ben909
vaporeon character != mushroom characters
what kind of splash potions?
Predators and Prey
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what kind of splash potions?
TR273
Pirate Fox Mom
Arr! And ye better not forget it!
*Swings down on a rope and nicks your Top Hat again, then gives the order to get underway. Sails out the harbour, mockingly waving both your hat and ladder at you.*
GentleButter
Digital Artist
Um... Well... The kind that work in battle, duh!
<while chuckling, she accidentally drops one and it splashes on @ssaannttoo , who shrinks to a foot tall>
ben909
vaporeon character != mushroom characters
i tend to find the shink ray abilty is more useful on your own units(c&cra3)
ssaannttoo
Joy Boi
TR273
Pirate Fox Mom
*Considers offering @ssaannttoo the role of 'mascot' onboard the Booty Queen!*
GentleButter
Digital Artist
Gah! I'm sorry friend! I can fix this!
< tosses another potion on the ground next to you, it's just purple fur dye.>
Oh no..
Lenago
Top hatted fox
Heyy!!...ohh for the love of...
*puts on a water floater shapped like a duck and jumps into the water,paddling my way to your ship*
Get back here ya booty stealing pirate!!
ben909
vaporeon character != mushroom characters
ssaannttoo
Joy Boi
WHAT THE HECK! STOP TRYING TO HELP!
*Shouts but sounds normal for you guys who are normal sized.*
GentleButter
Digital Artist
ssaannttoo
Joy Boi
(Hehe, @metatherat made it for me. So I was lucky when you said purple.)
TR273
Pirate Fox Mom
*Observes you trying to grab the stern of the ship.*
Arr! Keep ye filthy paws off me booty!
GentleButter
Digital Artist
Yes it is! Anyways, is the raid from this pirate over on yonder horizon or is that just between those two foxes?
Lenago
Top hatted fox
*grabs your booty, holding it tight*
Ohhh you did not even tried to hide that one!
Arishipshape
TFed Ex-Knight
Far at sea, an island with two mountains is beset by constant storms. It is devoid of people, until lightning strikes. As the light dies down, the Knight’s silhouette is revealed on the peak of the leftmost mountain.
He replaces his amulet and examines a book. Nodding grimly, he stows both and begins descending the steep face, tattered cape whipping in the wind. Upon receiving the affirmative mental signal, @Zenith the Mew teleports adjacent.
Betwixt the mountains is a temple, or so his book claimed. It was mostly accurate, though “tower” would’ve been more applicable. However, as the Knight reached the tower’s entrance gate, he noticed a sign: “Where men commune with the gods”.
Zenith tugged his cape, pointed behind the tower and behold; a second, identical tower stood, initially obscured from view. Upon approach, they saw a similar inscription: “Where furries commune with the gods”. Some brief confusion, a shrug, and the duo entered the second tower. The gates shut behind them of their own accord.
All manner of minor mooks awaited the pair: sentient flames bent on their destruction, possessed suits of armor putting their swordsmanships to the test, and assorted undead creatures that politely attacked them one at a time. After the combat-fest of the first floor came the dreaded puzzle section, where the Knight had to cleverly go left instead of right to acquire a grappling hook to traverse bottomless pits. After some arbitrarily difficult pressure plate puzzles necessitating that the pair split up, the Knight and the Mew came to an empty hallway (save for replacement holy water, a max ether, and 2 health potions lying on the ground). This meant trouble.
The Knight opened the door, which dramatically shut behind him, cutting him off from the Mew. He found himself in a slightly flooded room, with an inch of water reflecting his cursed visage. He slowly traversed it, finding a locked door on the other side.
A sinister chuckle brought his attention back to the center of the room, where stood a dark apparition.
“Oh God, not another dungeon trope,” lamented the Knight.
“Fear not, you’ll face no more after I’ve executed justice,” it replied, solidifying into a form resembling the Knight. “You’ve slain the innocent. Honor dictates you die.”
“@ssaannttoo? Innocent? That’s a laugh—“
“What crime had he committed?” By now, the apparition was clearly a dark, ghastly version of the Knight, with red eyes that pierced through his curse (though he wished they didn’t).
“W-well, he abused false surrender, he, tried to kill me—“
“In a fair duel, that you agreed to. And come on. You were just looking for an excuse to beat the tar out of him. Nobody thinks Ssaannttoo surrendered, not even you.”
