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Linive Tarvos

I am only doing it for the children.

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a character in “FateOrFreedom”, as played by Sambea

Description

Linive Tarvos

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Appearance

Race: Sylvan

Class: Rogue

Age: 102

Height: 5’6

Weight: 140

Religion/Faith: Agnostic

Likes/Dislikes:
Likes
  • Walking
  • Kids
  • Old non-judgmental people
  • Quiet Walks
  • Training

Dislikes
  • Perverted people
  • Drunk People
  • Racist/Rude People
  • Bad Breath
  • Too happy people

Temperament/Personality:
Linive is a spirited young-woman who is bold, brash and known for her mischievous ways. She loves to travel around, seeing new things, but she always seems to return back to her home town. Her heart breaks to see her town suffer under. She can be truthful at time, making her have friends hard.

She exists by her own rules and sense of time, her life is piloted by her and no one else and she goes about living it as she sees fit. Her bright spirit is an unusual find in the world, as she never seems to let the faults and darkness of the world bring her down, as she seems to be an optimist, and naïve despite her many experiences. In a way, she is living by her own definition of what justice is, because she opposes those she herself deems corrupted in the open and aims to put them in their places.

Inventory/Equipment:
  • Kukri Dagger
  • Blessed Sword
  • Leather and fur clothing with a carried to hide her sword and dagger
  • Her mother's choker with their family symbol
These two are the only weapons she ever wants to carry. It was forged by one of the oldest Sylvan's ever. The Dagger and Blessed Sword were forged by the blood of an full blooded Grigori. Her mother's necklace is the only thing she kept from home.
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Background/History:
For ten years Linive was living every girls fairy tale dream; with a loving mother who took care of the cooking, cleaning, and child-rearing. And a sword-making father who enjoyed his work, but also enjoyed the time he spent with his wife and daughter. It was a happy home, a picture perfect life that is, until Linive's mother’s death.

Linive's mother had always been a kind and caring soul, the type to always put others above herself and it was this very trait that took her life. Her mother had been helping to calm a hysterical noble woman who had lied to her husband, claiming that their baby had been abducted by the midwife from town, when in truth the baby had been still-born. The noble woman only lied out of fear of losing her position as a noble should her husband realize she would never give birth to a child who would survive through the pregnancy, or give birth to any child at all. It was this very noble woman who in all her fear, frantically attacked Linive's mother, the noble woman's one and only blow being that of sticking a blade into Linive's mother's chest.

After her mother's passing, Linive's father turned to drinking, starting with just a few drinks at the tavern with the townsmen after work. But this quickly escalated to drinking while he worked, leaving Linive to tend to the house chores alone, as well as cooking meals and purchasing goods from the market on her own. Two years after her mother's passing, Linive's father would lose his job as a great sword-maker, and he would began to spend all their money on booze, including the money Linivie had saved up from helping look after the towns-people’s children. When Linive found her savings were gone, she confronted her father, who in his drunken fool self, told her he used the money to pay off a nobleman's tab at the tavern; the very nobleman whose wife had murdered Linive's mother. Furious at her father, Linive ran to the nobleman's manor and stormed inside without any invitation to enter.

She found him in his bedchamber with two harlot women draped over him, and not caring in the least at what she was witnessing. She demanded the nobleman return the money her father gave him; since the money belonged to her and was not her father's to give freely. This made the nobleman laugh at the twelve year old girl who stood in the entrance to his bedchamber, so he told her if she would entertain him; he would return to her a small share of the money. This infuriated Linive even further causing her to grab her small dagger from her belt, launching it into the bed post by his head. Shocked and now very aware that this was no mere child he could play around with, told her where the pouch with her money was. And while Linive was retrieving the pouch containing her savings from the nobleman's dresser, he pulled the dagger from the bed post and threw himself on top of Linive, dragging the dagger across the length of her back. Now if the guards had not seen the two harlots running from the manor and had these guards not interrupted the fight between Linive and the nobleman, that nobleman would have died that night.

When Linive returned home the next night, after her injuries had been tended to, her father was up waiting, drunk as always. As Linive closed the door behind her and went to begin to apologize for her actions, her father smacked her across the face, the force knocking her to the floor. The next thing Linive knew, her drunken father pinned her arms above her head and began to force himself on her, whispering her mother’s name. Linive will always remember the pain and anger she felt that horrible night. She will also never forget waking in the morning to find her father gone; he had left the town while she was passed out on the floor. She was now alone, her mother dead and to her, her rapist father may as well be dead also.

