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"So, why aren't you wearing some better gear, like the other adventurers?" Romeo looked up as he guided the oxen, yet didn't slow his pace for the two beasts. It was the father who had asked, who kept the multitude of pigs in line and on track. Agostini had to hand it to him; while the ox were far stronger than pigs, it looked easier to manage only two tied up animals versus a passel of hogs.

He shrugged, even though he knew full well why. He just struggled to put into words what he wanted to say in a way that the NPC would understand, since they didn't no about the whole 'made-up' aspect of this game. "Well.... They just started adventuring before me. I'm uh.... I'm new to all of this." The response he received was an easy grunt; the man wasn't much of a talker, which is where his likeness to Romeo ended. But it was easy going, even if the animals were being sorta kinda dumb.

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The many attempts to calm and contain the animals of the exodus managed to bring a majority of the creatures back under sway, but this was a massive undertaking and attention was spread too thin to tame every instance of panic. The worst of it seemed to come from the front of the entire formation where horse reared and cattle cried out, defying their masters and turning around to storm back the direction they had come. Surprised by this, several other nervous creatures forced themselves around and joined in, causing carts to turn over and the unaware to become trampled. Unable now to stop the mass exodus of livestock and livery, everybody tried to get to safety and wait out the storming passage of hooves.

When the last had run off into the wilderness, a swath of destruction lay behind where the ground had been churned to dust. Entire carts, and anyone or anything within, were turned over and trampled to splinters while elsewhere the riders or packed goods of various animals had been thrown off and crushed. Rushing to the aid of the injured, the druids did what they were able while the cause of the animals' panic became obvious.

From a nearby forest of megafungii, a heaviness seemed to fill the air alongside a sour smell and taste. Blowing in on the heavy midday breeze, an obscuring miasma of poisonous spores began to blot out the sun and drift over everything. Those that did not begin to suffocate for lack of air began to froth at the mouth as their bodies were ravaged by the toxic spores. Faces became covered with cloth in attempts to filter the air while those able to heal or drive back the storm fought to save everybody.

Objective

Survive the spore storm. Use magic to diminish the dangers of the spores' toxic effects, or clear pockets of air to keep people and animals safe. Otherwise pray, and do what you can.

Damage

Subtract 10% HP and 10% EN when you post this cycle for inhaling the spores.

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The start of the new cycle has refreshed all cooldown timers.

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Modifiers: Only use one

If you have Aeromancy, Alchemy, Heroic Shout, Illumancy, Muse or Naturamancy: +5 per mastery tier excluding Beginner; +10 for expert. You are using these skills to create pockets of breathable air by creating barriers or blowing back the spores, or diminishing the effects of the poison that afflicts everybody.

If you have any magic or weapon mastery Add 10 as modifier as you try to find cover from the storm and assist others.

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Amalia might not be the fittest adventurer, but here in this virtual world, she could be more than a burden. The elves, despite how they seemed, did have a use for live stock. Or they probably did, else she wouldn't have two hens cradled in each arm and another making a nest out of a makeshift hat.

They seemed very docile, though picky with whom they approached and for some reason or another, Amalia didn't even have to chase them or tie them up. Granted, the goats who's leash she was pulling her a little more stubborn than the avian brood. They tended to want to graze, which they didn't have time for. It took no small degree of her nudging them forward, but they were cooperative, or well, barely cooperative.

Still she marched forward with the rest, like some Shepard. Except she had goats instead of lambs and chickens replacing the iconic staff bonafide herders boasted since the beginning of time.

And then the spores came.

She immediately used a scarf to cover her face, but she couldn't do the same for the animals. Instead she drew them close to her with urgency and pulled out her instrument. She needed to create a barrier of sorts, not a physical one, but something the neutralized the effects of the spores to some degree. If the animals were affected too much, they weren't likely going to be able to take these with her.

And so she started playing, concentrating at the task at hand.

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There wasn't time to recover from the rampage of animals as the weather began to shift. Everything nearby looked utterly wrecked but alarmed shouts began ringing out as the color of the sky changed and a sharp and sour scent filled the air. Someone yelled, "Spore storm! Cover your faces!" and that looked to be the breaking point.

She yanked her scarf up to cover her face as her thoughts raced to try and find some way to help. Her eyes were watering as the spores grew heavier, and even through the layer of cloth, she could feel her throat burning.

Wet cloth would help, wouldn't it? If she was remembering right, people would suggest wetting clothes to help filter out particles in the air. That was a recommendation for smoke, though, and Claire didn't know if it would translate to poisonous spores. But it was worth a shot.

