Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Four: Fires of Heaven]

Something strange:

Ring of Hymn is stated twice in inventory of Savannah /and/ Myra

also, are Sa'ron's flames "magic"?

It should not be in Myra's.

Also youll have to figure that out on your lonesome

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How do I make short post, help pls.

Savannah weathers another fiery kick, blocking the licking inferno once again with her scorched forearms. She growls at the tongues of flame burning her skin raw. What a dick. She begins to ready another spell, getting a feel for how much of the hedges she can work with.

"Heretic?! I'll show you heretic when I turn your guts to charcoal!" Savannah readies another attack for the flaming bastard, only for a purple light to pop up under him. She raises a battered arm, prepping for some sort of... fire crap, only for the dude to wink away. The man standing there, Savannah might say he was dressed to the nines. The sudden swap and the appearance of the man were enough to startle her into not doing anything long enough for him to wink and rocket away.

"Hey! Get back here!" Savannah clenches a fist, ticked off that she got distracted, when she hears a sound and that dude from earlier pops out of the ground. "You've got to be kidding me." She ignores the jetpack dude for a moment, turning to face Renzo.

"Back off, psycho. This is between me and rocket boy back there." She splays her fingers out and, still facing the new arrival to her battle scene, activates Aromatherapy. Taking what little she can from the hedges, Savannah spurs on their growth, causing the bloom of colorful flowers. Which then proceed to explode, showering pollen and sap everywhere.

Renzo is taken aback by the young woman's curt words. "How rude. I'd call you bipolar, but now I can see you're strictly arctic. And here I thought you'd had a good idea. Fear not madam, RENZO shall show the true art of BATTLE."

Renzo pays her no head though. He heals her with his glove, and uses his magic to summon a giant canvas, slamming it onto the huntsman to create a Masterpiece.

Renzo is taken aback by the young woman's curt words. "How rude. I'd call you bipolar, but now I can see you're strictly arctic. And here I thought you'd had a good idea."

Renzo pays her no head though. He heals her with his glove, and uses his magic to summon a giant canvas, slamming it onto the firey man to create a Masterpiece.

(fiery man is all the way with Watson? Also, he's going to get locked down b/c seriously, snake-diety + tribal tattoos? gotta be magical

y'know what, it wouldn't hurt for Watson to buy some sort of magical detector since he's so averse to it :o )

okay note to self next time read all the lines

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Unsure of Bohw's current list of options, it's either die or go hellbent, but until I know which one I am allowed to do, won't get a command up for her. Will still write something though, naturally.

Bohw's shriek of pain was drowned out by the attack itself, her body went limp, collapsing to the ground and completely paralyzed. The air left her lungs, her broken body was unable to keep itself going as she lay there motionless like a mangled corpse. Bohw didn't even realize she was dying, total agony and wailing spirits around her was the only thing she knew.

Even as the battlefield is rocked with another explosion, Mayor gave all attention to his adversary. He kept his defenses seemingly lowered and his stance relaxed, but judging from the way the stone golem was circling Mayor, they knew fully well that Mayor was ready to defend himself at a moment's notice. He didn't have time for this, so he took the offensive and leaped forward suddenly, bringing one foot down with an earth splitting stomp to upset the opponent's balance. Now that he was much closer he threw a wide punch with his weight and momentum behind it, Mayor struck the enemy's tower shield straight in the center, aiming to shatter the stone, Sabotaging it's defense.

Unsure of Bohw's current list of options, it's either die or go hellbent

yea thats fairly accurate

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In that case

As Bohw lay there, her body begun to involuntarily twitch, dark magic washing and enveloping the Impling as her form changed. The body suddenly jerked upright, as if being pulled by invisible strings as Bohw writhed around like a limp puppet. Bohw snapped to attention, glaring down the de-horned man with a lifeless look in her eye, bringing up a twitching and burnt hand up to her face to hide a wicked smile.

"What delicious irony." She said, in a voice that was not her own, "You wish to stop it, yet on poor judgement, you kill one of the only people who can achieve so." Whoever Bohw was now begun to to laugh quietly under her breath, clearly entertained by the thought as she channeled energy from another realm to empower her form.

