[And then, she stands with a confidence that distinctly wasn't there before, as if dropping into something well and truly practiced! Which it wasn't, she was just counting on her training.]
A strange world, where the numbers and stats that govern life are knowable to all!
[One hand over her heart. Wow, she's actually getting into this.]
Before the age of gunpowder, sword and spell ruled the land, and none were better with the sword than the Orcish hordes under the guidance of the monstrous Demon Lord of Wrath!
But lo, heroes would rise to save the dirt farmers and other myriad incidents! If only they could be pointed at the source of the problem to truly stop it!
Only one was savvy enough to this truth to know what she needed to do! So, the Demon Queen of Lust, hated enemy of the Lord of Wrath, sent her newest agent -
[Pidonus almost literally deflates for a second.]
- that'd be me -
[Back to her performance stance.]
- to start causing precisely-aimed incidents to point the heroes in the right direction! And oh, how her scion relished the role, having gained this powers purely out of desire for her own forgotten vengeance against the Lord of Wrath! Even in the wake of constantly getting beaten up by the heroes and having to escape arrest and worse over and over again, she would persist in her mission!
Can she survive? Yes. Will the Lord of Wrath fall? Yup. And what comes next? In my case, ending up here. No clue about the heroes.
Oh, the drama! Oh, the action! Oh, the wish that I could have recorded all of this in a more modern medium for posterity!
[And she places the back of her hand against her head, and feigns fainting, leaning back until her fall is stopped by the table at her side. Quickly, she regains her composure.]
... Sorry. I just. Had to try that. I'm a Bard, if it wasn't obvious.
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A strange world, where the numbers and stats that govern life are knowable to all!
[One hand over her heart. Wow, she's actually getting into this.]
Before the age of gunpowder, sword and spell ruled the land, and none were better with the sword than the Orcish hordes under the guidance of the monstrous Demon Lord of Wrath!
But lo, heroes would rise to save the dirt farmers and other myriad incidents! If only they could be pointed at the source of the problem to truly stop it!
Only one was savvy enough to this truth to know what she needed to do! So, the Demon Queen of Lust, hated enemy of the Lord of Wrath, sent her newest agent -
[Pidonus almost literally deflates for a second.]
- that'd be me -
[Back to her performance stance.]
- to start causing precisely-aimed incidents to point the heroes in the right direction! And oh, how her scion relished the role, having gained this powers purely out of desire for her own forgotten vengeance against the Lord of Wrath! Even in the wake of constantly getting beaten up by the heroes and having to escape arrest and worse over and over again, she would persist in her mission!
Can she survive? Yes. Will the Lord of Wrath fall? Yup. And what comes next? In my case, ending up here. No clue about the heroes.
Oh, the drama! Oh, the action! Oh, the wish that I could have recorded all of this in a more modern medium for posterity!
[And she places the back of her hand against her head, and feigns fainting, leaning back until her fall is stopped by the table at her side. Quickly, she regains her composure.]
... Sorry. I just. Had to try that. I'm a Bard, if it wasn't obvious.