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Zoobey rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 9:45 pm
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White.
Or perhaps grey. The ceiling creaked, light footsteps pattering. The chandelier, rusted, groaned and swayed, once, twice, and then oddly moving without making a sound at all. The chairs flickered, faded, replaced with larger chairs and then nothing at all, as the floorboards themselves seemed to peel and reassemble themselves repeatedly.
But beyond the chaotic rearrangement of this room were the voices whispering to each person. Beckoning them somewhere Home. Home, where their loved ones were, where they could finally feel at peace, where they could resolve the strange itching, cold agitation curling in their insides and where they could finally be....
Free?
Foggy white hands began to pull away from the floor, tugging at each student, claws and arms, fingers and feathers, scales, wings-
"Come home."
OOC - If you were quoted in the dungeon finder you are here! You are free to react to the post accordingly or begin to engage in PVP it is up to you - Please post in OOC a small blurb about your character as well as their usual battle stats so everyone knows!
OOC: ROOM STATUS EFFECT ALL PLAYERS AT ANY POINT CAN FORFEIT THEIR ATTACK TO ROLL 2d12. If you roll odd, you do this damage to your opponent. If you roll even, you do this damage to YOURSELF - no modifier. You feel an uneasy unsettling feeling, as if something is coming, but you can't place what or when.
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 10:07 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 10:32 pm
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Surely she had heard Jay's words, but her mind was preoccupied as she glanced at the room. Her head jerked and she grabbed tightly to Jay's hand, nodding to her, though in uncertainty. "We have to find him." She choked out, swallowing quickly and taking a tentative step into the room.
Home.
The word was weighing on her nerves. How could she go home when Senga was lost to her? But surely he was here too, somewhere in here - at peace.
Another jolt of her head and she turned back to Jay with mouth open, only to shut them and tug against an ethereal hand. "!!!" It was a soldiers jump and she released Jay only for a moment to move to her other side, grabbing both of her shoulders and pulling her from them.
"I don't know what this is, what they are, or where home is..." Iyari growled into her ear, turning to face her eye-to-eye. "But we need to find Senga."
It was then her eyes noticed other figures around her and she backed into the other horseman in a defensive stance. "Who else is there?!" Her voice shot out with a low growl underlying the words.
"Stay close to me Jay." She said in assurance, making sure to back into her frame to let her know she was there. Whether it was home they were going or not, she would rather die than lose anyone else.
Quote: Name: Iyari HP: 40/40 Y1 War Horseman - Queen's Soldier She stands 5'8'' with a feathery garb, bright red eyes and fierce green eyes.
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 10:45 pm
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This was not the Haunted House Jay was accustomed to. Granted, she had only been there once or twice. This house was different—well, wasn’t this house different from the other house? The colors were not the same and the ambience was off. Jay looked up at the chandelier hanging overhead as it groaned loudly before ceasing suddenly. Her eyes narrowed at it as it continued to move, yet it now appeared graceful as it soundlessly swung back and forth. The corner of her lip twitched as she grasped Iyari’s hand tighter in return and continued to move deeper into the house with her. The trio was incomplete, but as long as she had the soldier with her she could bear with the emptiness bubbling inside because she knew Iyari was the same, if not worse.
Jay winced as the voices grew louder, murmuring relentlessly into her ears. The call of home and freedom was so tempting. Her free hand groped at her stomach and the empty feeling inside. She winced uncomfortably and shook her head, her jewelry jangling. No, she wouldn’t let the voices take her. Not until she and Iyari found Senga. Her eyes widened and her muscles tensed when she saw the white arms. Just as Iyari let go of her hand, Jay gladly sidestepped to avoid the hands. “No,” she hissed at them.
As Iyari beckoned for her, Jay immediately went over and pressed her back against Iyari’s. “Okay.” Curious, she leaned over to eye the other figures within the room and she shrieked. “HUNTER!” Her dagger appeared in her hand and she fought the urge to recklessly throw her weapon at Dakota.
Quote: Name: Jay HP: 40/40 Y1 Horseman - War Desc: ~5'2" ; tanned skin ; bluejay wings ; long turquoise hair and sea green eyes
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 3:10 pm
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Where ever they had ended up, Solia STILL didn't like it. It was grey, and it was cold, impersonal. Things seemed to appear then vanish. The world around her suddenly a thing to not be trusted. Her eyes betraying her. Reality distorted. Israfel's voice a soothing balm. Cool, his voice was steady as he tried to lead her. Assure her it would be okay. That things would end up alright. Home.
Home was a concept Solia knew but did not. Home was supposed to be with her family. The family she never saw. The family that never wrote back, no matter how many letters she sent, no matter how hard she tried. Hands touched her and she let out a small scream. No no, she was okay. She didn't need help. She was fine. Go away. Feet stomped at the hands, rushing to find the moon hunter she'd come into the room with. She didn't need help. She needed to not be alone. "Dakota? LW?" She didn't know them well, she shouldn't trust the halloweener a rational part of her knew. But- "Guys. Guys, this isn't funny." Heel clattered on the floor as she scrambled towards where she heard their voices. "I want to leave. This isn't right. I don't- I can't-" She was shaking, swatting at the hands.
When she found the moon trainee- hands buried in his coat. Brown eyes looking at him, begging him for some sort of answer. "Nothing bad is going to happen right? This is just- we'll be okay." She repeat the words, "We'll be fine." More for herself.