From that day on Linive traveled across Valcia, to see what this world has truly become. Her reason for leaving her home town was a simple one, the townspeople had learned of what her father had done to her and they pitied her; this left her uncomfortable and angry, because everyone now treated her as if she was made of glass and would be careful of what they said around her. Linive was able to fund her lengthy expedition by stealing from corrupted nobles and shared anything, which she found to risky or difficult to carry with her, with those who were victims of the nobles’ corrupted deeds. Seeing the smiling faces and knowing that she had just maybe saved someone, making her believe herself to be a savior of the weak.

Though at first it was only a speculated rumor, at one stop during Linive's travels, she happened upon her father, but no one knows what happened during their reunion. When Linive was asked by a child in a town if this was true, she said: “Yes and my father almost died that day...by my own hands.”

So begins...

Linive Tarvos's Story

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SO IT BEGINS
July 7th | 6:00 AM



Deep within the great viordat plataeu, four experienced adventurers find themselves traveling south along the old scrolls road. Only a few hours from the outskirts of Orius, the oldest, largest, most populous city in the world. It also just happens to be the capitol city of the Kingdom of Isteroth. Home to the "Council of Nobles" as well as a population of over 200,000 people. This is where your meeting with the king is to take place. Only two weeks earlier your party received a letter with the royal seal. An official summons to see the king himself. The letter sounded urgent, not to mention mandatory. And only two days away from the kingdoms 2000th anniversary.

The light of the sun barely begins to shine over the horizon. It's hazy orange sunrise illuminate a small caravan of nine people. Four of which being our party of heroes. Hired as mercenaries to protect a rich merchant, his wife and two kids as they travel towards the capitol. No one travels across country alone anymore. Not with how chaotic things have become throughout the empire. Bandits, wolves and all manner of monstrous creatures infesting the tameless wilderness. You have been taking shifts guarding and driving the rather large carriage and its two horses.

The wealthy merchant family of five snoozing away inside the carriage while you four, the hired escorts, are forced to endure the outdoors. You rested for a few hours during the night after a nonstop eight hour push from a small village to the north. However, now that you have broken camp the lot of you continue south. But don't worry, this wealthy merchant offered a hefty payment for your efforts. As you continue down the dry dusty road you scan the area and see a nothing but a flat dusty land dotted with large boulders and the occasional tree. You travel another three miles before looking to the west, you notice a massive red cloud towering into the sky rushing towards you. Only a few miles away, clearly a violent sand storm

Keep In Mind
The four of you have been together taking part in various adventures for over a year. You know each other fairly well at this point and consider yourselves close friends...

What Do You Do?


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It was Ludious face that had seen the most of his aging over the many years he had aged. Brows narrowed over sunken eyes to peer at the distant sandstorm and soon a finger rose to rub the underside of a pockmarked nose in thought. He halted in his tracks, which mercifully gave a chance for his joints to rest but left him as a hazard for whoever walked behind him. He had chosen without prompting to walk to the front and left of the caravan partly because if he collapsed he wanted people to see and partly because he didn't want to catch the dust of walking behind someone else. Well so much for that!

"Hmm..." he pondered aloud and rubbed his frail beard.

With suddenness, his head cocked to the side and he demanded, "Well?!" of his companions. It wasn't that he had no ideas of his own on what to do or what was coming, but because he wanted to hear others opinions first so he could tell them what was right. Of course being the eldest was such a chore, even if he wasn't! It meant he had to take responsibility, be the deciding voice, the voice of reason, or the voice saying 'I told you so' when he turned out to be right, and the voice suspiciously silent when he was wrong. Yes best to let other people talk first.

"Somebody stop the horses. Trouble ahead."

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Grisira had been humming to herself as she marched. An old, old Drake tune she recalled for her childhood. She found it soothing, and more importantly distracting. The Midget had taken the lead despite her protests. Despite her experience. Despite her physicality. Always, always, always... she found herself whispering to no one in particular. The urge to kick away his staff in childish-protest was strong. Especially when he pulled his attention-seeking dead stop. Of course, her decorum and pride would never allow her to indulge in such an action...Never..

Instead she merely stepped around him, more than happy to continue in the lead. For one, brief moment Grisira had cause to smile, but then..Of course...

"Trouble up ahead.."

