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Mikaela HP: 20/20 Luck: 17/17 Armor: 0 (1 with equipment) Souls: 0 Verses: 5/5) Mikaela has been strangely silent since the arrival in the Nexus, unwilling to meet even the sightless gaze of her hostess and prone to breaking out in short, sharp fits of uncontrollable trembling. The Vessel granted to her appeared as a slim book with a cover of grey leather, most of its pages blank but a few inscribed with letters of pure radiance - Mikaela glanced at the first written page barely long enough to take in a few words, then snapped it sharply shut and refused to look at it again. As Odessa experiments in the Crypt, though, Mikaela is startled into speech. "That - those things you are shaping - it... can't be." As soon as anyone inquires into Mikaela's outburst, she continues, "I have only heard, ever, of one thing that can shape itself in the way I see now - essentia, that which comes from the wellsprings placed by God to let life into the world. But it acts only by its own will, or the Divine, never anything else now bound to the cycle. To change it, even so narrowly... what are you, starspeaker?" quote:Thief lvl. 1
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# ¿ Jan 26, 2016 04:03 |
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# ¿ Apr 24, 2024 22:39 |
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slydingdoor posted:It seems that souls are absorbed by any touch, even with a kicking foot, and have no mass, and no inertia: it cannot be slid along the floor. However, you two are just able to reach a common spot such that you can exchange the shield. Mikaela HP: 20/20 Luck: 17/17 Armor: 0 (1 with equipment) Souls: 0 Verses: 5/5) Mikaela's eyes go wide with shock, and she takes the only action -- other than a futile dive at the larger man -- that could possibly do any good. She sticks one hand in the nearest soul alcove, forcing her mind away from any kind of distracting memories it may conjure up, and thrusts the other in the direction of Agerios and the plummeting plinth. Whatever may take shape, she wants it not in her own hands, but hurtling swiftly towards the block to try and deflect it. Her aim and control may be far less than perfect, however... Guess this is Defy Danger, with Int - 2d6+1 = 9
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# ¿ Jan 26, 2016 04:19 |
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Deltasquid posted:"Okay, everyone. Stick behind me for now. Dominik, ready when you are." She then seems to stand motionless for a second, eyes shut tight but head shifting back and forth slightly as if carefully examining everything around the dais. At last she opens them again and smiles, slightly. "The grace of God can sometimes see what mortal eyes cannot." Using Angelic Grace to survey the altar - 2d6+2=8. Will spend the hold as soon as possible to ask "Is there a trap here and if so, what activates it?" and pass the information on to everyone. I am not going to be able to check the thread as often as other players, so if feasible I am interested in allowing other players to declare that Mikaela has used Angelic Grace reflexively in situations where one of them is about to jump into a new unexplored area.
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# ¿ Jan 27, 2016 03:01 |
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Mikaela (HP: 20/20 Luck: 17/17 Armor: 0 (1 with equipment) Souls: 0 Verses: 5/5 Stirge 2/2) slydingdoor posted:Agerios, as you approach the dais, its artifact takes a unique form in the same manner as the one at the top of the Nexus. But this one's nature is far more sinister than its sibling: rather than give life, this one extracts it from its user as a price for granting them greater power. Truth be told, it reminds you all of the Mist itself: it tempts you and exhorts you to sacrifice your petty worldly concerns and to fulfill your destiny. quote:You link the light coming from above the bloodstain Agerios checked to that of the dais. Considering how it punched through the crack in the ceiling, it seemed as though it had mass. Furthermore, you notice that the more spell recovery items that are absorbed by your fellows, the more the cold, pale light seems to flow elsewhere than the vessels. It starts to look unsustainable by the dais, which cracks under the strain. You think that when the last spell recovery item finds its mark, the dais might break like a drat, and overflow with the "hard" light that seems to want to crush the Crypt Below. What do you do? Mikaela looks at the others, gesturing for them to come closer. "This place does not want us to tarry -- it means to collapse beneath us. I think the only way to safety is up. I judge Odessa to be the lightest among us - can the rest of us boost her higher, so she can secure some rope or ballast to aid our ascent?"
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# ¿ Jan 27, 2016 05:05 |
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Mikaela HP: 20/20 Luck: 17/17 Armor: 0 (1 with equipment) Souls: 0 Verses: 5/5 Stirge 2/2) StringOfLetters posted:To Ser Dominik, I mentioned, "Our belongings, I think, were tied to our bodies. We arrived as spirits. Bringing them here couldn't have been easy... if I didn't mention it, I drowned in the open ocean. As for our purpose in being here, there's nothing I'd like to know more." I paused, and added, "But I suppose that's always been the case." quote:And I'll run off to the spiral-sword's twin on the ceiling, trailing a rope. If we arrived there, maybe we can propel ourselves back through some similar mystical shenanigans. Whatever spirits guided us to seize the vessels, hopefully, won't leave us hanging on that account. If I reach the spiral-sword, and no urges come to mind, and poking at it or tugging it doesn't do anything, I will resort to prayer.
