Survival - Cyberdays

Last night? I can't remember yesterday" she murmered and shivered "Were are my clothes?" she asked retorically since he didn't know either and she laid back staring at the ceiling, but took his hand in hers and closed her eyes for a few moments trying to think "Need to get that spell"
 
Darkmoon:

"When you ready we'll break fast and find you some. You wore mine here last night and can until I can get you some more."

I grip your hand as you take mine, give it a squeeze and kiss it gently.
 
She pulled him closer so she could hug him, wanting nothing than to feel someone warm against her. She still felt so very cold. Shock and other confused emotions keeping her feeling scared slightly. though she was no where as disorientant as last night
 
Darkmoon:

I move to the bed and wrap you in my arms and my cloak and just hold you and rock you.
 
Agnara - the in-game only NPC priestess

I knocked on the door and walked inside, bearing a tray with a meal for them to breakfast on. It wasn't much, mostly vegetables and fruit, but it was wholesome. When I saw them cuddling, I thought for a moment of speaking with him about the problems of meddling with a persons mind - how some pains a person was meant to feel to grow accustomed to their changing bodies. However, there was something more important to do.

"Good morning," I said, placing the tray on the table near them. "I see the goddess has graced you with healing this fine day."

I looked at her for a moment, trying to work out who she was, and why the messenger who had arrived seemed to know about her.

"A messenger just came by with a delivery for you," I said, holding out a garment and letter.

The garment appeared to be a halter-top, but not like any I had seen before. This was much prettier and more delicately made by far. I had seen nothing like it, then I had never seen an Earth bra. The words on the letter were simple, though the meaning of it was lost on me. It read:

Do you know how to take things back OUT of the game?
 
Franny's eyes went huge and she found herself breathing hard as she looked at the garment in the priestes hands.

A garment not of the game world, but her real world underthings. Darkmoon reconized the garment as well but Franny felt herself panicing again she breathed hard trying to keep herself calm and closed her eyes tight "Thank you ma'am" she said polightly and left the room quickly without touching it.

What was going to happen? What was happening? Was this someone's sick joke? Was she.. naked? Someone messing with her real body?

She didn't want to think of it her body shuddering with the thought of going back.
 
Mr. Mosey

"NO!", yelled the bartender. "I don't serve scum like you", he said. I scratched my head, and smiled, saying, "thats to bad bartender. Its too bad I'm thirsty. If I wasn't, then you wouldn't die". Right after those words, I sunk my cane into his gut like lightning. It went right through. I went closer, and whispered, "boom", in ear. Thats when he simply blew up, his guts flew across the inn. Blood stained the counter, cieling, and floors. His entrails strewn across the room.
I then decided to help myself, and get my own ale. I then turned around, facing the customers, I said, "what are you people still doing". The customers paused for a second, then quickly dropped what they were eating, then quickly left, screaming in terror. I simply leaned back, and drank my ale. I coughed a bit saying, "woah, this is good stuff".
 
Darkmoon:

I pressed a gold piece into the hands of the priestess saying, "To help with your good works and thank you."

Picking up the fruit and some of the vegetables hurried after Franny.
 
Mr. Mosey

I walked away from the burning village. Even with my back turned, I could hear the screams of men, women, and children. I could hear the cackling of my laughing skeletons, and the hideous moans of my zombies. Some fought back, but died quickly.
I smiled, this just meant more corpses. Therefore, more undead to fight for my cause. Pretty soon, I ended up with flesh golems, zombies, skeletons, bound souls, fire guts, a variation of demons, and more. The problem, was that I ended up with only one vampire. He was the town reverend. He was intelligent, strong, strongly religious, and witty as a reverend. Not to mention, well respected. He was even better as a vampire. Hes also the only undead guy around who had any intelligence left. I turned around to see the ashes, and said, "you know reverend, this town could have lasted a lot longer if they had more virtual ale".
 
Franny looked up suddenly from her thoughts just as Darkmoon got to her side and she frowned watching the horizon "Burning" she said and blinked at Darkmoon "What's that direction?"
 
ooc: just a quick question, do you mind if I do something like this?

Creature:
Skeleton Warrior
DEF: 200
Abilities:
Savage Chop- 150
Midst of battle- able to increase attack by 50 points in next turn.
 
OOC: mmm don't need hit points, but you can send your sheloton man against the charactors if you want.
 
Darkmoon:

"According to this map there's a hamlet named Bog Bottom there on the edge of a bog not far from a river and that's a lot more smoke than morning cook fires would make for a hamlet.
"Wanna check and see what's happening or shall we keep on towards where your dragon's supposed to be Fran? After we get you some clothing and weapons again that is."
 
