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Baneful rolled 2 12-sided dice:
10, 1
Total: 11 (2-24)
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 Posted: Mon Jul 08, 2013 10:45 am
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prolixity rolled 2 12-sided dice:
8, 12
Total: 20 (2-24)
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Posted: Wed Jul 10, 2013 6:03 am
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Jordan was used to staying out of Tracey's way; he automatically checked his step just long enough to keep out of the long arc of the giant axe's sweep, then moved in to swing Ferros at the black figure with its weird, light-eating darkness. He could feel the tension where the memories of blue and black intersected and clashed, and it made him deeply and irrationally angry.
One set of memories suggested that he should remain back, stay out of the way of deadly shadowed edges and take the time to aim each shot where it would count most; the other, deeply ingrained into kinetic memory and reflex by intensive daily training, told him to get in close and put muscle and momentum behind it, make it count through sheer force, because they weren't a precision team. Though the first set of memories had been powerfully evoked by the stare of the artifact, the weight of the hammer in his hands overrode those impulses.
He swung and connected, baring his teeth in a grim smile. The solid impact felt good, and he hoped he'd broken something. The sense of heat that Ferros had begun to radiate in his mind increased.
HP: 49/60
Target: Aymet
Dmg: 14
Charge: 2/3
Distance: 11
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OnionGrump rolled 10 12-sided dice:
4, 12, 11, 9, 1, 5, 11, 5, 7, 1
Total: 66 (10-120)
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Posted: Sat Jul 13, 2013 10:18 am
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Rep's snarl was returned with an amused one of his own. However, it was all he could do to hide the unexplained fear he was feeling.
Things were just getting crazy now and the more this carried out, the more Tybalt just wanted to get the hell on out of here. Unfortunately. None of those present looked even the slightest bit interested in running. In fact, they all look hell bent on maiming and killing each other. It was like they were possessed or something. Replaced entirely with a different persona. Not to say they never wanted to kill each other. No, they always had these sort of exchanges. But this... This was on an entirely different level. One which the black dog was made to feel a complete outsider to. Either way, he was caught up in this s**t just as much as they were and the only way out was through these damned hunters.
The black dog moved to attack again. However, just as Rep had swapped targets to join Jordan in attacking Aymet, Tybalt made a little swap of his own.
With a sudden crack of deafening thunder and a bright flash of blue light, lightning rained down on them. However, rather than strike wildly around, each and every bolt was directed at one individual and one individual only. The 'Blue King.'
Among the lightning strikes, Tybalt remained, hackles up and teeth bared in a savage grin at the hunters.
"Don't look down on abominations."
Using Divine Judgement ( Y3 - Gamblers Chance )
Tybalt's HP: 23/50
DMG: 33
Target: Harrison
Fear: Discharge ( Y1 - Swift Strikes ), Charge ( Y2 - The Chill ), Divine Judgement ( Y3 - Gamblers Chance )
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Toshihiko Two rolled 1 10-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Jul 13, 2013 11:45 pm
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Molten Tigrex rolled 9 4-sided dice:
2, 1, 1, 2, 1, 2, 4, 2, 3
Total: 18 (9-36)
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Posted: Fri Jul 19, 2013 6:21 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 27, 2013 8:41 pm
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Sam hadn't actually done anything because she was too busy trying to figure what on earth was going on. There were two types of people in this kind of situation really. The type that charged along headfirst and just hoped everything would work out on its own and the type that waited for the first time to try and figure actually what was going on. There was also a third variant that pretty much subverted any situation by making them the spotlight of attention but she wasn't that type of Death Hunter.
To one side (lightly), Rep, Jordan, Harrison. Then there were a variation of the Halloween deviants who seemed just to be lost in their own delusions. They spoke of some key words. Kings. Crowns. Voices. It was familiar in the sense of I really don't want to ******** with that familiar. It also had something to do with that artifact, and frankly she was pretty sick and tired of artifacts, but the higher ups were looking for something in particular so everything was fair game.
