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  1. P.N.See

    below and beneath [outpost grey]

    As Ravenbush had got freed from the assailant on her back, she wasted no time and dived herself into the dance of death. One wide swing was enough to decapitate one monster and launch another one onto the third one – that is, the one towering above Capria. A blond-haired woman reacted as fast as well. She stood back at her feet and invoked some sort of… hand-cannon? A few seconds later, and a loud blast rushed near and above Jack and obliterating something that was about to descend upon Madame. Another portion of blood and intestines poured down onto the swordswoman, followed by the body's thump nearby. In the midst of chaos, Jack took a quick glance at Capria and smirked subtly. Seeing her harnessing such firepower was a surprise for him – but a favorable one. The one-eyed mercenary had found himself getting more and more to trust her… and that another white-haired “ma’am” as well. With the team like that, they might be able to get to the outpost - wherever it might be – and find him. He knew something like that was going to happen – and left them all to die. Alas, Jack’s path to retribution was blocked by two beasts making circles around him and crawling near his legs. The mercenary was stepping back and forth, evading every monkey’s thrust and holding his sword firmly. Even though his shoulder on the dominant side was still aching, his legs were in condition good enough to keep up with zombies’ tricks. In the heat of the chase, Jack was waiting for the right momentum when one of the beasts crawled too close to his right side. He raised his sword and stabbed the monkey from above. The enchanted blade slid through the entirety of the monster’s carcass from the head's tip to the bottom. A fizzling sound, a smoke and a smell of burnt flesh emerged from the wound… Suddenly Jack felt a sudden piercing pain from his left side. He realized his fatal mistake: during the attack he let himself open for another monkey, which was waiting for a certain moment. With a swift jump it lunged toward the mercenary and bit his left shin through the boot's leather. Jack’s focus was severed, the vision via prosthetic flickered. Gritting his teeth, he struggled to pull out the weapon from the impaled monkey, while the survived one was closing its jaws onto his flesh tighter and tighter…
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    Dice Rolling Thread

    Outpost Gray quest, D6. Kicking monkey in the air... And it failed.
  3. Currently watching Alien: Covenant on TV. Now, I'm not an movie expect, but even I could say they were literally copying original Alien movie in most core aspects. 

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      And end it with a sweet long cryosleep.

      Expecting the @%$ttiest plot twist.

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      P.N.See

      A-a-a-a-a-and there it is!

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      And that's a wrap.

      Thank you for watching this accidental Covenant text stream. Now back to RPing...

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    below and beneath [outpost grey]

    As the beast’s pieces fell apart, a mass of blood, guts and rot poured onto the mercenary, instantly revealing its nauseous stench. Jack dropped away the bow – he hadn’t that much time to replace torn strings. Above him a young white-haired girl stood, recovering from the devastating attack she had just performed. “About damn time!” – shouted Jack, obviously not in a gallant manner. In other case he would be slightly embarrassed by being rescued by a girl. Yet standing against the common threat was what made them equal. Suddenly yet another zombified monkey appeared up from the mist and leaped onto Madame’s back. Jack instantly stood up, his hand on the hilt. Time flew with an unfathomable speed: it was Jack’s turn to return the favor. He drew out his sword with the tar-colored blade. But as he raised his right hand for a precise swing, something had hit Jack’s shoulder from behind with a massive force. …ARRGH! Jack once again hit the ground, having lost the grasp onto the weapon. He barely noticed a small silhouette rushing upwards into the mist. Although the sudden strike did not resulted in disjunction, the shoulder still hurt badly, constraining the movement of his dominant arm. Jack rose once again and quickly grabbed the sword with his left hand. There was still a matter of monkey business he had to deal with. “STAND STILL!!!” – Jack shouted at Ravenbush. She might be occupied with a monster sitting on her neck, yet she had to listen for the sake of survival. As she would stand with her back turned to Jack, he would swing upwards to cut down the beast. Jack wasn’t sure if it would be enough to perform such a spontaneous slash. He rarely used the left arm in battle… …yet the devastating power of his sword wasn’t in his arms alone. Under the cursed steel, the rotten flesh started to fizzle and char. The blade went through the monkey’s body with relative ease, meeting the only resistance on its arching path from the beast’s fragile bones. As Jack had finished his attack, a mangled body fell down from Madame’s back, revealing the melted intestines under the smoldering cut. The beast was still twitching in inhumane agony followed by screams that were becoming fainter with each passing second. Jack glanced at Madame. She wasn’t covered in blood as much as he was, yet the rotten stench stuck to her as well. “Now we’re even…” Before Jack could lay a finishing blow onto the monster, he looked at Capria who was pinned down by one of those monsters… and noticed just another one rushing toward her. Out of them three she was the most vulnerable. It was crucial to act fast. “Don’t just look at me, go help her!” – once again, he shouted at Madame, while clenching his teeth, trying to endure the pain. That shoulder would be the death of him, that was for sure.
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    Dice Rolling Thread

