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So who are you to be here, weatherworn and dusty? A traveller, a tinker, a tradesman, a troubador, a tourist or perhaps a mere mysterious stranger roving outlands and outposts for specks of news?

And if not a mysterious wanderer or traveller, maybe a sandblown seeker with a secret of their own? Plundered scraps of knowledge from old ruins, artefacts and pieces hidden in pockets deep.

Well; we all have our little quirks. Something just yours away from the prying eyes of the world is a fine thing to have.

[ Name ]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 14
Harm 1 | Sense 1 | Resist 1 | Support 1 [+1, of choice]
@Body
#Jagged Rock, 15% Stun. Pain. [Fling]
#Hand2
{Scavenger 1}
==Condition==
Fine!

==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!Quick and the Dead
!Secret Soul

>>3289480
"Holding my guts in...but I'm still going."

[ Silas ]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 15
Harm 2 | Sense 1 | Resist 1 | Solve 2
@Loose Cloth
#Hands 1 & 2: Firewatch Spear, 1 + .66 Harm, Reach 2, 15% Stun. Crit >2: Puncture. ,**Thrust! Hit 2 targets in a line. Roll once.
Jagged Rock, 15% Stun. Pain. [Fling]
1 x Greedvine [Rope] Length 2.
7 Bits
{Scavenger 1}
{Kinematics 1.2}
==Condition==
Wounds 8
Fatigue 7
Pain 9
Misfortune 3

==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!The Quick and the Dead
!Secret Soul

File: Legio_1.png (2.54 MB, 2381x1581)

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==Lost==
Sac1 | Silas | So2 H2

---

How did it come to be, this lazily swinging predicament? Some memories twist in the wind and some in the soul. Time and the wind in this wild place, it can drive even steady soldiers of a stubborn empire to predacity.

But as such time passes some wounds can close to make way for new flesh. Ready to be marked by other wounds.

[ Lost Phase ]

>>3289592
"I wasn't alone was I? The weapon marks in these bugs don't match my spear. How strange. You, with the mask. There were other here right? I'm not crazy, am I?"
>4Al: Move 433,1
>2Al: Catch breath for 2 Fatigue
>3Al: Ask the Wilder what's happened

[ Silas ]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 15
Harm 2 | Sense 1 | Resist 1 | Solve 2
@Loose Cloth
#Hands 1 & 2: Firewatch Spear, 1 + .66 Harm, Reach 2, 15% Stun. Crit >2: Puncture. ,**Thrust! Hit 2 targets in a line. Roll once.
Jagged Rock, 15% Stun. Pain. [Fling]
1 x Greedvine [Rope] Length 2.
7 Bits
{Scavenger 1}
{Kinematics 1.2}
==Condition==
Wounds 2

==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!The Quick and the Dead
!Secret Soul

>>3289606
nod

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==Lost==
Sac1 | Silas | So2 H2

--

Dressed in layers of sunbleached vine mixed with leather from creatures unknown and unseen, the masked woman perches on a root as her head tracks Silas with slow, rolling movements.

She shrugs. Then points at the dead cerebovorando warrior, other hand dancing fingers across the air in a shadowplay . . .

No. Yes. Maybe. Everyone is. Hiding away from the sun. The dancing bug died. The other drew the Addled. And the Addled snared the Bartersoul. And now they wait wait wait. Sunfall sun. Larger insect-kin when the sun dies.

Expressive fingers, this masked woman has. Perhaps it makes up for the wooden mask she wears in lieu of a face.

[ Lost Phase ]

>>3289617
"Ah, good. That makes me feel much better. So, what now since we dealt with those bugs? I'm not liking my odds versus that Legio camp alone."

Rolled 37, 76, 79, 9, 85, 34, 87, 4 = 411 (8d100)

>>3289630
"Well, I'd like to help her. But I've already been shot once by those Addled archers. You know any way we could handle them?"
>3Al: Move 566
>6Al: Using Solve, examine the fence of the Legio camp, looking for a way to sneak inside

[ Silas ]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 15
Harm 2 | Sense 1 | Resist 1 | Solve 2
@Loose Cloth
#Hands 1 & 2: Firewatch Spear, 1 + .66 Harm, Reach 2, 15% Stun. Crit >2: Puncture. ,**Thrust! Hit 2 targets in a line. Roll once.
Jagged Rock, 15% Stun. Pain. [Fling]
1 x Greedvine [Rope] Length 2.
7 Bits
{Scavenger 1}
{Kinematics 1.2}
==Condition==
Wounds 2

==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!The Quick and the Dead
!Secret Soul

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>>3289632
sprinting fingers run along the length of the root, prying apart a sliver of bark. She dissembles it with apt expertise.
... A fast runner and slow camp of war. Artifice can aid if bodies fail.

From odd pockets, she extracts a clay sphere with a small opening...

>>3289648
Yes.

--

Ah, a path. The Addled are attracted to the rich scent of the cerebovorando, hoping to scavenge the destruction the warriors leave in their wake. Puncture the carcass, and they will come.

The barricades are suffused with vines and choked by the vegetation. They were sharp, once. But with a strong, stable pole one could vault them easily.

In the shadow of the entrance, a lockbox. Traditionally, the Pytherian Legion Gatewatch keeps there the more volatile chemicals for dispersing attention in the night.

[Lost Phase]

"This is gonna take a while to heal isn't it?"

Bulvar
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 15
Harm 1 | Sense 2 | Resist 2 | Solve 1
@Loose Cloth
#Scragblade [Blade] Heft 2 1 + .5Harm, 10% Bleed, 1% Profuse Bleed crit >2: Puncture
#Plankfriend [Shield] .5Harm, 20% Stun Block 1.33xAL 12 HP
{Scavenger 1} {Breaking 1.25}
==Condition==
Wounds 6
==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!The Quick and the Dead
!Secret Soul

>>3289678
Nod

Rolled 67, 55, 69, 75, 55, 91, 92, 99, 1 = 604 (9d100)

>>3289672
"Right, draw out the gate guards with the bug blood, fetch the camp's explosive supply and...hm? What is that?"
>9Al: Examine the clay sphere the Wilder produced

[ Silas ]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 15
Harm 2 | Sense 1 | Resist 1 | Solve 2
@Loose Cloth
#Hands 1 & 2: Firewatch Spear, 1 + .66 Harm, Reach 2, 15% Stun. Crit >2: Puncture. ,**Thrust! Hit 2 targets in a line. Roll once.
Jagged Rock, 15% Stun. Pain. [Fling]
1 x Greedvine [Rope] Length 2.
7 Bits
{Scavenger 1}
{Kinematics 1.2}
==Condition==
Wounds 2

==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!The Quick and the Dead
!Secret Soul

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==Lost==
Sac1 | Silas | So2 H2
Sac2 | Bulvar | Re2 Se2

--

a cunningly crafted clay sphere, a profusion of chemicals with an acidic stench and the barest sensation of a smile beneath a stonewood mask.

This chemicae is playing with captured fire. Burnvines grow in the Greenspan, and one can distil their poison into flames that are far, far too voracious for mundane thermochemical mathematics.

[ Lost Phase ]

>>3289766
"Ill draw them out with that bug corpse, and you get that box, that sound good?"

>>3289812
"Got it, let me get around to the left first. The ichor will probably draw the archer's gaze too."

Rolled 23, 42, 79, 40, 73, 42, 43, 51, 31, 30 = 454 (10d100)

>>3289766
"Fast and low Silas..."
>2Al: Move 66
>2Al: Use Kinematics to quickly slide down the vines 6
>Push 3
>8Al: Use Kinematics to quickly sneak 665,554,44

[ Silas ]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 15
Harm 2 | Sense 1 | Resist 1 | Solve 2
@Loose Cloth
#Hands 1 & 2: Firewatch Spear, 1 + .66 Harm, Reach 2, 15% Stun. Crit >2: Puncture. ,**Thrust! Hit 2 targets in a line. Roll once.
Jagged Rock, 15% Stun. Pain. [Fling]
1 x Greedvine [Rope] Length 2.
7 Bits
{Scavenger 1}
{Kinematics 1.2}
==Condition==
Wounds 2
Fatigue 3
Misfortune 1

==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!The Quick and the Dead
!Secret Soul

>>3289825
"Alright then, Ill get into position too then"
>2 AL, Sneakily Move 5,5
>4 AL, Sneakily Climb down Vines 6,6
>5 AL, React: Block

Bulvar
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 15
Harm 1 | Sense 2 | Resist 2 | Solve 1
@Loose Cloth
#Scragblade [Blade] Heft 2 1 + .5Harm, 10% Bleed, 1% Profuse Bleed crit >2: Puncture
#Plankfriend [Shield] .5Harm, 20% Stun Block 1.33xAL 12 HP
{Scavenger 1} {Breaking 1.25}
==Condition==
Wounds 3
==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!The Quick and the Dead
!Secret Soul

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==Lost==
Sac1 | Silas | So2 H2
Sac2 | Bulvar | Re2 Se2

--

Cunning, a multifaceted plan. We are aided by a fact of biology.

Spores grow quickly, resist decay, find purchase in odd ground but are not known to be deep thinkers.

[ Lost Phase ]

Rolled 32, 80, 66, 53 = 231 (4d100)

>>3289934
>4 AL, Attack the corpse, try to draw as much blood as possible
>3 AL, Move 7,8,7
>2 AL, React: Block

Bulvar
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 15
Harm 1 | Sense 2 | Resist 2 | Solve 1
@Loose Cloth
#Scragblade [Blade] Heft 2 1 + .5Harm, 10% Bleed, 1% Profuse Bleed crit >2: Puncture
#Plankfriend [Shield] .5Harm, 20% Stun Block 1.33xAL 12 HP
{Scavenger 1} {Breaking 1.25}
==Condition==
Wounds 6
==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!The Quick and the Dead
!Secret Soul

>>3289934
>3Al: Reaction: Once the guards come to collect the ichor, sneak 224
>Push 3
>7Al: Reaction: Quietly search the explosives box
>2Al: Reaction: Sneak 86

[ Silas ]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 15
Harm 2 | Sense 1 | Resist 1 | Solve 2
@Loose Cloth
#Hands 1 & 2: Firewatch Spear, 1 + .66 Harm, Reach 2, 15% Stun. Crit >2: Puncture. ,**Thrust! Hit 2 targets in a line. Roll once.
Jagged Rock, 15% Stun. Pain. [Fling]
1 x Greedvine [Rope] Length 2.
7 Bits
{Scavenger 1}
{Kinematics 1.2}
==Condition==
Wounds 2
Fatigue 6
Misfortune 1

==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!The Quick and the Dead
!Secret Soul

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Rolled 54, 82, 100, 32, 82, 75, 75, 86, 2, 42, 69, 24 = 723 (12d100)

==Lost==
Sac1 | Silas | So2 H2
Sac2 | Bulvar | Re2 Se2

--

One deft strike and the wind carries a payload of deception. Addled twist in the green haze, then clamber forth, wild eyes dimly glaring at the undergrowth but their noses held high.

A rock is good shelter.

Silas darts in - the senses of other, deeper Addled are distracted by the circles Scarf lazily describes in the breeze and then, one crack of a lockbox, one shove of a lid-- bounty.

The Pytherian Gatewatch of the 12th Legion were well-stocked indeed. Small moss covered dents in the wood are nests for vials of fireglass mixed with some produce by the far halls of the Bonded. There are room for twelve but two are shattered into uselessness, eight are missing, one looks eaten through by some particular voracious form of bug and there... exactly what we might need. One vial of fireglass and an catalyst. Aim, throw, and hold your breath. It is labelled but the environ is not kind to the work of scribes. It cannot be known what the chemical payload is. Knife-smoke? Ice contagion? Thirst-mist?

There are enough inventive ways to warn off those who would snoop at the gates.

>Silas finds a Vial of [0009]. Throw it at 4+Sense range! It hits a 3x3 area.

