RE: Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Four: Fires of Heaven]
08-09-2015, 07:36 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-09-2015, 07:39 PM by chimericWilder.)
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(07-25-2015, 05:14 PM)ICantGiveCredit Wrote: »As Watson grapples with his clinking combatant, his face puffs up... before he expels a burgeoning puff of flame from his mouth into the inner chassis! This will hopefully melt it and soften its grip on the sword which he must not allow to fall in the wrong hands.
The fire leaves a fragrant scent in the air.
Watson should find some way of purifying that sword later, so as to not permit it control of his heart. If it has been conceived of such a process, he is definitely wont to find it out! But in all likelihood he will probably not know of it too soon as his comrades are currently embarking on a quest and investigating such a practice would require contact with... magismiths. Watson is wary of magic. But So why, then, does he have this hesitation of finding them? Will it not be for the betterment of the world to reforge it for use by the honourable? Perhaps when his troop finds time for leisure, he will tackle the task.
You spew forth a torrent of fire, the deteriorating armor struggling against you as you bathe it in flames. (Hit 3+5 Vs Defense 8, Roll 5+6 Vs Roll 4+8). You burn the revenant aswell as two corshari that had the poor fortune to have formed within your line of fire, dealing 289 damage to each of them. In turn, you are yourself burned for 240 damage by the super-heated armor that stubbornly continues to grapple with you for control of the sword. It is weakening.
Also, you now have two angry corshari clawing at your face. You nimbly duck behind the armor to avoid one swing, but the other manages to rake you across your left arm for a nasty 300 damage.
(07-28-2015, 01:24 PM)BlazerC Wrote: »Bohw's mind was a tattered mess, flinching away from the melee as she grabbed her forehead. Her expression seemed to of be changing erratically, there was some battle going on inside her head for control of the body, not even able to recall what had happened only moments ago.
"Mayor...?"
Before she could think too much about her actions, Bohw then caught sight of the seemingly endless tide of monsters that was pouring into the room. Both sides of her had to agree on one thing at least, they weren't going to be able to stop these monsters this way. "Thunderpaw!" She called, placing her feet firmly on the ground as she started to weave some kind of rune together, "Use that... Blade of Light! Stop these monsters, now!" barking an order. There was some clear disgust in her voice, Bohw's wicked side didn't like the idea of the damn blade, but it was the only trump card they had left.
Carrying out her spell, Bohw aimed to curse all the Regnant Corshar with runes of weakness, crippling their overall power and hopefully buying some for the others.
Laughing maliciously, you curse Myra and Savannah with burning agony, inflicting 591 damage spread over a few turns to each of them! (Roll 14+9+6)
One of the large shadowfiends leaps at you while you are still congratulating yourself over the devious spell, knocking you to the ground and laying into you with its claws for 371 damage!
(07-28-2015, 09:58 PM)SupahKiven Wrote: »Savannah feels the jungle drain away, robbing her of her unnatural strength. The sword drops from her grasp, clanging against the ground. Despite that, Savannah can still feel the dregs of her strength, persisting in her muscles and leaving her questionably stronger than normal, though whether or not it's just an after effect remains to be seen.
That's when the world lights up around her, flames licking at her tattered sweater but otherwise leaving her unharmed, aside from a few singed hairs. Savannah growls, picking off a loose strand that reeks with that nasty burnt hair smell. She mutters angrily to herself even as she draws Remah's weapon from it's strange sheathe on her back, preparing to give more of these Corshar assholes the business.
"Ooh, 'not all fire consumes', hardy har har. I'm a stupid fire snake har har..." Tightening her grip on the glaive's shaft, Savannah scopes out her next target. Just a bunch of the little guys. Fine by her. This should be easy street. She springs forward, slashing at one of the Corshar with the blade of the glaive, then sweeping in the other direction with it as a follow up.
Without a new source of magic to feed upon, your jungle crumbles away to dust, leaving you to discard the greatsword in favor of a lighter weapon.
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Just as Bohw helped you mere moments ago, she now curses you with pain to drain your strength. You charge on regardless, lashing out at the nearest pair of newly-minted monsters, striking first one and then the other for 315 damage to each of them! (Roll 12+8, Crit)
They then lunge at you. You duck below one clawswing (Hit 5+2 Vs Defense 7), then parry another with the haft of the glaive, its claws scraping your fingers for a minor 45 damage.
Ink Soldier Wrote:Stab.
The ink soldier stabs the corshar in front of it for 78 damage (roll 7+1, crit), and is then summarily torn to shreds by the selfsame corshar, ripping the soldier apart to inflict 150 damage! Another corshar then claws at Renzo for another 150 damage.
(08-08-2015, 07:39 PM)Frolic Wrote: »I'll take that shapeshift option up, transforming into a large, flaming black phoenix. For style. Using her new size to her advantage, Myra will attempt to knock away whatever Corshar attack/are near her allies so they can fry bigger fish.
As your shape grows and twists into that of a great black-feathered phoenix trailing plumes of fire, you grab the two corshari that had been harassing you with your talons and hurl them into the cave wall where they explode into a cloud of smoke with a crack, dealing 654 damage to each (Roll 7+13, crit). You pick up the lone corshar fighting thunderpaw with your beak, crushing it till it's already weakened form till it puffs into mist. You then shove away the two corshari you had spotted charging towards you earlier with a sweep of one wing, knocking them over and dealing 455 damage to each, aswell as keeping them away from Thunderpaw. (roll 9+13)
One of the newly-formed corshari then jumps at you from the corner where it formed beside you, swinging its scytheblade across your underside in a spray of blood, dealing 585 damage!
(07-30-2015, 02:22 AM)MasterBlade Wrote: »Thunderpaw nodded, disengaging from the foe before him to make a clear shot. He would summon the blade and hurl it, crossing fingers that it struck true.
You draw on the light of the crystals as you have done before, summoning it with sevenfold power - and they react like never before, spinning into orbit around the blade, flowing streams of light feeding into a mutual manifestation. With no time to dwell on the further meaning of this, you carefully take aim at the pedestal. You briefly consider whether bunni paws truly bring luck or if it is only a myth. Then you hurl the sword.
It flies end over end, traveling smoothly through the narrow gateway leading into Remah's room. Your aim proves true as the blade strikes home at the base of the pedestal, erupting into an explosion of light that obliterates the enchanted stone structure, the wave of light blinding you for a moment.
When next you can see, the blade of light is hanging suspended in midair within a chaotic rift of energy where the pedestal stood before, souls welling up from within the rift to form a spirit vortex swirling around the sword.
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