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medigel rolled 1 10-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-10)
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 Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 11:06 am
MOB SUMMON  [ MOB NAME] Blighted Undying MOB HP: 20 HP Mob Autodamage: -3 damage Mob Special Ability: N/A Mob Loot: Roll 1d4 to see what you get: 1: ROLL 1d10 for loot after you roll this one. This is the card number you get. (http://halloween.thesporkedken.com/loot/card_1.png <-- REPLACE THE "1" in the .PNG with the number of the card to get the CORRECT image). Add to journal and use here 2: N/A 3. Bottled Water on the minis site. Redeem it here! 4. N/A
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Seussi rolled 1 10-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 11:09 am
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medigel rolled 2 12-sided dice:
5, 10
Total: 15 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 11:12 am
Needless to say, after the encounter with the creature of Creation, Jack wasn't in a good mood. He'd done his best to wipe off the blood off his eyes, but there were still dried stains in his hair and ears, and his head still pounded. The only thought was to get away, as far away as possible, and regain control of himself.
That was until another undying got in his way again. Did he just attract the bigger ******** or something? At least it could be target practice; one didn't have to have perfect vision to land a hit on the thing.
Owain, drained himself, barely stirred in his head.
Jack HP: 57
Damage: 9
Blighted HP: 11
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Seussi rolled 2 12-sided dice:
5, 1
Total: 6 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 11:25 am
Finn himself wasn't in the best of moods once he fell back from the large horse and back into the fog. He knew when people were being mind ******** by a legacy, and he was really beyond sick of it at this point, especially when that same legacy was taking something, or rather, someone, away from him. But he could worry about that later, because for right now, he'd thought he caught a glimpse of someone familiar out in the fog, but more importantly, that familiar figure was being followed by something not wholly pleasant. Finn jogged up just as Jack was dealing a heavy blow to the infected, skidding to a stop with his lance in hand, "I think this one has a crush on you, Jackie!" He shot the other man a cold smile, before being smacked unexpectedly by one of the infected's limbs. "Hey now, no need to get handsy." Finn sighed, taking a couple of steps back and raising his weapon in front of himself with two hands. Finn HP: 57 Damage: 0 Mob HP: 11
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medigel rolled 2 12-sided dice:
2, 2
Total: 4 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 11:55 am
He turned at the sound of Finn's voice and half groaned, half grumbled—truly the relieved sound of two assholes congregating.
"Hope it likes sloppy seconds," Jack said as he fended off three limbs a little clumsily. Zweihanders weren't built for speed. "Legacy royally skull ******** me already." It felt like it almost wasn't just an analogy, judging by the throbbing in his head still.
"I'm not gonna lose it here," he added, for reassurances. "What about Crowell, is he here?"
Jack HP: 54
Damage:
Blighted HP: 11
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Seussi rolled 2 12-sided dice:
5, 8
Total: 13 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 12:11 pm
Finn blinked, surprised but only taking a moment before saying. "Really? What's that a*****e doing inside your head?" Because as far as Finn had been aware, besides the infection that he and Jack had both managed to contract, Creation had not been a threat to his best-a*****e-friends mental state before. Stepping closer to the two headed infected, he swung his lance up, and then across, slicing it's blade across the creatures necks. At the question about Ripley, Finn's face deadpanned. "He's here. Physically, at least. Mentally....." He shrugged, because as Jack knew, Finn didn't believe the white haired death intermediate was himself anymore. Something had been taken from him. Finn HP: 54 Damage: 7 Mob HP: 4
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medigel rolled 2 12-sided dice:
9, 1
Total: 10 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 1:29 pm
"********," he cursed under his breath, cutting the heads off from the other side to finish it off. Once it was downed, he ran a hand through his hair—or tried to, having forgotten there were still parts of it stuck with blood.
"I don't know how to explain it other than a compulsion to attack everyone else," he told Finn, a little less calm than before. "Defend it. My partner doesn't know anything else, ******** naturally."
He paused, then turned the blade so that the lock and its green smoke showed. "I had a theory this had something to do with Creation. Now I know I was right, and now I know my first instinct not to join this mission should have been heeded." Between this and the green eye virus...He was a walking time bomb at this point.
"As for Crowell..." He was tense and had his head in several places, sprawled in some and overworked in others. The legacy had done a number on him, but he refused to stop moving. "If he's acting like he has been for a while now...I don't know. If he has a radio, there's always that. We could tail him while waiting for backup. Chel's here if it all really goes to s**t."
At least one person for sure could stay sane, virus or no virus.
