Recent content by IAmAlpharius

VR? DM? Hitpoint? Damaia only grew more confused at the conversation, and as that, and her fear that either Mourn had been taken over or was just biding her time, grew, she wrenched herself away from their sibling, her arms coming up to cover her shoulders again. The new runes in her skin...

Damaia bolted upright, gripping her own shoulders to make sure they were still there. She had never passed out like that before without some serious injury, and she definitely had never woken up as easily afterward. Erin sighed, removing their hands from their shoulders and began her own...

Erin let out a short gasp at the sight of the dust-covered book. This was clearly what she was in the library for. She reached out for it quickly, and Damaia just managed to keep her from it. Not for the first time, she felt uncomfortable in this body that clearly wasn't fully hers. With a sigh...

Not seeing anything of interest, Damaia a headed to the tables. She took a glance around the area, carefully gathering anything of interest, then turned to leave the library. [perception: 15]

The tiefling’s eyes lit up as both inhabitants caught sight of an interesting book. She reached up eagerly, taking the book from its shelf and tucking it in her pack for later perusal. She turned her attention further into the room, and moved toward the tables, glancing down the rows of shelves...

Damaia's smile grew as she walked further into the library. Surely, if this was here, there had to be something useful. She walked up to the first bookshelf she saw and looked closer.

Damaia let out a quiet gasp at the scene. A large library, mostly dilapidated like the rest of the interior, but a library all the same. Maybe, just maybe, there would be some useful books left in reasonable condition. Her tail whipped narrowly behind her as She cautious made to enter the...

Erin glanced in the direction of the yelling, down the long hallway. The way she saw it, she had two options: try to open the door and possibly find another monster, therefore dying, or go down the hallway toward the shouting, and possibly find another monster, therefore dying. ...Okay now the...

Erin let out a groan at the sight of such a long hallway. She wasn't getting out of here easily, it seemed. The still bleeding hole in her side made the hallway look at least a mile long. "Well," she sighed after a while, starting on her way down the corridor, "Better see what's behind door...

Damaia pauses at the glint of metal, and reached carefully into the crevice to pull out a strange amulet and a small pouch- with money! She quickly pocketed it and moved on. Erin could see, now that she was mildly calmed down, that she was really low on health. It would be just her luck to...

Erin was lucky to see the spider before it attacked. She would, however, have considered herself more lucky to have never crossed its path. She tried to scramble out of reach, but as she turned, the spider caught her with its huge mandible and bit down on her whole torso. Now, Erin had a fairly...

This hallway was disgusting, Erin decided, disgusting and old, and not at all what she was used to. Her head started to fill with noise as the panic rose once again. She struggled to blink it away, her urge to leave this place stronger. Gripping her staff close, Damaia slowly made her way down...

Erin had to grin at the small flit of power that left her, something she could tell Damaia was doing without a second thought, but to her it was amazing. She took a moment to think, before reasoning that if there had been guards watching, they would have taken notice the first time she cast Fire...

Erin gaped at the door, then at her hand. Had she really done that? No, obviously not, she didn’t have that power, but her new body clearly did, along with the power to not pass out constantly- so far. She settled herself with a sigh, turning back to look around her cell. If she really was in...

Erin flinched as the pot of ink fell off the table, smacking into the ground with a small crack. The lid had stayed on, but the flimsy plastic had broken, letting the bright red ink fly everywhere. She sighed, reaching over to grab a towel before she bent back down to pick up the broken bottle...