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 Tvar - ??? Mana: 12 Divinity: 0 Tvar blinks. Four arms leverage his chitinous body out of the dust. His spotted wings ruffle. Dust devils dance in their wake. He stands tall. His feathery antennae twitch, reading the air currents. The Wizard-forged goggles lie among the shards of the tube. He picks them up. His compound eyes take in their many reflections. A segmented hand gently brushes off any remaining glass fragments. He places them on his head. Tvar blinks. I CAN SEE SUDDENLY THERE IS VISTA THERE ARE GRAINS THERE IS SAND COLLECTIVE COLLECTING WITH PARTICLES PORTALS AND HORIZON AND HOME AND HEARTH AND SKY The wind picks up. Tvar does not blink again, or shiver. He does not feel cold. The padding on the goggles is soft against his head. An upper hand rises and adjusts them slightly. Tvar feels optimistic. WELLSPRING FLOWING BLUE BLACK GREEN RED BED UNDER UNDERNEATH LAND LEY SELF STRENGTH MAGIC MAYHEM AND POWER AND POINTS AND FLOW AND FIRE Tvar taps into the strength the Wizard gave him. He can feel mana rumbling in his belly. He utilizes a dab to ignite a fire in the goggles. He can now see further than ever before. He enjoys the sensation. Action: Using 1 mana point to activate the goggles' supernatural effect (the ability to see as far as line of sight will allow), and scan the horizon for anything interesting.
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Tvar - ??? Mana: 11 Divinity: 0 Tvar blinks. He swings his head toward the south, toward the approaching greenskins. His antennae wave gently. His mandibles part and snap. He is interested in the incomers. From his memories of the Wizard, he can predict that they may be hostile. It was an interesting development. Tvar feels curiosity. HIDE AND FIGHT AND FIGHT AND HIDE AND He casts about for anything that may be made a weapon. Shards of glass, pieces of wood, twine to tie them together. Tvar feels hopeful that he will find something. He misses the heat of the underforges in this moment. It would be good to be able to forge. But for now he must forage. Action: Weaponmaster [+6] to find anything in his wreckage that could be used as, or made into, a weapon.
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Tvar - ??? Mana: 11 Divinity: 0 Stone rings against stone. Tvar nods. He is satisfied. These flakes are not truly weapons, but he would use them as such. With one in each upper hand, and both lower hands wrapped around a smashing rock, he could fight. Now to hide. PARTICLES PORTALS AND PIPES, FOUND FIND HIDING BENEATH SANDS LIKE MONSTER, MOUTH MAW MEAL FOUND AND FIND AND FLAIL It is the task of a moment to hide. Wings and four hands brush avalanches of sand to hide Tvar's monstrous body, with only his goggled eyes emerging. He settles in to wait. He has a plan. He will watch. Actions: Hide and wait for the party to arrive. Watch what they do via the goggles. Try to get a feel for their intentions. Then rise and defeat them in combat when they come near, taking their weapons. Try to leave at least one alive if possible.
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Tvar - ??? Mana: 11 Divinity: 0 Tvar blinks at the fallen greenskin. It is not a reaction he expected. BUGS AND EGGS AND HOLES DRY DOWN UNDER SIGHT WITH WRIGGLING WRACKING RACKING STEEL AND STONE AND WOOD AND GLASS "Who. Why the tube." He asks, mandible snapping shut on the words before too many escape. Tvar wonders briefly what his voice sounds like to the creature. While waiting for an answer, he begins to pick through the bodies. Perhaps they held something useful, or something deadly. He needs weapons. He particularly hopes to find a knife. A good knife is very useful, he thinks. His antennae waft gently, this way and that. Minute vibrations echo down to his head. His four arms turn the bodies over gently. Careful, careful. The soft skin of these mammals tears easily. He does not remember fighting these sorts of mutants. He surmises that they may be a recent evolution. The cataclysm that wrecked the earth had some strange effects. They are wearing rags. Torn cloaks. He takes from them the thickest pieces he can find, and any leather. If they carried no weapons, he could still fashion them. Loot the bodies. Make sure to gather a portion of their thickest clothing. Ask the survivor who sent them and why they want the tube. a fatguy baldspot fucked around with this message at 01:43 on Jan 10, 2019 |
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Tvar - Tube Site Mana: 11 Divinity: 0 If Tvar's eyes could widen, they would. He feels something akin to happiness as a chitinous hand grips the nice knife. He thinks that it may be mithril, or goblin glass. GLASS AND FLAME AND GOBLIN GAS GREEN AND GLOWING AND BRIGHT CLEAN STRONG LONG SHARP CHEW IT UP SPIT IT OUT CHEW THEM UP SPIT THEM OUT The insect warrior shakes his head. He folds his wings into his shell and slings the satchel and crossbow across his broad back. "Friend bug," he says to the survivor. He gestures to the line of footprints in the sand. "We go." With all four hands he grips the tube carefully. He lifts it with some effort. Traveling to where-ever the softskin band came from. Navigator [+4] if needed. pre:Stats Followers: 0 Thralls: 0 Friends: 1 Items
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Tvar - Goblin Camp HARVEST HEADS AND HANDS AND HEARTS TO SCOUR THE FIELDS THE FARMS THE FILIALS A MOON IS FULL A MOON IS RED AND HARVEST Tvar's antennae lash back and forth angrily. Life is difficult when it does not simply consist of cycles of fighting and resting. His experience pushes him one way and his instincts another. He does not know why they are so strong, now. Perhaps this is a part of life on the outside of the pits. Perhaps every being suffers like this. Tvar wonders at such a world. Raising two arms above his head in a Y shape, the gladiator glances at Kee. He does not know if this will work. He will use the tube as a weapon or an offering if it doesn't and he is outnumbered. He thinks that he will need real weapons to take on an entire goblin camp. He wonders what these bosses will be like. More softskins? Good bug. Friend bug! pre:Stats Mana: 11 Divinity: 0 Followers: 0 Thralls: 0 Friends: 1 Items
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Tvar - Brain Camp “You came from the tube? Birth Tube Hide Fight? Something about the celestial bodies or seasons? Oh I know your kind. But you, perhaps, have more mind. Have more consciousness? Maybe you could be the one of your kind to help end this world so a new one might finally begin. Or would you delay the inevitable for as long as you could in a slow painful decline?” Tvar will not be drawn into conversation so easily. "Yes," he says without hesitation. To which question he leaves unspoken. SHIFTING SANDS AND ROCK AND DIRT ABOUT THE SWIRL DARK HOLE WHOLE DARK BERRIES AT THE WORLD'S END "I will help," the insectoid warrior says, into the pregnant silence. He waits for what the brain may say. He recognizes what it is - the softskins were even softer, beneath. This was taught to him in the pits. Tvar learned other things, then, but this world is different. Not certain if any of it still applies. He sees other things, as he waits. Eyes glint beneath panes of glass. He sees many things. Tvar has the inklings of a plan. He is not familiar with this feeling. He has not had to plan anything. He prefers to plan, even though it is more difficult. Freedom is not a concept he would understand, were it explained to him. But he enjoys it without knowing. Planning is movement, the wind through one one's antennae, the sway of ground underneath one's feet. He understands and enjoys these things. Tvar is looking around with the goggles of sight, dropping a mana to activate them discreetly (truesight, multispectrum, microscopic). What does he see? pre:Stats Mana: 10 Divinity: 0 Followers: 0 Thralls: 0 Friends: 1 Items
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