>Greg: WQ steps forward, and looks at the information Jack sent you. She seems uneasy, but agrees to do as Jack asks.
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>Xavier: WYVERN. Okay, sure, that'd work. They're more inspired by a cross between Bleach and Hajime no Ippo, but that's a fairly decent name. Also, the GM feels he should emphasize that there is only one enemy before you.
As you dash forward, the Wyvern aims a fist at you. Electricity crackles across it, building up a massive amount of charge.
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>Rich: With your small cadre of allies, you begin to explore the passages. You have significant difficulty finding any that lead upwards, however; it seems that you can only head downwards.
Eventually, you find yourself emerging into a massive cavern, its walls encrusted with hundreds of gems and crystals. Most of the floor is covered by some strangely flowing liquid, most likely liquid glass. However, the substance seems quite cool, despite its melted state.
Also in the cavern, you can see a large group of CROCODILES milling about, talking among themselves. One of them spots you, and alerts the rest of the group. They begin to encircle you, slowly surrounding your group.
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>Dirk: Time travel scene!
You find yourself standing on the ruins of the collapsed tower, thankfully appearifying much closer to the ground.
You notice a lone IGUANA excavating the rubble.
Also, completed poem here:
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>GMFaU: Which parts, exactly? There's quite a bit there.
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>Xavier: WYVERN. Okay, sure, that'd work. They're more inspired by a cross between Bleach and Hajime no Ippo, but that's a fairly decent name. Also, the GM feels he should emphasize that there is only one enemy before you.
As you dash forward, the Wyvern aims a fist at you. Electricity crackles across it, building up a massive amount of charge.
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>Rich: With your small cadre of allies, you begin to explore the passages. You have significant difficulty finding any that lead upwards, however; it seems that you can only head downwards.
Eventually, you find yourself emerging into a massive cavern, its walls encrusted with hundreds of gems and crystals. Most of the floor is covered by some strangely flowing liquid, most likely liquid glass. However, the substance seems quite cool, despite its melted state.
Also in the cavern, you can see a large group of CROCODILES milling about, talking among themselves. One of them spots you, and alerts the rest of the group. They begin to encircle you, slowly surrounding your group.
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>Dirk: Time travel scene!
You find yourself standing on the ruins of the collapsed tower, thankfully appearifying much closer to the ground.
You notice a lone IGUANA excavating the rubble.
So long as you avoid running into past versions of yourselves, feel free to play it out in here. Unless you want to do it just through pesterchum, that's fine too.
Also, completed poem here:
The countless eons will fade away
Till the dark is dispersed by the break of day.
The Chosen Heroes will make their stand
Each one fighting upon their Land.
United by bonds crossing time and space
Their blades will sing as upwards they race
Until they stand, on that field of white
Facing their foe, the King of the Night.
A journey spanning a thousand years
A loss that will shed a thousand tears.
To find and craft, that mighty beast
A task that is almost beyond their reach.
Rivals and adversaries will litter their path
Seeking to stop them, to hold them back.
Can they be halted? Who can say?
They are not yet under Time?s grand sway.
On that golden world, shining bright
Their coming is praised, an end to the night.
On that purple sphere, its ruler feared
Their advent is cursed, their purpose jeered.
The Heroes will come, from a distant place
Crossing unfathomed reaches of time and space.
From that realm, lost to decay and death
They come holding hope for life and breath.
The one who seeks to Light the path
His shadow composed of consuming wrath.
Will he save his Land, return the light?
Or doom his friends to a hopeless fight?
The one who is destined to travel the Ages
His stories filling a thousand pages.
The power to alter fate in his grasp
Will he find himself up to the task?
The one who leaps through Space and back
Who stands on the edge of white and black.
His burden is heavy, his duty is great
His task, that mighty beast, to create.
The one who fights for Hope and peace
The need for his aid will never cease.
To greet the Forger, to wake the Smith
An obligation that is his forthwith.
The one who holds the threads of Life
Who will find himself a master of strife.
His allies face Death?s black grasp
Will he be able to bring them back?
The one who?s Mind has been awakened
His greatest strength, already taken.
