Unless you're Andrew.Something Greek or Latin.
Let's go for Uranus. No one will dare to go after Uranus.
No. Despite all of my protests, I think ItsChon and Lambchop19 summarized the group's general sentiment: we don't want to play a diaper-changing CYOA. Fair enough, but I don't like half-assing things; it's either full-ass, or no-ass. We chose a life of adventure when we decided to come to the ruins, so I will embrace the YOLOFISH. But I insist that we do it right.
Also, @ thinking that jumping in the water without swimming skills is a responsible choice.
Another note on this: it seems that these creatures keep to the themes of their surrounding communities. Dracula for the Romanians, and elves for the Celts? That would make Rain one of the Tuatha dé Danann, mythic original inhabitants of Ireland, or a Seelie* Faerie of Scottish myths. Her assailant could then be a Fomorian.Ah-ha. So that monster that we encountered has a direct analogue in human folklore, as does this changeling that we'll be hunting. Does any one of you gentlemen know which tradition the shadow beast is from?
It's almost a given now that Mr. Bram Stoker did not lie about the vampire:
The question I'm asking myself now is this: could Rain also be one of these creatures birthed by the tower? Elves are a little bit older than Tolkien's work, and if the Tower reflects the darker myths, then why wouldn't it reflect the noble ones as well?1897: Bram Stoker writes Dracula while residing in Neo Carpathia, and claims it to be based off a true story. It swiftly becomes the most popular novel in the Tower.
I was referring to our choice to pursue adventures, instead of being a responsible big brother. We are YOLOFISH now, Rain should buckle up.Well, we didn't know he was unable to swim until I asked, and at that point, the waterfall trip up to the 26th floor was a foregone conclusion. Besides, it isn't that crazy to assume that an avid outdoorsman knows how to swim.
I'll stoke Codexian paranoia this time: what are the odds that this kindly stranger is a charlatan?Anyways, I think it's really important that we take a nice, relaxing stroll through the woods with Grandma. Spending time with Grandma is important
Ah yes, the fabled Codexian maximalism. If one can't have things their way, then it must be a 100% reversal. If Ean developed a devouring streak, mash that Devour Soul button. If we lost a fight with a demon swordsman, never do anything you want for fear of DEMONZ whispering temptations in your mind. If we can't be with the baby all the time, ditch the baby for the Tsardom and/or traipsing the land with mentors bearded and not.I was referring to our choice to pursue adventures, instead of being a responsible big brother. We are YOLOFISH now, Rain should buckle up.
What do you mean? She has the skills, the gear, and the kitty. Kitty wouldn't lie to us!I'll stoke Codexian paranoia this time: what are the odds that this kindly stranger is a charlatan?
Not with our face.Be mighty convenient, too, if we're ever on the run or have to be clandestine.
On the whole this is likely a better option. If names have power then knowing someone's name is apt to give you power over them.we drift through life with whatever people call us.
ffs. Bigus Dickus would be humbler, and frankly more imaginative.treave
Can we change our name now?
Seeing as names have power in the tower, I suggest Strong. Now no one will laugh at us.
Better question:We should ask what it means to have no name if names have power.
I imagine being named Bigus Dickus would be a good candidate!What can change the nature of a man?
Nah, what's done is done. It was good for an impulsive pick, now that we are doing fine without one I want to milk this situation for what it is worth until we get a big enough narrative impetus to change things.Failing that, I would vote for Cloud, even though it doesn't make as much narrative sense now, to heal Nevill's butthurt.
http://www.yankeeclassic.com/miskatonic/library/stacks/literature/chambers/stories/mysteryo/amatter1.htm said:She stared at me as though I had just crawled up out of the sea to bite her. I don’t know what my own expression resembled, but I have been given to understand it was idiotic.
Now I perceived, after a few moments, that the young lady was frightened, and I knew I ought to say something civil. So I said, “Are there any mosquitoes here?”. “No,” she replied, with a slight quiver in her voice; “I have only seen one, and it was biting somebody else.”