She could probably just take the artifact and leave, they seemed pretty self absorbed with their own little ploys, but she also didn't want to take the risk. It wasn't actually the threat of the creatures she was worried about but the effect of the artifact on the setting itself. If taking it meant everything started collapsing, well, she very much liked staying alive, thank you very much.
There was also something going on with those creepy fox statues. Everyone else seemed to just ignore them for whatever was going on, but they would pop out of nowhere, disappear at random intervals, and reappear closer to any threats, as if triggered by motion or Fear. There had to be a solution somewhere, a reason for their appearance, some sort of warning, or sequence to their actions-
- ******** that, she was grabbing the artifact and then heading out of here.
Considering that the others were heavily engaged in battle she actually had no problems taking the item, and the second that mask left its seated position, predictably -
- Everything went to hell.
They illusion shattered entirely, everyone returned back to normal, or still in transition, their King identity fading away, as if a switch had been turned on, a mirror flipped back in position, a moment of confusion settling in before the walls began to peel into each other, simple gold tires turning a deep black, before the shrine-like cement floor bled into a deep black, before everything went silent. Dead.
The statues began dissolving first, peeling into odd pieces of paper with long red letters scrawled into each other, scattering left and right followed by the walls followed finally by the floor that split into pieces, floating black-woodened pieces with loud cracks, separating enemy from friend from foe.
Sam took that moment of stunned, confused silence to toss the artifact right at Harrison. "Protect it! I'm going to set up a portal and get us out. I need a minute!"
And that was that.
OOC NAVIGATING THE BOARDS- Everything is a deep black except for odd, drifting, floating boards that seem to move around with no rhyme or reason, levitating at different angles. If there is too much mass (over two people) in one board, it simply drops, dropping the occupants onto another board lower below (hopefully). - PVP is still ON, but be careful! If you join someone else on the same board instead of initiating a long ranged attack, you will drop with them, taking -5 damage! - Basically LONG RANGED ATTACKS ONLY. Also if two people end up on the same board at once, their board collapses, they land on a one lower (ones lower), and they take - 5 damage each!
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Posted: Sat Jul 27, 2013 10:13 pm
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Harrison turned to parry, B0nez lighting up in an angry blue line.
Then the ground gave out. B0nez was pink again. His suit peeled away into a white and gold jacket. Harrison took a startled breath, like someone coming up for air. The regal fury melted into confusion. He looked at the deep, dark cracks in the ground, unsteady as he was torn away from his adversaries...and from Rep and Jordan.
"...Where...?" he asked, sorting through the lingering memory of casino machines being used, and the now vast and eerie silence. He needed to get back. Get cover. His shield was ******** low. He balanced, unsteady, on the edge of the strange and floating floor, and looked to Rep...
Sam called out.
And out of sheer shortstop instinct, he caught whatever the hell was being thrown at him, using his arms. He shuffled the mask awkwardly, cradling it in the crook of his elbow before hooking his second blade in his sash to free up some carrying space.
"Protect...?" he asked, sounding strangely lost at that particular choice of word.
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Posted: Sun Jul 28, 2013 6:56 am
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"You got it," Jordan answered, eyes narrowing coldly as he turned away from the Black King. The attack the creature returned staggered him, but his king had given him a direct order. He headed for the black dog, swinging his weapon back to prepare for a strike
and everything
fell apart.
Jordan shook his head hard as the fragment-memories receded with a dizzy rush and he remembered himself abruptly. He'd been behaving as though he'd been the fragment. That was worrisome - how had that state of mind been called out so easily? It must have been the artifact. How, and why?
No time to worry about it now. There were still hostiles in the room. Not only that, but the room was starting to fall apart, gold and red and grey bleeding into black, the floor cracking into burnt fragments; some of them fell down and away into a deep darkness, others remained floating in the black space they now stood in. Jordan angled Ferros back and caught his balance as the piece of floor beneath him wobbled.
