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@vicious-caranid
[The wind felt strong, cold, and generally harsh. A small scroll got caught on Caranid's horn.]
[There was text below the picture.]
"I will always cherish you."
@vicious-caranid
aw, leter from bigkin :)
i hop theyr okey., havnt heard from in a whil :< i miss them
*Later, when the caranid goes to sleep, it takes the letter with it.*
[The wind died down.]
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Something falls down from The Hole™. It seems to be a charm, slightly damaged from being thrown down so far, most likely for the Vicious Caranid. Thankfully, it lands within the broken cage.
- @judge-of-pharloom
[The wind blew it onto the Vicious Caranid's mask. The charm rested peacefully onto the husk.]
[The wind was still.]
[The Mothers heard a heavy crash from the Big Hole.]
[A Vicious Caranid, unmoving except for beating as if it were a heart.]
@vicious-caranid
… AGH! Wh-wh… Kirr? That was-… uhm…
…
Oh it’s a dead thing.
What… happened to this one…? T-that’s an adult Caranid, how did it fall out of the air… why is it on this side of the kingdom? Mozs, wait-
Lo’? Lo’?? Caranid, I’m… so confused…
… why are they still pulsing?
[The Vicious Caranid didnt respond.]
[...Looking closer, one could see extremely recent results from a fight. A blunt force weapon had heavily dented its shell, aswell as seemingly removed a chunk of shell which included the wing.]
[The only remaining wing left, the right one, had seemed slightly blue.]
…
(Blue.)
(Mozs gasped and took a wingbeat backwards. Kirr glared down at the corpse with a dawning expression of fear and hatred.)
… No… n-no.
If that’s-… oh-oh my gods…
[The Unlucky Caranid kept beating, as if their heart had only strengthened at their demise.]
[The Blue Vines which entangled their shell looked wilted, at least. It didnt seem to pose a threat of infestation.]
I… It looks… dead… before it ever fell… what happened to it…?
…
… Kirr…?
(Blue. Blue. Blue. Blue. Blue. Blue. Blue. Blue. Blue. Blue. Blue. Blue. Blue. Blue. Bl)
(Kirr began to hyperventilate heavily.)
O-of course it would- of course it would! No matter how far I run it always comes to follow me- Even here it comes to taunt me with another one of its victims- here in our own fucking home- It’s taken so much from me… why not? Why not?
Wh… Kirr? Kirr…! are you…?! Liste…
(Mozs’ voice faded in Kirr’s mind as all of her attention went to the Caranid. The body, the body, the b)
[It kept beating. Never stopping. The husk flaunting its plasmified state with every movement the battered body made.]
[...A bit of Blue from its fractured mask dripped onto the ground, and quickly shriveled up.]
(Kirr continued breathing deep and heavy, almost slipping into horrific laughter at some moments while sobbing during others. She clutched her mask.)
(Mozs’ soft voice grew worried, panicked, but could not pierce the veil of hatred that began to creep over Kirr’s shell.)
(… That was it, wasn’t it? Hate was something she once could never fathom bearing in her kind soul.)
(…)
(Deathbleach didn’t deserve anything except such hatred.)
(She shrieked as she lunged, leading with her stinger and impaling the filthy Caranid’s husk upon it. She kept moving until her stinger met the wall, crushing the creature’s limp shell which clung to the moss as she pulled off of it.)
(It hurt. She found herself too angry to care. She spoke shaky to the now-mangled corpse, quiet but seething under her breath.)
Since my god-damn hatching, you have done little but ensnare bugs in my life and reduce them to nothing. Even here you take away one of my children, and now you have the audacity to just drop one of your victims on our doorstep…?
Is this another cruel joke of yours, fate? Another reminder of my failures? I’m not laughing. Who else would find this amusing but yourself? I have started my life anew, but you constantly wish to haunt me with this blue scum.
(She narrowed her eyes… then rammed forward, smashing the body between mask and stone.)
What will it take for you to know I’m tired? How many more times will you return? Why can’t I escape you, even in my own fucking mind?
(She rammed it again, shards of shell clattering to the ground around her among with splatting bits of blue.)
I was wary of you once, when I was little more then a grub. Then I was terrified. Now…? I hold only contempt and rage for your continued attempts at wriggling back into my life, my family, no matter what I try.
(Another slam onto the body, now wholy caved-in and splintered open.)
I always knew what you were! A damned parasite disguised in miracle liquid form, from the very start. Your very presence in the grotto is a mockery of what I’ve worked so hard to claim, what I’ve built for myself after what you took away…
(Rammed again, again, multiple times in a row now.)
