Rolled 5 (1d5)

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>>40430459
Writin'.

Gonna brb in 30 mins, fag here. I'll be playing this.

DONT FAIL ME KYUUEM

Beep, beep, beep.

Your name is John Smith. You have been ordered to hold your position in this heavens-damned desert for who-the-fuck-knows how long.

Your appearance is… well, the only real description is “average.” Average build, average face, average pasty white skin, the whole shebang.

Beep, beep, beep.

You and your squad of five are trying to hold position along the Grand Line. Otherwise known as the “Line of Horrors never meant to be seen by human eyes,” primarily because you and every other poor idiot that gets stuck here are fighting against fucking angels.

Oh, you’re not talking about the cutesy baby ones like in the paintings. You’re talking the fucking thousand-eyed, six-winged monsters that can shoot fire out of every orifice of their body.

Beep, beep, beep.
A shiver runs down your spine. Heavens, if you ever see another fucking archangel again, it’ll be too soon.
Right now, most of your squadmates are behind the front-lines to get some food and water. The five of you had been famished the entire week trying to stave off hunger pangs, and Henry could barely hold his rifle straight.

You begin to think of all of your comforts at home. Oh, what you would give for a steak or a burger or steamed broccoli or hell, even an icepop would do, because you’ve been eating nothing but shitty ration bars-

Beep, beep, beep, BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP
You’re broken out of your reverie by the frantic beeping of the tracking equipment in front of you.
Your eyes take in the appearance of a single golden dot traveling towards your position. Shit, that could only mean…

Angels. You clench your teeth. Fucking angels.
“Hey, John! Did you pick something up on the tracker?” A voice calls out from inside one of the tents. A dark head pokes out, whom you could identify only as your friend and fellow poor idiot stuck on the Line, Ronald.

(1/?)

Ronald’s a tall guy. Not absurdly, square-cube defyingly tall like some of the stuff you’ve heard about, but tall, by human standards. At the very least, he towers over you by a good half-foot.

Unfortunately, his height doesn’t seem to help him all that much when it comes to fighting eldritch beings that could cut through his armor like a hot knife through butter. As a matter of fact, you’re pretty sure that he curses his parents for his height every day since it just makes him more of a target for the feathery bastards. The number of times he’s had to leap out of the way of a Judgement Arrow was about infinity plus two, you think.

He’s also a bit of a coward. You’ve had to cover his ass while he was running away about as many times as he’s had to dodge out of the way. Still, despite his complete lack of courage, he’s a likable guy, and he has decent enough aim that he’s considered the best shot of your squad.

“Yeah, I’ve got something. It’ll be here in maybe seven minutes if it keeps up its current speed.” Ronald grimaces, but nods in acceptance. He ducks back into his tent to grab his weapon and double check his armor, not that the latter will do him much good.

You, on the other hand, have your trusty
>Shotgun
>Sniper Rifle
right next to the tracker. It pays to be prepared, you’ve learned.

You look towards the horizon. The sun is setting. How appropriate, considering this might just be the last fight of your life.
>Try to alert HQ of the prescence of a high powered angel approaching the defensive line
>Atttempt to fire when it comes into view instead.

>>40431097
>Shotgun
>Try to alert HQ of the prescence of a high powered angel approaching the defensive line

>>40431097

>Sniper rifle

So we can

>Attempt to fire when it comes into view, falling back with each shot.

>>40431097
>shotgun
In case we run low on spells
>Try to alert HQ of the prescence of a high powered angel approaching the defensive line

>>40431097
>Sniper Rifle
Atttempt to fire when it comes into view instead.

>>40431221
I'm afraid to say anon, that you have zero spells at your disposal.
And so does the rest of the human military.

>Sniper

Which we normally keep in a dakimakura of a loli, for stealth purposes.

>Attempt to fire

With righteous fury

>>40431263
Actually change that to a Shotgun. People will never suspect if you pull a shotgun out of a loli dakimakura up close

Loli? HA, NO SHOTGUN!

