12 . (player plot) the academy expedition

[clocktowers]

Who: Those who are joining Ozpin's expedition! Network post here, or handwave an invite. OPEN to all.
What: A dungeon crawl with optional dice rolls.
When: Throughout October. You can state when your character goes, or keep it vague.
Where: The forest past the eastern edge of Prufrock.

THE BASICS

At the easternmost edge of Prufrock is a stone fortress, abandoned and overgrown. This place was once a shelter for Hunters in times of rampant Beasthood: it is highly defensible and hewn from the same pale stone as the Gate. These days, it's fallen into disrepair, overrun with monsters and choked by hostile plant life.

If the road can be cleared, the monsters evicted, and the damage repaired, this place could become the site of Ozpin's new combat academy and hub for Hunters. That's why he's sending you in.

These prompts will span September 30 - October 30, 2022. Many different groups can tackle the same hazards until the danger is fully cleared out.

HOW TO PLAY

This part is optional. You can always ignore the rolls and just use the log like a normal log.

Each character gets three stats:

• Might (ability to withstand physical damage)
  
• Speed (ability to dodge hazards)
  
• Stability (ability to resist Corruption)

• If your character is average in a stat, +0.
  
• If they're very skilled, +2.
  
• If they're godlike at it, +4.
  
• If they suck at something, -2.
  
• If you're just being mean, -4.

At each step of the quest is a prompt with dice challenges. You roll a d20, add your character's stat bonus, then use your total to fail or succeed at the task.

Thanks for participating!

Comments

[azurestar]

[He maintains the star as a light source and sends it further down so he can get a clear look at her situation. Seeing her hand brush the rope, he carefully steadies it within grasping range, if she doesn't come up and grab it soon, he's going to get down there somehow.

But then her head bursts through and sees her hand close around the rope. He's already braced to start pulling up her weight, but he doesn't give a good tug right away as she only has one hand on it. For now, he gives it a gentle tug to let her know there's someone on the other end. He doesn't expect her to be able to reply, but hopes she can understand and follow instructions, so he wastes no time speaking up and looking down to watch for her reaction.]

It's tied in a loop! If you can get it under your arms, I'll pull you up!

[faceblocks]

[that, she can do, through the coughs and gasps, and once under, she's able to give a thumbs up into the light even though her eyes shut with each cough. her eye's gone numb, she can feel it - but at least she can still see out of it.]

[azurestar]

[The moment he sees the thumbs up, he starts pulling, bracing and winding the rope around his waist. The process is careful and moderately paced as he doesn't want to rush and take more than he can handle or jostle the rotting wood more. Ugh, there's so many factors to consider here. He raises the star he created up higher so she has light to see but isn't blinded. And then eventually, he sees the top of her head from where he's braced his feet near the edge of the hole.]

Whew! There you are. How's your head?

[faceblocks]

[she's nothing but coughs - any sort of acknowledgement has to wait until she claws her way up, pulling herself up and over with a precision that seems like one part luck two parts witchcraft - she manages to dodge anything rotting, anything splitting, anything fragile enough to send her back down again. and then she manages a laugh as she retches, spitting up murky water onto the ground. maybe a little onto lance. sorry.]

H-here I am.

[she sputters, trying to regain her breath through another spate of coughs.]

Bleeding, but [a laugh cough laugh] it feels fine. Doesn't even hurt.

[azurestar]

[His brows go up, impressed at her precise and smooth way of pulling herself up onto the floor. He himself is a combat gymnast type and he knows skill when he sees it. And the puking on him gets a grossed out look, but he doesn't say anything, having been in that position a few times himself.

He pats her on the back to help dislodge the gunk and water some more and then leans over to try and get a better look at her head.]

Oh yeah, I bet it feels like a massage on spa day. [Flat, dry sarcasm.] You probably have a concussion.