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You estimate your vision thus be at most ten centimetres. A peasoup fog, so sudden? You know big cities to be polluted to some degree from the waste of factories, but the air feels pure inside your lungs and soft against your skin. "Tis not natural in origin, this heavy mist before us." offers Khami somewhat sarcastically. "In my homeland, we would call it a Mirage, a herald of troubles to come, for wicked things are said to dwell within. Djinn, Vortessei and Daemons of dust. In some cases, swarms of lesser beasts driven on by Dire version of their kind. " "Yeti are said to travel in mist. " offers your own mouth unbidden in a voice only half your own, but no further coaxing can reveal more. Skvababt offers her own insight: "When the trail of prey grows cold and you no longer feel the warmth of your own breath upon your hand, when moist skin shivers through no lovers touch, 'ware then your surroundings and keep your senses sharp." None of this bodes well. You think for a moment back to your own training, your own youth spent in the mountainhall of Tukatt Hold. Beside stories of Yetis that were only ever stories, the occasional Troll incursion or Kobold blight, seasonal rocs, uncovered trogg nest, giant river carp, weithur, harpies, mountain lions and at least six different variations of living rock, the caves of your birth saw little of the problems of the world at large. Not surprising, as it was one of the reasons for living there, after all. A veritable Elysium when compared to places not literally carved into mountain for protection. "We might have to do some pruning of alternatives." you suggest to a general murmur of agreement. "Aye, before yon fire dims an' the beast grows bolder. " Again that voice. You huddle closer to the fire and throw what branches you can find within arms reach into its maw, and quickly try to sort through it all. Quickly dismissing creatures of rock and sand, as well as most dire animals, taking into consideration the apparent dislike for fire you conclude that you are most likely stalked by either a Vortessi (a living wind - Khami), some sort of Wraith (a monster more common in colder climes, essentially a floating swarm piranha bees according to Skvababt), a Gast (fog dwelling strangler-kin,) or a Yeti. Strategies for dealing with these monsters greatly vary, though all are said to have some apprehension to fire that does not mean that it would also hurt them. You recall your cousin thinking Yetis friendly, and this isn't really their climate, so they also seen safe to rule out. -- Vortessi are said to be playful, but they can just as easily push you off a cliff as tear the skin from your bones. Curiously you fight them off with nets, according to Khami, or capture then in bags that you then throw in a river where it will sink to the bottom. Unfortunately you are, if not lost, then at least unsure how far away the river is at the moment.  -- Wraiths you fight with fire, or alchemical explosives or large, blunt instruments. Attacking them with a slashing or piercing weapon is pointless at best. A shield bash might do the trick, but only if you catch it against something else. You suppose the bag trick might work as well, but you haven't heard of it tried.  -- Ghasts are said to be very strong but they should at least be susceptible to common arms. They operate alone, unlike the other suspects, and take great joy in sowing terror. They kill by separating their prey from its comrades and then slowly strangling them.  -- 1: Any one of these could be your adversary, and you don't really have any idea how many of them there are. Or it could all just be a fluke of the weather? What do you do? A: Write-in. -- [Battlefield Condition]  You are surrounded by a deep fog. Visibility is essentially nil. There is a mountain? You suspect that south is downhill and north is uphill. You suspect the Niddlers fled North-North-east-ish. Movement unaided by fire will be very difficult. -- [ISTEC Pre-Battle Summary] You are well-enough. You are unhurt, physically. You are somewhat rested. You have a headache. You should really go to Rim. Why aren't you going? You wear leather armour, wield waspable gauntlets and a custom-built, heirloom, Masterwork Waraxe. Skvababt is unhurt. She is rested. She wields a Longbow and wears "leather" armour. Khami is unhurt. He is rested. He wears chainmail and wields a length of chain. Kvelar is... ??? Not here. Or is he? No, he isn't. Maybe. ##Nåzom Stėgeth## is.. nearby? You feel it nearby. In this fog, it would be all but useless. -- Party Thoughts: Skvababt: "I fear my bow will be of little use, Mr. Ironscript." Khami: "Feed the fire, or feed the monster." --
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Link up... join hands or use rope. Maybe go back to back. With 10cm of visibility we're in for some Scooby-Doo shenanigans. Let's not lose each other. Ok Cow-puter, analyze and enhance. Cornuto fucked around with this message at 15:52 on Jun 7, 2018 |
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Cornuto posted:Link up... join hands or use rope. Maybe go back to back. Yeah! Rope together, have Kami swing the chain into the mist to snag any creatures, if the chain wraps something Skvababt can sight down it to try and shoot whatever, while you stand ready with the axe of it comes closer. Shuffle rotate around the fire, repeat. Have a sack ready incase it's a spooky wind.
