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Post by Seryna on May 5, 2013 15:37:42 GMT -5
The craggy cliffs start at the east end of Cornucopia and jut skyward. Two steep paths can be easily picked out and lead upwards to a flat top that oversees the Cornucopia and the Beach. This flat top is an oval shaped flat area only as large as a foot ball field. Some plants can be found growing here and likely feed small herbivores that can be hunted for food. Tributes knowledgeable in edible or medicinal plants may find what they seek here. Crossing the flat top leads you to a sheer cliff that drops down into the ocean. Climbing anywhere near here is hazardous. There are some trees in full bloom here and a tribute with her wits about her might find a cave or other hiding place in the cover of the cliffs.
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Post by Lite on May 9, 2013 16:15:15 GMT -5
Riven Tanzanite: District One's Volunteer for the 27th Hunger Games, The Anguished Fencer [/u] “Nonviolence is a powerful and just weapon, which cuts without wounding and ennobles the man who wields it. It is a sword that heals.”[/color][/center] “The cliffs.” Riven responded to Silver. Riven led the Careers briskly away from the Horn, their battleground, and towards the cliffs. She had refused Timour’s offer to help her carry her belongings: she could not become a burden on her alliance. She had to lead them. And one of Riven’s key attributes was her desire to prove herself. Sometimes, it could be a flaw. “We need to set up camp for the night, so that we can keep tending to our injured and eat to regain our strength.” Riven announced, pulling out the binoculars from the pack in her duffel bag. She looked through them, scouting out for somewhere which would provide shelter and, some kind of, safety. “Stay alert. And stay together. Those birds could return, or worse.”Hit Points: 17/ 21Willpower: 2/ 5Armour:- Gauntlet [+2]
- Chest Armour [+2]
- Leg Bracers [+2]
- Arm Bracers [+2]
- Bevor [+2]
[27] Riven Tanzanite rolled 6 dice to "Perception with binoculars" 1,1,2,7,10,9,7(2 successes)
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Post by QuinnTalon on May 9, 2013 21:42:49 GMT -5
Zale Sewell; District Four's Male Warrior for the Battle:"The Fortuneteller's Son" [/u] "What is dead may never die."[/color][/center][/i] When Diadem was finished, he was feeling much better. It was easier to move his arms, though when Riva took his bag he was thankful. He was still sore and he didn't want to undo all of Riven and Diadem's hardwork. "If it gets to be too much, you will tell me, yes?" He says as he--with Riva's permission--takes one of the med-kits he asked her to grab and got to work on Riven's wounds. [color=teal"We are ready, I think. We should get moving."[/color] ------- Zale was right with her, his own eyes flickering around for any sort of defensible ground. If he saw any, she would be the first to know. "I managed to get shelter materials, and I learned a bit in training."2013-05-10 04:07:48 [HG27] Zale Sewell rolled 6 dice to "Heal Riven" 2,2,1,9,10,4,9 (3 successes) 2013-05-10 04:09:21 [HG27] Zale Sewell rolled 7 dice to "Perception" 3,4,9,9,5,5,5 (2 successes)
- Bevor [+2]
- Chest Plate [+2]
- (1) +1 Spear
- Full Waterskin
- (2) +2 Spear
- (1) Duffle Bag
- Pack 9
- Pack 4
- Pack 17
- Pack 16
- Pack 10
- Pack 13
- Gallon of Water
- Backpack
Health: 19/24 Willpower: 4/6 Defense: 3 (5)
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Post by CuteLikeMurder on May 10, 2013 14:30:44 GMT -5
The first thing that Career Alliance would notice is wind. It isn't gentle like a warm embrace; it's piercing, cutting right down to the bone. It swept toward the ocean, kicking up dirt and sand, and drove the temperature down to the upper 40s. The waves crashed against the cliff violently. Down the sheer face tributes would notice little spiny creatures. To anyone who had never seen the ocean these creatures would be completely alien to them. To those who ever of the ocean would know them to be sea urchins. Diadem watched Riven for a moment. The young mentor walked over to Riven and shoved a waterskin in her hands. “Lead not only with your words but by example. If you die of hydration how can you hope to gain sponsors?” Diadem waited until Riven finished the waterskin before she refilled it and she drank some water herself. She looked out to the wilderness scanning for any signs of trouble. Diadem Gilded rolled 6 dice to "Perception" 4,8,10,8,5,5,7 (3 successes) Diadem Gilded rolled 3 dice to "Perception rote Trained Observer" 10,2,2,2 (1 successes)
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Post by Seryna on May 10, 2013 15:46:31 GMT -5
Riva nodded, stating "I will."
Diedre and Timour split the bounty of one Pack one, with Diedre donning the jacket as Timour refused it. They both now stand in a dry longsleeved shirt and fleece.
Iris tugged out pack 1 and 2 and handed #2 to Brad. Iris looked inside the pack took advantage of the clothing, changing out of her undershirt and T shirt into a dry undershirt, a long sleeved shirt layered with another T shirt, a fleece pull over and a jacket. She shoved the wet clothing back in the pack and reached for Sam's, doing the same thing as he changed. He offers Iris a pair of running shoes, which she dons with a 'thank you'.
Brad evaluated his back pack and pulls out a long sleeved shirt, a pull over fleece and a jacket. He shucks off the sweat stained clothing and dons the three new layers. He pauses to put on a pair of running shoes, tying the leather sandals to the side of his back pack.
Ashlyn tugs out bag three and peers inside. The girl from 12 tugs out a set of clothing for herself. She stepped around Brad's back and quickly shucked her sweat dampened under shirt and T Shirt, donning the longsleeve and the fleece. She tugged on the jacket and held out the long sleeved shirt and fleece.
