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Zanna pauses mid-attack to size up her fellow fighter. "Hmm...you have mshava...very well, follow it and fight from the Front--" At that moment, Zanna is attacked, and Stunned by the lightning spider's shocking web. While Zanna recovers in the Front Row, Samantha attacks Glow Widow B and C from the Front Row. Battle Order: Zanna Samantha Samantha John Alburn Addok-zo Boris
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Hey, @Sandy, any word on the magic shop in the Marketplace? There's a severe lack of gems and scrolls available in the game in general at the moment, so it's sorely needed.
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"No word from Miirym yet, but Glaz sent me a Z-Mail...mentioned he'd keep an eye on her. It's not much, but it's the best I can hope for for now." Arthur shrugs helplessly. It was in the angel's hands now. "Thanks, Thormanil. I'd prefer to still be a Dragoon, but until then Skirmisher will have to do. And speaking of pointy sticks...I should probably visit the Marketplace at some point." Taking his new gear, Arthur looks towards the Marketplace, but does not yet leave.
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Standing in front of the Samantha, Zanna attacks Glow Widow B with Sven's Dagger. "Stay behind me," she directs to Samantha, who takes on Itsy-Bitsy Spider Mob A from the Back Row. "Make sure the groups with more of them are covered, but also spread out our attacks." she instructs the others. Battle Order: >The Samantha (Jeweled small sword) vs. Itsy-Bitsy Spider Mob A - The Alburn (Gold long sword) vs. Zanna (Sven's Dagger) vs. Glow Widow B - >The Addok-zo (Jury-Rigged Long Hand Cannon) vs. The Bruhalv (???) vs.
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Zanna looks through her telescope again in confusion, asking "I did not see a thing-that-holds-drink. I do think I hear a person, though."
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"There is something up ahead. I do not know if it is a trap, but we will have to do something about it either way."
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"And some times those who think they know us best know us the least." *Of all of us here, I should know,* Zanna thinks to herself. *From personal, painful experience.* At the mention of the Blaine's disappearance without recovery of a body, Zanna exchanges a significant glance with the Addok-Zo, but she wisely chooses not to vocalize her suspicions. At the Alburn's prompting, Zanna uses her telescope to scan the road ahead for disturbances.
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"I am first from Kalma," Zanna replies with uncertainty, "But now that I am of the tribe of Heroica, its home is mine." Zanna frowns at herself. Normally thoughts of Kalma were ones of pride, but at the moment the only memories she can recall are those of pain...and of other feelings best left forgotten. "It is not love to deny a person being what they are," Zanna snaps with a ferocity she instantly regrets. "I...forgive me, khrnkav, my thoughts were in another place." "Emotions can be a source of strength, if used well. Who was this Blaine person, if it would not be rude to ask?"
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Zanna seems uncharacteristically uncomfortable about the Samantha's first question, but she does her best to maintain her composure. "I...yes. For me, the only way to know if you can fight is to fight. I would not take that chance away from any person who wants it. You will join us."
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Zanna accepts the garb and fastens the cloak around her shoulders before confidently mounting the 'horse' provided for her, her practiced movements clearly indicative of having ridden many a beast...including, most likely, a few that had been trying to kill her all the while. She tries to size up the beast, wondering if, like her, its soft, squishy exterior might belie a powerful fighting strength. "Well, then, I am ready to go. Unless there are more things to take care of?"
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Arthur nods. "Will do." Shrugging as Vindsval's Scroll is sold to someone else, Arthur moves over to Thormanil's table. "Good to see you, friend. I believe this would do well in Arx's collar?" Arthur hands his Ethereal Topaz to Thormanil. "How is he, by the way? I haven't seen either of you since...well..." He sighs, recalling the circumstances of Miirym's departure. "It's been a while," he concludes lamely.
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"What are these 'horr-sez' you speak of? Do they have a hard...ah...flesh-cover...and many legs? I used to ride such mounts in Kalma, but they seem not common here. If your 'horr-sez' are mounts, I can ride them."