Despite the amazing show it would produce, it was an unfortunate choice for the kink to hurl a spear large enough for Thunderpaw to jump on. With a leap fueled by both the glowing magic and his own inate ability, the knight used the still balcony as a springboard to land on top of the flying masonry. He ran across to the end of the spear tower like a blue rodent before reaching its end, where he would return to the King's balcony with a single bound. Not striking, but staring with a stern and composed look.

"As a Champion of Lord Ziras, chosen to stop the world's destruction at the hands of dark gods, I demand you yield this combat!"

He could feel... something. Something foul was misdirecting this battlefield somewhere. This fight wasn't entirely started of light against light alone; there was a puppet of shadow lurking around. And the best way to find that lurking puppeteer was to challenge the head and work from there.

The knight would not move to attack until he had an answer, readying himself for the next assault if words would not solve this.


((Oh no! He's using...... SOCIAL STATS! D:))

((Oh no! He's using...... SOCIAL STATS! D:))

Now if we could just teleport Watson in your place, Watson will get to woo him. All problemz solved.

You leap onto the massive column of stone, but the spear does not merely pass the balcony by. Instead, it crashes into the balcony, obliterating the smaller stone structure, though what happened to the king you cannot tell from your rather tenous position, moving as fast as you can to stay atop the tower facade until it slows. Emerging from a broken window, Amond Varangian floats up to stand across from you. Right, it is a building with rooms - though how he escaped being crushed is not immediately apparent.

The king laughs as you give your speech, a dry humorless sound that is nearly carried away by the wind.

"I know who you are and i know what you have done, and you are no knight of mine. You were the one who started this. And under orders from Ziras? I knew he was naïve, but i had hoped he knew better than to meddle in the affairs of gods. Look at us now, squabbling over right and wrong as the world burns around us. What makes think you can claim victory where i have failed, 'chosen knight'? Over a god?"

"What makes me think I can succeed? Two things."

"I'm not dead, and I still have the will to fight."

Empowered by the three relics below, a bright light begins to form between Thunderpaw's hands. At first it simply acts to brighten the surrounding sky but quickly expands as if to cut the dark moons' twilight in twain. A sword forms, not of steel but of pure light and energy, radiating out the light of day unbroken by the surrounding darkness.

A blade of light, strengthened by the hope of three.

"I have seen the past and the present. Hope and despair. Light beings and the dark god they hope to banish forever. And I sense a fraction of its power corrupting the very heart of your court. I do not blame you for despair, but looking into the sky and crushing those with hope below it does your kingdom no good."

"We are but participants in a battle that has waged over the span of two world's time; our influence has not doomed the world any more than it was bound. But it HAS given the darkness worry. They fear us, seek to destroy us at all costs. For we still hold a sliver of light, the spark that can light the sky and end the eternal night. We still hold the means to undo what has been done."

"I ask again, as two men with hopes to see the light of day once more. Yield this combat."

The man sighs, looking down below over the side of the toppled tower splinter, seeming older than his years for a moment. Then he looks you in the eye and that weakness is gone.

"You dont understand. Your quest is foolish and you are doomed to die, whether I will it or not. This is a god. Not one of the forgotten saints the church honors by calling them gods and worshipping their names. An actual, almighty vengeful god. Your ally below with the sword, he struggles against my guardsmen even now, fighting with skill and ferocity against what, to one man, is overwhelming odds. I do not doubt that if i let this man, he would kill me with a simple stroke of the sword. So, then, why do i not reach out in this moment and tear him asunder with my all-powerful magic? Within the walls of this fortress, i have absolute control. It would be easy." His arm twitches as if to do so, but he stops. "Also pointless. He bleeds already, slowly retreating from my soldiers. Soon he will be dead, with or without my interference. He is insignifant. As is the case with you and the dark god. Do not doubt that he could not simply reach out of the sky and tear you asunder at any moment if he so desired. Surely, if he truly feared you he would have done so already. Or do you believe that that sword would save you? It is as worthless as the one carried by your friend below would be if i decided to be rid of him. No, you are doomed to die. You need only accept it.

You are right about one thing. I have despaired. All within this city save those who were within this fortress two hours ago are dead, their souls lost forever. I could do nothing, as i can do nothing for the rest of my kingdom. Why would he take them - civilians, innocents, fathers and mothers and children, but not you, the great hero, here to save us all?

