Mystic Syn she/her Posted February 10, 2022 Author Posted February 10, 2022 “Then why can’t I defeat one Deathgranter?” he asked, looking down at his hands. “Why am I the first one down? Why can’t I be normal? Why can’t I help? “I’m useless, Elya,” Ji whispered softly. “I’m nothing.”
Channelknight Fadran Posted February 10, 2022 Posted February 10, 2022 (edited) "He wasn't just a Deathgranter. He..." She stopped. This wasn't where his thoughts were. Elya took in a breath, then reached her hand out towards him. It was just a few inches off his hammock, so hopefully close enough. "It's okay, Ji," She said, hand shaking and still crusted with red. @Mystic Syn Edited February 10, 2022 by Channelknight Fadran
Quivil Posted February 10, 2022 Posted February 10, 2022 (edited) Kazh threw up a wall of phantom flame and slid back down the rope while Elya was distracted. Quote Phantom flame looks and feels exactly like magic fire except that it doesn't actually wound you - it just feels like it will - and it won't spread. It lasts for a minute unless I dismiss or maintain it. Edited February 10, 2022 by Tani
Quivil Posted February 10, 2022 Posted February 10, 2022 (edited) Quote I'm busy proving how easy it is to get away from them. Basically I made fake fire between us and slid down the rope. Edited February 10, 2022 by Tani
Channelknight Fadran Posted February 10, 2022 Posted February 10, 2022 Quote Oh. That makes sense. We're just having a moment over here
Quivil Posted February 10, 2022 Posted February 10, 2022 Quote well I used your moment to make my escape so...
xinoehp512 he/him Posted February 10, 2022 Posted February 10, 2022 Grace assessed the flames. "Will that be a problem?" she asked.
Channelknight Fadran Posted February 10, 2022 Posted February 10, 2022 39 minutes ago, Tani said: Quote Elya’s more than capable of knife-sniping someone. Yeeting flames at her and shimmying away could very much result in your demise.
Quivil Posted February 10, 2022 Posted February 10, 2022 21 minutes ago, Channelknight Fadran said: Elya’s more than capable of knife-sniping someone. Yeeting flames at her and shimmying away could very much result in your demise. Quote Really? Isn't she about collapsed from exhaustion and bloodloss rn?
Channelknight Fadran Posted February 10, 2022 Posted February 10, 2022 Quote Well yeah. But also she’s really good at knives.
DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns Posted February 10, 2022 Posted February 10, 2022 "Verim, can you get yourself up?" Lyanor asked. @Fallapede
xinoehp512 he/him Posted February 10, 2022 Posted February 10, 2022 2 hours ago, Channelknight Fadran said: Quote Grace can heal her if she gets sniped.
Fallapede Posted February 10, 2022 Posted February 10, 2022 "I'll make my best effort of it." Raviid pulled himself off of Lyanor's shoulders and began slowly ascending once Kazh had gone past.
Channelknight Fadran Posted February 10, 2022 Posted February 10, 2022 Quote ...what I'm saying is let them have their moment
DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns Posted February 10, 2022 Posted February 10, 2022 Lyanor followed behind Verim, making sure he wouldn't slip and fall, though she wasn't sure what she'd do if he did.
Mystic Syn she/her Posted February 10, 2022 Author Posted February 10, 2022 4 hours ago, Channelknight Fadran said: "He wasn't just a Deathgranter. He..." She stopped. This wasn't where his thoughts were. Elya took in a breath, then reached her hand out towards him. It was just a few inches off his hammock, so hopefully close enough. "It's okay, Ji," She said, hand shaking and still crusted with red. @Mystic Syn He looked towards her, but something was different. He looked the same, but something in his eyes… It was that boy, eleven years ago. Frightened. Helpless. Confused. Alone. Cold. Scared for his life. Broken beyond repair. Yet… Ji reached out, brushing her fingers with his. “I hope you’re right,” he whispered. 7 minutes ago, Channelknight Fadran said: ...what I'm saying is let them have their moment Quote I gotchur back
Channelknight Fadran Posted February 10, 2022 Posted February 10, 2022 Elya closed her grasp, holding onto him from there. Even that was difficult, and her hand shook in his.