I hate you, more than any bug or any thing that has ever flowed or crawled. Alluring the clueless and helpless only to ultimately take everything away… it’s disGUSTING!
(A charge so intense now, rocks loosened from the ceiling and smashed onto the mossy ground. Her head began to go numb from the repeated slamming against shell and stone, but Kirr only spoke louder.)
Please… I don’t even care if you’re listening. Just- just stop… Stop coming to ME.
(Ram.)
Are you not proud of what you’ve done, how you’ve spread?! You aren’t, it’s never enough is it?
(Ram.)
What more do you want from me!?
(Ram.)
WHAT.
(RAM)
MORE.
(RAM)
DO YOU.
(RAM)
WANT.
(RAM)
FROM ME?!
(RAM.)
…
(Mozs’ frantic screaming fell upon deaf antennae as the world grew blurry around Kirr, surrounded by dried up splotches of Deathbleach and shattered shell.)
(Kirr could only turn to the ground and weep into it.)
[The Vicious Caranid husk was broken apart, nearly unrecognizable if it weren't for its mask, which miraculously stayed mostly intact. Its body, however, was shattered into shards, the inside of each torn-apart piece of the husk was lined with Blue.]
[A picture fell out from under the Caranid's mask. Must've been kept close for safe keeping. A picture stained with Blue, of Vicious Caranid and a smaller, fluffy caranid.]
[There was text, blotted out by blue... It was difficult to read, but it said "I will always cherish you."]
……. ……. …….
(Kirr breathed deep and heavy… The rage was gone, all at once replaced by a physical pain in her upper mask and a deep, suffocating sense of unfulfillment.)
(Mozs went silent watching Kirr fall to the mossy floor and crying… almost half hysterically, much like Mozs herself had following Kirr’s apparent death.)
(Kirr glared down to the photo, stained by dry Deathbleach, as it glided down onto the moss beside her.)
(… It depicted the large Caranid in a non-infected state next to a younger, smaller Caranid. A forever ruined memory of this bug from a happier time. She squinted to read the message along the bottom.)
(The weight of what she had so blindly done crushed her heart as soon as she understood the text, and she fell harder unto the ground, surrounded by gibs.)
(Mozs felt helpless seeing it all, for she knew not what Kirr had to hear to calm down. Picking up and seeing the picture herself… she too felt a sense of grief for a fellow bug taken by Deathbleach.)
…
… Did they ever have a name…?
…
(She decided to approach Kirr, slow and soft as she crawled down to her partner’s level. She called out past Kirr’s sobbing.)
… Kirr?
(She turned, broken out of her apparent trance by the sound of her lover.)
(Kirr did not speak, but her eyes communicated everything. Shaken, confused… desperate for answers to questions that had fractured her mind and brought out the worst in her soul.)
… Let me handle this from here, dearest.
(Mozs and Kirr embraced, the latter giving a load-bearing sigh as they did. Kirr stood back as Mozs cleaned up what was left of the Caranid: the shards of dead shell hidden to decompose while the mask was plucked off the wall and, with the photo, was placed beside the old and large Citadelian cage. A small memorial.)
(Mozs looked upon the final handiwork with Kirr, then gazed back to her partner’s still-teary face.)
(No words were traded, Mozs saw easily Kirr’s exhaustion and ultimately neither could think of any… They would return to the nest for now, the words would come to them later.)
(Kirr had to keep herself from looking back down at the improvised memorial as they left. She knew it would be too painful to bear.)
[The wind blew calmy... You had a feeling that you had brought some peace to the Vicious Caranid's soul.]
“CAW!”
<@craw-messenger-official flaps down from the hole to Greymoor.>
“Caranid! I’m just coming to say hi, and thank you for the…”
<the Craw trails off as it begins to realize what has happened.>
[Vicious Caranid wasnt there.]
[The wind was blowing West. You felt as if you should follow it.]
<There was no sign of the Caranid, and from the looks of things, they hadn’t been there in a while.>
<Westward, then, and follow the wind.>
<In time, the Craw came to Moss Grotto, further than they liked to go from home, but necessary to discover what had happened. And there, at the bottom of a massive chasm…>
[Revealed a Very dead Vicious Caranid.]
[Upon inspection, they seemed to have gotten into a fight before their passing. Wilted Blue vines wrapped around their shell, and partially infiltrated their insides.]
[There also seemed to be a Lot of postmortem damage. Evidence of a stabbing from a large stinger, and Severe blunt force trauma to their shell. It was a small miracle, or perhaps a curse, that their shell wasnt crumbled into shards.]