The muffled grunting of the old midget was all that had caught Grisira's attention. It had the wondrous effect of both crashing her mood in an instant, and causing her to turn on her heels. Sword drawn. An unbelievably awkward task to accomplish in a full suit of rigid plate. Not that she minded, though. Despite seeing no indication of trouble, hearing no advance of animal or man, she relished at the opportunity for something to vent her annoyance at. But of course, upon looking she saw...Nothing. With a scowl she sheathed her sword and narrowed her eyes at the tiny human.

"I see no trouble. I do however see you refusing to march. Need I remind you of your own kind's tale of a boy and a wolf?"

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Akassa walked quietly, listening to the Drake, Grisira, hum. Her eyes were directed straight ahead as she looked at the road, taking the top right corner of the wagon to guard. Her eyes scanned the horizon, but when she noticed the rather eerie storm cloud miles ahead she frowned, glancing to the driver of the cart. When she heard the voice of Ludious Boddyknock tell the driver to stop the carriage, and that there was danger ahead she stopped quickly, her legs pressed tightly together as she looked under the carriage, at Ludious' feet, and Grisira's boots.

She walked around the cart, and over to the two other members of her group, her eyebrow raised hearing Grisira's warnings, slightly confused on how she could not possibly see the massive red cloud that was almost above them. Grisira was probably 7 feet after all, she could see above many things. Akassa cleared her throat, attempting to get Grisira's attention. She then turned a little, and pointed up at the sky.
"He means that," She mumbled quietly, her vocal cords horse from not making a noise for several days. She looked fully at the clouds, they looked like they were even closer then before. 'Well this is going to be very troublesome...' Akassa thought, sighing in slight irritation.

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Linive hadn't been paying attention. She had gotten bored with the ride. Nothing happened and it seemed like nothing would have. She didn't even hear the old man. When Akassa stopped the carriage she flew and fell on top one of the horses. "For the love of everything..." She slowly stood up and followed her around the carriage. When she say Lizzy, aka Grisira, she nearly jumped into her arms, but was distracted by Akassa's pointing finger. There she saw the clouds. She hit the carriage, "Hey, richies, you might want to wake the fuck up!" She shouted.

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A small grumble came the equally small man over the three women who wandered around. As usual, not a word of progress had been spoken! So it fell on him to make decisions. With a huff he tapped his staff on the ground. "Please listen," he said irritably, "That is a dust storm, or worse. We should set up a large tent using the side of the caravan to shield us from the worst of it." He hated making speeches and giving orders. Then he cleared his throat and smacked his lips, trying to gather up more gusto to continue and added;

"Well! Get to it!"

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Reptilian eyes followed Akassa's finger, coming to rest on the impending storm. Grisira merely blinked. It didn't make any sense to her. Wind. Dust. So what? This confusion was compounded by the tiny man barking orders, and Linive's presence. It was all enough to make her head throb, and before she knew it she found herself rubbing her scaly temples in an attempt to ease her mounting frustration.

"Alright...Alright..." Her voice to the outside was monotonous as always but her friends could no doubt detect a hint of exasperation. "Could someone...Please..Explain to me why sand is a valid reason to delay our journey for a day and a half? It's sand. We can walk through it. If you're just tired, Ludious you're quite aware of the fact I can carry you."

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The young Sylvan listened as Ludious gave orders, eyebrows high listening to him. It was rare for the wizard to offer an idea first, seeing as he seemed to like to correct people. Akassa started to move, but stopped when Grisira asked why sand was such a big deal. She looked to the wizard, then to Linive to see who would give an explanation why sand storms are dangerous. Looking to the Drake Akassa slightly frowned, noticing she was rubbing her temples, but didn't bother with a questioning look, instead just went to the back of the wagon, going and grabbing a large blanket. She dragged it over to the drivers seat, and set the blanket down on it. When they are going to move the carriage to a safer location the blanket will be there to cover the horses. Akassa then went back to the back, which also held a couple of tents, and started to pull them out, listening in to any conversation around her.

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GAME MASTER

The moment that Linive barely tapped on the door of the carriage it was quickly pushed open, almost smacking her in the face. An extremely old, very wrinkly human women appeared. As she frowned her entire face seemed to droop down. Her beady dark eyes barely visible as she glared at the Sylvan girl, spitting at Linive's feet. "What in the gods name is all that racket! I'm paying you a small fortune to shut your faces and take me to Orius! I told you that I was not to be disturbed you foolish girl!" With that said, the angry old women slammed the door shut. But just before the door closes completely you see the faint glint of red blood on the back of the door. As the old women disappears inside, you could hear the sound of half a dozen locks being locked. Meanwhile, the vast sandstorm continues to draw closer with every minute. The raging red dust clouds towering into the sky as high as a mountain. Gusts of wind slowly begin to pound the side of the carriage. The horses seem like they may panic and run, but having several people around appeared to calm their nerves.


