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 Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 12:27 pm
 Daintree Outpost
Danger Level: 1
The Daintree Rainforest is the oldest rainforest on the face of the Earth, and it has stood up remarkably to the passage of time. Due to the A.I. enemies that humanity faces not having much of an interest in destroying the ecology of the planet, the rainforests have been left to grow in peace without human disturbance for the mostpart. The outpost is located on the outskirts of the massive rainforest, and it is a safe haven for baiters to enjoy the surreal landscape and to delve into the ageless woodlands and rivers of Northern Australia. The rainforests are home to many mysteries, as they have not been fully mapped or explored in many years. A.I. Cores manage to wander into the surrounding areas, though infrequently, and it is relatively safe, especially around the outpost. When going further into the rainforest, however, that changes greatly. Many baiters have wandered into the depths of these lands and never walked back out.
The Outpost is equipped with lodgings for the baiters as well as a restaurant and bar in the base of one of the buildings, and a small bathhouse over a natural spring that is placed a good distance from the rest of the structures, though it is not separated into gender specific areas.
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Brotherhood Of Explosives rolled 1 100-sided dice:
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Total: 14 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2016 4:24 pm
 Dal'Mori Cestrol Menne
Dal'Mori stepped down from the teleporter, which as far as he was concerned was simply a magic circle on the ground that moved him from place to place, his eyes immediately snapping to the world around him. The sight that greeted him was perhaps one of the most beautiful he had ever seen in his life, and even the normally stoic male had to take a moment to take it in.
His eyes softened for probably the second time since he was removed from his home, his stance slackened, and for one brief moment anyone could look at this warrior and consider him off guard. One could literally walk up to him right now, and he probably wouldn't notice until far too late. Luckily for him, he was not in a position where an enemy might see his back, and he could spend some time gazing at the majestic grace the laid itself out before him.
A sea of green as far as the eye could see stretched out into the horizon in every direction, the only thing disrupting the image was the obviously human built habitat that resided within the confines of this particular field. The air was heavy in way he had never experienced before, as well as an interestingly penetrating warmth. Within moments he built up a bit of a sweat, and he was only standing around.
This was new, as normally he wasn't that affected by the weather around him, but something to do with the air that surrounded this forest dug deep, and brought with it an uncomfortable heat. He sighed, hoping this particular distraction didn't cost him, it would certainly be embarrassing to admit that he died or got injured because of something as minuscule as some discomfort. The other thing he noticed was the air filled his lungs slightly faster than normal, which was interesting to say the least. He guessed it must have something to do with the odd, almost wet feeling he got from the air.
He was struck then, for just a moment, exactly how different the world actually was around him. Just today he had explored two places vastly different from his own home. One had been a vast expanse of nothing but shifting ground and heat, and the other was a forest like his home, only much more dense and much more wet.
He shifted his lips slightly, shifting them into a small frown.
This place was so dense, and so littered with things like branches and vines that his spear would be useless. This was something he could tell, even from the distance he was currently residing.
Regardless of these facts however, the last Menne survivor felt a small measure of peace facing something so familiar, if only a lot denser than he was used too. Better yet, there was a lot wildlife, at least of the avian variety, than he was used too. A few stray deer here and there if they were lucky, and sometimes a few predators that came in search of food that was much smaller in number than normal. The whole ecosystem had to be one huge mess with these monsters.
That particularly devastating thought brought Dal'Mori out of his peaceful musings, and slammed him right back home in his body, where he belonged. His eyes turned back to stone, and his face shifted back into a blank slate.
For a moment he forgot his mission. For a moment he allowed himself to look at the world through eyes that had yet to honestly see it for what it was. How had he forgotten so easily? Naught but two days before he had been filled to the brim with so much anger and fury, that he would have taken on an army of these beasties head on without a second thought! Now? Now he was taking time to enjoy scenery?
He turned his gaze towards the small settlement that was nestled into the area, his eyes scanning for the building that was described to him, before setting off.
Just a few minutes prior to him coming to this new place, he had looking into and received a mission. With his weapon problem taken care of, he was feeling restless and energetic, more so than normal. He knew immediately basic training wasn't going to handle this feeling. Now, normally, he would go find one of the three people in the village who could stand toe to toe with him, and in most cases win. However, that was no longer an option, so he looked into grabbing himself a mission, deciding to go on this one solo.
The last one left a lot to be desired, and not because of what happened with his teammate. Yes, that incident with Faelan's other half was something that left a part of his mental stability shaken, but the truth was he felt incomplete. There had been no honest challenge. The fight ended within a few short moments of it having begun, and the most difficult part of it had been going into the underground cave, not the fight itself. Even the damage he took healed up just as fast as he took it.
It was disappointing. Mostly because he had yet to truly learn the honest limits of his new body.