BOOM

>>40431097
>Shotgun
>Try to alert HQ of the prescence of a high powered angel approaching the defensive line

>>40431305
>>40431221
>>40431152
>>40431352
Seems like we're going for the shotgun and alerting HQ.
Roll me 3d10, DC 7.

>>40431259
So, this isn't Mage quest? Or do we become a Mage later on in the quest?

What tech level are we at?

Rolled 2, 9, 9 = 20 (3d10)

>>40431385

Rolled 8, 10, 1 = 19 (3d10)

>>40431385

>>40431387
i believe that we will become a mage

>>40431387
Anon, do you really expect me to spoil all of the secrets to the quest so early on? How rude!
To answer: The first you is already a mage. The second is currently normal. Tech is roughly modern day, though I take liberties.
>>40431397
>>40431403
Need one more roll, in case we crit.

Rolled 10, 9, 1 = 20 (3d10)

>>40431387

>>40431493
>>40431403
>>40431397
Success. Writing.

You know you can’t possibly manage to kill this damn thing with only Ron and your shotty at your side. Making your decision, you quickly tap at the command module on the side of the tracker. A soft whirr is your only indication to begin speaking.

“This is Phalanxman John Smith, current leader of Squad Fourteen Theta. I currently have Phalanxman Ronald Schwarz at my side, with limited supplies ammunition and weaponry suited to fighting Celestials.” You hold back a derisive snort at the catch-all term for the inhuman beasts and aliens that had emerged over the course of Armageddon.
None of what you’ve seen is any more celestial than the dumb Bible stories your parents used to read to you, about the Grace of God and all that dumb shit.

“Our tracker has picked up a Celestial reading of an extremely high level, only thirty seconds earlier. Phalanxman Schwarz and I will be engaging it as soon as it comes into view. I predict we have roughly four minutes left before the engagement.

“I ask that you do not send any reinforcements after us. Judging by its speed, it likely has more than enough power to shatter any infantry you send us into pieces. I also ask that you recall our squadmates Doe, Hailey, and Pence and redeploy them elsewhere.

“If either Phalanxman Schwarz or I live through the engagement, we will send a priority message to HQ as soon as is humanly possible. In case of our deaths, I highly suggest reinforcing all other Phalanxmen squads in close proximity to our position. If that should prove unfeasible, fall back. This message has been forwarded to every other Phalanxmen squad within range of our communication module. Forwarding message.”

>>40432219

It’s only a moment before another voice rumbles out from the speakers on your communication module. You let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Thank your ancestors.

“Message received, Phalanxman Smith. Message is being forwarded as we speak.” Oh, good. “We understand and agree with your tactical assessment. This message has been forwarded to the higher-ups.”

“Understood, HQ. May humanity live another day.”

“May humanity live another day.” Agreed the communicator on the other side. Your shoulders sag back in relief. You managed to get something done while you were still alive, at least.

You grab your trusty old shotgun. Its entire length is scratched and clawed, and much of what remained of the wood was charred. Still, it was functional, and humanity needed every single bit of equipment to survive. You couldn’t just get a new one, like how you heard it was before Armageddon.

The sound of shifting sand to your side alerts you to Ronald, peering through his scope and glancing down at his math notes. His sniper rifle is similarly damaged.

You glance at him, asking the unheard question.
“I’ve got one shot left,” says Ronald. “I could take it now, and hope that I cripple it, or wait a second and cripple it for sure. What do you want me to do?” You frown at his response. Of course it couldn’t be that easy, could it?

Damn angels and their frankly-ridiculous endurance. You could shoot one a hundred times and it still wouldn’t die.
>”Take the shot now.”
>”Wait, then shoot.”

>>40432254
>>”Wait, then shoot.”

>>40432254
WAIT
PATIENCE IS KEY

>>40432254
>”Wait, then shoot.”

