Emjajoas
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"Agreed," Mortimer states, frantically looking for clues, his eye darting around wildly-- a stark contrast to his detached and calm demeanor. "Boomingham, can your angel sense him?"
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Mortimer nods slightly. Swift. Curt. "You acted too rashly. The Reaper's awakened. You've no time to falter."
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Mortimer frowns, glancing at both of his hands with a heavy sigh and standing on wobbly legs. Thoroughly exhausted, he glances around for clues.
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"Real gold? No. Adamantium," Garrett replies, drawing the spears and twirling their butts to face Guts. "Look all you like, but don't try to swipe 'em. They're my treasures." Grabbing a hold of both, Guts notices two things: their weight and balance are strange. The spears are lighter than expected, and their balance is off-- the tips are heavier than the butts. Examining further, Guts notices that the spears are well-worn and battle-scarred, but also well-kept. "The Overwatch are basically our overseers. They're the surpreme authority and our standing army. I don't know much about their inner workings, but they've a few divisions, each operated individually. The politicians, the army, and the elite."
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"Killed the last of you that wants to die. Killed the last of you actually worth something," Mortimer chokes. Drawing back his bow, he fires an arrow at the Oculoid horde massing before him. "Pity."
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"Some of us just need a drink sometimes," the blonde replies, slightly somber. "Most are afraid of going out because the bodies are... creepy. If you're new in town, just remember to obey the Overwatch and City Guard, and you'll be welcome within out walls any time." "A sentiment we both shared. The Overwatch are the City's Elite, and our military. They make the city run. The City Guard maintain the peace within our walls. Or try." Garrett locks his predatory gaze, meeting Nerwen's eyes. "How should I put it... I'd say it involves a few spears, a few... evenly matched people. Some sweat, a little bit of blood, a whole lot of effort." "From what I've seen," the bartender mutters, "I'd reckon they're part of an army. You notice the underclothes? Fits under armour. Don't recognize them, though."
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"In the state you're in, you could hardly refuse any aid offered." Mortimer kneels before Prometheus, glaring daggers at the beast with his one good eye. "I'm human, progg. I'm weak. The pain would last but a second. The proggs deserve better than y-- than the Regret gave them. None can truly pay for their crimes with death."
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"I'd rather regret letting him die than regret letting him live," Mortimer mutters. "He's begging for death. He's in pain. And we know what he'll become-- unless there's some other way we can help him." Em gently brushes his left hand over his eyepatch, frowning. "Tell me, Prometheus-- The Antimutilav tears apart souls, does it not? I don't understand how that magic works, but if someone were to substitute their soul for yours..."
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"They... worry me. I'm not quite... sure what to think of them. Everyone's afraid of ending up like them, despite nobody going missing. Bodies popping up unexplained is always frightening." "Assassin of the Light?" one of the girls asks with a giggle. "Can't say I have. What's it like?" The other, more serious, greets Hoke with a gentle wave. "Hello, sirs," she replies, her voice crisp. "I'd say business," Garrett mutters, leaning on the bar's counter, "but it's honestly all pleasure. I'm wandering from place to place just looking for a good time. Home just didn't cut it for me anymore." QM Note: going to be dropping in and out the next 48 hours, probably won't have time for another update-- feel free to RP this out for a bit if you'd like.
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Heroica RPG - Decamon Tournament: Saffron Cup
Emjajoas replied to Sandy's topic in The Heroica Archive
Em plays Sylph (Electric 3), winning the round. With slight hesitation, he plays the last card in his hand-- the Stone Golem (Rock 8). -
Guts -50 gold/+1 Health, Pretzel -50 gold/+1 Health "Partially. Nasty stuff, that. Rumour comes in and out like there's no tomorrow; people claiming to have seen mighty wizards and witches, dragons, all sorts of mythical beings. Bunch of tomfoolery. If you want my opinion, I think it's one o' them... what do you call 'em? Vampires? They feed of life energy, right? But it's mostly the unrest in the Kingdoms. You must have heard the rumours that one of the Dukes thought he could get away with... Plundering a few of the princess' castles, shall we say? Nasty load of political hogwash, that." The meal consisted of a large slab of meat-- it was real meat, though a mixture of what looked like Deer, Moose, and Bear-- and some vegetables, presumably home-grown. It was about as natural as food comes. "When the city guards are that on edge," the barkeep shrugs, "they tend to tip back their glass quicker-- and more often. Citizens rarely come these days, but I hardly miss 'em. A lot caused trouble for the guard boys." "'Fraid other than political scandals and mass murders, there's not much to say. Ovalen's been pretty quiet otherwise. Almost worryingly so." Garrett's tone sharpens slightly, his smile fading. "Nothing brave nor manly in fighting a weak foe," he replies, his focus honing. "The bastard died in the Pits some five years ago. There's no way he's scaring villagers now. Ghosts can't travel that far. You and your merry band investigating the bodies?"
