RE: Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Four: Fires of Heaven]
12-29-2014, 10:18 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-29-2014, 10:32 PM by chimericWilder.)
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The great red dragon charges at the base of the tower, thundering steps shaking the ground as he tramples the hedges. With a roar, the dragon lunges shoulder-first at the tower, breaking the stone foundation and sending large chunks of enchanted rock falling from above. The entire tower shudders, then slowly begins to fall.
(12-15-2014, 03:29 AM)SupahKiven Wrote: »"Shit!" Savannah covers her face with her arms as what looks like the man's tattoo torches the area, hitting her with a slap of flame. She's lucky that she's good at handling fire, otherwise...
"You torched my sweater!" Savannah growls, bits of charred fabric fall from her forearms, revealing the scorched skin underneath. "I've had enough of monsters and shit ruining this thing!" As she thinks of her next attack, a sparkle catches her eye, floating next to her. She snatches it from the air, making sure that the dude is distracted with her ice before glancing at it. Some sort of... ring? Savannah can hear a barely audible tune, almost at the base of her skull. She quickly slips it on, turning back to the flaming guy again.
This time, Savannah raises her hands up, then drops them down. Within an instant, the air around the two of them begins blowing, whipping at the flames and tossing Savannah's hair around. Then it begins snowing. And sleeting. And hailing. Savannah directs the howling blizzard at the kilt dude. This'll teach 'im to put a shirt on.
As you start casting your spell, he charges at you, an anger bordering on rage burning - literally - in his eyes. "Heretic frostweaver!" He practically snarls as your snowstorm whips about him, inflicting 68 (roll 1+8) damage. But he simply ignores it and slips up in front of you, lithely performing a whirling kick that looks as though it could have been part of a dance. You step back from the kick itself, but his leatherbound feet are trailed by a fiery blaze, which incinerates you for 510 damage.
Though your snowstorm is helping put out the fire a bit, the fiery serpent encircling the man is doing a much better job at setting everything aflame, including you. You take an additional 83 damage.
Then you see a glowing purple rune abruptly appear beneath the man's feet, and he vanishes, replaced by a fellow in a trenchcoat holding a rifle. He gives you a friendly wink then, eyeing the nearby symphony of frost and flame with distaste, launches into the sky, apparently propelled by some kind of jetpack on his back. He zips about rapidly, making himself a difficult target.
(12-16-2014, 10:01 AM)ICantGiveCredit Wrote: »Watson had a harrowing tumble at the hands of a strange man hovering on a disk of blue fire(?). Because hiding behind a bush seemed like a good idea at the time when your opponent has a weapon that harnesses pure energy. It is then that he saw a jewel beside him as he lay on the blackened earth. A hazel gemstone, finely cut with no other distinct oh, nevermind, apparently it's glowing.
Watson almost threw it away, expecting it to explode in his face. He certainly isn't wrong to think that the champion wouldn't throw more magical projectiles his way. But the jewel did not explode immediately, so Watson realized it was safe. It even bore familiarity to him... like those jewels for which they had been in pursuit many days before.
He dutifully tucked it into an opposite pocket, as the one on his right breast pocket was being occupied by that other green jewel. He instantly felt a bit swifter. Watson buried his Champion blade in his "hamperspace"? He did need to come up with a better name for it, and his clothes were terribly rumpled from all the rowdy rows and rumbles in which he participates. In any case, the Starmetal would be a better fit for this situation, as he is not fighting the forces of "evil", only disillusioned people.
Watson stood up and raised it high into the sky calling upon that clanging bell, it was Happy Hour.
Clang.
And so, the winds poured through even faster, the water crystallizing in thick clouds.
Clang.
The clouds took on a sherry cherry-colored hue, in turn. Electrical charges were concentrated into an unsteady current that circulated throughout the nimbi.
Clang.
The bell halted and centered on him. Above it, a beautiful, rumbling, effervescent cloud of alcohol.
CLANGGGGGGGGGKRAKOOOOOOOOOOOMMM. The bell disappeared as a stream of wine-colored lightning struck Watson, arcing through him, even flattening out the wrinkles in his clothes! He hadn't felt this fabulous in days!
That is, he hadn't felt this drunk. Drops of pure ecstasy fell to the ground around him in a ring as Watson held his head down, and his guard up.
You pick up the crystal, feeling a jolt of energy as you do. You feel as though you could do more than one thing at a time, all of a sudden. Like... Swing one sword, and then another. Wait, where did that thought come from?
You then proceed to zap yourself with alcoholic lightning, healing yourself for 1138 (roll 7+6).
Then the fellow with the trenchcoat disappears. In his place appears a lithe man who happens to not be wearing a shirt, probably due to the fiery serpent that is encircling him. The hedges around the little floating platform he is standing on are soon set aflame as this serpent almost curiously inspects them.