    Below and beneath [outpost grey] Rolling d6 to determine the outcome of Jack's attack.
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    below and beneath [outpost grey]

    The mercenary found himself reproaching himself for underestimating his colleagues. They were all acknowledged the futility of the conflict between them and the pricelessness of the silence in this place. There was a chance they might work together quite efficiently, despite of their diverse points of view. And yet, Jack could only saw that through the prism of a mere sellsword: a spy, a cutthroat, a bounty hunter – you name it. The young leader, however, had not given up his intentions to lead everyone to the path of justice. His justice, presumably. He spoke and spoke, ignoring the rational thought about staying quiet. About their purpose, about their reason. The more he spoke, the more unsettling his visage became. Jack’s hand slowly reached out for a bow resting on his shoulder. Something in the boy’s speech was alluring, something that was resonating with The Eyeless’ soul. Why is he here? Why is he still alive – a broken man without the past? Yet his mind, clear as ever, questioned the real reason behind such harrowing monologue. As Jack glanced at their surroundings, only then he realized--- Hand raised for an arrow…! Too late – the wicked boy had disappeared in the mist… Only then he realized what a grave mistake he had just made. The group was stuck inside a dark and barren opening surrounded by nothing but a dense grey mist. There was no visible or audible mark to determine their whereabouts or at least the direction they were heading. In other words, a perfect spot for an ambush. Jack clenched his teeth in anger. He and his “squadmates” had put the trust into the wrong man, and now they shall face the consequences. At the moment, the only line Jack wished to cross is the fine line right on that gosh-darned monster’s ne— “WATCH OUT!” Jack was distracted from his vile intentions by Capria’s voice. He turned around and noticed her being assaulted by a deformed monkey-like creature aiming at her abdomen. Jack reacted instantaneously. He might reject the principles of honor and chivalry, yet there was one simple principle Jack The Eyeless would never betray. These two were the only one he could trust. They were his team, his pack. And they needed his help. He took the aim at the creature’s head, string being pulled, breath being held... But before he could release an arrow, something from behind had hit the mercenary with such force he tumbled down on the cold wet ground. As Jack rolled on his back, a beast similar to the one attacking Capria rushed, claws stretched towards him. He barely blocked the attack by putting the bow between the creature and his own face, yet he felt its limbs clinging to his body with a ferocious strength. The beast shouted, revealing a gaping chasm of a mouth with the smell of a rotten flesh. It shut its mouth onto the bow’s carcass, tearing its strings and dragging it away from Jack. With his heart pounding and blood boiling, the one-eyed mercenary struggled to keep the only line of defense in his hands. Pushing this beast away without breaking the bow surely would be difficult. However, there would be the problem much worse – a couple of razor-sharp claws scratching over the bow’s frame toward his eyepatch… or rather what was hidden behind the eyepatch.
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    below and beneath [outpost grey]

