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RE: [EVENT] The Trial of Hydra - Reclamation - K’cil - Sep 26 2023 The anteater had survived the worst of the gas, but others weren't so lucky. The marsh was filled with the sounds of the fog's victims, choking on the air and the blood it drew. The gurgling of those unable to clear their lungs in time. The second was much quieter, but he could hear it. He wished he didn't. His group was sizable, but small enough for him to notice any disappearances. Captain was large enough to keep track of, and his first fall drew a frightened noise from K'cil; he had thought the panic was in vain when the buffalo pulled himself free, but instead he too was dragged into the emotional rollercoaster as his trial mate promptly fell into another, deeper mud pit. He shuffled over with surprising speed, wrapping his claws around the strangely shaped gemstone at his shoulder. He pulled back with all his strength, wrenching the gembound out of his certain death. @Captain [I was naïve to think he'd roll anything lower than 15] RE: [EVENT] The Trial of Hydra - Reclamation - Game Master Dark - Sep 26 2023 They moved on. Seeds were planted, a future of healing and purification promised before them in great stretches of shimmering green. The stakes now marked safe passage, the deep footfalls and marks of struggle denoting where Gembounds had almost fallen. Almost. But for one. Ahh-... but we will return to that one momentarily. Ahead lay the Salt Flats: that broad, seemingly endless expanse of caked and broken salt pan, broken and scorched by blasting heat and bone-dry air. The long march across this Flat could still be deadly, for those wounded and exhausted by their journey through Hydra. But at this hour, the temperature so high that shimmering illusions filled the horizons with tempting promises--lies--of water, even the scorpions and spiders had gone to ground. The few Eyehooks that still spiralled overhead had drawn farther and farther away, leaving the Gembound only their blistering heat, searing thirst and blinding light to press through to the end. And now... back to the silence they had left behind them. There was the quiet splash of a heavy tread, one long-trained in Hydra's dangers. And a moment later, a hulking figure approached the small, limp, wet black form lying motionless in the Dead Marsh, as though Anselm had become the very avatar of its doomed and damning nature. A six-thumbed, violet limb reached out, lifting this form almost gently, cradling it upward toward flared nostrils that towered high overhead. The gases. Beside him, then, a shuffling: the black-cloaked, hunched form appearing as if from nowhere. Vargas turned, studying him. And the form stared back, waiting. After a long moment, Vargas turned it over. "A shame," he said aloud, as if reluctant. "For one so small, it made it very far." A surprise; always a surprise, when the small, dark (and thus doubly suffering in Hydra's heat), tenacious ones made it. It reminded him of Garnet. It could have- "Not... far... enough." Vargas's eyes shot to the Masked Merchant, but he knew that the Merchant--whose fingers closed tightly upon the body, and the black Tourmaline that pierced past unseeing eyes--was right. It did not matter if one perished two steps into Hydra, or two steps from the end. Dead was dead. Claws pinched over the Tourmaline, and a soft grating sound began; the gemstone fell into black dust, a sand that scattered in a sinister glitter to join the mud of the Marsh, and all the half-hidden, multicolored grains mixed within. Then Vargas--the Masked Merchant lingering close--set out after those Gembounds who still lived... and who had by now pulled quite far ahead. Captain has taken another serious injury and lost a placement. Anselm has died. If desired, Anselm is allowed one further post to describe their death before the previous scene occurred. If Reverend wishes to defend against Aran's sabotage, he may attempt to do so before his sprint roll. • Characters should all be posted to describe the gruelling crossing of the Salt Flats. If the character wishes to attempt to move forward by one position, they may roll to do so. They may alternatively roll to try and sabotage any other character in their placement, or take any other action they see fit. • Winners will be determined by those in First Place who roll highest to sprint ahead in the sprint round. First place characters may still opt to sabotage, instead, but if others manage to get ahead, they may lose the race for first place! Should there be a need, sabotage rolls may also be taken into account (ex. if there are two in First, and two in Second who have both rolled to sabotage, then whomever rolled higher in Second will take Third Place!). • Failures are not punished this round. Critical Fails will still cause the character to take a serious injury, thus losing one position in the race. If a character is sabotaged and doesn't roll successfully against it, they will lose one position. • A character may post once to roll to defend against each sabotage attempt made against them in addition to posting their own action. • PLEASE NOTE that this is the final round. If you wanted a character to die, they are allowed to be posted collapsing on the Salt Flats, although other characters are still allowed to try and rescue them if it is IC to do so. If no one does, they may die to exhaustion or be mercy-killed by Vargas. First, second and third place rewards will be: 1st place: All survivor/participant rewards, plus... Familiar Forge + a choice of a Hydra lesser to forge that can actually leave Hydra (very powerful choices will be somewhat weakened by GM design) + free Mutation to be used during the chrysalis post-thread! 