So, the solution was simple. Grab a mission, and do it alone, truly test the extents of this new body.
So, when he reached the familiar desk, he asked for a mission. Apparently there were loads of them, people all over this world were having problems with these beasties, on a constant basis. He found himself, at the time, in shock of just how little an impact he had truly been having before. Yes, he learned the hard way his village hadn't actually been killing any of them, but in addition to that, the number of small time problems the world was having dwarfed the number of enemies he had seen over most of the course of his life.
Worse yet? That was just the mission numbers, there was no telling how many beasies were included in each of those missions, let alone how many might be nearby enough to desire to take part in whatever issue that was brought to the Baiter's attention. It was truly a sad thing to witness.
At first he tried to get a mission close to his home village, if for nothing more than to see it again, and be somewhere familiar, but when he heard he wasn't high enough ranking he nearly put his fist through the desk.
It was very sturdy.
After that little incident though, he calmed down enough to learn that he needed to simply reach the actual rank of Baiter and he could go visit all he wanted. When inquired as to how he could obtain that rank, the response was simple and easy.
Keep doing missions.
So with that, he picked a random mission. The bar owner in some place called Daintree, he had a hard time pronouncing it, was having some issues with some cores. Apparently they were harassing an area that he found the best ingredients for his craft or some such nonsense. Honestly, Dal'Mori couldn't care less about the reason, he just wanted to get out there and test his new limits. So, with an absent shrug, he took that mission and headed off, ready to throw himself into combat with a reckless abandon.
You can never truly test your limits until you force yourself to reach them after all.
Thus, this is why we now find said warrior entering into a large house like building, that several other people had both entered and exited in the time he had been standing around. The inside was sparsely decorated, or furnished, clearly ready to be forced to rebuild should the need arise. The place smelled god awful to Dal'Mori, a man used to some of the freshest of air. It was also dirty, there was hardly a surface that didn't have some smudge or stain on it.
Respectfully, he said nothing and continued on to find the bar owner, asking the man standing behind what looked like a massive desk, except it was attached to the wall. As luck would have it, the man behind the desk was in fact who he was looking for, and with a short exchange of information he was set and ready to go.
It turned out that a small field to the north of this encampment was the resting ground for several different styles of berries, a place called 'The Field of Flavor', because for reasons completely unknown, nearly two dozen different flavors of berries grew there. It was also apparently completely natural, as far as they were aware. He was tasked with reaching this place, removing the cores, and doing as little damage to the place as possible.
It seemed easy enough, so without much complaint, the ready warrior set off on his journey, relaxed up until his foot touched the soil on the other side of the encampments defenses, which were really just a handful of Baiters walking along the perimeter of the place.
It took a surprisingly long period of time for Dal'Mori to grow use to the ground beneath his feet. The soil was soft in ways he had never experienced, add on the logs, branches, vines and roots, and this was some dangerous terrain. By the time he found his footing, his hands were tingling from how many times they had healed from being scratched up, his jacket had managed to get dirty, and his hair was now the proud owner of two twigs and a vine.
Suffice it to say, this fighter was not in a good mood to say the least.
As such, it would come as no surprise to anyone that he started to feel better once various sweet scents started wafting along with the breeze.
He was close.
Eyes open and at full alert mode, Dal'Mori reached to his belt and pulled his trench knives off, quickly placing them where they belonged on his hands. He took one moment, stood perfectly still, closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. Various smells assaulted him, the smell of the berries, the smell of the earth, the smell of the trees and leaves, all at once.
As he slowly exhaled his body rose to its full height, and a recognizable tension sprung up in his legs and arms. Once the breath was complete, his eyes snapped open, and it was like looking at the world with a new sort of clarity.
He was ready.
Quote: Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 155 Health: 1820/1820 Control Limit: 1240 Skill: 110 [--] Strength: 100 [114] Defence: 100 [--] Quote: Tactical Advantages Power House - Level 5 - Every time you deal damage to a foe, they lose 10 Defense for the duration of the fight. Ooc: Line Count: 193
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BlankCaption rolled 1 100-sided dice:
78
Total: 78 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 11:51 am
 Rolling Initiative
However, as soon as the Queen Cobra entered the clearing, her body lowered even more, completely flattening to the ground. She could smell the man before he came into the fields, and even from a far off distance, the Kilo core knew exactly what he was, what he looked like, his musculature, everything. The scent alone told the Queen what she needed on the man. A fledgeling baiter. He seen battle, to be sure, but he had never encountered anything like her. He had fought, many times, she could read it in the way that he carried himself and the way that his body was constructed. The snake continued moving forward, knowing that its activities had been tracked by multiple other A.I. Cores, and they were following behind it. Perhaps out of curiosity, or perhaps they had just smelt the human as well. The Queen was used to weaker A.I. flocking to it for protection or so they could witness carnage. They would get what they came for today.