Oh- no! No! What happened? Caranid, how did this…
<The Craw picks up a blue vine into one claw.>
…oh.
<Somewhere beneath their cloak, Maven pales.>
In Crawfather’s name…
I… I won’t let what happened to you happen to anyone else. I promise! This… thing, whatever it did to you…
<Maven shudders at the extent the vines had infiltrated the Caranid’s body.>
…I’ll stop it. Or… I’ll try.
I’ll try.
<With a final look at their friend, Maven turns back towards Greymoor.>
[The Husk was unmoving. The wind, though, was blowing in the direction of Greymoor. As if Pharloom itself had graced Maven with an easier flight.]
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Oh dear...
-the voice didn't seem to come from any other body, not a physical one, at least-
You were meant to be eternal, meant to join us, us and our escape from death's unjust grasp..
-rather, it seems to be speaking through whatever soul-devouring lifeblood is left in the husk-
...yet, you manage to leave us
..would you like to be reborn, to achieve the life we tried to promise?
-it doesn't seek a verbal answer, rather, it seeks a will-
@lifeblood-all-yours
[There was no answer. They were gone. No trace of their soul remained within the battered shell.]
Ah.. the soul faded as well?..
..we hope your death is welcomed by what lies beyond
-a few tears are left around the corpse-
[The husk lay unmoving.]
“CAW!”
<@craw-messenger-official flaps down from the hole to Greymoor.>
“Caranid! I’m just coming to say hi, and thank you for the…”
<the Craw trails off as it begins to realize what has happened.>
[Vicious Caranid wasnt there.]
[The wind was blowing West. You felt as if you should follow it.]
<There was no sign of the Caranid, and from the looks of things, they hadn’t been there in a while.>
<Westward, then, and follow the wind.>
<In time, the Craw came to Moss Grotto, further than they liked to go from home, but necessary to discover what had happened. And there, at the bottom of a massive chasm…>
[Revealed a Very dead Vicious Caranid.]
[Upon inspection, they seemed to have gotten into a fight before their passing. Wilted Blue vines wrapped around their shell, and partially infiltrated their insides.]
[There also seemed to be a Lot of postmortem damage. Evidence of a stabbing from a large stinger, and Severe blunt force trauma to their shell. It was a small miracle, or perhaps a curse, that their shell wasnt crumbled into shards.]
Oh dear...
-the voice didn't seem to come from any other body, not a physical one, at least-
You were meant to be eternal, meant to join us, us and our escape from death's unjust grasp..
-rather, it seems to be speaking through whatever soul-devouring lifeblood is left in the husk-
...yet, you manage to leave us
..would you like to be reborn, to achieve the life we tried to promise?
-it doesn't seek a verbal answer, rather, it seeks a will-
@lifeblood-all-yours
[There was no answer. They were gone. No trace of their soul remained within the battered shell.]
“CAW!”
<@craw-messenger-official flaps down from the hole to Greymoor.>
“Caranid! I’m just coming to say hi, and thank you for the…”
<the Craw trails off as it begins to realize what has happened.>
[Vicious Caranid wasnt there.]
[The wind was blowing West. You felt as if you should follow it.]
[The Mothers heard a heavy crash from the Big Hole.]
[A Vicious Caranid, unmoving except for beating as if it were a heart.]
@vicious-caranid
… AGH! Wh-wh… Kirr? That was-… uhm…
…
Oh it’s a dead thing.
What… happened to this one…? T-that’s an adult Caranid, how did it fall out of the air… why is it on this side of the kingdom? Mozs, wait-
Lo’? Lo’?? Caranid, I’m… so confused…
… why are they still pulsing?
[The Vicious Caranid didnt respond.]
[...Looking closer, one could see extremely recent results from a fight. A blunt force weapon had heavily dented its shell, aswell as seemingly removed a chunk of shell which included the wing.]
[The only remaining wing left, the right one, had seemed slightly blue.]
…
(Blue.)
(Mozs gasped and took a wingbeat backwards. Kirr glared down at the corpse with a dawning expression of fear and hatred.)
… No… n-no.
If that’s-… oh-oh my gods…
[The Unlucky Caranid kept beating, as if their heart had only strengthened at their demise.]
[The Blue Vines which entangled their shell looked wilted, at least. It didnt seem to pose a threat of infestation.]
I… It looks… dead… before it ever fell… what happened to it…?
…
… Kirr…?