"Any one need warmer clothes?"
She pulls out a head lamp and sets it on her head, leaving it in place for when darkness falls.
Riva glanced to Zale: "Did you get warm clothes in here? I got some other gear."
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Post by QuinnTalon on May 10, 2013 18:56:44 GMT -5
Zale Sewell; District Four's Male Warrior for the Battle:"The Fortuneteller's Son" [/u] "What is dead may never die."[/color][/center][/i] Zale took Pack 4 out of his dufflebag, opening it and nodding. "I have a bit, Riva." He pulled off the ruined, soaked shirt he was wearing and replaced it with the long sleeved cold weather shirt. The cold weather jacket was wrapped around Riva's shoulders, and he moved to peel himself out of his original pants and put on the thermal pants instead. The wetsuit pants from his tribute uniform were squeezed for excess water and then folded neatly. The belt with his cards was refastened around his waist, and the knit cap is looked at before he put it on his District Partner's head with little ceremony. "I have a tent as well, Riva. Sleeping bags too." Though neither of them would be sleeping at the same time. They'd already made that pact long before this whole thing started. "We should find a place to set up camp. Out of this wind and out of the open, if at all possible." Zale said, and then took a drink from his full water skin. "The creatures on the cliff face...they are sea urchins. They can be eaten, if prepared correctly. This one would not recommend stepping on them however. They can hurt."There's a look around, for any sort of place they could go to get a little bit of cover and to get out of the wind. 2013-05-11 01:55:24 [HG27] Zale Sewell rolled 7 dice to "General Perception" 2,9,9,6,3,4,5 (2 successes) 2013-05-11 01:55:54 [HG27] Zale Sewell rolled 6 dice to "Survival" 8,7,10,10,10,4,4,4,9 (5 successes)
- Bevor [+2]
- Chest Plate [+2]
[/ul][/spoiler] - (1) +1 Spear
- Full Waterskin
- (2) +2 Spear
- (1) Duffle Bag
- Pack 9
- Pack 4
- Pack 17
- Pack 16
- Pack 10
- Pack 13
- Gallon of Water
- Backpack
Health: 19/24 Willpower: 4/6 Defense: 3 (5) [/quote]
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Post by Seryna on May 12, 2013 0:33:08 GMT -5
Riva glanced towards Riven. "Whats the plan for tomorrow?" She asked. Her gaze turned towards Zale. "I was thinking that we could check out the Beach. The other alliance wen there. The bird was also flying in that direction with you. The Beach is the location most like our home here. We could see what it has to offer."
Diedre glanced around the cliffs, staring down the steep cliffs that they had just climbed up. She was inspecting the area for signs of pursuit. After a beat, she stated.
"We should set up camp. Timour, bring the chest over."
Diedre unslung her bow and arrows and walked into the middle of the flat ground. She turned in all directions, studying the tree line.
"That has cover." She pointed to the tree line. "But we'd have to clear it. The last game had pythons, pygmies and then the traps laid by tributes."
"The tents would be best set up on flat ground." Ashlyn stated, glancing around. "This nice flat area in the center would be perfect."
"Or we could build shelter." Brad suggested. Ashlyn lifted her eyes to the sky, indicating the twilight that was descending.
The Anthem began to play, signalling the start of the nightly entertainment and communication from the Capitol. The music faded away to show the face of a solitary tribute, Lazuli. The only death of the day; whose death was still mysterious. The sky now moved to display a moving captured video of the days events. By the brightness and blue sky paired with the sandy locale of the Cornucopia, this was the Blood Bath. An overview of the Bath showed the careers reaching the horn. Diedre and Iris had just moved for the horn. Willow, Pan, Star and Titan were already running for the Beach. Lazuli was shown swimming across the salt water lake. A pair of hands - light skinned, female hands - smashed downwards holding a large rock. The screen goes to black, not showing the gruesome death. Let it has shown that Lazuli's murderer was a female - and a light skinned female, eliminating Iris - had she not already been shown climbing the horn.
" Attention Tributes: The mentors who qualified in the second run may now enter the arena... A drop ship of supplies to clothe and arm these mentors will be imminent. Be vigilant."