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Swedish Thaumocracy posted:"In my homeland, we would call it a Mirage, a herald of troubles to come, for wicked things are said to dwell within. [b]We're mist dwellers now are we? Stick together, build more fires in a rough ring against the rock. STICK TOGETHER. Also, I told you we should have gotten more foof.
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Outrail posted:Stick together, build more fires in a rough ring against the rock. STICK TOGETHER. [/b] This. Can we build a ring of fire extending from the rock and sit within the flames for protection? Under no circumstances leave the fire or each other. Do not rope up, you're just going get each other tangled and immobile in a fight. Also, have Frog-Archer cover the rear arc, in case the monster decides to drop down from the rocks. Outrail posted:Also, I told you we should have gotten more foof. I kinda have to agree with you there.
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Outrail posted:Stick together, build more fires in a rough ring against the rock. STICK TOGETHER. [/b] +1 Khami spotting for Skvababt with his chain is a good idea, however theres also the danger it gets grabbed at the other end and he gets pulled into the mist by it
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alpaca diseases posted:+1 He can always just let go of his beloved chains.
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Outrail posted:He can always just let go of his beloved chains. But then the company will have to spend a couple months of income to rearm him. Deeper in debt with every mission!
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AbysmalPeptoBismol posted:But then the company will have to spend a couple months of income to rearm him. Deeper in debt with every mission! Hey, it's worked out for us so far! Oh wait no it hasn't. Not at all!
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I lost track of the story, I can only assume this is the quest to find the demon horse so we can have an old tyme prospector join the team.
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Im just worried if something reasonably more stronger than him catches it and yanks the chain, hell be flying into the mist before he even has the chance to let it go
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Outrail posted:Hey, it's worked out for us so far! My head canon name for this thread is "The Going Deeper Into Debt CYOA"
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Trouble on the Rim, Book 2, Chapter 3 The City of Whale, Eastern Outskirts Part Sixteen: A shape in the Fog Current Region: Huddik With visibility low in the extreme, you huddle together by the fire and dig through your packs for rope to tie yourselves together, to make sure no one is lost. You instruct your companions to ready up for anything and take a torch into your offhand, lightning it on the campfire whilst keeping your axe-hand free (for axing). Back to back to back, you stand near the fire, peering shallowly into mist as thick as walls. You concentrate on your business card and on the cow that resides within you, urging it out to help you make sense of the situation. You feel it out of the corner of your eye, and it informs you in its regular, monotone fashion, that it has nothing to add beyond what has already been deduced. Minutes pass as you pace, waving your torch about.  And then you see it, human-shaped, but with hollow eyes and arms at least twice as long as is normal, stalking your group a mere meter out into the sea of fog. You yell for the others to engage and they turn to face the monster. Swish! An arrow is loosened! You have no idea where it went, the meleé too sudden. Khami whips his chains to were you and your torch are pointing, but from the sound of metal on rock he must have hit the mountain. The creature is gone, only mist remaining.  What happens next you can only describe as sickening, as spindly claws wrap themselves around your shoulder and pull, at once dragging you of your feet and squeezing the breath out of you, even though only your shoulder was touched. You drop your torch, but the rope dominoes your companions into the fray, felling them as well. Khami tumbles but between the rope and his robes, his chain and his chainmail he is dragged helplessly along. Skvababt only barley manages to land on her feet after a rather impressive somersault whereupon she knocks another arrow and fires it almost-blindly in your direction.  Purple-ish blood splatters your face and you feel the pressure leave your shoulder - and your chest - allowing you to once more breath freely, you scurry to grasp your axe in two hands and swing with all your might, but hit nothing but fog.  Five seconds pass. Ten. You help Khami to his feet and edge back towards your torch which mercifully did not go out. You think you can see the camp-fire in the distance, or at least there is a spot where the fog is brighter, how far did it drag you? "Don't let it touch you." You wheeze, as if your companions needed any convincing in that department. You give your shoulder a quick once-over. The bones still feel alright in their sockets and there is only superficial scaring to your clothing. One-Zero to the hunters, you reckon. "I'm fine, looks like it only scratched me, keep your eyes open. Look for tracks of blood." They nod.  The fog recedes, if only just a bit, but enough that you can see its in the distance. Again you call out. Another arrow, nowhere near its target. Khami readies his chains but the monster is to far out. You stand with torch and shield at the ready, but once more the fog thickens and you lose track of it. "How is it so fast?" You mutter in frustration. "As with the Mirages of my homeland, it is tied to the wind." Khami proffers. "Or the fog, perhaps, in this case." "Well, how do we defeat fog?" You half-shout back; "it's not as if we brought an extra sun!" "With patience Mr. Ironscript. And a great deal of luck." 1; You are lost on the mountain with only one torch in hand and your comrades at your side. You are mostly unhurt but a little shaken and are breathing sightly harder than normal. You think you know where your campfire is, but you are not one hundred percent certain. How do you proceed? A: Head towards the light. If you lose your torch you are done for. You need that fire. B: Stay calm and carry on. C: Something else? Write-in. Swedish Thaumocracy fucked around with this message at 12:30 on Jun 14, 2018 |
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Where we last saw the thing was it towards the light or away?
