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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Level II
I awaken the next day, grumbling because I am now sore from my training I did that night. But still, it was a good thing. It meant I was growing, my muscles were building and fortifying themselves. The pain was not to extensive because I had done some stretches before and after the exercises. Again, I decided to stretch so that the practice with Ben would not be as bad on my poor body.
After a time, I decide to rededicate myself inwardly. My psionic abilities are coming to me via my inward journeys of belief and will. And so, I think deeply.
We are here because we have to be. If it were not to be so, we would be elsewhere. We are doing what we are doing because we are bound to do it, for if this were not so, we would not do it, nor be able to. If we starve today, it is alright, for it was meant to be. Everything has its place, both the events that we like and dislike. It is all part of a plan, and we need not worry about it, for there is nothing we can do to change it.
But I am one step ahead of the game, for I have the power of the mind at my disposal. The enigma that rivals even that of the future is the deep recesses of the mind. This power is almost all-powerful and all-knowing. Indeed, some philosophers believe that we do not even learn “new concepts, rather, we simply uncover them within our own minds. This promising attribute will allow me to move forward in a splendid manner, allowing me to see what others cannot see, know what others may not know, and do what others may be unable to do. My mind is at the ready, the greatest weapon devised by nature, to serve both myself and my friends.
I then take a deep breath in. To serve myself and my friends...more like protect, not serve. I remark in my head. I do not wish to use my powers simply to do my own bidding, but to save this world. That is my purpose, assuming that these deities of mysterious light told the truth. So I am not here simply to do great things on my own accord, nor that of my friends, but everyone and everything that exists on this world. Absolute power corrupts absolutely. I lecture to myself Don't let this power control you. I nod to myself. I am ready for practice.
I am partially surprised to see Ian at the ready as I greet Ben. But I am more then understanding that Ian can benefit from these practices just as much, if not more, then I. I chuckle to myself as my own words hit me: We are here because we have to be. If it were not to be so, we would be elsewhere. Oh what a hypocrite I am, I must become more in tune with Fate than this if I am to be able to use more of her powers...
After a few moment of talking and joking, we get right to it. We do some basic poses and attacks for starters. I am amazed to see that Ian and Ben both have an adept ability in the martial realm, but then I remind myself We are doing what we are doing because we are bound to do it, for if this were not so, we would not do it, nor be able to. Again, I find myself contradicted by my own thoughts. Third times a charm? I ask, but hold nothing to it, for I was supposed to think these things, lest I would not have. Its funny in the present situation, but later, these beliefs will be able to aid me in times of grief, despair, and worry.
After a good 2-3 hours of practice with short break intervals, I decide that my butt has been whipped enough by my friends for one day. I primarily focused on the defensive stances, as I was still new to the whole concept of swordplay, and I did not like the idea of drawing blood... I am not that violent of a person, no matter how much I might talk.
We get back to camp and await our meals. And, I think to myself, If we have no food for now, its alright, because as I said earlier: If we starve today, it is alright, for it was meant to be. Everything has its place, both the events that we like and dislike. It is all part of a plan, and we need not worry about it, for there is nothing we can do to change it.
I smile, for I know that we are in good care, and that as the sun rises and sets, so to do our times of peace and war. And just as it is certain that the sun will do its patterns in the sky, so too will our times of joy and melancholy be ever constant, changing and yet unchanging, secure and yet sporadic, and always what we need when we need it...
*Level up*
+1 Level (Fighter)
+11 Hp
+1 BAB
+2 Fort.
+1 Autohypnosis
+1 Concentration
+1 Knowledge Religion
+1 Knowledge Psionics
+1 Psicraft
+1 Fighter Feat (Combat Expertise)
Posted on 2009-07-07 at 21:47:59.
Edited on 2009-07-09 at 03:52:28 by Shades331
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Desire
Being the least fatigued of everyone I decide that I will take first watch. It gives me time to reflect on the last few days.
I have been running. Running from ghosts, from thieves, and from plants. I have yet to take up a weapon and actually stand up for myself. For all the talk that I might be, when actually dealing with physical encounters, I am nothing more then a hindrance. I want this to change. I told the lady that I was protecting her, guarding her, but were these my actual intentions? Perhaps it was merely a cowards way of saying, “I want to stay where it is safe”. This was not my formal intentions... but what lurks deep within the id is subliminal, and disguises itself in many ways...
I reflect on my companions: Owen, a caster, has managed to have more of a back bone then I, though he seems far weaker on the outside. Galen, the quiet one, uses a sword for God's sake! And Ian, whom I have always thought of the weakest of the group, has a remarkable battle prowess that caters to his shining intelligence. I want to be like my comrades. I want to be less of a coward and more of a warrior. I want to be a true guardian of this world, live up to the expectations of the deities that summoned me; I desire to be someone that can really be looked up to, a leader, a real knight of justice and good.