You speak of hope? Here is mine. If i slay you and all of your allies then shatter the soultraps you carry... then perhaps - just perhaps - the wrath of the dark god will be sated. Though I know not the motivations of this god, i have proven powerless to fight him in any other way. Thousands die by the minute, if not more. Blood flows across the world. I would sacrifice you a hundred times over just on the sliver of a chance that I could stop that. Can you honestly say you would not do the same if you had been King in my place? Truly, what can you hope to accomplish? All you have is the promise of hope and a few souls from the time of my father's reign - a time of terror and instability. They are nothing special, and neither are you. Providence will not save you, or this world. What chance do you honestly think you stand against a god? What chance could anyone stand?

You ask me to yield. I refuse. It is every mans right to follow what he believes to be true. If I am to be proven wrong then let fate have mercy on you, for I will not."

"And neither will we show mercy to a King that shames the memory of his lost people!"

Thunderpaw raised his blade of light towards the king, as if to throw it. Then pointed it into the battlefield below, towards the limping swordsman. At the same time, the sigil around the knight's neck began to glow with a feint aura light as strength was slowly restored to the near-fallen man akin to a fountain of life.

<Restoration Activation>

"There is nothing one cannot do with hope and the right resources. Every being, god or mortal, has a weakness. Yours is fear unbecoming of the crown you hold. I apologize for the souls of your people and whatever vengeance they may wish for what I must do. But a man that serves the dark god out of fear is no better than the men that serve him out of loyalty."

The knight raised his sword skywards, then towards the fallen king as it erupted into a piercing bolt of pure light heading straight for his weakened heart. "I fear no king without conviction! En'guarde!"

Watson is not at all offended by your diatribes, you meanie-face king-man

Watson brings his sword to bear across this man's strange, esoterically-inked chest, the red jewel buried in his pocket flashing, its . He cannot stand the mystical snake's slithering through the air, its flames licking all around him, slowly cooking him. Though he admits that it's better than being electrically fried to death by that jetpack-dressed gentleman from before.

And then, without even employing an ounce of his Wits (what do you expect from a drunk man?), Watson guesses the man's conflagrations, and even his accouterments to be of magical origin. Because really, a kilt? A KILT?!? He must have taken even his fashion sense from a fiery hell somewhere, Watson just isn't sure where! Watson, not being able to stand the presence of this man's poor taste in clothing (and lack thereof, with concern to the other man's torso) and his ridiculous, painfully flamboyant snake, raises his left hand, palm up, and looks to the sky.

A large shadow is cast on both of them. The other, more hot-blooded man seems to pay it no mind, and Watson looks serene, his eyes closed as he continues to keep his arm raised high.

Suddenly, a distinct rectangular shape can be made out in the sky. Is that a box? It looks grey. What has Watson gotten them into? Oh god a huge metal thing is going to slam onto both of them and flatten them like pancakes.

And with the advent of a large crashing sound, that is what many would think. Until they look up and see that Watson and Sa'ron are inside a cage. A purple field seems to surround it, the outside of the enclosure being a place where the magic is concentrated, trying to fill a space it's locked out from. Hopefully this will manage this marauder's flaring-intense assaults.

((This week on: Who's Holding Up The Update This Time! 8D
I'm sorry QwQ))

Myra was blown about yet again, the impact knocking the wind out of her chest and shaking her bones in their very places. She soon joined in her body's groans of protest with her voice, getting quite tired of the wind working against her so much today. Myra lay there for a moment to let her breath return to her and wonder to herself if that explosion was even voluntary on the lycanthrope champion's part.

Such thoughts were blown away (much like she was a moment ago) the instant Myra looked up and saw the huge dragon that just toppled over the tower. Oh no, did I hit my head? Am I hallucinating? Oh gods, I've taken one too many falls now.

"...I-" Myra started, gawking at the scene with the dragon and the floating tower ruins, turning back to the lycanthrope. The new sight gave her the burst of energy needed to scramble onto her two human feet, her excited mind too frazzled to have considered taking up the offered helping hand. She was nearly tripping over herself to stand up in her haste, her position no where near steady before she began speaking again, "Do you see that too? Is that dragon with you? Er, your king? Why is it wrecking the tower? Where did it come from!? That's a dragon, and it's here, in the middle of a city!!"

In all of her shock and scattered thoughts, it occurred to the ravenfolk that maybe that dragon was a random "visitor", invading the place because of the attraction the huge explosion from earlier made. Not willing to take any chances, Myra did her best to pull together a healing spell for both herself and the lycanthrope. If that thing was here for everyone's heads, the champion by her side will definitely be needed to help fend it off. She also hoped in the back of her mind that the lycanthrope would take it as a gesture of friendliness.

