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Wavum

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About Wavum

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  1. As soon as the light disk gobbled up Rhazagur, Hikage barely hesitates in rushing forward. Warrior instincts drive her through her surprise, and she draws her top blade, the katana. But the disk blinked away as quick as it came and her blade bit nothing but air. Hikage glances all about the lifeless dunes and distant green for any sign of it. It was nowhere to be found. Perhaps it, whatever it was, slinked off to some subterranean lair after it got its fill. Or it might still be hungry and waiting nearby in a shallow trap. Grimacing invisibly, Hikage wipes the blade and sheathes it. When she turns she sees Anessa frozen in a shocked trance. Poor tailor, she must be unused to the snapping predator jaws of death, especially in the wild. “It is dangerous here.” This is obvious, but Anessa must be talked back into reality, just in case she doesn’t snap back on her own with haste. “Rhazagur is gone. We have to go. Now.” Hikage says softly, but forcefully.
  2. There's no time for me to make a post tonight. I'll have one up tomorrow.
  3. Thanks again.
  4. Thank you so much! Do you have a outline page for it up? @Warlock
  5. I'm working on a character who is a skilled swordswoman, but she's not military. Regardless of location, where might she have gotten formal lessons on warfare? Are there specialized universities or guilds without military connections?
  6. Done some thinking on my characters so I'm going on a big editing spree on my chara sheets.

    Might even figure out Alcor and Mizar and post their sheets. They're been giving my trouble so no promises.

  7. finally put up a cover photo. its a different aesthetic than my profile pic but I like the colors

    pic created by Rhett on Tumblr here's a link to the source post (X)

  8. @Rhazagur Fourhorn guy's skipping its been your turn
  9. I'm sorry for holding up the thread. I've been doing college stuff and totally blanked. Just skip me ok. @Robbie Rotten
  10. Hikage slows as she watches Anessa root through the bag, listening quietly. Hikage doesn’t feel the fatigue and suffering Rhazagur does. She desperately wants to keep trudging through the endless sand dunes and see the spires of Stormward on the horizon. All it is to her is one foot in front of the other, over and over and over. But the human condition is fragile, and the beastman’s deep pants are evidence. Dragging the others at her pace would kill them. Anessa’s question dissipates Hikage’s musings, and she turns to answer wholeheartedly, “Your concern is admirable and appreciated, Anessa. Rest assured that I do not need any recuperation right now.” “Having said that however,” Hikage continued, “In hindsight, it was foolish and reckless of us to depart so quickly. Rhazagur is already falling to the heat. We must stop for now and treat his exhaustion.”
  11. I have an intense essay due tomorrow so I won't be posting today. Expect a post on either the 20th or the 21st.
  12. its @LoganDub's turn
  13. Grike was aghast. Now was not the time for small talk, not with all the chaos surrounding them. Although, ironically, it is only the desperateness of the situation that lets him choke out a short, frantic response. “Y-yes. A-a-and the others t-too. H-help the others. F-f-fight the darkness.” It is all he can manage to stutter out as his voice grates in his throat. @Metty Seeing the man with the eyepatch rush over to one of the women with the masks, Grike races over to the one in the colorful shorts. He scrambles onto the counter she’s standing on to get level with her face, where the mask clings to her like a parasite. Preferably, he would have time to figure out how to remove the mask without hurting her, but with every passing second her coughs and laughs worsen. So, he hopes for the best, grabs the mask with his left hand, and pulls. @Ayumi Light. Mizzy can work with light. A great number of spells produce light as a side effect. Mizzy stops only for a second to shroud herself in a shimmering, smoldering shield. The golden glow hovering just above her armor is about as bright as a torch and will hopefully protect her from whatever else the darkness has to throw at her. The floor of the tavern heats up at the voice’s words. The shield protects Mizzy from being burned, but she can still feel the warmth through it and she has the sneaking suspicion it’s only going to get hotter. Mizzy quickly scans the room for stairs leading up and as soon as she sees some she points at them and shouts, “EVERYBODY UP THE STAIRS! DON’T STEP ON THE FLOOR!” After her warning, she starts grabbing nearby tables and chairs and places them in a rough trail from the entrance to stairs as quickly as she can for as long as her shield can protect her.
  14. Usually the prospect of dangerous monsters would send shivers down the spines of normal people, but to Mizzy and Grike it is almost a relief. Tracking and hunting is their specialty. And after that business in Dougton, they could also add ‘defeating powerful entities with a ragtag group of adventurers’ to their resumes as well. Some of the others have already voiced more specific inquiries about their assignment and Mizzy sees no reason to repeat them. There is a more glaring issue at stake. Jack’s complete obliviousness to magic. Regardless of where he came from, everyone in Valurce is affected by magic in some way. Their world is arcane and to survive you have to know at least a little about it. Like how to read Loci maps so the artifact you bought actually works when you need it. Or how to fuel magic with physical components so it doesn’t leech off your health. Or see through a conman’s illusions. Or operate magitech machinery. Or any number of other uses. Grike catches the contemplative look on her face and taps her shoulder. When she turns, he signs with small movements, “What are you thinking?” Still keeping an ear out on the conversation, she drops her voice and whispers, “Jack needs a crash course in magic and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out we’re the magical ones here. Mind offering help? I mean, after all, Genesaris is home to the magistorms. Can’t get much more magical then that.” Grike follows up with quick signs. “Of course, just arrange a session later.” Mizzy nods and returns her undivided attention back to the meeting. Better chime in with something. “We are more than willing to fight on your behalf, goddess. But I have some concerns. Exactly what type of creatures will we be killing? Magical? Mundane but powerful? Forgive my hesitations, but the last time we took a job with such a vague description, we ended up facing something extremely nasty and evil with no warning or preparation,” Mizzy asks as tactfully as she can. Questioning a goddess, even for the sake of clarification, can have dire consequences, so it’s best to be polite.
  15. Actually turns out I won't have it tonight. I had homework and I spent too much time on a different post. I'll definitely be up tomorrow though. Goodnight.