Bluedove, Could you go ahead and make this game inactive?
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Cinder conjures up a small flame in her tiny hand as she moves into a position to see the "enemy". She throws the small ball of fire at the wounded enemy hoping to gain advantage from focused fire. As the flame strikes at her target a new flame rekindles in her hand replacing the one thrown.
Cinder stays hidden but ready to fight the other puppets, if need be. Are we sure they are not victims as well? she asks quietly.
Cinder creeps along the ledge near the back of the order.
regaining control of her rage the druid doll calms. Yes, of course you are right. It is the dolls that must be destroyed AFTER we regain our own bodies. I am Cinder and I am a healer and herbalist, when I am not in a rage. She manages to laugh at herself. But I do have a hot temper at times. If I could rest at dawn I could better prepare spells to that end. I fear I am mostly prepared to burn things at the moment.
Hearing the Paladin's story angers Cinder. The idea that someone one, or some thing has control of her body and might do any number of unspeakable things while in control of it pushes her past some limit and her hands begin to smolder. Her palm actually blacken slightly as her fixed facial features are nearly, nut not quite forced into a visage of anger. Grrr! I cannot even scowl in this little doll body! I too shall have my body back. That I pledge. I will join you, but do not expect me to show mercy to these creatures Paladin. I do not hold to your code. I have chosen a more "natural" path.
Do we look for our walking bodies? are there still emery dolls about who hunt for other bodies?
Cinder pipes in I know herbs and can make all sorts of teas. Oh, and I like animals, and most of them like me. She rummages through the tool box and pulls out a pair if curved scissors, its two halves held together with a small screw. A few quick turns of an appropriately sized screw driver and she has them in half. Holding up one have it seems she has a make shift scimitar sized just right for her. Holding up her new weapon she adds And I can cast fire spells.
I'd take a turn running. I have been promising myself that I would eventually run on-line. I gotta figure out how to make and post maps but I am just not gonna until I am forced to do so.
I just got here and have not had a chance to burn anything yet. :) I was hoping this would be a great place to role play and do not want to drop. I am fine with rebooting if needed but do not reboot for me. I have already read much of the back story and am up to date. I love the story line and the suspense/horror of it all. That said, if people need to slow down for finals and holidays I understand that and am good with it.
Cinder will continue to tend to cat's wounds and to keep it calm and friendly once she feels there is no immediate threat from the other group. You new puppets, no fast movements around Gatto here. He is friendly enough for now but I fear he has been abused by puppets in the past. Everyone act extra friendly to him please. I need soap and water and maybe some alcohol to clean these deeper and older wounds. Would anyone have any healing magic? No use saving it for ourselves. If we are constructs now its not going to do us much good.
Thats's a nice kitty. Cinder rubs the cat affectionately .
You go by Gatto? How clever. I bet you are much more clever than your owner. Your old owner that is. And my but you are in rough shape. Lets see if I can help you some. Cinder will try to climb from the box and begin to care for the cat's injuries carefully removing the metallic item if she thinks it can be done safely and without too much pain.
I'll go with +9 and be pleased. :) Always better to make friends than to have to put something down. I am a cat person myself, although I live with both two dogs and two cats. If Nicu tries to spear my new friend things might get hot for him. :)
And Bluedove, I had a question about my perception score that you never got back to me on. The character you provided had two different perception scores. The first character block says +3, but skills say +11. Can you clarify. That's a big difference.
A cat you say. Yes, I could burn the feline, but perhaps I will not have to. I have an, well an affinity for most natural animals. This one could be an ally. Raise the lid and let me see what it thinks of me. She stands near the lid ready to encounter the cat. She begins to coo and our as the lid is raised. Good kitty….
Cinder frees herself from Shi-ru's graps and stands fully erect. I am Cinder. She says again, firmly claiming her identity. And I am not to be trifled with. Turning to the others she says We are victims of some type of possession and magic jarring by my guess. That would mean that someone, or something likely has our bodies. But they have miscalculated if they think we are helpless. I am still in contact with the elemental plane of fire. I feel its heat in my very soul. I may not longer be a full druid, but I have power and by the gods will not lay in a trunk and do nothing while someone else wears my skin. Before you open that lid further. Please tell me who you are and what you know of how you came to be in your current state.
Already having fun screaming. :)
Sensing that this strange doll means no harm and is truly trying to calm her, Cinder stops her screams and tries to stay herself. She still struggles weakly, her eyes are wide with terror, shooting back and forth madly. In a moment she calms and seems to have possession of her senses again. Sausage? No. Puppets ambushed us. Stabbed us with bright pins. She flexes the joints in her arms and legs remembering. I am Cinder. Are either of you Hazel? she asks, almost sure that you are not. A worried look manages to manifest itself across the doll's static features. What has happened to Hazel?
Meanwhile, the third doll in the box begins to stir. No! Leave her alone. let me up! comes the voice too loud for comfort and in obvious disorientation. The third doll then quiets and begins to struggle in her bonds, finally realizing she is restrained.
Suddenly Cinder sits up and removes the hood on her head. Her bonds, tied in haste have failed to take into account her new proportions and slump beside her. She blinks a couple of times, turning and taking in the other occupants of the box and a look of horror comes to her features. Slowly, as if fearing what she will see, she raises her right hand to her line of vision, and screams.
Glad you like it :)
Hey BlueDove, are you ok with this doll avatar? The clown looked too cartoonish and not very feminine to me. And one question: in the first block above perception is +3, but in the skill section its +11. Which should I go by? |