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"That is strange. On the way here, the Blanton killed a demon the rest of us almost could not hit. I do not know if he can be called a khrnksh as you say, but he can fight well." Zanna glares at the Alburn, not bothering to disguise her flagrant suspicion of the man.
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"What do you want me to say Dyric? Do you think I want to be persuaded to stay? You know better than I do that I'm getting older. At some point my body is going to give in, and then I'm dead or crippled. And for what? A city that doesn't care." Guts took a deap breath. "That's unfair, but you always were able to help people better than I have, Dyric. I've done all I can in Eubric. I am sailing out. Just like that." "I don't think you will, you know..." A knowing look crosses the Skirmisher's face. "I see. Well, then, I suppose the only thing I can say is, 'fair seas, and following skies.' Take care, Captain Holla." As Arthur looks away, his gaze passes over Dyric. One of many, he thinks to himself. How long will it be before it's Dyric I'm having this conversation with? Or Karie, or...well, I suppose I've already had this conversation with Sorrow, only he chose to come here to die rather than leaving. He thinks of Guffington, his last Quest with Guts, and how he, too, had chosen to sail the world for his final days. Guts had known, then, that their employer was dying--had he known it of himself, too? He'd noticed, in Etheria, the man's slowing reactions, his occasional forgetfulness of requests and details. Perhaps he should have expected this, but yet somehow he hadn't. Somehow the mighty Guts Holla had been a fixture of Heroica ever since Arthur first returned from Bric'bay; it was unthinkable that he would ever leave, and yet here he was now. Doomed to watch them come and go, as I last ever on...perhaps a fitting punishment for my ill deeds. And yet he still can't help feeling hollow at the thought. Upon hearing that the Scroll is on the market, Arthur gratefully takes the excuse to peel himself away from his morose train of thoughts. He digs through his bags, finally finding a familiar gemstone within. He grins. "You know, I think you sold me this Sapphire some time ago. It's served me well, but if you're parting with that Scroll of Frailty, I'd be happy to trade it back to you in exchange. Sound fair?"
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Arthur hands over an additional 250 Gold, as well as the 250 Gold and the Grating Stone he had just offered. "Many thanks. Here's hoping I'll see you again next time I'm in Etheria, eh?"
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Zanna nods, but then frowns. "Forgive my bad Common, but I thought we would be five? We were told it would be the three of us from the tribe of Heroica, and two others. Did I hear wrong?"
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Sorry for not answering this earlier! I am indeed using Bluerender, which has options for custom lighting via the scene.sc file. It's basically the same as the Blender renders I used to do, but now with Bluerender the trial and error of placing and coloring the lights only takes a few hours per shot, instead of the days it used to take. Anyway, while we're waiting for 150 to wrap up, why don't we have another preview?
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Zanna rests in her bedroll, eager to face the challenge of the new day.
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Arthur starts, not realizing that Dyric had been able to hear him. He glances around furtively to make sure a few certain Heroes were either not present or else otherwise occupied, then lowers his voice, indicating Dyric should do the same. "It's uh...kind of a long story. Did I ever tell you the full story about where I'm from? How we were among the first Chaos-worshipers, and among the first to rebel? Well, a side-effect of that is, we've all got a little Chaos in us--effectively, part-Chaos Beast, but just barely. Well, with that kind of magic...you can imagine how my actions back in the day affected that sort of thing." "That would have been the end of it...until Prometheus Regret--no relation to the Master of Regret--taunted me and defiled Triad's grave. In my anger, I tapped into the power of my Zoot's Plaything--and it bound itself to me. Changed me. I'm...not really human anymore--my physical appearance is just an illusion, a disguise. I'm a living weapon of Chaos: 'Zoot's Rebel', an inky black mass taking a human shape for convenience's sake. I--" Arthur spots Guts Holla. Finally. "I'll be right back, Dyric." After reclaiming his 250 Gold, Grating Stone, and Ethereal Topaz from Sorrow, Arthur approaches the Marauder. "Long time no see," the Skirmisher comments. "I believe I owe you for something you bought for me back in Etheria, yes?" Arthur looks around for Thormanil, but the Dragoon is nowhere to be seen. "I have 250 Gold and a Grating Stone. Do you want the remaining 250 Gold now, or are you willing to wait for another Grating Stone?"