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Toughy posted:Where we last saw the thing was it towards the light or away? You think it was about somewhere between 70-130° to the clockwise of the light. But seeing as it has appeared directly behind you after you saw it in front of you, you aren't sure how much that helps.
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Do we have any superbright torches? If so pop out one of those.
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Cornuto posted:Do we have any superbright torches? If so pop out one of those. [ISTEC Inventory] ##Nåzom Stegėth## - A Masterwork Siege Arbalest - You've managed to scrounge up four wooden javelins for it. The nigh indestructible right and left Waspable Gauntlets A custom-built, heirloom, Masterwork Waraxe. A set of medium quality light leather armour. A shield, dented, wood with metal trimmings. A box of delectable Ethereal RimRose Cupcakes that do not appear to spoil. There are [04] left. A priceless, if blank, parchment, in actual fact a mysterious Artifact that makes people think you have a valid ID. Don't lose it. An ITEC Business-card. The clothes on your body. A small collection of maps of the Empire. You have [zero wealth] to your name. [01] x Pouch of Coins - Speding money, rapidly dwindling. -- The rest of your assets were seized and frozen upon returning from the zBat caves, awaiting the outcome of your trial.
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Open our Third-Eye.  Grant ourselves sight-beyond-sight.  Pray it goes better than the last time we tried to do metaphysical stuff. Well... maybe just A for now. If we drop the torch and get in deep trouble we can try this as a hail mary. Cornuto fucked around with this message at 16:16 on Jun 14, 2018 |
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Jun 14, 2018 15:47
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A, I guess.
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A, hopefully we actually DO remember where the campfire is...
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Swedish Thaumocracy posted:A: Head towards the light. And maintain a 360 overwatch while moving, if possible.
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Trouble on the Rim, Book 2, Chapter 3 The City of Whale, Eastern Outskirts Part Seventeen: A Light at the End of The Fog Current Region: Huddik You try to get your bearings and slowly start making your way towards the light, back to back with your crew. Step by step, you move at a snails pace towards the beacon, knowing full well it to be your only hope should the light of your torch be snuffed.  One step followed by another, each sound however minuscule sending shivers up your spine, adrenaline surging through your body in anticipation of another brutal rush by the Gast that stalks you. Two steps, three steps, five. You take a moment to observe the ground beneath your feet, but the terrain just registers as mountainous. You still feel ##Nåzom Stegėth## nearby, somewhere, though in your state you can't really tell how far. Ten steps, twelve. You feel as if you should be there by now, but the light remains as far away as ever. You turn to your companions to verify your suspicions...  And the gast lashes out at you from the fog. Your raise your arm reflexively and catch the monster on your gauntlet, stunning it as if it just ran into a tree. Without a moments hesitation you bring your axe up in an akward underhand ark and score a glancing blow on its flank as it tumbles of off you and onto the ground. From your right comes the telltale whip of iron chains, snapping at the gasts prone form and flaying a piece of hard, leathery skin in the process. Seconds later an arrow finds its mark in the beast, though the fog intensifies to the point where you cant see what damage it did in retaliation. "Did we get it? Where did it go?" "I don't know, keep your wits about it." Your axe drips purple ichor, staining the ground with a convenient marker for where you stand, even though you are still clueless as to where exactly that is.  Two steps. Ten. Your pace a veritable crawl, you creep ever distance non-changingly lightwards. "This is useless. The fog has us all turned about." Six steps. >Crackle.< You step on something wooden. A branch. You hunch over, keeping your eyes on the horizon and feel the ground. Warm.  