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Post by Lite on May 12, 2013 7:20:24 GMT -5
Riven Tanzanite: District One's Volunteer for the 27th Hunger Games, The Anguished Fencer [/u] “Nonviolence is a powerful and just weapon, which cuts without wounding and ennobles the man who wields it. It is a sword that heals.”[/color][/center] Riven nodded to her mentor, taking the water skin and drinking deeply from it. “Thank you, Diadem.” She said once she had finished, passing it back to her mentor before shielding her eyes from the cutting winds. As her alliance began to take clothes from their packs, Riven rummaged in her duffel bag and pulled out a long sleeved shirt and a black fleece pullover. Both were put on before she got some thermal pants out of pack four and pulling them on too. She listened to her alliance as they spoke and she nodded, “I don’t want to be left out in plain sight. Like I said, we don’t know where those birds went, and being plucked up in the middle of night is not high on my list of priorities.” The girl nodded over to the treeline. “We should set up camp there. I like the idea of the trees covering us from anything that comes from the sky, and as long as we make sure nothing will surprise us it should be fine for the night.” Riven was still slightly exhausted from the battle with the birds and the stress of losing her district partner. “Tomorrow, we need to start cutting down the opposition. We won’t get any closer to winning these Games by sitting around doing nothing and waiting for more muttations to push us in the right direction.” She stopped as the Anthem played, and a pained look crossed her face when she saw Laz’s tribute portrait appear in the sky. And then the video… Riven’s jaw clenched and she looked at Diadem. “It was a female.” She didn’t even consider looking at Ashlyn, Diedre, Riva or Iris because she couldn’t let herself get suspicious of her allies. It had to be a girl from the opposing alliance. “Let’s go and clear an area at the treeline to set up camp.” Riven said finally, drawing her sword and clenching her jaw again. Hit Points: 17/ 21Willpower: 2/ 5Armour:- Gauntlet [+2]
- Chest Armour [+2]
- Leg Bracers [+2]
- Arm Bracers [+2]
- Bevor [+2]
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Post by CuteLikeMurder on May 12, 2013 13:46:43 GMT -5
The sky was clear for now. Zale would notice how quiet it got. Before the sun dipped below the horizon Zale spots a small enclosure hidden among the trees. It was a space in the treeline where there nice flat surface. Building a camp could fit everyone in their large alliance. Zale also see something odd about the urchins. They weren’t colored the same way they were in District 4. They were colored brightly in the way of some tropical frogs were colored. “Is there any extra clothing?” Diadem asked, rubbing her arms. She looked at Riven and nodded. “If we’re going to set up camp we should do so now.” The Anthem playing stole her attention. Diadem watched with no emotions as Laz was brutally killed. Again she met Riven’s gaze and nodded. “A fair-skinned female. Which eliminates the mentors.”The orange glow of Ember’s lighter heralded her arrival in the darkness. First it was the lighter, the glow of the cigar burning with each intake of breath. She chuckled at Diadem’s words. “I dunno… I hear some of those mentors are crafty S.O.Bs.”She put her hands up. “Careful. Careful. Just me.”
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Post by Kulvar on May 12, 2013 14:01:27 GMT -5
Jasmine Coverfield, District 11 HG 25 Victor: Ice Queen[/u] "When you kill in cold blood, that cold seeps right into your being."[/center][/color] Jasmine Coverfield sat in the hovercraft, her eyes glancing toward the two others in the craft with her: Ember and Rory. She drew a breath, watching Rory. She nodded her head. Her battle-sister had nothing to fear from Jasmine in the Arena. She never did, and Jasmine hoped that there would not be a clash that would make that blatantly obvious to the crowds at home and in the Capitol. She was called traitor and worse by several people at home in D11 for her actions in the 25th games and the fact she'd not brought home any of the tributes from the 26th games had reinforced such sentiments. And the truth was: Jasmine didn't care. There were precious few people remaining in this world that brought out the warmth in her heart, and Rory was among them. Watching her battle-sister descend into the Arena and the other two Big Alliance mentors climb into the hovercraft, Jasmine suspected that there would be more nasty names flung her way in her home district. If only they knew.
Jasmine cinched her backpack tighter on her shoulders. She was walking into this Games better equipped than she had her own games, if only slightly, and into a large alliance not of her choosing. But she had tributes here and couldn't exactly do anything more than advise them. And kill for them, or feed them... If they needed healing, well... That was Sorrel's department, not Jasmine's. She moved toward the Career camp at half a step behind and to Ember's right. "Boo. 'Ere we are. 'Ow can we 'elp?"Ice sluiced through her words as she surveyed the camp, picking out Sam and Iris, but settling ultimately on the obvious leader of the group. Hit points: 21/21 Defense: 3 Willpower: 4/4
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Post by QuinnTalon on May 12, 2013 20:32:33 GMT -5
Zale Sewell; District Four's Male Warrior for the Battle:"The Fortuneteller's Son" [/u] "What is dead may never die."[/color][/center][/i] "This place." Zale gestured to the alcove that he'd spotted. It certainly was a good place. Flat, with room for all of them to set up their camp. "We make camp here. Eat. Rest."And then tomorrow, they would hunt and kill. Because that was what this was. It was a battle, and the other Tributes were hiding. Which put them in the rather precarious position of having to hunt the others down if they wanted this to ever end. But this was the destiny he'd chosen. The two mentors arrived. The girl they called 'The Butcher of District 12' behind her back and 'One half of 'Janber'' to her face, and the other one. The Ice Queen. Whatever that was supposed to mean. Zale watched them arrive, his spear at the ready until they revealed themselves completely before he went setting things up. The two [Shelter Kits] were taken out of the bag and placed to the side. "There is a blanket, I think...." The pack that had the clothes in it is reopened, and he offers the blanket to Diadem. "I only grabbed the one bag with clothing. There are sleeping bags and a tent here. Riva and I are able to share one, I think." They were both thin enough. "I would also not...perhaps eat the urchins. They are colored oddly. Like tree frogs. Which could mean poi...son." The idea popped into his head, and just as quickly was discarded. Perhaps not by some, but by him at least. That would not be how he won this. It wouldn't be clean. - Bevor [+2]
- Chest Plate [+2]
[/ul][/spoiler] - (1) +1 Spear
- Full Waterskin
- (2) +2 Spear
- (1) Duffle Bag
- Pack 9
- Pack 4
- Pack 17
- Pack 16
- Pack 10
- Pack 13
- Gallon of Water
- Backpack
Health: 19/24 Willpower: 4/6 Defense: 3 (5) + 4 Armor
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Post by Seryna on May 12, 2013 21:47:55 GMT -5
Ashlyn held out the long sleeved shirt and fleece pull over to Diadem. "Here." The girl offered openly. She was already clothed in warmer clothing. The girl and Brad joined Zale in assembling the tents. The two from twelve were hard workers and quickly assembled a single tent together. Ashlyn pulled out a two person tent that she had grabbed from the horn and she and Brad assembled their own tent. Ashlyn placed two ground pads and a single sleeping bag within the tent, tossing her duffel bag and pack within it. She kept her bevor and her belt with her knife and sap gloves on. Brad placed his pack within his tent and kept his belt with his sword on.