(Blue. Blue. Blue. Blue. Blue. Blue. Blue. Blue. Blue. Blue. Blue. Blue. Blue. Blue. Bl)
(Kirr began to hyperventilate heavily.)
O-of course it would- of course it would! No matter how far I run it always comes to follow me- Even here it comes to taunt me with another one of its victims- here in our own fucking home- It’s taken so much from me… why not? Why not?
Wh… Kirr? Kirr…! are you…?! Liste…
(Mozs’ voice faded in Kirr’s mind as all of her attention went to the Caranid. The body, the body, the b)
[It kept beating. Never stopping. The husk flaunting its plasmified state with every movement the battered body made.]
[...A bit of Blue from its fractured mask dripped onto the ground, and quickly shriveled up.]
(Kirr continued breathing deep and heavy, almost slipping into horrific laughter at some moments while sobbing during others. She clutched her mask.)
(Mozs’ soft voice grew worried, panicked, but could not pierce the veil of hatred that began to creep over Kirr’s shell.)
(… That was it, wasn’t it? Hate was something she once could never fathom bearing in her kind soul.)
(…)
(Deathbleach didn’t deserve anything except such hatred.)
(She shrieked as she lunged, leading with her stinger and impaling the filthy Caranid’s husk upon it. She kept moving until her stinger met the wall, crushing the creature’s limp shell which clung to the moss as she pulled off of it.)
(It hurt. She found herself too angry to care. She spoke shaky to the now-mangled corpse, quiet but seething under her breath.)
Since my god-damn hatching, you have done little but ensnare bugs in my life and reduce them to nothing. Even here you take away one of my children, and now you have the audacity to just drop one of your victims on our doorstep…?
Is this another cruel joke of yours, fate? Another reminder of my failures? I’m not laughing. Who else would find this amusing but yourself? I have started my life anew, but you constantly wish to haunt me with this blue scum.
(She narrowed her eyes… then rammed forward, smashing the body between mask and stone.)
What will it take for you to know I’m tired? How many more times will you return? Why can’t I escape you, even in my own fucking mind?
(She rammed it again, shards of shell clattering to the ground around her among with splatting bits of blue.)
I was wary of you once, when I was little more then a grub. Then I was terrified. Now…? I hold only contempt and rage for your continued attempts at wriggling back into my life, my family, no matter what I try.
(Another slam onto the body, now wholy caved-in and splintered open.)
I always knew what you were! A damned parasite disguised in miracle liquid form, from the very start. Your very presence in the grotto is a mockery of what I’ve worked so hard to claim, what I’ve built for myself after what you took away…
(Rammed again, again, multiple times in a row now.)
I hate you, more than any bug or any thing that has ever flowed or crawled. Alluring the clueless and helpless only to ultimately take everything away… it’s disGUSTING!
(A charge so intense now, rocks loosened from the ceiling and smashed onto the mossy ground. Her head began to go numb from the repeated slamming against shell and stone, but Kirr only spoke louder.)
Please… I don’t even care if you’re listening. Just- just stop… Stop coming to ME.
(Ram.)
Are you not proud of what you’ve done, how you’ve spread?! You aren’t, it’s never enough is it?
(Ram.)
What more do you want from me!?
(Ram.)
WHAT.
(RAM)
MORE.
(RAM)
DO YOU.
(RAM)
WANT.
(RAM)
FROM ME?!
(RAM.)
…
(Mozs’ frantic screaming fell upon deaf antennae as the world grew blurry around Kirr, surrounded by dried up splotches of Deathbleach and shattered shell.)
(Kirr could only turn to the ground and weep into it.)
[The Vicious Caranid husk was broken apart, nearly unrecognizable if it weren't for its mask, which miraculously stayed mostly intact. Its body, however, was shattered into shards, the inside of each torn-apart piece of the husk was lined with Blue.]
[A picture fell out from under the Caranid's mask. Must've been kept close for safe keeping. A picture stained with Blue, of Vicious Caranid and a smaller, fluffy caranid.]
[There was text, blotted out by blue... It was difficult to read, but it said "I will always cherish you."]
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[The Mothers heard a heavy crash from the Big Hole.]
[A Vicious Caranid, unmoving except for beating as if it were a heart.]
@vicious-caranid
… AGH! Wh-wh… Kirr? That was-… uhm…
…
Oh it’s a dead thing.
What… happened to this one…? T-that’s an adult Caranid, how did it fall out of the air… why is it on this side of the kingdom? Mozs, wait-
Lo’? Lo’?? Caranid, I’m… so confused…
… why are they still pulsing?
[The Vicious Caranid didnt respond.]