She conjured up a globe of fresh water and quickly soaked the front of her scarf in it. Putting the wet part to her face, she breathed in deeply. Not quite perfect, as her nose still stung, but it felt fresher than before. Hoping that she wasn't making things worse, she began offering to help others nearby with their makeshift filters.

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Before her momentary guest and her had the chance to speak, everything went south. Where animals had spooked and turned ahead, now it had reached them further back. Luckily the cart she was with was off to the side and didn't get caught in the crush of people in the center. The Yladian driving the cart was smart and didn't fight her horses as they slowed to a nervous stop and started to turn. While she wrangled them away from outright panic, Gwyn left her to it with a nod.

"You got any fancy tricks for that, @Lord Lemming?" She called to the woman before whistling sharply for her serpent. Nathair poured out of the cart and slithered away from the chaotic movement of hooves, feet, and wheels all around them. When an oxen that had torn loose and turned from the pack ran past, it suddenly reared up to hiss as the bull. The deterrent was enough to send the creature changing course so neither her nor the snake had to deal with the threat of being caught under its cloven feet. "Fuck." Gwyn watched the air shift further ahead. The pollen storm the elves had mentioned then. She was tempted to call out to the elves around her to cover their faces and those of the animals, but they'd been living in this place long enough. They knew. Some players and NPCs began swaddling clothes around their mouths and noses, some even grabbed swathes of fabric, planks of wood, and sheets of metal to fan at the air. It seemed they hoped to clear pockets of air by those means. She had absolutely no fucking idea if any of that would do anything, but it was better than suffocating a slow, writhing death in toxic spores.

Gwyn motioned for Nathair to stay low. It was in less danger than the rest of them. Green anacondas could hold their breath for a very, very long time. Unfortunately she didn't share the trait and instead busied herself pulling torn canvas from one of the backs of a cart to make a cobbled together scarf of sorts to block out the spores. It would have to suffice. The ranger was quick to start breaking down sheets and even older looking clothes to hastily tie around the muzzles of livestock and offering them to the elves who weren't capable of doing it themselves or too slow to out pace her. She felt bad as she tore apart someone's light robes they'd packed away, but they wouldn't be around to wear them if they died at the behest of the fungal forest.

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The dark haired support let out a loud snort as he’d watch events continue to unfold. Though the task at hand didn’t seem very difficult on paper, things seemed fairly stacked against them as far as odds were concerned. Statistically this should’ve been something easy to accomplish considering the number of hands on deck and readiness to assist. It was almost as if the game developers had a poor sense of balance and didn’t quite know how to properly tweak with numbers.

Whatever really.

Having accepted this strange fate of being perpetually cursed by poor programming, Jack would simply shrug as he quickly erected a barrier of light to shelter those around him. Calling out to nearby stragglers, he’d beckon them to enter the sanctuary erected from his light magic. As for now? He’d simply wait and endure. Hopefully the clouds of various toxins wouldn’t last for too long. The last thing the man wanted to focus on were fungal infections, starving elves and elves buried neck deep in poverty when there were civil wars to be fought with the Human realm as well as the demon realm. It seemed a bit incessant to be honest.

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Rory was drinking for a cup of water he was given, until he saw the spore clouds coming. He thought it was just a storm, until the people way in the front started to die. He spit his water and started to sprint. During his sprint, he noticed a child fallen, perhaps a survivor from the animals?

It didn't mater, He picked the poor kid up and ran. He also ran into a bull, thankfully he dodged out of the way in time as he noticed @Gywn ap Herne and @Lord Lemming. He ran up with the unconscious kid and putting the poor guy down on the ground near them before saying "I don't know what you guys can do, but I'll be back with more soon."
He then put a cloth over his face, took a big breath and started to sprint around picking people up here and there. It was hard though, with the panicking of people and animals. It was going to make grabbing people hard...especially since he had no idea what he was doing. After he would pick a person up, he would bring them back to the two laddies.

54 + 0 = 54
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Roland cocked an eyebrow at @Luvi Nhivasi as she pushed a card in his face briefly before running off again. In his drunken state, he was too dizzy to read the text clearly, but her annoyed expression made its message likely clear. Instead of making an excuse or rising to her bait, he merely smiled at her offering her a drink as she took off.

Typical crazy elf behavior.

With a sigh, he laid down resting his head on a spare blanket trying to sleep off the alcohol induced headache he felt coming on. Some time passed, Roland wasn't sure how much, when he was awoken by a coughing fit. Violently he jerked forward, suddenly unable to breathe, retching in pain as he tried to force the air down his throat. Looking around, the cause was readily apparent. Small seeds were floating through the air, releasing a heavy dose of deadly pollen into the air.

