Coming together into one big party after some , our adventurers begin to converge towards the tiny unexplored portion near the area that has been magically darkened. If any of them had hoped to find something of more interest than a continuation of the wall, they were sadly mistaken.Musashidan's condition continues to deteriorate: his feet begin to slide around in their boots, the ankles thinning and sliding out while the balls of his feet expand out, puffing and forming leathery padding underneath. Dark claws, similar to the ones he has on his fingers, now sprout from his misshapen toes. His legs continue to reshape, the transformation edging up his legs, which reshape to allow him to run quickly on them with either a bipedal or quadrupedal stance. The muscles in his legs continue to swell and grow, becoming very powerful, reaching a maximum strength unattainable by normal humans.
[Musashidan's Humanity has dropped by 1 to 4; while his Nimbleness and Strength have increased by 1 to 16 and 7 respectively.]
On top of that, the party is beginning to feel the strain of their adventuring: fatigue, hunger and thirst are beginning to build up in the party members.
[Sorry if you were expecting an update yesterday; I should have mentioned I was going to delay it in order to give people more time to respond.]
[OCC: I'm just going to assume simple introductions have been made between everyone and Reginald and Ferron. Sound good? or should we do intros on this post?
ReplyDeleteJames sighs and sits down against the north wall of the hallway. He pulls out the map and furrows his brow. "It looks like the only way into the area behind us-" he pats the wall behind him "-is through that crate back at the north-east corner of this dungeon..."
He looks up at everyone they've met so far, Reginald and Ferron being the newest party members. He pulls out some meal replacement bars as his stomach begins growling, starting to chow down not waiting for anyone else. "umm... does everyone have food?"
Well..i have some food, if anyone like to eat a bit, we can stay here for a bit, and if someone have anything to burn..i can try to prepare something a bit more elaborated than our food packs, we have limited food and dnt know if we re going to stay here for a long time...something like you...killed is able to be cooked??
ReplyDelete[ooc: As much as I LOVE introductions, I am going to assume the same thing as Fyger, if I'm bored, I'll post an introductory spiel on the previous post. Forgive me if I mess up on a coupe of details with regards to appearances.]
ReplyDeleteReginald sits down next to James. Prying off his backpack and setting it next his side, he lays his staff across his lap. He then pulls on some of the fabric of his clothes to polish off his now unholstered gun.
"I'm not too too hungry, mind you. Ferron and I ate before coming in, but I suppose a snack to keep the body fueled and such couldn't hurt..." Reginald looks over at his backpack and thinks to rummage through it before hearing Sarah's remark.
"Did you say... something killed is to be eaten? Well, I'm not sure if it counts if we didn't kill it..." He looks in Ferron's direction as he trails off and nods to his companions backpack, "You didn't think to grab any of that centaur meat before we came in did you? When you were packing your camp site? Jerky is transportable after all, not to mention delectable and convenient given our lack of... culinarily inclined surroundings."
"...' Kit hangs behind from the others, and silently reads, keeping to himself..
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