Riva joined Zale as he assembled a tent; so that the careers now had three standing tents. The darkness now overtook the campsite completely. Any one without a source of light suffers - 2 to perception rolls. Ashlyn's head lamp is now the only source of light present. Ashlyn reached inside her tent and fumbled a minute, coming out with a glow stick that she activated for a green glowing aura around herself.
"Who wants it?" She offered the light up.
"Who grabbed food?" Iris asked, looking within her pack. "I have some... I just can't see it..."
"I have a small portable stove." Riva reached into her pack and assembled the fold out stove, placing the heating element and starting it up. "It comes with two cans of clam chowder and some utensils and bowls." Riva set out four bowls, spoons and mugs. Iris sits beside the stove, using the small saucepan to heat up the chowder. Sam accepts Ashlyn's light and rummages through Iris' bag, searching for the food.
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Post by Lite on May 15, 2013 15:31:03 GMT -5
Riven Tanzanite: District One's Volunteer for the 27th Hunger Games, The Anguished Fencer [/u] “Nonviolence is a powerful and just weapon, which cuts without wounding and ennobles the man who wields it. It is a sword that heals.”[/color][/center] Riven turned to Ashlyn and took the glowstick with a thankful nod, "Thank you." She said, before using it to rummage in her duffel bag for the food she had collected. The dim glow of the glowstick wasn't the best light, but Riven managed and eventually pulled out a Pack 13 (pot of lamb stew (4 servings), chicken pot pies (4 personal pot pies) and chocolate pie (4 servings)) before placing it on the ground. "We should eat well, regain our strength. We're never safe in the Arena, so eat quickly and remain on guard." Riven took out a chicken pot pie for herself. She looked at the mentors when they arrived, and she placed the pot pie back in the pack to greet them. "Greetings. I am Riven Tanzanite." She said politely, "Ember Clay, Jasmine Coverfield." She nodded to each mentor in turn before looking at Diadem for a moment. Did this mean her mentor would be leaving soon?
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Post by QuinnTalon on May 15, 2013 15:48:40 GMT -5
Zale Sewell; District Four's Male Warrior for the Battle:"The Fortuneteller's Son" [/u] "What is dead may never die."[/color][/center][/i] "I have those...things." The glowsticks. Four of them, and he felt around in his bag and cracked one. Shook it as he saw the other do before using it to see in the dark. To take out the cans of clam chowder and bowls and spoons for himself and Riva...before offering a bowl to Hyperion. "Will you be leaving soon?"There's a look around the darkness of the camp. "Watches. I will take the first. Riva should sleep." They wouldn't be sleeping at the same time. They'd both decided that long before the Battle. Neither would sleep when the other was unless it were completely unavoidable. "After we eat and drink. Eat. Drink. Sleep. One can not live without these things.
"It is known." - Bevor [+2]
- Chest Plate [+2]
[/ul][/spoiler] - (1) +1 Spear
- Full Waterskin
- (2) +2 Spear
- (1) Duffle Bag
- Pack 9
- Pack 4
- Pack 17
- Pack 16
- Pack 10
- Pack 13
- Gallon of Water
- Backpack
Health: 19/24 Willpower: 4/6 Defense: 3 (5) + 4 Armor [/quote]
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Post by CuteLikeMurder on May 15, 2013 17:51:13 GMT -5
Diadem accepted the blanket from Zale. Her treachery in her own Hunger Games hadn’t won her any points with District 4. Not only had she betrayed District 4 tributes at the start of the Hunger Games; forsaking their loyalty for an alliance with District 12. But she had also not let any tribute die a “good death.” All but one. Cinder Clay. The five others met their end due to Diadem’s perfidious plotting.
Yet Zale was showing her a kindness by giving her a blanket to warm herself up. And Riven had done what she herself could not, brought both District 12 and District 4 into a seemingly stable and loyal alliance. The look on Diadem’s face when she accepted the blanket said that irony wasn’t lost on her. The irritated sound from Hyperion said that the irony wasn’t lost on him either.
“Thank you, Zale,” Diadem sat down, slowly in moderate pain from the talon wounds. She was shivering from the cold, also she was on the mend from the damage she had taken, Diadem hadn’t been treated for her wounds yet.
Ember frowned, taking a seat next to Diadem. “Hey… Queen Bee (Riven), I need a medkit…” she looked at Diadem’s wounds. “Just antiseptic. She’ll be scarred but she’ll heal.”
Diadem looked Ember. “Why are you doing this?”
Ember arched an eyebrow. “You’re in my alliance… why are we even talkin’ about this?” She looked at Brad and Ashlyn. “You two sleep. You’ve got second watch. Eat, drink something, and get some sleep. Oh… and… um… good work, Slugger. I laughed my @$$ off when you rode that giant chicken. Good stuff. They’re already whisperin’ ‘bout you kiddo. Same goes for you, too Big Guy.”
Ashlyn and Brad smiled at Ember’s brand of praise. After they drank, and eat, Ashlyn passed Ember one of her knives.
“I’ll give this back to you, Slugger.” Ember said with a nod.
“Sure thing,” Ash said before she and Brad turned in for the night.
Hyperion nodded at Zale’s question, eyeing Ember, Silver, Diadem, and Jasmine. The mentors with the four highest kill counts. Hyperion glanced at Zale. “Yes. One of us will return in the morning. Be vigilant.”