Swiftly Roland rolled over, accessing his in game menu and producing a small tonic that he heartily chugged. It would absolve him of the status effect for now, but it didn't solve the underlying problem of the air being incredibly polluted. With his airways now working, Roland set his hands to work, tinkering with the recipe for the tonic. He could make the consumable more potent, but that would only work for a single user, no he had to combine a few recipes to get something that could be airborne. Quickly he went through a variety of iterations of his product before he managed to produce a formula that worked in a perfume spray. Wasting no time, he stood on top of the wagon and began to spray a trickle of the potion into the air. It wouldn't do much to stop the pores, but it should bolster those in the immediate vicinity to resist most of its effects for a small amount of time.

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Okay, so it wasn’t a raid boss that was arriving: it was nature itself that was their enemy now! She grabbed at her cloak, using it to protect her face from the spores. The low quality material meant that she could somewhat see through it, helping to protect her eyes as well. Having taken care of herself – just like those airplane instructions always said to do – it was time to focus on rescuing others.

Her first thought was to help with the horse she was already on. She said she wasn’t going to let this family lose another animal and dammit she was going to keep that promise. They were fortunately in the back far enough to react before it started coming. Pulling back on the reins – having been provided them by the family – she stopped the horse and jumped off. The family of elves whose wagon she had basically become the caretaker of looked out to see what the issue.

”Quick, pull down the tarp and cover your faces. We got spores coming in, and as an expert on beauty I can assure you if you’re infected it won’t be pretty.”


Taking her commands, the family began to pull down the carp and use any clothes they could to cover their face while she unhooked the horse. ”Come on, get lay down on the ground and relax. Panicking will just make it all worse,” she said, gently pressing down on its back to command it to lay down. When it was at the right height she quickly covered it with her cloak, her face now pressing right up against it. Kind of gross, but sacrifices had to be made. For a little extra protection she used her hat, her hair flowing in the wind behind her as the wind picked up.

There they sat, faces covered with hat and cloak. She couldn’t really see what happened with the Oakflesh beings, but she could feel that things had calmed down. Exposing her eyes long enough to see that they had an opening, she yelled out to the family. ”We got a break in the storm! Let’s get going before it comes back!”

She may not be able to help every family, but on her very honor as a heroine she was going to get this family through it!

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Kaeliel's enthusiasm faded as she witnessed the destruction caused by the rampage. She'd done her best, but it was far from enough. The Yladians had suffered another devastating loss- and how far did they still have left to go?

Unfortunately, there was no time for reflection in the face of the storm of spores. She coughed, and looked frantically about for a safe spot as her HP ticked down, slowly but steadily. Ultimately she ducked underneath a wagon that had been overturned in the stampede, burying her face in a bag. Was this medieval fantasy, or World War I?!

Huddled beneath the wagon, she wasn't able to see what was going on outside, but she heard the sounds of magic, great booming footsteps, and Yladians crying out for their princess. Then, someone pushed the wagon over with an earth-moving spell, motioning for Kaeliel to follow as they ran. This was their chance!

Kaeliel dashed off, but was somewhat slowed in her efforts as she looked back to see the fallen princess and her allies. If she were stronger with magic, she might have gone to help them, and indeed she nearly turned back to try, but soon thought better of it. With her feeble naturamancy, she wouldn't have been able to do much- and she'd probably end up in just as much danger. The princess and druids must have expected to give their lives for their people- and she was one of them.

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While Romeo struggled to keep the oxen in line and the father had nearly given up on the pigs, a rather loud horse ran past and slammed into one of the ox in its mad dash for escape. Romeo shouted in anger, before he realized that all of the other animals had already ran. The oxen began to become even more unruly, before he heard the mother shout out, "Spores!" Confused, Romeo ignored the oxen as he turned back around towards the front and saw.....

"Cover your faces!" He shouted. He ripped his low-quality shirt off and ripped it into three. He secured one strip over his own face as the family handled themselves, and secured the last two over the oxen as best as he could - they wouldn't be able to pull the cart without them. He turned back and saw the cloud approaching, and quickly pulled up his spell menu.

He looked at his two measly Aeromancy spells. The only one that could come in handy was Gust. He pulled it up and cast it in front of him, which buffeted a wall of spore back, but pulled on his energy more than he thought it would. He was about to do it again when four massive tree-people appeared out of nowhere and began to draw in the entirety of the cloud.

"Hey! Get on the cart, we have a chance," Romeo shouted at the family, and hopped on himself after he and the mother made sure the children were secure. The father made his way to the driver's seat and set the oxen off in the direction of their destination.