Protect the artifact. They could do that. Keep the creatures off Harrison and off Sam until Sam got a portal open. Jordan flicked a glance around, taking in the positions of everyone in the room; the one who'd been the Black King was still far too close to Harrison, and with the change in priorities, they needed to fix that first.
Jordan reoriented himself, crouched, braced Ferros against the surface of the board he stood on, and used the weapon to vault off towards the next board, headed where Harrison and Aymet were.
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Posted: Sun Jul 28, 2013 11:47 am
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With his king so close, Queen Remi was the only thing bubbling close to the surface of his conscious. The large fox was content leaning up against Thackery, watching events unfold. Even as the one human made her way towards the center of the playing field he just watched; Only a passing curious gleam in his eyes towards her actions. Why would he care if she was taking something...?
But that feeling was soon ripped away.
As the mask soared through the air, while the room shifted and crumbled, Remi too felt as if something was ripped away from him. Behind his eyes something was removed, sealed away once more. Truly it left him dazed, blinking, the room out of focus for a breath of a second. What just happened? As if a hidden cue sounded for the slow motion to halt, the world crashed down on his shoulders once more. Even the arm that was still wrapped around him was not enough to halt it any longer. The ground shaking, their platform strangely drooping. Without a second thought he shook the arm off, and moved to another platform. Call it instinct, but he really did not want to fall. There were platforms lower too, but no guarantee they would land on one.
He had no time to worry about what had happened in this room, because if he was seeing things right... the hunter with the short blonde hair had the item he had been sent here for. The mask that he was supposed to bring home to pass the test.
How dare they touch it.
Remi quickly glanced at Thackery wondering what to say and....honestly? For once being at a loss for words. What should he, or could he say? He chose in the end a single nod towards the other boil, hoping he could understand, before he turned away and made his way towards the hunter. An anger burned within him the closer he approached, starting small. As if stoking the fire, it burned brighter as he neared. That was a kitsune item. A item of his clan, of his ancestors... how dare they even TRY and take it! Touch it or even breath on it... artifact or no, that item was his and his alone. That thought in mind, baring his fangs and claws, Remi ignored Jordans presence entirely and attacked Harrison. There was nothing pretty about it, and he felt no shame in the act. He was angry, and Harrison was a good excuse to take that anger out on. Most of the attack was focused on the arms that were holding the item, not really noticing when the artifact actually went flying. It was only the simple clatter of the mask on the tiled floors that made him turn around, ears pricked up, looking at the cause of the noise.
His world had turned narrow the moment he attacked the blonde hunter. The attack only took a few moments, but it was enough for him to ignore anything else happening. As quickly as the attack had come, his attention was turned elsewhere. Remi did not even check to see if the hunter he attacked was down for the count. He leapt away from Harrison and approached the Artifact in question. Oddly he felt the need to turn back in to his student form to touch it. Maybe he just did not feel like picking it up between his teeth, afraid of scratching it. Or maybe he just felt like touching it with his hands.
That was a very, very big mistake either way. Once his hands connected with the item, there was a jolt. His first thought was that the Hunters did something to it, making it a trap for anyone not them who touched it. A surge of power, something akin to electricity, was shocked through his system. It crawled its way up his hands and through his arms, leaving behind a very distinct smell of burning. The kistune was stunned as pain shot through him.
Prolixity DISAPPOINT :< (PS prox HAVE AT IT BRO biggrin )
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 12:13 am
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The artifact reacted, but its home was already broken. Simply put, it overreacted, unrestrained and uncontained, the flare burning right through Remi's skin, and then expanding outwards, blasting the person next closest to him, Harrison, with a surge of raw Fear. The Moon Hunter's Fear shield cracked effortlessly under the assault. Both were immediately paralyzed just as the platform cracked and fell underneath them. They were falling.
Sam was almost sorry. To be fair, she was the only person who could set up a portal here, since these days, pretty much the only people who attended portal training setup lectures were the people giving lectures themselves (and even then that was once in a blue moon). The Death Hunter had her priorities, and escape was always first and foremost. Artifact loss be damned, she was getting out first.
