4/2=2 With my sword out, I aim for the eyes for a chance to blind it. Damage is 5
Leading Waymore back to where I had left Ein and Deken, I see Ein fighting a wildcat while Deken appears to b frozen in a trance. Ein seems to be handling the wildcat so I stand near Deken, ready to defend him if anything should attack.
Ein, you stab it clean through the eyes; it shrieks and writhes in pain, and slumps to the ground, dead.
Defy Danger 6+6+2=14
I wipe the blood from my nose into the palm of my hand, and send some arcane energy through the trace that it has on me.
You grip your hand in a tight fist, concentrating energy once more; you feel a... cool sensation on your palm, and the voice says,
I say, that's not very nice, now is it...? before the burst of energy overloads the mental link. The voice fades; the subtle mental pressure of Shorn is gone from your mind.
But when you open you hand, you see on your hand a symbol - you can feel its coolness in your palm still. It is scarred into your flesh. A mark of Shorn.
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Defy Danger, 2d6+WIS. (5+5) + 2 = 12
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As I yell in the air, seconds away from my death, something is triggered in my mind and I'm finally able to change. But this is a new feeling, powerful and ambitious; an outside force interfering with the process.
I feel my body growing hot, my skin starts to hiss and my muscles ache from the heat. I look at my hand and see my fingers melting together, to the point where they gain a vermillion tone. Yet my arms are not shrinking as supposed to; they are getting larger and larger, and my armor drips down from them creating living flames.
A tail sprouts through my pants never-ending, a flurry of dancing feathers impossible to not notice. My mouth hardens, curves and elongates as I spit out my now useless teeth. The claws in my necklace go down and, fusing with my body, they replace my toes and are enlarged by that same force.
Just as I can determine four people and a skinchanger down there, the transformation ends and I soar back up in full splendor, fully enjoying this new sensation. This is my only chance to get what I came here for. I continue on my path, flying upwards like a majestic ball of flame, until I find a place to land somewhere above the canopy.
As you ascend you notice the canopy, dense though it is, is also very, very dead. Dry kindling and charred wood form a roof of incredible density, and very few ways to the sky above appear to exist; almost like roads or tunnels through the corpses of trees. You follow one such pathway, and finally you see a different kind of light, and you burst through into the open air.
Below you is the Kazghai, spralwed and majestic, climbing into the mountains of the south, and - you notice - much more brown than green. Seen from the air, it seems the forests near humanity, and surrounding Outpost Theta in particular, remain green and vibrant, but much of the surrounding landscape is bare wood or naked branches.
You hear a cry, a screech. You look into the dazzling sun. Flying straight at you is a bird. A phoenix, to be precice.
What do you do?
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Ein, Deken, Thrakdur, Waymore; the body of the 'bear' is slowly reverting and shifting back to that of a human clad in furs and leathers, but the cat remains just that. You have no idea where Serrick went, but there was a blast of heat from far above. The wagon tracks go up one massive tree branch and out of sight.
What do you do?
4+2)+1=7, does the advantage Waymore gave me apply to this? Makes it an 8 so no difference if so.