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"And who will be with us?" The unasked question--'And will they really be with us?'--hangs heavy upon the air. "If there is a tri...tray...vahnrksk with us who acts against us, how will we know which one it is?" Zanna looks around for the Blanton. "And does the Blanton know our plan?"
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"My name is Zannaqim. I am msh'ksk of the tribe of Heroica. I am here to fight worthy enemies." *I hope...* the Selkreeth warrior thinks, her suspicions sufficiently stoked by the waffling and delays of both the Blanton and the Tweed. "I am a...person...of action, so if it would not be rude, please tell us why you need us as soon as you can. I wish to get to work."
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Thanks for these additions--with them, things get a LOT easier for us in Heroica. Any word on a plugin that will allow for custom font colors, or is that just going to have to be a BBCode-only thing?
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Yeah, I definitely think that we don't just put one person in Sandy's place, no one can handle that kind of burden on their own. Honestly, I think something akin to the way we already handle the Fields of Glory would be the best plan--that way, when someone gets burned out or is already handling a bunch of other stuff, there's others around to pick up the slack. I definitely wouldn't want to start over. As much fun as has been had in the early days (and as much easier as it was to just make stuff up without worrying about it contradicting something else that's been established ), having looked back recently I have to admit it was kind of a mess. In a weird way, Sandy caught lightning in a bottle--I don't know if it could be recreated again. Maybe a specific reframing--a timeskip or a prequel game or something along those lines--but then again, events like CAT and Quests like 38 and 107 (107 was the rediscovery of the Imps Quest, right? ) have shown that we are capable of exploring those sorts of possibilities even within our current continuity. ...to be honest, I mainly want to avoid that awkward period where half of us had bizarre soap opera-esque side-storylines about our own characters that had nothing to do with the Quests at hand but got shoehorned in anyway (like the stupid Caroline stuff I just re-encountered while looking in the Hall for the reference to the Bric'bay time warp ). Hmm...I wonder if auto-merge is still a thing? Only one way to find out (apologies in advance if it turns out to not be a thing anymore ). Oh gods...reading through the back-history of the Hall...So. Much. Cringe. Oh hey, auto-merge IS still a thing! Excellent. Ohhh boy. Some of these memories though. @swils, remember when you and I and CJP and...who was the last one, Dannylonglegs? Or was it Doc? Anyway, remember that time when we figured out how to generate literally infinite gold in the Fields of Glory using the Sword of the Vampir, two Healing Staffs, and the old Sorcerer SHIELD-roll and gold-earning rules? Good times, good times.
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As she accelerates her pace, Zanna checks her coin-pouch for any unexpected additions (or deficiencies, as the more likely case seems to be). Upon not finding gold pouring itself into her pockets as the phrase seemed to indicate, she stares at Tweed with an expression of utter confusion.
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"Of a sort. Remember that big space-time warp a few years back? It feels like something like that's happened recently. The world itself feels different...even a little wrong." He shakes his head as if to clear it, then shrugs. "It will pass. As it has before." He nods towards Bobby and his group, a few tables away from where the Skirmisher had settled after his exchange with Zanna. "I'm more concerned about the boy over there. From the sound of it the poor guy got strong-armed into making a deal with Zoot, and it's not exactly been great for him." Arthur shakes his head sadly. "And I thought my Chaotic curse was bad..." he mutters, momentarily forgetting that Dyric was near enough to hear.