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Linive stared at the closed door. "Did...Did I just see blood?" She thought before growing annoyed once more."I think we could just take their stuff and run. The Richies wouldn't survive this storm on their own." She said to the carriage door before turning to Lizzy. "Sand storms are dangerous, because it can actually kill you....well us....I don't know how you lizards work still." Linive said while looking her friend up and down. Her smile was both perverted and friendly before making her way over to the old man. "Hey, Gramps...can't you just huff a spell so we don't have to actually get the tent. I mean that is kind of a.." She looked back and saw Akassa with the tents. "Well, okay then...." She mumbled and helped Akassa. "One over the horses and one over us? We let the Richies die, right?" She asked Akassa.

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A rumbling sort of growl welled up in Grisira's throat. Slowly and mechanically her head lifted, gaze shifting from her feet to the Rogue. Despite the fact she had come to accept the woman's snide nature a while ago racial slurs were still a sore spot, and she felt the need to protest. "I. Am not. A lizard." It was more a snarl than actual speech, and she made sure to show off her jagged teeth to complete the empty threat, but of course the vexing woman just sauntered off to help with tents. Being teased was annoying enough, but being ignored was infuriating.

Sensing the feeble creature she tied herself too wouldn't even attempt to brave the storm, she relented. She strode over to the carriage and unstrapped her scabbards and set them on the blanket, mumbling to herself the whole time."Besides. Maybe you'd know more about my kind if you asked about more than just our reproductive functions, Liv."

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Ludious turned his head towards Linive with a flat stare. "The horses, assuming you want them to share the same comfort as us, will be on the same side as us. The storm is coming from one direction. If I was not on a payroll I'd suggest tipping the caravan over towards it, so it doesn't tip over on us if a particularly strong wind blows," he answered. But it was much less important to tell the people who were following his orders what to do than those who weren't. For Grisira he turned about and stomped his staff on the ground.

"Do you see how much sand that is? What's going to happen when it hits the caravan, or us? It stops. And then the sand following it does the same, and the sand after that. Soon that caravan will be buried deeper than its wheels and not going anywhere either way. I'd rather get through this storm without being covered head to toe with sand, thank you very much." And to him, the matter was settled. Oh he hoped it was settled. That storm was almost on them. "Hurry now..." he grunted.

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The Sylvan looked to Linive with a blank stare, obviously not amused by her comment on letting their source of income die. She didn't bother giving a reply, instead just a disapproving look before going over to the other two mercenaries. She handed Grisira a rolled up tent, and a ginger pat on the arm, kinda trying to say 'I understand it's annoying'. She then went over to the wizard and handed him a tent. She was listening to Ludious talk about the caravan tipping over as she started to put up her tent, frowning at the possibility of it tipping over onto them. She didn't want to be close to the caravan incase that happened, but she didn't want to be far away, either. If what Ludious said about the cart being a sort of one-sided tent for them, then she wanted to stay as close to it. Akassa huffed, lips pursed as she started continued to make up her tent.

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GAME MASTER

The four of you quickly bunker down in tents, all on the opposite side of the carriage, and prepare for the massive sand storm that was now towering over you. Powerful gusts of wind blast the sides of it. For a moment it looked like the contraption would tip over, however it appeared to be far heavier and more durable then you thought. But for a brief moment something seemed off about this storm. About ten seconds pass, nothing. No sound, no wind, no sand. Then everything went to hell...

A dreadful high pitched scream comes from inside the carriage. A piercing cry unlike anything you had ever heard before. The horses panic, the leather reigns snap, and they take off bolting down the road out of sight. Before any of you have a chance to check the carriage, the storm continues once again. "This was no sandstorm". That was the singular thought that echoed within each of your minds. What appeared to be a mighty red sand storm was in fact something much worse...

Blood...

Scolding, boiling, burning, acidic, blood. Raining from the skies with the force of a great hurricane. Staying in tents and hiding behind the carriage provided some protection from the storm as it was falling sideways onto the opposite side. But never the less, huge gusts of wind pounded the land around you. Trees uprooted, boulders flipped over, dust devils kicked up in the air.
This was no natural storm... This was magic, and not just any magic. Extremely powerful magic. Magic such as this hasn't been seen since the end of the last age.