((Edit: I forgot to give an actual action in my command woops ))

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Savannah weathers another fiery kick, blocking the licking inferno once again with her scorched forearms. She growls at the tongues of flame burning her skin raw. What a dick. She begins to ready another spell, getting a feel for how much of the hedges she can work with.

"Heretic?! I'll show you heretic when I turn your guts to charcoal!" Savannah readies another attack for the flaming bastard, only for a purple light to pop up under him. She raises a battered arm, prepping for some sort of... fire crap, only for the dude to wink away. The man standing there, Savannah might say he was dressed to the nines. The sudden swap and the appearance of the man were enough to startle her into not doing anything long enough for him to wink and rocket away.

"Hey! Get back here!" Savannah clenches a fist, ticked off that she got distracted, when she hears a sound and that dude from earlier pops out of the ground. "You've got to be kidding me." She ignores the jetpack dude for a moment, turning to face Renzo.

"Back off, psycho. This is between me and rocket boy back there." She splays her fingers out and, still facing the new arrival to her battle scene, activates Aromatherapy. Taking what little she can from the hedges, Savannah spurs on their growth, causing the bloom of colorful flowers. Which then proceed to explode, showering pollen and sap everywhere.

A powerful fragrance of mixed oils fills the air around you, clearing your head and soothing the burns you suffered mere moments ago, healing you, Renzo and the dragon for 315 health each. With this much vegetation around you, you can reach far... But you dont have the power to make the entire courtyard erupt with pollen and oil of that caliber. (roll 16+8, crit)

Miquel appears to be beyond reach of your snowstorm for the moment, avoiding it entirely. (Hit 9+6 Vs Defense 19)

Renzo is taken aback by the young woman's curt words. "How rude. I'd call you bipolar, but now I can see you're strictly arctic. And here I thought you'd had a good idea. Fear not madam, RENZO shall show the true art of BATTLE."

Renzo pays her no head heed though. He heals her with his glove, and uses his magic to summon a giant canvas, slamming it onto the huntsman to create a Masterpiece.

With a flourish, you heal Savannah for 1050 health! (roll 14+6)

Then, with stunning speed and a lot of magic, you draw the scene in front of you, the tall hedges, ever so subtly brimming with compulsive magic. The shattered, looming tower, casting a broad, jagged shadow across the landscape, capturing its oppressive nature. Across it all is the twilight cast by the light of the two suns, a surreal shading reminiscent of a blurred-out oil painting yet without sacrificing detail. Central to the image is the man with the jetpack, hefting his gun, an impassive expression on his face.

As you finish, presenting the painting, the man veers closer for a look, trying to inspect your work while keeping an eye on Savannah. Perhaps somebody could have exploited this moment of distraction to attack the man, but alas nobody is around to do so and the moment is passed.

Then he clicks his heels together, and suddenly he becomes a speeding blur, dashing from out the sky and through Savannah, bowling her over in a spectacularly painful burst of speed for 839 damage!

Bohw's shriek of pain was drowned out by the attack itself, her body went limp, collapsing to the ground and completely paralyzed. The air left her lungs, her broken body was unable to keep itself going as she lay there motionless like a mangled corpse. Bohw didn't even realize she was dying, total agony and wailing spirits around her was the only thing she knew.

Even as the battlefield is rocked with another explosion, Mayor gave all attention to his adversary. He kept his defenses seemingly lowered and his stance relaxed, but judging from the way the stone golem was circling Mayor, they knew fully well that Mayor was ready to defend himself at a moment's notice. He didn't have time for this, so he took the offensive and leaped forward suddenly, bringing one foot down with an earth splitting stomp to upset the opponent's balance. Now that he was much closer he threw a wide punch with his weight and momentum behind it, Mayor struck the enemy's tower shield straight in the center, aiming to shatter the stone, Sabotaging it's defense.

Mayor's fist strikes stone, shattering it in an explosive shower, dealing 165 (roll 10+5) damage to Rashagor. Before Mayor can recover his stance, the stone behemoth in front of him slams its axe into Mayor's side - or tries to, for Mayor barely catches the blow on his shield (Hit 2-1 Vs Defense 7). The stone axe shatters against the shield, fragments of stone flying everywhere, some of it burying itself in Mayor's side for 86 damage.

