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Can you survive a rpg game? I’ll toss out senarios and you will answer them as if your own life depended on them. Example: You wake up in a room, with other people, what do you do.

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For every action, a die is rolled.


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Name: Lehro
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Necromancer
Alignment: Semi-evil

Name: Asroc
Gender: Male
Race: Adept
Class: Puppeteer of fallen machines.
Alignment: Unlawful Neutral

Name: Siira
Gender: Female
Race: Voldarian
Class: Energy being
Alignment: probably unlawful good is closest to get

This actually looks entertaining and a good way to explore our characters in scenarios they might not otherwise find themselves in....I would like to send a character in if it's okay? I dont know what kind of dice you expect thou....

Name: Allison Jackson
Gender: Female
Race: Demigod
Class: What?
Alignment: Uhh...I'm slightly behind on terminology, what does this mean?

Class is like say.... wizard, necromancer, warrior and so forth,

And yes, you can sent your character.

And Alignment is like the characters mentality, good, evil and anywhere in between.

Name: Siira
Gender: Female
Race: Voldarian
Class: Energy being
Alignment: probably unlawful good is closest to get

Name: Asroc
Gender: Male
Race: Adept
Class: Puppeteer of fallen machines.
Alignment: Unlawful Neutral

Okay. We can start the RPG.


You all wake in a run down cell. Your arms are chained to the wall. You can see a beam of light from a crack in the palace.

(Class: Demigod/ Guardian of the Hunt.
Alignment: Neutral Good)

Allison glares at the chains on her arms and she yanks futilely at them, causing them to rattle. She curses aloud in Ancient Greek, casting her blazing green gaze around, to see what surrounded her. It's a dank cell, with rusty bars...She considers the chains on her wrists, seeing that they too were rusty. Which meant they were easy to break. She concentrates on the water dripping from the ceiling and easily conforms it to her will, letting it wet her wrists, which were thin enough to slip through the manacles, if properly wet.

After she frees herself of the chains, she crouches, her sight blurred. It must've been a while that she'd been down here. Never had her demigod powers weakened her so. Her stomach growls, confirming her suspicions. She stands slowly, testing her limits.

(Geez, that's terrible. I didn't know what kind of die they wanted rolled, so I did a random one. Lol.)

Siira wakes not remembering how she had been captured, in the darkness the improved vision in her only good eye offers a silhouette of someone moving nearby.

In a slight panic she stands up and pulls hard against the chains holding her to the wall with her energized muscles.

((I am assuming were in the same cage? Or in adjacent cages?))

((I’d say not really either. More of a netrual reaction.

Even with her superior strength the chains prove to be too much for Siira to break. "Hello? Who is there?" She calls out and begins to scan the area around her for some kind of key to unlock herself, keeping her eyes peeled for incoming danger.

Nearby, a young blonde struggled at his chains. They wouldn’t budge, so he chanted a spell to counjure a skeleton.

Siira sees a flash of magic followed by the rattling sounds of what can only be death. Only catching a glimpse of this she reacts to her panic holding her hand out as far forward as she is able to and shoots a blast of energy at it, letting out a small eep-like scream.

The shot of energy hit the summoned monster. (Profanity warning) “God ******* damnit!” The blonde yelled as his creature deteriorated into a pile of dust and bones.

"Who is there?" Siira shouted with a shaky voice. She held her hand up still, the chain taunt to the wall still as she prepared to fire again if necessary. "I will do it again," she threatened, fear driving into her further.