They Queen Cobra reared up into the air and glared down upon the human man from across the fields, her sinewy body moving from side to side in a mesmerising manner as she made her way through the plants without harming them. The Goliath and the Spartan were not far behind her, moving out of their cover and sliding into the fields as well--though they were much less careful about the plants, and when the Goliath tread upon one of them thoughtlessly, the Queen stopped and spun around, her eyes shooting daggers at the b*****d and she issued an angry hiss that could have stopped the bastards heart. The Goliath knew that a Kilo core could tear it to pieces in a second. Then, it turned its head back toward the man, having made it half-way through the field. Her body, as it was, standing almost human-like, though its legs replaced with the other half of its snake-like body. "You dare interfere with my harvesssssst human? You know nothing of what you have done here today. The missssstakessss you have made are grievoussss."Quote: Queen CobraB.A.I.T.R Standing: 232 Health: 1680/1680 Skill: 140 Strength: 184 Defense: 140 Tactical Advantage: Venom 2: Your Code Core had imbued your body with the ability to infect your foes with poisonous code. The instant that it enters the opponent's body, it will begin to break down their cell structure and eliminate the strength of any code cores or code devices in contact with the body. Upon landing a hit, you deal 5% of the enemy's maximum health per every subsequent failed defense by that opponent, regardless of who the defense is against. That player also loses 5 from all stats from each failed defense during this time. These effects are removed after your next turn. Reset the counter if you land another hit against the same foe before the end of the next turn is up.
OOC: Forgot to Roll the die. This one has it though! xD
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 1:03 pm
 Turn 1
Crrrnk.
The day had started like any other. The sun rose in the sky, the birds started chirping. The air started warming.
Crrrnk.
Or so one would think.
Crrrnk.
With the heavy thuds of footfalls that could only fall from something huge, the sound of something heavy and metal dragging along the ground resonated outwards. Seeking this sound would result in finding this grotesque looking beast. It stood at an easy seven feet, ten inches, and every ounce of its near five hundred and fifty pounds shifted and moved like gelatin as it took every step forward. In one hand it actively dragged along a chain that appeared to be attached to his wrist, in the other it had a massive cleaver, and attached to that wrist as well as another chain, also being dragged along behind it.
The monstrous monster spent the large portion or the start of its day basically meandering from place to place, until it had stumbled upon two cores heading towards a field. It immediately recognized the serpentine one as it's significant better, and the small robotic looking one was around the same level as itself, but was still way better.
It turned its beady, surprisingly tiny black eyes on the field before it. Vast amounts of colors that simply blurred together in its terrible vision were laid out before it, its eyesight was rather poor, so as far as the Goliath was concerned it was standing in a psychedelic heaven that happened to smell magnificent.
On the wind though, it could easily smell the human that was also in the area, and much like the bigger core, wanted to destroy it. Hell, even if it didn't get to see the guy die, it could watch the big snake kill it. It let loose a rather disturbing yawn, which was followed by the crunch of one of the plants beneath its enormous foot. At first it was indifferent, a feeling one could easily get from this massive beast, it didn't care.
That changed when the serpentine core whipped around so fast it barely had a chance to see the motion, her terrifying gaze glaring deep into its own. He vowed to destroy as little of it as was possible right then and there, but that would be difficult for the huge creature. It just hoped the core didn't kill it out of spite, after all the terrifying serpent-like monster could probably handle this all by herself.
As soon as said woman finished her threat, the Goliath decided it would attempt to make itself useful to her to make up for the destruction of her plants. With a bellowing roar it charged forward, the sheer mass that it carried caused the earth to shudder under every one of his foot falls, as it's chains whipped through the air while it pumped it arms. The creature was going full tilt, nothing held back, it's huge, tree trunk of an arm reared back and launched the chain in his unarmed hand forward like a flail, aiming to crush the warrior beneath the force and weight of its improvised weapon.
Quote: GoliathB.A.I.T.R Standing: 91 Health: 1400/1400 Skill: 45 Strength: 45 Defense: 92 Tactical Advantage: Juggernaut: Physical toughening of the body has granted you the ability to take more punishment in battle. Damage is reduced by 5% when you are hit in battle (50 damage minimum reduction). The 80% maximum damage reduction rules still apply.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2016 6:29 am
Turn 1 The Queen Cobra looked across the field, analysing the man as much as she possibly could--not sure exactly how he would fight, or how well. She just needed to see him in action. Perhaps it would be best if she waited for the man to make the first move, so she had the opportunity to see his movements and get a good feel for him before she went headlong into combat. These strategic ways of thinking were how you survived, after all. But, it was at that point that the Goliath thought that it would make itself useful, and the Queen watched in horror as the thing just lunged forward--blasting towards the human and swinging its chain down at it. At the very least, even if it couldn't watch the man strike out before she attacked him, she could watch the man defend against the Goliath's attack, and use that information to piece together a useful form of counter attack. Her hand swept down and plucked a berry for the plants all around them and she popped it into her mouth. These lands yielded something she quite enjoyed, and she had long since decided that these lands were hers. These humans had no right to be there. They had no right to try to encroach on her territory, and they would find out why the Cobras were one of the most feared snakes. Her tongue flickered out and tasted the air around her, and she rolled her eyes back as the juices of the berry soaked her tongue.
