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Melancholies rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 2
Total: 4 (2-12)
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 Posted: Sun May 13, 2012 12:38 am
13/20
x2 damage power hour
...But before that, why not fire another shot at it's mouth, eh?
okay okay gotta reload again, having only two shots can be hard sometimes... at least the shots seem strong enough to be doing something though!
How was everyone else fairing up? Eh, she'd give them a glance around later
8 dmg dealt
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Galaxa13 rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 4
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2012 12:42 am
13/20
It was really nice watching that tooth break off.
Minist did 9 damage.
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Dartanian Isthill rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 6
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2012 1:11 am
HP: 11/20 -1 Attack
Oh, cod, we're not done here yet?! DIE DAMNIT DIE!!!1!ONEEXCLAMATIONPOINT
Of course, Talymn's not helping though.
Talymn dealt 0 damage!
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Melancholies rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 5
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2012 1:13 am
13/20
x2 damage power hour
There, reloaded again. She wondered how much shot she had left, anyway...
The smoking gun felt nice in her hands though. Flawless, the weight on her haggard arms was starting to become noticeable again.
But then all she has to do is see that damn leech mouth and she feels that familiar rage pricking. It was all she was clinging onto now, she needed something after all.
Her leg was starting to ache, too but she didn't dare look down. If she saw blood, she might panic. It was fine, she was fine, and she was going strong still!
All the way through, even as she unloaded a final two shots into the creatures head, reading the butt of her gun to swing...
20 dmg dealt
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Galaxa13 rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 2
Total: 3 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2012 1:13 am
13/20
She needed a break.
Minist did 0 damage.
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Galaxa13 rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2012 1:45 am
13/20
A short break was enough to get back to bashing some teeth.
Minist did 4 damage.
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Melancholies rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 2
Total: 4 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2012 1:45 am
13/20
x2 damage power hour
...and she swung with every last ounce of strength, the sound of her gun connecting with it's head almost as startling to herself as the sound of a gunshot .
She gave another retreat, one more reload! She could keep going! Look at me now Sir, are you proud? I'm fighting the leech monster, fighting it, winning, maybe----
8 dmg dealt
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2012 1:55 am
The creature's bioluminescence steadily grew brighter as he rampaged, until he was downright shining, slightly painful to look at. The entire cavern was lit up, nearly as bright as day. Sparks were no longer an occasional thing, he was surging with electricity, a rather loud crackling filling the room. He rushed to the center of the cavern, skidding to a stop. With one last screech, he spread his wings, and released an enormous room-filling burst of electricity. As he loosed the payload of energy, his skin slowly stopped glowing, returning to the pure white that all potential lusii shared. He slowly folded his wings, the screech dying down, and collapsed. All players take 5 damage. After a bit of investigating, they realize the beasty isn't dead, just collapsed after burning so much energy at once, though he's obviously extremely vulnerable and can be killed if they so choose.
The herb is seemingly unharmed by the electricity, and is free to be taken.
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2012 12:45 pm
Minist knew there was no escape from the electrical onslaught, that didn't make the pain any worse however. Her whole body was caught up in muscles spasms as electricity arched across her horns. Somewhere between the pain and the shock (no pun intended) she had collapsed on the floor. Bleary-eyed she looked around, her eyes falling on her hand. Her wrench was lying a few feet away, having been dropped during the spasms. Her hand was covered in electrical burns, the cost of wielding a metal weapon. It wasn't a very pretty sight so she forced herself to look away. Slowly she brought herself up to a kneeling position, praying for her heart to return to it's normal rhythm. As it was she could feel the palpitations beating hard against her chest cavity. After a few moments of careful breathing she could feel it settle down back to a normal rate. With that out of the way Minist finally allowed herself to look around. Many troll were on the ground like her, others were already on their feet, and then there was the beast.
Grabbing her wrench with her un-burned hand the yellowblood finally made it to her feet. She was finally aware of all the injuries she had sustained throughout the fight. A crushed shoulder, multiple lacerations to the legs and arms, significant bruising on the chest, electrical burns, and to top it all off she had a headache. This was all that thing's fault. Walking over to its body she gave it a kick and was surprised to hear it let out a soft sigh. It was still alive! Here she was hoping it had gone all suicidal on them. Growling in irritation she looked around again. "Anybody feel like killing this thing, finally?" she called out. As cool as it would be to have the honor of dealing the finishing blow Minist knew her wrench wasn't going to do as good a job as some of the other weapons here. Beside, she had already overworked her arm and was paying the price with her shoulder constantly screaming in pain. She'd rather let someone else handle it and make sure the thing was dead for good.