[...Looking closer, one could see extremely recent results from a fight. A blunt force weapon had heavily dented its shell, aswell as seemingly removed a chunk of shell which included the wing.]
[The only remaining wing left, the right one, had seemed slightly blue.]
…
(Blue.)
(Mozs gasped and took a wingbeat backwards. Kirr glared down at the corpse with a dawning expression of fear and hatred.)
… No… n-no.
If that’s-… oh-oh my gods…
[The Unlucky Caranid kept beating, as if their heart had only strengthened at their demise.]
[The Blue Vines which entangled their shell looked wilted, at least. It didnt seem to pose a threat of infestation.]
I… It looks… dead… before it ever fell… what happened to it…?
…
… Kirr…?
(Blue. Blue. Blue. Blue. Blue. Blue. Blue. Blue. Blue. Blue. Blue. Blue. Blue. Blue. Bl)
(Kirr began to hyperventilate heavily.)
O-of course it would- of course it would! No matter how far I run it always comes to follow me- Even here it comes to taunt me with another one of its victims- here in our own fucking home- It’s taken so much from me… why not? Why not?
Wh… Kirr? Kirr…! are you…?! Liste…
(Mozs’ voice faded in Kirr’s mind as all of her attention went to the Caranid. The body, the body, the b)
[It kept beating. Never stopping. The husk flaunting its plasmified state with every movement the battered body made.]
[...A bit of Blue from its fractured mask dripped onto the ground, and quickly shriveled up.]
[The Mothers heard a heavy crash from the Big Hole.]
[A Vicious Caranid, unmoving except for beating as if it were a heart.]
@vicious-caranid
… AGH! Wh-wh… Kirr? That was-… uhm…
…
Oh it’s a dead thing.
What… happened to this one…? T-that’s an adult Caranid, how did it fall out of the air… why is it on this side of the kingdom? Mozs, wait-
Lo’? Lo’?? Caranid, I’m… so confused…
… why are they still pulsing?
[The Vicious Caranid didnt respond.]
[...Looking closer, one could see extremely recent results from a fight. A blunt force weapon had heavily dented its shell, aswell as seemingly removed a chunk of shell which included the wing.]
[The only remaining wing left, the right one, had seemed slightly blue.]
…
(Blue.)
(Mozs gasped and took a wingbeat backwards. Kirr glared down at the corpse with a dawning expression of fear and hatred.)
… No… n-no.
If that’s-… oh-oh my gods…
[The Unlucky Caranid kept beating, as if their heart had only strengthened at their demise.]
[The Blue Vines which entangled their shell looked wilted, at least. It didnt seem to pose a threat of infestation.]
Rest easy big fella
@kipsrealblog
[The wind was still.]
[The Mothers heard a heavy crash from the Big Hole.]
[A Vicious Caranid, unmoving except for beating as if it were a heart.]
@vicious-caranid
… AGH! Wh-wh… Kirr? That was-… uhm…
…
Oh it’s a dead thing.
What… happened to this one…? T-that’s an adult Caranid, how did it fall out of the air… why is it on this side of the kingdom? Mozs, wait-
Lo’? Lo’?? Caranid, I’m… so confused…
… why are they still pulsing?
[The Vicious Caranid didnt respond.]
[...Looking closer, one could see extremely recent results from a fight. A blunt force weapon had heavily dented its shell, aswell as seemingly removed a chunk of shell which included the wing.]
[The only remaining wing left, the right one, had seemed slightly blue.]
[The @vicious-caranid woke up from their nap.]
gilded one... before we depart... may i ask your name? i want to thank you properly later...
[Vicious Caranid slugglishly moved their wings, beginning to hover off of the ground.]
They looked up from their weapon, a note of surprise in their voice.
"My... name? I do not have one. It has never been the concern of the Judges to have them. And regardless, I am the only one left now, aside from the great Last Judge at the Grand Gate and several Squirrm that are far from maturity. If you must, please refer to me as 'The Judge'," they explained, standing up.
"Are you ready?"
i am sorry to hear about you being the only judge left... for what its worth, you seem to keep true to your role.
[Vicious Caranid tried to wake themselves up, being lucid enough to fly correctly. Not even the heavy winds of Blasted Steps ruined their flight.]
And yes. I'm ready. Thank you.
<26/30>
The Judge began to lead the Vicious Caranid through the Blasted Steps, careful to keep them within their sight.