I sigh as a I turn to the orbiting moon, and all her accompanying stars. I clench my club which I have been carrying around with me this entire time, and a I make a vow to myself... I will be what I could not before, my determination and dedication will carry me through. I will become acquainted with the sword, and I shall fight alongside my friends instead of being a spectator on the side lines. And it starts now!
I remember what I can from old movies and stories about training in the ways of combat, and then using my own creativity, apply practices in ways that will not awaken the others from their slumber. The first that came to my mind is a movie I saw of Ivanhoe, where as a young squire, the king (in disguise) tested his will by making him stand on one foot whilst holding two blocks of wood outstretched for an clarified amount of time. I stand, and after applying a few stretches as to not harm my muscles in the coming exercise, I grab some near by rocks of general equivalent size and do this pose.
After a time, I grow weak but still I hold true. Moments pass like hours, and my muscles burn in agony, I start to sweat and my arms shake uncontrollably. This is a battle of will, and I continue for a time more. I make sure that I make no harsh sounds that may startle or awaken my friends from their slumber, and slowly, I let my arms down. I bend down and allow my clamped hands to slowly let the rocks go. I do a few more stretches to loosen my arms and legs, and then pick the rocks up again, using them this time as dumb bells. Again after feeling an intense burn, I let the rocks go, and do more stretches. Feeling that I have done enough work with my arms, I then take to the outskirts of the camp to do some patrolling while I get my legs going. I do a particular exercise where I bring one knee down to the ground slowly, then bring it up, take another step and bring the other knee to the ground. I do this until I get tired, then just walk to allow my kegs to stretch again. When I feel that these exercises and stretches have been executed properly, I make for the camp fire and rest while keeping to the rest of my watch shift. When I start to feel real fatigue come over me from these activities, I decide that it is the next persons turn. But since we were given no real order I am at a loss for who to awaken next.
Then it hits me. I creep over to Ben and nudge him with increasing intensity until he awakens from his REM. After a few moments of grumbling, he awakens and I tell him that I have designated him to take the next shift. But as he gets up, and I ready my bed roll, I pause to make my request.
“Ben, do you think that you can help me out with my weapon skills? If you wont mind teaching and sparing with me, I will do it.” I presume he wants to know why this is coming up all of a sudden, and I tell straight out. “I have been playing the part of the pussy these last few days, and I want that to stop. I want to be dependable, and I believe that proper instruction in fighting might waver me from my path of fleeing.”
With his answer, I go to sleep. But I repeat my vow to myself. I will become stronger and be all that I could not in the mundane planet Earth. Whatever happens between me and Ben, and the answer he gave me. I will learn to fight, and so I will always do the exercises and stretches that I did this night every night. This will not be a fad, this will be a life style.
Posted on 2009-07-04 at 00:00:18.
Edited on 2009-07-04 at 14:55:37 by Shades331
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: To the front
"we're moving" I hear Owen shout from the top of the carriage. I think that this is a rather obvious statement, but I presume its because he has other things on his hands.
"Lady, emerita, I am going to see if I can get to the front and help slow down or stop this vehicle, brace yourself in the event that we fail." I really have no idea what I am doing... A moving carriage and zombies afoot: I am probably going to look like the world's biggest douche bag. But there is a time for thoughts and a time for actions! This was one of the latter.
"Owen!" I call out again, "Help me out here!" I reach out my hand for one of my closest friend's to grab onto. At the same time, I am checking my footing, hoping that we do not hit any bad bumps along the way. If I can get to the front, I might be able to aid Owen and Gamet with these horses.
Posted on 2009-07-01 at 22:44:18.
Edited on 2009-07-01 at 22:44:39 by Shades331
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Topic: Q&A: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: concentration check
hey owen did you make a concentration check for maintaining your spell while being jostled. I dont know the details, but i know that with powers, the specify this kind of situation for a check. I believe this would be the DC 20 one.
Posted on 2009-07-01 at 22:31:17.
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Topic: Q&A: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: horses... spare in particular
any AoO that hit or missed?
Posted on 2009-06-25 at 03:51:43.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: befuddled
I stagger and grunt at the sudden jerk of the carriage. I decide it is best not to curse when in the presence of a lady, especially when we are alone. “Are you alright Lady Emerita?” I ask, not knowing what could possibly have harmed her, but none the less worried about her safety.