Finally her eyes slid over to the mound of eggs. Some of the eggs had been crushed in the battle. Good riddance. If she saw another leech creature it would be too soon. There was, however, something more important within the mound. That supposed cure-all. That stupid plant had better be worth all of this. Think of the Mother Grub. she had to remind herself. This was all for the Mother Grub. This had better work.
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2012 1:05 pm
"Izzit... ******* o'er...?"
Talymn was lying on his stomach amidst a pool of dead maggots and rubble, his keytar lying only a few inches away from his outstretched hands. That final shockwave left him numb and barely conscious, there was no way that he was going to be getting up any time soon. That was until he heard Minist's voice.
"Kill et?... YA MEAN ISS'NOT ****** DEAD YET?!" he groaned, raising his head just enough to where he could see, fear and exhaustion screwing his expression into an agitated snarl. "Oh, c'mooooon! Tha's juss' not ******* fair, man! Not at'oll!" With that last wail, his head dropped back to the floor with a dull thud. Fortunately he was far too tired and still numb to even feel that discomfort, content with mumbling more obscenities and pathetic whines under his breath. Half of him didn't even care anymore that the thing was still breathing. As long as someone or something came along to bring this excruciating chapter to a close, then the sooner the better.
"Man, yanno wot juss' occured t'me? Where the ***** did that one militant b**** get off t'anyway?! 'Act like a team' or some ****! An' she went an' disappears at the first sign o' danger?! Gyaghherararrrrrrr!"
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2012 3:04 pm
As she contemplated whether she really felt like collecting that plant right now Minist listened to Talymn whining. Seriously, that guys must just love the sound of his voice. She wasn't feeling too great about the situation either, but she wasn't crying like a wiggler about it. Then he brought up a point that had been at the back of her mind during the fight. Where exactly was Sir? Giving another sweep of the cavern she tried to spy the only adult to have her horns intact. Still no sign of her. Probably hiding off somewhere like she had been before this battle. Watching and listening. Minist kept her trap shut, no need to gain any unwanted attention from the general. Maybe if she was older and maybe if she wasn't in so much pain should would have voiced her thoughts about Sir, but now she felt it was for the best to stay silent.
She made her way over to the mound of eggs and started climbing up to where the plant grew. Slowly sliding her pack off, careful of her shoulder, she set it on the ground as she kneeled down to grab a fistful of their reward for nearly dying. Opening her pack she was about to put the plant inside when she saw an unpleasant blue mess. Oh, so that's what happened to the fluffbeast. She had forgotten the thing had hitched a ride on her pack. Apparently it had wormed its way inside and then got smooshed to death when the leechdrake had landed on her at the start of the battle. So much for cooking it up as a snack. Stuffing the plant in the blue covered pack she stood back up. She highly doubted a little blood would make the medicine any less effective and she didn't care for cleaning out fluffbeast guts right now.
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2012 6:38 pm
...
When did everything get so quiet? So cold?
There was a strange sensation in her limbs. Tingling-- if she focused hard enough, she could feel pain too-- but she would rather retreat into the safety of the darkness, into the web and shroud and cover of the abyss, the loom that brought her a strange sense of... solace and amnesty. It ebbed the pain away, and the darkness, for the moment, became her own sacred guardian. Darkness by association was evil, however, and a tiny thought lingered on the brink of her consciousness, tearing her (Or trying to) back to the confines of reality, trying to wake her up, even though it didn't entirely phase her that she was encased in a bizarre sort of limbo. How did she even get here in the first place?
A hand twitches, fingers clench, ball up, and she makes a fist. The pain is a tidal wave, wracking every joint, muscle, bone, nerve in her body. It occurs to her that she's laying on the cave floor, gun gone-- probably not too much further from where she happens to be-- but in such a state of hazy reality, it was much easier to accept that the weapon was actually phased from existence. There was something about incomprehension that made the incomprehensible more comprehensible.