[ ENVIRONMENT PHASE ]

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==Lost==
Sac1 | Silas | So2 H2
Sac2 | Bulvar | Re2 Se2

--

They see us. One scavenger jabs filthy hands deep into the carcass of the Cerebovorando while another stumbles towards the rock that Bulvar hides behind. At some unseen single, one Archer rouses from their daze and fires off one long arrow. Bulvar ably blocks it, and suffers little harm.

They'll come for us now! Some distracted by the promise of food, some interested in war. Do we wait or do we strike?

[ Lost Phase ]

>>3289951
Silas motions for Bulvar to keep their attention, before pointing to himself, the archer tower, and the bomb in turn.

>>3290073
>deploy
>move 5
>react: stab guards in range (go for a backstab!)
Here we go again...

[ Scryansi ]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 15
Harm 2 | Sense 2 | Resist 1 | Solve 1
@Body
#Hand1
#Glimmershard [Knife], 2 + .5 Harm. Crit3+: Steal Thought. 10% Bleed.
{Knives 1.25}
==Condition==
Fine!

==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!Zanshir
!Secret Soul
!Perfect Circle

>>3290121
maybe a little more effort would be fine, me.
>(stab at 8AP, 10dice)

>>3290073
Silas whispers to focus himself "Swoop in, get close enough so that I can hit close to the top of the tower with the explosives, hope it at least knocks the two close archers off."
>4Al: Reaction: Once the guards at the gate move towards Bolvar, sneak 244,3
>5Al: Reaction: Once in position throw Vial of [0009] 22 and 3 up the tower
>Push 4
>4Al: Reaction: Dodge 7 away from the explosion

[ Silas ]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 15
Harm 2 | Sense 1 | Resist 1 | Solve 2
@Loose Cloth
#Hands 1 & 2: Firewatch Spear, 1 + .66 Harm, Reach 2, 15% Stun. Crit >2: Puncture. ,**Thrust! Hit 2 targets in a line. Roll once.
Jagged Rock, 15% Stun. Pain. [Fling]
1 x Greedvine [Rope] Length 2.
7 Bits
Vial of [0009]: Throw it at 4+Sense range! It hits a 3x3 area.
{Scavenger 1}
{Kinematics 1.2}
==Condition==
Wounds 2
Fatigue 10
Misfortune 1

==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!The Quick and the Dead
!Secret Soul

>>3290073
>3 AL, Move, 5,6,6
>4 AL, React: Attack anyone in range
>2 AL, Block

>>3290154
forgot character sheet

>Bulvar
>Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 15
>Harm 1 | Sense 2 | Resist 2 | Solve 1
>@Loose Cloth
>#Scragblade [Blade] Heft 2 1 + .5Harm, 10% Bleed, 1% Profuse Bleed crit >2: Puncture
>#Plankfriend [Shield] .5Harm, 20% Stun Block 1.33xAL 12 HP
>{Scavenger 1} {Breaking 1.25}
>==Condition==
>Wounds 6
>==Talents==
>!Push
>!Catch Breath
>!The Quick and the Dead
>!Secret Soul

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==Lost==
Sac1 | Silas | So2 H2
Sac2 | Bulvar | Re2 Se2
Ghost3 | Scryansi | H2 Se2

--

More friends bring more arms and more cunning. But those who spend all their time skulking in cunning ambush and clever ploy are sometimes... hard to see!

Scryansi is face-checked with a wooden shield and stumbles back. Gravity takes its inexorable course.

[ ENVIRONMENT PHASE ]

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==Lost==
Sac1 | Silas | So2 H2
Sac2 | Bulvar | Re2 Se2
Ghost3 | Scryansi | H2 Se2

--

Luckily, old muscle memory means Scryansi kicks at the water before the silt laden stuff floods too far into their lungs.

Less fortunately some thing immediately kicks back and has far, far too sharp teeth. Leeches erupt into a parasitic profusion.

--

Silas steps back as arrowshafts bloom from the ground. Odd, opaque smoke with a glassy sheen billows from the cracked vial and nothing is heard from the tower above.

--

One lone Addled with a long spear attempts to give Bulvar a good shove into the water, but the warrior stands firm!

Their spears have REACH 2, and so, will prod and poke at some tactical distance!

Stand!

[ Lost Phase ]

Rolled 82, 86, 18, 85, 63, 33 = 367 (6d100)

>>3290259
"Bolvar, Scryansi, hold out as best you can! Just you and me now Legionnaire!"
>6Al: Stab Addled 33 with Firewatch Spear
>3Al: Reaction: Dodge 8

[ Silas ]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 15
Harm 2 | Sense 1 | Resist 1 | Solve 2
@Loose Cloth
#Hands 1 & 2: Firewatch Spear, 1 + .66 Harm, Reach 2, 15% Stun. Crit >2: Puncture. ,**Thrust! Hit 2 targets in a line. Roll once.
Jagged Rock, 15% Stun. Pain. [Fling]
1 x Greedvine [Rope] Length 2.
7 Bits
Vial of [0009]: Throw it at 4+Sense range! It hits a 3x3 area.
{Scavenger 1}
{Kinematics 1.2}
==Condition==
Wounds 2
Fatigue 10
Misfortune 1

==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!The Quick and the Dead
!Secret Soul

Rolled 50, 53, 38, 1, 20, 73 = 235 (6d100)

>>3290259
>1 AL, Move 3
>6 AL, Attack that guy
>2 AL, React, Dodge 8

>Bulvar
>Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 15
>Harm 1 | Sense 2 | Resist 2 | Solve 1
>@Loose Cloth
>#Scragblade [Blade] Heft 2 1 + .5Harm, 10% Bleed, 1% Profuse Bleed crit >2: Puncture
>#Plankfriend [Shield] .5Harm, 20% Stun Block 1.33xAL 12 HP
>{Scavenger 1} {Breaking 1.25}
>==Condition==
>Wounds 6
>==Talents==
>!Push
>!Catch Breath
>!The Quick and the Dead
>!Secret Soul

>>3290259
Ack- fuc-
BOLVAR!!
>climb out 4
>move 3
>catch breath as much as possible
You IDIOT! I could've DIED! What's WRONG with you!

[ Scryansi ]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 15
Harm 2 | Sense 2 | Resist 1 | Solve 1
@Body
#Hand1
#Glimmershard [Knife], 2 + .5 Harm. Crit3+: Steal Thought. 10% Bleed.
{Knives 1.25}
==Condition==
Fine!

==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!Zanshir
!Secret Soul
!Perfect Circle

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==Lost==
Sac1 | Silas | So2 H2
Sac2 | Bulvar | Re2 Se2
Ghost3 | Scryansi | H2 Se2

--

And so battle is joined in a clash of blade and a shattering of arteries - Bulvar cuts a gruelling gash across the surprised visage of the Addled Spear-wielder, who near drops their weapon to stem the red tide.

Scryansi gets an interesting guided tour in the wonders of parasitology. Please. Please take them away.
>Roll enough success to reduce value to 0 to get rid of the leeches.

[ ENVIRONMENT PHASE ]

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==Lost==
Sac1 | Silas | So2 H2
Sac2 | Bulvar | Re2 Se2
Ghost3 | Scryansi | H2 Se2

--

handsignal spider crawling snake furious sunshine blooming soon

Perhaps she intends to tell us something in quick-flash dancing fingers. A clay sphere clutched in the other hand, the Masked Wilder makes a motion as if to shoo insects away from a a precious meal . . .

--

All told, we got the better of that particular exchange. Yet, Silas luck once again changes for the worse...

[ Lost Phase ]

I need to step away for a few hours, so let's take the next bit slow

>>3290371
"Haha...this sucks.."
>4Al: 333,2
>3Al: Catch breath for 3 Fatigue
>2Al: Reaction: Dodge 2

[ Silas ]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 15
Harm 2 | Sense 1 | Resist 1 | Solve 2
@Loose Cloth
#Hands 1 & 2: Firewatch Spear, 1 + .66 Harm, Reach 2, 15% Stun. Crit >2: Puncture. ,**Thrust! Hit 2 targets in a line. Roll once.
Jagged Rock, 15% Stun. Pain. [Fling]
1 x Greedvine [Rope] Length 2.
7 Bits
Vial of [0009]: Throw it at 4+Sense range! It hits a 3x3 area.
{Scavenger 1}
{Kinematics 1.2}
==Condition==
Wounds 3
Fatigue 10
Misfortune 1
Pain 2

==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!The Quick and the Dead
!Secret Soul

Rolled 100, 62, 52, 34, 12, 2 = 262 (6d100)

>>3290371
I...
oh.
This is bad.
>remove leeches (6AL)
>push 2AL
>react with dodge (5AL)
F-for reference, friends, do NOT get in the water.

[ Scryansi ]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 15
Harm 2 | Sense 2 | Resist 1 | Solve 1
@Body
#Hand1
#Glimmershard [Knife], 2 + .5 Harm. Crit3+: Steal Thought. 10% Bleed.
{Knives 1.25}
==Condition==
Fine!

==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!Zanshir
!Secret Soul
!Perfect Circle

Rolled 14, 17, 72, 67, 99 = 269 (5d100)

>>3290371
"Let me make a point here, you can't escape death"
>2 AL, Move 2,2
>5 AL, Attack that spearman
>2 AL, React: Dodge 8

>>3290371
"(Memory is such a fickle thing.) I am Paran. I am here."
>Deploy

[ Paran Thitecl ]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 16
Harm 1 | Sense 1 | Resist 1 | Solve 2 | Support 2
@Stained Robe: 2DR vs Chem + Fire
#Scragbow: 1+ .25Harm +Projectile. 4+Sense Range.
#Blood
-#2xRough Arrows. 1d. 10% Bleed.
-#1×Bloodied Arrow (?)
{Scavenger 1}
{Woeheart}
==Condition==
Misfortune 1
Bleed 1
Wounds 5
Fatigue 7

==Talents==
!Push
!Secret Soul
!Pathogenic Transference
!Sympathetic Vitae

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==Lost==
Sac1 | Silas | So2 H2
Sac2 | Bulvar | Re2 Se2
Ghost3 | Scryansi | H2 Se2
Hemo4 | Paran | So2 Su2

----

Silas stumbles deeper into the vine covered Legio graveyard. Discarded swords litter the ground, along with other, more fleshy detritus. Most have been stripped of usable material and re-purposed. Some spot growing patches on odd, dark fungal bloom. Vines cling cloyingly to the surface of blood-splattered ground and in the shadow of the tower, the air is chill as an heavy, curling smoke fall from above with a faint sizzling that scar the skin and leave odd, white after-images as one moves the head.

Stepping away from combat triggers a dis-engagement slash from the pincer movement. Silas is gruellingly wounded.

--

[ ENVIRONMENT PHASE ]

File: Legio_13.png (2.81 MB, 2381x1581)

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==Lost==
Sac1 | Silas | So2 H2
Sac2 | Bulvar | Re2 Se2
Ghost3 | Scryansi | H2 Se2
Hemo4 | Paran | So2 Su2

---

Bulvar wards off a probing spear strike but the effort leaves a gash down one arm as they step back. Into the opening comes the Sword-Wielded Addled, swinging wide but the Plankfriend proves its worth by blocking off every blow. In the same furious moment, one grubby leech sucking vital fluids, Scryansi ducks out of reach of a short jab but can't quite duck to avoid the scything swing of a sprinting Addled bursting from the gates of the Legio camp. The tear leaves a wound that bleeds.

Beneath the shadow of the Tower, Silas feels a blunt pummel smack into the back of the skull and the ground and the vine and corpses are so, so soft.

[ LOST PHASE ]

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==Lost==
Sac1 | Silas | So2 H2
Sac2 | Bulvar | Re2 Se2
Ghost3 | Scryansi | H2 Se2
Hemo4 | Paran | So2 Su2

--

A fire blooms as the Masked Chemicae throws a small clay pot into the fray. One Spear Addled coughs up ash breathed through a pierced lung and, then, finally, finds a fitful slumber. The poor fool is free of the spores and all other concerns.