I looked foolish; the conversation seemed so futile, and the young lady appeared to be more nervous than before. I had an impulse to say, “Do not run; I have breakfasted,” for she seemed to be meditating a plunge into the breakers.
I resent that.I was referring to our choice to pursue adventures, instead of being a responsible big brother. We are YOLOFISH now, Rain should buckle up.
Ah yes, the fabled Codexian maximalism. If one can't have things their way, then it must be a 100% reversal. If Ean developed a devouring streak, mash that Devour Soul button. If we lost a fight with a demon swordsman, never do anything you want for fear of DEMONZ whispering temptations in your mind. If we can't be with the baby all the time, ditch the baby for the Tsardom and/or traipsing the land with mentors bearded and not.
Well, we dodged the first two bullets (although they grazed the discuss and some of the decisions a little), and I have no doubt we can dodge the third one too.
Think big: we can finally get the pet sphere that treave promised us eight years ago, all the way back in EPIC.(What do we have to do to get our own animal companion, since the book one didn't seem to pan out? I want full benefits from the Ranger class!)
But all that happens is the door sliding open. You sniff the air – no signs of anything out of the ordinary. No beastly smells, no stench of blood. It should be safe… probably.
“That was rather reckless,” lectures Sophie. “What if another trap had triggered?”
“And here I thought I was careless…” mutters Elizabeth.
“Nothing to worry about, I knew it would be fine.” You pause for a while, and then add, “Probably.”
“Probably?”
“Oh, bother… what a boy.”
The girls sigh in unison, but they follow you into the room anyway.
“W-Wow,” goes Elizabeth, shrinking back from the hole. “We’re going in there?” Her voice echoes back from the hollow emptiness.
“I don’t think we have any choice, do we?” says Sophie reluctantly. “I really don’t think anyone will come to rescue us in time.”
“Yes,” is all you say as you summon up your resolve and enter the hole.
How many ten-year old boys take down shadow beasts, giant lizards, almost drown in rivers when escaping troglodytes and come out cool like cucumbers?You back away from it and crouch besides the girls, your dagger at the ready. The rustling has yet to stop.
There are more of these things.
Three more lizards crawl out of the bushes on all fours. You glare at them, wondering what you should do next. Taking them on all at once while still protecting the girls would be impossible. Will you go down fighting? Or…
That's just how T U F F wrinkly is.How many ten-year old boys take down shadow beasts, giant lizards, almost drown in rivers when escaping troglodytes and come out cool like cucumbers?
That was known to us a week ago, I am not sure why it dawned on you just now.This means we will have to spend quality time with Rain, which will mean she may start adventuring with us at an early age.
And you trying to sum that direction up as YOLO is what made me write the post you resent. Well, this, and the musings on no-assing and full-assing things.I meant that I'll embrace the direction in which we've been developing our hunt3r boi*
Hm. I think our boy has a working intuition, but can't explain it well. He smells for blood and other signs of danger before activating a panel - and it's not like you can go anywhere in a dungeon if you just sit in one place afraid of making a step. He is calm because he's been been on his own for as long as he remembers, and he knows what he is doing... mostly, at least more so than you'd expect from a 10 yo kid.without any regard for his own life, which is worrying
So the only accusation of recklessness that you can throw at us is the very latest choice of adventure.After she is gone, McClellan chuckles. “Forgive my daughter. She’s still young, still immature. Unlike you, I would say.”
“…What do you mean?”
“You must have lived a really rough life,” he says sadly. “And yet I can see that you are a very calm and very resolute boy. Truly, God gives power to the weak and strength to the powerless.”
You forget this is an anime. A 12 year old is basically an adult.Rain will barely be twelve when we will be twenty. And we'll likely be adventuring full stop by then.
eh, even for elves? For all you know, elves mature faster than humans. Physically and spiritually.Yeah, that must be what Alexei tells himself.
I am afraid it would be a while before we could rival adults in physical characteristics, let alone resourses. The latter might be less of an issue for Rain, since she could always use ours, but Astra bonding and development take time, too.