Novama
One Thousand Club
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OOC: I took some liberties with the opening narration. Rp will run on a 3 day schedule, so post at least once in the 72 hours. Rounds may go faster if we post faster. Keep in mind advanced rules. Failure to post will be treated the same as a failure to deal with the situation at hand. Ask any questions that need asking, but I can only answer those appropriate to answer during worlds. Conditions for this rp will involve whether or not the hive queen is destroyed and how many participants return alive per faction. Factions with fewer members will receive a bonus throughout the rp to ensure they are not easily outdone by the other factions. Assume ability cooldowns always matter for the duration of this rp.
Time: N/A
Weather: N/A
TLDR: An elite force of pc's and npc's delve the queen hive of the bugs. They immediately run into issues that need immediate solutions.
Post Listening:
The tunnel’s mouth yawned wide, a jagged tear in the earth where light barely dared to enter. Inside, the darkness was thick, pressing in on all sides, swallowing sound and sight. The walls, slick with some unknown secretion, closed in as the group moved deeper, the passage narrowing and twisting, a maze of tight turns and sudden drops. It was easy to lose direction here, where every path seemed identical, where echoes played tricks and led them astray. [B Grade Challenge]
Faintly, patches of glowing moss clung to the walls, casting a ghostly light that only emphasized the oppressive gloom. They were too tightly packed and poorly placed to offer much aid as they were, but perhaps some could be harvested to offer a more natural lighting aid to the situation.
Around them, the chittering of unseen creatures echoed faintly through the corridors along with the sounds like flowing water, a constant reminder that the hive was not silent, not empty. Every scrape of boot on stone seemed to provoke a response, a rustle of movement just out of sight. Here, in the heart of the hive, one wrong step, one careless noise, and the swarm would come, a tide of snapping mandibles and clawed legs. The party would need to be stealthy or risk the consequences. [B grade challenge]
The path ahead split again, disappearing into the black, each route as perilous as the last. Every choice a risk, every sound a threat. There was no telling where the next danger would emerge—only that it was out there, waiting, lurking in the dark. Would the party stay together to keep strength up and risk detection or split up and reduce power but also risk of discovery?
OOC: I took some liberties with the opening narration. Rp will run on a 3 day schedule, so post at least once in the 72 hours. Rounds may go faster if we post faster. Keep in mind advanced rules. Failure to post will be treated the same as a failure to deal with the situation at hand. Ask any questions that need asking, but I can only answer those appropriate to answer during worlds. Conditions for this rp will involve whether or not the hive queen is destroyed and how many participants return alive per faction. Factions with fewer members will receive a bonus throughout the rp to ensure they are not easily outdone by the other factions. Assume ability cooldowns always matter for the duration of this rp.
Time: N/A
Weather: N/A
TLDR: An elite force of pc's and npc's delve the queen hive of the bugs. They immediately run into issues that need immediate solutions.
Post Listening:
The tunnel’s mouth yawned wide, a jagged tear in the earth where light barely dared to enter. Inside, the darkness was thick, pressing in on all sides, swallowing sound and sight. The walls, slick with some unknown secretion, closed in as the group moved deeper, the passage narrowing and twisting, a maze of tight turns and sudden drops. It was easy to lose direction here, where every path seemed identical, where echoes played tricks and led them astray. [B Grade Challenge]
Faintly, patches of glowing moss clung to the walls, casting a ghostly light that only emphasized the oppressive gloom. They were too tightly packed and poorly placed to offer much aid as they were, but perhaps some could be harvested to offer a more natural lighting aid to the situation.
Around them, the chittering of unseen creatures echoed faintly through the corridors along with the sounds like flowing water, a constant reminder that the hive was not silent, not empty. Every scrape of boot on stone seemed to provoke a response, a rustle of movement just out of sight. Here, in the heart of the hive, one wrong step, one careless noise, and the swarm would come, a tide of snapping mandibles and clawed legs. The party would need to be stealthy or risk the consequences. [B grade challenge]
The path ahead split again, disappearing into the black, each route as perilous as the last. Every choice a risk, every sound a threat. There was no telling where the next danger would emerge—only that it was out there, waiting, lurking in the dark. Would the party stay together to keep strength up and risk detection or split up and reduce power but also risk of discovery?