2nd place: All survivor/participant rewards, plus... The gemstone of a previous Champion of Hydra (designed by GMs, guaranteed revive) + Give Life spell (granted to the 2nd place character), + free Mutation to be used during the chrysalis post-thread! 3rd place: All survivor/participant rewards, plus... Desert Heat spell + 200 bonus Magicka + free Mutation to be used during the chrysalis post-thread! Placement: First: Corsair, Wisperia, Duck Duck, Fleas Second: Huntsman, Hymn Third: Spinnaker, One, Whistle Fourth: Galleon, K'cil, Star, Conleth Fifth: Kaizer, Ivory, Glory, Ruby-Beta, Reverend, Aran, Captain Sixth: Warrior, Jim, Zhusha, Fiver @Wisperia (Hymn, Star) @Galleon (Fleas, not Anselm RIP) @Ruby-Beta (Glory) @Whistle (K'cil, Duck Duck) @Aran @Zhusha (Captain, Jim) @Conleth (Huntsman, One) @Reverend (Spinnaker, Kaizer) @Warrior (Corsair, Ivory) @Fiver RE: [EVENT] The Trial of Hydra - Reclamation - Anselm - Sep 26 2023 Anselm was able to linger in her dreams for a few fleeting seconds, though for her they felt a milennia. They were memories, artifacts from a time past, haphazardly played and replayed in her memory. Anselm saw glimpses of the past in them. The blistering entrance of Hydra. The feeling of loamy dirt and ash on paws. A brief glimpse of a skull encrusted with green gems. Marbled floors. And finally, the view of snow from high above, tightness around her tiny body. She felt their emotions flicker through. Joy, fear, anger, awe. It was enough to last a lifetime. All this within the span of ten seconds. All this as their chest gave its last soft rises. All this as their heart beat its last. All this as her body finally fell silent and peaceful. Within twenty seconds the hare was gone. An empty body, still posed as if to run, or to fight. Her matte fur clung to by the greyish mud. When the merchant ground her stone to dust, she would become an outlier among the cave animals. She was granted what some would call a rare mercy, some a rare tragedy. Anslem would recieve true death. RE: [EVENT] The Trial of Hydra - Reclamation - Warrior - Sep 26 2023
@Zhusha @Jim @Fiver (everyone is invited on a pony ride) RE: [EVENT] The Trial of Hydra - Reclamation - Galleon - Sep 26 2023
Galleon was relieved to see the water buffalo had been helped. They looked sure not to make it, and even now seemed to be teetering on the brink. There was a chance that Galleon might not have gotten there quick enough, but the anteater was on the job. All thwas was left was to continue on. As they moved forward, Galleon briefly paused. Her eyes lingered on the limp form of the black hare. There was no movement from its flanks. No heart beat to send vibrations through the mud. They were well and truly dead. She had been successful at helping some. Some, but not all. A rage welled up in her, and she drove her claws into the mud. She would not let anyone else die here. Not now, not ever. RE: [EVENT] The Trial of Hydra - Reclamation - Ivory - Sep 26 2023
@Captain RE: [EVENT] The Trial of Hydra - Reclamation - Fleas - Sep 26 2023
Fleas hated this place. She hated the dunes. She hated the cliffs. She hated the marsh. But most of all? She hated the gall of this place to force her to endure the salt flats after all of that. Fleas wanted to yowl out with the full force of her aggravation and exhaustion, but all she could do was stare at the unending plains of burning hot salt. Fleas is moving forward RE: [EVENT] The Trial of Hydra - Reclamation - Corsair - Sep 26 2023 ![]()
Corsair is moving ahead! RE: [EVENT] The Trial of Hydra - Reclamation - Whistle - Sep 26 2023 Was there anything after this? Whistle couldn't remember what the Merchant had said, or much of the where she started for that matter - aside from the close encounter with the sandworm. That would be difficult to forget for a long while. They'd made it through the marsh at least. At least, most of them did. She heard the sound of gasping up ahead, the victims breathe horridly wet. The smell of blood hung heavy, and though she quickened her pace in response, by the time she drew near, the gembound was silent. She made an effort not to look too close at the lump on the ground, but she recognised it as the little black rabbit she'd seen ahead of her. She knew nothing about him, but the tug at her chest was swift and strong. Her body was so small. She felt her lungs clear, a weight lifting from her shoulders as the fog lifted - but the sight of the first and only victim of the trial still lingered. The heat blasted down on her anew, and she managed to steel herself in time - summoning a final gust of wind, she lightened her steps further, charging for the invisible finish line. She didn't delude herself with thoughts of winning - she just wanted to get this over with. Whistle is moving forward. RE: [EVENT] The Trial of Hydra - Reclamation - K’cil - Sep 26 2023 The crowd shifted into quiet chatter, something K'cil was not fully equipped to engage in. He tried his best, responding to Ivory's kind words with an appreciative little anteater noise. He did little else, continuing his trot to the finish line with the motley crew they had incidentally assembled. |