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    Alberta, Canada
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    Gaming, Writing, Occasionally I Draw Poorly. Jojo's Bizarre Adventure is on there, somewhere.
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  1. Jotnotes

    The Brittle King's Tragedy OOC

    I will after Vielle posts. I forgot that she had a post, yet.
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    The Brittle King's Tragedy OOC

    Yup! Go ahead!
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    The Brittle King's Tragedy OOC

    If you would like to post, by all means go ahead!
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    The Brittle King's Tragedy OOC

    We entered a big ol' room and noticed some spooky dudes on the far end. Ilyana stepped forward, across the platforms that span the room and found some weird stuff on the ground, probably dropped by the archaeologists. She was then jumped by one of the mummies/ghouls/reavers, and she narrowly escaped to safety, only for the pursuing monster to be gunned down in cold blood. Now, there's like two more coming the party's way as quick as they can, and another hiding somewhere.
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    The Brittle King's Tragedy OOC

    I believe it is @Garionup next! Before you post, do you need a sitrep on where the reavers are, or are you confident as is?
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    The Brittle King's Tragedy OOC

    Sorry for the delay, I was asleep and also attempting to draw this morning. Let me just...put on my narrator's voice.
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    The Brittle King's Tragedy OOC

    It's a big room, boss. Can he hail Mary that?
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    The Brittle King's Tragedy OOC

    The knife, amusingly enough, will be snagged by the lodepoints, and consequentially be tossed into the chasm below. This would be distressing for the Reaver, to say the least, provided that they are capable of feeling distress.
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    Not All Floods Involve Water

    The party packed their things, and climbed aboard the wagon in just under an hour. The constant droning of the rain hammering down on the rooftops and the ground outisde, and the canopy of the trees. Most pressing was the sound of raindrops in water, an unsettling prelude of what awaited them outside. Once they had everything together and set into the cart, they struck out again. Outside, the roads were flooded, and the rain didn't look as though it was going to let up. Thunder rumbled across the hills as they exited the shelter, welcoming them to the mud and rain. Vance was probably the most displeased of everyone to set foot outside again. The old guard had just dried his armor, and now it seemed that it was for naught. He sighed tremendously, and then recalled that there was others in the party sharing a similar fate. He glanced up at the wagon, at Xylex and his progeny, and sighed, annoyed. He quietly, and quickly, removed his helmet, and his furs. He took them off, one at a time, and slung them over his shoulder. He strode over to the wagon, and passed them over, without making eye contact. "Wrap yerselves up." He commanded, a little softer than normal. It was kind of difficult to be gentle, with the cold rain beating down on his naked shoulders now. "They'll get soggy before long, so try to stay dry. They'll keep you warm--warmer, at least." Sure, they were furry wolfmen, but no creature enjoyed being pelted with the heavy rain. Not men, not horses, and certainly not dogs. He passed one to both of the pups, and handed the last one to Xylex himself. He wanted to follow up with a growl or threat, but offered only a stout nod, and a benign request: "No thanks needed; just keep track of these; I want 'em all back before we're done, here." With his armor all but gone, save for a heavy pair of boots, thick trousers and a small 'kilt' of pelts wrapped around his belt, there was no further reason for him to be weighed down by his spear. He set that in the cart, too. By now, Lars and Xaga had found their way into the driver's bench, and the horses were hitched up and ready to go. At Lars' command, the procession began down the road, into the pouring rain. The road was difficult to follow in this much water and filth, where it rose nearly a third of the way up the cart's wheels everywhere they went. Worse still, the horses slowed down considerably, to the point where Lars considered returning to the house until the rain let up. Muddy roads were dangerous. If the horses stepped into a pothole, or caught their leg in the mud, such an injury would set them back indefinitely. They couldn't go back, and they couldn't march forward without risking hurting either animal. It was an absolute slog. However, Lars knew better than to complain. Walking right next to the cart, staying silent, his bodyguard continued to keep watch even as rain soaked into his battered, weathered flesh. It clung to the hair on his head, and ran down his face and neck in rivulets. He was being far stronger than he had any right to, and Lars had to respect that, had to respect that, despite his annoyance with their impromptu passengers, he'd done what he could to help them. Lars even recalled how careful he'd been recovering the body from the bottom of the stairs the other night. Lars had to be better, because Vance was being better, too. He kept that in mind as he kept his gaze trained ahead, at the muddy, watery road ahead of them. It was still a good day's journey before they'd reach the forest, and they had to take it slower than normal. He'd keep his eyes forward, in case the road conditions improved, or trouble loomed ahead. Nearby, Vance shuddered, but set his jaw in place and soldiered onward.
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    The Brittle King's Tragedy OOC

    Is that image hosted on discord? I can't see it (which sort of suggests how you guys couldn't see it when I posted earlier) There are four reavers so far; the three on the farthest end of the room (one of them was standing there from the beginning, and the other two dropped down from the ceiling. One of them leapt down into the pit, so we can see that one right now.) There's also the one that attacked Ilyana, who is wasting no time in rushing the party. (At the time of writing, he's probably already a few seconds before bearing down on the party) Anatase and Celestine cannot see the reaver who jumped down into the pit. One might wonder if it is actually even down there. You recall that there's a drain down there, on the right side of the platforms. It's possible that the reaver jumped down into the drain, in search of their quarry. The ceiling is quite high up, but there may be trace amounts of metals in the stonework. It's all sandstone, of course, so resources would be relatively limited.
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    Not All Floods Involve Water [OOC]

    Post will be up tomorrow morning, goons and gals. Got caught up in cooking/cleaning today so I didn't have a lot of time to do anything
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    The Brittle King's Tragedy OOC

    Minimal communication in the last few days. Not sure I like that. Is holiday season catching up with people much too quickly, or have we all just abandoned ship at once?
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    The Brittle King's Tragedy OOC

    If I am keeping track of things, @Thotificationhas missed their window. The next person in line is @Csl. If posting proves difficult at any time, please let us know in the OOC chat. It helps move things along. On that same subject: it is fast approaching on holiday season. Should we have a hiatus sometime this month? How long would we need?
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    The Brittle King's Tragedy OOC

    They can see much better than they hear, and can even see in the dark.
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    The Brittle King's Tragedy OOC

    She certainly could be. It's not like those monsters are gonna wait for y'all on the other side of the bridge.
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