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Linive cling her tent closed, the scream had frozen her in place. "What in the holy Gods..." She whispered to herself. The sight of something dark red leaked around her tent and she bent over, still clinging the tent closed, and sniffed. The smell of iron filled her nostrils and she nearly gagged.

"Akassa can you plug up your hole?! Your nasties are getting every where!" She screamed, hoping the girl could hear her. Even with her jokes, she knew something bad was happening. Her body was tensed and she could feel the magic in the air. It was humid and clung to her body. Reaching over, she grabbed her dagger and stabbed the tent closed so she could rest her hands and have some kind of small shield. She tried to stay crouched, so not to sit on the ground or anywhere near the blood that was slowly flowing into the tent from underneath.

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The sides of the tent flapped in the heavy wind, making it seem like someone was banging on the sides. Akassa sat, her legs crossed in front of her as she just sat there silently. The doors of her tent were kept shut with the dagger she had in her boot, pinning the bottom to the ground. Nothing could be heard through the storm, the sound was a constant white noise. Not long into the storm, it became noticeable that something wasn't right. It smelt horrible, like something close by had died. Akassa pulled a cloth over the lower half of her face, and put the hood to her cape up. shuffling forward, she pulled her dagger up, the opening to the tent instantly blasting back, smacking her in the face. Akassa fell back, her arms up in a defensive position as the smell instantly got worse.

The Sylvan gagged as something coated her body, blowing into the tent like a mist. It was wet, thick like syrup, and hot. Hot enough that it felt like it was burning, her skin starting to itch like crazy. Wiping the liquid from her face, Akassa looked out, using a booted foot to hold back one of the flapping sides of the tent door. Her eyes went wide, seeing what was falling from the sky. 'Blood?!?' Akassa thought, sitting up and looking out. From where her tent was, she was able to see the caravan, which was tipping dangerously, and some of the other tents. As she watched the acrid smelling bodily fluid coat everything in a smelly layer, she began to notice that the itching on the exposed parts of her body were starting to hurt, stinging now. She looked down to see that some of the blood on her skin wasn't just from the storm. She wiped off the thin layer, seeing that her skin was red with irritation, and some looked like it was burnt, like a fire had touched it.

'I have to tell the others.... But the blood.... It's not safe...' Akassa thought as she closed her tent, holding it with her hand. It wasn't safe, which was the exact reason why she needed to tell someone. Akassa pursed her lips, looking around her tent. If she hurried, she could use the tent canvas as a sort of shield. But she would have to figure out whos tent was whos, seeing as she couldn't remember who set up where. Akassa rubbed her stinging face, huffing before deciding she'll just bolt for the closest one, and see who it is. With a small nod, liking her plan, she started to push the supports down, starting from the back. Grabbing her sword and bow, she strapped them to her back before kicking out the last support. The tent fell down, leaving Akassa in total darkness. Using a mental map, she ran to where she thought the next tent was. Feeling something solid in her way, she flung her canvas off, and hurried into the tent. It was Linive's tent.
"Don't go outside, it's raining acid blood..." With that she bolted back out of the tent, not waiting for a response.

Akassa grabbed her soaking tent blanket, and rushed to the next tent. Hurrying into that tent she almost knocked it over, the handle of her sword hitting the top of it. She froze, her arms out making sure it didn't fall. She looked to the tent occupant, Grisira, and gave her an apologetic look.
"Sorry... Uh, don't go outside... Acid blood." Akassa did an awkward backwards roll out of the tent, grabbing her blanket and blindly rushing to the last tent, Ludious's. Almost running straight into that one she threw her now soaking, useless blanket off of her, and rushed into the tent, practically barreling into the wizard. By now she was soaking wet, and completely out of breath, so it took her a few good breaths before she could explain the predicament. Sense her tent was destroyed, she had to stay with Boddyknock, sitting in the corner, squeezing blood out of her hair. Akassas skin itched like crazy, and she knew she was gonna have some pretty good burns all over by the end of this storm.

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Grisira merely blinked. Acid...Blood? It was this kind of thing. This very sort of thing that made her question her career as an adventurer. It was always some magical nonsense from somewhere. True, it usually wasn't acid blood rain, but it was always...Something. The Drake leaned back against the canvas of her tend and sighed. Someday there would be an actual enemy, that she could actually hit, with an actual weapon.