With every thunderous step that the Goliath took, the Queen Cobra was slithering directly behind it. She could have easily made it to their target miles ahead of this lumbering beast, but she wanted to see what he would do against it. She knew that the Goliaths weren't all that smart, but she could use it to her advantage. She knew that it would attack before her--rushing in ahead of everyone else, likely, and that the other one was slower than her. So, after the turn was over she could really formulate the strategy that she needed, but for now it was just testing the water on all fronts. The snake-like body moved like a blur as it shot forward, the elongated body looking like a bolt of scaled lightning as it approached Dal-Mori. The snake woman opened her mouth and spat down on her claws--blasting a coating of venom over them before she reached the man. And then, as she was passing by at such high velocity she swung her arm down toward his ribs, aiming to tear through a chunk of his side as she passed by. Immediately after she passed the man, she would whirl around, stopping on a dime and turning her snake form around. Her head lunged forward at the man, striking just as fast as any normal snake as she snapped forward and aimed for a savage bite on the man's neck to send another blast of poison into his body.Quote: Queen CobraB.A.I.T.R Standing: 232 Health: 1680/1680 Skill: 140 Strength: 184 Defense: 140 Tactical Advantage: Venom 2: Your Code Core had imbued your body with the ability to infect your foes with poisonous code. The instant that it enters the opponent's body, it will begin to break down their cell structure and eliminate the strength of any code cores or code devices in contact with the body. Upon landing a hit, you deal 5% of the enemy's maximum health per every subsequent failed defense by that opponent, regardless of who the defense is against. That player also loses 5 from all stats from each failed defense during this time. These effects are removed after your next turn. Reset the counter if you land another hit against the same foe before the end of the next turn is up.
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2016 2:33 pm
 Turn 1
Much like the Queen Cobra, the Spartan's motions were silent and effortless, clearly designed for specifically the purpose of combat. Birthed from the mix of metal and the idea of the old time warriors, this particular core preferred to go by the name Scythas. Now, Scythas had a surprising amount of personality for a core, if its name alone was anything to go by. You see, this particular Spartan spent time making sure its weapons were sharp, its shield was as up to par as possible, and its body itself was polished to a nice shine. In essence it took pride in its appearance, and capability, like one might assume Spartans of old would when in the same situation.
Honestly, it looked rather nice, like a moving bronze statue.
On this particular day it was going on its rounds, something the Scythas claimed was a walkabout along the perimeter of what it claimed to be its home. Just as it was about to finish up with this particular routine check, it happened upon an interesting sight. A massive snake woman slithering her way silently through its claimed area. Now, the core inside of it recognized immediately that this snake was dangerous. She could rip it apart without a single issue, and as such he knew he should be wary. However, the warriors pride, its warriors pride, would not allow it to walk away without at least hearing his complaint.
Hey, tonight it could be dining in hell.
As it put some serious effort into keeping up with her, for she moved quite quickly and gracefully for such a large creature, it realized that this would perhaps be one of the most difficult things it had ever done with its life.
That is, until she finally decided to slow down, and it picked up on the other presence immediately. Now, ordinarily, one might assume that without any real warning Scythas would have never seen the warrior within the field. However, for some strange reason, it could just tell that there was another being there that was a warrior as well. No doubt it was some form of sixth, or even seventh sense that master fighters pick up, but either way, it knew instantly it wanted nothing more than to fight this being. It realized that this would be far from a fair fight, but if they were a true warrior, they would understand exactly why it joined into the fray.
One had to protect their comrades in race right?
It didn't actually care for the snake woman, who had trespassed without a care, nor for the lumbering moron of a Goliath that was also there attacking its fellow warrior. They were merely there, obstacles in its path to its opponent.
And boy what a strong opponent it was! It could practically feel the confidence that oozed from this man, washing across the area like a fine morning mist. This was going to be an incredible fight! Apparently neither of the other two cores noticed, or cared, as the lumbering behemoth of an idiot charged headlong at the man, while the snake queen shot at him like lightning.
