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Pariah Online | Season One

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Pariah Online | Season One

T i f e r e t

• Tʜᴇ Dᴜɴɢᴇᴏɴ •

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Tiferet kept up her playing as best as she could, concentrating on her fiddle while also keeping an eye out for any slimes she could take potshots at. It was a little awkward to aim at them, considering that the projectile <Irondust> spawned came out of the end pin, near her chin, but she managed. She could, in theory, just stop playing and use her fiddle as a sort of magical machine gun - she'd done it before, mostly when adventuring solo - but in order for <Kronos> to last longer after she stopped playing, she needed to play the whole song, without stopping. Annoying, maybe, but the party's current setup was more than enough protection.

Speaking of, Tif realized that her song was almost over. As she ran through the last few notes, she quickly considered what buff to provide next. <Hestia>? Nah, Landon and Red have the whole fire thing covered... <Ineffabilis> and <Fallen Angel> are both way too powerful to use right now, <Midnight> only works in moonlight, <Imprinting> is pretty much useless here, and <Decay> is way too difficult for me to do on the fly like this. Besides, that one's kinda fucked up, even for me. What to pick, then...?

Fortunately, Graves solved her dilemma right as the last note sang out.

"Pipsqueak, flower boy!" Graves yelled out the names of the other melee fighters, hoping to draw their attention to him. "You think we can carve a path toward the front exit?!"

@Superboy

Tiferet's face split into a wide, giddy, and (it must be said) skeletal grin. She knew exactly what to do here.

"Hey, Graves!" Before the beefy tank could respond, Tiferet's magically enhanced voice rang out through the crypt, accompanied by the sounds of clapping, background singers, and a full swing band, all seemingly emanating from Tif herself.

You remind me of a man! (What man?)
Oh, the man with the power! (What power?)
Oh, the power of voodoo! (Who do?)
Oh, you do, you do! (You what?)

As she sang, the effect of her spell, <Man With The Hex>, filled Graves with a decidedly strange feeling. It felt kinda like eating a Red Hot, or a similar spicy candy, but with his entire body. With that feeling, though, came a feeling of incredible strength, a surge of energy, and a slightly stronger urge to do just what he had said earlier; cut a path through the flood of slimes, making for the front exit as quickly as possible.

Back behind him, Tiferet's grin remained unchanged. Partly because this song was always fun to perform, and partly because she liked pulling one over on Graves. <Man With The Hex> allowed the caster to grant a target greatly enhanced strength and speed, as Graves had just found out. But, as the voodoo line implied, it also allowed them to plant suggestions in the target's head. She was mostly casting it for the buff, of course, and wasn't about to do anything like make Graves turn on the party - that'd be way more harmful than what she preferred, which would be to take out all of these damn slimes, then make him do something mildly embarrassing later. Shame it couldn't target more than one person at a time, pranking three people at once would've been awesome. Ah well. That was a problem for another time, when they weren't in the middle of a homicidal dungeon.

The Void Lurkers

Dammit.

The Void Lurkers

Just to check, is this still a thing? I just wanna make sure, since I think the Discord server was deleted and nobody's posted in 8 days.

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I've been busy with Easter stuff this weekend ;_; This week doesn't seem too busy for me, though, so hopefully I can get a post up in the next couple days!

Gonna Carry That Weight...[Cowboy Bebop inspired RP]

This looks real nice. I've already got a loose character idea too :)

The Void Lurkers

Uh hey this is really neat? Hopefully it's not too full yet, I've already got a basic character idea.

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Demorra heaved and heaved with all her strength, but these damned weeds just would not let go! She noticed Capella begin to sob, and hurriedly said "Sorry! I'm sorry! I've almost got you free, promise."

She didn't. The vines were matching her strength, and even beginning to win out a little. Demorra was starting to wonder if the poor girl would be ripped in half before she was freed.

