Warm Up! 9/2/23
I think I'll spice things up with a classic scenario question 💀 Assume that this question is about your character right now in the campaign.
You must act quickly, traveler! You are surrounded by downed and unconscious party members. The person you care/cared about most lies bleeding, fatally wounded, and defeated in your arms - if this person was previously deceased, they are (barely) alive for the time being and you have a decision to make.
The archvillain stands before you with a choice: Save the person you care for most and let half of the continent, along with your home, perish. Otherwise, let the most important person in your life slip through your fingers permanently and save half of the world from certain destruction.
Whatever you choose, the Archvillain will enact your will and vanish without a trace for the foreseeable future. The archvillain is, for all intents and purposes here, invincible at the moment and you are at their mercy. The transaction is final, and whatever the case, the archvillain will make sure you and your party members survive to see and live through/with the result of your choice, unless the person you care for most is a party member.
So, what'll it be?
Out of character
(Remember not to give anything away that you wouldn't want everyone to know! You can opt not to answer this question)
As Kalar lays there with her beloved in her arms, with tears that seem to never stop, she looks up to meet the archvillain's gaze. "I curse you! I curse you to the nine hells and back!" She looks over to her party and in a quiet tone she says "I am sorry." before looking back at the archvillain "Please" she says quavering "Please save her."
Sat, Sep 2nd 2023 04:58
Edited on Sat, Sep 2nd 2023 06:49
Astraea's heart pounded in her chest as the weight of the world seemed to press down on her shoulders. She could feel the shallow breaths of the person she held, the warmth of their blood seeping through her fingers, and the cruel presence of the archvillain before her, the sight of it staining her permanently. She recited the words, the memory of poetic wisdom echoing in her mind as she remembered better days - days where she and this person would sit in the meadow reading books under the shade of a great willow tree.
"She turned to me and said: 'Hold me,' So I dropped the world I had been holding and picked her up with both hands," she recited, her voice trembling ever so slightly. "Zachary K. Douglas.. He was a man who had a far greater understanding of love than I, I suppose," the remnants of a dry chuckle escape her lips as she clutches the clasp of her cloak. "I wish I could say I'd be able to do that."
"He was right about attachment, wasn't he though? But.. he never mentioned what to do when the world itself demands you to choose." Astraea took a deep breath, her gaze unwavering. She hurried her thoughts, time was running out.
"Luck would have it that I am under no such commitment," she stated, her voice resolute and standing as the softest declaration in existance. She gently brushed a strand of hair away from her mother's face, her touch tender despite the gravity of the situation. She cherished this moment. It was a gift, even though the Archvillain didn't see it that way.
Astraea's gaze shifted to the archvillain, who stood before her, invincible and imposing. "She's been long gone. I realize that," her voice trembled with emotion. "She wouldn't want this-- not for me, and not for the people she tried to hard to protect. But do you know what?" With a swift and deliberate motion, she slipped a shard of metal between her mother's ribs, ending her suffering.
Tears threatened to fall, but she forbade them. The knuckles around the dagger she held were stark white under her gloves, screaming for her to let go, but she didn't care. "You've clarified something for me," Astraea continued, her tone turning sharp, the attachment severed in one swift motion. "It's not my mother that I want to save. As desperate as I was some time ago, I realize my aims have shifted. I loved her dearly, but I'm within my sanity to know who I am, and I'm not so clouded as to see that in destroying half of the world, I would be.. just like you."
Astraea locked eyes with the archvillain, her resolve unwavering. "No. Instead, I've discovered what I want," she declared, her voice dripping with determination.
"Is revenge."
"She turned to me and said: 'Hold me,' So I dropped the world I had been holding and picked her up with both hands," she recited, her voice trembling ever so slightly. "Zachary K. Douglas.. He was a man who had a far greater understanding of love than I, I suppose," the remnants of a dry chuckle escape her lips as she clutches the clasp of her cloak. "I wish I could say I'd be able to do that."
"He was right about attachment, wasn't he though? But.. he never mentioned what to do when the world itself demands you to choose." Astraea took a deep breath, her gaze unwavering. She hurried her thoughts, time was running out.
"Luck would have it that I am under no such commitment," she stated, her voice resolute and standing as the softest declaration in existance. She gently brushed a strand of hair away from her mother's face, her touch tender despite the gravity of the situation. She cherished this moment. It was a gift, even though the Archvillain didn't see it that way.
Astraea's gaze shifted to the archvillain, who stood before her, invincible and imposing. "She's been long gone. I realize that," her voice trembled with emotion. "She wouldn't want this-- not for me, and not for the people she tried to hard to protect. But do you know what?" With a swift and deliberate motion, she slipped a shard of metal between her mother's ribs, ending her suffering.
Tears threatened to fall, but she forbade them. The knuckles around the dagger she held were stark white under her gloves, screaming for her to let go, but she didn't care. "You've clarified something for me," Astraea continued, her tone turning sharp, the attachment severed in one swift motion. "It's not my mother that I want to save. As desperate as I was some time ago, I realize my aims have shifted. I loved her dearly, but I'm within my sanity to know who I am, and I'm not so clouded as to see that in destroying half of the world, I would be.. just like you."
Astraea locked eyes with the archvillain, her resolve unwavering. "No. Instead, I've discovered what I want," she declared, her voice dripping with determination.
"Is revenge."
The world goes silent. Torfin can only hear his own heart beat as the love of his life drew her last labored breaths. Torfin eyes flood while her fingers drop, caressing his face one last time. Anything the villain has said or offered is lost on Torfin. A flame and rage enters his heart like one he has never felt before. Exhausted and beaten he takes this new found energy and musters every ounce of strength remaining to let out a shout of pain and anguish. Luna in a guarded position around the two, feels and hears Torfins pain. Letting out a dragons roar in support of her dearest friend Torfin.
Gripping the shaft of his lance tightly he stands and strikes with a quickness and power, Luna following his lead like a dance. Explosive clashing could be heard from miles away. Hubris filled the air with the archvillain bellowing in a victorious laugh. With great effort the two press on, trying to maintain what little control they thought they had in this situation. As great as the efforts were, they were in vain. Both Torfin and Luna were powerless beneath the might of this Archvillain.
Gripping the shaft of his lance tightly he stands and strikes with a quickness and power, Luna following his lead like a dance. Explosive clashing could be heard from miles away. Hubris filled the air with the archvillain bellowing in a victorious laugh. With great effort the two press on, trying to maintain what little control they thought they had in this situation. As great as the efforts were, they were in vain. Both Torfin and Luna were powerless beneath the might of this Archvillain.