such a day of their potential reappearance was one where she was not with them. This was an alliance of necessity, not want. All the added complications, of which she noted as she turned one of the rat's knives about in her palm, were difficult to ignore.

Effects

Arthera continues her searching, using her previous roll and not needing to make another. She moves on to the ratfolk, checking every pocket and fold of clothing that could conceal anything of importance or value.

Findings

A dozen knives, a handful of copper (13cp), a suit of small sized studded leather, and a "ratty cloak".