Quote: Name: Solia Delacroix Basic Hunter Trainee No art yet, she's 5 foot brown hair/eyes, ruffled blouse, skinny jeans+heels. Her weapon is a silver/blue long bow with a familiar blue rose at one end. (Israfel)
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kuropeco rolled 2 20-sided dice:
5, 13
Total: 18 (2-40)
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 3:28 pm
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Her appearance was unlike other mob monsters, the insanity did not roar or scream it's presence desperately to the victims. Instead, the insanity that made up the Protector slid against the ground with a cunning caution, in all the corners that nobody sought to look at.
Aisa wasn't especially selective in who she wanted to disappear.
After all .. Hunter, student, horsemen, everyone who obstructed the path was not allowed to exist.
Unlike the hands along the ground, the Protector would not let them go. Her attack was as sudden as her appearance, of a enemy that was entirely too large for the room altogether. The room strained against the immense amounts of insanity constructing the fifty-foot pony, floorboards reassembling and chairs shifting all around the students.
Quote: Aisa: Protector of Death HP: 120/120 Dice Mechanics: 2d20 DMG: 12 Target: up to three! (Dakota/Jay/Solia) {GM'ed permission in a pm <3 & posting for RA w/ permission}
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 2
Total: 3 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 3:50 pm
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Solia did not like surprises in real life. She liked plot twists, when her feels were punched yeah, that was obvious, but s**t like this? Nope. All aboard the nope train to ********. A scream, she clung to Dakota as the pony formed, and pain lashed into her. Israfel brought her back, calling her to hold him up, to fire.
Her arms shook, breifly letting go of the senior trainee as she 'strung' her bow. The blue rose glowed as she shot at the pony. A single note, a sound that echoed a voice once upon a time, the glowing blue arrow fell harmlessly into the ground.
Good Job Solia.
Quote: Name: Solia Delacroix HP: 28 Charge: Basic Hunter Trainee No art yet, she's 5 foot brown hair/eyes, ruffled blouse, skinny jeans+heels. Her weapon is a silver/blue long bow with a familiar blue rose at one end. (Israfel)
#ponypls #ponystahp #plsstahp #hapl
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iStoleYurVamps
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Syusaki rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 5
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 1 10-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-10)
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kuumeii rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 6
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 8:42 pm
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It was as if lightning had struck the room and Iyari barely had the time to jump back at the word "hunter" let alone properly react to the beast which had entered the room. She felt her blade jump into her hand as she rolled away. "Jay!" The warrior growled as she saw her comrade pull away from her to the other side of the room.
There was a grunt and a disgruntled stare at the horse creature. Something familiar filled the space, corrupted by the overwhelming insanity. "So even you have let yourself go." She said, swinging her head between opponents. It had already attacked Jay, clearly becoming a slave to the insanity. "You." Iyari pointed her sword at the beast, gnashing her teeth together before flitting her gaze towards Jay's attack.
"Later."
There's a score to settle.
The soldier let out an angry scream. Her wings opened and she felt herself leap to the other side of the room as she seemingly roared with anger, aiming her sword for the first human target she could find.
Dakota was that unlucky target.
Quote: Name: Iyari HP: 40/40 Target: Dakota Damage: 4Y1 War Horseman Appearance: See Signature o vo
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Kyrieko rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 7
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 9:43 pm
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revenant aria rolled 2 20-sided dice:
16, 5
Total: 21 (2-40)
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 6:14 am
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There was that delicious hurricane of vengeful thoughts and the utter lack of comradeship that only fueled the insanity's reach to higher heights.
Of course, in a room with hunters, horsemen and students, who would have expected any less?
The attack LW launched against the horse was ineffectual, like throwing a pebble into a vast yet ghastly pond. The grey mass passed LW briefly, as if giving her just a moment's relief before sliding it's grasp coldly around her. The insubstantial grip on Solia and Iyari was even colder, blinding their vision fleetingly in a pale corpse-like shade of grey.
Death rarely let anyone go.
Quote: Aisa: Protector of Death HP: 116/120 Dice Mechanics: 2d20 DMG: 21 - 6 =15 Target: up to three! (LW/Iyari/Solia) {GM'ed permission in a pm <3)
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 8
Total: 15 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 12:36 pm
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She'd never met a horseman, but Israfel had. Israfel had wished them no ills, he'd only wished they would understand that not everything was about death, about revenge. He didn't dislike them, but he knew them. He knew that if they saw Solia, she would be in danger. Jay, fond memories lost of her, he could recall only wings of white and blue. Nothing more. Stay away from her Solia! The yell to drop her bow, to drop Israfel was met with a harsher command from the weapon. Whatever you do, do not let me go! Don't let them take me! Her grip tighten, even as the dagger hit her shoulder, a cry of pain escaping her. "No!" A loud refusal, she would trust Israfel, even if the woman with wings screamed. Dakota's chivalry was not missed, And she was thankful as he put himself between her and the danger. "Okay, okay. I-" A small cry of worry as the other winged woman attacked her defender. She was confused. Where they allies of the insanity things?
She lifted the bow, shooting at the large horse, the note of the string something deeper, aggressive. The rose glowing brightly, even in the fog. She wasn't looking to where it hit, only to the man in front of her. "Dakota, please, let's go. This isn't what were supposed to do. This isn't right." A frantic, scared look to LW, "Why are they attacking us?"
Target: Death Pony DMG: 9
Quote: Name: Solia Delacroix Charge: 1/3 HP: 15 Basic Hunter Trainee No art yet, she's 5 foot brown hair/eyes, ruffled blouse, skinny jeans+heels. Her weapon is a silver/blue long bow with a familiar blue rose at one end. (Israfel) #ponystahp #plsponystahp #whydoeseveryonehatemyweapon #whatisevengoingon #HAPL
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kuumeii rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 3
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 12:45 pm
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