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Freeform Roleplaying / Re: Blood on Ice Spilled
« Last post by Strolen on Today at 12:20:02 PM »
Any number of mountain beasts have been making themselves known in the past minutes culminating in the distinct howl of wolves. Need to find some cover before they descend on the valley. He was not in any shape to defend himself nor make the trek back to the Boubon camp. Pausing his self-hug, he checked the hidden pockets in his pants with numb fingers and was reassured by what we felt. Lost a lot from the coat but still not defenseless at least. A few bodies were near by now. Looks like a head wound from the blood splatter. Hopefully it was a clean blow that kept the coat out of the blood.

A shout careened across the landscape. Jorstin cringed with the force of it and looked to its source. One was obviously a Kingsman, the one that probably shouted. He was with another that looked in bad shape. After a moment he corrected it to really bad shape. Jorstin stopped for a minute and reviewed his surroundings again. He missed these two on his first review, no telling what else he had failed to notice. This failure of perception made him think that his own injury might be worse than what he first thought.

Jorstin continued his walk to the body and relieved the corpse of a fur lined coat, gloves and a cap with ear flaps. Small blood splatters were all over it, frozen in memory of his death. A mercenary from the Snow Lion clan out of the north by the style and weapon. A small clan with not much for flat land, less for farming but a very vibrant hunting area. They had a harsh winter and the pull of trade and gold was too much for them. Ferocious fighters and their clothes will be padded and warm. He struggled to move the stiffening body as he rolled it and fought the arms to get the jacket off. At then end it was released with a snap that put Jorstin on his ass. Shaking his head at the cold that was taking over his body, he finally managed to get the clothes on.

A quick scan of the bodies found a couple shoulder packs that he collected and he faced the Kingsman and his mercenary companion. After a final look around, and failing to see anything else of significance, Jorstin decided he might as well join them. The threat of the approaching creatures was enough to throw his dice into the game and see where it goes. A Kingsman, a mercenary and a Boubon...this sounds like a bad tavern joke in the making.

As he approached within knife throwing distance Jorstin said, "Well met friends. Whether it be the wolves that are closing in or the returning of the dragon to feast on this generous course, either way I would like to be away from this battlefield." Looking at the injured one, "The smell of blood is thick here but we will soon have to dress that wound to save your life and protect our movements. A dragon's shrieks will eventually gather many a beast from all directions once they measure it safe."

The Boubon camp was up a difficult climb and a well fortified area and Jorstin was not willing to return that way. Reports had the King's camp at the base of the mountain. That is probably the easiest. For now, time to be helpful. Jorstin entered their area looking for a way to assist the wounded man.
Fields of Challenge / Re: Ice Monsters? No Ice Monsters?
« Last post by Scrasamax on Today at 08:54:00 AM »
There ya go, Scras. Nothing fancy but I had a spare 20 minutes. No need to vote/comment on any other of mine. :)


Fields of Challenge / Re: Ice Monsters? No Ice Monsters?
« Last post by Shadoweagle on Today at 08:14:33 AM »
There ya go, Scras. Nothing fancy but I had a spare 20 minutes. No need to vote/comment on any other of mine. :)

Freeform Roleplaying / Re: Blood on Ice Spilled
« Last post by Murometz on Yesterday at 07:03:55 PM »
"Aye" Pahvil agreed once more. The Kingsman made sense. The axe-fighter groaned as he rose. The blood pumping from his leg had finally coagulated and was now frozen black. With broken ribs, every breath caused him tear-inducing pain.

"I may yet die this day, but not before that one" he said gesturing toward a stumbling man, whose spindly arms were wrapped around a torso with nothing more than an undershirt. "He'll wish for the dragon's fire soon enough as he begins to freeze."

"We left a makeshift camp at the base of that mountain, hours before the battle." He spoke to Bogdan again, adding in a quieter tone, "There is a way through Snowshadow Mountain."

Then Pahvil heard the first howl. "Wolves are coming. Gods know what else. Come with us if you wish to live." This was shouted to the confused looking man in the undershirt again.
Fields of Challenge / Re: Moonlake's workpile
« Last post by Moonlake on Yesterday at 05:56:59 PM »
Nov 2015 progress log:
Short story and then procrastination. I found a webpage with the full translation of the Chinese ancient text for my Chinese lifeform codex but haven't gotten around to updating the relevant subs. These two months have been all around procrastination basically. In between I had a whole month of back to FT work but still...
Freeform Roleplaying / Re: Cytherean Cycle, the
« Last post by EchoMirage on Yesterday at 01:00:11 PM »
"I am a death shark, lizzy. A badass shark that swims through the seas, dispensing death upon those who had it coming."
The translator chirped and wheezed and hissed, and honestly, Luna had exactly no idea whether these were sounds of system failure, or the actual translation.
"Also, concerning seas, how is the water on this world?"
Orange. Fizzy. Suspicious. Not something you'd let run across your gills without prior testing.

As they approached the robot, she could not resist, and quipped: "Perhaps he is not looking for oil, but a heart?"

But, the quipping aside, she approached the waves, wistfully sighing and gazing towards the islands, their honeycombed cliffs and impossible pinnacles. Her need to immerse herself in cool wetness was ever growing. Slowly, she prodded the lapping waves with her boot, wary whether they would bite. I'm supposed to be the thing that bites in the waves. No fair.
"So, lizard? Are these waves poison? And what lives within?"
"Any luck with the robot? Perhaps it can tell?"
Fields of Challenge / Re: Ice Monsters? No Ice Monsters?
« Last post by Scrasamax on Yesterday at 11:46:58 AM »
I'll up the ante.

I will comment and vote not just on every monster submitted, I will comment and vote on a submission of your choice. Only caveat, if you write a >500 word sub, don't ask me to vote on a War and Peace sub  :ahh:.

Fields of Challenge / Ice Monsters? No Ice Monsters?
« Last post by Scrasamax on Yesterday at 10:23:46 AM »

I went looking for an ice monster to put into the Blood on Ice Spilt game and we've got two pages. That's it.

We need more ice monsters.

Wampas, ice worms, frost wolves, etc.

Not sentient races, not artistic encounters, not background color.

We need stuff that hunts PCs and bleeds XP.

Freeform Roleplaying / Re: Blood on Ice Spilled
« Last post by Scrasamax on Yesterday at 09:23:10 AM »
'Bogdan of the Rothlorian Highland, Old Wolf clan, and kingsman to a dead king,' he said. 'I have quarrel with anything but the ice.' he said.

A thin shrill sound echoed over the vale, carrying on the cold winds. Bogdan stiffened, that was not a good sign. There were fell beasts, not as dire as a great wyrm drawn from it's lair, but to a mortal man, being ended by a dragon or a half ton ice wolf was still death.

'We must leave, fell beasts will be drawn to this, the dragon's fire and the stench of death...' he said. 'Which may draw the dragon out again.'
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