>>40432254
>"Wait, then shoot"

>>40432301
>>40432398
>>40432412
>>40432563
My,my. /tg/ is in complete agreement for once!

Roll me 3d10. Minor is 6, Major is hidden.

Rolled 7, 8, 2 = 17 (3d10)

>>40432606
Just so you know OP, if we roll with our votes we can go quicker

Rolled 7, 9, 3 = 19 (3d10)

>>40432606

Rolled 2, 2, 6 = 10 (3d10)

>>40432606

>>40432656
Thanks, I'll keep that in mind.
>>40432661
>>40432672
Minor Success. Someone is getting hurt. Good thing that last one wasn't a crit. Writing.

>>40432716
What was the major DC?

>>40432760
Nine.

I really like this thread anon.

>>40432254
“Wait, then shoot.” Ronald nods, his eye still in the scope. You smirk at him. Ronald may be a damn coward in close quarters or anything approaching it, but he’s the best damn shot in the world. When he’s in his element, he may as well be a different man.

Twang.

You squint your eyes as the feathery bastard comes into view, its natural sheen lighting up the entire area with the brightness of a fucking flashbang. You swear, these things are drama-queens.

You can’t even see the sunset anymore. A shame. It was pretty.

Ronald doesn’t so much as twitch, his gaze still in his scope.

Whoosh.

BANG.
Ronald’s sniper makes its presence known.
You smile in satisfaction as the angel suddenly stops in its tracks and the bright glow dims down, allowing you to clearly see what you’re dealing with…

(1/?)

>>40433539
Whoosh.
And then your mouth drops open as you see that the damn thing has six fucking wings.
“Shit!” you swear, “A seraph? What the hell is a seraph doing out here?”
Whoosh.
From what you know, seraphs never come out to any of the remaining human enclaves. The bastards have better, more dangerous prey to hunt, like Greater Daemons or Elemental Spirits. No, whenever you see an angel it’s usually a cherub, possibly a higher ranked one if you’re particularly unlucky. Never anything as stupidly strong as a seraph.
What the hell is it-?
Whoo-
Your train of thought is interrupted as you hear a gurgle of pain. You twist around in alarm.
Ronald is holding both of his hands to his abdomen in pain, blood freely gushing out. Wait, no, that’s not blood, you realize as his original wound somehow grows larger…
(2/3)

>>40433585

It’s liquefied muscle. His body was being corroded from the inside out, which meant that this seraph wasn’t just here to kill a couple humans and go on its merry way.
It was here to kill a very specific person. Divine Judgement Arrows, no matter how absurdly accurate, are only as lethal as actual arrows.
“Kuh…” Ronald manages to say, before his eyes widen, and his hands start to dissolvingohheavenswhatthefuckyoucanseethebone-
[So. You were the one with the Potential. Ronald Schwarz, He Who Cannot be Struck.]
Wh-what? Are you going nuts? You hear something, but it doesn’t seem to be coming from anywhere.
[Die, and hope beyond hope that you and the rest of your kind are forgiven for you transgressions.]
You watch in horror as Ronald’s body is struck by another invisible arrow, likely thanks to the feathery bastard. The left side of his cranium begins to dissolve, leaving nothing but meaty goop behind.
His mouth is moving. He can’t say anything, what with half his throat completely gone and the other bubbling and steaming, but you manage to read his lips.
Go. Run. Don’t touch me.
[So, you still managed to leave a message to your comrade. Impressive. However…]
You feel a heavy weight fall on your shoulders, as if the angel’s sheer force of presence could affect the laws of gravity.
[You have doomed him. I cannot allow you to live, John Smith. You know too much already.]
Strangely enough, you can feel it smile, as if it had merely been waiting for an excuse to kill you, too. It’s probably enjoying this.
You watch as the angel dashes forward, raising one of its countless arms from its body, aiming to strike you down itself.
What do you do?
>Run to the command module, get a message out. It’s what Ron told you to do, and you have to get this back to HQ.
>Stand and fight? How?