Next, she feels a vile taste in her mouth. Blood. Lungs aching to cough because she feels the thick metallic taste seeping down her throat, she tries to put it off for as long as possible until the build up becomes too much-- it's a nasty sound, the cough sending her frame into small trembles-- but she doesn't seem to hack up too terribly much... just the blue; the source, a lacerated gum, and also... the absence of a tooth, which gets coughed out also. She'd never lost a tooth before, well, from a fight.
Her eyes open, sight blurred, mind reeling. She remembers the arcs of electricity vaguely, other memories returning more quickly after the realization. Somewhere along the lines, the payload had probably knocked her over. She probably jarred her head a little too bad on the rocks on her tumble down, which would explain why she was... collapsed on the floor. Not to mention the prior exhaustion probably made it hard to keep standing; she had given her all, anyway, at the last moment.
Right. Toes curled a little bit, at least she knew both of her legs worked, which came as a huge relief. Muffled sounds slowly became clearer; she tried to force herself upright, limbs shaking from the effort but... no dice. Maybe she'd lay here a moment longer. Recollect her bearings.
She was so immensely tired. The combinations of adrenaline rushes, modes of panic and flights of rage... there was almost no energy left in the petite bluebloods body. She wondered about Sir, then. He was probably okay-- the war hero he wanted to be, and was fully capable of being... she believed it, anyway-- at least conscious at the worse. Pyruet, too... she had to be alright! She believed in the greenblood too, she was a hero to her, of sorts. Hopefully the medical help she gave before helped enough to make it through this atrocious final onslaught from the beast.
The beast.
She didn't hear it anymore, at least there was no more screaming, no more screeching or hissing or crackle of electricity... well... aside from static. Her hair was still standing on end, charged with the air. She wondered what became of it, anyway. Sir and Pyre were most likely okay, but was anyone else gravely injured? She wouldn't be surprised...
Mumbling, her arms trembled again, but determination pushed her upward. It took immense effort-- she wondered absentmindedly how she must of looked-- finally getting a decent view of her surroundings. The beast lay defeated a bit away, her gun... not so far off. She sputtered a little bit, coughing again, taking deep inhalations of breath before she reached for it, painfully grasping it with her bloodied fingers. So much for the bandages; the ones on her right hand were starting to unravel anyway.
But she manages herself upright, completely dizzy from the fight, the blood loss, her... moment of indignation. She shudders, sort of in a state of disbelief at that entire... juncture. The entire thought that she lost herself to rage was frightening to her.
She could of died. She had probably cheated death on more then one occasion tonight. She could of been dead and... she wouldn't admit it allowed, especially not to Sir (Whom would probably be revolted at the thought) that the entire concept scared the hell out of her. She had stood up against the beast and it should of been a thing of triumph... but now all she could see was the round ring of teeth, hissing, screeching, bellowing as it ran towards her. The courage was fleeting, it seemed, and she lay in the lull of the after wake of the tsunami of power.
She was still a child, after all.
Not a cry baby by any standards, but for the first time in a long while she... wanted to just curl up in a corner and shake. Tremble. Scream. She had a feeling that the abomination would torment her daymares for sweeps to come. It wasn't a pleasant thought by any means, but it was all she could think about while she sluggishly made her way towards the white monster.
She couldn't show too much weakness now, though! Not when she had come so far. Come so far... she couldn't... couldn't be weak... the trembles... so noticeable, they gave away to her secret, that she was actually incredibly traumatized by the event.
Some trolls, when confronted with an awful situation, harden up and move past it, push past it, because they're stronger, while the weak are left to wither, broken beings by the situations harsh realities.
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2012 9:02 pm
The leeches' final surge of electricity had sent Frossa's small frame flying backwards, slamming her back hard up against a jutted boulder. She let out a small cry and recoiled from the pain, disoriented from having the wind knocked out of her and the creature's final attack. The highblood slumped over, clutching her stomach as she groveled in pain- good gog that smarted. She hissed a few profanities under her breath- Frossa was small to begin with, and she had been right next to the winged leech when he let out his final attack. Her body ached and Frossa was pretty sure she had never been in worse shape her entire life; this wasn't nearly as fun as Hazzan had promised.
Speaking of Hazzan, where was she? Frossa stood up on wobbling knees, leaning on the boulder smeared with her own indigo hued blood. She didn't see the tealblood anywhere; and Alifax? There were trolls laying around disoriented everywhere, everything in general was a confused mess. Retrieving her flail, Frossa limped over to the couple other kids that had managed to peel themselves off the floor. They were conversing, but Frossa was simply too tired to speak up. She caught the jist of what she cared about as another highblood bellowed out in a rather ungentlemanly fashion; it wasn't dead yet.
