RE: Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Four: Fires of Heaven]
04-18-2015, 10:26 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-19-2015, 10:59 AM by chimericWilder.)
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Remah leaps to his feet before Mayor can stop him, sending a lightning bolt crackling through his steel frame at point blank range for 420 damage before performing a backflip, landing behind the rest of you, his back towards the shadowed cavern with the chairs.
(04-18-2015, 12:33 AM)ICantGiveCredit Wrote: »Watson, who had been pondering endlessly about magicians, has been plagued by them once again! That's what he gets for standing around foppishly. Even in the seconds after being terribly skewered, he didn't feel in a position to do anything standing around helplessly with blood pouring out of his gut. But with the healing aid of the bunnykin, he now feels up to landing hits of his own.
Watson puts on his brand new pendant because jew'lry always looks absolutely princely on him. This goes for anything actually. Especially when he charges towards someone with magically-fired shoes and breathes a column of flame over their head.
His body shines a crystal-clean radiance, his lungs out-pouring a munificent ruby wind before him, a large ancient gourd materializing in his hands. It brims to the top with rejuvenating fluids. The liquid glows a neon-red, a sacred substance from another plane of existence. Thankfully, that plane of existence can appreciate a fine merlot. But no, not this simpleton. Why, he wouldst not tell the taste of a Gouraine Catroux if it hit him over the head!
Maybe Watson should give him a chance at identifying the subtle nuances in its taste.
By throwing the large gourd at Renzo's head in the most unsubtle way possible, the gourd smashing against his head, its contents splashing all over the unfabled artist. He will initially experience a sharp pain and momentarily soiled clothes before having his tongue scraped of all foreign substances which may impair his judgment of the wine, his liver cleansed of other intoxicating fluids in order to prepare him for the Gouraine's effect on his body, and his brain's myelin sheathing soaked in a fine varnish. After Renzo's palate has experienced the raw flavour and relishment that is the millenia-old vino, his body will feel like an oaky finish dampened with strawberry and ginger-snap.
You breathe fire at Remah, dealing 525 damage (roll 14+6).
Then you generously share of your vast knowledge of wines! And by generously share, you mean you force it on Renzo by dumping a gourd in his face. Renzo takes 1 point of bludgeoning damage! Then he is healed for 1313 spirits, somehow. Also, you are now drunk and Renzo isnt. We think he isnt, anyway. Artists have a certain reputation, after all.
(04-18-2015, 03:14 AM)SupahKiven Wrote: »"The hell?" Savannah finds herself tumbling to the stone floor as Remah easily dodges her attack, the surface grating at the skin of her shoulder, exposed by her burnt and tattered sweatshirt. The sword lands on top of her, taking her breath away as the fire fades away. She pushes it to the side, rolling over onto her hands and knees. As she moves to stand up, however, there's a faint tickling of magic at her back, and Savannah glances back. She can't see her own back. Obviously. But there's definitely something there.
"Urgh..." She pulls herself to her feet, hauling her weapon up off the floor. "You're going to regret that, you crock'a shit!" Whether she was talking about Bohw's magic, Remah's dodge, or his attack on Myra remained a mystery to all but her. The real reason was that she was pissed she fell on the floor, and turned to him to blame. It was his fault after all. With her shout of rage, Savannah presses her thumb against the ruby again, reigniting the blade, and moves in for another reckless slash.
You stay hot on Remah's backflipping heels, charging in to swing the massive blade at him in an arcing smash trailed by fire to connect with Remah's unprotected flank, sending him reeling from the blow and scattering another dozen blood smears on the ground nearby! Your attack deals 676 damage and burns him for another 218 damage. (roll 20+11)
(04-18-2015, 07:31 AM)MasterBlade Wrote: »Thunderpaw follows up Watson's session of fine wine tasting with a blow to Remiah's head from behind. The rabbit's brew was tangy as whiskey and hit harder than scotch!
While Remah is still struggling to stay upright you take the opportunity to dash behind him and crack your hammer against the backside of his skull, dealing 446 (roll 11+6, crit) damage and sending him stumbling in the opposite direction.
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A faint crack of something heavy striking stone suddenly rings out from up the tunnel. Remah, set upon from all sides, hardly even aknowledges it. "You are no mere thieves." He gasps. "The lady in white... No, I shall not fall, not then, now or when!" He snarls, hefting his glaive-spear in preparation for his next assault.
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