Rolled 70, 62, 43, 54, 82, 36 = 347 (6d100)

>>3297923
>Push! 2
>2Al: Move 34
>6Al: Transfer [Burning] condition from corpse 4 to Shield Legio 6
>3Al: React to dodge 4ward
"Hello up there. You are Mask. You are mute. (What a keen observation.) Is it by choice? (Ask a silly question, etc.)"

[ Paran Thitecl ]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 16
Harm 1 | Sense 1 | Resist 1 | Solve 2 | Support 2
@Stained Robe: 2DR vs Chem + Fire
#Scragbow: 1+ .25Harm +Projectile. 4+Sense Range.
#Blood
-#2xRough Arrows. 1d. 10% Bleed.
-#1×Bloodied Arrow (?)
{Scavenger 1}
{Woeheart}
==Condition==
Misfortune 1
Bleed 0
Wounds 2
Fatigue 4

==Talents==
!Push
!Secret Soul
!Pathogenic Transference
!Sympathetic Vitae

Rolled 39, 80, 50, 77, 97, 22 = 365 (6d100)

>>3297923
>6 AL, Get that spearman!
>3 AL, React: Dodge 4

>Bulvar
>Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 15
>Harm 1 | Sense 2 | Resist 2 | Solve 1
>@Loose Cloth
>#Scragblade [Blade] Heft 2 1 + .5Harm, 10% Bleed, 1% Profuse Bleed crit >2: Puncture
>#Plankfriend [Shield] .5Harm, 20% Stun Block 1.33xAL 12 HP
>{Scavenger 1} {Breaking 1.25}
>==Condition==
>Wounds 4
>Misfortune 1
>Fatigue 3
>==Talents==
>!Push
>!Catch Breath
>!The Quick and the Dead
>!Secret Soul

Rolled 58, 30, 84, 25 = 197 (4d100)

>>3297923
I think...
I think I'd almost take the leeches again over this.
Almost.
>push 1AL
>remove leech (1AL)
>stab 3 (3AL)
>react with dodge 7 (5AL)
>hold blood in (1AL)
A little support?
Please?

[ Scryansi ]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 15
Harm 2 | Sense 2 | Resist 1 | Solve 1
@Body
#Hand1
#Glimmershard [Knife], 2 + .5 Harm. Crit3+: Steal Thought. 10% Bleed.
{Knives 1.25}
==Condition==
Fine!

==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!Zanshir
!Secret Soul
!Perfect Circle

>>3289480
My name is Sacnite. It means 'white flower'. So we're attacking these people? What did they ever do to us?

[ Sacnite ]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 14
Harm 1 | Sense 1 | Resist 1 | Solve 2
@Loose Flowing Cloth
#Jagged Rock, 15% Stun. Pain. [Fling]
#Empty Hand
{Scavenger 1}
==Condition==
Fine!

==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!Quick and the Dead
!Secret Soul

>>3299189
Nothing so violent except, it seems, corral a group of confused people into a pit and try to sacrifice them to a questionably benevolent monstrosity.

>>3299397
Oh, okay. Well that's not so bad is it? Everyone dies eventually, so you might as well die for a good reason. Like keeping the sun god happy and not striking down us all in anger, or convincing the sea dragons to leave the fishing villages alone.

What sort of monstrosity where they trying to sacrifice us to?

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==Lost==
Sac1 | Silas | So2 H2
Sac2 | Bulvar | Re2 Se2
Ghost3 | Scryansi | H2 Se2
Hemo4 | Paran | So2 Su2
Sac5 | Sacnite | So2

--

Beset by the attacks of multiple foes, Scryansi ducks and weaves and strikes. Enough to ward them off for now...

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==Lost==
Sac1 | Silas | So2 H2
Sac2 | Bulvar | Re2 Se2
Ghost3 | Scryansi | H2 Se2
Hemo4 | Paran | So2 Su2
Sac5 | Sacnite | So2

--

Coated in liquid fire, none of the Addled are foes worthy of particular concern. Half-blind strikes sweep at the air and cut at the vines but nothing finds purchase. From the Legio Post, one rallies and streams forth while another, the Spear-Wielder, stumbles back, soundless mouth opening and closing, until finally they can scratch of the layer of burning fire and refocus.

Well, that has them on the back foot.

. . . A wet, slithering gurgle emanates from the cave-mouth we left behind. Something from the Pit, come to give chase?

[ Lost Phase ]

>>3302334
So are we playing the same map again?
Or are we doing a retcon of the last mission??
I'm wondering if i have my javelins or not basically.

>>3302343
?
None of your offered alternatives apply to the situation at hand, soft-soul. But of course you have what you had.

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Hm.

Rolled 78, 66, 72, 73, 55, 37, 33 = 414 (7d100)

>>3302334
>1Al: Move 5
>1Al: Remove pointy head from Bloodied Arrow
>5Al: Imbue Bloodied Arrow to absorb highest negative condition of target. {Codition Theft Arrow}.
>2Al: Shoot Scryansi with Condition Theft Arrow

[ Paran Thitecl ]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 16
Harm 1 | Sense 1 | Resist 1 | Solve 2 | Support 2
@Stained Robe: 2DR vs Chem + Fire
#Scragbow: 1+ .25Harm +Projectile. 4+Sense Range.
#Blood
-#2xRough Arrows. 1d. 10% Bleed.
-#1×Bloodied Arrow (?)
{Scavenger 1}
{Woeheart}
==Condition==
Misfortune 1
Bleed 0
Wounds 2
Fatigue 5

==Talents==
!Push
!Secret Soul
!Pathogenic Transference
!Sympathetic Vitae

>>3302655
Good shot, soft-soul.

>>3302334
>push 1AL
>hold in bleeding (1AL)
Nothing ventured...
>react: dodge 4 (4AL)
>react: throw guard off ledge (5AL, +4(?) banked dice, 9 dice total)


[ Scryansi ]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 15
Harm 2 | Sense 2 | Resist 1 | Solve 1
@Body
#Hand1
#Glimmershard [Knife], 2 + .5 Harm. Crit3+: Steal Thought. 10% Bleed.
{Knives 1.25}
==Condition==
Not Fine!

==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!Zanshir
!Secret Soul
!Perfect Circle

>>3302334
>2 AL, Move 4,5
>6 AL, Attack!
>1 AL, React: Dodge 3

Bulvar
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 15
Harm 1 | Sense 2 | Resist 2 | Solve 1
@Loose Cloth
#Scragblade [Blade] Heft 2 1 + .5Harm, 10% Bleed, 1% Profuse Bleed crit >2: Puncture
#Plankfriend [Shield] .5Harm, 20% Stun Block 1.33xAL 12 HP
{Scavenger 1} {Breaking 1.25}
==Condition==
Wounds 4
Misfortune 1
Fatigue 3
==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!The Quick and the Dead
!Secret Soul

Rolled 70, 9, 65, 12, 3, 85, 51, 99, 95 = 489 (9d100)

>>3302334
Umm, something followed me so you'd better run away or hide!
> 9AL: Climb the thick vines

[ Sacnite ]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 14
Harm 1 | Sense 1 | Resist 1 | Solve 2
@Loose Flowing Cloth
#Jagged Rock, 15% Stun. Pain. [Fling]
#Empty Hand
{Scavenger 1}
==Condition==
Fine!

==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!Quick and the Dead
!Secret Soul

Rolled 55, 22, 80, 33, 7, 82, 63, 60, 28, 46, 53, 66, 21, 33 = 649 (14d100)

>>3302833
>>3303619
Let's just ... align the world a little.

>>3304308
Usually a viable stratagem.

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==Lost==
Sac1 | Silas | So2 H2
Sac2 | Bulvar | Re2 Se2
Ghost3 | Scryansi | H2 Se2
Hemo4 | Paran | So2 Su2
Sac5 | Sacnite | So2

--

The Addled may have designs on our souls but they lack the valiance in arms to extract their toll. Scryansi shifts and finds hard footing beneath the clinging vines and then, with a start, launches forward. The blunt arrow that smacked into their rib but a moment ago only smarts slightly . . .

>Bleeding removed! 1 Wound removed!
>Gained 3 Fatigue! Fatigue at 15!

With a splash of murky water and the sudden appearance of a flash-flood of leeches, the Addled tries to splash and scrabble at the edge to claw its way out of the yawning maw. No success . . .

--

The White Flower clamber up and over the ancient rock and finds easy purchase in these heavy vines. They're strong, this endless green stuff. And with heaving breath, the little exertion buys a scrap of knowledge.

>You've learned Kinematics 1, the Secret of Movement and Mobility. When attempting the improbable acrobatic, Kinematics may help you...

--

Bulvar sees an opening. Steps in. Swings. Taken in the side with a staggering critical blow, the Addled loses first wrist, then blade, then composure - then blood. It staggers against the rock.

[ ENVIRONMENT PHASE ]

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==Lost==
Sac1 | Silas | So2 H2
Sac2 | Bulvar | Re2 Se2
Ghost3 | Scryansi | H2 Se2
Hemo4 | Paran | So2 Su2
Sac5 | Sacnite | So2

---

Form inside the deeper cave system a wet, crunching rolls like a wave from the dark. Something snapped.

Scryansi steps past a probing strike while Paran has less luck in warding off the attentions of the remaining Addled.

Now that their numbers are lessened, we can take in the haggard state of their equipment. The vacuity in their eyes. Who-ever directs their number in hunt and in feeding is not present among these angry, upset upstarts. This is just a remaining honour guard for a camp of dead Legio, left to rot in the wind and the rain.

[ LOST PHASE ]

Rolled 70, 15, 8, 29, 16 = 138 (5d100)

>>3310651
>2 AL, move 4,4
>5 AL, Attack!
>2 AL, React: Dodge 3

Bulvar
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 15
Harm 1 | Sense 2 | Resist 2 | Solve 1
@Loose Cloth
#Scragblade [Blade] Heft 2 1 + .5Harm, 10% Bleed, 1% Profuse Bleed crit >2: Puncture
#Plankfriend [Shield] .5Harm, 20% Stun Block 1.33xAL 12 HP
{Scavenger 1} {Breaking 1.25}
==Condition==
Wounds 4
Misfortune 1
Fatigue 3
==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!The Quick and the Dead
!Secret Soul

>>3310664
The Addled Spearwarrior looks surprised, for a fleeting moment. And then they will never look at anything ever again.

You've come this far by stepping over the corpses of those who would stand in your way. Why stop now?

>You gain +1 Harm. This also raises your Limit to 16.

Rolled 76, 37, 32, 27, 2, 23, 80, 12, 73, 25 = 387 (10d100)

>>3310651
>backstab! (5AL, 5 banked dice, 10dice, double hits?)
>catch breath (4AL)
Is that all of them?
Wait...

[ Scryansi ]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 15
Harm 2 | Sense 2 | Resist 1 | Solve 1
@Body
#Hand1
#Glimmershard [Knife], 2 + .5 Harm. Crit3+: Steal Thought. 10% Bleed.
{Knives 1.25}
==Condition==
Fine!

==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!Zanshir
!Secret Soul
!Perfect Circle

Rolled 87, 42 = 129 (2d100)

>>3310687
What am I doing?
THIS is the right way to hold a blade.
>1.25x multiplier

>>3310695
>>3310687
It certainly helps when you wield it right.

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They say the blade itself incites to violence.

Or to art.

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==Lost==
Sac1 | Silas | So2 H2
Sac2 | Bulvar | Re2 Se2
Ghost3 | Scryansi | H2 Se2
Hemo4 | Paran | So2 Su2
Sac5 | Sacnite | So2

--

We have them. Silence falls with the last shuddering breath of the Addled, and we are momentarily free of interlocutors, bugs, monsters, abominations or pain.

The sizzling knife-smoke degrades in the seed-laden air. We can glance at our curious handiwork if we have the stomach.