    Before the group leader could answer Jack’s concerns regarding the matters of justice, a white-haired girl – the one who asked calling her Madame for some reason – did what perhaps every zealous follower would do. To reject someone who offered an opinion that differs drastically from the one she deemed right. Jack smirked viciously. “Are you questioning my abilities, young lady?” – A dagger slid out from the right sleeve, laid swiftly in his hand. – “You know I could always cut anything with this thing. Tripwires, pouch laces… or something behind your teeth, should there be a demand for that.” Jack glanced at the other members and saw no one who would be content with his intentions. Capria distanced herself from the upcoming conflict – it seemed wise of her. And the boy’s expression would tell he wouldn’t tolerate any trouble between the members. Even Jack himself had to admit that fighting the girl in the middle of nowhere – even though her arrogant demeanor was asking for it - won’t yield anything of value whatsoever. And thus, the dagger disappeared behind the sleeve – just to appear soon, should that “Madame” cross the line. “You should know that I’m the man of action.” – he spoke again. – “And I’m not comforted by any sort of ideals to get the job done. But if disposing of someone who deserve it would make the difference to someone in the end, I don’t mind. Just don’t expect me to go all holy with all that paladin thing. It’s just… Not my thing, y’know.” This short speech should inform everything that Jack wasn’t planning to leave them, although that didn’t mean he would stick with them for too long. There were still so many questions about that illusive organization the boy was working on. Perhaps in time some of them would be solved – one way or another. Jack sighed and looked at the foggy veil before the group. The muddy road was piercing forward through the mist, yet no one knew for sure where it might lead to. “There must be a solid reason why we are here – aside from “saving the day”, that is. What’s so special about that outpost?”
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    Do you ever just forget to exist for a year?

    I was there before. I know how it's like to drop out your hobby for the sake of studying. Glad you made it through. Welcome back to the family, knighto!
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    Claiming the Furthest Point

    // Bottom Right: @SelenaNichole, @Moon Owl, @sorainvoked, @Dolor Aeternum // Tsk. Tsk. Tsk... Those who were assigned to protect the rear wagons had enough time to brace themselves for an incoming attack. Both the emerald-eyed woman and Soryn the Reporter expressed their opinions that the carriage should be protected at all cost. The sorceress had already made some preparations: as she had read a short prayer to goddess unknown to Vlad, her body glowed in response, hinting at some sort of magical barrier that had just appeared. The others, however, hesitated to act, whether they decide to protect their wagon or advance and help protect the one further of them. And Vlad was no exception. Tsk. Tsk. Ts-- "Would you please stop ticking for a minute?!" - Vlad exclaimed crossly. The man-in-a-coat responded with a smirk and distanced himself from Vlad just to continue his tongue-clicking routine - embarrassingly inappropriate one for the conflict raging before them. Left alone Vlad started searching the contents of his backpack. The spear strapped on his back was looking quite intimidating, but Vlad was no warrior. He had never held a polearms before and didn't know how to properly use them in combat. Hell, he had never been in combat before... No. It was that one time. Vlad carefully pulled his mana handgun and checked the ammunition. Yep, fully charged and ready to strike. This little tech had already taken a couple of lives from enraged citizens of Tia. Vlad couldn't help but wonder how fast he got used to shoot something and somebody with a relative ease. This wasn't an assault rifle, like those some mercenaries in a convoy would carry, but it was fair enough for a self-defense. In a moment, just as Vlad had finished his preparation, distant scream came from his left side. Someone - or rather something - had attacked the group protecting the bottom left wagon. However, there wasn't a long trembling sound before the attack as before. Only the barely indistinguishable skittering could be heard... Suddenly the most stupidest idea that could ever come into Vlad's head had come. "Looks like they're literally cornering us." - he spoke, addressing his words to the party members. - "I get that, we can't leave our wagon unprotected, but the others might not make it, if we don't interfere." "I'll go check what's happening there." - he pointed at the bottom left cluster of a convoy. - "If there's anything serious, I'll be right back." Vlad switched off the safety lock on his mana gun and rushed toward the endangered wagon, perfectly aware of what he was doing. He couldn't directly confront with whatever Yh'mi might throw at him... but at least he may help the others do that more efficiently. // Bottom Left: @Fierach @EpicRome23 @Garion// Passing through the worrying commoners and provoked guardsman accusing him of cowardice, Vlad had reached his destination. The adversary attacking the leftmost rear wagon was yet to be seen, though, so Vlad decided it would be a good idea to take cover first. Getting inside the wagon was out of option - the contents seemed to be packed so dense and tight that no man could ever fit there, if given a slight chance. Still, the entirety of a carriage itself should be enough to conceal Vlad from the enemy's direct eye contact. If they do have eyes, that is. Suddenly the mix of human screams and otherworldly insect-like screech sounded from behind the carriage. Vlad slowly peeked out just to see a group of small spider-like creatures charging aggressively toward the defenders. Unfamiliar with the fauna of Yh'mi, Vlad had to admit - he had never seen beasts so vile and hideous as these. He tried to count them down. One, two... five... seven... twel-- Just how many of them was it?! Preoccupied with counting, Vlad hadn't noticed as one of the insects strayed out from the pack. Then it skittered toward the carriage... No, toward him! Having got the creature in his sights, Vlad instinctively raised the mana gun and pulled the trigger. An energy blast flew directly into the creature's mouth, causing the creature itself to explode. The insides splattered on the ground and partially on Vlad's shoes. Vlad exhaled deeply and hid back behind the carriage. The good news were that these creatures are quite killable and could be handled with a proper teamwork. The bad news were that the horde would be aware there's a fresh meat arrived.
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    Dice Rolling Thread