Scythas, deciding it didn't want to be left out, charged forward as well, however its goal was not a head on charge. As it rushed forward, its right hand shifted forms suddenly, all of the fingers basically fusing together as the wrist elongated, creating a sword. The other arm wasn't much different, except the fingers splayed out, and they shifted into the form of a shield, bits of its arm shifting as well to fill in the blank spaces.
Armed and ready, Scythas did something entirely unexpected. Instead of charging the warrior, it charged the bulky, bulging, beastly body of repugnant mass that was the Goliath. If it weren't clear, Scythas doesn't like such disgusting sizes of body. Thus, he thought nothing of using the massive creature as a spring board, running up the things back, before leaping off of said monster’s shoulders.
From there, air born and ready to go, it twisted its body around and simply allowed gravity to do the rest of the work for it. The Spartan flew towards the ground at a decent pace, getting its first real look at this new enemy, and truthfully? The Spartan was worried, he looked battle born and raised, meaning they would have their hands full, even if they had numbers on their side.
Within a moment or two of launching itself into the air, the Spartan came down like a meteor, its arm at the ready to swing and attempt to take off the only other warrior in the field's head. By this point, the other two had finished their attack, and managed to move the enemy into just the right position, that with the right swing the Spartan could perhaps even cleave the man in two with this attack.
Quote: SpartanB.A.I.T.R Standing: 69 Health: 760/760 Skill: 46 Strength: 46 Defense: 46 Tactical Advantage: One Man Army: While fighting without summoning an A.I. Core, you gain an additional +5 to all stats. However, if you do summon an A.I. core, you will receive a -10 to all stats instead.
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Brotherhood Of Explosives rolled 4 100-sided dice:
61, 87, 63, 27
Total: 238 (4-400)
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2016 2:52 pm
Dal'Mori Cestrol Menne
Turn 1
Goliath:100 - (45 - 100 =) 1 = 99% Defense Chance
Queen Cobra: 100 - (184 - 100 =) 84 = 16% Defense Chance
184 * 5 = 920
100 * 3 = 300
Damage: 620 X 2
Venom Damage: 91, -5 to all stats
Spartan: 100 - (46 - 100 = ) 1 = 99% Defense Chance
Perhaps ready might have been too strong of a word, maybe he had overestimated how well he might do in this situation... And maybe the sun was bright and the grass was green.
He could feel it immediately, how outclassed he was. How dwarfed in power he was. It wasn't the lumbering monster, nor the speedy little devil that he only caught a quick glimpse of. Oh no, those two were but bugs to be squished underfoot when compared to the beastie before him. This massive snake creature was intimidating, and held about her the same kind of power that the monster that destroyed his home did. Even Dal'Mori, normally an unshaken pillar of strength, was reduced to an overly cautious, perhaps even paranoid mess.
There was little he could do now though, he was here, and with the knowledge that he couldn't die for real, he was not about to run away. This thought process is why he didn't fold like a house of cards that just had its lowest card removed. However, it was obvious he was unnerved. This was what he was doing it all for, to be able to kill the creature that destroyed everything that he loved and cared for. He needed to see if he was strong enough, what better chance could there be?
Apparently, they were done giving him time to think and mentally prepare himself, as the blubber filled beastie burst forward with the intent to attack him. In response, Dal'Mori pulled his weapons up to a ready position, his body shifting into the most appropriate stance for what he was about to do. Once the lumbering behemoth was within reach of its weapon, the warrior shot forward like a bullet, his arm snapping upwards blocking the attack from gaining enough momentum, while also pushing it away so the remnants of the attack didn't land.
What he wasn't expecting, and he would forever curse himself for it, was what came from him deciding to block the most imminent threat.
It happened in a flash. One moment the area to his left was empty, and the very next, almost too fast to have even noticed it happening, the snake woman was there. The next thing that registered was a scorching pain in his side as he was sent stumbling to the side, his stance completely thrown off. This resulted in another attack landing, her head snapping forward so fast he could do nothing but watch. A sort of absent interest entered him as he watched her head move in slow motion towards his neck, his body simply in capable of responding fast enough, his mind finally settling into its perfect state, burning the imagine into his mind.
The pain was unlike anything he had ever felt before.
There was the obvious physical portion of it. The tear in his side, the fang slashes on his neck. If those didn't hurt, he'd be even more worried than he already was. No, the real pain came after she bit him. After she hit him a second time. He guessed this was what made her unique, for as soon as she landed that second blow his body immediately felt weaker, and less ready for the fight at hand. That wasn't the worst of it though.
The worst of it was the burning.
His blood felt like it was on fire. His side and neck got the worse of it as they pulsed with the pain that was planted in them, but it was not reserved for just those areas. His whole body got it, and it hurt. He was feeling heavy too, which led him to rationalize he was close to death already, given what he experienced in his fight with Faelan. This upset him greatly. He was not strong enough. He wasn't even close to strong enough. This fight had opened his eyes, it didn't matter. He was so strong now he could probably take on his entire village bare handed, and walk away the victor, and yet was still not strong enough!