We reap our peace from Addled corpses and deeper understanding.

>>3310687
>+0.25 Knives

>It Is Very Quiet
>Take 1 AL to recover 1 Fatigue
>If you have Catch Breath 1 AL recovers 2 Fatigue.

--

With a tenebrous flickering of half light, the Wild Chemicae gestures at Silas broken form and the air itself seems to congeal, sliding sideways for a moment. The Chemicae puts as stopper unto a small sphere.

Silas wakes with a pounding headache, metallic knife-smoke remnants clinging to the inside of their throat. The slivers of metal grins faintly against each other with every breath.

[ LOST QUIET PHASE ]

>>3310981
"Ugh...morning alrea-oh hey there Mask. Guess I overestimated huh? Silas coughs up blood and Knifesmoke. "What the hell was in that bomb?" He notices Scarf. "Oh, that's where you got. Let me catch my breath and I'll find a way to cut you down."
>2Al: Move 66 to get out of the knifesmoke cloud
>5Al: Catch breath for 10 Fatigue

[ Silas ]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 15
Harm 2 | Sense 1 | Resist 1 | Solve 2
@Loose Cloth
#Hands 1 & 2: Firewatch Spear, 1 + .66 Harm, Reach 2, 15% Stun. Crit >2: Puncture. ,**Thrust! Hit 2 targets in a line. Roll once.
Jagged Rock, 15% Stun. Pain. [Fling]
1 x Greedvine [Rope] Length 2.
7 Bits
Vial of [0009]: Throw it at 4+Sense range! It hits a 3x3 area.
{Scavenger 1}
{Kinematics 1.2}
==Condition==
Wounds 8
Misfortune 1
Pain 10

==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!The Quick and the Dead
!Secret Soul

>>3310981
>3 AL, Move 2,2,2
>4 AL, Climb up vines, 2
>2 AL, Recover Fatigue

Bulvar
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 16
Harm 2 | Sense 2 | Resist 2 | Solve 1
@Loose Cloth
#Scragblade [Blade] Heft 2 1 + .5Harm, 10% Bleed, 1% Profuse Bleed crit >2: Puncture
#Plankfriend [Shield] .5Harm, 20% Stun Block 1.33xAL 12 HP
{Scavenger 1} {Breaking 1.25}
==Condition==
Wounds 4
Misfortune 1
Fatigue 3
==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!The Quick and the Dead
!Secret Soul

>>3310981
>catch breath 6AL
>move 333
Wow, you really did a number to those archers.
Hm...

[ Scryansi ]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 15
Harm 2 | Sense 2 | Resist 1 | Solve 1
@Body
#Hand1
#Glimmershard [Knife], 2 + .5 Harm. Crit3+: Steal Thought. 10% Bleed.
{Knives 1.5}
==Condition==
Wounds! 10

==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!Zanshir
!Secret Soul
!Perfect Circle

>>3311196
About did a number to myself too, didn't think it'd settle down.

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. . .

The wilder flickers her long fingers through a ceaseless battery of sign language. They seem agitated as their fingers stab towards the sky!

Something on the wind. A faint buzz. . .

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==Lost==
Sac1 | Silas | So2 H2
Sac2 | Bulvar | Re2 Se2
Ghost3 | Scryansi | H2 Se2
Hemo4 | Paran | So2 Su2
Sac5 | Sacnite | So2

--

A few sparse breaths clutched from the wind. Enough to keep fatigue at bay.

--

The legio outpost is bears all the regalia of soldiers on parade ground display, if one but ignores the stains and the corpses. They look peaceful in their own way. The vines are wrapped around them, growing over them, growing from from them .Some appear to have burst apart from the inside as some odd windflung seed took deep root in their guts and wormed its way up and out and free. Scavenged detritus litter the ground and the dead bear a resemblance to those we have sent to join them, here, to rest among the corpses.

An assumption, then. The Addled and the Legios here are all of a kind, and the corpses that litter the ground are simply those Addled that - sunfed and watergorged - finally lay down to blossom.

Most of the Legio Camp appear decrepit. There is not much armament here but avaricious eyes can glance a few odd bits of likely scavenge.

>Marked with a White Star are those items that are easy to see. There may yet be more hidden, but it would require keener eyes (HIGHER SENSE) to notice it.

>One climbs the tower much like the vines - 2 AL per "Up".

> it is so very quiet, except for that windborne sound of low, moaning misery... Recover 1 Fatigue per AL, 2x if you have Catch Breath!

> [ LOST QUIET PHASE ]

Rolled 19, 91, 13, 5, 100, 88 = 316 (6d100)

>>3311413
"More bugs Mask?"
>>3311503
"Hold on Scarf, sorry about the gas."
>2Al: Move 22
>Wrap Loose Cloth around my face to protect myself from any Knifesmoke residue left
>4Al: Climb up the tower by 2
>3Al: Cut the vine holding Scarf
>Push 6
>3Al: Use Kinematics to safely jump down
>3Al: Reaction: Dodge N

[ Silas ]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 15
Harm 2 | Sense 1 | Resist 1 | Solve 2
@Loose Cloth
#Hands 1 & 2: Firewatch Spear, 1 + .66 Harm, Reach 2, 15% Stun. Crit >2: Puncture. ,**Thrust! Hit 2 targets in a line. Roll once.
Jagged Rock, 15% Stun. Pain. [Fling]
1 x Greedvine [Rope] Length 2.
7 Bits
Vial of [0009]: Throw it at 4+Sense range! It hits a 3x3 area.
{Scavenger 1}
{Kinematics 1.2}
==Condition==
Wounds 8
Misfortune 1
Pain 10
Fatigue 6

==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!The Quick and the Dead
!Secret Soul

>>3311537
>Forgot to note I'm using the Jagged Rock to cut the vine

Rolled 87, 57, 35, 28, 74, 74, 78, 100, 89, 89, 6, 73, 71 = 861 (13d100)

>>3311503
Maybe there lay yet greater prizes for the keener of us.
Yet... I wish for only one thing.
>search for more knives (9AL)
Handy projectiles, serviceable weapons, and, in a pinch, a medical implement. What more is there to love?

[ Scryansi ]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 15
Harm 2 | Sense 2 | Resist 1 | Solve 1
@Body
#Hand1
#Glimmershard [Knife], 2 + .5 Harm. Crit3+: Steal Thought. 10% Bleed.
{Knives 1.5}
==Condition==
Wounds! 10

==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!Zanshir
!Secret Soul
!Perfect Circle

>>3311503
"I return"
>Spawn?

[1023]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 15
Harm 2 | Sense 1 | Resist 1 | Support 1 I Solve 2
@Body
#Hand 1: Scrapwood Javelin [Thrown] 2x left
-Harm, Sense+4 Range, 20% Stun, 10% Bleed, 5% Impale
#Hand 2: Reinforced Plankfriend
[shield]
.5Harm, 25% Stun
Block 1.5xAL
18 HP, 2 DR.

{Scavenger 1}
==Condition==
8 Fatigue

==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!Quick and the Dead
!Secret Soul

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==Lost==
Sac1 | Silas | So2 H2
Sac2 | Bulvar | Re2 Se2
Ghost3 | Scryansi | H2 Se2
Hemo4 | Paran | So2 Su2
Sac5 | Sacnite | So2
Sac6 | 1023 | H2 So2

--

Scarf drops from their little trap with alacrity. Silas avoids a concussion by dent of effort but in scrabbling away from the falling bartersoul, Silas feet punches through the dry ribs of a lone carcass. The spindly bones drag against their shoes...

This man here looks less serene than his fallen peers. Hacked apart with great violence. Scraps of the standard half calcified above is draped across his fallen form. Time and vines have eaten into the cloth the man wears, and it was never armor, but it appears authorative. A faint memory. A tinge of a recollection . . . Did Silas know this fallen?

>Something tugs at your mind, but flees....

--

Scryansi takes their time to scan the camp. Closest a hefty blade has fallen, a sword of stout design. A bow has dropped from the... remains above and further on, there, near the rock - armor. Armour fit to wear. In the shadow of a tower a lockbox hides odd contents.

--

Scarf
Ah! Soft-soul friends! Free we are again! And now, the detritus of empire awaits us! All the wonders of a world of corpses, freshly scavenged by other, deadlier hands! But less us not despair, soft-souls. We have a flag and a tower and, ah, an almost whole tent!

Do you hear what Scarf hears? The heady clank of heavy steps?

[ LOST PHASE ]

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>>3311537
!!!

Masks nods. Just once. And points to the far distance. At the Pit.

>>3311638
"Mmhm?"
>Move: 6,6.
>6 ap Using my dagger and some ingenuity tear skull off the killed foe.
>Gain 3 fatigue to gain 3 alacrity and using 4 alacrity bash the back part of the skull off and wear it as a Pauldron.


[1023]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 15
Harm 2 | Sense 1 | Resist 1 | Support 1 I Solve 2
@Body
#Hand 1: Scrapwood Javelin [Thrown] 2x left
-Harm, Sense+4 Range, 20% Stun, 10% Bleed, 5% Impale
#Hand 2: Reinforced Plankfriend
[shield]
.5Harm, 25% Stun
Block 1.5xAL
18 HP, 2 DR.
1x Jagged rock
{Scavenger 1}
==Condition==
4 Fatigue

==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!Quick and the Dead
!Secret Soul

>>3311638
"Guess we better leave then"
>6 Al, Move 2,2,2,2,2,2
>3 AL, Dodge: 4

Bulvar
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 16
Harm 2 | Sense 2 | Resist 2 | Solve 1
@Loose Cloth
#Scragblade [Blade] Heft 2 1 + .5Harm, 10% Bleed, 1% Profuse Bleed crit >2: Puncture
#Plankfriend [Shield] .5Harm, 20% Stun Block 1.33xAL 12 HP
{Scavenger 1} {Breaking 1.25}
==Condition==
Wounds 4
Misfortune 1
Fatigue 3
==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!The Quick and the Dead
!Secret Soul

>>3311680
>Gain 3 fatigue to move 4,4,4,
>Fatigue should be at....10!

>>3311638
"Why does this....no, no more important things at hand, like nightmare spiders and some actual armor!"
>3Al: Move 882
>Pick up and put on Armor
>6Al: Catch breath for 6 Fatigue

[ Silas ]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 15
Harm 2 | Sense 1 | Resist 1 | Solve 2

Face: Loose Cloth
#Hands 1 & 2: Firewatch Spear, 1 + .66 Harm, Reach 2, 15% Stun. Crit >2: Puncture. ,**Thrust! Hit 2 targets in a line. Roll once.
Jagged Rock, 15% Stun. Pain. [Fling]
1 x Greedvine [Rope] Length 2.
7 Bits
Vial of [0009]: Throw it at 4+Sense range! It hits a 3x3 area.
{Scavenger 1}
{Kinematics 1.2}
==Condition==
Wounds 8
Misfortune 2
Pain 10

==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!The Quick and the Dead
!Secret Soul

>>3311638
>loot blade
Doesn’t quite look like a knife, but...
>move 43
>loot box
A pretty little thing, nonetheless.

[ Scryansi ]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 15
Harm 2 | Sense 2 | Resist 1 | Solve 1
@Body
#Hand1
#Glimmershard [Knife], 2 + .5 Harm. Crit3+: Steal Thought. 10% Bleed.
{Knives 1.5}
==Condition==
Wounds! 10

==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!Zanshir
!Secret Soul
!Perfect Circle

>>3311696
>Note I do not have a Vial of 0009

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==Lost==
Sac1 | Silas | So2 H2
Sac2 | Bulvar | Re2 Se2
Ghost3 | Scryansi | H2 Se2
Hemo4 | Paran | So2 Su2
Sac5 | Sacnite | So2
Sac6 | 1023 | H2 So2

--

To the victor, the spoils - yes?

>>3311680
Grisly, and rather bored through with the consummate voracity of predatory seeds. This skull will do you little for defence, but it does offer rather grand incentive to get out of your way.