"If I may inquire, sharp bug, who is the fluffy one of your kind you spoke of earlier?" They asked while jumping onto a platform.
the fluffy one... despite the skarr around far fields, and the other beasts, they never once showed any aggression to them... or at all. i doubt there is a single beat of hatred beneath their shell... they show kindness to every bug they meet, and...
...theyre really precious. it was my duty to protect them, before they left the fields. they live at verdania now, i heard... im proud of them.
[The Wind started pick up, and Vicious Caranid hovered closer to the ground. They were getting close.]
<27/30>
The Judge smiled, despite knowing the Vicious Caranid could not see past their mask.
"They sound quite pleasant to be around. I have not heard much of 'Verdania' except it was formerly a lush, vibrant place. Reminds me of that those coral bugs say of this land's past... ah, please excuse my constant chatter. I do believe we are close to your destination."
i have never been there myself... i have lived in far fields close to my entire life...
[They arrived at the Bell Station... Nobody was there.]
yarnaby... YARNABY!
...perhaps she is down below, and we just missed her... i have heard she is a recluse.
<28/30>
The Judge tightened her grip on his shield. They pointed to the enterance just past the station with their mallet.
"I shall check that way, follow if you so choose."
It began walking towards the enterance.
judge... i feel...
[Vicious Caranid collapsed on the bellway. They twitched, and beated with the rythm they had while unconscious.]
<29/30>
The Judge saw them collapse, immediately taking a step back and almost falling into the sandcarvers below.
"Oh fffffffuck."
They quickly checked what was past the Bellway. Nothing but the empty bags of slain theives and a tent with hushed chatter. They made a mental note to check on that later and rushed back towards the Bellway, pacing anxiously while thinking of and eliminating possibly solutions.
<30/30>
[Vicious Caranid rose. Their eyes shone with a teal blue hue. They swung their stinger at Judge, who managed to block it in time.]
VC - 4/4 Masks, Judge - 4/4 Masks
Rolled evasion 1d8 - Rolled a 6!
Used Vital Vomit 1d10 - Rolled a 9!
[A blue liquid simmered out of their mask. It seemed to overflow, leaking out of their carapace aswell.]
Rolled evasion 1d10 - Rolled a 2!
[The Judge, taken aback by their first attack, didn't react fast enough to their second one. 3/4 masks remaining.]
Rolled offensive 1d12 - Rolled a 12!
[They aimed to swing their mallet right into the Vicious Caranid's mask.]
[What normallly wouldve fractured a bug's mask, instead tore the Vicious Caranid's mask. Their shell was now soft and bloated, blue ichor leaking out of the wound.]
VC - 3/4, Judge - 3/4
Rolled evasion 1d8 - Rolled a 1...
Rolled Stinger Whip 2d7 - Rolled a 4 and a 2, a 6 in total!
Rolled evasion 1d10 - Rolled a 6 (hit)
1/4 masks remaining...
[The Judge staggered back, feeling the damages in their armor.]
Rolled Offensive 2d5 - Rolled a 5 and 3, totaling to an 8!
[Judge hit Vicious Caranid heavily, sending them near the Big Hole.]
VC - 1/4, Judge - 1/4
Rolled Evasion 1d8 - Rolled a 7.
Used Vital Vomit, 1d10 - Rolled a 6!
[A voice choked out of the plamsmified husk. Barely audible.]
iimmm... ssssssorrryyy....
Rolled Evasion 1d10 - Rolled a 9!
"As am I, sharp bug... a fight was not my wish..." The Judge said as they dodged the attack. Any emotion that would be on their face was covered by their metal mask.
Rolled Offensive 1d12 - Rolled a 4!
[The Vicious Caranid barely been hit, but the negligable damage had been regenerated, rending the attack pointless.]
VC - 1/4, Judge - 1/4
Rolled Evasion 1d8 - Rolled a 3...
Used Vital Vomit 1d10, rolled a 3...
[The Vicious Caranid had slowed down, giving Judge a perfect moment to strike!]
Rolled evasion 1d10 - Rolled a 4!
[The Judge stayed silent. 1/4 masks remaining.]
Rolled Offensive 1d12 - Rolled a 12!
<0/4, 1/4>
[Judge struck the Vicious Caranid with an incredibly heavy blow, tearing a chunk of their shell off, connected to their wing. Unable to fly, Vicious Caranid fell.]
[...Seemed like a long way down, Judge had a moment to rest. She sat down, and heard the Vicious Caranid hit the cages down below... And then, a distant, heavy crash.]
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[The @vicious-caranid woke up from their nap.]
gilded one... before we depart... may i ask your name? i want to thank you properly later...
