Vertigo

Persona: Roll the Dice (5e)

Persona User (Background)

@Dark Cloud

Oh god no please don't use that site for all that is holy I beg.

Also any idea what class you're going for?

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

Will catch up and post later today, aye!

Realism no Mononoke: An Urban Fantasy RP

Interested in the Former Enemy spot, yo

Persona: Roll the Dice (5e)

Thinking of doing a Paladin or a Fighter - a frontliner in heavy armour in any case!

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

𝐹𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔

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Fellwing had already turned to leave, when she heard Garrock's voice from behind her. From the sound of it, she'd struck a nerve. Unsurprising, if unintended. Though he wasn't raising his voice, the venom in his tone was unmistakable. The black drake turned around, eyes narrow and teeth bared, but tone likewise even.

"And yet it is us, the senseless rawscales, who have done all in our power to rescue your housemates, while you do nothing but berate and belittle our efforts at every turn. It doesn't surprise me you see no value in conversations, considering you're entirely unable to have a civil one. And of all the times to go on a tirade, you choose this one, when we've no time to waste tending to your wounded ego."

She turned around fully, petite body held upright even in the face of his immense strength. Her tail swished too, but it was hardly enough to swipe up dust. The Seer's mouth opened, then closed again. Anger almost pushed her to spill the details of her vision, but she bit her tongue. She didn't wish to admit she'd dealt with the Darkness again, not to him. There were many who bristled at the mere thought, and though her clucthmates were understanding, outsiders tended not to be.

Kebros, however, would. Perhaps even better than her clutch.

"Write as scathing a review as you can muster," she hissed, "I fear the loss of life more than a ruined reputation."

Once more, she was about to turn, when Skobeloff inserted himself into the conversation. Some other time, she might have appreciated the gesture - now, already exasperated, she shot him a glare as well. "Fine! If you're in such a hurry to abandon us, take him and go to your new friends. I will go alone if I must." It would not be the first time - and in a way, the thought was soothing. Just her and the Darkness, as usual, what else did she need? It wasn't the first time people didn't trust her or her visions.

Then Stargaze stepped up, and Fellwing's anger simmered to give way for surprise. Why was she-?! And then she realized; Stargaze, the Orphan, without a house, was concerned for her future. "No, Stargaze, that's-- none of this is your fault. Do not take blame that isn't yours, you've suffered enough here."

She looked to Garrock, still defiant. "I will not apologize, but neither will I continue this argument. We have no time for this. I'm going, alone if need be, and I suggest you hurry in turn."

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Fellwing Stands up to a Superior, and with an 8, she marks a Shadow [Anger: Lash out at a friend], and picks a success of the DM's choosing. Convinced by Skobeloff, she agrees to his plan however.

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

Writing that post now, oops. Also still trying to decide whether to incur an obligation instead, cause I'm curious how that goes, and also because it's fitting too, hmm. We'll see what happens once I get to the end of the post.

Edit: Ok the anger made more sense in the end (sorry Skobe)! I felt weird picking the success though, since the choice also involves picking how the NPC reacts, ha, so I figured I'd leave it to you if possible! The useful item would be my preference but I doubt Fellwing delighted him so...

Expedition to Isekai

𝐃𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭

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It took weirdly long to die.

Duncan had expected to pass out the second realization had hit him, but here he still was a second later, sitting, staring, waiting, stuck in a limbo that reeked of blood and guts.

He barely recognized his name when he heard it shouted. He felt disconnected from everything around him, including his battered body. Sounds were muffled, colours dulled, and time slowed down as if in a dramatic scene right out of an action flick. The only unaffected sound was the feverish beat of his own heart, as it tried to desperately make up for the blood he was losing every breath - if he still breathed. He wasn't sure if someone's body could just forget to breathe, but his was probably pretty close to doing that.

It still didn't hurt, and that was scarier than any pain.

Something collided with his side forcefully enough to send him flying, and it was that impact that snapped him back to reality. Sounds returned all at once, immensely loud; the growling of the beast as it shook itself free, Daisuke's shout and the subsequent grunt as he hit the ground next to him, Asahi, shouting as he tried to beat the monster with a stick. His heart, still there, still beating.