>You have a Seed-worn Skull Pauldron.
>1 DR. !Fragile. *Accessory

>>3311696
The bounty of the undergrowth. This plate, torn and ragged, pulled from someone in heady flight. A worn cape runs down the back, ragged, but the plates are Bonded Steel and will not bow to neither wind nor rain, seed or woe. An officers prize.

But where is the Officer?

>Stalwart Spear Cuirass
>3 DR Physical. *Warded.
>Max Speed 1, Heavy.

>>3311739
Someone left this here. Bonded Steel. Someone has scratched a signature in the hilt, worn from long, lethal work in heavy hands.
>" From SR - To Guard You "
This blade is fine-made, unlike the rusted scrap irons that the Addled bring to battle. Deadly sharp, and at the edge, a winding strand of green. A signature of masters forge...

>The Gift [Longblade]
>3 + Harm, Crit 10%.

in the lockbox, odd scavenge... A cold cloth bag contains an assortment of instruments. It seems to be in pieces. But there is some structure to the chaos. Perhaps... if time is spent, we could assemble this curious thing into whatever it is meant to be?

>The lockbox is full of BITS.
>It would take 7 Solve Success in total to re-assemble the innards.

[ LOST PHASE ]

Rolled 88, 86, 37, 35, 81, 52 = 379 (6d100)

>>3311638
>3Al: Move 332
>6Al: Lay hands on the bug. Replace condition {Cerebovorando} with {Paran Theticl}

[ Paran Thitecl ]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 16
Harm 1 | Sense 1 | Resist 1 | Solve 2 | Support 2
@Stained Robe: 2DR vs Chem + Fire
#Scragbow: 1+ .25Harm +Projectile. 4+Sense Range.
#Blood
-#2xRough Arrows. 1d. 10% Bleed.
{Scavenger 1}
{Woeheart}
==Condition==
Misfortune 1
Bleed 0
Wounds 5
Fatigue 8

==Talents==
!Push
!Secret Soul
!Pathogenic Transference
!Sympathetic Vitae

>>3312093
Are you sure this is wise, blood-soul?

>>3312084
The Gift [Longblade]
3 + Harm, Crit 10%, *Lethal

The "Lethal" is important. Very. Very important.

>>3312136
Cerebovorando is dead. Paran is alive. One flesh, two flesh, many? What matters this? (It's a terrible idea, but hey, being here, dealing with all this shit is too. Oh, look, the giant is back. Joy.)

Rolled 18, 75, 57, 70, 96, 46, 16, 6, 88, 15 = 487 (10d100)

>>3312142
Might I ask what Heavy and Max Speed means?
>>3312084
"Even a cape, I look quite gallant now eh? But the curiosity is starting to gnaw at me."
>2Al: Move 65
>Push 3
>10Al: Wrack my brain for that fleeting memory of this...Captain?

[ Silas ]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 15
Harm 2 | Sense 1 | Resist 1 | Solve 2

Face: Loose Cloth
Body:Stalwart Spear Cuirass, 3 DR Physical, *Warded, Max Speed 1, Heavy.
#Hands 1 & 2: Firewatch Spear, 1 + .66 Harm, Reach 2, 15% Stun. Crit >2: Puncture. ,**Thrust! Hit 2 targets in a line. Roll once.
Jagged Rock, 15% Stun. Pain. [Fling]
1 x Greedvine [Rope] Length 2.
7 Bits
Vial of [0009]: Throw it at 4+Sense range! It hits a 3x3 area.
{Scavenger 1}
{Kinematics 1.2}
==Condition==
Wounds 8
Misfortune 2
Pain 10

==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!The Quick and the Dead
!Secret Soul

Rolled 7, 56, 20, 82, 10, 85, 90, 6, 67 = 423 (9d100)

>>3312084
A pretty little blade, you. And now I have one for each hand! But, ah...
I don't know how to use a sword very well.

Hey, Silas, there's some... stuff... in here. You're smart with your hands, right? Figure this out.
>>3312142
Is my precious little glimmershard not lethal, too?

...ah, fuck it.
>begin assembling BITS (9AL)

[ Scryansi ]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 15
Harm 2 | Sense 2 | Resist 1 | Solve 1
@Body
#The Gift [Longblade], 3 + Harm. Crit 10%. *Lethal
#Glimmershard [Knife], 2 + .5 Harm. Crit3+: Steal Thought. 10% Bleed.
{Knives 1.5}
==Condition==
Wounds! 10

==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!Zanshir
!Secret Soul
!Perfect Circle

>>3312185
"Busy thinking...I think I know this dead guy."

>>3312185
It is much, much worse than merely Lethal.

>>3312171
Everyone has a Speed Stat. A Max imposes a Max. As for some things being Heavy. . . They render you less acrobatically airborne and, Scarf suggests, you avoid long sea voyages in angry seas where you might end up falling overboard. The heavy weight of your stout protection will drag you to the depths below.

>>3312211
Got it, avoid getting bumped into the lake

>>3312217
Or such trifling inconvenience as heights, slippery obstacles or suspended bridges across yawning chasms.

But good for standing your ground in the face of adversity, and liable to render you unable to be shoved around.

File: Legio Camp Pristine Event.png (1.09 MB, 1548x1040)

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>>3312171
the winding strands of memory are treacherous and alien, odd wiggling worms buried deep in the soil of your skull. You pluck at them carefully. Sunlight. Oil. The low rumble of marching feet mixes with the cloying stink of cookfires, each and all bubbling with the fragrant stink you know to be the odd blossoms of the greedvine. The past mingling with the olfactory punch of the present.

A officer with a low voice used to commanding leans stands at rigid attention, steel-wires spun where the spine of lesser men rest.

SOLDIER! ! !

REPORT! WHAT IS THE SITUATION IN THE FACILITY?

the facility?
You think... The Pit. Memories mixes and swims, oil and water... You remember a facility. A deep running thrum shakes the smooth walls. You've found shadows and broken meat that used to be guardians.

Yes. You are here to report...

> That the Facility is Empty And Quiet
> That the Facility is Autonomously Running, But Abandoned
> That the Facility is corroded beyond measure . . .
> . . . Maybe something else?

>>3312473
Silas faces the commander and slips into a familiar disciplined stance as he recalls the smell of the dead and dying, and the lung shaking beats like marching drums from the auto-cycling machinery creating things he wasn't paid enough to consider.

SIR! THE FACILITY IS RUNNING ON ITS OWN, ITS GUARDIANS WERE TORN TO PIECES BY THOSE DAMNED THINGS. WE SHOULD BE ON OUR GUARD AS WE ADVANCE.

>>3312570
In reality, Silas's eyes glaze. Rigidly he assumes a soldiers stance and begins shouting ancient reports into the empty air, has he gone spore mad?

File: Legio_22.png (2.65 MB, 2381x1581)

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==Lost==
Sac1 | Silas | So2 H2
Sac2 | Bulvar | Re2 Se2
Ghost3 | Scryansi | H2 Se2
Hemo4 | Paran | So2 Su2
Sac5 | Sacnite | So2
Sac6 | 1023 | H2 So2

---

>>3312185
This goes here - this - there - that thing aligns - but... no, not yet. But soon. So very soon.

>But what is this odd pipe with bulbous mechanism? And why do you have all these bolts?

>>3312093
The limited essence of the broken cerebovorando is not quite enough to contain the scintillating coruscation of light that is you. But maybe if you push just a bit more past your limit...

[ Lost Phase ]

Rolled 12, 25, 58, 11, 42 = 148 (5d100)

>>3312695
"Huh, where am...? Oh, right everything has gone to Hell. Those footfalls, one of the Guardians? Damnit Silas, remember the training you should have."
>4Al: Move 666,6
>5Al: Try to remember my training as a soldier

Face: Loose Cloth
Body:Stalwart Spear Cuirass, 3 DR Physical, *Warded, Max Speed 1, Heavy.
#Hands 1 & 2: Firewatch Spear, 1 + .66 Harm, Reach 2, 15% Stun. Crit >2: Puncture. ,**Thrust! Hit 2 targets in a line. Roll once.
Jagged Rock, 15% Stun. Pain. [Fling]
1 x Greedvine [Rope] Length 2.
7 Bits
{Scavenger 1}
{Kinematics 1.2}
==Condition==
Wounds 8
Misfortune 2
Pain 10
Fatigue 3

==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!The Quick and the Dead
!Secret Soul

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>>3312575
>>3312570
The damp and the dark drags ragged claws into our souls. Ten scouts in. Three scouts out. And at that, one to soon be a corpse.

You recall the intrepid advance, the jagged pit, the holes dug into the world by the Theurges to slide their machinery into side wise sidereal. And the beating heart there, triumphant and serene and all too slick with the intent of the Other, bound in void and world.

It ran on its own, a rebel heartbeat.

Scholae Fortisini takes in your words with a tranquillity that borders on the meditative and then, nods, just once, just so, a mountain made to move against its will.

Voidstar and the Witch. Fickle wards and fallen Guardians. They promised and pledged us to this damnable task and so we will. Thank you for your report.

Tell me - did they raise an alarm? Was it intruders? Or ... did they Meddle, once again?

You know - although you know not quite why you know - that Scholae Fortisini does not falter and seldom, if at all, fails. And yet that word, that slight tremble in the voice, the stoic mien cracks for a lightning flash moment. Meddlers. Never a grand sign

>Counsel an all out assault, to alleviate the heresy before it takes root
>Counsel careful probing, because the subversive servitors will spell out their own defenders to replace the dead guardians and make a charnel house of the careless approach
>Counsel a retreat. This is not enough. We are not enough. And the things you have glimpsed in the dark below... No.
> . . . Something else, perhaps?

[ MEMORY PHASE ]

Rolled 82, 13, 71, 40, 41, 1, 50, 10, 79 = 387 (9d100)

>>3312695
Mhmm. Uhuh. I...
I don't get it.
>continue assembling BITS (9AL)
It... must be important, right?
Why would they put it here otherwise?

[ Scryansi ]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 15
Harm 2 | Sense 2 | Resist 1 | Solve 1
@Body
#The Gift [Longblade], 3 + Harm. Crit 10%. *Lethal
#Glimmershard [Knife], 2 + .5 Harm. Crit3+: Steal Thought. 10% Bleed.
{Knives 1.5}
==Condition==
Wounds! 10

==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!Zanshir
!Secret Soul
!Perfect Circle

>>3312739
Silas tried to focus past the hellish circumstance he had escaped into exactly what it was he saw. Then he had it, why his squad had not noticed what was amiss until they found the corpses and were set upon.

"Sir, they had little reason until it was too late, the facility looks to be running as normal, they were too focused to see the subversion before it was too late."

Everything in Silas wanted to tell the Scholae that they should run, run until this damned jungle faded to desert sand. But what even one of those things did to Quintus...and the half dead mumbling of the soon to be dead Cossus. They could not be allowed to multiply.

"If I may, we must contain this situation as soon as possible, but we do not gain anything from panicking and charging. We must plan an offensive to shut this damned factory down...and send runners out to warn the rest in case we fail. First, we should go over what we know, if luck shines on us the Theurges could have left a fail safe in case of such an incursion."

>>3312830
>Trial by careful Trial.
>Gain +1 Solve

You assemble the gadget, bind the gizmo, wire the thing to the widget and-- there-- it is complete. It came naturally to you, rising from some hollow part of your soul from deadened repetition. Your hands knew this work, have done it time and time and time again.

The Legion never had much luck with gunpowder. The blackened stuff is too volatile, cunning enemies too quick to light a spark or twist a match. And against the Elementalists of Vanadian bent, bringing barrels full of fire-fuel is a bloodsoaked invitation to an early mass grave.

The House of the Bonde adapts, in all things. You know now what this device is. And you try to suppress a smile . . . An air-rifle. Pathfinder make.