As they made their dash, Romeo noticed the four Naturamancers collapse, unconscious. He clapped the driver on his back and pointed to them once he got his attention. With a nod, the father altered their course slightly so they pulled up to the fallen saviors. Romeo hopped out and began with the nearest. He grabbed one of the druids by the arms and began to pull them onto the cart. He looked up and noticed one player giving strips of cloth while another seemed to spray the air with some sort of mist. "Hey!" He called out in attempt to capture the attention of @Gwyn ap Herne and @Roland Rutledge . "We need some help here!"

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Lemming inspected Nathair with a bemused and appreciative air as Gwyn introduced the two to one another, prompting Lemming to curtsy as though meeting with a nobleman to whom she owed great respect. The snake remained a snake, but that was perfectly fine with her; she did not demand platitudes from the creature. She merely wished its power and respect, and was proud of Gwyn for taming such a beast. Turning her attention from him, she followed Gwyn's gaze towards the commotion at the front of their massive formation. It seemed as though some animals had lost control and were breaking free, running back their direction. Moving close to the cart beside her, Lemming watched them come and waited patiently until she was sure that she might be in danger of getting run down. As the animals neared she created an aura of malefic energy about her, to steer the beasts outwards and away from the center of the formation, protecting both herself and those behind her. She glanced at Gwyn with a bragging wink as the huntress asked if she could do anything about the rampage, but her smile faded as the dark clouds of toxic spore came into view.

The heady mist seemed to sweep across them like a cruel passover, choking the life from some and causing additional chaos among the ranks. @Gwyn ap Herne had her face covered. @Rory Ulric and @Romeo Agostini seemed more interested in helping the sick and injured, bless their foolish hearts. For her own part she held her ground and her spell, hoping that the spores that came in contact with her dark energy would die and become harmless dust around her. Was it selfish? Absolutely so. But she was looking out for number one.
"You should probably go help those druids!" she suggested to anybody that was around to listen, knowing that she could do nothing to assist them. Not unless they wanted to be put down, at least.

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Gwyn had just finished tying a makeshift bandanna she had thrown together around the face of a young elf, though it was often hard to tell considering the longevity of their race, when she saw them. Four Oakhearts formed from the druids like the unassuming seed became a mighty Red Wood. They were as brilliant as they had been in the battle for the castle and she refused to shame them by being useless now. They began to cast their spells as she forced her eyes form the sight. She turned back to help the pick up the child another player had brought to her and Lemming. With as much gentleness as could be managed she moved the form to a stable wagon nearby and let the elves take care of their own. Much of the pollen began to weaken, even though she was moving closer and closer to the front, from their spells. It felt like years stretched on and on, but all good things came to an end. The sound of them giving was horrible to hear.

There were bodies running here and there, players and NPCs alike. There were orders shouted above the din as if a battle raged. There were even words directed her way, but it was like being underwater. The adrenaline drove her like the lash to a workhorse and Gwyn took off at a sprint. She wove through the chaos like she did the trees, all eyes on the fallen druids. They weren't going to die saving them like this, not after how far they had gone to even attack the castle in a bid for safety for their people the first time. She couldn't bear to stand aside and it seemed another agreed.

A cart and a player had gotten to the druids only moments before her and she glanced over to see @Romeo Agostini grab what the game's UI after a moment's focus appeared to be Aerla. She didn't spare them more than that and with all the swiftness she could muster reached Vlethela's side, reaching under the unconscious body to haul her over her shoulder in a fireman's carry. "I've got you," she spoke lowly to the limp form, though she knew the other wouldn't be able to hear it. Gwyn huffed from the added weight, glancing over where Nathair was coiling underneath Hyster in an attempt to move them closer to the cart. It wasn't particularly helpful being a snake, but she appreciated the honest try. And the fact it wasn't trying to swallow them whole.

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It wasn't fair. Kyupin choked down another sob as she worked on soothing a hyperventilating child. She was barely keeping it together herself, vivid flashes of a cart flipping over and crushing their inhabitants. So many had suffered in the stampede, but she'd recognized the cries of Ryou and the whines of dying Yule. Not long ago, she'd seen the child laughing and waving. But now they were dead.

Her smiles were weak and eyes teary, but she had to help the ones still living.

Kyupin's cat ears perked up as she heard @Lord Lemming call out, pointing out the druids that had given them a small break in the chaos. Straightening up, she gave the sniffling kid one last soothing rub. "Just like that – stay calm for me, okay?" she asked, waiting until a weak "Yes…" was squeaked out before she left to support whoever she could in saving the brave druids. She jogged over to where @Gwyn ap Herne and Nathair were lifting two of the downed druids, immediately ducking down to take some of Hyster's weight off the giant snake.

"Where to?" she asked, looking to the taller ranger for guidance.

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