“If—if it was such a fair duel, what’s wrong with me killing him?!”
The specter laughed.
“Why were you engaged in a duel to the death with a stupid teenager? Your offspring, no less? Who does that? You had all the power, and thus, all the responsibility.”
“I can’t refuse a duel! He made me!”
“He... made you. Listen to yourself. You could easily have refused, yet you took the chance to attack him. He was young, not in his right mind. Squires have no business in duels to the death, and you know it. You deceive only yourself.”
“I—I didn’t mean to kill him! I was making sure he couldn’t—wouldn’t get back up and sucker punch me—“
“Liar. You knew he was done.”
“H-how do you know?”
“Who do you think I am? I am you. “Justice incarnate”, right? Hehehehe... And now, as the noble Knight I am, I shall slay the guilty in only the most honorable fashion.”
Suddenly, the Knight’s armor was like smoke, like the apparition’s. And its smoke solidified into blackness.
“I’m armored, you’re not, an entirely fair and honorable duel in which to kill someone, wouldn’t you agree?”
The Knight had no words. With an icy laugh, the apparition leapt.
The Knight rolled beneath his foe, and with some quick thinking, froze the water at the apparition’s feet when it landed. It easily smashed the ice, but the Knight had enough time to grab his holy cross and set up area control.
After some fierce fighting (and not a few wounds sustained by the Knight), the apparition switched tactics. It threw its own holy water (red, like its eyes) and grappled the Knight until he was in the flames. This was a holy fire, unobstructed by mere water, and its heat reflected its power. The Knight writhed, but the apparition smiled. Now, he truly knew what he’d wrought.
The Knight shot the grappling hook to pull the apparition into the flames with him, but it was literally like grasping at smoke. It was gone.
He escaped the flames and held his sword at the ready, but his foe was nowhere to be found.
The doors opened, Zenith rushed in and offered aid, but Ari refused. He’d deserved what he got, and more still. Justice would demand that he die. How could he possibly slay another in justice’s name?
Together (the Knight limping slightly), they ventured past the bloodstained water into the atrium.
A receptionist welcomed them, gave the Knight a number and asked him to fill out some paperwork forgoing the right to sue should any accidents occur whilst conversing with the gods. Already burned and beaten, he wasn’t sure how much worse any accidents would leave him.
He entered the cathedral-like hall beyond the waiting room.
“I seek an audience with Selenlis!”
He replaces his amulet and examines a book. Nodding grimly, he stows both and begins descending the steep face, tattered cape whipping in the wind. Upon receiving the affirmative mental signal, @Zenith the Mew teleports adjacent.
Betwixt the mountains is a temple, or so his book claimed. It was mostly accurate, though “tower” would’ve been more applicable. However, as the Knight reached the tower’s entrance gate, he noticed a sign: “Where men commune with the gods”.
Zenith tugged his cape, pointed behind the tower and behold; a second, identical tower stood, initially obscured from view. Upon approach, they saw a similar inscription: “Where furries commune with the gods”. Some brief confusion, a shrug, and the duo entered the second tower. The gates shut behind them of their own accord.
All manner of minor mooks awaited the pair: sentient flames bent on their destruction, possessed suits of armor putting their swordsmanships to the test, and assorted undead creatures that politely attacked them one at a time. After the combat-fest of the first floor came the dreaded puzzle section, where the Knight had to cleverly go left instead of right to acquire a grappling hook to traverse bottomless pits. After some arbitrarily difficult pressure plate puzzles necessitating that the pair split up, the Knight and the Mew came to an empty hallway (save for replacement holy water, a max ether, and 2 health potions lying on the ground). This meant trouble.
The Knight opened the door, which dramatically shut behind him, cutting him off from the Mew. He found himself in a slightly flooded room, with an inch of water reflecting his cursed visage. He slowly traversed it, finding a locked door on the other side.
A sinister chuckle brought his attention back to the center of the room, where stood a dark apparition.
“Oh God, not another dungeon trope,” lamented the Knight.
“Fear not, you’ll face no more after I’ve executed justice,” it replied, solidifying into a form resembling the Knight. “You’ve slain the innocent. Honor dictates you die.”
