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- Nov 15, 2019
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- The fieriest pits of Heck
Trying something new; D&D inspires me to write, this is a writing website, so I'll share my adventures here, starting with the one that happened today;
Name: Koa
Race: Warforged
Class: Path of the Totem Warrior, Barbarian
As tense muscles relaxed, the battle over, the party allowed themselves to celebrate, to smile at each other, proud of having survived the battle against the horrid night creatures. Perhaps due to her lack of muscles, the group did not notice, but Koa, the mechanical, lanky structure amidst them, did not relax. During the battle, she was hit by a terrible Blight spell. Resilient, made to last, Koa felt nothing as the spell attempted to drain her non-existent moisture. However, she was not just a Warforged, a sentient machine made for war. She was Koa, the lost hermit, who wandered off from the battlefield in search of purpose, in search of something other than bloodshed. She was Koa, the structure that laid itself against the trunk of an oak tree for years, so long, in fact, that the vegetation began to accept her into its midst. And during that time, the wood that composed her body served as a host of roots, as a small plant made Koa its home, adorning the top of her head with a bright red flower.
Unlike Koa, the plant had moisture to drain from, and the Blight spell was particularly effective against it.
To Koa, the talk amongst the group was nothing but muffled noises, as she slowly took steps toward Scratch, their Tabaxi healer, her movements much less fluid, much more mechanical, as she knelt in front of her. "Heal it" Koa ordered. The plant was beyond dead, Scratch could do nothing. Koa knew this, yet she still asked. "Heal it", she asked again, to no response. Or perhaps there was a response, but the Warforged was past having the mental capacity to hear it. She kept walking, past her friends, down the stairs, out of the building, took a few steps into the grass outside, and fell to her knees. With all the care in the world, care one would not think the powerful construct was able to have considering the brutality of her attacks in the battle, she pulled the plant off of her head, desiccated roots dangling from it as she gently put it down in front of her.
Her hands reached for her smile mask, detaching it from her head. Her arm holding the mask went limp, humanly limp, revealing a skull-like sculpted metal and wood face. And then, a horrid, pained machine noise burst from her, alerting her companions of her pain.
"C'mon, don't be too upset. All flowers wilt and die, but then new flowers are born and bloom and we can get more flowers."
"Not like this one."
...
Name: Koa
Race: Warforged
Class: Path of the Totem Warrior, Barbarian
As tense muscles relaxed, the battle over, the party allowed themselves to celebrate, to smile at each other, proud of having survived the battle against the horrid night creatures. Perhaps due to her lack of muscles, the group did not notice, but Koa, the mechanical, lanky structure amidst them, did not relax. During the battle, she was hit by a terrible Blight spell. Resilient, made to last, Koa felt nothing as the spell attempted to drain her non-existent moisture. However, she was not just a Warforged, a sentient machine made for war. She was Koa, the lost hermit, who wandered off from the battlefield in search of purpose, in search of something other than bloodshed. She was Koa, the structure that laid itself against the trunk of an oak tree for years, so long, in fact, that the vegetation began to accept her into its midst. And during that time, the wood that composed her body served as a host of roots, as a small plant made Koa its home, adorning the top of her head with a bright red flower.
Unlike Koa, the plant had moisture to drain from, and the Blight spell was particularly effective against it.
To Koa, the talk amongst the group was nothing but muffled noises, as she slowly took steps toward Scratch, their Tabaxi healer, her movements much less fluid, much more mechanical, as she knelt in front of her. "Heal it" Koa ordered. The plant was beyond dead, Scratch could do nothing. Koa knew this, yet she still asked. "Heal it", she asked again, to no response. Or perhaps there was a response, but the Warforged was past having the mental capacity to hear it. She kept walking, past her friends, down the stairs, out of the building, took a few steps into the grass outside, and fell to her knees. With all the care in the world, care one would not think the powerful construct was able to have considering the brutality of her attacks in the battle, she pulled the plant off of her head, desiccated roots dangling from it as she gently put it down in front of her.
Her hands reached for her smile mask, detaching it from her head. Her arm holding the mask went limp, humanly limp, revealing a skull-like sculpted metal and wood face. And then, a horrid, pained machine noise burst from her, alerting her companions of her pain.
"C'mon, don't be too upset. All flowers wilt and die, but then new flowers are born and bloom and we can get more flowers."
"Not like this one."
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