#keflood2023

[grimstalkr]

bird hunters - flood hunting team

When picked to go hunting Tharja truly hadn't expected Ephidel and Julius to be the ones picked alongside her. She knew little of either of them but she did know that the one time she'd met Julius he'd been rather hostile. Which made her even warier as they were picked to collect food for the others. Her boots were soaked and the ends of her skirt dragged as they traversed what little ground they could to where there were birds to hunt. The eerie silence was made worse by their strange surroundings. She figured speaking so early on in their hunt would just scare their prey away.

Once settled Tharja crouched to bide her time, letting the birds slowly get used to their collective presence. By the time the birds were settled Tharja was more than ready to strike. With a sudden burst of magic, Tharja managed to strike a bird down, watching as it dropped from the magical overload. She was quick to hurry over, snatching it up and looking toward her teammates. Tharja held it up, motioning toward the gull-sized bird she'd managed to down.

She hoped her teammates were doing alright. The water was frustrating to her beyond belief. If she slipped even a little bit she'd drown. She certainly hoped neither of them fell in. Could Ephidel swim? Could Julius?

@disgracedvessel @artificidel

[artificidel]

nietzsche? nietzsche to shut the hell up

the Abyss - Pitch black as ever. If only you had some light…

@ninocence @pheraean

Like a sudden chill flickering out a flame, in an instant, it was night. Not even do the stars above offer any hospitality, for they don’t seem to shine as bright. Pale comparisons to the true and only refuge in this endless blackness; bioluminescent blooms, that some of their lot had even fashioned into crowns. There was little to do between poor visibility and incoming storms than fortify their shelter. But curiously, Ephidel took the short walk to the steep drop off between building.

Not even in brightest day did the sun illuminate much of this abyss, but her reach could only go so far. But his-

Ephidel knelt by the abyss’s edge and removed his crown, dipping it just below the surface and bringing light back to the depths.

What was beyond this chasm?

[nabataprophet]

under the sea | team flood

The concept of a land submerged under water is altogether not entirely foreign, even to someone like Sophia, who has only recently left her village. The reason? Put simply, the temple in Arcadia where Archsage Athos entombed his Divine Weapon had a similar defense mechanism to keep out intruders. Of course, the passageways weren’t submerged all of the time, unlike here, where the water seems to be a constant. And if there is nowhere to go but the water, then into the water they will have to go.

Sophia takes a step off of one of the few buildings not completely submerged under the water and allows herself to sink into the water.

Opening her eyes under the water, something glittering catches her attention and she swims over to investigate.

[roll 1d10: 2. roll 1d20: 11. roll 1d10: 6. 6 tokens gathered!]

Emerging like some sort of deep sea creature, sopping wet hair spreading out around her like seaweed, Sophia places a small pile of tokens on the edge of a roof, where two people(?) stand waiting.

“...Here.”

Without waiting for a response, Sophia sinks back into the water.

@artificidel @cursedbluebird  @etoilerrante 

[aegisshielded]

we look like this (getting our shit kicked in) so that they can look like this (finding out whats at a5) || Team Flood [Team 2]

@artificidel @nabataprophet +more to come

The spirits below are antsy - to the point they've grown agitated and begun to lash out. Whether or not you'd intended on investigating the graveyard any, or instead preferred to mind your own business, it seems the fight has come to you. "Hmm... Perhaps you might subdue them?" Blank queries to the group at the graveyard, somewhat solemnly. "I don't like seeing them in pain like this... And it draws the Shadows out too..."

Their meandering about the place they woke up in is suddenly disrupted, will-o-wisp spirits now taking the shape of... well, they're a bit too far off in the distance for Felix to decipher their faces just yet. However, some look... unfortunately and disturbingly familiar. The stranger lingering about on their little boat suggests that they subdue the ghostly figures, but Felix chews on the inside of his cheek. He is wary, but his hand rests on the hilt of his sword regardless.

Those that woke up in the flooded area are separated in small groups away from one another, practically across the area separated by enemies and... are those vending machines? Intriguing. Felix nods his head towards one of the machines.

"Wouldn't those machines take those tokens we've been gathering up? Might be worthwhile to see if there's anything we can buy. We'll have to get through those damned spirits first, though..."

[belovedcethleann]

us and this stick we found

Admittedly she wasn't too on board with trusting Blank with this bubble, but they truly need more wood. That one piece that she saw made her feel uneasy, Now she, Sophia, and Tharja find themselves down in these ruins. If Seteth ever found out about this she'd never hear the end of it, but she can't help but be excited at the unknown.

Flayn looked over her shoulder, making sure her teammates weren't too far behind. Could she even talk with this bubble? Even if she did would they hear her? ultimately she decides not to test that out.