The campfire, sans fire. One you still see in the fog further afield. Almost floating in the sea of mist. "Uh. I don't mean to alarm you..." you say alarmingly, holstering your axe for a moment and handing your torch over to Khami. You pick up one of the half-burnt branches used to stoke the embers that until recently lived in your heart, and try to fan it into into flames once more. Though your technique is superb, you fail to coax even smouldering ashes from its copsey-corpse. "... but something has stolen our fire." They sure didn't teach you about this in general accountancy... A harsh wind blows through the mountain range, as the mist grows thick and chill. You clutter around your lonesome torch, facing who knows what, from who knows where. -- 1: Your campfire is gone. It cannot be relit, no matter how you try. As if the gast wasn't enough, you suspect this to be the result of another type of monster entirely, as fire-stealing isn't amongst the traits most commonly listed for gast-activity, an event you would believe otherwise important enough to warrant inclusion in any stories or guild published reports of said monster. The question is, how do you deal with it? A: If the camp-fire is off-limits, you'll just have to improvise more torches somehow. Perhaps by ripping some cloth and strapping it around your shield, or scavenging for non-burnt wood in the immediate area. Of course, this would leave you vulnerable to gast-rushes, as it seems to be wired to take advantage of any and all lapse in concentration. B: Attempt Trickery! Fake it out by feinting fainting, or some other clever method? Write-in encouraged. C: Wait it out. It's bleeding and you know roughly where you are now. Just stay put and hope it either dies from exhaustion, retreats or attacks you from a position of weakness. D: Go towards the light! Nobody steals your camp-fire and gets away with it. Charge! E: Something else? Write-in.
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C, play this one smart.
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Volmarias posted:C, play this one smart. Vote: C Can we also try to start another fire? If these branches won't like, perhaps other branches?
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B/D Yeah, these things probably operate on ambush and trickery, wearing at their victims minds and instilling fear. They don't seem to set traps so let's charge around and look dumb.
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Trouble on the Rim, Book 2, Chapter 3 The City of Whale, Eastern Outskirts Part Eighteen: The Light Fantastic Current Region: Huddik With only one torch and your campfire extinguished through unknown means, you make the snap decision to pursue the distant light source through the dense, danger-filled fog. Being bound to your comrades as you are, this is not as risky as it would first appear, as you are both slowed and overwatched by those at your side. That is not to say that outright ignoring your predator is not without risks, hence the thought in the back of your mind to use the whole endeavor as a feint, luring the gast into some sort of trap before it simply kills you by exhaustion. What exactly that trap would be you are less certain about, though you suppose you will see soon enough. You take a step forward, torch clutched both tightly and closely though revealing little through the nigh-solid fog that covers the entirety of the area around you.  When you aren't immediately bull-rushed, you take another, and then another and so on, until you have managed to move so far away from the boulder and non-smouldering camp that you can no longer see it and would be hard pressed to find it did you not already know it lay directly behind you. Contrary to everyday ambulation, every stride is taken with deliberate care as you do not wish to loose your footing. Your every sense is on edge, though dulled by constant south eastern pangs of headache and the fog. You suppose the headache is a hidden blessing, as it doubles as a marker of direction in this pea souper far more reliable than even the steadiest stars of the night sky.  A yelp from behind you indicates the beast has pounced, and the immediate tugging tightness of your rope corroborates the story. You rush to Khamis aid, striking the gast in the lower torso with your axe just as it poses to strike him. Two thick arrows are protruding from its hide and it has a number of oozing slashes. It is obviously injured in a way that affects its combat prowess though it does not seem to be in pain. As soon as your axe connects however, it leaps away, narrowly avoiding more arrows that would have otherwise struck it. You reach down to help Khami up, he seems pale and is obviously out of breath but that seems to be the extent of his injuries. To your somewhat-trained eye it appears the gast has trouble penetrating armour and dealing with multiple foes at once, making you even more relieved that you were not caught out here on your own. You wonder briefly how the locals would deal with it, before realizing the obvious and horrible truth: they couldn't, not really. A lone llamaherd such as you saw earlier would be lucky to lose half his herd to the beast before even realizing what was happening, his Llamas choked to unconsciousness before alarm could be raised. Survivors of any unprepared party would most likely head to the closest temple or bureaucratic office and report the sighting - from whence a bounty on the critter might land in your lap. No such 'luck' this time, as the monster sought you ought all on its own. You frown and ready you weapon, once more getting your bearings and searching for that fleeting light, or more traces of the strangler. As luck would have it, the pools of Ichor 'pon the ground beneath you grow thicker and so you spy what you think is the likely direction of its retreat. You tug on the rope and signal your intent and suspicion, carefully moving closer after a moments rest to ensure Khami's breath has been regained.  