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Joe
The final Oni succumbs to the axe wounds, he finds something to drink while Radko, AKA Gomamon, sighs. "What a greeting... We see each other again and these guys show up, spoiling our reunion!" His partner kicks at one of the fallen Oni.
"I'm still trying to recover from my second visit to an alien world, where once again in a life and death struggle with nothing to really show for it beyond nightmares and my allergies..." He bemoans. "Oh and, ah, let's see, Cure." Cael says while holding onto Radko's arm.
"Hey! All those wounds are gone!" Is his partner's response, which gets him up off the ground to check and double check the Goliath's shoulders where some of those arrows had become lodged in Radko's shoulders, which had begun to bleed when his partner yanked them out.
"Not even a scab..." He murmurs in surprise. "So... getting transported here means we become those characters we created... How interesting." Gael muses while rubbing his chin goatee, something he had added as a notable detail.
"Characters? You mean that's why I'm human?" Radko asks him and with a hum, he begins at the beginning while moving to loot the dead Oni, not that they had much on them...
"Well, Tai found this game after we got home from the Digital World. About a few days after it, Izzy asked him about it. Well, Tai being Tai, pretty much allowed Izzy to examine it and only thought of us giving the game a try after Izzy explained it." He explains while putting the coins and other interesting items into his rather large bag of holding that's currently hanging from his belt about his waist.
"Well, Izzy took the game home to read through the books. Then, about six days ago, Tai phones me up and asks if I wanted to try this game called Adventures and Adversaries, a D and D rip off. As I didn't have anything to do today, I said sure. I arrived at the Tai's apartment and filled in two character sheets for Team Reliability." He says with a bit of an ironic smile.
"So... where are we going now?" Radko asks with a rather odd look upon his face, which causes him to pause to regard his partner for a few. "Also, since when have you gotten over your fear of blood?"
"What?" He jerks while standing up. It takes Gael a few seconds to realize that his hands were covered in blood from all those Oni. "But I... And yet..." He murmurs, stroking his goatee, only to pause in that action.
"Ok... there is a good chance that our minds have also been altered slightly to help us to accept this." He says while rubbing his hands through the patch of snow under a minor over hang. "I mean, we had no trouble killing them, we even seem to know how to use our respective weapons and any other skills that I had put down."
Most of the blood came off and he rubs his hands on his gray robe. His belt is a braid that sports two white strands and two gold strands. The medallion of his chosen god, err goddess is Geshtai. Touching the metal disk and rubbing his thumb over the holy image helps him center himself.
"You do have a good point. I mean, I've never used an axe before and yet it felt like an extension of my hand. This place, it feels like home too." His partner admits and looks about the scenery, which wasn't that surprising considering that Goliaths enjoy the mountains.
Muttering a pray to his patron goddess, he moves pass the bodies, heading for the pull of his being. It seems that they were needed and needed to get moving. "Come on, Radko Mountainglare, we have a scepter to find." Gael Icesweat says while walking in the direction of the pull.
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Mimi
She ducks under a branch and turns to fire an arrow at the pursuing Lizardfolk but from all the running they've been doing, her aim isn't what it should be and thus hits the trunk next to her target. Taking a deep breath, she quickly darts to where Oakcalm, AKA Palmon, has taken cover in.
"Perhaps we should turn and face them, Harsha... All this running... It's wearing us down!" Oakcalm says, flexing her thinly bark covered fingers. "They just keep coming."
The sound of foot falls draw closer. "But I hate violence! We didn't do anything to hurt them, so why do they hunt us?" The Digidestine of Sincerity exclaim.
Then, as the Lizardfolk draw in close, one gets within range to use their large club and she freezes. 'Mimi' seems to be pushed aside and 'Harsha Heartshield' steps in. The elven maid uses the bow to deflect the incoming club with her primary hand while bringing her long dagger out of its sheath. Moving into the incoming foe's guard, Harsha rams the long dagger as forcefully into the attacker's ribs as possible, much to 'Mimi' horror.
Allowing the bow to drop and moving away from the, hopefully, fatally injured foe. Oakcalm seems startled but soon joins the battle by calling upon the boar spirit 'Mimi' had put in as Oakcalm's spirit patron. Harsha manages to bring out her short sword and uses it on the incoming attacker. The elven fighter manages to slice through this one's scaly covered throat.
The next wave seems to hast at the change in their 'prey' and they murmur in their tongue about what to do, all the while allowing Harsha time to study the opposing side. 'Mimi' is rather overwhelmed by all this violence and though she tries to be for mercy on their behalf, the Harsha persona replies, "If they had just let us go without chasing after us, then we would not be in this situation."
'Mimi' couldn't help but know that Harsha had a point, even if she didn't like how bittersweet it was to acknowledge. Then, before they could get organized, the fighter rushes them. Startled, they didn't organize much of a defense with their fellows. With Oakcalm making sure to send a healing spell towards the elf, the Lizardfolk die but not without managing to do damage to her, which gets fixed when Oakcalm casts a healing spell.
"We better hurry and loot what we can, they might have sent runners to their camp." Harsha says softly to her partner. It's only when the bodies have been looted before the persona of Harsha steps back, but not without saying a thing.
Once 'Mimi' is in control, she can't help but do what could only be natural for her. "Are you going to be ok?" Oakcalm asks.
