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Psych · 04-28-2015, 08:26 PM

Renzo's well of inspiration was starting to run dry. So many artistic endeavors in one day? He was not some machine. He required time and a quiet atmosphere to delicately craft each masterpiece one by one. He didn't just produce flippant copies like the enemy!

Renzo's paints fly toward Savannah, hovering around her like a belt. They will form up into a sphere around her the next time she takes damage, shielding her and granting her a bonus to the stat of her choice.

BlazerC · 04-30-2015, 11:43 AM

Bohw was about to jump to the back of the group, if not for Thunderpaw taking perhaps one too many blows from an irritable pile of walking scrap metal. Muttering a curse under her breath, Bohw stepped forward in the front of him, putting herself between the two of them as she magically lit a handful of bombs. She didn't care for the weird stuff Thunderpaw was doing nor for the mess she was about to get herself into, hurling her bombs in between the walking abomination and the twisted armor.

Meanwhile Mayor was wishing he didn't meet his friends like this. He made a brief glance about the room to see if there was any valuables that Remah had left behind, a hero was not without his magical items, such as that vial he once carried around, did he still have it? Eventually his eyes settled on The Forsaken, bitter and emotional, the golem lashed out at him to taunt it, grabbing one of it's limbs and tearing at it, in the very least grabbing it's attention.

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(04-26-2015, 11:19 PM)Frolic Wrote: »"Oh wow," Myra whispered under her breath as practically anything that could happen in this moment was happening. A few key points summed the situation up quite nicely, though: Razan was free, they got what they came here for, and Corvid had caught up to them.

"With Remah gone, the shadow army is going to come out," Myra shouted to her companions as she grasped Aldarei Sagatha in her hand, "Corvid's caught up to us, and we got the thing we needed." She turned to Razan, her eyes squinting from the light he was holding. "It's time to fly the coop, isn't it?"

She glanced around her and found Thunderpaw terribly beaten by that freak stalker, and went about casting a healing spell upon him. Hopefully, it will be enough.

Once that spell was cast, Myra muttered under her breath for a certain inanimate object to hear, "...Was that blood thing of Remah the 'dark one' you mentioned?"

You hurriedly heal Thunderpaw for 210 health. Not your finest spell yet. (roll 5+5)

(04-27-2015, 12:41 AM)SupahKiven Wrote: »Remah's weapon feels like a feather in comparison to the Greatsword. Savannah easily manages a grip on the weapon, hefting it and getting a feel for it. It was a glaive, and she had gotten better with spears lately... With a dismissive scoff, Savannah tightens her grip on the weapon in her hands and turns to face their attackers. Some washed up suits of armor and a crazy robokiller? Should be easy.

She darts forward, her unnatural strength easily propelling her forward, and lunges for the Corvid, intending to stab her in the gut and then slice outward, cleaving a deep gash into the creature's abdomen.

While the not-quite-a-woman is readying her next barrage of attacks, you lunge at her and bury your newest weapon in her stomach, causing a spray of thick blue liquid to erupt when you rip your weapon back out through her midsection for 473 damage (roll 5+8+8).

(04-27-2015, 04:32 AM)ICantGiveCredit Wrote: »Watson hears Razan's plea and responds adequately, striking the unholy armor plate with a clang, turning into heavier clang as the sword resonates and explodes. Watson had strategically switched his Champion blade for the Starmetal while he was running away akin to someone who has no strategy to speak of.

He could have done more, something else. Maybe not have used up so much of that water? It was stronger than he thought, having seared and cauterized his wounds on contact with his corrupted flesh. Maybe poured a spot of it and then recommenced clobbering them.

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You trade blows with the possessed armor, striking it for 438 (roll 13+7) damage before the armor barrels into you, knocking you back a short distance only for its much larger blade to swing around and rake you across the chest in a sweeping slash, dealing 660 damage.

(04-28-2015, 12:31 PM)MasterBlade Wrote: »Hah..... so many things in this room to hate at once. Dagger-wielding corpsemen, stupid manipulative old men, that thing with the energy bursts and an angry temper...

So many things to hit... so little strength left to hit them with...

... so many souls flying about...

...

Thunderpaw was going to regret what he was about to do. Hell, the thought gave him regret as-is. Reaching for his bag, he fetched a familiar locket and the crystal he was keeping the others safe from. This battlefield had gone mad long ago; madness in turn could be the only feasible weapon.

"Kyllik, give me aid! Do what you must to end this threat!"

A last ditch effort, and at great risk. Thunderpaw had seen how this played out before; the Corvid creature and the spirit of Sam'souvra were allies under the same twisted banner. The ploy of borrowing its ally's power and appearance could mess up Corvid's targeting long enough to land a coup'de'grace... assuming he could keep the soulbender under control. A sneaking suspicion felt this wouldn't be so simple however. Not with all the current pawns in place. This was just as likely to backfire as it was to succeed.

Still better than dying though.

Thoughts to vengeance
Vengeance to blood
Our blood indomitable

You burst alight with dark power, the visage of Kyllik forming around you like a shroud as he screams with unrestrained fury, swearing revenge upon both Corvid and Nishio.

