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I've got another question Ene. So you said that it's round based. Will it be like everybody acts and we wait for each other? Let's say I attack another tribute. Do I go like "i shoot an arrow, aim for the chest", then wait for a GM to roll a die to see if I hit, and once that's settled the other one writes their reply accordingly? Same with traps. Do I describe my intention first, wait for the roll, then finish my description? How much can I make up of my surrounding area? Is finding shelter based off a roll again? @AonEne
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*does a deep, elaborate bow* Dear Sponsors! I humbly adress you, hope that you might spare a moment of your precarious time to listen to my words. I am from District three, ready and prepared for this battle. I will not yield. I will not give up. I will not back down. There is only one goal and one goal alone, and that is winning. If you choose to support me, I will write your name in the sky and the ground, I will honor your goods and I will cherish your support. My victory will be yours and my rise will be yours as well. *makes a deliberate pause* I know there will be tears. I know there will be pain and hardship, and I know that despite my preparation, I will never be fully ready for what is to come. I don't know what will wait for me there, but I know that I will fight with my mind and body. I will outsmart my enemies and I will make them perish. There will be only one person standing in the end - and I am determined, that this person will be me. *bows again and steps back*
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But I as tribute don't need to roll a dice for my actions? And can I write a little advertisement so that a sponsor picks me?
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Temeria read through his words once, then a second time. They sounded cold. Like from a stranger. Travelled. She replied, and then added because she felt bad about her short reply. Spend some years in Idris first, fought in their army.
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Shana paused. "Your bracelet, is no bracelet. It has the potential to be something else. It's like a moth attracted to light and it's up to you wether it will fly away, strive or perish." "But once you've made that decision, talk to me, I've got ..." she considered her next words, "a bracelet as well." There, that had to be enough. For now at least. The rest depended on Ashlyn.
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She gave a quick nod. "Basically we are superheros bound by oaths. Speak the oath, get the power. Stay true to your oaths, keep the power." Falling silent she leaned back against the sofa. "We've got some kind of guardian accepting your oaths. They grant the power, they die when you break your oath."
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With a sigh Shana moved a hand through her hair, unsure what to do now. There were rules, a protocol, but rules and Shana, she wasn't even sure what they were. "So, did Rob tell you about what we are?" She asked, unable to quite cover the ander dripping into her voice when she mentioned Rob. Mahad hissed and she opened her hands apologetically. She'd never been good at hiding things.
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Shana paused. Couldn't see anything. Slowly she extended her hand towards the bracelet, as usual her fingers touching nothing. "Have you always lived around here?" She inquired and looked at the little spren. Mahad would be delighted to have another friend to play with. To fly around, and, she grimaced slightly when she remembered his tendencies to decorate her furniture, a friend to leave beautiful burn marks all over the place.
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Althea watched the Rithmatist toy around, her confusion and disbelief slight amusing. She folded her arms in front of her chest and observed the wall resist the tries to change it. "Investiture resists Investiture." She stated neutrally after it seemed like the Rithmatist was done. The result wasn't surprising or unexpected, but it was good that someone had tried it out anyway. It ruled a few possibilities out, although it basically only cemented what they'd already known. It was no normal wall. It was a puzzle. Her eyes moved over the faces of those standing around, the hint of fear here and there, the surprise, the astonishment. No joy at a secret, at something special. Just a little curiosity scattered in between.
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Temeria took the spanreed and twirled it around in her fingers, unsure what to write. What did you write to a brother that was kin and stranger alike? Pausing she finally went with Hello Torenat. It sounded lame, but she didn't know him. She knew nothing. But he was her brother. Her hand toyed with the coin again and she anxiously waited for his reply.
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Shana smiled, made a gesture towards Mahad. "Your bracelet reminds me of him." She said carefully, watched Aslyn. A second Dustbringer and it was Ashlyn. When had things turned so complicated?
