the fellowship of the thing The Fellowship of the Thing - I'm bored. Let's mess around! (Retired)

[Nathrangking he/him]

10 minutes ago, Mist said:

"Nathrangking, issing the canning of helping for firing for Fadran?" Realizing she's speaking street slang, she switches. "Nathrangking, can you help Fadran make a wall of fire? I can keep them from escaping it, although I'll have to drop my defenses to do it."

8 minutes ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

Fadran shakes his head. "Notting the--" He clears his throat. "I'm not gonna make a wall of fire. I was wondering if we should create a smokescreen."

I redirect the heat from the burning Croven to ignite thousands more. "A smokescreen will only aid us to escape at this point." I throw my lightning blade which arcs beams of lightning that strikes dozens of Croven. Baalhan calmly keeps firing his arrows.

 

[Mist she/her]

"Oh. My bad. My street slang is slightly rusty. Sounds good, although I'm concerned about accidental friendly fire."

"So we stand our ground until we defeat the last one."

Edited June 28, 2020 by Mist

[Channelknight Fadran]

"If we could blind the croven... or, ooh! Here's an idea. Could we make them all flock into one area, then explode them all at the same time?"

[Spren of Kindness she/her]

"I can herd maybe half of them into one spot."  Kindness frowns at the growing numbers.  "Actually, make that about one third."

[Nathrangking he/him]

1 hour ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

"If we could blind the croven... or, ooh! Here's an idea. Could we make them all flock into one area, then explode them all at the same time?"

"I can superheat the winds that you call to force the into one place."

[Channelknight Fadran]

Just now, Nathrangking said:

"I can superheat the winds that you call to force the into one place."

"Do it."

[Nathrangking he/him]

Just now, Channelknight Fadran said:

"Do it."

I call waves of heat to me. "Release the winds the heat is ready."

[Mist she/her]

T pushes croven together with fields, dropping the one at her back. 

[Channelknight Fadran]

19 minutes ago, Nathrangking said:

I call waves of heat to me. "Release the winds the heat is ready."

Fadran Forges a Spirit Bond to all the air in the area he can, then funnels it into a miniature hurricane. "Fire away!" (pun intended).

[Nathrangking he/him]

41 minutes ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

Fadran Forges a Spirit Bond to all the air in the area he can, then funnels it into a miniature hurricane. "Fire away!" (pun intended).

The wave of heat settles on the hurricane. The air crackles and bends as the heat is distributed through the storm.

[Mist she/her]

T shrinks from the heat, pushing the croven into the hurricane.

[Spren of Kindness she/her]

Kindness herds the last of the croven into place.

[old man moomba he/him]

Moomba sat on a log. A lit pipe stuck out of his mouth, as was his custom, and he seemed at peace, for the moment. He also appeared to be obvious of anything going on around him, focused only on blowing smoke rings. 

[Vapor she/her]

Vapor glances around. "There appear to be a couple left." She slices through the last 4.

[xinoehp512 he/him]

The air rings with the absence of the croven's twisted cries.

[Well done,] says Tazeroth, faintly.

[Nathrangking he/him]

3 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

The air rings with the absence of the croven's twisted cries.

[Well done,] says Tazeroth, faintly.

"Why do they seek you Tazeroth? What do they want?" Baalhan replaces his bow.

[old man moomba he/him]

Moomba stood, taking a few steps over to examine one of the strange birds that had landed in front of him. After staring at the bird for longer than he should have, he nodded once and sat back down.

"It is indeed a bird." Moomba said quietly, "Or at least, bird like." it seemed that he was speaking to someone, though whoever it was, they couldn't be seen. He paused for a moment as if listening, then nodded and stuck his pipe back into his mouth with a slight smile. His unknown companion had said something vaguely amusing.

[Channelknight Fadran]

12 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

The air rings with the absence of the croven's twisted cries.

[Well done,] says Tazeroth, faintly.

"Haha! We did it!" Fadran pumps his fist.

11 hours ago, old man moomba said:

Moomba stood, taking a few steps over to examine one of the strange birds that had landed in front of him. After staring at the bird for longer than he should have, he nodded once and sat back down.

"It is indeed a bird." Moomba said quietly, "Or at least, bird like." it seemed that he was speaking to someone, though whoever it was, they couldn't be seen. He paused for a moment as if listening, then nodded and stuck his pipe back into his mouth with a slight smile. His unknown companion had said something vaguely amusing.

"Who are you?"

[Vapor she/her]

Vapor looks next to the man. "Who are you talking to?"

[old man moomba he/him]

Moomba chuckled richly, considering both of their questions. "I've gone by many names, but currently they call me Moomba. Not sure why, it's not as if it means anything." he shrugged, blowing a stream of smoke out of his mouth. "As for who I'm talking to, that's a more complicated question. I suppose I'm talking to myself, but not myself. Me from somewhere else, as it were." Moomba smiled apologetically, "See, it doesn't make much sense." 

[Channelknight Fadran]

18 minutes ago, old man moomba said:

Moomba chuckled richly, considering both of their questions. "I've gone by many names, but currently they call me Moomba. Not sure why, it's not as if it means anything." he shrugged, blowing a stream of smoke out of his mouth. "As for who I'm talking to, that's a more complicated question. I suppose I'm talking to myself, but not myself. Me from somewhere else, as it were." Moomba smiled apologetically, "See, it doesn't make much sense." 

"Oh, no. That made perfect sense. I talk to a freaking god all the time!"

Less a god and more a diety. Icona corrects Fadran.

"I was complimenting you. Don't correct me."

[Spren of Kindness she/her]

22 minutes ago, old man moomba said:

Moomba chuckled richly, considering both of their questions. "I've gone by many names, but currently they call me Moomba. Not sure why, it's not as if it means anything." he shrugged, blowing a stream of smoke out of his mouth. "As for who I'm talking to, that's a more complicated question. I suppose I'm talking to myself, but not myself. Me from somewhere else, as it were." Moomba smiled apologetically, "See, it doesn't make much sense." 

"Nothing makes sense anymore," Kindness sighs.  "This isn't anywhere close to the weirdest thing that's happened in the past... how long has it been?"

[Mist she/her]

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Deity or diety?

T slings her bow. Relieved that the croven are finished, she drops her fields. She is hoping to preserve their secrecy.

[old man moomba he/him]

5 minutes ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

"Oh, no. That made perfect sense. I talk to a freaking god all the time!"

Less a god and more a diety. Icona corrects Fadran.

"I was complimenting you. Don't correct me."

Moomba smiled, puffing on his pipe before speaking. "Well, he's not exactly a god, since that would make me a god, and I would certainly know if I was a god." he chuckled, "I'm not a god, at least not in most places. Perhaps both more and less than a god, I'm not sure anyone has put a label on me." 

Moomba listened to himself for a moment, then nodded. "I agree with myself." he said, "Which doesn't happen nearly as much as you would think, believe me." 

[Channelknight Fadran]

Fadran stretches, then turs back to face Tazeroth. "Can we go on an adventure now? I wanna go on an adventure."