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"Some folk don't fear for their lives so much as their thirst," the bartender chuckles. "It's been the opposite of quiet, in fact. Bad for business, aside from the guardsmen. What can I get for you?" "Only the finest brews," the white-haired man replies. "The house Mulled Wine is especially good. Only fifty gold apiece. We carry Mead for 15, Soma for 43, and some potions for 9 gold each. We've also got enough meat for two Hearty Meals; I hear those increase your maximum health by one? Fifty gold, apparently." "There's not much worse than a dishonest catastrophe," the armed man replies with a toothy grin, Nerwen catching his attention. He winks playfully, continuing with his story. "So of course he rushes me, battle axe drawn and everything. I'm a little upset though, yeah? So I draw my blade-- and then he gets upset! Can you believe that? He wanted to fight me at my peak. He thought he could take on the spears and I." Laughing to himself, the man rubs beneath his eye as if wiping away a tear. "It was almost heartbreaking. I laughed at him, of course, which served to anger him further, but in the end he didn't last over a minute. It was sad, really. Weak men are so quick to anger." Turning his attention to Nerwen again, he gives her a nod. "Name's Garrett. You're... not from around here. Hmm." Glancing at the rest of the party, Garrett's playfully crooked grin widens. "Boy-band entourage, too. Some sort of famous musician?"
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It was supposed to have the innards as well as another half to the post. Looks like it got cut off? I'll fix that right away. Charleton crosses his arms, nodding to the tavern. "I'll leave you to your investigation, Heroes-- find me when you've more to share. I've snooping of my own to do." The heroes, now parted from their guide, head into the scarcely-decorated tavern. The white-haired bartender smile a greeting as they entered; the only other denizens were two women and one armed man. He wore two spears on his back and a sword on his hip-- his armour was a dark blue. He grinned, hands motioning as he told the ladies some sort of story. "And you know what the cocky bastard says? 'You don't look so strong. I reckon I can wreck you.' Not only was he entirely wrong, but he used a terrible play on words as well. An honest catastrophe."
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Charleton shuffles nervously behind the heroes as they follow the faint scratch along the stone. It soon leads them out onto a narrow street once more, situated across a plain tavern and a few food stalls, but disappears from there. The guard-captain sighs. "This used to be a busy street, but lately the folk have been staying at home. Poor tavern's only got a few brave souls. Good place as any for information, though."
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"We attack until he dies. Perhaps you ought to draw Scupperer soon; give the poison time to take its toll." Drawing back his bow, Mortimer scowled. "Perhaps letting him live was the wrong choice. I've no clue. But, for now, I'm glad to have another sword."
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Heroica RPG - Decamon Tournament: Saffron Cup
Emjajoas replied to Sandy's topic in The Heroica Archive
Em plays Shedu (Rock 5), winning the round, and starts the next round off with Pterodactyl (Flying 7). -
Battle Order B: Mortimer VS The Regret with Blazing Bow from Back Row Erdathcath VS Tail with Handcannon from Back Row Masson VS Tail with Darksteel Zandatsu from Back row Johon uses a grand potion on Boomingham? from the Back Row unless Roots of Life is rolled, in which case Johon VS Tail with Muckracker from Front Row Johon VS Tail with Muckracker from Front Row Boomingham VS Tail with Frozen Saber from Front Row Karie VS Spine with Oculoid Palm from Back Row Jeaux VS Spine with Handcannon from Back Row Punii VS Spine with Tiny Tail from Back Row Alice VS Spine with Ivory Hammer from Back Row All hits on Tail if it falls are retargeted for the Regret from the Back Row, including if it will die to negative effects/chip damage at the end of the turn
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Heroica RPG - Decamon Tournament: Saffron Cup
Emjajoas replied to Sandy's topic in The Heroica Archive
Em leads with Gargoyle (Rock 4), nodding to his opponent. -
I'm going to say it right now, but I already regret nothing for picking the party I did based solely on the Alexander/Guts exchange. Absolutely brilliant.
