Character Meet and Greet

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"You can design and create, and build the most wonderful place in the world. But it takes people to make the dream a reality."

I. Exploring Main Street! Take a trip through a little town taken straight from 1890's America. Visit the shops, dine at the restaurants- but don't forget you are here on a mission. As an Apprentice, you will need to gather some supplies. A weapon, or tool for producing magic.

But we understand if that corn dog cart on Market Street is your first stop.

II. Apprentice Class 101! Practice your spell casting and weaponship on the open commons behind the Firehouse. Sparring, casting or just general confusion abound here. Try not to hit anything or...anyone, the paint on the infirmary is still drying.

III. Look out! A level 2 corroded monster has managed to get onto Main Street! Protect the citizens and defeat the cur, and please watch the damage, the paint is still wet!

IV. One Little Spark! Go ahead, show us the strength of your imagination and come up with your own scenarios. Just, stay out of the Corroded Lands...if possible.

Comments

[strangeandunusual]

Really, it was all a certain horror author she'd grown fond of over one summer vacation, not her original thought at all. But she'd happily tell him about that later, once it was all over. For now, her focus remained on keeping the topiary on its toes, having it circle the Corrupted cat, keeping up that growl. The cat swiped at the foliage, sending leaves and twigs showering down around it.

[smilingarmor]

And those claws being occupied by slashing at twigs and leaves gave Sylvando the opening he needed. Approaching the creature on its now blind side, he brought his sword down hard on its neck. While not as effective as a heavier sword or an ax would have been, it did enough damage to effectively cripple the creature, sending it toppling, and allowing Sylvando to land the finishing blow with a second stroke to the neck.

He stepped back a bit from the fallen creature, watching it a bit warily, just in case it wasn't quite dead. "Score one for the good guys," he said. "Not as neat a finish as I'd like, but with a big, burly thing like this, it can't be helped."

[strangeandunusual]

"Neat or no, you definitely killed it." Now that the threat was gone, the topiary beast sunk its root-claws into the closest available patch of soil and settled down to a life of slightly relocated peace. Lydia moved in close to inspect the creature's corpse, not afraid at all of the puddle of whatever it happened to bleed, simply curious, her eyes wide.

"We make a good team."

[smilingarmor]

"That we do, my Lady Lydia," he said, bowing theatrically in her direction.

He then took a moment to give his sword a quick cleaning on the grass before sheathing it again. Turning back to Lydia, he asked, "I must say, the topiary creature was a very nice touch. Wherever did you come up with the idea?"

[strangeandunusual]

"Thanks." She smiled, a little sheepish. "I read about it in a book about a haunted hotel. The main character is this writer who goes up there with his wife and son to take care of it in the winter, when no one's there, and he goes kind of ... crazy. Okay, a lot of crazy. But at one point, he has this nightmare where the topiaries come to life and chase him, and I thought: what if I could make it real?"

[smilingarmor]

"Interesting," Sylvando said. "Especially the mix of something potentially so beautiful amidst something so frightening. Though I am rather glad you chose that aspect rather than any of the bits that drove the man to madness. Until we know better how far the magic in this world extends, best not to take too many chances with such things."

"And on another note I've got to say, I'm surprised this hasn't dissolved by now," he said, gingerly poking the dead cat monster with the toe of his shoe. "Back home the monsters at least have the courtesy of vanishing into smoke when defeated."

bahaa nice game trope lampshading XD

[strangeandunusual]

"Yeah, no. Plus, a lot of the stuff that made him go crazy had to do with the building, and dead guests, and ... I don't think I could pull any of that off. Not yet."

She does smirk a little at the thought, though, because really, how cool would it be to bring her favorite horror books and movies to life as a line of defense? She's beginning to realize that she might even be able to do some of the same things as Adam and Barbara, here, and it's setting her mind spinning with gothic glee.

"They vanish? What happens to their bones?"