The stone man seems unintimidated by the loss of his armaments, merely taking a small step back before a new weapon starts to grow from his hands, taking the shape of a massive stone lance within mere moments.

As Bohw lay there, her body begun to involuntarily twitch, dark magic washing and enveloping the Impling as her form changed. The body suddenly jerked upright, as if being pulled by invisible strings as Bohw writhed around like a limp puppet. Bohw snapped to attention, glaring down the de-horned man with a lifeless look in her eye, bringing up a twitching and burnt hand up to her face to hide a wicked smile.

"What delicious irony." She said, in a voice that was not her own, "You wish to stop it, yet on poor judgement, you kill one of the only people who can achieve so." Whoever Bohw was now begun to to laugh quietly under her breath, clearly entertained by the thought as she channeled energy from another realm to empower her form.

You feel the madness consume you... But the growing rage lets you focus. (70% Insanity - 50 % = 20)

Dark power flows into you. It feels as though molten lava runs through your veins, an energy so sweet it hurts, empowering you... for now. (roll 20+9+5)

Meanwhile, the white-clad man stands silently, staggering unsteadily as he talks to himself, not appearing to have noticed that you arent wholly dead.

"I remember... I lit the nightskies and brought joy to the cold winter... What has happened to us? Why... Are we here?"

Steadying himself, he floats back into the air, surveying the battles being fought across the courtyard. "This is wrong." He says, making a gesture as if to grab the sky itself. As he does, a bright star winks into existance, visible in the twilight. It falls from the skies, leaving a luminous trail on the horizon as it falls upon Rashagor, dealing 1864 damage!

"And neither will we show mercy to a King that shames the memory of his lost people!"

Thunderpaw raised his blade of light towards the king, as if to throw it. Then pointed it into the battlefield below, towards the limping swordsman. At the same time, the sigil around the knight's neck began to glow with a feint aura light as strength was slowly restored to the near-fallen man akin to a fountain of life.

<Restoration Activation>

"There is nothing one cannot do with hope and the right resources. Every being, god or mortal, has a weakness. Yours is fear unbecoming of the crown you hold. I apologize for the souls of your people and whatever vengeance they may wish for what I must do. But a man that serves the dark god out of fear is no better than the men that serve him out of loyalty."

The knight raised his sword skywards, then towards the fallen king as it erupted into a piercing bolt of pure light heading straight for his weakened heart. "I fear no king without conviction! En'guarde!"

The king nods at you, accepting your words as what he expected to hear. He brings his hands together, moving them ever so slightly, ripping the tower below apart. As you launch your bolt, he makes a slight gesture in response, ripping a chunk of stone out of the intervening space between the two of you, using it to block your attack... Except, your bolt shatters the jagged block of stone and it continues on to strike the king in the chest, triggering a radiant explosion that singes his silvered black ceremonial robes, making him stumble and dealing 876 damage (roll 19+6). Gritting his teeth, the king continues his intricate spellweaving, ripping chunks of rock from the tower below, parts of different rooms still attached to some of them. It isnt long before the larger shard of the tower is surrounded by smaller stone chunks. One at a time, they start launching at you.

What do you do?

Watson brings his sword to bear across this man's strange, esoterically-inked chest, the red jewel buried in his pocket flashing, its . He cannot stand the mystical snake's slithering through the air, its flames licking all around him, slowly cooking him. Though he admits that it's better than being electrically fried to death by that jetpack-dressed gentleman from before.

And then, without even employing an ounce of his Wits (what do you expect from a drunk man?), Watson guesses the man's conflagrations, and even his accouterments to be of magical origin. Because really, a kilt? A KILT?!? He must have taken even his fashion sense from a fiery hell somewhere, Watson just isn't sure where! Watson, not being able to stand the presence of this man's poor taste in clothing (and lack thereof, with concern to the other man's torso) and his ridiculous, painfully flamboyant snake, raises his left hand, palm up, and looks to the sky.

A large shadow is cast on both of them. The other, more hot-blooded man seems to pay it no mind, and Watson looks serene, his eyes closed as he continues to keep his arm raised high.

Suddenly, a distinct rectangular shape can be made out in the sky. Is that a box? It looks grey. What has Watson gotten them into? Oh god a huge metal thing is going to slam onto both of them and flatten them like pancakes.