Frustration Posted February 10, 2022 Posted February 10, 2022 Quote Is this good? I've probably messed something up. Spoiler Name: John Domad Sex: Male Age: 34 Race: Dosh Appearance: Tall, his skin is a darker blue than most of his kind. Completly bald Personality: You know the DM mindset of "Doesn't intend to TPK, doesn't intend to appologise either?" Well it's the opposite of that. Mystic: John is a Life/Space/Time/Rememberance mystic, however he is so weak he has no control over his abilities and doesn't even know he has them. When he is stressed, time appears slowed down for him, allowing him to move faster and hit harder, however not enough to be seen as wildly outside normal capacity. Additionally he will heal slightly faster than normal, but not to a noticable amount. And finally he can commit anything to memory forever. Backstory: John was bright and friendly, born to a loving family and work hard to join the military. Until he had to kill for the first time, it broke him. Two years later, with no expaination he resigned from duty, and has been wandering ever since. 1
Mystic Syn she/her Posted February 10, 2022 Author Posted February 10, 2022 10 minutes ago, Channelknight Fadran said: Elya closed her grasp, holding onto him from there. Even that was difficult, and her hand shook in his. “You should get some rest,” he said, finally looking her in the eye. 8 minutes ago, Frustration said: Hide contents Name: John Domad Sex: Male Age: 34 Race: Dosh Appearance: Tall, his skin is a darker blue than most of his kind. Completly bald Personality: You know the DM mindset of "Doesn't intend to TPK, doesn't intend to appologise either?" Well it's the opposite of that. Mystic: John is a Life/Space/Time/Rememberance mystic, however he is so weak he has no control over his abilities and doesn't even know he has them. When he is stressed, time appears slowed down for him, allowing him to move faster and hit harder, however not enough to be seen as wildly outside normal capacity. Additionally he will heal slightly faster than normal, but not to a noticable amount. And finally he can commit anything to memory forever. Backstory: John was bright and friendly, born to a loving family and work hard to join the military. Until he had to kill for the first time, it broke him. Two years later, with no expaination he resigned from duty, and has been wandering ever since. Quote Mmmm, that many powers seems a bit too OP. If it were narrowed down to two, that’ll be fine. Either than that, looks good.
Quivil Posted February 11, 2022 Posted February 11, 2022 Quote time doesn't stop for anyone in D&D or GURPS, and your moment looks like it's going to end with you resting, and I started this before yous started that iirc. Are you going to throw your knife? Kazh hit the ground and ran for the nearest corner. The flame wall winked out, the hammocks and rope undamaged. Quote Jsyk I'm basing his fire on GURPS fire magic. The more spells he has going, the harder it is for him to cast a new one.
Channelknight Fadran Posted February 11, 2022 Posted February 11, 2022 17 minutes ago, Mystic Syn said: “You should get some rest,” he said, finally looking her in the eye. “I—“ Another throb of pain shot through her. “…Alright.” Elya slowly broke contact with Ji, drawing her arm away. Unclasping her jacket and drawing out a few medical supplies, she reached for the first sleeve—then hesitated, taking in a deep breath. With a weak grunt of pain, she pulled off her jacket. Her arms shook. Elya’s breath caught, her eyes unbelieving and terrified at the dozens of bloody gauges crisscrossing her arms. A violent mixture of blood, dried or dripping, coated her in red. Verim had healed a lot of them—enough so, she imagined, to have kept her alive this long. With shaking but steady breaths, Elya took the last of her antiseptic and spare bandages, gritting her teeth as she pressed them to the still-open wounds.
Mystic Syn she/her Posted February 11, 2022 Author Posted February 11, 2022 As he brought his hand back to his chest, Ji looked down at it, studying it for really no reason. He wasn't focused on that, though; something else was catching his attention... A feeling of warmth spread throughout him, mainly in his torso. It was comfortable. It burned through him, warming him to the core. It made him think back on the little memories he had with his family; times of peace and happiness, where he wasn't running for his life or just... well, being useless. Those times were some of the best memories he's ever had, then why was he..? He clenched his hand for a second. No, he thought as he unclenched his hand. Not me. I'm... useless... nothing. He concentrated instead, his veins glowing softly in response. A small ghostly blade hovered over the palm of his hand, the tip of the sword pointing towards the sky. Ji bit his lip––the sword disappearing––then concentrated harder, thinking of something different; a gun, perhaps? Ji sat there, sweat rolling down his face as nothing appeared, his veins dimming. Exhaustion crashed over him, but he fought to do something else––to prove the man wrong––but nothing came. Slowly, his expression shifted from determination to worry, then realization. Untold emotions came, managing to cause his eyes to brim with tears. He shifted in his hammock, shivering as he silently sobbed. Of course, the man had been right. He really was useless and nothing...
Quivil Posted February 11, 2022 Posted February 11, 2022 Kazh reached the corner, swung around it, and stopped running.
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