It wasn't dead.
The information echoed in Frossa's head. It was there, on the ground, not moving. But it was still alive. Why had no one gone and finished the job yet....?! The yellowblood had already scurried away, leaving her alone with her fellow castemate- who she simply shot an unimpressed look up at.
Swinging her flail-mace up over her shoulder, the petite girl made her way over to the barely heaving body of the leech wyvern. Frossa paused a moment, cocking her head as she studied the creature; it seemed so pathetic and harmless now. As she gave it a couple good kicks to the side to assure it was down for the count, a smile began to return to the highblood's face- revenge was sweet. Lightly dropping the ball of her mace to the ground, Frossa took a moment to get a firm hold on her weapon with both hands. The grin on her face only widened as she straddled the beast's neck, excitement bubbling up in her chest. Pangs of anger rose with them, igniting her desire for revenge- and blood.
With a sickening THUCK Frossa swung her mace over her head as hard as her little body could muster, down to strike the leech straight into it's gasping mouth. Blood sprayed over her face as she struck, causing her wide grin to flicker. Regardless Frossa found herself tugging her flail out of the pile of squirting goop and bone that was once the leeches' maw to strike again. A second hit turned to a third, then a forth, as the highblood beat the leeches' head into a coloured smear against the cavern floor. She giggled to herself maniacally, eyes wide with blood lust as she exacted her revenge; nobody got away with beating her around like that. Nobody. Frossa's blows slowed down, a look of satisfaction spreading on her expressive face as she decided that her work was done. Overkill as it may be, nobody could argue that she indeed did just that.
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2012 9:53 pm
With his temper spent, Talymn was just on the verge of dozing off when he noticed another body stirring nearby. Oh... she's the fussy one from b'fer.. at the wa'er 'ole 'nt she?.. Not at all interested in getting up still nor really having the energy to do so, he slowly brought both his arms in under his chin, watching the fellow indigo with idle curiosity.
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And a Saviour did stand
Judgement passed
The end is at hand
(You've been) Struck down
No quarter
No mercy
No barter
(You've been) Brought down!
No regret
No pardon
Won't forget
Judgement has passed
I get the last laugh
Tallying up the death tolls
That's just how the dice rolls
"Ya think ya got enough o' that paint splattered e'ery where? I mean.. this rock 'ere still looks clean t'me."
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 12:39 am
Pyre lay supine, staring at the ceiling(?). It was probably the ceiling, if she was lying on her back, and she was looking straight up, which she thought she was, but she couldn't really tell. That last burst of electricity had been way too bright, now all she could see was white. She was blinded. Panic seized her, fists clenching, toes curling in her boots, pain forgotten completely. The wounds didn't matter right now, they'd heal, but she couldn't see.
She couldn't ******** see.
She jerked upright, shoving the heels of her palms over her eyes, rubbing them entirely more forcefully than was necessary. She kept pressure on her eyelids until spots began to swim, the white void slowly becoming smaller. She pulled her hands away, and could make out indistinct shapes amidst the spots. Okay. Not blind. Not yet, hopefully not ever. She continued to stare at a single rock, listening to the going-ons around her, until the spots and mist and all that fun junk vanished, her vision returning mostly to normal, even if her eyes were incredibly sore.
She twisted around as talk about the leech rose up. It was just lying there, pretty not-dead according to the loud purpleblood. Why were people calling for its head? It was down, they could get the herb, it didn't need to be executed.
She jumped to her feet (and then instantly regretted that when the dizziness set in but oh well) as Sarce started walking towards it like she was going to take the responsibility. She scooped up her dropped firearm as she made her way towards the girl, hastily shoving it in its holster before holding her arm out towards the blueblood. "Don't. It's finished, just--" SKLORTCH.
Pyre's stomach clenched at the noise, her jaw setting as she slowly turned around, watching Frossa beam as the girl maimed the creature.
Slow, measured steps. A hand gripping the tiny girl's shoulder from behind, more firm than it needed to be. "That wasn't necessary. It was down, helpless." A voice just as measured as the owner's pace had been, obviously biting back anger. "Killing for the sake of isn't something I appreciate."
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