Patrollogs
(An arcane battle)
[Tue Nov 12 2024]
At The Trove Barcade
This room is dominated by a sprawling, weathered bar. The bar's surface, polished to a high sheen, is inlaid with a mosaic of colorful sea glass, glinting in the dim, lantern-like lighting.
The walls, painted a deep, oceanic blue, are adorned with an eclectic assortment of nautical paraphernalia. Aged maps, and faded flags are interspersed with vintage arcade game marquees. The ceiling, draped with tattered sails and thick, knotted ropes, gives the impression of being below deck on a ship.
In the corners of the room, clusters of arcade games flicker and beep, their colorful screens casting a kaleidoscope of light onto the wooden floorboards. The air is filled with the clatter of pinball machines, the electronic melodies of video games, and the occasional thud of an axe hitting its target.
Behind the bar, a vast array of bottles is displayed, their contents ranging from craft beers to exotic rums. The bartenders, dressed in pirate garb, deftly mix cocktails, their movements punctuated by the clink of glass and the hiss of a freshly opened beer.
North/South: Restrooms
Northeast: Games
East: Axe Throwing
Southeast: Competitive Games
Down: Laser Tag
It is afternoon, about 46F(7C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's raining outside.
a low hiss emits from the shadows all around, and two yellow eyes stare out from inside.
Sam walks over to the western wall, makes a bow, then clasps his hand around his arcane focus.
A snake, make of shadow, lashes out towards you, fangs bared in a snarl!
Emily says "No... SOMETHING is happening at the cabin...."
...
The snake of shadow seems to start to coil around the base of the throat, eyes wide and fangs poised to strike!
Emily shrieks and starts to thrash in panic.
Sam smirks, cracking his knuckles as he extends a finger forward.
Sam says "Ain't nuthing personal, yeh? "
Emily yells out in terror and panic.
As the yells and terror grow, so does the dark serpent, its grasp only tightening and tightening...
Sam clenches his hand into a fist, licking his lips as he smirks broadly. "Your energy... is DEAD!"
Emily suddenly siezes up, her back going completly rigid and arching painfully as a stream of faintly glowing red energy flows out of her mouth and disappears into the air.
All the nearby lights flicker and die for a second before a stream of faintly glowing red energy coalesces out of the air and flows into a small gem in Sam's hand.
Emily collapses on the floor as she goes rigid.
Emily is lying on the floor, staring ahead in terror, seemingly frozen in anguish.
Powers floods the assault as someone else adds their arcane might in support.
An Arcane Battle 241113
(An arcane battle)
[Tue Nov 12 2024]
At The Trove Barcade
This room is dominated by a sprawling, weathered bar. The bar's surface, polished to a high sheen, is inlaid with a mosaic of colorful sea glass, glinting in the dim, lantern-like lighting.
The walls, painted a deep, oceanic blue, are adorned with an eclectic assortment of nautical paraphernalia. Aged maps, and faded flags are interspersed with vintage arcade game marquees. The ceiling, draped with tattered sails and thick, knotted ropes, gives the impression of being below deck on a ship.
In the corners of the room, clusters of arcade games flicker and beep, their colorful screens casting a kaleidoscope of light onto the wooden floorboards. The air is filled with the clatter of pinball machines, the electronic melodies of video games, and the occasional thud of an axe hitting its target.
Behind the bar, a vast array of bottles is displayed, their contents ranging from craft beers to exotic rums. The bartenders, dressed in pirate garb, deftly mix cocktails, their movements punctuated by the clink of glass and the hiss of a freshly opened beer.
North/South: Restrooms
Northeast: Games
East: Axe Throwing
Southeast: Competitive Games
Down: Laser Tag
It is afternoon, about 46F(7C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's raining outside.
a low hiss emits from the shadows all around, and two yellow eyes stare out from inside.
Sam walks over to the western wall, makes a bow, then clasps his hand around his arcane focus.
A snake, make of shadow, lashes out towards you, fangs bared in a snarl!
Emily says "No... SOMETHING is happening at the cabin...."
...
The snake of shadow seems to start to coil around the base of the throat, eyes wide and fangs poised to strike!
Emily shrieks and starts to thrash in panic.
Sam smirks, cracking his knuckles as he extends a finger forward.
Sam says "Ain't nuthing personal, yeh? "
Emily yells out in terror and panic.
As the yells and terror grow, so does the dark serpent, its grasp only tightening and tightening...
Sam clenches his hand into a fist, licking his lips as he smirks broadly. "Your energy... is DEAD!"
Emily suddenly siezes up, her back going completly rigid and arching painfully as a stream of faintly glowing red energy flows out of her mouth and disappears into the air.
All the nearby lights flicker and die for a second before a stream of faintly glowing red energy coalesces out of the air and flows into a small gem in Sam's hand.
Emily collapses on the floor as she goes rigid.
Emily is lying on the floor, staring ahead in terror, seemingly frozen in anguish.
Powers floods the assault as someone else adds their arcane might in support.