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Through your body, he reaches out to the myriad souls above, devouring them as eagerly as the one stuck in the locket, drawing a fraction of the sea of unbound spirits to you, each one filling you with a surge of power.

Corvid is undistracted by any of this, firing another magical barrage at you, the first two attacks striking you for 300 and 270 damage. Kyllik, already weaving the souls of the damned into a spell, turns just long enough to telepathically rip something from Razan's coat pocket - a dull crystal that streaks into your waiting hand.

"Know death atlast, you damnation's whore!" You hear yourself scream, seething with energy as you raise your hand, a fulminating beam woven from soul energy thundering from your fingertips, bearing the crystal at its center like a piece of flotsam on a tidal wave. It lasts only a moment, your beam searing a hole through her chest where her heart should have been, inflicting 1334 (roll 10+6, crit) damage and leaving the crystal lodged in the wound, blue fluid running down its sides as the un-woman falls to its knees in the middle of its barrage of attacks, hands at its sides and its head lolling.

The crystal lights up.

(04-28-2015, 08:26 PM)Psych Wrote: »Renzo's well of inspiration was starting to run dry. So many artistic endeavors in one day? He was not some machine. He required time and a quiet atmosphere to delicately craft each masterpiece one by one. He didn't just produce flippant copies like the enemy!

Renzo's paints fly toward Savannah, hovering around her like a belt. They will form up into a sphere around her the next time she takes damage, shielding her and granting her a bonus to the stat of her choice.

The dagger-wielding shadow turns and rushes at you, inadverdently stepping into the path of your paint which dutifully binds itself to the shadow, forming a barrier of swirling reds and vibrant blues, shielding it for 500 damage! (roll 1, hit 1).

Then the shadow is on you, slashing a shallow cut across your chest for 280 damage! Your soldier stabs him for 104 damage.

(04-30-2015, 11:43 AM)BlazerC Wrote: »Bohw was about to jump to the back of the group, if not for Thunderpaw taking perhaps one too many blows from an irritable pile of walking scrap metal. Muttering a curse under her breath, Bohw stepped forward in the front of him, putting herself between the two of them as she magically lit a handful of bombs. She didn't care for the weird stuff Thunderpaw was doing nor for the mess she was about to get herself into, hurling her bombs in between the walking abomination and the twisted armor.

Meanwhile Mayor was wishing he didn't meet his friends like this. He made a brief glance about the room to see if there was any valuables that Remah had left behind, a hero was not without his magical items, such as that vial he once carried around, did he still have it? Eventually his eyes settled on The Forsaken, bitter and emotional, the golem lashed out at him to taunt it, grabbing one of it's limbs and tearing at it, in the very least grabbing it's attention.

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SpoilerBohw positions herself forwards and bombs The Forgotten and The Forsworn.

Mayor is looting and being an annoying bastard to The Forsaken.

Seeing as you dont have the firepower to blow up the lenght of a house, you instead shout for Watson to get out of the way before lighting a cluster of bombs with a quick flick of flame, carefully lobbing the bomb in between the shadow and the armor where it detonates between them to inflict 340 damage to each (roll 8+5+6).

Meanwhile, Mayor is torn between looting through what is left of his friend's earthly possessions and slapping Nishio's corpse around, but theres simply too much distance between the two points to accomplish both! Seeing as it is closer, Mayor resolves to dive into Remah's room to do some looting. Aside from weapon racks filled with a wide selection of spears, a half-full crate of javelins, a number of miscellaneous books and a wardrobe, theres not much of any actual value. Mayor's keen perception lets him recognize a wrinkled tarot card, however, which he recalls having seen Remah fiddle with from time to time back in the day. The faded card depicts the silhoutte of a horned man holding aloft a sphere of magical power in one hand, a slender blade in the other. He grabs it, then looks around for anything else of interest - the vial certainly isnt here. To Mayor's senses, it had always held something of a warm presence when near, which is sorely lacking right now.

Wild Magic
Buffs on you are sometimes more powerful.
Uncertainty in the face of fate.

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Razan charges past Watson and the armor, swinging his brilliant blade in a running strike that cleaves straight through the armor, leaving the armor only slightly singed... but incinerating whatever spirit inhabits it, inflicting 2700 damage (roll 16+8, crit) and causing black smoke to rise from within the armor to dissipate in the air. Razan hardly pays the armor any mind, though, charging instead at the unholy corpse standing within the furthest reach of the cavern. It continues to point at Razan, causing dark smoke to manifest around him, choking and tearing at him for 360 damage.

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ICan'tGiveCredit · 05-06-2015, 02:25 AM

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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.

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EDIT AGAIN:

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Psych · 05-06-2015, 05:14 AM

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chimericWilder · 05-06-2015, 07:07 AM

(05-06-2015, 02:25 AM)ICantGiveCredit Wrote: »

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Spoileralrighhhhttt

also it's no biggie, you probably had exams. I think. My school decided to split my calc. course's exam into 2 exams. One Yesterday and one during exam time. So i know how you feel.