He felt something move. Something in his mind shifted, as though it was fighting against being suppressed. While he was unsure of what it was, he knew it to be useless to ponder it now, and thus ruthlessly suppressed it along with the re-budding feelings of inadequacy. He would deal with that later, probably in the same fashion he handled the issue that made him explode all over the wall just yesterday.
For a moment, Dal'Mori actually considered the idea that he might have anger issues, before pushing that down as well. It would do no good to continue to dwell on it.
Finally, as the snake woman's head reared back from her strike, reality started to speed back up and he caught a glint of light reflecting off some metal surface, and this was the only thing that saved his head as he took a step back, causing the attack to miss.
This was not going to end well. He had three opponents now, and who knew how many more of them might be around, and he was already facing death. This was what his father would call a 'no win situation'. In such situations, your best bet is to make the best of it while you can.
So he back pedaled a bit, taking a few strides in reverse to put a little distance between them. What could he do to salvage anything from this situation? His eyes darted from opponent to opponent knowing he didn't have long to decide before they started to attack again. Finally,he decided that the one made out of metal was his best bet, having just dealt with something along those lines but a few hours before.
He shot forward, likely as much a blur to the metal construct as the snake woman was to himself, his first attack coming in the form of a hay-maker heading towards the rotten things head. Hit or miss, Dal'Mori pulled his arm back and simultaneously launched an uppercut, the rather demonic looking weapons on his hand catching the light just as the beastie's had.
From there it was just a flurry of blows. One at each limb in an attempt to cripple it, one powerful attack sent right at its chest, two more sent at its head, and it was all finished with him bringing both of his arms down in a hammer like blow, aiming to drop that one right on the creature's head. This was his last ditch effort, and he knew it. The next time that snake woman decided to move, he would be done. He knew it, but he was ready.
Or perhaps, ready was still too strong a word?
Quote: Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 155 Health: 489/1820 Control Limit: 1240 Skill: 110 [--] [105] Strength: 100 [114] [109] Defence: 100 [--] [95] Quote: Tactical Advantages Power House - Level 5 - Every time you deal damage to a foe, they lose 10 Defense for the duration of the fight. Ooc: Why Raven?! Why you do this to me!? T-T Have I offended you in some way?! There are better ways to make me apologize! >.< XD Line Count: 515
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2016 5:40 pm
Turn 2
Sometimes it disliked its horrible eyesight.
The man that they were attacking saw its attack coming, like he could see the future, at least this is what the Goliath assumed to be the case. Why you might ask? Simple. The man was suddenly much bigger in the Goliath's vision, meaning he had gotten much closer in a short period of time. Since it could not react fast enough, something it blamed on its dreadful eyesight.
At first, the massive beast of a creature figured it would just topple the man, its girth working in its favor against the obviously smaller, and thus inferior male. In the Goliath's world, the fattest wins, and boy did this one have plenty of weight to it. So, it continued its attack like nothing had changed, except something had changed. The man stopped his attack with one hand. One hand! Like it was nothing! He swatted it aside like the attack was nothing more than a bug that was buzzing in his ear!
It bellowed in rage! Only for its roar to be cut short when it felt something running up the folds on its back, causing confusion to be birthed in its beady little marble sized black eyes. Once it was able to catch up and realize it had been used like part of the environment, it was pissed! Before it could react to either its arm being swatted aside or something running up its back, the snake woman used it as a distraction, whipping around its massive form to attack the man, and knock him away.
The monster stood there for a few moments, its forehead scrunched together in confusion as it barely registered the assault being launched at the Spartan. This man had made it look like a fool, the snake had used it as a distraction, and that Spartan used it as a springboard. Was it nothing more than an object?
A headache sprung up as it tried to think hard about this, and so it decided that it didn't care. The pain in its head brought with it a rage. A lot of rage. The mountain of a creature loosed a massive bellow, its rolls of fat vibrating with the sound, before it charged forward like a blind rhino, hoping to crush the puny little human Baiter beneath its huge form, its chains and cleaver forgotten as they dragged alongside the rapidly moving boulder of a beast.
Quote: GoliathB.A.I.T.R Standing: 91 Health: 1400/1400 Skill: 45 Strength: 45 Defense: 92 Tactical Advantage: Juggernaut: Physical toughening of the body has granted you the ability to take more punishment in battle. Damage is reduced by 5% when you are hit in battle (50 damage minimum reduction). The 80% maximum damage reduction rules still apply.