To know the future, to see its path
Will be his eternal, and greatest task.
The Glorious Speaker awaits their call
When they need his voice, he will give his all.
A noise that will crush the forces of night
A light that will be forever shining bright.
Their journey complete, a gift he will give
A new home, in which they forever live.
Until the sky grows black, and the worlds decay
He will guard their home, forever and a day.
The Journey will be long, its toils hard
The Heroes will find that they have no guard.
Each of their Denizens they must seek,
To ally with, their powers entreat.
This sacred duty, it must be upheld
Heroes and Denizens, their strengths must meld.
If this task is left unfinished, undone
The quest will be over, its participants gone.
(This next section is rather strange. Although you can still read it, the carvings are strange, and seem out of place with the rest of the poem.)
Another is coming. He seeks the two that fled.
His power is great, his will unmatched.
Run. It is a battle that cannot be won.
When the Lord appears, all is lost.
(Here the normal writing resumes)
Upon the edge of a blade, Skaia rests.
On the one side safety, the other death.
Its fate is unknown, its destination not set
The Reckoning may destroy it yet.
So, hasten Heroes, follow your path.
Fight until you breathe your last.
Until Skaia?s light shines evermore
Bring an end to this eternal war.
Till the dark is dispersed by the break of day.
The Chosen Heroes will make their stand
Each one fighting upon their Land.
United by bonds crossing time and space
Their blades will sing as upwards they race
Until they stand, on that field of white
Facing their foe, the King of the Night.
A journey spanning a thousand years
A loss that will shed a thousand tears.
To find and craft, that mighty beast
A task that is almost beyond their reach.
Rivals and adversaries will litter their path
Seeking to stop them, to hold them back.
Can they be halted? Who can say?
They are not yet under Time?s grand sway.
On that golden world, shining bright
Their coming is praised, an end to the night.
On that purple sphere, its ruler feared
Their advent is cursed, their purpose jeered.
The Heroes will come, from a distant place
Crossing unfathomed reaches of time and space.
From that realm, lost to decay and death
They come holding hope for life and breath.
The one who seeks to Light the path
His shadow composed of consuming wrath.
Will he save his Land, return the light?
Or doom his friends to a hopeless fight?
The one who is destined to travel the Ages
His stories filling a thousand pages.
The power to alter fate in his grasp
Will he find himself up to the task?
The one who leaps through Space and back
Who stands on the edge of white and black.
His burden is heavy, his duty is great
His task, that mighty beast, to create.
The one who fights for Hope and peace
The need for his aid will never cease.
To greet the Forger, to wake the Smith
An obligation that is his forthwith.
The one who holds the threads of Life
Who will find himself a master of strife.
His allies face Death?s black grasp
Will he be able to bring them back?
The one who?s Mind has been awakened
His greatest strength, already taken.
To know the future, to see its path
Will be his eternal, and greatest task.
The Glorious Speaker awaits their call
When they need his voice, he will give his all.
A noise that will crush the forces of night
A light that will be forever shining bright.
Their journey complete, a gift he will give
A new home, in which they forever live.
Until the sky grows black, and the worlds decay
He will guard their home, forever and a day.
The Journey will be long, its toils hard
The Heroes will find that they have no guard.
Each of their Denizens they must seek,
To ally with, their powers entreat.
This sacred duty, it must be upheld
Heroes and Denizens, their strengths must meld.
If this task is left unfinished, undone
The quest will be over, its participants gone.
(This next section is rather strange. Although you can still read it, the carvings are strange, and seem out of place with the rest of the poem.)
Another is coming. He seeks the two that fled.
His power is great, his will unmatched.
Run. It is a battle that cannot be won.
When the Lord appears, all is lost.
(Here the normal writing resumes)
Upon the edge of a blade, Skaia rests.
On the one side safety, the other death.
Its fate is unknown, its destination not set
The Reckoning may destroy it yet.
So, hasten Heroes, follow your path.
Fight until you breathe your last.
Until Skaia?s light shines evermore
Bring an end to this eternal war.
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>GMFaU: Which parts, exactly? There's quite a bit there.