>Pathfinder Rifle ("Faith")
>Range: (2+Sense)x2, +1 AL/+1 Range
>2 + .75Harm [Kills], 15% Pierce, 10% Bleed, 5%Stun
>Ammo 10/10. Burst! 1 AM for +1 Dice.

>>3312739
>Scavenge what makeshift armor and clothing I can find tear cloaks from bodies, fabric from waists in an effort to find something to shield myself from the cold.


[1023]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 15
Harm 2 | Sense 1 | Resist 1 | Support 1 I Solve 2
@Body
#Hand 1: Scrapwood Javelin [Thrown] 2x left
-Harm, Sense+4 Range, 20% Stun, 10% Bleed, 5% Impale
#Hand 2: Reinforced Plankfriend
[shield]
.5Harm, 25% Stun
Block 1.5xAL
18 HP, 2 DR.
Seed-worn Skull Pauldron.
>1 DR. !Fragile. *Accessory
1x Jagged rock
{Scavenger 1}
==Condition==
10 Fatigue

==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!Quick and the Dead
!Secret Soul

>>3312988
(Sorry i was asleep o3o)
>Do this and if possible begin to scrimshaw the bone pauldron.

>>3312992
any pattern in particular?

>>3312994
A wagon and perhaps some ill beast that only exists within the mortal mind.

>>3312960
Wow, you're pretty.
But, not quite my weapon.
...
Hey, Silas, check this out.

Rolled 76, 12, 58, 44, 32, 68, 33, 20, 94, 29 = 466 (10d100)

>>3312695
"(Limits? I have no limits, just unreached milestones.) Mine."
>Push! 2
>10Al: Continue Claim
>1Al: Strafe 3
"My Blood. My Flesh. (One skin, two skin. Red skin, green skin.)"

[ Paran Thitecl ]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 16
Harm 1 | Sense 1 | Resist 1 | Solve 2 | Support 2
@Stained Robe: 2DR vs Chem + Fire
#Scragbow: 1+ .25Harm +Projectile. 4+Sense Range.
#Blood
-#2xRough Arrows. 1d. 10% Bleed.
{Scavenger 1}
{Woeheart}
==Condition==
Misfortune 1
Bleed 0
Wounds 5
Fatigue 10

==Talents==
!Push
!Secret Soul
!Pathogenic Transference
!Sympathetic Vitae

File: Legio_23.png (2.64 MB, 2381x1581)

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==Lost==
Sac1 | Silas | So2 H2
Sac2 | Bulvar | Re2 Se2
Ghost3 | Scryansi | H2 Se2
Hemo4 | Paran | So2 Su2
Sac5 | Sacnite | So2
Sac6 | 1023 | H2 So2

--

Ah. Just what the Leviathan Sea needed. Another reason to never stop screaming. Blend the edge of yourself to find all the places you can reach. Identity pumped through the coarse, constructive medium of veins and arteries.

But one can be more. If we could only make our frantic heart respond to the command to make dead flesh beat.

--

>>3312992
>>3312988
There are plenty of leavings, scraps and the lost gear of imperial ambition scattered here. Cloaks and scraps of vine-seeded cloth, half a bit of iron, a ring of steel. You can fashion crude artifice, in a sense, but your raggamuffin attire will do you little good in polite society (Albeit it might ward off the stings of countless barbs of misfortune).

>Your Flowing Cloth is converted to Ragged Tattercloak!
>1 DR *Fragile *Flammable *Environment Protection

[ LOST PHASE ]

File: Legio Camp Pristine Event 3.png (1.34 MB, 1548x1040)

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>>3312841
>>3312714
The Scholae takes in your report. Pain bleeds through the edges of your words. Fortisini let it wash over him. It was ever thus. The man is a ocean, soaking in the worries of his cohort with impeccable imperturbability. But when the waters of his mind have churned over the magnitude of the task before the small army, runs one gauntleted hand down the hilt of his blade.

Then we must. The Flame will see us through this trying task. I shall set the Signallers and Fort Scorpspire. They shall know in Kalcmir. And we shall go, in the depths below.

Walk with me.

Something snags at the edge of your recollection. Was this what happened? With one brief bark from the Schoalae, the proud parade-ground demeanour of the arranged troops descend into a frenzy of activity. Lines are formed, men sharpen blades, munitions are rolled forward. The Facility below awaits.

Your insight amuses me. The High Theurges when they build their little boils in the earth, yes, they layer ward on wards on wards again and then, like cretins, subdue the superstructure of their sordid ambition with backdoors and failsaves and twice-tested overrides. A few years spent learning how to build proper fortifications might do them good but, then

A smile blows by the calm water of the Scholae so quickly you are not sure if this is your memory failing, or your present interposing mirth

they were never ones for shovels. Or dirt. We advance. The Shieldguard shall go first. We will take torches and flames and rope and build a bridge of light into the depths. The Servitors are spawned from subversion and have turned on their Guardians. I have some small measure of knowledge of these things. Birthed in the dark, they will be unaccustomed to the light and the flame.

So we shall introduce them.

A wall of soldiers march past. One woman drops her guard for just a moment. You can taste the palpable terror of her sweat. But she lurches on, after a heartbeat. And - curiously - Fortisini and you have a quiet moment to yourselves in the split-moments before another squad cross the open yard. The Scholae leans - looms - closer.

And he does not look at all like you almost remember, expression twisted into a storm so intense you step back.

NOW. SOLDIER. IN THE FACILITY. WHAT OF THE OPERANT SOUL?

The staff? The Guardians were slaughtered but... you remember gore-coated passages and pain, and mewling Cossus, one pressure-plate too incautious.

>In truth, we saw no surviving attendants. They must have fallen with the Guardians.
>S-sir, perhaps some small remnant might yet be sealed in rooms or barricades...
>They are there. They fought us.
> . . . Or perhaps something else, entire?

[ MEMORY PHASE ]

>>3314930
"Interesting, now onto other matters what is this?"
>Move: 4,4,4,2
>3 ap investigate what is on that * sign 2 of me? Or is that merely the masked figure?
>1 AP recover 1 fatigue

[1023]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 15
Harm 2 | Sense 1 | Resist 1 | Support 1 I Solve 2
@Body: Ragged tattercloak 1 Dr *Fragile* *Flammable* *Environment protection*
#Hand 1: Scrapwood Javelin [Thrown] 2x left
-Harm, Sense+4 Range, 20% Stun, 10% Bleed, 5% Impale
#Hand 2: Reinforced Plankfriend
[shield]
.5Harm, 25% Stun
Block 1.5xAL
18 HP, 2 DR.
Seed-worn Skull Pauldron.
1 DR. !Fragile. *Accessory
1x Jagged rock
{Scavenger 1}
==Condition==
7Fatigue

==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!Quick and the Dead
!Secret Soul

Rolled 78, 10, 30, 86, 30, 3, 31, 28, 34, 45, 35, 18 = 428 (12d100)

>>3314930
>grip knife against handguard, forming a close quarters stance (8AL)
>move 7
Hey, Paran! Might wanna, uh, hurry up. Unrelated to anything that may or may not be behind you.

[ Scryansi ]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 16
Harm 2 | Sense 2 | Resist 1 | Solve 2
@Body
#Pathfinder Rifle "Faith", Range: [8](2+Sense)*2, +1AL/+1 range. 2 + .75Harm [Kills], 15% Pierce, 10% Bleed, 5% Stun. (10/10, rof 1 @ 1)
#Glimmershard [Knife], 2 + .5 Harm. Crit3+: Steal Thought. 10% Bleed.
Inv:
The Gift [Longblade], 3 + Harm. Crit 10%. *Lethal
{Knives 1.5}
==Condition==
Wounds! 10
Misfortune! 1

==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!Zanshir
!Secret Soul
!Perfect Circle

Rolled 53, 51, 50, 65 = 219 (4d100)

>>3315004
"W-we did not see any living, but the dead did not match how many there should be, sir. Some may have escaped the initial onslaught."
>>3315004
Silas, only half aware of reality, stumbles around Coyote and out towards the gate, as a past him moves alongside the Scholae to join the assault force.
>2Al: Move 77
>3Al: Catch breath and recover 3 Fatigue
>4Al: Keep focus on the memory, ignore the pain

Face: Loose Cloth
Body:Stalwart Spear Cuirass, 3 DR Physical, *Warded, Max Speed 1, Heavy.
#Hands 1 & 2: Firewatch Spear, 1 + .66 Harm, Reach 2, 15% Stun. Crit >2: Puncture. ,**Thrust! Hit 2 targets in a line. Roll once.
Jagged Rock, 15% Stun. Pain. [Fling]
1 x Greedvine [Rope] Length 2.
7 Bits
{Scavenger 1}
{Kinematics 1.2}
==Condition==
Wounds 8
Misfortune 2
Pain 10

==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!The Quick and the Dead
!Secret Soul

>>3315117
>>3314930
I meant to link to this as well

Rolled 98, 49, 11, 76, 43 = 277 (5d100)

>>3314930
"(Hey, bonus legs! Neat.) Stopped heart? Just needs more blood."
>4al: drag ourselves 44
>5al: Continue claim, produce needed blood

[ Paran Thitecl ]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 16
Harm 1 | Sense 1 | Resist 1 | Solve 2 | Support 2
@Stained Robe: 2DR vs Chem + Fire
#Scragbow: 1+ .25Harm +Projectile. 4+Sense Range.
#Blood
-#2xRough Arrows. 1d. 10% Bleed.
{Scavenger 1}
{Woeheart}
==Condition==
Misfortune 1
Bleed 0
Wounds 5
Fatigue 10

==Talents==
!Push
!Secret Soul
!Pathogenic Transference
!Sympathetic Vitae

>>3314930
"Friends, are we going to fight or fly? I say we fly, no need to take any unneeded risks with this guy"

>>3315944
A consideration worth making. We could... escape. Leave this place behind.

>>3315944
>>3315960
Silas fade a little more back into reality. "NO, No, no, it-this place must be contained. The subversion we failed to stop cannot..must not spread. H-he is wounded too, and scrap steel will be useful for us."

>>3315113
Many clever uses of knife and rifle in conjunction are possible. But the air-rifle is far too unwieldy to casually accept the presence of the shimmering hole in the world you call a knife. One would need... more hands.

Perhaps that friend of yours with the insectile bent can help?

Rolled 39, 73, 95, 47, 65, 70, 66, 41, 13, 22, 75, 65, 87, 41, 87 = 886 (15d100)

>>3314930
Oh a lot happened last night, and I had the thread closed the whole time... Should I keep a closer eye next weekend?

Anyway, what is that thing? Is that orange its blood? I'll try to slow it down, it doesn't look very friendly.

> Use Push 6 times
> 15AL throw my rock at the big red thing

[ Sacnite ]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 14
Harm 1 | Sense 1 | Resist 1 | Solve 2
@Loose Flowing Cloth
#Jagged Rock, 15% Stun. Pain. [Fling]
#Empty Hand
{Scavenger 1}
{Kinematics 1}
==Condition==
Tired!
Fatigue 6
==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!Quick and the Dead (inactive)
!Secret Soul

>>3317251
>>3289480
> Base effect is your intent
Does that mean that whenever I try to harm, sense or resist something, I always get one success no matter how much dice I roll, and if I try to solve I get two, or does it mean something else?

>>3317257
>>3317251
Presupposing you don't miss in such a way as to make your effort entirely in vain, then yes, that is the nature of things. One on harm, two on Solve. This is why raising intention is good.

Should there be a need for passive defence or passive knowledge acquisition or such, your stats also come in. Everyone resists for their Resist against problems, innately, and crafted equipment is constrained by solve.

But it does vary slightly, depending on tools. Try to harm someone with a bag of wet cloth and it'll come out as .5 Harm. Other equipment might read:

>Precise Instruments: 2 + .75 Solve,

Your base effect here is 3.5 if you have 2 Solve and 5 if you have 4 Solve.