Roll 3d10 for either option. DCs hidden. If you come up with good tactics, it may be lowered.
(3/3)

Rolled 8, 5, 4 = 17 (3d10)

>>40433616
>Run to the command module, get a message out. It’s what Ron told you to do, and you have to get this back to HQ.
Can we Run and Gun?

Rolled 4, 9, 7 = 20 (3d10)

>>40433616
Dodge out of the way of the claw swipe. It'll probably be leaned over so you can aim your shotgun and blast away at point black range. If you manage to survive the next ten seconds THEN you can think about running.

Rolled 5, 7, 5 = 17 (3d10)

>>40433714
>>40433616
Not a bad idea actually

Rolled 8, 2, 1 = 11 (3d10)

>>40433616
Try to avoid the attack and blast away with the shotgun. If it's a seraphim then I'm pretty sure it could outrun us if we tried to run away.

Rolled 6, 10, 7 = 23 (3d10)

>>40433616
I've got a crazy idea and will take a strong stomach.
Ron's been hit with some serious shit, and fears it's touch would be harmful.
Dip the barrel of the shotgun into Ron as we run for the module, try not to make it obvious.
Then duck to the side and blast the angel with the shotgun as it tears open the module.

>>40433688
>>40433714
>>40433742
Minor Success. Minor was 7, Major 9.
I'll give you guys another ~5 minutes to discuss tactics and get a consensus.

>>40433714
>>40433742
>>40433775
Could we combine this with my thoughts on hitting it with the body dissolving goo? >>40433805
I'm not married to the running, and the duck and shoot seems good too.

>>40433714
>>40433616
>>40433879
Okay so how about go behind Ron, shoot poison coated bullets through his body so they hit the angel (also spares him), dodge the incoming attack, unload the rest of the ammo, dodge, then run.

>>40433855
I agree. Running isn't an option because of this thing's speed and magic acid ranged attack. And by the time we get to a radio and make a report we'll be dead ten different ways.

>>40433714
>>40433775
>>40433805
>>40433879
Looks like you're shoving a gun through a meat puddle and trying to dodge. Writing.

>>40433616
Despite the intense weight bearing down upon you, despite the fact that you just saw your best friend since you came out to this hellhole melt and bubble into a puddle of meat and bone chips, despite the fact you’re facing an Ancestors-be-damned seraph, you somehow manage to move your body in a way that could vaguely be considered ‘dodging’ as much as ’stumbling-around-in-fear-and-horror.’

Your eyes widen as you slip over your own two feet, tumbling backwards. Thankfully, you manage to convert the momentary lapse in footing into a backwards roll, but your shotgun slips out of your clammy hands in the process, landing in the pool of not-Ron.

The seraph seems vaguely amused by your actions; you can’t tell all too well though, since it’s got like a bajillion mouths all over its body.
Its initial swipe missed by a close margin, and it glides over gracefully to your tracker/communications machine using its remaining momentum. It raises another one of its countless arms over its head.

…Fuck. You can’t let it wreck the tracker; you need to send HQ your warning somehow!

With a burst of speed you never knew you had, you somehow manage to pick your shotty back up from the pool of not-Ron, and dash over to the feathered bastard. With a primal roar, you heft up your shotgun right into its face, and fire.

BLAM

The bastard is blown back from the shot. You stand there, breathing heavily, and after recovering from your adrenaline high, you try to slam your fist on the command module…
(1/2)

>>40434606
Only to realize you don’t have a fist anymore. Your arm-or rather, what’s left of it- is slowly bubbling away, red goop and marrow and bone tracing its way down your armor.
Shit. You know what’s going to happen now- the poison’s already in your bloodstream, and it’ll destroy you from the inside-out, slowly and painfully now that it’s been exposed to the air, rather than the quick liquification Ron experienced.

After all, you’ve seen it all happen before.