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BlazerC · 05-08-2015, 10:24 AM

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.

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Frolic · 05-09-2015, 07:05 AM

((Heehee, using a relative's computer to post this brief command~))

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.

Psych · 05-11-2015, 09:53 AM

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.

ICan'tGiveCredit · 05-11-2015, 10:04 AM

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chimericWilder · 05-11-2015, 11:03 AM

yea you only get frenzy if you give up your magics. thats a command. you can do that now and get the bonus in time for your action this turn

ofcourse that would invalidate you from benefiting you from that water because its majyykal

ICan'tGiveCredit · 05-11-2015, 11:12 AM

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SupahKiven · 05-11-2015, 08:13 PM

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.

chimericWilder · 05-12-2015, 08:41 PM

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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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Psych · 05-12-2015, 09:44 PM

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chimericWilder · 05-12-2015, 10:16 PM

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chimericWilder · 05-13-2015, 11:51 PM

can we skip the radio silence and get on with the murderings

ICan'tGiveCredit · 05-14-2015, 12:21 AM

Watson undertakes the grueling task of lugging Mayor's collapsed body away from any sources of danger. He expends all his actions to do so, as Mayor is quite heavy. It's what Watson deserves for allowing his ally to take a hit like that with no prior warning of their capabilities such as "You may or may not be slain if you do not take any necessary precautions."

Albeit quite a mouthful. Maybe "Run" is the most optimal code of warning.

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SupahKiven · 05-14-2015, 10:14 PM

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Savannah flips through the air, catching a glimpse of Watson hauling off Mayor, and lands gracefully on her feet. She glances back at the pair, lips curling in a snarky sigh.

"I really gotta do everything by myself?" Her annoyance proclaimed, Savannah lunges forward, going for the shadowy, dagger man. Being used like an impromptu battering ram, the blade of the glaive gets run through the shadow's chest, Savannah dropping into a slide to further tear the blade through the thing's body.

BlazerC · 05-15-2015, 10:00 AM

Mayor's form fell the floor with a crash, ethereal mist spewing from his wound as he slipped into an unconscious state.

It looked like Bohw wasn't even phased by Mayor falling down. On the inside she wanted to break out into tears, but she had to quell any emotions for time being, lest she lose herself in the chaos. She stepped forward, "Savannah!" She called out, attempting to grab her attention. Once (and if) she looked, Bohw pointed at her with two fingers, then quickly pointed towards an empty area of the hallway where one could slip past, something Savannah would probably be very good at.

She stepped back again and loaded another arrow as she aimed at the Forsaken (The shadowy dagger man). The plan was that Savannah would sneak around in the chaos and drive that glaive into that fleshy monster's back, while it was too distracted by being shot by Bohw, hopefully she got the message. She added a bit of magic into the arrowhead as drew back the bow, letting it glint with an annoying light for a moment, for no real purpose other than to draw it's eye... or at least what was left of it.

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SupahKiven · 05-16-2015, 01:09 AM

Savannah, having almost pieced her plan together in her head, complete with shadowy gore and lots of slicing, was about to execute her plan when a voice caught her ears. Bohw's, to be specific. Cocking an eyebrow in surprise, she glanced at the sort of dip in the hallway, tilting her head. Now what was their leading motioning on about? Savannah understood once Bohw loaded up another arrow, a grin forming on her face. She shot Bohw a mock salute and scurried off to the small dip in the hallway, slipping quietly behind the enemy.

Savannah loomed behind their enemies, waiting for a signal or something. It came when a sharp glint of light blinked on the other side of the Forsaken. Yeah, that was probably the signal. Savannah waited for the arrow to fly before lunging forward and ramming the glaive through the shadow creature's back, feet aiming for the back of the thing's knees. Or, at least, where she assumed they were.

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Psych · 05-17-2015, 08:48 AM

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Renzo heals himself and tries to boost his defense.

Frolic · 05-17-2015, 05:49 PM

Frustrations upon frustrations were piling up today, and Myra was quite fed up with how her magic is just downright shoddy today. And now she has green paint on her. While she couldn't claim to care much about what colors she slapped on her figure, Myra was quite sure this shade in particular worked in all the wrong ways for her.

The ravenfolk's efforts to support her allies thus far have barely left a mark on the battle! Forget the healing, she wants to take out her anger on these abominations! Let's see, but which to start on? Hmm...Perhaps The Forsaken....Yes, The Forsaken, who is currently targeted by others, it seems. Maybe she could help expedite its fall.

Myra weaves together a spell to sling at The Forsaken that will increase the damage it takes from her allies for the next few turns. She also pulls out her Silken Strands to have it at the ready for later.

chimericWilder · 05-17-2015, 06:24 PM

for the record, dagger guy is the forsworn and im going to go ahead and assume he's the guy you all want to be punching

the forsaken is corpse guy

ICan'tGiveCredit · 05-17-2015, 09:17 PM

just to be clear

the corpse is forsaken

the sword is forswordn

and floating armor is forgotten