He looked at the four mentors again and then meet Zale’s gaze, praying to the One that he understood his meaning.
“It is known,” Riva affirmed. “This one will eat, drink, and rest. This one volunteers for the second watch.”
Riva accepted food from Zale. Saying a silent prayer. Giving thanks. Asking for strength in the coming battle and serenity.
“Timor and I can take the second watch. Silver, will you be joining us?” Diedre asked her mentor. Silver nodded. “Yes.”
“Second watch…” Timor said, taking a drink from his water skin. “Riven, which watch are you taking?”
“There are only three tents and six sleeping bags. It’s cold and getting colder…” Diadem said. “Even with a large first watch it doesn’t help us in the hours to come. I’ll take the first watch as well. Just until we receive our supply drop.”
“I’ll do the same,” Silver said. “I may be an old man but I can still push myself a bit. After all, we can all sleep when we’re dead, eh?”
Sam and Iris shivered in the cold. “We might have to do the same. Stay up until the supply drop happens.” Iris said.
Sam gave Iris some a serving of some of the food in her pack. “I’ve got long sleeves pull overs for me and Iris. But we don’t have any sleeping bags. So Iris is right well stay up. Maybe some sponsors will help us out. ”
Diedre, Timor, Brad, Ashlyn and Riva went to sleep. And after some urging from Sam Iris joined Riva. Hyperion said his farewells and left to be picked up by a hovercraft. This left Riven, Zale, Diadem, Ember, Jasmine, Sam (from District 11), and Silver on first watch.
“I have Slugger’s headlamp if anyone needs it. I sure as hell don’t,” Ember said. “Try not to use it though unless you have to. Rather not die in the Arena after I worked so hard the first time I was here.”
Chimes in the distance could be heard.
[Can I have everyone post in the OCC what their characters have consumed at this point?
Two Perception Checks, please. The first is a sight one at -2 (due to darkness) The second one is a listen check so just do that at a flat roll.
I’m going to edit in the NPCs perception into this post.]
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Post by QuinnTalon on May 16, 2013 9:14:04 GMT -5
Zale Sewell; District Four's Male Warrior for the Battle:"The Fortuneteller's Son" "What is dead may never die." [/i][/center] [/color] At Hyperion's statement and meaningful look, Zale could only nod. He knew what his mentor meant. To stay vigilant. To not fall asleep without Riva awake. He understood, because he'd be on watch with four 'Mentors', and all of them were the bloodiest Mentors in the history of The Battle. He nodded, clasping his Mentor's arm before he left. His shoulders were aching, and probably would for awhile. It meant he'd have to keep them strong and active. There was a man in District 4 who had gotten badly hurt. Had scars down his back so bad that if he didn't keep active, they would stiffen up and he'd lose his ability to move freely. Zale had the feeling that if he survived this, his shoulders would be the same way. If he didn't stay active--if he didn't stay strong--he could lose the use of his arms. The thought scared him more than dying, honestly. Dying, he could deal with. Being helpless and useless? That frightened him. He joined Riva in the prayers over the food, and when she went in to sleep he tried to be subtle in putting himself between the tent she was in and what was serving as the 'center' of the camp. He took a seat cross legged, one of his spears [+2] across his lap. "I have the glowing...things." He held up the glowstick. He had three more in his pack, but eventually those would run out. He hadn't thought to grab a light source. "If it gets too unbearable, I have things for a fire as well. This one would not want to ruin everyone's night vision though, and The One has given us other senses to use than sight. It is known."He blinked. Manners. "But you have my thanks, just the same."The cards were taken out of the pouch on his belt, and he shuffled for a moment and overturned it, tilting his head to one side. The Eight of Swords. Reversed.Coming to grips with a past failure. It could only be one thing. The fear and faithlessness he'd shown earlier when he'd grasped onto Hyperion as if his life depended on it. Not to say that it hadn't depended on it, but there had been no excuse for his cowardice. He should have tried to kill the bird himself. He had a spear in his hand. He could have stabbed the thing a few times. It may have dropped him, and he may have died... ...There had been no 'right' way to handle that situation. Either death was unacceptable. If he died in this place, he wanted it to be on the sword or weapon of another Tribute, and he wanted the death to be a clean one. Being devoured alive or dropping to his death was not clean. The only thing he'd been able to do was grab onto Hyperion. To trust in his Alliance. To pray that things went the way they were supposed to. He took a shaking breath, and then shuffled the card back into the deck and put it into the pouch again. There was strength in trust, he was learning. He could at least count on Riva and Riven to give him the death he desired when and if it came down to that moment. Clean. Crisp. Honorable. He wanted to make his mark, at the very least. There is a look to Iris and Sam. "If you do not mind being close, your body heat could help keep each other warm and as I said: Riva and I are able to share the sleeping bag. You may use the other." He had nothing else to offer, but he offered what he had. It was the way of things. "And you are not so very old, Silver. My mother and father are as old, I think." And he never saw them as 'old'. Maybe it was his mother's peace and his father's strength, but he never saw them as old. They were timeless and bright. Everything that was right in this world, he could look to his parents and see it. Though he did smile a little, and if he weren't who he was, someone might think he was attempting humor. "They are not old. They are timeless." 2013-05-16 14:26:17 [HG27] Zale Sewell rolled 7 dice to "Perception (-2)" 4,6,1,2,3,6,9 (1 successes) 2013-05-16 14:27:04 [HG27] Zale Sewell rolled 9 dice to "Perception Hearing " 6,6,10,6,1,1,6,6,6,5 (1 successes)
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Post by CuteLikeMurder on May 16, 2013 16:00:39 GMT -5
“Thank you,” Sam said to Zale. “Iris is in the tent with Riva now. It might be a little crowded for the third watch but if you don’t mind, I don’t.”