Daddy… It hurts…

No, no. Don’t think. Just try to contact HQ before-

You feel the presence weigh on you again. Somehow, it feels heavier than before.
[You will die for this wound, John Smith. Slowly and Painfully. I swear it on my Lord.]

Oh Ancestors, the bastard got back up.

>Try to blast him again.
>Frantically message HQ.
>…Write In?

Roll 3d10. Major/Minor DCs are hidden. Keep in mind, if you try to both contact and balst the seraph, you'll face a tougher DC.

Rolled 2, 6, 1 = 9 (3d10)

>>40434637
>Try to blast him again.

Rolled 2, 8, 6 = 16 (3d10)

>>40434637
>Frantically message HQ.
Save as many lives as possible

Rolled 1, 2, 8 = 11 (3d10)

>>40434637
He's going to destroy the radio next round or something. Might as well try and save the rest of the army some casualties before we (inevitably) die in two rounds.

>>40434637
>Try to blast him again.

Rolled 8, 7, 8 = 23 (3d10)

>>40434637
>Frantically message HQ.
We are going to die. Might as well save some lives while we're at it.

>>40434776
Okay please use these rolls KyuuEm

>>40434670
>>40434724
>>40434744
Minor DC to message was 6. Looks like you passed. Barely. Writing.

Rolled 6, 7, 5 = 18 (3d10)

>>40434637
Message HQ, they need to know what is here and that Ron was a Target.

Also, what roll are you taking for results? First, one decided on or what?

>>40434843
Disregard, best of first three, first line of the whole quest. Derp.

Bump hurry up OP.

>>40434637
Sorry for the delay. Shit came up. Grumble grumble.
***
You throw your faithful shotgun to the ground, leaving your other arm open to smash the command module.
“Phalanxman Smith. Seraph Incoming. Plans are unknown. Killed Ron for unknown reason-said he had Potential? Seraph is equipped with Trueseeking arrows coated in Pandora. Information is unreliable due to possible delirium and shock from Pandora.
This message is to be considered a Code Ultraviolet Warning.
I repeat, this message is to be considered a Code Ultraviolet Warning. Forward Message-gurk!”

The seraph managed to sneak up on you while you were shouting into the communications module. What a surprise.

Your vision begins to grow fuzzy as the acid, codenamed Pandora by all remaining human enclaves, was an unworldly substance no person could ever figure out how to make. It was terrifyingly powerful against humans and Celestials alike.

Thankfully, that meant that no matter how well the bastard hid it, he was in pain. You could see it in its quaking body and its wild swings as it tore your muscle to ribbons, pulverized you bones and boiled your blood through its divine heat. As it fruitlessly stabs your abdomen again-
(1/?)

>>40435795
Suddenly, your vision clears. Slowly, oh so slowly, the adrenaline that had been powering you throughout the entire fight clears itself from your blood, pain reasserting itself as hundreds of thousands of millions of hot needles seemingly pierce through your body at once.

“The archangel Raphael is said to be able to heal any human illness using nothing but a few crushed leaves in his hand. I am nowhere near as skilled as he, of course. However, I have managed to craft something that will keep you alive for a few moments longer.”

“What-what the hell did you…?” You croak.

“You will live for a few hours more, feeling every sensation as your body liquefies itself and shuts down.
"And every spasm, every groan, every twitch of pain, I shall watch.” You watch as the seraph’s form melts and changes, suddenly changing into a snarling, horrifying caricature of the human face.
It smiles, showing far too many teeth.
***

You don’t know how long you laid there in pain, every movement carefully watched by the unrepentant asshole of a seraph that decided to use you as its plaything.

Slowly, ever so slowly, your vision fuzzies once more.

So, this is how you die, huh? Not cut in half by a flaming sword, or crushed under the hooves of some great demon. No, you die as a slowly disintegrating puddle of human flesh, used merely as a toy in the cosmic playground.

No.

You close your eyes...

Nononononononono

Everything begins to fade…

Icantdieyet

You can’t feel the ground anymore… Are you floating…?