Suddenly, a little dog - the one that was trapped in the Mote, before, Demorra realized - ran over and occupied the vines' attention by ripping them right out of the earth. With its assistance, Demorra was able to finally yank Capella free, sending her stumbling backwards a few steps. She sat down heavily, panting. She'd never been an especially strong person, so trying to pull someone free of Mote-empowered grass (Demorra briefly wondered if they were carnivorous) took a bit of a toll on her.

Demorra felt a soft impact with her chest, and stiffened, only to relax when she realized that it was the girl she had freed, giving Demorra a hug and burying her face in her chest. She began to stiffen up again, as she realized, Oh goodness oh gods above there's a cute girl who I've only just met giving me a hug what do I dooooo

Fortunately for Demorra, the man from earlier spoke up.

"Get back. Pull her away from...from that," Griff instructed Demorra.

"...And we need to be ready to run," he added quietly.

@TMS Prime

Demorra collected herself quickly. "Right. I-" Suddenly, something on the Mote caught her eye, and she stopped, transfixed. She wasn't especially far away from it, so she was able to discern a couple of the runes etched into its surface. As she squinted at them, Demorra realized with a start that she could read them. They said Seven and Chimaera.

Demorra shook her head. Whatever this was, it could wait. Right now, there were more pressing matters. She turned to Capella, and offered her a hand. "Come on, dear. Let's get you up and moving. You heard the man; we need to be ready to leave here at any moment."

Pariah Online | Season One

T i f e r e t

• Tʜᴇ Dᴜɴɢᴇᴏɴ •

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As everyone talked amongst themselves about where to go, Tiferet scooted back into the middle of the group, hoping to leech off of their body heat a bit. It was starting to get chilly in here, at kind of an alarming rate, and her current clothing was not exactly made for colder weather. The one time I decide not to equip my sweater. The one damn time... While Tif groused and grumbled to herself, she took in the room they were in a second time. Chains hung from the ceiling and walls, seemingly randomly-placed, and the dim sunlight illuminating the crypt revealed practically nothing, not even any dust swirling through the air. Tif felt a thrill run down her spine, independent of the cold. She loved it when game designers had a proper sense of atmosphere.

Her delight was quickly turned to dismay as she noticed frost beginning to form on some of the chains, and a slight breeze starting to pick up. She couldn't help but let out a soft grumble (more like a whimper) at the sight. I'm a Louisiana gal, damnit! I can't deal with temperatures below 60, let alone actual ice and shit! She was really starting to regret not bringing that sweater...

All thoughts of the weather were driven from her mind, however, at the massive CLANG-ANG-Ang-ang... that sounded from practically right next to her. Tif practically leapt out of her skin at the sudden ringing, and looked over to see Tessa, her chains out and active, and the corpse of a rat flying away from her. It wasn't difficult to see what had happened.

Tiferet's metaphorical hackles immediately went up. She quietly readied her fiddle, ready to start playing at any sign of danger. She didn't have to wait long.

The wind picked up incredibly quickly, turning into a gale that just about tore the fiddle from her hands. Frost slimes, the bane of lightly-dressed players everywhere, started crawling out of the trenches, dozens of them. Tif didn't even give herself time to think, but instead launched into a favorite support spell of hers, <Kronos>, granting her allies a bit of extra speed in both movement and casting times. The wind practically covered it all up, but they didn't need to hear the song to benefit, fortunately.

Out of the corner of her eye, she also noticed Ochre, who was suddenly in rapid danger of being frozen. Tif shouted over the wind at him, "Watch those fingers, Ochre!", before aiming her fiddle at the ogre tooth and adding a little flourish to her playing, which cast <Irondust>. There was a brief flash at the pointed end of Tif's fiddle, before it expelled a small pebble with frightening speed. Hopefully, that would be enough to shatter the ice (or the tooth, whichever) and give Ochre enough time to escape.

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Just realized I had totally forgotten to post yesterday, so I figured I'd get out a quick one before bed (which really should've been done earlier, sorry).