Rolled 97, 33, 63, 22, 18, 12, 51, 54, 4, 56, 30, 22 = 462 (12d100)

>>3317178
>>3314930
In any case, that makes my decision-making a little simpler.
>switch to rifle
>push 4AL
>shoot the giant (12AL, 12dice)

[ Scryansi ]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 16
Harm 2 | Sense 2 | Resist 1 | Solve 2
@Body
#Pathfinder Rifle "Faith", Range: [8](2+Sense)*2, +1AL/+1 range. 2 + .75Harm [Kills], 15% Pierce, 10% Bleed, 5% Stun. (9/10, rof 1 @ 1)
#Glimmershard [Knife], 2 + .5 Harm. Crit3+: Steal Thought. 10% Bleed.
Inv:
The Gift [Longblade], 3 + Harm. Crit 10%. *Lethal
{Knives 1.5}
==Condition==
Wounds! 10
Misfortune! 1

==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!Zanshir
!Secret Soul
!Perfect Circle

File: Legio_24.png (2.63 MB, 2381x1581)

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==Lost==
Sac1 | Silas | So2 H2
Sac2 | Bulvar | Re2 Se2
Ghost3 | Scryansi | H2 Se2
Hemo4 | Paran | So2 Su2
Sac5 | Sacnite | So2
Sac6 | 1023 | H2 So2

---

A murder of commendable alacrity.

File: Legio Camp Pristine Event 4.png (1.35 MB, 1548x1040)

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==Lost==
Sac1 | Silas | So2 H2
Sac2 | Bulvar | Re2 Se2
Ghost3 | Scryansi | H2 Se2
Hemo4 | Paran | So2 Su2
Sac5 | Sacnite | So2
Sac6 | 1023 | H2 So2

--

>>3316281
>>3315121
>>3315117
Try as you might to resist the pull of reality, the subtle sensation of a kinetic round dragging a jagged tear across your cheek pulls you back from your reverie to the fetid vine-ladden camp of the present.

And all the now too staggeringly familiar corpses that dot its environ.

Fortsini's last words slither in your mind, something-- someone? Was he looking for... Ah, blast this spore laden air!

but you recall other things!

>You remember long hours of careful training and a few, frantic moments of too present panic
>You've gained Spears 1.5
>And long lost hours of Discipline. Add 2 Discipline to your Condition. It acts as armour against all the horrors of the world.

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Rolled 77, 28, 54, 100, 74, 79 = 412 (6d100)

==Lost==
Sac1 | Silas | So2 H2
Sac2 | Bulvar | Re2 Se2
Ghost3 | Scryansi | H2 Se2
Hemo4 | Paran | So2 Su2
Sac5 | Sacnite | So2
Sac6 | 1023 | H2 So2

---

>>3315054
The ground in front of your holds a small tinge of deadly knife-smoke from some previous munition and a

>#Scragbow [Bow]: 1+ .25Harm +Projectile. 4+Sense Range.

It is coated slightly with a layer of blood. The Wilder perks her head to one side and gives you a lingering gaze from beneath her mask, if as daring you to pick it up first.

>>3315364
So achingly close to Apotheosis. A little tiny further push.

But how far beyond can you take it?

--

Something boils from the depths, all endless claws and sweeping baleful eyes and hate. It smashes aside a rock with one titanic sweep of a tail raises itself on far too many hindlegs, odd sensory organs ravaging the air for trace of its escaped prey.

They very Prey, we dispatched.

Silas feels an odd dragging moment of vertigo as the past and the present mix --and-- was this something that-- the beating heart of the Facility pumped corrosive lights to the anchors to maintain the delicate balance of possible and potential that the Theurges required for their craft. It is not an easy thing to stitch an idea while-cloth into being. Take the humble Spitescorp. A capricious scavenger, prodigious in its malice, magnanimous in the festering hate it is willing to share with all it encounter, fortified in dense layer of organic armour and yet - for all the wonders of its millennia tested design by the inventive cruelty of nature - clearly flawed.

Far too small for one. And why did the forges of the jungle see fit to stop at one claw when more would do? And the carapace here, at the neck-joint, so perilously thin.

Ah.

But we need not heed the fastidious necessities of nature that ever seeks to balance violence with the demands of mere metabolic balance. We are not bound by the demands of tropic energy availability. We can do so much more

--

>>3318640
>>3317257
>>3317251
>>3315054
Struck by the presence of the thing you suffer 2 Terror.

>Silas resists with Discipline
>Paran is looking elsewhere
>Bulvar is looking elsewhere

[ LOST PHASE ]

>>3324928
>3AP stare at the bow then lock eyes with the wilder daring it to pick it up.
>3AP: Continue staring then motion with my my head towards my javelins with a hint of a smile.
>3Ap Use 3 ap to try to resist the terror.


[1023]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 15
Harm 2 | Sense 1 | Resist 1 | Support 1 I Solve 2
@Body: Ragged tattercloak 1 Dr *Fragile* *Flammable* *Environment protection*
#Hand 1: Scrapwood Javelin [Thrown] 2x left
-Harm, Sense+4 Range, 20% Stun, 10% Bleed, 5% Impale
#Hand 2: Reinforced Plankfriend
[shield]
.5Harm, 25% Stun
Block 1.5xAL
18 HP, 2 DR.
Seed-worn Skull Pauldron.
1 DR. !Fragile. *Accessory
1x Jagged rock
{Scavenger 1}
==Condition==
7Fatigue

==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!Quick and the Dead
!Secret Soul

I ... have just remembered an urgent business venture. Somewhere far away!

Rolled 44, 1, 66, 26, 13, 90 = 240 (6d100)

>>3324912
>-"Drag Ourselves" includes the larger body. It is/will be me.

>>3324928
>Push! 1
>6Al: I me mine we
>4Al: Small-self, climb over the wall 44

[ Paran Thitecl ]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 16
Harm 1 | Sense 1 | Resist 1 | Solve 2 | Support 2
@Stained Robe: 2DR vs Chem + Fire
#Scragbow: 1+ .25Harm +Projectile. 4+Sense Range.
#Blood
-#2xRough Arrows. 1d. 10% Bleed.
{Scavenger 1}
{Woeheart}
==Condition==
Misfortune 1
Bleed 0
Wounds 5
Fatigue 11

==Talents==
!Push
!Secret Soul
!Pathogenic Transference
!Sympathetic Vitae

Rolled 34, 39, 53, 14, 52, 35, 10 = 237 (7d100)

>>3324928
"Uh..Mask. Do you happen to have any more explosives? I think we're going to need them..."
>2Al: Move 33
>7Al: Search the Watchtower for a structural weakness, there must be some way to bring this thing down on this monster's head, or at least slow it down.

Face: Loose Cloth
Body:Stalwart Spear Cuirass, 3 DR Physical, *Warded, Max Speed 1, Heavy.
#Hands 1 & 2: Firewatch Spear, 1 + .66 Harm, Reach 2, 15% Stun. Crit >2: Puncture. ,**Thrust! Hit 2 targets in a line. Roll once.
Jagged Rock, 15% Stun. Pain. [Fling]
1 x Greedvine [Rope] Length 2.
7 Bits
{Scavenger 1}
{Kinematics 1.2}
{Spears 1.5}
==Condition==
Wounds 8
Misfortune 2
Pain 10
Discipline 2
==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!The Quick and the Dead
!Secret Soul

>>3324928
It's... um... that's...
I-I don't know about you folk, but I'm leaving. Going. Not fighting that thing.
>move 781 122 112

[ Scryansi ]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 16
Harm 2 | Sense 2 | Resist 1 | Solve 2
@Body
#Pathfinder Rifle "Faith", Range: [8](2+Sense)*2, +1AL/+1 range. 2 + .75Harm [Kills], 15% Pierce, 10% Bleed, 5% Stun. (9/10, rof 1 @ 1)
#Glimmershard [Knife], 2 + .5 Harm. Crit3+: Steal Thought. 10% Bleed.
Inv:
The Gift [Longblade], 3 + Harm. Crit 10%. *Lethal
{Knives 1.5}
==Condition==
Wounds! 8
Misfortune! 2
Fatigue! 3
Terror! 2

==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!Zanshir
!Secret Soul
!Perfect Circle

>>3326233
"Then I shall take my leave as well, hopefully you guys follow suit"
>5 AL, Move 2,2,2,2,2
>???? AL, Leave!

Bulvar
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 16
Harm 2 | Sense 2 | Resist 2 | Solve 1
@Loose Cloth
#Scragblade [Blade] Heft 2 1 + .5Harm, 10% Bleed, 1% Profuse Bleed crit >2: Puncture
#Plankfriend [Shield] .5Harm, 20% Stun Block 1.33xAL 12 HP
{Scavenger 1} {Breaking 1.25}
==Condition==
Wounds 4
Misfortune 1
Fatigue 3
==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!The Quick and the Dead
!Secret Soul

>>3327388
>>3326233
There is little valour in becoming another corpse in this debris strewn mass grave.

Count yourselves lucky to live! And wait but a flash, soft-souls, for Scarf to dash with you!

>You Have Left The Pit
>Gain +1 of Secret. Gain 1 Intention. Trade either for a Trick.

Rolled 70, 26, 83, 76, 85, 58, 64, 61, 89, 69, 54, 51, 60, 27, 4 = 877 (15d100)

>>3325755
[i]Nod[/i]

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Rolled 67, 34, 43, 6, 58, 60, 1, 22, 3, 19, 22, 50 = 385 (12d100)

>>3312093
>>3313211
>>3325537
Why pause at a mere four manipulators?

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Rolled 97, 71, 2, 40, 1 = 211 (5d100)

==Lost==
Sac1 | Silas | So2 H2
Sac2 | Bulvar | Re2 Se2
Ghost3 | Scryansi | H2 Se2
Hemo4 | Paran | So2 Su2
Sac5 | Sacnite | So2
Sac6 | 1023 | H2 So2

---

We find ourselves at a threshold between danger and uncertain safety. The other side is deeper jungle and odder green wildland but we have a mute guide and a scarf-wrapped wanderer.

1023 has a stare contest with a fashioned visage of bark that they notice now is crudely in the shape of a cerebovorando warrior caste head. The mask and the woman beneath it is still. Then - the Wild Chemicae nods once and takes a half step back. Paran picks up the bow. Victory?

>Terror reduced by 1

Silas looks up at the corpse-strewn outpost tower and its proud punctured standard. The Legion builds long and strong but many hours in harsh winds and this odd environment has eroded the stout imperium of this little outpost. One could bring it down, with fire and explosive force but it would take tremendous munitions. And we have none to spare. Latrans barks a half sudden sound like a laugh but too high pitched and rummages through deep pockets. Perhaps they have some device?

Silas remembers[/i] - this tower was built but the wood on the eastern side, there - yes! - flawed, just slightly, just enough to need extra reinforcement.

It could be done.

--

Scarf makes a dash for the far lockbox nested against a rock and flings it open. Scryansi sprints to catch up with the vanguard formed by Bulvar, who each make it safely away from the prying multitude of eyes of the thing.

Paran finally replaces the Cerebovorando with themselves, leaving behind a shucked corpse and scratching into the seed-bearing wind with fresh new hands.

Well.

After a fashion.

[ ENVIRONMENT PHASE ]

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==Lost==
Sac1 | Silas | So2 H2
Sac2 | Bulvar | Re2 Se2
Ghost3 | Scryansi | H2 Se2
Hemo4 | Paran | So2 Su2
Sac5 | Sacnite | So2
Sac6 | 1023 | H2 So2

---

The creature uncoils and slides, slick, forward into a snap that punches clean through the armor of the Greenspan night into the vine-tendril flesh below. It its torn off with slick ease.

>Sacnite takes 3 Terror
>1023 takes 3 Terror
>Silas takes 1 Terror
>Clay Latrans takes 3 Terror
>Scarf takes 3 Terror

--

>>3325537
Ah, this world tastes of new potential in exquisite chemical detail.