NoIcantdieIWONTdie

Strangely enough, you feel a soft, fuzzy feeling begin to settle into your stomach. You have half a mind to reject it…
>Reject it. Die in agony, knowing you’ve done your duty.
>Accept it. Roll 3d10.

Rolled 7, 2, 5 = 14 (3d10)

>>40435845
>Accept it. Roll 3d10.
Magical Girl John is a go

>>40435845
>Accept it. Roll 3d10.
While the enemies of Humanity still draw breath, there can be no peace.
FOR MANKIND

Rolled 3, 10, 6 = 19 (3d10)

>>40435845
Accept, if it helps keep us going, we need to watch that other bastard burn.

Remember, the goal isn't to dies for your country, it's to make the other bastard die for his.

>>40435927
I'm afraid it's not exactly a MG Quest anon.
Don't worry though, you'll see them later.

Rolled 8, 10, 10 = 28 (3d10)

>>40435845
>Accept it. Roll 3d10.
I've done my duty.

Rolled 6, 9, 6 = 21 (3d10)

>>40435960
>>40435845
Forgot to roll damn

>>40435978
CRITICAL FUCKING SUCCESS BABY! And it was within the first e replies that ROLLED.

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>>40435978
Critical Success.
Writing, Motherfuckers.

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>>40435978
>>40436018

OHOHOHOHOHO
Angels hate him, click here to find out why

>>40436018
>pic
>Pandora dissolves tissue
..are we going to have to rename ourself John Skellington?

>>40436307
Well it seems to not affect bones, so we might.

>>40435845
Your eyes snap open. You feel… different. No, scratch that, you feel fucking amazing. Warmth spreads through your body.
[You’re still alive? How sur-]
You block him out, the fuzzy feeling spreading to your skull. You haven’t felt this great in years.
Slowly, like a monster rising from the depths, you begin to pull yourself up to your knees. You watch in satisfaction as that bastard’s not-human face contorts into that of shock.
You stand up to your full height, POWER running through you. You take a glance at yourself.
Huh. Would you look at that. Bands of light blue run across your body, wrapping itself around your wounds, stitching your body back up. The wounds aren’t gone, not by a mile, but at least a great deal of the pain is.
You look back up, smiling. You and that bastard stare at each other, the tension thick as molasses.
A soft voice, almost entirely unintelligible, breaks the silence. You strain to listen, the fuzziness--Mana- curling into your ears.
”Impossible. How? How can a mere human have such incredible Potential?”
You tilt your head at the bastard, confused.

(1/?)

>>40436858
You gon get shanked homeboy, tell your pussyass Ray-phael and Mee-kehl we comin fo dem asses next

>>40436858

“Hey. I heard you, you know. What’s all this about Potential? And ‘Mana?’ I need some answers here.” You say, gesturing towards your ears. “Is ‘Mana’ the weird fuzzy feeling I got a while ago? ‘Cause if it is, where can I get more for all of my comrades back at base? I’m sure it’d taste better than fucking ration bars.”

The seraph stills. “You must die.” It says with a tone of finality. With blistering speed, it rushes towards you, spearing you in one fluid movement.

…Or at least it would have, if you hadn’t moved at the last second. You sidestep its lunge, going deep into its guard. You reach out with your arms-one of them seemingly made of the strange blue stuff your wounds are covered in- and grab two of its six wings.

With a grunt of effort, you tear them. Your grin at its screech of pain is outright feral.

The damn thing tries to retreat, maybe so that it can use one of its myriad spells that have been ravaging human enclaves for years, simply so that it could destroy you in one blow.

You don’t give it the chance.
You pump mana to your legs, the stuff seemingly bending to your command, and you run.

(2/3)

>>40436914

Now, you’re pretty fast. When you were drilled back at the Enclave, the very first rule of engagement was “Don’t.”
After all, you were battling eldritch monsters that simply couldn’t be slayed by human hands. As a result, just about everyone you knew learned how to run, and run fast, including yourself.

