RE: Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Four: Fires of Heaven]
04-20-2015, 11:02 PM
![[Image: 0MwqQE4.png]](https://i.imgur.com/0MwqQE4.png)
Remah stands impassive, eyes wide as he stares at his blood on the cavern floor. It twists and churns, black as tar as it creeps towards his boots.
"No." He whispers. "I am fooled. Blind, so cold without my flame... This a fate I deserve."
(04-20-2015, 01:01 AM)ICantGiveCredit Wrote: »Watson gasps at the LATEST NEW FLESH WOUND to appear on his chest! He's had worse but the mere surprise of it is appalling. Watson hopes to treat Remah with a drubbing for which it will be worth ruing ruining Watson's suit! Further! Again! The fabric is completely decrepit at this point, there's no use worrying about it, blood-boiling hells alive, but it needs to be in a condition he should be wont to repair it!
But what's more appalling, his newest injury or THE ENSORCELLED ABOMINATION STILL UP AND ABOUT!? Watson cannot stand for this any longer and neither should it. After leaving his mouth agape for a few seconds at its magical-decaying-corpse-face, he sees to chopping its head off. It seemed quite easy, too, the calcified collarbone crumbling at the touch of his Champion Blade, a true proponent for de-necroficational justice. Watson has yet to see if it withstood such a sword-to-head impact but if it it didn't, he will be satisfied.
He will give due attention to the gloaming sword and armor when this threat is duly eliminated.
You raise your blade to strike, only to find that as you do, the empty armor springs to life, ripping the thorn greatsword from the stone floor in the same motion with which it parries your blow. The armor stands up, taking a battle stance as it silently levels the sword at you.
As you are distracted by the massive dreadplate armor before you, you do not notice when a dark shape forms before the leftmost chair, yanking the dagger from its resting place before turning to fling it at you, the dagger burrowing itself in your shoulder to inflict 210 damage! As you discover, the dagger does not merely wound, but also causes a black rot to spread up your shoulder and down your arm, the wound itself burning feverishedly.
(04-20-2015, 01:20 AM)SupahKiven Wrote: »The slash ends with the sword striking the floor, throwing up a shower of sparks. Savannah grunts as the impact reverberates through her arms and the warm, crimson evidence of her savage attack splatters her hands. He had to be getting weak. Two attacks like her's, plus the help from the others must have worn him down. He was probably on his last legs. One more good hit would do him in, right?
Savannah lets out a puff of exertion, yanking the sword into the air and cleaving at Remah again, the sword bursting into flame once more.
While he stands stunned, you bring your blade to bear upon him, crashing down to cleave to the bone of his left shoulder, sending him to his knees from the weight of your blow, his spear clattering to the ground beside him as you deal 632 damage, and an additional 218 burn. (roll 18+11)
(04-20-2015, 06:58 AM)MasterBlade Wrote: »Thunderpaw takes Bohw's advice and makes an aerial leap, hopping from wall to wall across the room. His technique is of two significant advantages; it leaves Remiah's vision distracted by a bright pink blur phazing around his timey-wimey vision and gives the leaping lord perfect positioning for the secret strike Bohw was preparing.
Once the opportunity presented itself, he'd leap from wall to cieling and strike directly above Remiah and make a blow to tilt his gaze skyward. The perfect ruse for his companion to sneak a few arrows in...
You leap from on high to strike Remah from above. He not as much as glances at you until your blow takes him once again full in the back for 140 damage (roll 2+6), sending him careening forwards, drawing blood as his hands scrape against the cavern floor.
(04-20-2015, 08:38 AM)Psych Wrote: »Finished with his sketches, Renzo runs his finger over the ink, letting them glow with magic. The figures jump off the page, forming ink soldiers under his command. A few stand guard in front of Savannah to try and aid her in battle or defend her, while others run to attack Remah.
You form soldiers from ink (roll 16+6) to stand guard, but something about them seems... hollow. (hit 1)
(04-20-2015, 09:30 AM)BlazerC Wrote: »Bohw gritted her teeth in response to the stranger's words, watching Thunderpaw move around the room but not quite ready to strike. "Not more of this bull..." She muttered under her breath as she adjusted her aim.
"Then we are not your damn enemy!" She shouted, taking note of Thunderpaw's positioning. It was much easier to predict where the Bunni was going, even with his absurd speed and jumping, it was nothing on the strange havoc Remah was playing on her eye, depth perception was something she sorely missed. But her speed was still there, the instant she figured where the man was going to be, she adjusted her aim towards his legs and let loose, a non-lethal blow that would still put him down with any hope.
Mayor however was still lost in that rage that had grabbed hold of him. The redness in his eyes was nicely accompanied with the paint that was splashed upon him, but he didn't take a moment's pause to even register the effect on him. He just used the new found strength to lash out at Remah and with any hope: grabbing him in a tight hold to stop the squirming bastard from moving anywhere.
While he is down, Bohw shoots Remah in the legs for 336 and 252 damage, pinning him against the bloodied ground. Mayor bowls him over, locking him in a grapple he'll not escape.
"Whatever comes next..." He rasps, powerless. "Mother, father... Please forgive me. I have failed at last."
Within the cave, the demonic corpse clenches its fist, and as it does, every pinch of black blood spilled by Remah comes trailing back to him, the dark festering stuff seeping back in through wounds, skin and mouth. Where the black blood passes, dark growths sprout, leaving him changed even as he lies defeated and dying.
![[Image: qmGWiie.jpg]](https://i.imgur.com/qmGWiie.jpg)
Stats