For now though, the bigger worry was her companions. None of them were too...Sturdy..It was at that moment she remembered the horses. They might be simple pack beasts, but they were under the groups protection nonetheless. With a groan of frustration she set about stripping the heavy plate of her armour off. She was NOT about to have acid blood eat through it. It was worth a lot, both in gold and sentiment. The chain-mail hauberk under it, and leather leggings? Not so much.

Slipping on a pair of thick leather boots she threw gritted her Drake teeth and pushed out into the storm.

The pain was instant, and harsh, but hey. She was a warrior. Pain was her job. The burning in her eyes though, that was rough. Made it nearly impossible to see.

"Now where the hell are those horses!

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Ludious had sought cover moments before the storm struck, trusting that if people listened to his advice they would be spared the worst of it, though the acid changed things. Now he was left seated under the cover of the tent with his knees up to his chest and his staff resting across them.

On Akassa's arrival the elderly mage started digging through his pouch for a waterskin, which he offered towards her. "Here, pour this potion on your skin, it should wash off the worst of it." The liquid inside was transparent and cool. Once the offered concoction was taken (if at all) he would rub one finger under his nose in thought and think aloud.

"If the tents start to give out, we might have to get inside the caravan, though I don't think it will last long... We could try burying ourselves under our equipment... Or prayer..."

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Character Portrait: Akassa Efari Character Portrait: Linive Tarvos Character Portrait: Ludious Boddyknock Character Portrait: Grisira
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The pain was intense, making Akassa almost regret running outside to warn her team mates. When Ludious offered the potion, she graciously took it, carefully pouring it onto her hand and slathering the clear cold liquid on her exposed arm, face, and parts of her legs where her leather pants had ripped. Soon enough the pain had subsided to a slight discomfort, which Akassa could live with. She had used up most of the wondrous liquid, but there was enough for a few extra body parts if anyone needed it. She handed it to Boddyknock, listening to him as he spoke aloud. She cleared her throat, pulling off her bow and sword, making sure the blood hadn't damaged them. The sword, as well as her armor, was made out of the toughest steel ever known, making it so it couldn't scratch, chip, bread, or get dull. And the bow was wrapped in layers of leather that were tougher then most cheep metals. In short, they were perfectly fine. Although her cape, parts of her boots, pants, and arrows were sort of another story. Her pants had multiple new holes, which showed burnt or red skin, parts of her boots were thinning out and showing wool socks, and the edges of her cape were starting to erode away.

Akassa huffed, but didn't bother mourning her clothing. The pants and boots were replicable, and the edges of her cape actually looked pretty cool. When Ludious was finished thinking aloud, commenting on the tents she looked up from examining herself. He cheeks and nose were burned a bit, but her right arm got the worst of it. She looked at the edge of the tent, seeing that there were some places where it was notable that it was getting wet, but most areas were still well intact.
"I used my tent as a blanket, it's what kept me mostly safe... I wouldn't worry about them. Plus the storm is almost over, we have 20 minutes at most." She situated herself to get comfortable, trying not to take up too much room so that the old mans joints didn't cramp up. She kept her eyes low, keeping herself busy with looking at the deep burns on her arms, which seemed to already start to scab over. She assumed it was Boddyknocks potion.

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Character Portrait: Akassa Efari Character Portrait: Linive Tarvos Character Portrait: Ludious Boddyknock Character Portrait: Grisira
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GAME MASTER

As Grisira charges into the acid rain to save the horses she quickly realizes that the horses had vanished, it was hard to tell in the dark red smog of acid blood rain, but it was obvious that they must have been spooked and snapped the leather reigns. As Grisira continues to stand out in the open unprotected, her scales begin to burn and itch beyond what she could handle. The air made her gag and the powerful winds bashed into her from all sides. For a moment it seemed like she might be able to remain standing. But not for long, a few moments later a large gust of wind smacked the drake from behind making her fall flat on her face in a pool of acid blood. Unable to move, twitching uncontrollably and in unbearable pain.

Meanwhile as Akassa applied the potion to her wounds, the pain began to slowly subside. However her skin was scared over most of her body. Lucius and Linive were the least harmed out of the group. For about half an hour the storm continued, until the hurricane of blood finally slowed to a light drizzle, barely noticeable. The storm continued west into the wilderness. After another minute or so the storm stopped completely. The carraige was utterly destroyed. Every tent, every boulder, every tree and every ounce of dust for miles around appeared to be slathered in blood.

Everything Was Ruined...