"No, I don't think I'll ever be alright." She says with tears beginning to well up. Then softly, she goes on to say, "When I froze... It was like, somebody just took over. It was disturbing and yet... I really didn't want to die..."
"Oh, Mimi... I don't know what to say..." Palmon says in sympathy while patting her on the back gently. "But we should leave. We can always visit a temple if you want to be confess about killing them."
Taking the skin of water and using it to rinse her mouth, she nods in acknowledgment. Although it's clear that this wasn't going to be like their adventures in the Digital World and it's unlikely they'll encounter their friends either, that map that Izzy drew up featured different landmasses of varying sizes ranging from islands to whole continents.
Remembering to pick up her bow, they leave while she passes the water skin over to her partner in this nightmare. I hope nothing like that happened to any of them...
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Matt
"Well, that could have gone better." Lawrence 'Wolfclaw' Talbot, typically called Wolfclaw, muses at the eleven beasts that feature a head totally skinless, pretty much just skulls. His partner stands before him in a hybrid form of wolf and man.
"Yea, they were tough, although not a match for you, eh Gabumon?" He says at his fellow member of Team Friendship. "Although, remind me to yell at Tai for finding such a dangerous game."
"Ok, Matt." Wolfclaw agrees while they just look around them. G'roth doesn't know why he's not panicking over TK being not only in this dangerous world but also without him there to protect him.
Using his sabre tip to poke the bare skull of the strange beast. The head moves but it's clear that the monster isn't alive. "I think we should disembowel them. It would make them easier to be rid of." Wolfclaw says and the half-orc nods after thinking about it for a few minutes, something in him telling him that its a good idea.
Slowly, they work their way through the various beasts, rather surprised to find arrow heads ranging from flint heads to barbed steel ones in their bodies. It seems they have encountered other travelers and were capable to walking away from those events with most of their hides intact. They mostly pocketed the arrow heads before Wolfclaw tracking them to the beasts' den.
No signs of young or mothers about, although they did find some of the dens littered with bones. Among those bones were coins, most seems to be copper coins but there are a few silver coins there. They found a few well preserved items among the litter of dead, they pocket those as well.
He glances up at the sky, studying the stars with faint interest before shaking his head. "Guess it doesn't matter which direction we head in, does it? That is, unless you want to rest..." G'roth asks his battle partner.
"Don't know about you, but I'm still too hyped to try and sleep." Wolfclaw admits and he nods in understanding. "Yea, me too, buddy, me too."
As they leave the den, they managed to heal up. Taking a rest, he notices that he feels more energetic. Wolfclaw did seem to enjoy switching through each of his forms, although he did wonder if he can't find a spell to allow his partner's cloths to transform with him. As dawn raises, he finds himself humming a tune.
They stop on top of a hill and finds that not far from their position is a road. "Not sure about you, but I could use a rest now." Wolfclaw admits while yawning and stretching his upper body, causing something to pop and crack.
"Yea, I guess we're close enough. Now lets see, did I purchase tents?" He wonders, moving his large bag of holding onto his lap and reaches into it. With a grunt, he pulls out his tent bundle.
"Check your own bag, you should have one in there too." He says to his team mate. Sure enough, Wolfclaw pulls out one as well. Luckily, it wasn't hard to set up and they each crawled into their tent. Using his bag as a pillow, the bard succumbs to sleep.
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Izzy
Silence reigns between them as they sit at a table in a tavern. Orn seems to be tracing some of the marks left behind by previous patrons of this tavern. Licking his lips, he opens his mouth to say something, only, his voice fails him. Looking away from the Genasi sitting across from him, Yair glances over at the stage.
"Well, aren't you two a pair of chatter boxes." He glances over to the surly waitress placing a pair of wooden mugs onto the table. "You know, if you two are looking for work, there's a local lawman rounding up adventures to pursue a criminal into the abandon library. Though, rumor has it, it's filled with ghosts and the undead."
"Thanks, we'll keep that in mind." Yair says, having finally found his voice. The rather shapely woman winks at him, causing his cheeks to redden a bit. He finds Orn looking up at him and sighs.
"I can't help it that you disapproved of my suggesting we give the game a try nor do I know of a way beyond retrieving the item in question to end it." He says to Orn... Tentomon while looking down into his cup. "Most games like it don't do what it did and I just thought they were just trying to add a jolt of realistic danger to any of their games."
Swirling the liquid in the mug, he continues, "To be able to find them, I would need to do research along with gain experience that will increase my reserves. And we can put the word out that we're looking for them, we might get word of them faster too."
"But we would need money." Orn states and he nods. "And we would find more money by exploring these dungeons. But then we would be risking our lives. We can hire people to run through them too, but then they would want their share. Same if we hire ourselves out too."
"So, basically, we can't do much without going around killing other beings." Orn summaries and he stays silent by finally gulping down some of the ale in his mug. This causes him to start coughing while his throat burns from the ale, it didn't escape him that his partner seems to be a tad amused by that.
"Boy is that foul." He manages to say in his defense and with a slight smile, Orn takes a slip out of his mug. Other then a minor sour look, Orn doesn't react to the taste of the ale. Perhaps I took too big of a sip...
"Well then, we better be off to find this lawman. It would be a good idea to have allies for our first dungeon drive." Orn says and he merely smiles while nodding.
They clank their mugs and take a sip of the ale. Yair finds it's still foul to taste, although it doesn't burn going down. They wait until they're done before getting up and slap down a few copper coins.
To Be Continued!