“Ain’t no thing, Priest,” Ember replied with a shrug. “Coulda used someone like you in my games.” To send Coral and Kingston off the way they had deserved. But that went without saying. Especially with someone like Ember.
Silver chuckled at Zale’s words. “Timeless, I like that.”
Diadem shook her head. “Don’t flatter him. He’s got a big enough ego as is.”
“It isn’t ego, little lamb. It’s talent… I had been born to win these Games… ‘Come home with your shield or on.’ I did that. And I was the first.” the eldest Victor said. “Those were parachutes. But they didn’t drop them near here… At least not that I could see.”
“It looked to be on the beach…” Diadem said, gathering her weapon.
“I saw exactly where it went...” Ember said. “You two must be slipping in your old age…”
“Is that so, Butcher?” Silver asked, arching an eyebrow. “You think you could’ve bested me? You who came so close to beating my record, yet failed so completely?”
Ember took a deep drag from her cigar, her mouth twitching at the sound of her unofficial nickname. “Look, Goliath if it wasn’t for Sweetpea and Princess I would have tied your record. Not that anyone’s counting or anything… And if we recall, it was my blade that ended Champ’s life. Just goes to show you, the true way to a man’s heart is a six-inch blade. Some say you can do it with four… But just to be sure, I like to use six.”
Silver looked at Diadem, who shrugged. “Ember Clay, if you had been born in District 2…”
“Then I wouldn’t have found my better half...” Ember said. “Come on I’ll lead the way. But maybe Sam and Jasmine should stay with the camp.”
Sam nodded. “It's not a problem. I was about to suggest it actually” Sam looked at Zale and Riven. “Be careful out there.”
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Ember took point and Silver had the rear with Diadem right in front of him. The mentors had insisted the two tributes with them were in the middle.
“Hyperion and the others would be cross with us if we let anything happen to you, Boy,” Silver told Zale. “And Bronze is probably still fuming over want happen to Riven’s district partner.”
Diadem’s face was neutral when she looked at Riven. “I think everyone is still furious about that.”
Ember nodded. “No one deserves to die like that…”
The mentor from district 12 looked meaningfully between the people with her.
Silver scoffed. “Tell that to Bogart, Butcher.”
Ember’s eyes darkened. “For what Bogey did to the King, he deserved far worse… If I’m going to die, let it be with a knife my hands and curse on my lips… Not offered up as a sacrifice.”
The troop got to the beach. The chutes had fallen near where the waves crashed onto the shore. Next to the chutes were four cases each with a different district symbol on it. One, Two, Eleven, and Twelve. These must be supply drops for the mentors.
Diadem, Silver, and Ember stopped about 20 feet from the supplies. Their eyes scanned the dark waters ahead.
Dad-a-chum? Dum-a-chum? Ded-a-chek? Did-a-chick?
Zale and Riven could hear a faint chant coming from the waves. The look on the mentors faces said they hear it too.
[Perception (-2 for Darkness unless you’ve got a light source)]
Silver rolled 3 dice to "Perception -2" 3,10,9,2 (2 successes) Silver rolled 5 dice to "Listen Check" 6,5,9,10,8,1 (3 successes) Ember Clay rolled 8 dice to "Perception - 2 (Trained Observer)" 1,6,10,8,8,8,4,1,8 (5 successes) Ember Clay rolled 4 dice to "Perception rote" 5,8,10,7,7 (2 successes) Ember Clay rolled 8 dice to "Listen Check" 8,4,1,2,4,10,2,4,3 (2 successes) Ember Clay rolled 6 dice to "Listen Check rote" 7,1,8,6,2,5 (1 successes) Diadem Gilded rolled 6 dice to "Perception - 2 (Trained Observer)" 7,2,2,7,6,9 (1 successes) Diadem Gilded rolled 5 dice to "Perception rote" 9,3,6,10,10,4,6 (3 successes) Diadem Gilded rolled 6 dice to "Listen Check" 7,2,5,9,7,9 (2 successes)
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Post by Kulvar on May 16, 2013 17:39:59 GMT -5
[/u][/i][/url] "When you kill in cold blood, that cold seeps right into your being."[/center][/color][/i] Jasmine stepped into the camp with Ember, settling her hands at the small of her back. She watched and listened to the other talking around her without anything to add, opting instead to let her mind drift for a moment. She wondered how Rory was doing, hoping her heart was holding up well. Jasmine'd be there at the girl from District 7's side if she could be. She'd stand strong with Rory, be her rock... be the person she could trust. As it was, they were separate. Jasmine cared, ultimately, only for three people in this Arena, and only one of those three could bring any warmth to her. So, she embraced the title she'd been given by a callous sponsor when she'd not 'warmed' to his affections and spread her legs for him: Ice Queen. She stood stoic and silent among those in the area and as the watches were decided, she nodded. "I'm 'greeable tuh this. An' ain't got qualms 'bout guardin' the fort while y'all are off pickin' up th'presents."She watched the scouting party leave, then moved closer to Sam and Iris. She nodded once, then turned her cool, almost icy, gaze across the rest of the camp before turning away and keeping watch for threats coming from without. Hit points: 21/21 Defense: 3 Willpower: 4/4 Jasmine Coverfield rolled 3 dice to "Perception 5-2" 2,1,8 (1 successes) Jasmine Coverfield rolled 5 dice to "Perception" 5,9,4,6,3 (1 successes)
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Post by QuinnTalon on May 16, 2013 20:17:24 GMT -5