    Rolling d12 for Claiming The Furthest Point for Vlad. Result: 11 (d12)
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    below and beneath [outpost grey]

    After the unknown figure had retreated back into the forest, Jack shook his head. There was nothing significant they might’ve learned just from gazing at the group of individuals. With that in mind, he jumped down… As soon as his body entered the mist, he suddenly felt as dozens of strings started to pull out from his cloak and his exposed arm. They arose above Jack and formed a sheet suddenly picked up by the rushing air, yanking up the entirety of mercenary’s body. The threads themselves held tight, a homogeneous mass of color grey – the color of the fence patch. Indeed, that was definitely not a farm boy with a magic sword. Having got used to a strange apparatus, Jack carefully glided downward near the tree trunks, which were popping back and forth from the dense fog. However, after the solid ground became visible throughout the mist, the threads holding the parachute started to tear apart. Instinctively Jack’s muscles became tight and restrained – he was quite accustomed to rough landings. Jack rose after hitting the ground, gazing upon his surroundings and colleagues that descended here as well. Much to his disappointment, the place didn’t look like a paradise concealed from the civilization’s eye. Bland, cold, wet… and dark. It took some time before his prosthetic eye could set itself up to low-light conditions. Jack examined his equipment to find there was no trace of magical thread. However, he had noticed a small ruby – just on the tip of Blacksand’s hilt. It wasn’t there before, yet Jack couldn’t help but think this little piece of rock was a fitting touch for this fine and deadly fusion of might and magic... As soon as the party had gathered, their leader started his speech. And his speech… Needless to say, Jack was not impressed. Dealing justice, saving the day, balance the scales… This was not what Jack would expect from a serious syndicate. He spoke: “Hold right there, kiddo. Sure, that’s all nice and noteworthy… But… that’s just words. I prefer to see your so-called justice as something more or less tangible. Especially if it’s backed with a solid currency. Because, I'll be honest, I’m not sure if is there anything that could be saved down here…”
  12. Well, I just woke up and bam! A new universe is born! And without me! 😤 J.K., it's just a couple of pages...
  13. Don't mind me, just testing out some battle UI stuff...
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    Claiming the Furthest Point

