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MECHANICS
Your opponents will be determined by a 3d6 roll. The first number will indicate the number of enemies in the mob, the second number will tell you the number of youma in the group, and the third number will tell you if there's a Captain in the group or not. There are only three Captains in the game, so once the three Captains have appeared, the third die will be dropped.

First die: Self-explanatory. 1 = One enemy. 6 = six enemies.
Second die: Also pretty self-explanatory. 1 = one youma in the group, 6 = six youma in the group. If there are more youma rolled than there are enemies in the group, then the entire group is youma. There is no overflow.
Third die: If a 2 or a 5 is rolled on the third die, a Captain has appeared.

From there, the DM will roll damage and indicate the senshi/knight each enemy is attacking. To consolidate posts, all of these will be rolled by d12s and in ascending rank order: so youma, then lieutenants, then captains, then generals.

The Negaverse stat table looks like this:
Youma - 50HP | Rolls a 12-sided damage die
Lieutenant - 100HP | Rolls 2d12 [2-24 dmg]
Captain - 150HP | Rolls 3d12 [3-36 dmg]
General - 200HP | Rolls 5d12 [5-60 dmg]

Every player may roll one die (representing their character casting their magic or physically attacking) with each post. The number you roll is the damage you do, so a 10 does 10 damage to any enemy you attack, etc, etc. They must indicate in their post which enemy they are attacking. Once an enemy is KO'd, which will generally be indicated by a DM post, attacks directed towards that enemy will be redirected towards the enemy of the highest level.

You may choose to forfeit rolling physical damage and instead roll for magic damage. Your magic is boosted by the uncorrupted and unbound power of Avalon, allowing you to treat each wave of enemies as a different battle with a reset casting counter. This means that if you get one spell a battle, you will be able to cast once in the first wave, again in the second, and again in the third. Magic attacks are assumed to always hit. If your character casts an AoE attack, then you may select up to three enemies to cast at. If your character casts a non-offensive attack, you won't roll, but you can simply write the effects into your post. Healing spells add a default +50 to the target in question. If you have a specific question on how to handle your attack, please drop me a line!

You will be responsible for maintaining your own health count at the top of your post. Player characters, however, are simply knocked out. They may be resuscitated by a healing spell. Disposable characters die when their health reaches zero, or when their player character wants to kill them (it needn't be when their HP runs out).

Basic/Page - 100HP | Rolls an 8-sided damage die, 12-sided for magic
Super/Squire - 150HP | Rolls a 12-sided damage die, 20-sided for magic
Eternal/Knight - 200HP | Rolls a 20-sided damage die, RNG 1-50 for magic
Royal - 250HP | RNG 1-50 for damage, RNG 1-75 for magic

WAVES
Waves last until all the enemies are down, and there will be three waves. I will post updating each thread at least once a day, but probably more like three or four. After a DM post your character may roll again.

Ganymede stopped questioning the limitations of magic after Elysion. If she could find herself trapped in a dream world as she slept, it should stand to reason that she could be whisked away to random locales at equally random points throughout the day.

The first thing she noticed was the Chaos signatures, but as they were not yet in view and therefore a safe enough distance away, she took the opportunity to quickly scan her surroundings, try to figure out where she was.

The second thing she noticed was that she was quite far away from Destiny City. She had no need to turn around to know that she'd arrived by an ocean. She could hear the swell of waves behind her, smell the brine on the air beneath the smell of rot. A brisk wind blew, carrying her hat off along the shore. She made no move to go after it, prior experience having taught her it wasn't worth the effort with danger lurking close by.

The third thing she noticed was that she wasn't alone. This was no less surprising than the rest of it; Elysion had been much the same, after all. For just a moment she wondered if they were back there again, but she didn't recognize this place as part of it, and she hadn't been sleeping when she'd been carried off by whatever power deemed that she should be there.

Ganymede looked around for familiar faces. Her body teemed with adrenaline, and blood rushed swiftly through her veins. She shivered, not from the cold but from the sense of danger right in front of her. She looked toward the forest—suspicious, wary—but as of yet made no move toward it.

“Where are we?” she said to whomever might deem it appropriate to answer.

Ganymede eyed the young Senshi that approached her. An uneasy feeling twisted her stomach when she saw that the girl had to have been around the same age as Oberon or Auriga. She motioned the girl closer, suddenly protective, her expression equal parts cautious and determined.

“Are you okay?” she said. The younger Senshi seemed alright, albeit a bit soaked. Ganymede had never known anyone to be hurt through magical teleportation, but for all she knew they could have just been lucky.

“I'm Ganymede,” she added. She didn't bother with any further signifiers. Eternal was obvious and naming her sphere was unnecessary. “Stay close,” she said, and tried her best not to make it sound like an order. It wasn't one. More a word of caution than anything. “I can't tell how many of them there are, but our chances are better together than separated.”

