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Re: Chat Based Pathfinder
((This is a recap from Kristie's perspective))
((The Memory of a Caster))
“Fuh…Fuh…Fuh…So cold…”
Gentle puffs of warm air billow forth from soft red lips as a bespectacled girl blows at her frostbitten hands, in a vain attempt to warm them after forgetting to don gloves in the wintery climate. She is hovering in the air in a mostly seated position, high above what appears to be an encampment of sorts.
”Ooo…why did I remember that and forget these?...I’m so scatter-minded at times…”
The girl glances downwards for a moment, staring at what appears to be a battle of sorts, seeming to watch as events unfold one by one. She watches as the barbarian she had met the previous day, Byzat, hurl chains from himself towards what appears to be a “chieftain’s tent”… She watches as the tent is yanked down a caster on a cliff, with the use of telekinesis. Then…the carnage that follows as the chains are made to dance by the devil, and a roc riding knight descends upon those in the tent. Masked ones?...So she had heard anyway, not that it mattered given how fast they died between the two of them. Then, the monk…Redhand, she believed, is seen charging towards a gathering of ogres at a shaman’s tent, one of the casters within having been slain by the said knight earlier, pummeling one of them into mist before grievously wounding another. The barbarian is no slouch however, for after orcs charged him and the devil, he proceeds to charge toward one of the ogres and hew into him with his greatsword…while the devil made his chains dance once more to claim another soul. Ah, but who could forget the archer from above? The one that shot at the orcs, only to raise a barrier of wind? Or the failed casting of sparkly dust…glitterdust was it?...Upon the orcish warriors?...
The girl turns about again, facing into the sky, and opting to…lay back on nothing but the air, seeming to stare into the sky at this point, though her hands were still cold. Though…that doesn’t last for too long, as she soon finds herself turning about suddenly, to face off into the distance…her golden eyes blinking.
”Oh…right. You wanted to know what was happening earlier. Um…Um…”
She pauses at this time, stammering a bit as she tries to think of what to say…seeming awfully fidgety for one reason or the other.
”Like…Like…Okay…So we were at the orc encampment, outside…our scouts returned and told us the numbers…then um…we spent a good amount of time planning…with no one really agreeing. So in the end…um…we kinda went with the plan of casting a few spells, making the barbarian and monk stronger…then let them charge. Though I helped! I helped by summoning a friend!...Well, not exactly a friend really but… Oh you know the rest…Right? You were watching this the entire time right?...My- ”
The image begins to distort at this time...and silence fills the air...
*Flicker, Flicker*…
END OF MEMORY
The vision ends at that point.
((This is a recap from Kristie's perspective))
((The Memory of a Caster))
“Fuh…Fuh…Fuh…So cold…”
Gentle puffs of warm air billow forth from soft red lips as a bespectacled girl blows at her frostbitten hands, in a vain attempt to warm them after forgetting to don gloves in the wintery climate. She is hovering in the air in a mostly seated position, high above what appears to be an encampment of sorts.
”Ooo…why did I remember that and forget these?...I’m so scatter-minded at times…”
The girl glances downwards for a moment, staring at what appears to be a battle of sorts, seeming to watch as events unfold one by one. She watches as the barbarian she had met the previous day, Byzat, hurl chains from himself towards what appears to be a “chieftain’s tent”… She watches as the tent is yanked down a caster on a cliff, with the use of telekinesis. Then…the carnage that follows as the chains are made to dance by the devil, and a roc riding knight descends upon those in the tent. Masked ones?...So she had heard anyway, not that it mattered given how fast they died between the two of them. Then, the monk…Redhand, she believed, is seen charging towards a gathering of ogres at a shaman’s tent, one of the casters within having been slain by the said knight earlier, pummeling one of them into mist before grievously wounding another. The barbarian is no slouch however, for after orcs charged him and the devil, he proceeds to charge toward one of the ogres and hew into him with his greatsword…while the devil made his chains dance once more to claim another soul. Ah, but who could forget the archer from above? The one that shot at the orcs, only to raise a barrier of wind? Or the failed casting of sparkly dust…glitterdust was it?...Upon the orcish warriors?...
The girl turns about again, facing into the sky, and opting to…lay back on nothing but the air, seeming to stare into the sky at this point, though her hands were still cold. Though…that doesn’t last for too long, as she soon finds herself turning about suddenly, to face off into the distance…her golden eyes blinking.
”Oh…right. You wanted to know what was happening earlier. Um…Um…”
She pauses at this time, stammering a bit as she tries to think of what to say…seeming awfully fidgety for one reason or the other.
”Like…Like…Okay…So we were at the orc encampment, outside…our scouts returned and told us the numbers…then um…we spent a good amount of time planning…with no one really agreeing. So in the end…um…we kinda went with the plan of casting a few spells, making the barbarian and monk stronger…then let them charge. Though I helped! I helped by summoning a friend!...Well, not exactly a friend really but… Oh you know the rest…Right? You were watching this the entire time right?...My- ”
The image begins to distort at this time...and silence fills the air...
*Flicker, Flicker*…
END OF MEMORY
The vision ends at that point.
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