RE: Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Four: Fires of Heaven]
05-12-2015, 08:41 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-16-2015, 01:16 AM by chimericWilder.)
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(05-06-2015, 02:25 AM)ICantGiveCredit Wrote: »Apparently Watson cannot manage a feat as simple as exchanging one sword for another. They both looked slightly similar and he didn't want to trouble himself with details as pedantic as what the damned thing looks like and so, even a tad of strategic thinking is beyond him, being a figment of his wildest thoughts. Maybe he was too preoccupied quaffing this perhaps hallucinatory tea! This would explain why he isn't quite as on-track as he's supposed to be. Maybe he should lay off that tea.
And Maybe Just One More Cup...
Watson skitters away, his feet ablaze with light as he imbibes yet more of that enchanted water.
You tactically retreat from the sword-wielding baddie, and then proceed to chug some Sunny D! Unfortunately, you are now all out of Sunny D.
(05-08-2015, 10:24 AM)BlazerC Wrote: »Mayor tucked the tarot card into the fastening on his sash to clip it in place, an old memento he couldn't bear to simply discard. He couldn't find the damn thing, as valuable and important as it was, he couldn't stand around much longer. Old friends or not, he had to fight, the golem turned around and went to punch that damned suit of armor, he was never on good terms with that blood crazed knight.
Bohw barely bat an eyelash in response to Thunderpaw's transformation, nor the vulgar words he seemed to spout. Instead she was far more interested in the way he blew away the mechanical woman, "How long were you going to keep that secret...?" Bohw muttered. Stepping next to Razan, Bohw held out a hand, "Crystal please, the suit's turn." she asked of him, blunt and seemingly casual in her tone.
"Theres nothing in that wretched thing that is worth saving." Razan responds, intent on the demonic corpse in front of him. "Eitherway, that was the last shard. It is ironic that it should be Kyllik who would deny me my own freedom, but not wholly unjust."
Meanwhile, Mayor charges up to punch the black suit of armor in the face! Or helm, as it were. Eitherway he deals 168 damage (roll 11+5) and takes Watson's place as the primary target of the massive black sword, which swiftly descends on Mayor with meteoric force, ripping through his armor and sending him stumbling, the dark blade tearing at Mayor's lifeforce in its passing, leaving a gaping rift of crumpled metal stretching from Mayor's armored shoulder and down across his chest. The armor golem takes one step backwards in shock, then crashes to the ground, landing heavily on his back. The Forgotten steals 1680 health from Mayor.
Then you shoot the armor for 322 damage. (roll 12+6+5)
(05-09-2015, 07:05 AM)Frolic Wrote: »Myra could only stare with a degree of disdain as the Bunni transformed before her eyes. That wasn't her healing spell, was it? Did she botch the spell THAT badly? Dear gods, his wounds hardly looked like they healed! Well, no, she told herself, that was definitely not the healing spell that did that. Let's try that again.
Myra shakes off her exasperation from all the crazy stuff going on since they've arrived in this damned city, and casts another healing spell on Thunderpaw.
You heal Thunderpaw for 284 health! (Roll 4+5, crit)
Well, its a minor improvement over your last attempt.
(05-11-2015, 09:53 AM)Psych Wrote: »It appeared more than one spell was botched that round. But Renzo had to say the demon did look brilliant in lemon yellow.
Renzo attempts his Vibrant Bulwark spell again, this time with Myra as the target, and uses his glove to heal Thunderpaw.
With another stroke of your brush, you shield Myra! Although the outcome is more beneficial than the results of your last attempt, the effects are significantly less impressive, shielding Myra for only 153 and increasing her Affinity by 2 (roll 4+6). Also, green just really does not go with Myra's complexion.
Then you heal Thunderpaw for 1378 health, putting Myra to shame with but a wave of your hand. (roll 9+6)
Then the dagger-wielding shadow in front of you stabs you twice in the gut for a total of 420 damage. The wounds begin to throb with an agonizing burning fever.
(05-11-2015, 08:13 PM)SupahKiven Wrote: »Savannah slides to a stop, a diagonal slash of Corvid's blue blood painting her front. She hears Thunderpaw freak out for one reason or another, going on to slay Corvid. She snorts and wipes off a spot of blood on her cheek. One down, three to go. So far so good.
Dashing forward, Savannah uses the glaive as a pole, vaulting over the yellow splattered suit of armor to go after the 'injured' one behind it. She jams the glaive down its 'neck', sending her feet plowing into its chest before yanking the weapon out.
Theres only one suit of armor!
You vault over the shadowy dagger-wielding man and land between Mayor and the possessed armor, jabbing your spear into the crevice between the helm and the breastplate. As you discover, theres really nothing in there! You punch a nice hole in the backside of the plate through, and rip open another tear in the armor as you jank the glaive free, dealing 918 damage. (roll 9+7+4+4, crit)
Kyllik Wrote:"Vengeance for the deserted!"
Souls surge through you, overwhelming power at your fingertips. You give in to the demands of revenge, throwing a spear of soul essence at Razan's back that rips into him midswing, dealing 599 damage and piercing his body to impale the demonic cadavar in front of him for 898 damage. (roll 4+6+4, crit)
The look of betrayal on Razan's face is absolutely priceless.
You're not even sure which of you that thought belonged to.
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Razan and the Forsaken trade blows, Razan smiting the demon for 975 damage (roll 5+8) and the corpse retaliating by causing a wound to erupt across Razan's chest for 300 damage.
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