And with the advent of a large crashing sound, that is what many would think. Until they look up and see that Watson and Sa'ron are inside a cage. A purple field seems to surround it, the outside of the enclosure being a place where the magic is concentrated, trying to fill a space it's locked out from. Hopefully this will manage this marauder's flaring-intense assaults.

Before the lithe man has a chance to respond, you slash your blade across his chest for 219 damage (roll 4+6). He growls, starting to flow into an attack... But then your cage slams into position around the two of you, and the flaming serpent winks out, taking the fire with it, save that which already consumes the hedges outside the cage.

The man, meanwhile, stops dead in his tracks, utterly stunned. Without even seeming to realize it, he falls to his knees. He looks completely lost.

"I'zith?" he says in confusion. "I'zith...?"

Voice weak and emotionless he asks, "What have you done?"

He doesnt seem like he intends to defend himself.

Myra was blown about yet again, the impact knocking the wind out of her chest and shaking her bones in their very places. She soon joined in her body's groans of protest with her voice, getting quite tired of the wind working against her so much today. Myra lay there for a moment to let her breath return to her and wonder to herself if that explosion was even voluntary on the lycanthrope champion's part.

Such thoughts were blown away (much like she was a moment ago) the instant Myra looked up and saw the huge dragon that just toppled over the tower. Oh no, did I hit my head? Am I hallucinating? Oh gods, I've taken one too many falls now.

"...I-" Myra started, gawking at the scene with the dragon and the floating tower ruins, turning back to the lycanthrope. The new sight gave her the burst of energy needed to scramble onto her two human feet, her excited mind too frazzled to have considered taking up the offered helping hand. She was nearly tripping over herself to stand up in her haste, her position no where near steady before she began speaking again, "Do you see that too? Is that dragon with you? Er, your king? Why is it wrecking the tower? Where did it come from!? That's a dragon, and it's here, in the middle of a city!!"

In all of her shock and scattered thoughts, it occurred to the ravenfolk that maybe that dragon was a random "visitor", invading the place because of the attraction the huge explosion from earlier made. Not willing to take any chances, Myra did her best to pull together a healing spell for both herself and the lycanthrope. If that thing was here for everyone's heads, the champion by her side will definitely be needed to help fend it off. She also hoped in the back of her mind that the lycanthrope would take it as a gesture of friendliness.

The lycan seems disappointed when you scramble to your feet on your own, letting his hand fall in response, though only for a moment before he begins weaving healing spells of his own, a strange blend of wind- and restorative magic healing you twice for 258 and 304. Your own healing heals the two of you for 294 (roll 11+5).

Nehron rumbles an answer to your questions. "That is mighty Belarion. The winds speak of him on occasion, an ancient dragon that... does not belong? I cannot say. I have never spoken with a dragon before. Forget for a moment, and listen."

He does just that, falling quiet, ears raised attentively as if listening. You notice that he has gradually grown to be less tangible - indeed, one claw seems to slowly be turning to wind, becoming a whirling cyclone instead.

"Can you not hear it? Something is very wrong..."

He looks skywards, to where the king and Thunderpaw face off. "We arent his champions. We come from different places, far-off. I know not the others' tales, but i dont think they were here before, either." Frowning, he tilts his head. "The real ones must have died-"

Though he seemed relaxed enough before, he starts to grow tense again. "It comes. Please, you have to save us. I can feel the rage building again. Run! Run before the fury of the storm consumes you!"

He snarls, then lashes out with one claw, unleashing a strong gust to blow over you, 235 damage nullified by your windshield.


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The great red dragon leaps into the air, gaining flight. He circles the courtyard, wings beating a steady rhythm.



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Thunderpaw: 1950/1950, Trueflight
Fury Comet Cd 5
Vendetta ready!
Blade of Light Cd 6
Valiant ready!
Slowfall ready!
Restoration ready!

Bohw: 1240/1240, Hellbent (20%)(4) Dark Power (90)(3)
Leader: +0
Mayor: 2153/2275, Selfless (95 regen)(47 dr)(55 Power)(53% heal dr)(4)
Sabotage Cd 8
Selfless Cd 20
Hellbent Cd 22
Block ready!