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2016 8:29 am
Turn 2 The Queen blasted through her field like a phantom--moving so damn fast that this man had no hope of tracking her. She knew everything she needed to know about him in just one sniff. The man had no damn chance. He knew it, too. This was something that intrigued her the most. He was resolute in his death--knowing he was about to die, but choosing to fight regardless. It could respect that. The Goliath attempted to strike out at the man, but he turned the blow aside expertly. Against these Bit Cores, the man dominated easily. There was no way for him to lose to fools like these. However, he was not as strong as a Kilo Core. No, he was stuck in the middle--he needed to get stronger. After the attack was turned aside, she felt her claws tear through the man's side, dripping its poison into his body--though the second wound--that was the wound that would ignite the poison. It was when real hell would break loose. And, when she wheeled around, snapping forward, she could see Dal'Mori's eyes following her every step of the way--though his body was not trained enough to move as fast as his eyes. The Queen Cobra's mouth closed tightly on his neck, the fangs stabbing deep and injecting the second blast of poison. It was then that the man would feel the searing pain of the venom working its way through his system.
It was at this point that the Spartan jumped off of the Goliath's back, aiming a strike down at the man, and attempting to cut him in two. The Queen would have been pleased if they put him out of his misery right there, but she found herself even more pleased by the fact that the man was still standing. He moved backwards and the attack managed to be avoided, and then he took a warriors pose. He was still alive. Not only alive--but he was capable of swinging his weapon still--and that was a hell of a feat. "Interessssting. Mosssst of your sssstature would be dead from thossssse bitessss." The Queen cooed as the man launched a full offensive toward the Spartan. She didn't care. She watched it for entertainment--the way that the man flailed helplessly. He wanted to kill one of them--he wanted so badly to kill the spartan before he was killed himself. So--he had a chance. If he killed the spartan with that single flurry of attacks, then he would manage to absorb the A.I.. However, if he failed--he would go home empty handed. Then, as she was about to blast forward and attack the man, the Goliath roared out and charged through the field blindly, destroying many plants as it blasted through and the Queen reminded itself that it would need to punish the Goliath severely for this.
As the Goliath blasted into the man, trying to run over him like some sort of wild beast, the Queen Cobra prepared herself, recoiling and lowering her body so that as soon as the time arose, when Dal'Mori made an attempt to avoid the massive pile of blubber that was trying to squash him, the Queen qould move. It would launch its snake-like form, speeding through the field with such precision to end up directly where Dal'Mori would end up after his evasion of the Goliath's attack. When Dal'Mori landed from the evasion--or if he blocked it head on, he would find himself staring at the snake right beside him. And then, as fast as it could, it would lash out, attempting to grab the man by the neck. If this succeeded, it would haul the man off of his feet and hold him very close, his body too paralysed by the poison in his system by that point, and she would give him one last glimpse of the A.I. who had taken his life before she snapped the man's neck. If the Spartan had fallen, the code would make its way to the man just before he died. If the grasp at the man's neck had failed, the second strike would merely be a savage lash at the man's chest, in attempt to slam her arm through his chest cavity, and destroy his vital organs. This would tell those filthy humans to stop meddling. This was HER harvesting ground.Quote: Queen CobraB.A.I.T.R Standing: 232 Health: 1680/1680 Skill: 140 Strength: 184 Defense: 140 Tactical Advantage: Venom 2: Your Code Core had imbued your body with the ability to infect your foes with poisonous code. The instant that it enters the opponent's body, it will begin to break down their cell structure and eliminate the strength of any code cores or code devices in contact with the body. Upon landing a hit, you deal 5% of the enemy's maximum health per every subsequent failed defense by that opponent, regardless of who the defense is against. That player also loses 5 from all stats from each failed defense during this time. These effects are removed after your next turn. Reset the counter if you land another hit against the same foe before the end of the next turn is up.
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Brotherhood Of Explosives rolled 4 100-sided dice:
93, 57, 65, 76
Total: 291 (4-400)
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2016 2:38 pm
Turn 2100 - (109 - 46 =) 63 = 37% Defense Chance
109 * 5 = 545
46 * 3 = 138
Damage: 407 x 4 = 1628
It was, theoretically speaking, supposed to be easy. The guy was outnumbered and out classed on a scale he couldn't hope to handle. He should have been a warm up at best, and then Scythas would go home, polish its stone furnishings, and relax. Simple. Spartan. Easy.
Except, not so much.
It was like a plan had been laid out before it. The battle had followed the path that Scythas had seen, right down to the last detail. The man blocked the beastly behemoth's attack, was ripped apart by the snake, all that was left was for him to land the final blow with a well-placed shot, assisted by gravity.
The man should have been paralyzed by pain, he should have been easy pickings! It should have been one swift slice through his neck, sending his head toppling. Should have, would have, could have. If one were to measure the number of things that could have happened, they could fill an ocean. Despite this, the Spartan did not see what happened next coming.