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# ¿ Jan 28, 2016 05:44 |
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Mikaela HP: 20/20 Luck: 17/17 Armor: 1 Souls: 0 Verses: 5/5 Stirge 2/2) Mikaela pays the Pessimist only the barest minimum of attention, after taking a moment to size him up. All may have the chance to follow God, but those who blatantly scorn to do so need not be coddled. The notion of rendering down the spiritstuff-gear she is carrying into some other rawer form is not even worth a dismissal, at the moment. StringOfLetters posted:"If I might make a suggestion, I'm intensely curious to see Lady Mikaela's homeland. Above else, I want answers about why any of this has happened. Being closest to the heavens, I imagine we may find some sort of insight there." "For myself, I would prefer to see the city of ibn Agerios, to begin with. Faith of any kind is perhaps unlikely to offer satisfactory answers to where we find ourselves and what has been done to us. A city that is ruled by philosophers might be a better place to start."
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# ¿ Jan 29, 2016 02:29 |
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Mikaela HP: 20/20 Luck: 17/17 Armor: 1 Souls: 0 Verses: 5/5 Stirge 2/2 StringOfLetters posted:I make a gagging sound. Ick. I turn to Agerios to say something sarcastic about the smells of home, but when I see the look on his face, I feel like a prick and realize that this is certainly not how he remembers it. I frown, with a horrified curl on my upper lip, and say, "Gods... is this what the mist leaves in its wake?" "I doubt that any mere... mist... could do something this completely vile simply out of pure nature. Corruption is the work of the denier and the deceiver, not something that simply comes about for no purpose. Find whichever monstrosity wanted this place to be this way, and we will find a way to undo it. Or, at the least, claim vengeance." Mikaela is inclined to strike out towards the temple, but stays at Agerios's side for now, willing to follow the warrior's lead and aid him in whatever way she is able.
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# ¿ Jan 30, 2016 01:05 |
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Mikaela HP: 20/20 Luck: 17/17 Armor: 1 Souls: 0 Verses: 5/5 Stirge 2/2 Mikaela mutters something decidedly unangelic as the beetle plows its way towards her comrades, and sprints towards a rise near the side of the path. As she rushes up it, though, she abruptly kicks into a reverse-flip, shackled wings fluttering in sympathy, and attempts to leap onto the beetle's carapace. Even as her feet twist towards a stable purchase she's manifesting a rapier in her hand, looking ahead to gaps in the chitin where she can strike, to at least distract if not hopefully kill. Defy Danger, 2d6+2 = 8
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# ¿ Jan 31, 2016 05:21 |
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Mikaela HP: 20/20 Luck: 17/17 Armor: 1 Souls: 0 Verses: 5/5 Stirge 2/2 Mikaela winces as the other beetle bears down on Dom, but decides that another attempt to get in close is only likely to give the creature more victims. Instead, she tries to look for some sort of high ground further on to catch sight of what might be inside the temple, or else attracted to the fracas from elsewhere in the wilderness. She demanifests the damaged rapier as she goes, and instead switches to a throwing knife that might be used to either distract another well-armored adversary or seriously discomfit something lighter and more nimble.
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# ¿ Feb 1, 2016 05:32 |
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Mikaela HP: 20/20 Luck: 17/17 Armor: 0 (1 with equipment) Souls: 0 Verses: 5/5) slydingdoor posted:Mikaela, you sprint ahead and find what lies in store: birds with human faces and voices circle you in the skies like buzzards, and leafless trees with branches that slowly lean and reach for you when you near them flank replace the thin, soot and tumor covered trees from before. You near the Temple, can see it through the leafless trees, but they cross their branches right in your path like the polearms of palace guards. Discern Realities - roll on IRC was 2d6=11. The question Mikaela wants answered, since she hasn't read the DW rulebook, is 'How do we get past the trees?'. Not sure which if any of the questions on the standard list best translates, let me know if I need to ask a different question altogether.
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# ¿ Feb 4, 2016 05:33 |
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# ¿ Apr 24, 2024 22:39 |
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Mikaela HP: 20/20 Luck: 17/17 Armor: 1 Souls: 0 Verses: 5/5 Stirge: 2/2) slydingdoor posted:The trees are either mobile and leafless, or covered in soot and tumors, which are likely highly poisonous. A way to spread the disease to the trees that reach would be useful in getting past them, and valuable if you desired to do so quickly and without taking too many losses. aaaaand because Mikaela's been proactive enough, that's as far as I get before the arrival of the others, or outside events, start messing everything up.
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# ¿ Feb 5, 2016 13:34 |