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Temeria watched as Aln set the spanreed up, anxiously chewed on her cheeks while she waited. She felt like a prisoner on her way to execution. And it wasn't a nice feeling. Torenat. She recalled his face, his name, but she barely remembered her brother. She had been young when he left and she never had spend much time with him before. Her brother. Someone she had lost before they'd really met. Slowly, hesitantly she sat down next to Aln, leaned her sword against the table. Her hand opened ready to take the spanreed once Aln had finished introductions.
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"For how long do you have it?" She asked Ashlyn carefully and tightened her fingers around Ben. "It's beautiful." Mahad looked over and she saw him notice the bracelet, then he gave her a stern look, reminding her. Ashlyn. Shana nodded at him. She would play her role. She would. Everything else was dangerous to all of them.
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Althea listened to the arguments and silently agreed. The amount of precognition neccessary to predict all of them like that - her fingers touched the two shapes next to her picture again, face softening a tiny little bit. It had been so accurate so far. There was a chance that this was her, just in the future. Her age a little off, but the cracks made it hard to judge that anyway. "Can you call back to the main camp and ask them to send some people out, or new ones in? I'd like to see if the paintings adapt accordingly, if they react to changes in the party." She adressed Corette again, careful that neither her face nor her voice showed her awe, her excitement at this discovery. A whole wall will precognition abilities? Was a wall even able to coherently form thoughts, or was it only mindlessly depicting things? Why did they see themselves, but the previous scouts hadn't? So many questions, so many room for speculations, for ideas. It was like a present. Like a huge piece of candy, a huge, dangerous, poisonous piece of candy and she knew that she would try to find out more about it. More about the stone, about the plants, about everything here. She had spend so many years with politics, with records and wars. A puzzle like that - it was a present. For her it was a present. @ZincAboutIt
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"Hey Ashlyn." Shana forced a smile on her face and quickly went on speaking. "My boyfriend Ben, and Nym." No need to take Rob away from me, I have a boyfriend, you can be his girlfriend, but I'm his best friend. She finished her sentenced silently and froze when she saw something on Ashlyn's arm. "Nice bracelet. Can I take a look?" That bracelet. Her eyes darted to Mahad, the little dragon body formed out of a smokelike cloud. The bracelet, dripping smoke, just like Mahad was now and then. She would have recognized it everywhere anywhere. Dustbringer. Ashlyn. Rob would stop training with her. He would stop having her back. Because his soon-to-be girlfriend could take Shana's place completely.
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"Torenat?" Temeria repeated stupidly. "You can reach him?" Obviously she could. She'd just offered her a spanreed, a chance to talk to him. She wouldn't have done that, if she couldn't reach him. "I..." Torenat. Even more than her sister, he was a stranger, had always been with her, had risked everything for Aln. She'd barely known him back then, now she didn't know him at all. A stranger. And her brother. "Sure." She replied, tried to sound decisive and strong. If it didn't work, it didn't work. She was just fine without him. Except that she wasn't. Memories surged and she shoved them away, tried to leave them behind. She had changed. She had to have. She couldn't be that girl anymore. Not now, never!