Savannah: 1185/1500, Aromatherapy (3), Snowstorm (68)(1)
Aromatherapy Cd 12
Absolute Zero Cd 10
Parasitic Relationship ready!
Jungle Fever ready!
Manacharge ready!
Runeguard ready!
Wand of Healing: 18

Watson: 1953/2550, Drunk (-2)(2), Indignant Injunction
Wits ready!
Fine Wine Cd 10
Dragon of the Red Wine ready!
Indignant Injunction Cd 22
Battle-Seeker: 0/2
Water Vase: 3 charges

Myra: 1579/1800, Wind Shield (113)(1), Restoration (331)(3), Change Form Crit (1)
Readiness: +3
Galeforce: 5/7
Change Form Cd 3
Winds of Fate ready!
Punishment ready!
Genesis ready!
Wraithstrike ready!
Shield of Feathers ready!
Farsight ready!

Renzo: 2400/2400, Rising Tide (0/5), Muse
Drawingboard: [-][-]
Inspired ready!
Saturation ready!
Masterpiece Cd 10
Artistic License ready!
Lifetouch Cd 14
Insight ready!

Belarion: 10158/15000, Rejuvenate (2), Flight
Breath of Cinders ready!
Rejuvenate Cd 20


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Enzu: 1974/2100, Recall (2), Starfall (2)
Star Spheres: 1/3 (0/2)
Luminescence: [536] [3843] [1864] = 312
Starfall Cd 12
Wax Cd 7
Wane Cd 3
Daystar ready!

Rashagor: 2540/3090, Guardbroken (1), Sabotage (-4)(3)
Brittle: 0/2
Resurgence: +90
Earthern Might: +30
Adaptation: +15 (3)
Forceful Blow Cd 3
Stoneform Cd 6
Stonegrasp ready!
Shockwave ready!

Nehron Windspeaker: 1675/1800, Steady Wind (2)(1), Bad Omen (272)(1)
Windform: 7 (+70, +7, Immunity)
Expel Chaos Cd 7
Whirlwind ready!
Blow ready!
Heavens Howl Cd 2

Sa'ron: 650/1300,
Raging Flames: 0 = 0
Tribal Tattoos: 0/5
Whirling Fire: +1
Sweeping Flames Cd 4
Path of Fire ready!
Avatar of Fire ready!
Burning Heart ready!

Miquel: 1300/1300, Flare Flight (+10)(1)
Moment of Clarity: 3/4
Undisturbed: +40
Prototype Energy Blast: Cd 2
Phase Dash Cd 3
Flare Flight Cd 3
Rewind ready!

His Majesty King Amond Varangian of Tanalein: 2168/3000
Aura of Stability: On
Dominion ready!
Runeswap Cd 2

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Watson blinks slowly.

Fatigued, he leans on the hilt of his sword, which has been dug into the ground. He attempts to engage the distressed man in dialogue.

"What has become of you? Was that vile viper coiling itself around your mind so strongly? What has brought you and your comrades before us", Watson takes a deep breath, and exhales, "and caused you to succumb to the will of that mad wizard?"

Watson attempts to expend his own insight into such matters: on basically, what is going on, and why. Even in the drunken fog, his mind clears to reward him with bountiful knowledge. (Wits)

Important:

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Watson's health stats must be corrected:

-no longer wielding Champion blade, ergo no constitution bonus
-green crystal (and arguably Mahdi) no longer working, con. bonus no longer applies

Thunderpaw's char. info must be updated:

-to show that he no longer has avensara or samsouvra
-the theme song seems to be private for some reason?


Also, I have no idea how school is going to impact me, so I decided to give some sort of action. Chim decided to update the very day before school ;)

"Quit touchin' me, ya creep!" Savannah slaps Renzo away, but not before feeling the healing touch of his glove flow into her. She shoots him a disgusted look, and contemplates whacking him over the head with her spear. Then she stands, semi-mesmerized, as he proceeds to paint a picture.

She looks over the work, admiring it, before she realizes her mistake. The dude with the jetpack had gotten closer and, exploiting the fact, rocketed forward, slamming into her gut. It knocked the air out of her, tossing her back and dangerously close to one of the hedges.

"That's... it!" Savannah has had enough of all these dudes harassing her. She cracks her knuckles, activating Manacharge, and casts a spell on the hedges while Miquel is low. The plants spring to life, thorny vines shooting out in a net and snagging Miquel before he can get back up into the sky.

you are correct that you should no longer have the con bonus but the rest is under control more or less

y u no stick to one weapun

(I made this so unnecessarily big, it rivals some of chim's updates. I apologize.)

