SpiritOfWrath

He was pretty fast, but… he should wait for one last thing before the scenario starts.

There were few pedestrians this close to the Blight. Inter'si'nien. You are one who prefers the shadows. But the shadows have begun to claim you. a I will not ask if you wish to turn back. Instead, I offer you power, to aid you on your journey.

He hesitated. “Me too.”

Another contestant was running from the opposite direction. He got a pouch of food, as well as a small canteen. A heavy spear was buried, haft visible from the cornucopia. Another contestant was running from the opposite direction. He found a sword, and a canteen of water. Additionally, he found a small pouch of spire vials, two crimson and three verdant. If he stayed to look, he may be able to find others.

Gerith looked at him apprehensively. “What power did you get?” As you wish. A green light filled her vision, and as it cleared, she felt a strange sense of deja vu. He nodded. “They say she’s a Fay goddess who was exiled from their domain because of the Blight.”

The Wind nodded. "That's our problem, actually. It's what is causing this Twins-cursed winter."

There are just a few salvageable spores.

“I’ve heard… terrible stories of the Blight. Of the Death God Anathema.”

He makes eight daggers. The vial that was broken was sunlight, causing a small, harmless explosion as it fell against the ground. He used a good amount of water - about a fourth of his supplies..

He’s mostly successful, though he spills water, just barely. The resulting spikes tear away, and one of his spore vials is broken by a stray spike. Additionally, he gets a small cut, starting to bleed. The wound is not serious. He does end up with a few “daggers”, though they are slightly longer than that.

“What do you think we’ll find, out there?”

He nodded again, looking around to the others. “I wonder what they got…” He shivered. “I’m scared, of some of them.”

He nodded. “Physical combat… it has its place, but I really just need people I can trust.” He nodded. “You can pay it through currency, or you can run a job. But again, to the tavern.” The guard calls back, and the stiff, frozen doors begin to open. ”Don’t freeze.” The guard waved her on.

@Ookla the Hoppy Part of an album (single that is to become an album - Awaken) cover. Breaking Benjamin.

He nodded. “There was no one else left to blame me.” As you would have it. A green light filled his vision, and as his eyes focused again, he felt a burning in his blood, distinct from his condition.

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Gerith looked down. “I’m sick. It isn’t infectious, not anymore, but I’m dying. She promised to stop it. “I… I knew a lot of sick people.”

He hesitated. “No. I…” He lowered his voice.

“I… well… I don’t want to talk about it.” Then I will offer you power. A choice. You may choose Dominance, to bend time to your will. You may choose Self-Mastery, to view the threads of your own fate. Or you may choose Instinct, to rot those who may stand against you. He should probably go through the Gate. As you wish. A green flash enveloped his vision, and as it cleared, he felt much stronger in his body.

He nodded. “Anyone not with them is fine with us. There’s just… a small fee for our protection. You’ll need to take that up with the Mask up in charge of the tavern.” @Ookla the Rubber Duck ”Because they’re killing everyone else in the process. Noble’s stockpiling of coal, the beginning of this, is what lead to these people becoming trapped here.” @Ookla the Kansan He nodded. “I think you might like talking to the actual Death. He thought so too…” “But he rejects his own power.”

Then I would offer you my strength. I can offer a sort of Dominance, so that you may control the flesh of others. Self-Mastery, so that you may take strength from the spirits you would join. Or Instinct, so that you may stretch the bonds of reality. He looked down. “I got… power to… sickness. To feel in control again. I have no desire to use this wrongfully, but… I think I’ll need it.” He bit his lip.

Good. I can offer you a few blessing… Dominance, to bend the wills of other to your fiery decree. Self-Mastery, to tame the flame within you. And Instinct, to free the inferno and burn all in your path. Lynx. You wish an end for your mortality? To join the spirits of this world, no longer contained in an imperfect body? These desires have branded you with heresy, and they may bring you more misfortune on the road to follow. I can warn you. Taking this path may bring another type of end to your mortality. A rather painful one. Are you certain you wish to continue?