The first area was in view, it was a sight to behold truly. The trees being able to grow underwater and through rocks? They're resilient she'll admit. Flayn uses the trees to push herself around them before spotting what looks like driftwood! Excellent! She swims over and grabs the two pieces, placing them under her arm. When she lifted the last one she saw something dart away, naturally, she pulls herself away. A strange buzzing sound was coming from said direction and Flayn doesn't want anything to do with it.

Sadly, the bee doesn't seem to care what Flayn wants! Just its wood back, and Flayn swatting at it certainly doesn't help. Now swimming in view of her teammates with one extra bee sting. Why in the goddess name are the BEES UNDERWATER?! she thought to herself extremely annoyed at this, at least she still has the wood.

DAMAGE: 1d3-1= 2 HP; 9/12 WOOD: 1d7= 2

@nabataprophet / @grimstalkr

[cursedbluebird]

The Will of a Wisp

As the skies grow darker, one wisp burns all the brighter. They must not be ready to move on quite yet, Blank theorizes, and then promptly goes about their own business of tending their garden of water lilies, clearly unbothered by the presence of yet another unexpected guest. They’ll leave when they’re ready, after all.

Everyone always does.

The wisp did not leave.

Though the others had faded, one burned brighter than the rest, filled with remorse. It seemed a fight was all the others needed to move on, so what did this one need?

Marianne watched the wisp from afar, swimming amongst the wreckage of the previous week’s battle.

When was the last time she had been dry? It seemed like all she had done so far was swim and dive and get rained on. Ironic, now being under the water made her feel the most comfortable. Briefly her mind wandered to tales of sea folk.

The wisp floated gently between the graves, pausing for a moment at one before floating to the next. It was almost as if the wisp was mourning it’s fallen companions.

[disgracedvessel]

Two Wet Cats [Team Flood - Julius and Felix]

starter for @aegisshieded

The rainclouds that have come to settle over the area this week shouldn’t have been a surprise. Something had managed to put these buildings underwater, and Julius couldn’t fathom exactly what but he assumed storms had to have had a hand in it. The wind picks up as he steps precariously from one part of a submerged rooftop to the next, and he can smell the damp in the air. Oh, how he wishes he had been wrong for once. This is a dream - dreams didn’t have to follow the waking world’s logic, but so far this one had all the same weather patterns. Except, perhaps, for the infinite night the hooded boatman warned them about. He steals a glance skyward at the dark forms of clouds rushing through the night and quickens his pace. It didn’t have to rain. These buildings could have simply been built under water.

His foot slips on a loose shingle and he slides toward the water, but scrambles to a stop just in time. He scowls into the dark depths, huffing to regain his breath. If water was the way the dream was trying to scare him, it wasn’t working (it was). He couldn’t swim, but that didn’t mean he had nightmares about drowning.

There had rarely been reasons for him to go near large bodies of water, anyway. He gathers himself again and glances out toward the faint glow of candlelight from the top floor of the building the others had identified as the “study.” The wind whispers louder, carrying the heavy patter of rainfall against the water’s surface. Growling under his breath, Julius hops to the next rooftop and begins a slow sprint to the other end. The pattering turns into a roar at his back. The study dances just out of reach.

He’s drenched the moment he reaches the doorway, and he busts through its old doors without any ceremony. After shutting it swiftly behind him, he simply stands and lets the water puddle at his feet, his stormy expression rivaling that which had begun to rage outside. Suddenly, he’s aware of another figure in the room. Another student, perhaps one who had seen the rain coming sooner than he had.

“Don’t say anything,” Julius warns him, and begins to twist what he can out of his hair.

[delicatevalentine]

it’s a piece of cake to make a pretty base » team flood

Welp! Whatever the case, your first priority should probably be to finagle some manner of base camp, as well as rations, right?

1 Post = 1% of Progress (Max 20%)  Requires 1 Plank or 1 Sheet of Cloth per post

As Hilda wandered back towards camp, she saw that they had made little progress with the actual base construction. It appeared that some of the group had already split off to investigate other aspects of the landscape and had yet to return with the necessary materials. 

“Hm! Well, not to worry. Felix and I had a little luck over there.” She tugged on the piece of sturdy cloth that was still sticking out of his pocket and held it up to the present team members triumphantly. With a flourish, she laid it down on the ground, then stared at it with a thoughtful expression as though she expected it to pop up into a fully-formed tent. It did not. 

“Well, every little helps!” she said cheerfully, her eyes already wandering for another excuse to avoid work.

-1 piece of cloth +1% camp construction — 1% @pheraean @artificidel @aegisshieded @nagargent @disgracedvessel @cursedbluebird @ninocence @etoilerrante @shadoll @nabataprophet @grimstalkr