(12-18-2014, 07:31 AM)Psych Wrote: »
You dont dig a tunnel; thatd be silly you already did that. You do however traverse one and oh look a guy with a jetpack and that lady from before.
(12-18-2014, 10:33 PM)BlazerC Wrote: »Mayor broke away from his opponent, staying outside of the reach of it's weapon as he stared them down. Observing his enemy, it was clear it wasn't mindless as he first thought and physically, this opponent out matched Mayor in every way. Even with dragons and other chaos developing around him, Mayor refused to let his gaze off his opponent, only moving when he reaches out and grab the falling jewel. Carefully wrapping his gauntlet around the precious item, Mayor too begins to transform, mimicking the enemy as crystal envelopes him like a second skin, channeling every ounce of energy he had stored. As he takes the new form, Mayor makes a clicking, scraping noise, to a normal being it meant nothing but an irritable scratching, but among constructs, it was a message of respect.
Bohw looked at the strange stone in awe, all up until the moment where she was struck down by the enemy due to a lack of attention. Immediately scrambling back to her feet and snatching some special fire bombs from her bag in the same motion, Bohw snarled at the man who had the audacity to attack her. Bohw lit the fuses with a spark of magic, threw them across the corridor...
...and instantly booked it, turning to run in the opposite direction. She was not dealing with that, withdrawing a small potion bottle she had stored in her bag and drinking it down in a hurry as she ran.
Mayor transforms, preparing for a battle between iron & crystal and rock & stone. Meanwhile, Mayor's adversary neither responds to his golem speak nor waits for Mayor to finish transforming as he drops his guard and moves to attack, swinging the battleaxe in a straight arc at Mayor.
This does not faze Mayor in the slightest, and he easily raises his shield to deflect the linear attack (Hit 3-1 Vs Defense 7). The stone axe bounces back harmlesly, and Mayor's adversary once again raises his shield, strafing Mayor and waiting for another opportunity to attack.
Meanwhile, Bohw's bombs explode around her robed enemy. He hardly seems to notice, too busy staring skywards as he takes 252 damage (roll 13+5).
"They... Call to me. This is my time. My while... The stars..."
Though no stars are out this time of day, he seems transfixed by the sky nevertheless as he begins glowing with a steady luminous light, and you feel a weight drawing you back even as you run. You dont stop, but before you get long, the man explodes with a shockwave of power that sears your skin and threatens to drown you out as you are sent flying, your body crumbling against the ground as you take 3843. You feel the demons closing in around you.
You never did get to drink that potion.
Even the hedges are left decimated, leaves blown off them and the branches left to wither and die in the spin of seconds. Despite this, the luminescent pulse of power fades, leaving a ripple of stardust to fall gently from the sky in the area affected by the blastwave, almost like some kind of beautiful glowing snow.
(12-22-2014, 02:19 PM)Frolic Wrote: »Myra didn't even think twice before accepting the new shiny object as a new member of her Shinies collection- of course that's a thing, why wouldn't she have a Shinies collection?- and tucked it safely in her magical inventory. She enjoyed the magic ebbing from the crystal, letting its boon spur her into casting a regenerating aura on herself that will hopefully last her a while. Stuck to the ground for the time being, Myra then Changed Form and carefully stood up.
"We did not bring on this chaos," Myra called out to the lycanthrope in some small hope that it can still be reasoned with, "we're trying to find a way to dispel it! There is no vengeance to take up!"
You weave a powerful spell, one of mending and restoration, letting it sink into yourself and renew your vigour. You'll heal 331 each round for 5 rounds (roll 15+9, crit)
Something you said must've caught the lycan's attention, for he gives you a curious look, then begins to shake violently, exhaling a dark mist all the while. Then the lycan explodes. Or rather, the air around him does. Your human form is blown to the ground violently, and you swear you can feel your bones shake as you bounce once, taking 1333 damage.
Then, oddly, he walks over to you, offering you one clawed hand as if to help you up. He appears strangely unthreatening like this.
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The king glares at Thunderpaw as the tower shakes and shudders, starting its fall towards the ground. Even as the stone balcony starts to slant dangerously, threatening to drop both Thunderpaw and the king to the ground, he stands calmly. He brings his hands together in a gesture similar to a prayer, and as he does, the tower stops, suspended in midair. Then he moves his hands in a complex pattern and you watch as the balcony rips itself free of the building, righting itself and with it, yourself and the king. The tower hovers above the ground, loose bricks hanging spread haphazardly every which way. You watch as one fourth of the tower rips itself apart from the rest, like a long and tall stone splinter, rising above the rest of the tower until the thin end of it is level with the balcony... The tip pointing at Thunderpaw's heart.
Several floors of what was once a tower are hurled towards you, like a great stone spear. What do you do?
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