>Conditions reset. Intentions lost. Scavenger lost.
>Gain WoeHeart, gain Buzzsoul 2, Gain Close Combat 2.
>Gain a Trick! Layered Mind! Spend Instinct to move Buzz-soul or gain Buzzsoul [dice] bonus on an action.
>Regain Instinct by feeding, devouring, or Sensing. It accrues over time as well.
>Too much Instinct will make it difficult to resist the more ingrained impulses of this particular form - but too little will make it hard to control...
>Gain a Trick! [Devour]. This odd form requires prodigious amounts of feeding, but luckily, it is capable of tearing organic material apart with surprising ease.


[ Paran Thitecl ]
Alacrity 8 | Speed 2 | Limit 14
Harm 1 | Sense 1 | React 1 | Solve 1 | Support 1
{Woeheart 2}
{Buzzsoul 2}
{Close Combat 2}
#Manipulators, Crits: +Instinct. 10% Poison.
==Condition==
Instinct 5
==Talents==
!Push
!Secret Soul
!Pathogenic Transference
!Sympathetic Vitae
!Layered Mind
!Devour

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Clay Latrans

lingering hand-signs cut through the air. The Wild Chemicae has a small munitions device and they will set it. But to do so will block off our escape.

Dash, little friends. Run and hide. . .

[ LOST PHASE ]

>>3327804
"There Mask! There! Cram the charge into that awkward patch, then lets get the hell out of here!"
>9AL: Move 778,882,222
>Push 4
>4Al: 222,2

[ Silas ]
Alacrity 9 | Speed 1 | Limit 15
Harm 2 | Sense 1 | Resist 1 | Solve 2
Face: Loose Cloth
Body:Stalwart Spear Cuirass, 3 DR Physical, *Warded, Max Speed 1, Heavy.
#Hands 1 & 2: Firewatch Spear, 1 + .66 Harm, Reach 2, 15% Stun. Crit >2: Puncture. ,**Thrust! Hit 2 targets in a line. Roll once.
Jagged Rock, 15% Stun. Pain. [Fling]
1 x Greedvine [Rope] Length 2.
7 Bits
{Scavenger 1}
{Kinematics 1.2}
{Spears 1.5}
==Condition==
Wounds 8
Misfortune 2
Pain 10
Discipline 2
Terror 1
Fatigue 4
==Talents==
!Push
!Catch Breath
!The Quick and the Dead
!Secret Soul

Rolled 29, 93, 12 = 134 (3d100)

>>3327804
>2Al: Move 344 and slightly up, to Old Self
>3Al: Devour Old Self (and it's chem-resistant soft carapace)
>3Al: Move 222 222
>-Push for movement if I have misinterpreted the Speed stat
"Bzzz. Bzz-zt. (Oh, I seem to have left myself behind. Ah, well, on with the new, in with the old, right?)

[ Paran Thitecl ]
Alacrity 8 | Speed 2 | Limit 14
Harm 1 | Sense 1 | React 1 | Solve 1 | Support 1
{Woeheart 2}
{Buzzsoul 2}
{Close Combat 2}
#Manipulators, Crits: +Instinct. 10% Poison.
==Condition==
Instinct 5
==Talents==
!Push
!Secret Soul
!Pathogenic Transference
!Sympathetic Vitae
!Layered Mind
!Devour

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==Lost==
Sac1 | Silas | So2 H2
Sac2 | Bulvar | Re2 Se2
Ghost3 | Scryansi | H2 Se2
Eater4 | Paran |
Sac5 | Sacnite | So2
Sac6 | 1023 | H2 So2

---

Let's away from this place. It is better fit for corpses than our company.

---

[ 1 ]

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Rows of metallic spikes bloom like a field a spreading flower across the back of the creature from below - was this why it hunted the Greenspan knight? To consume and become?

This thing is spawned from the interior of the Theurgical Facility far below, a nightmare blemish on the waking world.

We dash for freedom, but in setting the charges, the Wild Chemicae is delayed. She runs and then, slows to a stumbling halt in front of a wall of claws.

[ 2 ]

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==Lost==
Sac1 | Silas | So2 H2
Sac2 | Bulvar | Re2 Se2
Ghost3 | Scryansi | H2 Se2
Eater4 | Paran | So2 Su2
Sac5 | Sacnite | So2
Sac6 | 1023 | H2 So2

---

>You have left The Pit
>Gain +1 of Secret, Gain 1 Intention. Trade either for a Trick.

---

A sun rolls briefly through the Outpost of the 10th, ash-specked winds lacing through the corpses. Debris flies. Latrans ducks, rolls with the shockwave - the thing rears back on sharp hind legs claws digging effortlessly into the dirt below.

It is quiet.
Everything is quiet.

It will be a long, long time before any of us can hear again.

[ 3 ]

>>3331251
>-Gain +1 of Secret, Gain 1 Intention.
>Reveal the Secrets of the Buzzsouled? Also, what are the details of {Close Combat}?

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You can make it far on empty stomachs and adrenaline, terror granting its own peculiar wings.

Miles later, our lungs give out. At least. For those of us who still have such mundane concerns as alveolus arrangement.

[ 4 ]

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A dagger of water has cut through the rock here in erratic pulses. The trees loom, whispering in the wind to each other of arboretums intent. We shelter in the shadows they provide and try to patch together our hamstrung memories.

The Wilder led us here, bleeding from a score of fragmentation scars. She has said little since. From beneath the mask an occasional half-sob is all.

Further away from the Pit the air is different. The first full lungful of easy breathing we have had in recent recollection, no burning tinge of invasive intent borne by the air. We can wash away the blood. Scarf produces a flint and - after some bumbling - ignites a small fire to shred the shadows.

Quiet and peace. A moment to collect ourselves.

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Clay

Mutters

Scarf

Well then! That went rather well all in all softsouls. Out of the pit and into the open wide world air and all the sights to see!

It's a rather rare thing for even Scarf to feel the rattling thunder of terror in these old weatherworn bones.

( One rather hopes it does not become too frequent an occurrence )

Thank you. It isn't every day one acquires a pet portfolio of half-lost Pytherian soldiers. Rattle your little memory stocks. What were you doing in the Pit of all places? The poor Addled took Scarf for a spot of spelunking, and none too kind at the grabbing either!

Now we find ourselves in some firewashed spatial uncertainity. Admittedly we are rather lost. Perhaps our quiet friend with the mask can guide us to their local village for a chance of resupply and the warm embrace of civilisation. After all this rope swinging a well-stuffed straw mattress and wicker-chair is high on Scarfs list of desires.

But . . . One would be a poor host at this shadow-sheltered copse if one did not offer a spot of delicacy to guests and wanderers. Share a secret!

What will you do now, little lost sacrifice souls?

And if it takes your keen interest, perhaps Scarf might make a barter or two for the wretchedness the tumultuous hammers of the world has etched into your bones?

==Camp==
Recover all Fatigue.
Recover Resist in as many other conditions as you want.

Any Condition can be offloaded to Scarf, who will happily trade it off of you. It may be wise to attempt to barter them for something.

--

You can trade and transfer Secrets amongst yourselves freely. Perhaps someone knows something you would like to know? Of course, doing so means you no longer know - otherwise it wouldn't be a secret, softsoul.

It might be wise to re-distribute gear and align yourselves in purpose.

Feel free to inquire, test, consider, converse and perform other activities. If doing so, simply state what you intend to do. Camp Phase does not spend Alacrity.

Don't forget that in Surviving, you have earned +1 Intention and +1 of Secret. You can trade either for a Trick.

>>3331280
>>3327803
Buzzsoul cover the intricacies of all the innumerable little agents that slave to keep the ecosystems of the world the way they are.

It is also called Chitinsoul or Carapaceheart or a host of other names. The more sterile label applied by the VSE is Entomotheurgy. It allows those with the steel soul for it to command and become like the insect-kin that crowd the world. It is the domain of poisons, adaption, specialisation, scents, stigmergy and a thousand tiny crawling eaters.

Use it to inflict confusion, compel scuttling creatures to do your bidding, adapt to situations and learn about anything that crawls.

Meanwhile, Close Combat covers rending claws and furious fists. Most people looking to perform violence insist armaments make it easier. A brave, foolish few prove them wrong on occasion. Hand to hand technique and brawling with any useful bodypart. Close Combat covers the ability to take things apart with your (not so bare?) manipulators or hands.

and, as always, thanks for playing

>>3331332
>Learn Red River, Gain 1 Attune Intention
>Testing and considering:
>-Buzzsoul & Woeheart open a path, but I am uncertain how best to attain it. Wounds and Poison are conditions that fall under my direct control. Apply Adaptation, and I should be able to poison foes that cause wounds. The problem: is this a reaction (set up anew each time), a stance (to be entered for a continual effect), or an imbument (to be triggered at a later time after being set up)?

>-Does the level of a Secret (Woeheart, Buzzsoul) also affect Range, or only Effect?

>-Attempt to sense the Wild Chemicae's [Conditional State] (current and prohibited Condtions)
>--Woeheart is 2, Sense is 1

>Barter
"Scarf, hello. (Do they just hear buzzing, or are these actual words this time?) I am Paran, still? Again? (I'm always Paran.) Do you have Instinct in your Collection? I will offer a deal if the answer is yes. Also if the answer is no. (Thief.)"

>>3331440
This is where the problem becomes more clear if we think of things in terms of outcome.

1:
>Reaction: [x] Alacrity on Buzzsoul to inflict [Poison].

Works once as a reaction on next event. You get your Alacrity x your Secret as rolled dice, hitting on 1-40, critting as usual, each hit being a stack of Poison. This gives you immediate high-burst response as a normal reaction.

2:
>Stance: Roll [x] Alacrity v Buzzsoul to Adapt, Poisonous Reaction

Hits are +1% on Poisonous Reaction. People that strike you and roll within the special rating trigger the response. As a Stance, you enter into it and maintain with 1 Alacrity. This doesn't give you a dicepool as with a normal reaction, and so, naturally, you have less consistent response but maintaining 6% Poisonous Reaction means those who attack with ill intent have a chance of suffering.

3:
>Imbuement: Roll [x] Alacrity v Buzzsoul to build up Poison Response.
>Reaction: Trigger Imbuement

Layers with a Imbuement. Trigger later for 1 Alacrity. Maintain with 1 Alacrity. This is effectively a delayed action as you imbue yourself with the capacity to do something and unleash it at a later time. It gets you the best parts of 1 and 2 but consumes your alacrity at a prodigious rate and slows you down as you maintain the potential.

--

Both the Stance and the Imbuement would count as a Condition, giving you a natural limit to how much you can prepare. Because they come from the same source (buzzsoul) the condition is on the same track.

--

The above is fully internalised within Buzzsoul, as you cloak yourself in poison and carapace. If your intent is to combine both Woeheart and Buzzsoul so you get two with a special trigger, that requires combining multiple Secrets and so is a bit more of action. You need to weave both separately.

It would go like this:

1: Spend Alacrity on Buzzsoul [ Generate Poison]
2: Spend Alacrity on Woeheart [ Bind poison to respond to Wounds]

That means you could create a stance by mixing your secrets.

1: Generate Poison Response.
>You get 5 Hits. 5%
2: Bind Poison Response to trigger on Wounding.
>You get 4 Hits. The stack is converted and 1% poison is lost.

--

The slightly more involved way of doing this final combination is because multiple Secrets influence each other, but you very rarely roll Secret + Secret. Separate domains.

However, it does allow such a thing as

>Buzz: Generate Poison
>Woe: Transfer Poison to target

Or the more involved

>Buzz: Adapt Armor [ 5dice]
>Woe: Share my new armor with my friends [5 dice]

Or the complex

>Buzz: Generate Parasites
>Woe: Influence Parasites to be devour bleed stacks
>Buzz: Spit Virulent Parasites at target

--

As for Range, it all starts at Reach 1. Range is a Trick. Perhaps Scarf can teach you...

>>>3331577

On the weathered off-chance a seeking soul might want to converse with someone . . .