the first deviance

[deniability]

[ well it's all been lovely. Hitei's met new people, discovered that she has some kind of immortality against Player attacks - though she's not planning on testing that again anytime soon - drunk a lot of green soda, and now, after a lot of talking with NPCs and the quest stall, she's ready to actually explore.

She's at the Chaos Gate, relic in hand, entering words. Disputing Heretic's Night Moon. The data that comes up seems promising... as far as she can tell. There's only one way to really find out. ]

Anyone care to join me?

[ man she looks like the worst kind of squishy mage, too. ]

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[deniability]

[ and she hits enter on the keywords! Whooooooosh off they go.

The area they arrive in is fairly simple - rolling grasslands with bursts of colour where flowers have grown through the green - but those few moments of teleportation have apparently caused the sun to disappear. Hitei stares up at the moon, eyebrows high. They're standing in a field, and it's nighttime. How truly bizarre. ]

Well, I suppose the phrase I chose was asking for it, but...

[greatcleavage]

Huh. And no one even said 'later that evening'.

[deniability]

[ and they haven't seen a white banner float by with the name of their new location. This place is so strange. ]

I do hope we can get back from here.

[greatcleavage]

Don't worry, all I have to do is start enjoying a delightfully insanity-free environment and that teleporting girl will show up.

[deniability]

She sounds like a convenient friend to have. [ PROBLEM SOLVED. she's liking this place more and more by the hour. The people here are all so ... 'different'. ]

I suppose we should find something to kill, in the meantime...

[greatcleavage]

In the same sort of way that a stomachache is a convenient way to lose weight.

Let's see if we can find something legitimately threatening. I'd like to avoid another fox-kicking incident.

[deniability]

Should I hope that you're speaking figuratively? [ but she's looking around for either monsters or these symbols her Relic is bleeping at her to find. She spots movement in the near distance, and points. POINTS. Spot check success! ]

Oh, there.

[greatcleavage]

All right. Let's move carefully and try to get closer. If they're not hostile, we don't want to seem like WE are and start a fight we don't want.

[So saying, Roy moves forward cautiously, sword held at his side.]

[deniability]

If you say so. [ she follows along behind, if not quietly then at least not making too many sudden movements. She's more than content to allow the more (read: at all) skilled fighter to go first into possible danger, honestly.

But she readies her fans. ]

[greatcleavage]

[Roy keeps his voice quiet.]

I got a 14 on my Move Silently check. You?

[deniability]

[ she doesn't get a chance to answer beyond a slight raise of her eyebrows, because she apparently botched her roll as she steps on some kind of overly loud branch.

There's a goblin charging at us.



Several goblins. ]

[greatcleavage]

I won't say this is unexpected.

[As the first goblin charges in, Roy hefts his sword, then whacks through it without much effort. He's been fighting goblins for ages, and even with the deleveling, the Greenhilt sword remains an awesome piece of steel and starmetal.]

Great Cleave!

[And he whacks another one. But there aren't any more in range.]

I hope you roll better on Initiative than you do on skill checks!

[deniability]

'Roll'? [ she doesn't really know what he's talking about, so she just brings up the spell interface deftly instead. Attack down, defense down... Ah, here it is. ]

Rue Kruz. [ blam water spout on one of the further goblins ] Dek Corv-- hmm, I won't deny this is a little fun.

[greatcleavage]

Those aren't spells I'm familiar with -- argh!

[Three goblins had surrounded him, and one of them had gotten through his guard to score a wound on his head. (His round, bald head.) Just a scratch, but as is the nature of head wounds, it bled profusely.]