INTO THE UNKNOWN

[wooliefrand]

WHO: Some Sheep
WHERE: The Beach (and beyond??)
WHEN: TBD

[IT'S A (probably) NICE DAY AT THE BEACH. YOU COULD BE DOING SO MUCH RIGHT NOW. LOUNGING. HUNTING. FRIENDSHIP. COURTING??

But you're here instead. The sea seems relatively calm today, though you can see the wall of mist far, far in the distance still. Well, surely this won't go sour. Better get any last minute prep done!]

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[wooliefrand]

[Levi is the first to dive into the whirlpool. There he goes, good bye. It's like being flushed, but underwater. Don't worry about logistics.

Everyone else is finally deciding to follow, but your hesitance may cost you.

The sharks lunge in full force, and the dendro only manages to hold them back mere seconds.

Everyone not Levi, roll 1d10.

-Anything 7 or higher, you fend off your attacking Shadow Shark as you're pulled into the whirlpool, uninjured.

-4-6, you are bitten. This bite may act as normal lycanthrope OR nothing happens. . .you think. Instead, the next time you smell blood, you will be sent into a violent frenzy until you're knocked out or close to death.

-1-3, you're knocked off your tether, carried off, and ripped to shreds. Or perhaps you manage to fight back, but with those injuries, you're not long for this world regardless. You will die.

As for the other side. . .]

[noarchitact]

[ 8. ]

[ time to beat the shark off with his chainsaw wielding tool box, as you do, and then get sucked into the whirlpool. whee. ]

[spinebuddyandme]

[ 10!! Scarab absolutely whips that shark's ass ]

[leonheartedly]

[5, oh no werewolf time]

1/2

[finalbows]

[ 🥴 >tfw you focus your efforts on providing cover fire for leelroy jenkins and Nadeko hands you a big ol' roll of 1 for your hubris ]

2/3

[finalbows]

<sub>[ angel devil knows from experience, and experience, and experience what mortal wounds feel like. his magic is powerful. but even if he were at the height of his power before being spirited away to the pasture,

there's not really a lot even he can do about a sudden yawning lack of an esophagus.



besides one thing. ]</sub>

3/3

[finalbows]

<sub>[ in a burst of purple-and-blue light and strange, alien sigils, he pours every ounce he has left of magic

not into trying to save his own life, but

into tossing his body, this sole thing he has clawed for in this life more than any other, far and away in space from this place, to anywhere it can go besides right in the middle of a feeding frenzy.

despite himself,
he tries to search out Muffin's face in the moments before

and then he's gone. ]</sub>

[electricflock]

[there's blood in the water around Muffin— mortal red, not black shadows. he'd electrified the water, but a shark's frenzied momentum had carried it straight through.

he turns at the flash of purple-and-blue light, fighting free of his attacker's jaws,

but the spell is cast.]

[catposting]

[ 7, I GUESS ANGIE'S STINT BOUGHT ENOUGH TIME FOR HIM TO GET THROUGH SAFELY




FUCK ]