As you move, the ichor pools grow thicker and longer and the fog grows thinner, until finally you spot the gast collapsed upon the ground further afield. Immediately, Skvababt peppers the prone form with arrows - and just like that the fog dissipates entirely, which would have left you wondering had you not encountered so many a strange phenomena before. Guarded by both Khami and Skvababt, you cautiously head towards the corpse and soon sever the head from the body - if only to make sure - and take the gristly trophy and body both for to place upon your cart - to the objection of your donkey, though it cannot do much more than mewl in protest. It does not have a vote. A quick examination of the monster reveals mostly what you already knew; long arms, thick muscle-mass but atrophied of fat, humanoid with distended or sickly features, with a side-ways mouth in almost-the-right-place and matted, moistened hair. It bleeds purple ichor from many wounds, and the arrows are unsalvagable. The ichor is not acidic as far as you can tell; your wooden cart takes no damage from the splashes it receives when putting the corpse upon it, though it does appear to be noticeably moister than the mere presence of blood would caus it to be.  +1 Gast Corpse / Gast Trophy get! You breath a collective sigh of relief to be away from that ordeal, especially with being only slightly worse of than when you started, and take another moment to examine yourselves for unseen injuries. [ISTEC Post-Battle Summary] You are well-enough. You are slightly bruised. You are slightly fatigued. You have a headache. You should really go to Rim. You wear leather armour, wield waspable gauntlets and a custom-built, heirloom, Masterwork Waraxe. Skvababt is unhurt. She is rested. She wields a Longbow and wears "leather" armour. Khami is bruised. He is fatigued. He wears chainmail and wields a length of chain. -- 1: Gast dealt with for now, (you'll dispose of the body properly when you return to town) your concern turns back to the Niddlers, or perhaps to the stolen light? Where do you head from here? A: Right back to the boulder, where you construct a new camp and hope to have an uninterrupted luncheon. B: After the fleeing light, forestward! Coincidentally a direction where Niddlers might camp, if they are naught but monstrous forest-birds. As always in forests, even lower-case-f ones, one must be wary less one encounter more than one bargained for. C: To the Top! Skvababt thinks the Niddlers might roost as birds of prey, high in the mountains. Not somewhere you could easily bring ##Nåzom Stėgeth##, you'll have to make it the rest of the way on foot. Expect the climb to take an hour. D: To the caves! You spot some caves in the distance, not at the very top but certainly further than you are now. 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A. Lunch is the most important meal of the day! Besides, after that a short break is necessary
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Actually changed my mind, B, my money is still on forest Captainicus fucked around with this message at 13:34 on Jun 26, 2018 |
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B, nothing bad ever happens from following strange lights into a monster filled forest.
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B sounds fine. Good job on not getting murdered!
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Swedish Thaumocracy posted:A: Right back to the boulder, where you construct a new camp and hope to have an uninterrupted luncheon. Vote: A Also, let's learn from our past kills; let's harvest the Gast's body as much as we can (ichor blood, and whatever else might be of value?).
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CourValant posted:Also, let's learn from our past kills; let's harvest the Gast's body as much as we can (ichor blood, and whatever else might be of value?). Agreed.
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CourValant posted:Vote: A You will, but as you are in hostile territory you decided to put the corpse on your wagon for now and to harvest what you can later. If you instead want to harvest what you can now, you are of course free to do so as a write-in. Though there is little point since you have no way of preserving any of it once its out of the body, so to speak.
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Hang on to the gast carcass, see if anyone in Whale is looking for dead gasts, OH HEY it only took us five seconds to do the job  Also A
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