Methone stared at her location.

Stared at the ocean, stared at the rotting vegetables.

Then she sighed with an almost lazy sort of sadness and pulled her out of phone.

"You're an a*****e for dragging me into this Castor and not sticking to my side." She read the text out loud as she sent it. She could feel one other signature, stronger then herself, weaker then the prince and hoards of Chaos.

Even a little off Chaos.

Perhaps she should attempt her way over to the eternal senshi first, and then go from them.

Castor had seen his fair share of what he liked to call 'moonshit'. Dreams, nightmares, death, illusions, realities, pasts and recently, futures as well. It was old hat. Being sent to a new location? Okay, he could deal with it. Italy had been blessedly sparse as far as negaverse activity went, and senshi activity had been well...
him.

This place however, was not so sparse. It was dense, with an air that stank of earthen things, and energy that was corrupt linger past his vision. It was the only way he knew it was earth. Earth stank in a way that his world didn't.
Pollux fared better, not bothered by what his brother thought an 'earthen' smell. To him it was low tide at worst. Rotting fruit was less pungent than fish stink. He had less a guess as to where they were other than 'not dead'. Better than coma land at the least.

The pair however, both made faces at being suddenly wet and cold and having their sense assaulted, making their way out of the sand and onto the shore proper.
"................" Pollux looked at Castor who's sudden shift of 'This place is gross and I don't like it' expression went to 'Why are your looking at me like this is my fault I didn't do anything for once stop assuming it is my fault for everything'.

"One time."
".............." Pollux didn't buy it, shifting his gaze towards the others present.

It was then that Castor's phone rang, late, with the message that Methone had sent.

"OH. Hey Gorgeous!" He immediately ignored the other senshi to go greet his friend. Pollux just shrugged. Whatever the case, he was alive, there was chaos, and with the senshi congrigating.

"How long have you been here?" His voice was harsher then intended, more demanding then needed. He shook his head. "Appologies, but if you've been lingering, it'd be safer if we moved. Whatever is out there will have sensed our arrival." A pointed look at his brother.

"Especially his." He smiled just slightly, noting Asclepius. "Been a while since the mercenaries. It's good to see you again" He said conversationally. "But I digress. Introductions can wait, as a mass of chaos that large will not remain stationary, not with this many of us here... wherever 'here' is."

Something is moving in the forest...

Disclaimer: Contains foul language.
Sarras Squire

Sarras Squire of the Cosmos wasn't too flabbergasted by the sudden twist of fate that life decided to throw at him. If anything, he was more surprised that it decided to lure others in as well this time. For a brief moment, he feared that it was the Code that had plucked him from his nightly quest for vengeance but there were no familiar landmarks. Wherever he was, thankfully, wasn’t Olympus, and it wasn’t overrun with confused and self-righteous knights. No lecture, no demands for sacrifices, and with any luck, no Mercury pages requesting he put his life on the line for some trinket.

That alone might have been enough to pull him out of his mood, but be as it may, it was like tossing a cup of water at a raging inferno at this point. As it was, there was simply too much that he suspected was about to go on for him to enjoy the little things in life, and being in an unknown location, with allies he barely recognized from maybe one or two encounters or pass-bys in the past, each of them just as CLUELESS as he was, and Chaos aura tingling on his senses, there was exactly very little for Sarras to be happy about.

“Oh for ******** sake,” he said with a groan, taking in the scenery around him and looking for a better weapon that wasn’t simply a cup, with seemingly pointless function or purpose besides to piss him off. The driftwood looked promising and he sloshed towards it, hoping that his uniform wasn’t flimsy enough to deteriorate from the sea water. All the while, he grumbled, passing by Ganymede, the familiar Cruithne though he hoped she wouldn’t notice him as he was still whether sour about their last encounter, and the long haired senshi (Athene), even ignoring Castor and Pollux, despite having respected their dedication and realistic view of how to handle the Negaverse, looking for a piece of driftwood that looked like it might have sufficed as a decent enough weapon and would endure a few hits. Given the feel of the Chaos aura that tickled his senses, he needed something durable, otherwise what would have been the point. “This had better be good.”

With any luck, the general he pined for would have been there, and if he could somehow corner him here on wherever the ******** he was, it would have all been worth it to him. The thought of that murderous a*****e laying dead at his feet, impaled with a broken and splintered piece of driftwood, that would have made his abrupt abduction worth all the while. Instead, there was no Buddingtonite, but another officer, clad with golden rings and admittedly a formidable looking weapon. And she wasn’t alone, though Sarras’ attention remained heavily on her. Youma were youma, no matter how disgusting or terrifying they may be, but a Captain? She’d be trouble, and she might know where to find Buddingtonite…

“Go ******** yourself,” Sarras said, not caring who was present or who he may have offended with his language. In a few minutes, they’d have far worse than foul language to worry about.