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For a moment, Bohw's body remains rigid as she floats there, her joints twisting around like she was a wooden puppet. Then suddenly, she lurches forward as Bohw comes back to life, breathing heavily and still recoiling from the attack from before. Taking a moment to examine her form, Bohw is a bit taken aback by the surge of demonic power filling her with new life... and the fact that her thoughts feel so much clearer than what they should be. There is certainly something inhabiting her body however, something trying it's hardest to take full control as she watches her arms twitch against her will.

Bohw looks up, remembering the de-horned man that almost killed her not a moment ago, not even paying attention to her! Offended, she takes flight and lets rage guide her actions, taking the holstered longbow off her back as she reaches for an arrow to pierce the bastard's head. But then from up in the air, she watches a curious sight, her enemy guiding an attack from the sky, bringing it down on someone she was mostly certain was someone on the champion's side. "W-what..." Bohw stutters, "That's not right..."

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Mayor remains relentless in his attacks, or he would of, if he wasn't almost blown off his feet by his opponent suddenly being blown up by an attack from the sky. He first thought it was something of the construct's power, but as the dust settles Mayor takes note of the serious damage they just took. Using this opportunity, Mayor followed it up and continued his assault, punching him with a flurry of reckless attacks as he focused trading blows with his opponent rather than blocking them.

The crystal golem made grinding noises with each successful blow, noises that sounded not unlike words, as if he was communicating with his enemy. What. Is. Your. Purpose.

Bohw watched Mayor and the stone golem attack eachother, before hissing and becoming disinterested in it. She had a lot of pent up anger to let out and someone was going to have to be on the receiving end of it all. But as she pulled the string back on her longbow and loaded an arrow, one person in her mind stood out among the others. "This is all his fault." She murmured, telling herself that the best way to deal with a beast was to cut off it's head, that was, to kill the king and hopefully bring all these so called champions to their knees after their leader was dead. Hopefully she would of remained in control of her body for long enough to follow that plan through.

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Mayor forgoes blocking attacks to hit Rashagor full force.
Bohw attempts to shoot the king.

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Depending on how many traits we get to level up, fusing weapons through the application of heat may be all too common ;)

you're not getting a doublebladed lightsaber.

e: fixed savannahs health. i forgot an effect.

When the very castle came apart to collapse upon itself to wage its war, a normal knight would have been buried alive. When the floor came undone and shifted, a normal warrior would have fallen to his death. When the parapet split into missiles to strike all around, a normal fighter would have been crushed.

Thunderpaw was a Guardian. And far was he from normal.

He would take the first chunk as a platform, jumping into the asteroid field surrounding the tower. It would be both his terrain and shield, with each chunk of tower preventing another from striking. Jump, jump, dodge, smash through one and over another. As long as the rabbit wasn't in the dead center of the field the king would have to work harder to lock on to a single, tiny, fast-moving target with these bulky stones.

But that didn't do anything about the king's own shield. Even with his agility, a direct attempt at striking would only leave the king an easy block and an easier counterattack. Dismantling the king's shield would require some sort of distraction... like his companion's quickly swelling demonic force below! Hoping to draw the king's attention away, Thunderpaw started talking again.

"It breaks my heart to fight you, my liege. It was your kingdom that I gave up home for. My people lived in your kingdom's southern forest when expansion approached. We were to be evicted for the forest's lumber; I tried to find this town once before to join your court in knighthood in hopes of convincing you otherwise. Not only did I fail to gain favor as a warrior, but my leave from the forest left it unguarded. The reason I'm the only one of my kind left in this land is because you were the god that slew them all."

"But did I vow to slay the lumberjacks that moved in, innocent to the crime in hopes of bringing them back? NO! I moved on, I found new people that needed guarding and saved them a similar fate! Because wicked forces only gain victory when good men let them! And you are too good a man to let history paint you in this manner!"

Three.... two... one..... and STRIKE! Thunderpaw's speech ended at the exact moment when Bohw's dark bolt launched, with a strike of his own coming right after! The king's turned attention to the dark attack would provide the opening for an attack unblocked! He would jump straight for the magician's throne and swing his hammer for an up-close assault!

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Thunderpaw sonic jumps onto/around the tower chunks and attacks the King when Bohw does.