“@ssaannttoo? Innocent? That’s a laugh—“
“What crime had he committed?” By now, the apparition was clearly a dark, ghastly version of the Knight, with red eyes that pierced through his curse (though he wished they didn’t).
“W-well, he abused false surrender, he, tried to kill me—“
“In a fair duel, that you agreed to. And come on. You were just looking for an excuse to beat the tar out of him. Nobody thinks Ssaannttoo surrendered, not even you.”
“If—if it was such a fair duel, what’s wrong with me killing him?!”
The specter laughed.
“Why were you engaged in a duel to the death with a stupid teenager? Your offspring, no less? Who does that? You had all the power, and thus, all the responsibility.”
“I can’t refuse a duel! He made me!”
“He... made you. Listen to yourself. You could easily have refused, yet you took the chance to attack him. He was young, not in his right mind. Squires have no business in duels to the death, and you know it. You deceive only yourself.”
“I—I didn’t mean to kill him! I was making sure he couldn’t—wouldn’t get back up and sucker punch me—“
“Liar. You knew he was done.”
“H-how do you know?”
“Who do you think I am? I am you. “Justice incarnate”, right? Hehehehe... And now, as the noble Knight I am, I shall slay the guilty in only the most honorable fashion.”
Suddenly, the Knight’s armor was like smoke, like the apparition’s. And its smoke solidified into blackness.
“I’m armored, you’re not, an entirely fair and honorable duel in which to kill someone, wouldn’t you agree?”
The Knight had no words. With an icy laugh, the apparition leapt.
The Knight rolled beneath his foe, and with some quick thinking, froze the water at the apparition’s feet when it landed. It easily smashed the ice, but the Knight had enough time to grab his holy cross and set up area control.
After some fierce fighting (and not a few wounds sustained by the Knight), the apparition switched tactics. It threw its own holy water (red, like its eyes) and grappled the Knight until he was in the flames. This was a holy fire, unobstructed by mere water, and its heat reflected its power. The Knight writhed, but the apparition smiled. Now, he truly knew what he’d wrought.
The Knight shot the grappling hook to pull the apparition into the flames with him, but it was literally like grasping at smoke. It was gone.
He escaped the flames and held his sword at the ready, but his foe was nowhere to be found.
The doors opened, Zenith rushed in and offered aid, but Ari refused. He’d deserved what he got, and more still. Justice would demand that he die. How could he possibly slay another in justice’s name?
Together (the Knight limping slightly), they ventured past the bloodstained water into the atrium.
A receptionist welcomed them, gave the Knight a number and asked him to fill out some paperwork forgoing the right to sue should any accidents occur whilst conversing with the gods. Already burned and beaten, he wasn’t sure how much worse any accidents would leave him.
He entered the cathedral-like hall beyond the waiting room.
“I seek an audience with Selenlis!”
TR273
Pirate Fox Mom
ben909
vaporeon character != mushroom characters
LIES
I don’t think so, but honestly i don’t know who will attack first
i am not directly on a side yet and that combined with not knowing the starting events means i can not preemptively weaken them
—————
edit, it has started, hides in fort
Lenago
Top hatted fox
*you can hear me yell out*
OW!! right in the nose!!
*i climb up to the ship one hand rubbing my nose*
ssaannttoo
Joy Boi
(Separate is inherently unequal!!!!!)
GentleButter
Digital Artist
<while observing the ship, Liina notices clouds darkening and swirling on the horizon and hears a distant and sudden roll of thunder.>
Uh... @ben909 .... Does THAT have anything to do with battle? I'm a bit lost here
ssaannttoo
Joy Boi
(Very well written!)
Monosuki the Aurian
Kyu the Braixen
Having been with Ari in order to secure a better tomorrow, or embrace today, the Mew stood attentive, hoping that said audience would come to make do of their request.
He had vowed to aid the knight in his quest to seek audience with the goddess, and would stop at nothing in order to make sure this was a success.
Patiently, he floated next to the knight, awaiting what may seem like forever, but in good hopes that it would be a short delay.
"Fret not Ari. I'm sure we'll be able to trump these dangers in this quest to seek council. If we do.....we must find a way to establish your innocent in the kindest light. In a sense, we'll need to pick our words carefully.....gods may be gods, and we'll try to use peace to resolve this matter, lest you have another idea in mind...," the Mew said faintly, swishing his long black tail as he waited with the knight.
If said council can be granted, all would begin...