Zale Sewell; District Four's Male Warrior for the Battle:"The Fortuneteller's Son" "What is dead may never die." [/i][/center] [/color] "It is not the ritual that matters. It is the intention behind it. Our Martyrs were Honored, and we will never forget." It was just that simple. In District 4, what was done for their Warriors would never be forgotten. "The One cares little for the words, and cares more for what was intended. What was in your heart. It is known."At least, so far as Zale was concerned. He couldn't imagine The One being offended that something wasn't done 'just so'. Especially considering the circumstances. There was little else for him to say, though he did smirk a bit when Silver laughed. Timeless. His mother would probably have smacked him playfully in the back of the head. Or something. His sense of humor was an odd one, and rarely made itself known, but it existed. It was just very, very dry. ----- "One would not wish the wrath of a 'Fisherman from District Four', I take it?" Zale quirked an eyebrow, one of his spears in a hand, and the other strapped to his back. Then again, he was sure everyone knew better. District Four's 'fisherman' were legendary for their prowess in Battle. They still were. They still fought their quiet, cold war. It was known. Maybe not admitted to aloud and done as seen as anything other than rebellion, but it was known. The parachutes looked to be for the Mentors. Their supplies to keep them alive, and Zale let his eyes flicker around the beach. Something was out there. He could hear it.... 013-05-17 03:01:10 [HG27] Zale Sewell rolled 9 dice to "Perception" 9,7,4,8,6,1,5,5,7 (2 successes) 2013-05-17 03:16:10 [HG27] Zale Sewell rolled 9 dice to "Listening" 10,5,10,3,10,7,7,7,5,10,10,7,5,2 (5 successes)
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Post by Lite on May 17, 2013 16:45:23 GMT -5
Riven Tanzanite: District One's Volunteer for the 27th Hunger Games, The Anguished Fencer [/u] “Nonviolence is a powerful and just weapon, which cuts without wounding and ennobles the man who wields it. It is a sword that heals.”[/color][/center] Riven blinked at Ember when she called her Queen Bee. The girl from District One looked at the girl from Twelve blankly for a moment before she realised that she was actually being addressed, before glancing at Diadem, giving her a confused look. Riven took out her medical kit and passed it to Ashlyn and Brad's mentor, still a little taken aback by her new nickname. Queen Bee. The girl chose to ignore the fact that she disliked the name, and looked at Timour when he spoke to her. Using her given name. “I'll join the others in taking first watch. Rest.” She told the boy from Twelve with a pleasant nod. As Silver and Ember began talking about their kills, Riven interjected, “With all due respect, Victors, kills should not be taken so lightly. There is little pride in gloating about the amount of kills you received. The fact is you survived and the others didn't. Speaking of death in such a nonchalant manner genuinely appals me: was it not you, Ms. Clay, who took part in the day of last Games, who allowed each tribute to be their own person? And now you speak of your kills as though the tributes were not people at all.” She realised she was stepping over boundaries, but she wasn't going to let someone step in and start tearing down her pre-determined morals regarding kills in the Arena without putting up a fight. “I apologise for my brashness.” Riven stated, silencing once more to keep watch and listen out for anything. When they began to depart, and Sam wished her and Zale care, she nodded back to him, “Of course. And you too.” She said, before turning and walking on towards the beach. * * * Riven listened to the conversation, and when it moved on to Lazuli, Riven sighed. “Bronze may be 'fuming', but I can assure you that any rage that man has towards the loss of my district partner could not match my own.” She told the others, “And I doubt that he shares my guilt and remorse.” Riven admitted. As Riven heard the chanting, she looked around and frowned, “What is that..?” She whispered, her hand already on the hilt of her sheathed sword.
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Post by CuteLikeMurder on May 18, 2013 15:04:08 GMT -5
Ember nodded at Zale’s words. “The truth is in the flames.”Diadem, Silver, and Ember’s faces went neutral at Riven’s harsh criticisms. They went still, their hearts like Jasmine’s frosted over. “Glory is what we reaped by our way of life. And our survival was bought and paid for with blood, Girl,” Silver replied to Riven. Ember and Diadem exchanged looks. Then the younger of the two glanced at Riven, taking a step forward, meeting the girl’s gaze with her slow burning stare. “I love it when people say things like ‘With all due respect.’ Because what follows is always something that is disrespectful. I love when people try to lie to themselves. It makes me happy inside.
“Look, Queen Bee, I’m working with the same person that ran my sister through with a sword, after she bushwacked the rest of her alliance.
“Would it appall you less if I got real chalant about all of this and just slit her throat and then yours? Would it make my sister any less dead? Would it make Cinder’s meaningless death meaningful somehow if we remembered that one of Diadem’s kills was had a name, a face, a life, and was the only person in this world that didn’t think I was a monster?
“We are killers, sweetheart. Goliath, Dee-Dee, the Ice Queen, and myself. We’re true blue killers. Not survivors. We didn’t survive. We killed. We killed without remorse and sometimes without reason. And we killed a lot of people between the four of us to get where we are today.
“I got me a score of six. And I remember each and every one of their names. Ford, Bogart, Galen, Brass, Lacey, and Lily. Roger would have put on that list if had been for Princess and Sweetness. When they died, they were awake, they facing me, and they were armed. When I put Bogart to the ax and let Felix do the same to Brass if felt like justice. But that doesn’t take away from the fact that I ended six people’s lives.
“I think it’s funny that you can kill a half-dozen people and come home as a hero just because they all ‘died the right way.’ And you can be called murderer for doing the same thing except you’re a little proud of it.