Mr. Mosey

After I raised the Fire Guts the burning of the village went double speed. Thats what I liked about my minions. They were swift, and effective. The Reverend went to a knee, and asked, "what is next my lord". I smiled, and replied, "to the kingdom of Pyrosis. The red lands, so to speak. Anyways, lets carry on". For now Pyrosis was my goal since they held the glaring ruby right in the middle of the kingdom. I needed that ruby to summon the greater demons. Sure I could conjure up a few lesser ones like Imps, and Great Imps. But for the great ones, I would require that infamous glare ruby. For I needed a combination of both, the powers of darkness, and the powers of flame.
 
Franny ony nodded rather vaguely "Well, I need clothing, so how bad can it be in town?"

~later~

A half eaten corpse crawls by the two standing semi stunned at the burning carnage

"Maybe we should come back later" Franny finished insted.
 
Darkmoon:

"Franny, we can't leave these undead to wander freely and wreak havoc in the area. We have to dispose of them.
"I guess that the hacking up is up to me but can you take care of reducing the parts to ashes when I've stacked them?"
 
Mr. Mosey

I sent two scouts as we went along the long road ahead. One scout behing us, and one scout in front of us. The scout, a quick winged skull, reported back to me, saying, "master, there are two visitors at the village". I nodded, and replied, "send a flesh golem and ten skeleton warriors. Thats should get the job done. Afterall, its just two warriors". The skull nodded, and went to report my message to the skeletons at the very back.

Flesh Golem
A undead entity made by using a huge mass of corpses. Its power is that of the number of corpses used to make the golem, in this case five. His power also includes his imbued undead strength, giving it one more small boost in power. Its truly the ugliest creature anyone has ever layed eyes on.
Abilities
Many Knuckle Wallop:
sends the opponent flying through the air, and recieving massive damage.
Bone spines:
temporarily pops out many sharp bones all over his body. Puncturing his opponent
Undead Ball:
the ability to mold itself into a boody, fleshy ball. Crushing its opponent by rolling over them.
 
Franny feel back and flamed one undead thing coming too close "I still think we should just leave!" she said and watched the thing walk arround still aflame.

This officialy got weird.
 
Darkmoon:

There were a lot of the undead around, but most weren't any problem. The zombies were so slow that hacking off legs and arms was more exercise than fighting. The skeletons, with their cackling laughter, were more of a challenge as they were faster on their feet, but once a leg was shattered or cut off at the knee they too were fairly easy to dispose of. The trick was to keep moving so they couldn't mob you.

The final one I cut up was a shambling, smoking heap and that was that. I use a pitchfork to heap everything up on one big pile and asked Franny to ignite it while I threw on deadwood and then began a spell of my own.
 
Franny set the spell to burn the pile looking around for any signs of trouble. Something had to happen. She felt it in her bones.
 
Darkmoon:

As the pile of limbs and other parts ignited, I finished my spell and the wind increased to fan the flames and make them burn hotter and hotter just as in a smith's forge.

We watched as they burned and when the fire showed signs of dying down I began to cast again. Soon bolt after bolt of lightening struck the remains blowing them asunder and into such small bits nothing remained larger than a child's little fingernail.

The reverberating booming of the thunder claps was deafening as the pealed and rolled across the countryside like the firing of cannon after cannon.

During my search for undead I'd found a clothesline collapsed behind one of the burned out buildings and had gotten a rather skimpy dress and a pair of pants that could have belonged to a boy but might work for Franny. Now I gave them to her so we could continue on our journey.

"Here Franny. They should be clean they were on a clothesline. I hope they're a close fit. They are all I could find."
 
Flesh Golem- killable NPC

They could soon hear the thuding, and squishy footsteps of the Flesh Golem, and the rattling of Skeleton bones. Their cackling was menacing, and their blades were even more threatening. The Flesh golem trudged along, as it moaned in several different voices as once. They were quite a group to behold as the entered the town, searching for these new comers that the Flying Skull reported to them.
 
Franny was looking over the garments, the sleeves were large but it was short. The pants were tight. They would fit and she could likely enchant the top for travel again but it would take her a little time and some thred to sew in the runes.

Then the noise started. Half changed she looked up and saw the walking... things... Quickly she got the rest of her new things on and began an intrecit set of movements, much like a dance but with each set parts of the runes and designs on her body started to glow, first dimly then brightly then changed from dull blue to bright flaming white.

She was ready for attack and not to be taken for granted.
 
Darkmoon:

"Awww, shit. Not again. A flesh golem. Franny stay way away from it and it's fast don't let it fool you by it's size."

No sense it wasting arrows so I drew my sword again and began to cast. Within a few minutes the blade was transformed into a flaming blade.

Quick thought and I began to cast once more hoping I had enough time to finish the spell.
 
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