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Shana nodded, glad that they agreed to her idea that easily. "I think we should thicken the walls, and maybe change the windows into something transparent but durable?" She suggested. "There are many possibilities on the electronical side, maybe we can build something that detects a Voidbringer?" Gently she touched Ben's leg when she felt him nearly stand up. Smiling she looked into his face, gave him a slight push. She liked when he walked around while thinking. It was just so much Ben. "I'd like to have weapons at strategic places, maybe install doors, so that we can seal parts of the house shut. Emergency exists as well. Next time they come, we will be prepared." She wasn't sure what to do with the dreams, but how to protect them from that was maybe a different matter. One to be solved sometime else. ----.---- Mahad extended his neck towards her, moving slowly as he wanted to appear harmless. He was harmless, everybody in the house found his dragon shape endearing, so he tried to look like a cute and harmless little black dragon. Now and then he forgot his tail and it just resumed to be a cloud of dark smoke, but he liked his wings. Dragons seemed a bit complicared, needing wings to fly, but they breathed fire. Tha tg made them awesome. Slowly he shuffled towards Cup and the coin, left Shana's knee and hung in the air, withough moving at all. "Do you want to play with us?" He asked her. "We search for shiny things or feathers and watch bird fly around." @I think I am here. @Lunamor @Aragorn
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Mike followed Nila through the streets, his thoughts with Lusk's words. Worried about their mission, of course he was. It was Lusk's job to worry about that. Mike sighed, trotted along the now and then glancing into an Alley. They were there, always there, so close and yet so far away. Sometimes he wondered if he could find him, find Ko'Tiel and ask, learn about what had happened how he might have a chance to control this. But then he just stayed quiet. They headed through street after street until after a while he saw the tavern and Mike stopped. "If they are likely to bolt, we should surround the building? Time it, so that we can enter together?" Nervously he looked over at Lusk, tried to see if he had wanted to suggest something different, if he was trespassing. "Is that alright with you, sir?" He hated how his voice sounded weak, insecure, almost waoted for someone to surge, to take over, but nobody came. Porcupine. It had been Porcupine who'd gently pushed him along when he was scared. Mike lowered his eyes and looked at his hands, feeling lost in his own head. @I think I am here. @kenod @Oduim’s Chmapion
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Joyfully Mahad rushed after Nym, landed on Shana's knee. "It's for you Cup." He told the other spren excitedly, although he wasn't entirely sure where he was at the moment. But it would work out. It had to. He folded his wings and looked up, hoped that Cup would come out and talk to them. Maybe even play. @I think I am here.
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Althea inclined her head in agreement. "If its prophetic, and that's really the same ones that were found a month ago, then the ability to read the future this clearly is impressive." And beyond anything she'd ever heard of. "Do we have records of the paintings that were discovered a month ago?" She asked Corette, hoping that their leader had more information on the previous findings. If it were the same, than they had found something impressive, however accurate it was. She had no children. But they wanted. If it was accurate, maybe this future hadn't happened yet. Althea stared at this section of the painting again and finally turned to Fasi. "I wouldn't put too much weigh to these details. It's a painting, if it really is here for at least a month - to forsee that you are here is a great feat, regardless of the colour of your chalk." Thoughtfully she turned the thought around in her head. "If it was changed recently to fit our party, then we most likely were observed. But the paint is dry and the information how and when we split up, like you and Sarah teaming up, isn't more than an hour old. To finish it unseen by this time and for the paint to dry - unlikely. Highly unlikely." Her fingers brushed over the wall, felt the differences between the painted and the unpainted areas. "It could be an illusion, or another type of species luring us into a real clever trap." Considering the thought, she looked down the wall, saw Karin stare at another section. Her own probably. "Fact is, we don't know." @ZincAboutIt @Oduim’s Chmapion @Rushu42
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Lena whirled around at the voice, hastened over to Mart and made sure she stood between him and whoever had entered the Forge. Couldn't these annoying poor just knock when they needed something? It was nearly dinner time, they were done for today. And they wouldn't head out this night as well, not into this quarter at least. Finally she looked over, registered the words and laughed at her reaction. Ever since the war she'd been a bit tense when it came to surprise visitors, especially with Mart around. "Zyn." She greeted him and returned to the kitchen, took Mart with her. "You saw our note, I assume?" She looked him over, smiled when she saw how he'd barely changed at all. "We're planning a heist, yes." She replied and finished cooking dinner. "You're just on time to eat something. Let's talk about that while eating?" Placing some plates on the table she made an inviting gesture towards the table. "Basically we'd like to get some fabrials or motivators. Some to sell, some to use. As usual, you can keep what you'd get, although it would be great if we ended up with what we need."
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Tell her to get it inside and give it Rob. Mahad flew around Lopen, wings spread wide. Maybe it can convince Cup to play with us. Excitedly he turned in the air, for a moment lost his shape and then reformed. And then we could search for something else. Maybe a feather, or a broken egg? He suggested and eyed Glint, hoped his ideas were alright for the others.