“Doesn’t stop there. In District 4 I’m an honorable warrior, battle-tested. But in District 11 I’m the big bad Butcher. I’m the boogeyman. Just goes to show you, one person’s hero is another person’s villain.
“Remember that when you play the Game.”*** Silver chuckled at Zale’s words. “Ha, yes. We should all be a touch fearful of fishermen, I always say.”When Riven spoke Ember looked back at her with a raised eyebrow and then glanced at Diadem. “Where do you find these guys, seriously?”“We all can't be as eloquent as you, Ember.” Diadem replied. Ember smirked. “Not a lot of people can… But she did basically say that whoever killed her district partner is going to die a horribly painful death, right?” she looked at Riven again and her smile widened. “See, you and me aren’t so different.”Ember’s hand tensed around her knife. “I hear it too…”Zale would hear it the best. The rhythmic chanting coming from the waves. Dad-a-chum? Dum-a-chum? Ded-a-chek? Did-a-chick?The chanting would stop just before a wave broke. Then it was would start all over again. Dad-a-chum? Dum-a-chum? Ded-a-chek? Did-a-chick?Then Zale could see something moving in the water. One set of claws poked out of the water coming toward the shore. Dad-a-chum? Dum-a-chum? Ded-a-chek? Did-a-chick?“Oh that is not good…” Ember said. The breast looked like a mutated version of a lobster. It’s armored body shimmered in the moonlight as it inched onto the shore. It moved in front of the gear drop, obviously letting the five know that it was it’s guardian. Dad-a-chum? Dum-a-chum? Ded-a-chek? Did-a-chick? The lobstrosity was a good 15-feet away from the group now. [Defense is 2 and Armor is 2]
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Post by Seryna on May 19, 2013 15:53:47 GMT -5
The Camp
"And then there were two." Sam stated as he watched Riven, Zale and the other mentors leave. He looked at the three tents where the others were sleeping.
"Not worrisome at all." A quick grin; a flash of white teeth in the darkness. Without light, blackness overcame the camp site. Had the others taken the head light and all forms of the glow sticks?
Sam turned outwards, watching the tree line and cliff line. This puts the cliffs that the others had climbed down at his back.
"So... thank you for coming, Jasmine. I... I wanted to talk to you about how you felt about the alliance that Iris and I have chosen."
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Post by Lite on May 19, 2013 16:28:45 GMT -5
Riven Tanzanite: District One's Volunteer for the 27th Hunger Games, The Anguished Fencer [/u] “Nonviolence is a powerful and just weapon, which cuts without wounding and ennobles the man who wields it. It is a sword that heals.”[/color][/center] Riven almost snorted at Ember, “We are nothing alike, you and I.” She retorted defensively, glancing at Diadem and clutching onto the hilt of her sword a little tighter. Couldn't she just give this girl the death she should have been given the year before? No. When the overgrown lobster emerged, Riven's breath caught in her throat and she froze for a second. She glanced at Ember, “Finally, something we can agree on.” Riven said with a small smirk, before drawing her sword and eyeing the lobster. “Attack it from different angles, I believe would be the correct way to go about this. Don't let it focus on us as a group.” Riven glanced around, “But I'm open to any other plans. Make them fast.”
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Post by Kulvar on May 19, 2013 17:26:58 GMT -5
[/u][/i][/url] "When you kill in cold blood, that cold seeps right into your being."[/center][/color][/i] Jasmine turned a touch from staring out into the darkness to look at Sam. It wasn't that the look was intentionally cold, but it certainly didn't hold any warmth either. She looked back out into the darkness, eyes acclimating to the dark. "Yer welcome, Sam. Contrary tuh wha's been said 'bout me back home... I do wanna see y'all, an' all muh future tributes, come 'ome."It was no secret that back home in District 11 that she had a far different title from the one she carried in the Capitol: b**** or traitor among the more common ones. The fact she usually didn't deny the accusations or returned them with a mute, cold, icy stare didn't help her case. It may seem like she didn't care, or cared about the wrong people, but truth was it was a defense mechanism for her. She skirted the edge of the camp until she stood next to her tribute. "Yuh've dun chosen 'n'honorable group. I dun think they'll turn on yuh 'fore the other 'lliance is dun fer. Ain't like th' group last year who dun left Bogart b'hind with l'il more'n'a word. Pick yer time to split carefully." It was the same advice Priya and Bran had given her, Sorrel, and Odin. It had served her well, and she figured it would be good to pass it along. Hit points: 21/21 Defense: 3 Willpower: 4/4
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Post by Seryna on May 19, 2013 20:31:59 GMT -5
The Camp"Of course you do. I never doubted that." Sam assures Jasmine sincerely. "I'm glad that you agree. Iris was worried about us not going with district seven, but I really liked Riven's offer. She seems very even and fair. How do you like district four? Zale has struck me as pretty ... zen? He's not blood thirsty or anything and that makes me comfortable working with him. Riva's been more quiet, but you can tell she was genuinely worried about Zale in the Roc fight. They're not just partners, they are friends. "Sam fell silent for a few moments as he considered Jasmine's advice. He turned his head and scanned the flat meadow, searching for movement. It was difficult to see in the dark, but he did his best. Sam turned back to the tents and took a few minutes to walk behind them, assuring that nothing had sneaked up and taken cover behind them while he was looking away. He quietly walked back to his post, sword unsheathed and in his hand. Sam rolled 5 dice to "Stealth (investigating for intruders behind the tents)" 2,2,7,10,6,8 (2 successes) Sam rolled 5 dice to "Perception" 10,2,8,10,4,10,7,6 (4 successes)
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