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goldoanheart · 1 year
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To Pluck the Petals Free [Scavenging with Cecilia and Kurthnaga]
Scavenging 
- receive 1 random resource (plank of wood, metal can, or 1d10 tokens) per post
-- 1d10 chance of finding odd gadget from same post, where 1&2 = success (ping Key)
event starter for @valkyrrian
The metal buildings loom around them, and Kurth is reminded of the dream from what seemed like ages ago - though it had only been a mere few nights. The wind blows through the empty streets and Kurth shivers, wondering why the dream had given him such thin clothes to work with in a world like this. Perhaps it was simply the idea that this was all he could find, he had no way of knowing.
He glances towards Cecilia beside him, her long green hair billowing in the wind that whips around them. As they walk, scanning the streets for... something, he isn’t exactly sure what, pebbles scatter among the cracked and broken streets. It feels haunting, the way there is truly nothing around them at all. Silence echoes louder than any sound they make, the quiet settling over the city like an uneasy blanket.
Kurth clears his throat, lifting his head from where it hung observing the road before them, focusing his gaze solely on his companion now. He smiles awkwardly, his entire being put off by the unsettling vibe the entire city emanates.
“So... what exactly are we looking for...?”
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goldoanheart · 1 year
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Wall-E Looks Different Than I Remember [Team 7 Iron Round]
It’s like in the moment that he blinks, they are suddenly within another arena, though slightly different from the last. More metallic, more confining. And the enemies across the way are giant beasts of metal, unlike anything Kurthnaga has ever seen before. Certainly, he has seen things this large, but never any behemoths of metal, of bolts and steels.
He still has his trusty hammer within his hands - he has grown quite used to the bulky weapon and would have been sad to see it part any time soon - but another axe has found itself attached to his hip. And...
Oh.
Oh. His knees feel rather weak as he realises the type of mount that he has now. The creature seems fairly content with the situation, compared to what he’d heard about- no, it was too painful to think about. With a shaky hand, he carefully runs his fingers along the beast’s scales, allowing a moment to get used to his new mount. He fiddles with his second axe, carefully not to scrape his fingers against its purple tinted edge. It seems to be inflicted with poison of some sort. He wasn’t sure if poison worked against these robots, but it was worth a shot. Anything was worth a shot to escape whatever sort of nightmare this was becoming.
Gripping the reins with pale knuckles, he speeds over to the largest robot of the bunch, the one that seems to be their leading. He stands, patting his dragon on top of the head, a silent communication between the two of them as some sort of kin, telling it to stay put for the moment as he leaps from its back to slam his axe into the giant metal beast’s head.
Kurthnaga activates Smash using Venin Axe! Roll 1d20+3= 10! Hit! Critical Damage! (6-3=3) | Alloy Arsenal: Bipedal HP= 17/20.
Minor Poison Damage!
Stunned!
As he falls after his attack, he lands safely back on his mount’s back, and he gives it a soft, nervous pat as a reward for catching him. He glances up, realising the metal beast has been sent into some sort of state of being stunned and turns to his teammates, calling out his advice - though he couldn’t be certain how sound it was with no knowledge of these sorts of giant metal creatures.
“It seems to be stunned for the time being! I’d try to attack it now while it can’t attack back, and quickly! Who knows how much time we will have!”
to: @aimlessarchery , @carefreemonk , @ephemeralove , @valkyrrian​
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goldoanheart · 1 year
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Ironic, that it is Kurthnaga she finds herself delving into another dream with. She had not known the man at all before Rusalka, and yet with just one dream, it feels almost as though they've shared a lifetime of experiences. (Or several, if one were to be technical.)
As such, Cecilia feels compelled to approach him before they are to set off on their next assignment, feeling the same compassion she would for any other fire-forged comrade. "Ah, Kurthnaga! Here we go again, it seems. As you know, there will likely be a number of perils awaiting us... but on my honor as mage general, I will do my utmost to keep you—and everyone—safe."
Kurthnaga breathes a sigh of relief upon seeing Cecilia, grateful that she is here along with him once again. She had certainly seemed dependable during their time within the dream of the arena, and he hopes that she will prove to be the same within their new dream, though this time, they enter it much more willingly.
He feels as though he knows her almost as well as he knows Micaiah, steadied in the same way as his dear queen, simply by her presence being nearby. He's grateful that she is here, to be able to guide them in any way that she can.
And he hopes, so dearly hopes, that this time he won't have to see her fall in whatever battle they may face.
"I'm quite happy to see you again, Cecilia. You have proved yourself a worthy ally based on our prior experiences; I am grateful to have your skills along for this ride. I promise to keep you safe in return as well, as a member of the royal lineage of Goldoa. You have my word that I will try to keep any harm from befalling you."
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