After seeing to the lady's condition, I decide to check up on my newly outlawed friends (Galen and Owen), hearing his fumbling and mutterings on the roof. I open the window and call out to him: “Owen, Galen... whats going on?” I try in vane to use my purple vision to aid me in figuring things out, but to no amends. This power is not designed for that type of use. I try to get my wits about me and understand the exact nature of my predicament... whilst being distracted by a beautiful female that I happen to take quick glances at from time to time.
Posted on 2009-06-24 at 02:01:03.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: protecting my Lady
I turn to Lady Emerita with my new vision. I am extremley paranoid that she might be getting herself into danger if she decides to get to close to the windows.
"Madame, please get away from the windows, its dangerous." I then move to one side of the door, and prepare myself to hit whatever enemy might come through.
5 foot step if needed (move)
Ready an attack (standard)
Posted on 2009-06-06 at 20:26:05.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: best offense is a good defence
My battle prowess is less then most, and though I believe in our perseverance over our obstacles, i know that I cannot go on the offensive in this situation. These undead are apart of the mindless hordes. That means I am unable to bend their will to my own cause. Instead, I decide that I will let fate take over, and guide me in what actions I should take by revealing those of my enemies. I focus for a couple of seconds, closing my eyes. When I tap into my intellectual powers, that darkness turns to a faint purply-pink. I open my eyes to see something like that of an after image with anything that provokes an action, such as when Lady Emerita moves to do something to protect herself. What is interesting though is that this "after image" comes before the actual events proceed. In this manner, I can actively defend myself better by dodging and weaving attacks.
With a slight smirk at the active use of my new powers, I draw my club... knowing that it will do little versus a zombies dead flesh, but its better than nothing.
Overview:
Activated Defensive Precognition (standard action, +1 AC/ST)
Drew Club (move action)
Posted on 2009-06-06 at 00:39:59.
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Topic: Q&A: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: reply
please state what aeth does, then perhaps dictate what Jeremy is to do if he cannot tdo it himself, then get ian to do his, then i will do mine. There is no point in me saying "i open the door" if someone has already done that. Furthermore, it would be silly for me to state that I stand at the door and use a power if the situation calls for a clubbing!
Posted on 2009-05-25 at 04:59:19.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Lame ardent doing nothing
I am cranky, I wanted some juicy yumyums. But returning to the camp, I settle for some cheese and bread, making due with what I have. I do not wish to consume the berries, as it may poison me: giving me diarrhea or the like. Afterwards, I am ready to set sail and do the bidding of my new meal ticket.
Posted on 2009-04-10 at 04:55:22.
Edited on 2009-04-11 at 00:23:39 by Shades331
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: the philosophies
Fate: the guiding force that directs us to do/become our destiny. For years I have accept the idea of a force that guides (if not dictates) our lives, but never have I seen it more manifested then when the presumed twins of Gemini summoned me and my friends to this other world. We have some sort of destiny to fulfill, and I accept it. It will not be easy. But if fate is with us we shall stand the test of tribulations.
I reflect on how many others hesitate if not refuse to accept fate as the force that allows order to come from chaos, how some down right need to be forced to accept the order of things... They need to be MADE to see the right way, and that by controlling what they think, you control what they believe and how they act. Pure domination of mind is the way to handle things, and to struggle against that is to invite disaster.
I awaken from my reflective dream. I am disturbed by the resolution that conjured within me. I know that what I dreamed is truly how I feel, but where did it come from? I have never thought like that before. Perhaps it is my id coming to surface with my newly acquired powers that tap the inner mind... perhaps these are my true philosophies: Fate and mental force... If so, will I be able to control them, use them for the betterment of others? The mysteries of these powers intimidates me. But then I revisit that dream. Fate. It shall be my guide, it will bring me to where I need to be, and aid me in what I need to do.
Fully rested and and with complete resolution, I get up from my prone position, ready for the new day. A rumble beckons forth from my stomach, and so with the fine sun peeking its head through the trees (we are in a forest right?) I decide to scavenge the near by areas for food such as berries. Seeing Galen already awake (as usual) I tell him my plan, stating I will not be out of ear shot in the event that I get attacked.
(We may have provisions already, but I think breakfast is in order, and I doubt I would be helping myself to other peoples food... I might ask for some, but lets just say they are all still asleep or I am a bit intimidated to ask for that kind of charity)
Posted on 2009-04-05 at 18:36:50.
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Topic: Q&A free-falling
Subject: Q&A
So all you really have to do is make stuff up. Don't wait for me to give options, just write. You may indeed control NPCs, enemies, dungeon traps, and w/e else you want to bring in... the list also includes my own stuff (character aside though plz.)
Posted on 2009-02-14 at 00:32:04.