[Vicious Caranid slugglishly moved their wings, beginning to hover off of the ground.]
They looked up from their weapon, a note of surprise in their voice.
"My... name? I do not have one. It has never been the concern of the Judges to have them. And regardless, I am the only one left now, aside from the great Last Judge at the Grand Gate and several Squirrm that are far from maturity. If you must, please refer to me as 'The Judge'," they explained, standing up.
"Are you ready?"
i am sorry to hear about you being the only judge left... for what its worth, you seem to keep true to your role.
[Vicious Caranid tried to wake themselves up, being lucid enough to fly correctly. Not even the heavy winds of Blasted Steps ruined their flight.]
And yes. I'm ready. Thank you.
<26/30>
The Judge began to lead the Vicious Caranid through the Blasted Steps, careful to keep them within their sight.
"If I may inquire, sharp bug, who is the fluffy one of your kind you spoke of earlier?" They asked while jumping onto a platform.
the fluffy one... despite the skarr around far fields, and the other beasts, they never once showed any aggression to them... or at all. i doubt there is a single beat of hatred beneath their shell... they show kindness to every bug they meet, and...
...theyre really precious. it was my duty to protect them, before they left the fields. they live at verdania now, i heard... im proud of them.
[The Wind started pick up, and Vicious Caranid hovered closer to the ground. They were getting close.]
<27/30>
The Judge smiled, despite knowing the Vicious Caranid could not see past their mask.
"They sound quite pleasant to be around. I have not heard much of 'Verdania' except it was formerly a lush, vibrant place. Reminds me of that those coral bugs say of this land's past... ah, please excuse my constant chatter. I do believe we are close to your destination."
i have never been there myself... i have lived in far fields close to my entire life...
[They arrived at the Bell Station... Nobody was there.]
yarnaby... YARNABY!
...perhaps she is down below, and we just missed her... i have heard she is a recluse.
<28/30>
The Judge tightened her grip on his shield. They pointed to the enterance just past the station with their mallet.
"I shall check that way, follow if you so choose."
It began walking towards the enterance.
judge... i feel...
[Vicious Caranid collapsed on the bellway. They twitched, and beated with the rythm they had while unconscious.]
<29/30>
The Judge saw them collapse, immediately taking a step back and almost falling into the sandcarvers below.
"Oh fffffffuck."
They quickly checked what was past the Bellway. Nothing but the empty bags of slain theives and a tent with hushed chatter. They made a mental note to check on that later and rushed back towards the Bellway, pacing anxiously while thinking of and eliminating possibly solutions.
<30/30>
[Vicious Caranid rose. Their eyes shone with a teal blue hue. They swung their stinger at Judge, who managed to block it in time.]
VC - 4/4 Masks, Judge - 4/4 Masks
Rolled evasion 1d8 - Rolled a 6!
Used Vital Vomit 1d10 - Rolled a 9!
[A blue liquid simmered out of their mask. It seemed to overflow, leaking out of their carapace aswell.]
Rolled evasion 1d10 - Rolled a 2!
[The Judge, taken aback by their first attack, didn't react fast enough to their second one. 3/4 masks remaining.]
Rolled offensive 1d12 - Rolled a 12!
[They aimed to swing their mallet right into the Vicious Caranid's mask.]
[What normallly wouldve fractured a bug's mask, instead tore the Vicious Caranid's mask. Their shell was now soft and bloated, blue ichor leaking out of the wound.]
VC - 3/4, Judge - 3/4
Rolled evasion 1d8 - Rolled a 1...
Rolled Stinger Whip 2d7 - Rolled a 4 and a 2, a 6 in total!
Rolled evasion 1d10 - Rolled a 6 (hit)
1/4 masks remaining...
[The Judge staggered back, feeling the damages in their armor.]
Rolled Offensive 2d5 - Rolled a 5 and 3, totaling to an 8!
[Judge hit Vicious Caranid heavily, sending them near the Big Hole.]
VC - 1/4, Judge - 1/4
Rolled Evasion 1d8 - Rolled a 7.
Used Vital Vomit, 1d10 - Rolled a 6!
[A voice choked out of the plamsmified husk. Barely audible.]
iimmm... ssssssorrryyy....
Rolled Evasion 1d10 - Rolled a 9!
"As am I, sharp bug... a fight was not my wish..." The Judge said as they dodged the attack. Any emotion that would be on their face was covered by their metal mask.
Rolled Offensive 1d12 - Rolled a 4!
[The Vicious Caranid barely been hit, but the negligable damage had been regenerated, rending the attack pointless.]