The initial setup was two long pole-shaped objects, positioned at the platform at opposite ends. Next came the coaxing, the ignition point between the two as if kindling a fire. Electric blue sparks flared off both, curving into an arc. One minute then, two, perhaps. It felt longer, and then she could visibly see it, the training fields on the other side, like an odd washed out illusion. It never got strange, as if the techs who designed it hadn't ripped off every single World of Warcraft mmo idea possible in their attempts to make a crude portal compatible.
But now was not the time to worry about "portals". She had secured her safety, and now, she had options.
The Death Hunter summoned her weapon, just in time to see the result of the artifact struggle. Positioning the weapon on one shoulder, she pulled with her other free hand what looked like an odd Runic variation of a grappling hook, string glowing a bright blue. A second longer to aim carefully, as the hooks flew forward-
- But missed Harrison's free falling form just as another platform cushioned the Moon Hunter's landing. Remi's paralyzed body collided very close by, the platform once again cracking under the weight of both bodies-
-"s**t." Sam fumbled as she literally tossed her Runic weapon right into the portal and grabbed the next item on her utility belt, a Runic net. It had a greater range, and if she got the hostile with Harrison, it was still a win-win situation. She aimed carefully, as carefully as she could in that time -
- And pressed the trigger.
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 3:17 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 01, 2013 9:54 pm
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Tybalt's grin might have widened a little.
If he had a silver pumpkin seed every time he head that--well he wouldn't have to dig around his room for loose change, that was for sure. However, the thought was quickly pushed aside. Given the circumstances, there was little to laugh about and since he really didn't want to become chow for those devil cats he needed to focus. Though just as the hunter swung his weapon back in preparation to strike at him the illusion shattered. Or the part of one that Tybalt saw anyways. Which from what the black dog could see, was that everyone just got their old attire back. That and the unnerving sensation was finally gone. The only problem now was, everything else was crumbling along with it.
The black dog skidded to a halt, fur bristling in alarm as he backed away from the parts of the floor that was quickly being consumed by darkness. A futile effort since the entire room was engulfed within minutes anyways. It was also at that point that Tybalt also noticed the mask; caught firmly in the grip of that blonde hunter, who just moments ago ordered him dead. But more importantly, he noted the enraged kitsune lunging after him.
Oh s**t oh s**t oh s**t!
Before the black dog could get a single world out, both hunter and kitsune were hit by a surge of raw Fear, immobilizing them. But if that wasn't bad enough the platform the two had been standing on cracked under their combined weight and fell out from under them.
"Oh shi--REMI!"
His immediate thought was to jump after the kitsune, but given that there were three other hunters present and that he couldn't fly, the best he could probably do was distract one of them, or maybe even knock a second hunter down. So without wasting another moment, the black dog leaped for the closest hunter, Rep, in an attempt to force the hunter off balance and hopefully down, through a floorboard.
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Posted: Thu Aug 01, 2013 10:07 pm
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The unyielding look of devoted adoration that Remi was getting from Thackery faltered and changed, his smile fading into a frown of confusion as he uncurled the fingers that were buried in blue fur. He caught a glance and a nod from the kitsune, but could only stare uncomfortably in return, hoping that he hadn't done something unforgivable.
Then Remi was moving again - quickly - and he could only stand there, wringing his hands, nervously inspecting his surroundings to get his bearings. Everything was dark, or gone, as everything slipped and crumbled into the void, each of them balancing on the few fragments of existence that remained. He shifted his wait and tried to move, but found himself crippled with indecision. What could he even do to help? He wasn't any good at strategy, and he didn't really want to have to hurt anyone, but things were happening and it seemed like he should move and...
His ears twitched towards towards the sound of some sort of commotion at the same instant that his stomach lurched with concern; clenching his teeth and swallowing his worry, he looked from Aymet, to Tybalt, to Remi, eyes settling on the kitsune as he tried to think.
He'd just ask...no, he could just go and...no, he could...
With a whimper, he hopped towards an empty board closest to Remi, intent on keeping him out of the darkness.
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