RE: Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Four: Fires of Heaven]
01-21-2015, 12:15 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-21-2015, 12:15 AM by chimericWilder.)
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As Thunderpaw falls from the sky, his body battered and broken, the king turns to focus his attention elsewhere, even as a jagged length of spellbound stone rises, soon to end Thunderpaw's life by skewering his heart.
The king surveys the battlefield below, his hand shaking as he reaches out to seize control of the last remnants of what was once his tower, the largest shards still remaining. "Shed your illusions and die."
With one wave of his hand, he stops the great dragon, trapped in his magical grasp as a barrage of stones draws dragonblood and breaks scales. With another, the king casually sends the remnants of the tower hurtling towards Savannah, Mayor, Rashagor, Renzo and Miquel.
What do you do?
(01-12-2015, 12:31 AM)BlazerC Wrote: »While it could of been satisfying to shoot Thunderpaw in the back, Bohw couldn't help but scowl as she watched the bunni get completely floored by... well, the floor, or at least what was left of one. She ignored the torrent of wind that was trying to hold her in place, deciding she was much more needed over there and flying closer, right up to the two of them and between their little duel.
"I told you." Bohw said to Thunderpaw, sounding irritated as she took another arrow between her fingers. "You can't hold all your problems on your own back." She channeled magic through the simple arrow to infuse it with dark power so it would pierce through the annoying barrier the king had put up. Wordlessly, she placed her arrow into the bowstring and pulled it back, taking aim at his majesty. Murder and Treason was on her mind.
As you let loose your arrow, the king whirls, and with a third gesture, one half of what was once a great ornate doubledoor whips up from the ground to batter aside your arrow, leaving the splintered halves of the arrow to fall to the ground far below, trailed by dark power. (Hit 3-1 Vs Defense 8)
Staring you down, the king points at you, a single thin beam of power shooting forward in the blink of an eye to strike you in the chest, ripping its way through to slice through the inner wall behind you. You take 1925 damage.
Never before have you been wounded so thorougly in demonform, but somehow it comes as no surprise to you that the blood that pours from your wound is black.
(01-12-2015, 06:29 PM)MasterBlade Wrote: »
Thunderpaw lays on the floating masonry, unmoving. His force of life quickly slipping away between the crack in cobblestones.
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Light and song and life fills you anew as the spirit encompasses you, bursting with song that was still for far too long. Leaping to your feet, you duck below the stone lance that would silence your chant, your bow whole in your hands once again, your fingers darting across the strings, adding to your melody as you let loose your arrow, striking your king between his ribs for 1263 damage, the bow as precise as the day it was broken. (roll 16+6, crit) He looks at you, stunned, as if not comprehending how you dare still draw breath.
"I am with you." whispers a voice. Or was that in your thoughts...?
But who are you, and what is your name?
(01-16-2015, 11:04 PM)Frolic Wrote: »Myra slammed her fist into the ground and cursed, completely fed up with the shameful blunders in flight that she was experiencing today. She groans as she looks over her banged-up body, and decides she can't be hasty with things. Myra casts a healing spell on herself and casts her gaze over to Nehron's form, or what is left of it, trying to discern the nature of his windform.
You heal yourself for 446 health (roll 12+7-2, crit).
Though Nehron's form is only barely visible to an ordinary observer in the form of dustparticles just barely outlining his shape, the magical energy you perceive so easily tells another story, showing his precise location to you aswell as revealing the intricate magical power at work. He seems to have given over his body momentarily to fuel the storm, linking the very element of wind to his own lifeforce... somehow. You're not sure how that is possible or why it is working. You dont think the wind is actually draining his life, however - the storm all around you has traces of Nehron's life energy spreading out every which way, but it seems to always return to him bit by bit between every gust of wind. Kind of like a giant reverse lung powered by magic and energized by lifeforce? Except the lung in question is the sky itself.
Speaking of the sky, it continues to violently howl and rage, whipping up dust and bearing thorns from the labyrinth, dealing 264 and 191 damage to you, Savannah and Renzo.
(01-18-2015, 01:10 PM)Psych Wrote: »"Well I must say this IS an interesting turn of events. Though I am deeply sorrowed that our friends could not enjoy the beauty I am trying to share." Renzo pulls out a pair of darkened goggles from his bag, before strapping them on. "I must say I prefer the subtle touch, but I think our friends need something more.....DRAMATIC."
Renzo takes hold of his giant paintbrush and slams it into the ground, which slowly begins to shake. The brush's tip flows with paint into the sky, the way an oil rig might, before coating the entire courtyard in various hues. The paint slowly begins to glow bright neon colors, almost blinding to anyone staring at it. It begins healing and saturating them, making Thunderpaw in particular wish he had a better way to get paint out of his fur and can birds even fly in this Saturated mess?
You generously heal Myra and Savannah for 254 health and Thunderpaw for 508 by colorfull means which only yourself could possibly understand. Miquel seems oddly uaffected by the desaturation, however.
But thats alright, for inspiration strikes you then and, with a flourish, you fling a glob of purple paint at him which poisons him for 945 damage over a few rounds! (Roll 20+6+2+2, crit) Miquel seems unusually affected by the poison for some reason, and soon begins coughing badly.
(01-19-2015, 05:21 PM)SupahKiven Wrote: »"Wh-" Savannah catches the weird techno sphere, glaring up at Miquel "Hey! Get down here and explain this right now! I won't..." She presses a palm to her forehead, still at the ready. "I won't attack you or anything! Let's just-" She's cut off by the sudden splatter of paint and Myra's cawing into her head.
"Son of a-" Savannah squints, clutching at her paint covered head for a moment before bouncing herself up onto one of the nearby hedges. She tightens her grip, the weird orb in one hand and her spear in the other.
"This better not blow up when I press it! Tell me what this thing does!" Savannah, staring Miquel down, activates Runeguard so she can... eugh, talk to the guy without getting herself killed. Right away.
Grimacing as he tries and fails to wipe the paint off of him, Miquel raises his rifle at you, briefly states "No," and then presses the trigger. You are blasted by a wave of energy and pain. Whatever protection you had against fire does seem to apply to the beam of destruction as it obliterates your Runeguard and washes over you and your surroundings, dealing 1551 damage.
You think you briefly spotted half a tower hurtling towards you before you were blasted, but you cant really tell right now.
(01-19-2015, 06:59 PM)ICantGiveCredit Wrote: »Watson's face takes on a petrified visage. The man is still delusional, so Watson will have to play his words carefully.
"Oh, clearly my mistake", he speaks cheerfully, "your magical fire-serpent is a clear proponent for the forces of good. So then, sir, I implore you correct the mistake in my thinking and explain why we are in this cage in an empty city this fine, cloudy day?"
He seems to have regained some of his composure, and his face is now again expressionless, though you feel that he is not about to attack you at a seconds notice anymore. He is still shivering visibly, worse than before even.
"Ignorant city-man. You know not of what you speak. Spirits need no definitions of good nor evil, and in their wisdom care not for the pretentious judgements and presumptions of your kind. You are right to question why we are here, however. I have never seen this city before. Why...?"
He trails off, shivering uncontrollably.
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Enzu drops out of the sky beside Mayor, summoning another star to strike Rashagor for 678 damage, who had been about to charge Mayor.
"Brother..." he says, inclining his head to Mayor. "Please. You bear part of me with you. I can feel it. Please. Before... the darkness returns?"
The remains of a mangled tower fall towards all three of them.
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The dragon shakes free of the magic spell that enveloped him and immediately dives after the falling tower. It is clear that the tower will reach the ground long before the dragon.
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