This? This wasn’t any sort of speed a normal human should be able to reach. You crossed the entire camp in less than a second, just as, if not faster than the seraph. That shouldn’t be possible.

And yet, you were doing it. And it felt fucking wonderful.

It felt even better as you heard the crunch of bone as your fist connected with the seraph’s cranium, or whatever its equivalent was.

The bastard staggers back, falling onto its back, every single one of its thousand eyes wide in fear.

You smile, stomping your foot on its stomach. It coughs in pain, golden ichor flowing down from its mouth, as well as its wings- or wing-stumps as it were.

“I think this is pretty fair, you know? You take one of my limbs-“ RIPRIPRIPRIP

“I take all of yours! What do you think?” The poor little thing is barely even breathing as your smother it under your heel.

“You..cannot win.” It coughs. “It matters little how great your power is. This world shall be destroyed, and you along with it. Humanity cannot be saved.” You snort. And then, you laugh.

“Hah. Hahahahah!” You’re outright grinning now. Because you know, you KNOW. “You say this world is going to be destroyed, huh? Then guess what!” You lean up real close to the bastard’s face. “I’ll just change the fucking world.”

You drop the pitiful thing onto the ground. You have better things to do now.
***
Roll 3d10. DC 6.

Rolled 3, 6, 1 = 10 (3d10)

>>40436956
Yeehaw.
I like the cut of this kid's jib.

Rolled 4, 1, 3 = 8 (3d10)

>>40436956
Gon get reked

Rolled 8, 8, 3 = 19 (3d10)

>>40437008
>>40437013
>>40436956
>these rolls
But why

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>>40437008
Hey, don't sweat it, you'l get it next time-
>>40437013
...CRITFAIL MOTHERFUCKERS LET'S GO
Writing.

>>40437114
>>40437035
Isn't this the third roll?

>>40437231
Crits are either all 3 of a single under the DC or all 3 over.

Edge of my seat

>>40436956
CRASH
You wake up, your head pounding. What in heavens was that? You don’t remember any of those things. Phalanxmen? Seraphs? …Angels? No, angels haven’t been seen since they retreated to the South at the conclusion of the First Great Magical War-
CRASH-Beep!
Another crash of thunder breaks you out of your confused train of thought.
“Attention all passengers! We will be entering the First Wall of the Great Storm, Charybdis! We ask that you place your seat in the upright position and reattach your seatbelts. It is also highly suggested that you stay awake until we enter the Eye! Thank you, and complementary potions for those of you with mild to severe motion sickness will arrive within your meal/trash delivery tube. “
Huh. Well. That’s a thing. But potions? What kind of storm could possibly warrant-
Your stomach-and the rest of your body-flips over at least three times as the airship abruptly begins flying in loop-de-loops, barrel rolls, and every other flashy move one could possibly think of.
“Urgh.” You grunt. If what you read is correct, then-
FLOP
- this is only the first and least turbulent wall of the storm, Charybdis.
This is going to be a long flight, indeed.
>Roll 1d7.
Don't worry, you'll see what the crit was for. I promise.

Rolled 3 (1d7)

>>40437426
Thought for a sec the crit was for mantaining us in the dream/vision of the past.

>>40437231
Shit, sorry. Forgot to mention that crits override all rolls that aren't another crit. Critfails lose to another critsuccess.

Rolled 7 (1d7)

>>40437426

>>40437464
An interesting Choice, anon!
Writing.

>>40437515
...Unless you want to choose something potentially just as interesting.
One time Vote:
2 or 7?
2=Water
7=None

>>40437566
Meant 3 or 7 here.

>>40437566
None as in no affinity?
Sure that can be fun.
Unless it means no magic, then I don't know how we could be a mage.

>>40437566
>>40437604
I feel like I missed something.

>>40437566
7

>>40437628
You'll be choosing who you'll be controlling for the next battle anon. Both are quite interesting.