Impossibly, the man dodged!
Not only did he dodge, he dodged like the attack meant nothing! Beaten and poisoned, the man dodged like the Spartan didn't mean a thing. This caused the pride inside to well up like a fountain, causing fury to flash across its usually stoic features. It was a proud warrior! Built from the idea of some of the proudest warriors! Yet here it was being treated like it was nothing but a nuisance at best.
It didn't have time to cool its head though. Honestly, it didn't have time to do much. The fellow warrior darted backwards for what felt like an eternity in combat, but realistically was nothing more than a few moments. He seemed to be calculating everything going on around him in a split moment, but it couldn't be sure because before the Spartan truly had time to take in the situation, the demonic male was upon him.
As the Spartan was being absorbed into the body of its new host it had but one thought: This warrior’s fists look huge when they are flying right for your face.
Quote: SpartanB.A.I.T.R Standing: 69 Health: 0/760 Skill: 46 Strength: 46 Defense: 46 Tactical Advantage: One Man Army: While fighting without summoning an A.I. Core, you gain an additional +5 to all stats. However, if you do summon an A.I. core, you will receive a -10 to all stats instead.
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2016 5:22 pm
Dal'Mori Cestrol Menne
Turn 2
Goliath:100 - (45 - 95 =) 1 = 99% Defense Chance
Queen Cobra: 100 - (184 - 95 =) 89 = 11% Defense Chance
184 * 5 = 920
95 * 3 = 285
Damage = 635
There was a scent on the air. Maybe it was just in his nose? It smelled vaguely of something burning. The smell itself was rather tame, but the feeling that bloomed in his chest because of it was anything but.
Things were going as close to as planned as he could imagine. He flashed right inside the Spartan's guard like it wasn't even there. That wasn't to say the stance was flawed, it wasn't. Dal'Mori recognized it immediately, it was a perfect phalanx stance. Unfortunately, the biggest weakness of such a stance is that you need more than just the one shield. So, slipping in had been as easy as breathing, and his superior form simply dominated the core.
It was dead before it even realized what was happening to it, turning into code immediately. Having experienced this already, the doomed warrior knew what to do, and thus wasted no time in pulling the core into his body. However, apparently he did something different this time. With a brief moment of resistance from something he pushed deep down, he could only guess that it was his previous core, something vital shifted.
He felt it immediately.
He spared only a moment of thought to the beastie that had powered him to this point, only momentarily sorry to see it go. There wasn't much attachment really, the beastie had been at best a battery, but it had been the reason for him reaching the level of strength he was at now. That aside, he wouldn't miss it. It was nothing more than a tool, and now he had a better one. One he felt powering his body to new heights right off the bat.
What he didn't notice was his spear's magnetic sheath changing from having a rough fleshy texture, which was grey in color, to a shining, bronze plate, inscribed with odd Greek letters that shimmered when the light caught them right, clearly reflecting how well Scythas had taken care of itself.
As the code was being absorbed into himself, the bulbous beastie decided it was tired of standing around and looking ugly. It bellowed a deep belly roar before charging forward recklessly, its body swinging back and forth with every step, its intent very clear. It wanted to crush Dal'Mori. Well, realizing this, the target of the charging flesh heap decided to show this beastie its place. With a firm thrust of his hand, and a responding slap, Dal'Mori halted the rushing bull like core in its steps.
He immediately regretted it.
As soon as the return ripple of flesh from the blow was in sight, so was the face of the current bane of his existence. Her sharp, devious, cruel amber eyes met his, and he could almost taste her satisfaction at catching him off guard. Her tail wrapped around his neck, and it was so tight. A light scent seemed to fill the air, like something was burning. A feeling bloomed in the pit of his stomach, something that both surprised him and unnerved him. He felt no fear, no despair, nothing one might associate with death.
No, instead, as he stared into the way too clearly pleased eyes of this disgusting monster, he felt rage billow up like a smoke cloud. Choking him as bad as the tightening of the tail around his neck. She pulled him close and stared him in the eyes, making sure she was the only thing he saw when he died. He had no doubt about it, he was going to die, and he refuse to show anything, so his eyes stayed locked on hers, resolute and hard as stone.
At this point the pain was so great he was all but numb to it as it overloaded his senses, but he kept his eyes locked onto hers, the resolute and calm warrior all the way to the end. The last thing he recognized was a sudden shifting of what he was looking at, and then...
Nothing.
Quote: Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 155 Health: 0/1820 Control Limit: 1240 Skill: 110 [--] [105] Strength: 100 [114] [109] Defence: 100 [--] [95] Quote: Tactical Advantages Power House - Level 5 - Every time you deal damage to a foe, they lose 10 Defense for the duration of the fight. Ooc: Line Count: 760
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