VC - 1/4, Judge - 1/4
Rolled Evasion 1d8 - Rolled a 3...
Used Vital Vomit 1d10, rolled a 3...
[The Vicious Caranid had slowed down, giving Judge a perfect moment to strike!]
[The @vicious-caranid woke up from their nap.]
gilded one... before we depart... may i ask your name? i want to thank you properly later...
[Vicious Caranid slugglishly moved their wings, beginning to hover off of the ground.]
They looked up from their weapon, a note of surprise in their voice.
"My... name? I do not have one. It has never been the concern of the Judges to have them. And regardless, I am the only one left now, aside from the great Last Judge at the Grand Gate and several Squirrm that are far from maturity. If you must, please refer to me as 'The Judge'," they explained, standing up.
"Are you ready?"
i am sorry to hear about you being the only judge left... for what its worth, you seem to keep true to your role.
[Vicious Caranid tried to wake themselves up, being lucid enough to fly correctly. Not even the heavy winds of Blasted Steps ruined their flight.]
And yes. I'm ready. Thank you.
<26/30>
The Judge began to lead the Vicious Caranid through the Blasted Steps, careful to keep them within their sight.
"If I may inquire, sharp bug, who is the fluffy one of your kind you spoke of earlier?" They asked while jumping onto a platform.
the fluffy one... despite the skarr around far fields, and the other beasts, they never once showed any aggression to them... or at all. i doubt there is a single beat of hatred beneath their shell... they show kindness to every bug they meet, and...
...theyre really precious. it was my duty to protect them, before they left the fields. they live at verdania now, i heard... im proud of them.
[The Wind started pick up, and Vicious Caranid hovered closer to the ground. They were getting close.]
<27/30>
The Judge smiled, despite knowing the Vicious Caranid could not see past their mask.
"They sound quite pleasant to be around. I have not heard much of 'Verdania' except it was formerly a lush, vibrant place. Reminds me of that those coral bugs say of this land's past... ah, please excuse my constant chatter. I do believe we are close to your destination."
i have never been there myself... i have lived in far fields close to my entire life...
[They arrived at the Bell Station... Nobody was there.]
yarnaby... YARNABY!
...perhaps she is down below, and we just missed her... i have heard she is a recluse.
<28/30>
The Judge tightened her grip on his shield. They pointed to the enterance just past the station with their mallet.
"I shall check that way, follow if you so choose."
It began walking towards the enterance.
judge... i feel...
[Vicious Caranid collapsed on the bellway. They twitched, and beated with the rythm they had while unconscious.]
<29/30>
The Judge saw them collapse, immediately taking a step back and almost falling into the sandcarvers below.
"Oh fffffffuck."
They quickly checked what was past the Bellway. Nothing but the empty bags of slain theives and a tent with hushed chatter. They made a mental note to check on that later and rushed back towards the Bellway, pacing anxiously while thinking of and eliminating possibly solutions.
<30/30>
[Vicious Caranid rose. Their eyes shone with a teal blue hue. They swung their stinger at Judge, who managed to block it in time.]
VC - 4/4 Masks, Judge - 4/4 Masks
Rolled evasion 1d8 - Rolled a 6!
Used Vital Vomit 1d10 - Rolled a 9!
[A blue liquid simmered out of their mask. It seemed to overflow, leaking out of their carapace aswell.]
Rolled evasion 1d10 - Rolled a 2!
[The Judge, taken aback by their first attack, didn't react fast enough to their second one. 3/4 masks remaining.]
Rolled offensive 1d12 - Rolled a 12!
[They aimed to swing their mallet right into the Vicious Caranid's mask.]
[What normallly wouldve fractured a bug's mask, instead tore the Vicious Caranid's mask. Their shell was now soft and bloated, blue ichor leaking out of the wound.]
VC - 3/4, Judge - 3/4
Rolled evasion 1d8 - Rolled a 1...
Rolled Stinger Whip 2d7 - Rolled a 4 and a 2, a 6 in total!
Rolled evasion 1d10 - Rolled a 6 (hit)
1/4 masks remaining...
[The Judge staggered back, feeling the damages in their armor.]
Rolled Offensive 2d5 - Rolled a 5 and 3, totaling to an 8!
[Judge hit Vicious Caranid heavily, sending them near the Big Hole.]
VC - 1/4, Judge - 1/4
Rolled Evasion 1d8 - Rolled a 7.
Used Vital Vomit, 1d10 - Rolled a 6!
[A voice choked out of the plamsmified husk. Barely audible.]
iimmm... ssssssorrryyy....