Jack HP: 51
Damage: 4
Blighted HP: 0
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Seussi rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 1:53 pm
With the infected down and out, Finn took a step back, rolling his shoulders to ease some of the tension that continued to build the more time they spent out here. He was all too aware of his own infection, green eyed, red eyed, the bite on his shoulder that had never quite healed, the fact that he had himself gone full blown hostile cannibal on more than one mission now. But of course, it wasn't just himself that he had to worry about. There were all the other hunters who had scummed to the virus before, there was Ripley, who seemed to be a case all of his own, and now Jack, who was apparently under Creations direct influence, somehow. His gaze flicked to the sword, to the lock and chain, then back to Jack. "So it's got something to do with Owain? Don't suppose he knows anything?" Finn asked, only mildly hopeful that somehow, Jack's weapon could somehow be helpful in all of this. And then he let out a sigh. "So pretty much do what I've been doing for weeks now. Watch him. Wait for something to happen." He wondered, not for the first time, if they were going to have to take Ripley out, and even if not, if whatever was affecting him was going to kill him eventually anyways. "Chel. Great. And if another legacy decides to join the party?" ......Was that a bottle of water? Finn stooped down to pick it up. Seemed like something the civilian he had rescued earlier could probably use when he woke up.
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medigel rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 2:00 pm
"Nothing," Jack replied bitterly as he picked up the other water bottle the undying had dropped. He was beyond the point of questioning why that even happened. "You could say the lock and chains have sealed his memory."
< I am trying... > the giant mumbled weakly.
"At best we would get flashes in the past: something less than deja vu, I guess. I would've thought after the Great Knights..." He didn't bother finishing the statement and growled a sigh.
"If another legacy joins, let's hope it's Excalibur." And Jack specified him specifically; Protection itself no longer was benevolent, but dual edged. "If not, well, guess we're all in for a zombie ******** fest." What was new? "Least I got a sweet a** Ferrari out of this," Jack added with a wry smile. Silver linings.
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Seussi rolled 1 10-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 2:18 pm
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medigel rolled 1 10-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 2:29 pm
MOB SUMMON [ MOB NAME] Your Shadow MOB HP: SAME HP AS CHARACTER IN THREAD Mob Autodamage: -5 damage Mob Special Ability: If you encounter this mob and do not want to fight it, you can "FLEE" from it. Take -5 auto damage for fleeing, and it will be considered that you escaped from it. You can keep rping in the thread you are in having REMOVED this monster from play (fled from it!) Mob Loot: Roll 1d4 to see what you get: 1: ROLL 1d10 for loot after you roll this one. This is the card number you get. (http://halloween.thesporkedken.com/loot/card_1.png <-- REPLACE THE "1" in the .PNG with the number of the card to get the CORRECT image). Add to journal and use here 2: A potato on the minis site. Redeem it here! 3. Bottled Water on the minis site. Redeem it here! 4. A frying pan on the minis site. Redeem it here!
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Seussi rolled 2 12-sided dice:
3, 10
Total: 13 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 2:34 pm
"Of course he doesn't." Finn let a gloved hand run down his face as he let out another sigh. Sometimes, when he spoke to Jack, all it did was serve to remind him just out of the loop he'd been these last few months. Merlin, Excalibur, the Great Knights.....he tried to keep up with it all but it all seemed to boil down to one big power struggle where they, the hunters, ended up being used, abused, and likely tossed out in the proverbial trash when it was all over with. "You too?" His lips flickered up in a smile at the mention of a Ferrari. "Too bad we won't get to keep them. Not that there's any ******** use for them on the island any----." He cut off mid sentence, eye flickering towards movement in the fog, where out of it loomed... ...Jack. Another ******** Jack. "Ohhh, how nice. Guess clones of you just weren't enough." He moved towards it, lance spinning as he gave it a slice here and a slice there, only to be knocked back in turn. "Huh, I think shadow you is actually stronger than real you." Finn HP: 49 Damage: 7 Mob HP: 44
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medigel rolled 2 12-sided dice:
5, 4
Total: 9 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 5:54 pm
"For <********> sake." Like the world needed any more facsimiles of him.
Maybe Finn wasn't wrong; Jack felt like his weapon was unwieldy as he faced off with the shadow, not able to get in as close as he would have liked. Maybe he was more affected by their encounters than he was aware.
"Why clones?" he asked with a frown. Maybe it didn't matter, maybe it did. "Creation is knowledge, intrinsically. Is it trying to learn about us, or is this how it means to assimilate..." Would killing them allow it to puppet them more? It could clearly puppet some people already...
He shook it off. "S'long as it doesn't touch our rides. Only damn thing that's been good about this." Fate had rewarded these assholes.
Jack HP: 46
Damage: 3
BLACK JACK: 41
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Seussi rolled 2 12-sided dice:
12, 3
Total: 15 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 6:17 pm
"Maybe Creation just likes your pretty face." Finn replied with just a hint of a smile on his lips but not a shred of amusement in his tone as he tried once again to dispel the shadow with a couple more sweeping slashes with his lance. " All of the legacy's have a crush on you. I think that's got to be it, for sure." Finn HP: 44 Damage: 9 Mob HP: 32
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medigel rolled 2 12-sided dice:
1, 8
Total: 9 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 6:23 pm
"Considering Caliburn got me, and then Revenge, well...s**t, you might be right." Eighty percent sarcasm, twenty percent something much more rueful. He took it out on himself, literally. "Too ******** gorgeous for even legacies to ignore: first world problems."
Jack HP: 41
Damage: 3
BLACK JACK: 29
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