>>40437666
>666
I go with 7 then, none is fun.

>>40437647
Nah, I got bored. Someone rolled a 3. someone else rolled a 7 and hey, both are equally interesting as characters, so why not put it up to a vote?

>>40437628
>>40437657
>>40437700
Seven it is then!
Writing, for real this time.

>>40437426
Maaa…
It’s been so boring, stuck here in this boat!

It’s humid and boring and it makes your hair frizzy and boring and how are you supposed to protect your husband when he’s an entire airship away and boring and you just want to smack something!

You huff. It’s boring, boring, boring having to stand in here every year, just because of the fears of a couple paranoid old men(who are DEFINITELY older than your husband, no matter what anyone else says) and honestly, you wish you didn’t have to do this!

After all, who will take care of your poor little, students while their sensei is away?

You sigh. Well, if you can’t actually hit something, maybe you could pretend you are?

You sweep your arms up in a grandiose gesture, feeling both your Aura and the ambient mana in the air responding to your whims.
A glyph traces itself in the air, burning silver. With a snap of your fingers, your aura fills its every crevice, activating the runic circuits within.

“Fireball.”

Your eyes light up in childish glee as a large ball of roaring flame forms from your aura and launches itself at the wall.
Ahh, glyphs. Such useful, useful things! Not having to memorize any incantation or wand movements is wonderful.
(1/?)

>>40438498
“Er- M-Ma’am?” You glance over at your door. A young man, no older than twenty, is standing by your door. You smile cordially.

“Yes?” You say. “What is it?”

“E-erm…” He mumbles, glancing every which way, still clearly nervous. “I-I was sent to a-alert you t-that… ah…”

You tilt your head. You allow your Glamour to fill the air, just a little. Just enough to make him calm down. “Alert me? To what? Come on, don’t be shy!”

He swallows, and straightens. His breathing is more regular as he looks at you. Seems like it worked.

“I was sent to alert you that we approaching the Eye of Charybdis.”

“Yes, yes. I was aware. Surely there is something else?” You wave your hand, beckoning him to go on. You sigh and close your eyes, expecting this to be another one of those ‘For procedure’s sake’ sort of alerts.

“Charybdis… is awake, Ma’am.” Your eyes snap open at that.

“Is she now?” You ask, careful to keep your voice from sounding too eager.

“Yes. And, due to the circumstances, the faculty members have decided to allow you to subdue her.”

You let a small smile grace your lips. “On my own?”

“On your own, Ma’am.”

“I accept. Thank you. Tell them I will be getting ready for the next few minutes.”

“Y-yes Ma’am.”

As soon as he’s out of the room you let your smile grow into an outright grin. When was the last time you had been allowed to cut loose like this? Oh yes, you remember. It was during the war.
You stride into your closet to get your armor. No sense in not looking your best, after all.
***
Character Profile Unlocked:
Name:???
Profile: Rank S Battlemage. Served in the Fourth Great Magical War as the Confederation’s trump card.
Epithet: The Godslayer.
***
And that’s all for tonight. I may pick the thread up this morning if it’s still alive.

>>40438536
Alright, see you KyuuEm. If it's not alive you'll just make a new one right?

Also a good idea to archive.

>>40438536
I am curious where this quest shall be going.
Hope to catch more.

>>40438585
Yep! I may as well archive this, too.
>>40438617
Thank you! I hope I won't disappoint.

Apologies to everyone if I write too slow. I'm not the fastest typer, or writer.

http://pastebin.com/1gWhMcq6
Character Bios pastebin.
https://twitter.com/KyuuEm
My twitter, in case you actually want to folow this quest.

If I make a new thread tomorrow, both will go up on the OP.

>>40438846
Nice, see you mate.

>>40438729
Went fine, from my point of view.

>>40438729
Man, this thread was great. Keep it up.

Just discovered this. Great stuff, hope to actually get to play next time.

The perspective changes have me wondering what's up still.