And then came the pain. Curse word after another spilled from Duncan's throat, mixed with screams and words that even he couldn't understand. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, what the fuck-"

He held his abdomen - or tried to; all he grasped was a handful of guts, warm and slick with blood. They didn't look real. Or, no, maybe they were too real. Too unlike what he'd seen in movies. How wasn't he dead yet?

Asahi's shouts died down, and Duncan realized where he was. On his side, lying on grass, a safer distance away now, with a worried Daisuke nearby. So Daisuke had been the one to tackle him. No! Why the fuck would he do that? Now the wolfbear was... shit... Asahi's scrawny ass was all alone out there, he didn't stand a chance!

Duncan moved an arm. Then another. The pain was horrid, burning, pulsating into every fibre of his being. But as long as he could feel at least that, he knew he wasn't dead. The fire in his gut was his very life itself. The adrenaline flowing through him was gone, used up, but he no longer needed it; now, his veins were filled with liquid fire.

He stood, first wobbly, then not. Speaking was still difficult; there was blood in his throat, gushing out in between words. "Yo... Dai. I'm not... ready for the bench yet. Lemme... back on the field."

If Daisuke said something, Duncan didn't hear it. All he could see, all he could hear was the goddamn wolfbear. He had to help Asahi. He didn't even know the dude that well, and yet Asahi had put himself in danger to save him. Goddamnit, trying to look all cool... he wasn't about to just owe his life to someone like him! Hell no. He'd make this even. More than.

Duncan had no plan. He had no weapons. He didn't even have his guts where they belonged. But he did have his fire - and his legs.

He was running before he knew it, moving faster than he had any right to. Every step stoked the fire, burning higher and higher, until Duncan's feet left the ground into a leap. He knew he could jump high. That's where he'd gotten his nickname from; his signature slam dunks. But this time, he was higher - and he came down with much more force and momentum, hands pressed together, elbow aimed straight at the wolfbear's neck. He'd crash down and pin it. Choke it. Wrestle it. Snap its neck. Whatever it took, as long as-

"Don't just fucking stand there!" He shouted at Asahi, blood spilling from his mouth. It sounded like he was about to choke on it. "Run!"

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

I should be able to get to it tomorrow, latest. Also, I'll have Fellwing's response happen chronologically before Skobe cuts in, otherwise the roll I got (and rolling at all) doesn't really make sense.

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

Oh my god, Garrock is a Karen, I love him.

Did a Stand up to a Superior, got an 8, a partial success, so will also mark a Shadow (anger). Need to decide which success to pick and write the actual post a little later though!

On top of that, this is a reminder to everyone that if you see one of the other PCs displaying your character's virtue, feel free to mention that you're giving them a friendship gem.

@XxFellsingxX

Ohh, right, good reminder. Need to ask Digi if Fellwing acting despite being fearful counts as bravery, and I also feel like Skobe should get Fellwing's friendship gem rn, he's definitely done creative stuff.

Age of Darkness: Despair of the Golden Goddess (LoZ RP)

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Great, her wannabe saviour was the talkative type. Nadijah rolled her eyes, but with neither of them in a position to see each other's face, it wasn't exactly the rebuttal she intended it to be. Who did he think he was though, asking for her trust? That wasn't something a gerudo gave even to one of their own, if they were smart.

Then again, the smart ones probably didn't get stuck in barrels either.

"Fine. Push," she conceded, though her tone made it sound more like an order. "You don't have my trust, but I have a blade and you a neck. That's all the reassurance I need."

He did as he'd said he would, and Nadijah held onto her scimitar tightly as the small, wooden world around her started to slowly tilt - until at last, she could see more than just the cloud-covered sky. The voe announced he was backing away and staying cautious. Smart choice.

"And you won't know who I am, either," she grumbled as she shifted, more easily now that gravity wasn't conspiring against her. She was flexible enough to untangle herself without much trouble now, emerging from the barrel a dishevelled, angry mess - who immediately sprung to her feet, scimitar pointed back towards where the voe had backed off to.

"Right. Now, you," she started, eyes seeking to lock on to her little helper's. "You'd better forget everything that happened here, lest I need to cut off your tongue. Understand? Nothing but a cucco causing trouble, if anyone asks."