    // Bottom Right: @SelenaNichole, @Moon Owl, @sorainvoked, @Dolor Aeternum // Three minutes. Five minutes. Ten minutes. They walked farther and farther from the relatively safe walls of Inns'th, yet not a single arrow flew from the walltop and not a single man from his group decided to escape. Perhaps the presence of a well-armed group of four is what was assuring the faint-hearted ones. Perhaps the people were ashamed of putting tail between legs right before Soryn’s camera: for someone to become a national object of mockery was the fate worse than death. But the truth was that their overall state was the result of a blissful ignorance, an unawareness of what these lands unknown had prepared for them… At least, that was what Vlad was thinking about. There wasn’t much activity except talking and thinking during the march. The surroundings gave no suitable topic for thought-out discussion either. Around them was nothing but a barren wasteland. Those people he came to Yh’mi with weren’t of talkative type. Well, except for that man in a coat that was tend to comment almost everything out of place. And yet, he was too being deep in his thoughts and keeping silent as pretty much everyone else. Having got bored by his own thinking process, Vlad decided it wouldn’t hurt if he try to interact with those who had joined the convoy back in Inns’th. However, it was a difficult task for a man unprepared to find a proper partner for a conversation. That group of four seemed self-sufficient enough to not have a fifth wheel in their consensus. That creepy blond-haired kid behind… Vlad wasn’t confident enough at talking with someone of that particular age and especially that . The best bet was to talk with a woman with emerald eyes who stood out from everyone around with her grace alone. But before ever thinking about approaching her, she conjured a steed out of the sand beneath her and rose above the people on foot like a goddess she was to them. Vlad sighed deeply and stepped away toward the man in a coat – he was obviously outclassed and unworthy. “I wish I could do something like that…” – He murmured. – “With magic horses and stuff…” “Wanna ask for a ride, huh?” – the man in a coat sneered. Vlad groaned – just another irrelevant question from a guy he hardly knew. He looked upon Soryn. Outside of posing and grimacing before his automated camera, he seemed to be quite tough in comparison with other commoners. Moreover, he might be quite proficient at his job if he manages to get the assignment for researching this forsaken land. Perhaps if he knew a thing or two about the current state of things in Tia and Patia, he might--- “I know what you’re thinking, lad.” – this man-in-a-coat, a walking mass of skepticism and sarcasm, interrupted Vlad’s thoughts. – “Here’s friendly advice: don’t. Those sneaky reporters always mean trouble.” Vlad asked, “Why not? It’s just a friendly conversation, there’s nothing going on right now… I mean, what could possibly go wr---” Suddenly the earth trembled. “Well… apparently, everything.” At the distance, just at their side. Roars, screams, crash, shouts, gunfire, gunfire, yet more gunfire. It was official – twenty minutes in and hell had already broken loose. There was the disturbance among the commoners, a temporary unawareness of what was going on. The sense of suffocating fear was not there yet, but it was surely closing in. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk… Suddenly something in Vlad’s ear started to tick. He turned around and noticed the man-in-a-coat making ticking sound with his tongue. The rhythm was constant, nearly once in a second. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk… “Why are you ticking?!” – Vlad asked. “Ten minutes. That old fart gave me ten minutes.” Ten minutes? So that’s what the guardsman meant… The time he had left as soon as something like this would happen. But if he had so little time at his disposal, then… Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk… Vlad stopped. He dropped the backpack from his shoulders on the ground and carefully drew the large parcel one and a half as long as the backpack itself. With his hands slightly shaking, he unfolded the parcel, and... It was there – no one was stupid enough to try and snitch it out, although it was sticking out provokingly. Vlad carefully pulled out an onyx spear, feeling a chilling cold in his hand uncovered and painful memories invading his mind. The mists, the Spire… It all began here... and probably ends here. Vlad murmured grimly: “Well, buddy… Welcome home.” The ticking stopped. “Say, where did you get that stuff?” – the man-in-a-coat asked. Vlad gave him a sad smile. “Y’know, it’s kinda a long story. If we get out of this, I’ll tell you at the next stop, okay?” The man silently nodded and continued the countdown. Everyone else near the wagons should be as well aware of what was going to happen next. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk…
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