Edited on 2009-02-14 at 18:43:38 by Shades331
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Religion
With a sigh of relief, I look up at the night sky. Then I realize something, my three dreams, and the vague details that were embedded in my mind. I ask Aeth if there any deities with the types of voices that I describe: and the light (I know he is no cleric, but perhaps there is a common knowledge of this dood & doodet).
I also say that we are travelers from a far and distant land, and that the ways of Aeth and his kin are alien to us. I say that the problem, with me at least, is that I do not remember where I am from... (I am bluffing so that I do not arouse the idea that I am mad when I say that I come from a world that is across the realms of time and space) (I hope to also give eye contact and body language to the rest of you folks to play along... we have heard the proclamation of magic... who knows what else they would do to people who would say that they traveled to this world via magic).
I wish to survey some of the more key elements of this country, such as geography, international and internal relations/conditions (wars, disasters such as famine and this plague), religion, etc. I will continually ask questions, so Owen, go forth and paint us a picture of what is happening in your world and what it is like...
Posted on 2009-02-12 at 18:17:30.
Edited on 2009-02-15 at 17:56:21 by Shades331
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Topic: Q&A: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: XP Bar
You should give us an exp bar for our characters, and tell us how much we got from that last encounter... and which book do i look into to see about my class?
Posted on 2009-02-12 at 18:02:38.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Un armed
I begin to realize how useless I am without some form of weapon to arm myself. I look at all the others with their blades of both death and life, and decide that after such a hostile encounter, I should have something as well. I ask for one that may fit my coordination so that I may earn my keep and protect both myself and my friends. (If possible, give me a weapon that I am proficient in, even if it be a stick to call a club!)
Posted on 2009-02-10 at 19:29:27.
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Topic: Q&A: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Deceleration
how does this move work again... its been a while since I needed to use moves. If you can tell me which book to find this stuff in, i will look it up, as i have them all. also, my mantels may only be used on me correct?
What does expend focus do?
And one last thing, how many 'spells' can I cast? I dont think my character sheet is up to date here.
Posted on 2009-01-19 at 01:39:24.
Edited on 2009-01-19 at 01:44:20 by Shades331
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Topic: Q&A: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: what now?
Ok,so now what? It is hard to figure out where you are going with this. It almost feels like we are in the process of pooping out shit while constipated. No offense, but do we need EVERY detail of our travels depicted? Furthermore, when you want us to converse, can you give us a little something to work with? Such as an NPC giving more hints towards lore that we might be interested in inquiring. I would like to post more with more detail, but I cannot without being given a little push. This is my experience anyways.
Posted on 2008-12-20 at 23:11:51.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: My two cents
I point out, with Ben's declaration made, that I am no good at sword play, and not even combat as a whole, but am willing to do what ever it took to become a benefit to the party, even if it meant helping with other small chores.
Posted on 2008-11-21 at 19:24:23.
Edited on 2008-11-23 at 01:08:23 by Shades331
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Truth
"Actually, I did not expect these people to be here..." I state to the man. I then look at my friend's grievous wounds.
"WHAT HAPPENED!" I am sincerely worried.
Posted on 2008-11-15 at 02:47:34.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: HOLLY $%@#!!!
"I cannot believe this!" I cry out as my eyes fall upon my long lost friends. I run forward and embrace them, knowing now that I was not alone in this alien world. I ask how they came to be about in this area, and then remember about my hosts and quickly introduce my newly found friends to my hosts.
Posted on 2008-11-12 at 02:53:42.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: explination
I see that this man might aid me. So taking in a deep breath, I start explaining my misadventures of the graveyard and forest.
Posted on 2008-10-04 at 21:18:32.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: plee
Clutching the wound at my side, I look up at the two men, eyee pleeing to them.
"Please, I need help! I do not know where I am and have been assailed by beings of undeath and later something from this forest!"
I hope that my cry for help will be answered in kind by some degree of compassion, whether it be a means of transport, a form of mending my wounds, or some provisions. But who knows, high class folk often look down on those with little prestige...
Posted on 2008-09-19 at 15:38:07.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Hope
My stomach leaps with excitment as i look in the direction of the sounds. I pray that it is someone who can help me. It is at this time that I notice my hunger and thirst, and hope that they are not only helpful in the form of direction, but also charity.
I await in the middle of the road for the people to come into view.
Posted on 2008-08-29 at 23:59:21.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Tired
I decide to continue in the direction i was going down the road. after covering enough distance thta I believe that I have lost the creature for good, I set myself up beside a tree along the road and prepare for slumber. I am fatigued from todays encounters. my mind is at a loss from fear and confussion, and I hope that the rest will clear my mind, and allow me to awaken to my true life at home...
Posted on 2008-08-27 at 00:18:15.
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Topic: Q&A: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: whats my hp?
???
Posted on 2008-08-27 at 00:15:25.
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