Vertigo

An Idiot's Dungeon Union

Thwarted! Tossed! T... riumphed over, just like their brethren!

... Was what ran through the minds of the rats back in the dungeon, as they were slung into the air by one very scared dwarf. By the time they hit the ground again, however, Rats had become a complete entity once more; the wayward four, transported by Sal, had slipped away from her and joined the mischief.

Now numbering seven, each one hungrier than the next, Rats turned towards the remaining heroes with eyes agleam. The Hero stood the closest. His boots were still intact, but attacking them had been rather ineffective the last time around (turns out, the dwarf had been faster when rolling and hadn't even needed boots-!)

The sharp thing the Hero was holding onto, however, seemed like an easy (and potentially edible at this point) target, so Rats threw themselves back into the fray, this time with a clear goal in mind. They aimed to run up the boy's legs and torso, then down his arms to flood around the sword's hilt, gnawing up as fast and furious as they could, living their life a quarter inch at a time.

"Feed! _{^eed Fee}^EED"

Fashionably Late: A Crime Thriller Roleplay

If there are slots left over after the OGs, would love to try for a crime novel author. Insanely successful in the past, but now lacks motivation and ideas, suffering under the pressure of having to make the final book in her series a hit, or else her legacy suffers. And then lo, what do you know, an actual murder!

An Idiot's Dungeon Union

"Defend home, then return, then feed."

Defend home. Defend home. Defend...

Rats had, somewhere and somehow, heard about the concept of "picking on people your own size." However, as Rats turned towards the heroes invading their home, they quickly realized none of them were exactly their size — or, really, even close. The dwarf boy was, however, significantly closer to them in size than any of the others, and so Rats decided to pick on him.

They emerged from their hiding spots, spilling forth from Muste's person like pestilential magic missiles, the illithid's suggestion repeating in their minds like a war cry. "Defend home! Defend home!"

As they ran, they found themselves dashing through Schnupfen's shadowy hellhounds — entirely by accident, as they did not quite possess the forethought for a coordinated combo attack, yet — which meant that when they launched themselves at the Dwarf, he might have for a moment thought he was attacked by something far more ferocious than three rats, who proceeded to... pretty much just nibble at his boots. They were kind of their size, so.

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Meanwhile, in the human camp...

The very first step of Rats' plan — knock over the crock — had been thwarted by none other than Scary Lady herself. Worse, she had spun a weapon from thin air and was now actively swatting at the rodents like they were nothing but furry, squeaking flies. (Wasn't that bats?)

Reinforcements were coming, too, in the form of a disgruntled priest. Rats regrouped, re-panicked (they'd still gotten no food!) and then, suddenly, froze where they stood. As if one, they turned their noses back towards the direction of the Dungeon in one perfectly synced sweep and proceeded to dash off without another sound.

Larry had been kidnapped. Picked off from his feet without warning, he and his loot had been rather easy to seize, as he had offered no resistance. Not for lack of trying, but for lack of stamina. Larry was not in the best of shapes. Thankfully, as he peeked at his captor from the hood he'd hid in, he found the familiar face of their conspirator. Excitedly, he began pointing at all the things he'd acquired, explaining in arduous (and squeaky) detail what he thought each of them was.

And then a wave of three rats crashed into them.

"Defend home," Salbjörg would hear in her head as the furry wave tried to pull her along, the sentence repeating over and over in a discordant mess of tiny rat voices (one of them was surprisingly melodic, actually, probably had promise as a singer or something). "Defend home. Defend home. (Return) Defend home. Return. Defend home. (Feed)"

"Feed," thought Larry, and nodded sagely.

Daggerheart: The Witherwild

<Snipped quote by Vertigo>

Hmmm... I'll say Capriccio doesn't have much more concrete information than the average city-dweller. Given he's in entertainment, however, he's likely heard a lot of rumors.

So I'll give you this because you rolled with hope: tell me an outlandish rumor that Capriccio has heard about the Witherwild. This rumor will have a grain of truth to it, though what that grain of truth will be is something I decide.

@XxFellsingxX

Ooh, I do love me some rumours, will get back to you with one when I get the chance!

Daggerheart: The Witherwild

<Snipped quote by Vertigo>

Capriccio will definitely have heard of it because Haven's occupation of Fanewick for the last five years means they've definitely come across cases of it, though the average city dweller likely hasn't seen a Withered themselves, at least not up close. Knowledge about what it exactly is however is a little murky to Havenites. Most people (at least in the big city) assume it's some kind of sickness, one that's not as bad as the Serpent's Sickness and more a 'Fanewick problem', though those travelling to the Fanewick will be warned about it.

For more, you can roll a Knowledge check.

@XxFellsingxX

Gotcha! Got a 10 from the Knowledge check (with hope), pls ignore that I accidentally rolled it in the Witchlight campaign...

I'm trying out a character sheet website I found for Daggerheart, but I figured I should make sure other people can see it before I get too far ahead of myself. Can anyone else see this?

@rush99999

It asks to sign up/login!

Daggerheart: The Witherwild

Just checking before I start planning a reply, how widely known is Witherwild in Haven? Maybe because of Capri's own history of dealing with Haven withholding information, was going with the assumption the deal with Reaping Eye and its consequences were kept under wraps, with just the general knowledge of "nature be wild in Fanewick atm yo" being what the general public knew. (With rumours of something more going on spreading or such!).

Gotta know whether this is the moment Capri hears that for the first time and goes "omg whats that i- i mean YEAH duh of course" or "shit went too far with the clueless act now i owe 'em another round of beers" :D

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

Apologies for the delay in posting. It's been a busy week with last minute preparations for and actually moving. I should have a post up soonish.

@Lurking Krog

'Tis a busy time of the year, after all! I'll wait for you (and for Haruki if needed!) before I'll toss in a post as well.

A Most Dangerous Game (2014 5e D&D)

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My, discord amongst their captors already? Not long until their whole operation collapsed then, he wagered, satisfied with both the show and the fresh blood upon his tongue.

Careful not to make accidental eye-contact with the aquatic woman — lest she turn her distasteful glee towards him — Cedess let his gaze glide over to the druid. She seemed to share some history with, or at the very least possess some prior knowledge of, the game and at least one or two of their masked hosts, as well as some 'Stefan.'

Cedess would allow her to share her knowledge at a later date, then. For now, he would be quite content watching the show go on, sipping from his chalice — which he intended to keep, by the by, once the dinner came to a close.

Tomorrow, once the game began, he would have a need of it once more.

CHANBARA [Suits, Swords, and Sorcery]

If you're still accepting sheets after the holidays, aye!

A Most Dangerous Game (2014 5e D&D)

Hey, just checking what the status of this is!