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The marks were like small indentations; when the person had died, their face hit the stone, causing the 'scars.' It must have happened after the person's death. Guts finds nothing of note; however, the corpse's clothes seem strange. The pants are normal enough, but the shirt seems more like an undershirt; something one might wear under more formal attire, or, more commonly, armour. When examining the area for signs of a struggle, Hoke notices that the area is, more than anything else, clean-- aside from a few scrapes on the stone, perhaps from some sort of metal striking it. They were close to the body- one in particular stretched out a ways, a thin white line on the normally grey stone. Dyric notices it at the same time. "The other bodies are being inspected individually in our morgue. They're all the same. They have similar clothes, for the most part, though some are wearing... actual clothing. Most of them are being..." Charleton shivers a little. "Taken apart in hopes that we can properly identify the cause of death. So far, nothing, but given another few days and this body'll be torn apart too. Futile."
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Mortimer shrugs, regarding the powerful being with his only good eye. "I've no qualms being covered in filth, rotting under it all. Rock bottom is a solid platform on which to stand. And fight, apparently."
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"Any man gets nervous when his opponent lands a lucky hit," Mortimer scoffs, bow raised. "This is nearly checkmate, Regret."
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Oh, alright. Didn't know that was a positive effect. My bad. Battle Order A (IF ROOTS OF LIFE IS ROLLED) : Mortimer VS The Regret with Blazing Bow from Back Row Erdathcath VS Spine with Handcannon from Back Row Boomingham VS Tail with Frozen Saber from Back Row Masson VS Tail with Darksteel Zandatsu from Back Row Johon VS Tail with Muckracker from Back Row Johon VS Tail with Muckracker from Back Row Karie VS Spine with Oculoid Palm from Back Row Jeaux VS Spine with Handcannon from Back Row Punii VS Spine with Tiny Tail from Back Row Alice VS Spine with Ivory Hammer from Back Row Battle Order B (IF ROOTS OF LIFE IS NOT ROLLED) : Mortimer VS The Regret with Blazing Bow from Back Row Erdathcath VS Spine with Handcannon from Back Row Boomingham VS Spine from Back Row Masson Remedies Karie from Back Row Johon chugs a Grand Potion from Back Row Johon remedies Erdathcath from Back Row Karie VS Spine with Oculoid Palm from Back Row Jeaux VS Spine with Handcannon from Back Row Punii VS Spine with Tiny Tail from Back Row We legit need a clutch roots of life right now. Praying to the dice gods as we speak.
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I rolled Shield last round, should I not have absorbed most of this round's hits?
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"We, too, thought it was some sort of life-draining magic, but the town guard lack experience in... Identifying any type of witchcraft. That's why we came to you. And, if someone is planting the bodies instead of murdering citizens, then your task remains-- get to the bottom of it. We can't afford to let this continue." Sighing, Charleton makes his way towards the door. "Come with me." Charleton leads the party down the stairs and into the streets below, quickly turning into a back alley and leading them through a winding maze of narrow streets. His eyes dart back and forth, always on the lookout, hand clasped tight around the hilt of his sword. It seems not even the guard-captains were faring well with tensions this high. Finally, the heroes catch a glimpse of their target. Drawing closer, they realize that Charleton was right-- the corpse is mummified and beyond all recognition. Their clothes were unharmed, but their head was bald, their eyes dried to dust, their skin gaunt and grey, their body far too thin. There were marks along the left side of the body's face where it had fallen and hit the stone walkway as it died. Charleton gestures towards it, shoulders tense. "That's it. That's the body." OOC: A very special thanks to Bricksandparts for the sets for this scene!