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HP: 20/20 ( 20 )

Kicking robot butt while still looking fabulous!


Vremea did 3 damage. [2+1]

17/20 HP
4 DAMAGE DONE

Wow, those robots looked really weird. Alifax narrowed his eyes at them and then shrugged. He might as well attack now! He charged in, closer to Pyruet, and swung his meteors, head hurting all the while...

Only to notice halfway through the swing that his highblooded ally had fallen, and wince. "Ma'am..." He leaned down and offered her a hand.

A swing and a miss. Maybe Thalia couldn't dish out too much damage, but he could at least act as a distraction, or perhaps as a meatshield for the little trolls. Then again, playing martyr sounded absolutely horrible. He'd let the little trolls get iced before himself-- wow, that's harsh. But it was true. Seadwellers should be the ones to carry on and not be slaughtered by robots. Tossing children in front of him to act as meatshields sounded like a pretty good idea, actually.

17/20 HP
[ -1 accuracy on half-hour attacks ]

Thalia did 0 damage!

LaRoce stepped into the basement and began making his way to a table laden with delicate-looking instruments, then stopped dead. In the dim room, made dimmer by those freakin' sunglasses, they stood out like a...really red thing. Red lights, glowing softly.

"Red...," LaRoce murmured, watching the lights, and only the lights, completely mesmerized. He didn't notice the other trolls that tumbled into the basement behind him, even the redbloods. It was altogether too dark to see them. He didn't pay any attention to the ongoing negotiations with the Game Master, didn't notice when things quickly broke down. Paid no attention to the fact a strife was imminent.

The robotic caterwauling finally broke his trance, and how. LaRoce clapped his hands over his ears and looked around wildly, panicked and disoriented. What was he doing?! But before he could remember, the rough, bristly body of his lusus, still shaking off bits of door and house, wrapped itself around him, muffling the sound as well as he could. Oh, that's right... The Hogfather shook his head, trying to avoid the sound, but it went on for seemingly forever. He managed to clip one of the robots on the knee with one hoof, though. A large boar in a confined space didn't have to move much to hurt something.

17/20 hp
6 dmg done
4/4 heals left yeee
status: -1 to accuracy rolls
Alifax gathered his meteors and tossed one at the robots again. Maybe he'd make a dent!

Probably not.

HP: 17/20

Eostre's still too out of it to place a damaging blow on one of the robots.

Eostre did 0 damage.

The robots rocked backwards under a sea of furious children, but still managed to hold the line between the young trolls and the cowering blueblood. Shuddering under the attacks, it was pretty clear they weren't made to military grade specifications.

"Stop! Stop stop stop! You thugs! Ingrates! I won't have you trashing my property!"

Frantically mashing buttons, the blueblood took a step backwards and pulled a handkerchief from his boxer shorts, covering his face with it. The two catmaids stopped howling, and in unison raised their hands. Unfolding from inside their arms, each revealed a collapsible broom, and brandishing them, lept forward at the children.



If you rolled a 1, you were right in front of them when they began to move forward. Stumbling back, you get pummelled by heavy brooms and robot feet as the pound over you into the fray. Completely knocked down, you can't do anything other than try and shield yourself until they pass. Do no damage with your main attack and take 4 dmg.

If you rolled a 2, you get violently slammed out of the way as they whirr past you, and get a broom end to the face. Along with that nasty hit, you've gotten a face full of dust that was swept off the floor and into your eyes. Coughing, you keep having to stop to rub your face and try and get all the dust out, rather than fully concentrate on fighting. You can only make attacks every hour instead of every half-hour until the next round, and take 3 dmg.

If you rolled a 3, you get caught between two of them for a second, and get blows rained down on you. Thankfully they only hit you with the bristles rather than the broom handle, but they still sting! Take 2 dmg.

If you rolled a 4, one of them swipes you across the face with a broom as it charges past, making it smart for a few moments. Take 1 dmg.

If you rolled a 5, you awkwardly fall over your own feet to get out of the way of their rampage, luckily tripping just as a broom whizzes by at head height. Nice dodge!

If you rolled a 6, you were far back enough to see them begin their charge, and easily outmanoeuvre them, using skill, finesse, and possibly other trolls to block their blows. You even manage to get behind one and perform sneak damage!!! Wow you are like a dust ninja. Deal double damage with your first attack.



**PLSNOTE: de-aging is a purely cosmetic transformation. your troll still has the same hp, weapon attack, and skills that they would have as a teenager**