Another crack of the whip, another bird that didn't go down but was at least significantly more harmless. Diryas looked back and forth, watching where Zebulon was, but also where the others were. He didn't want to attack at the same time one of the melee fighters went for the same group of birds, after all.
DMG: 128
Yekaterin rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6Total: 6 (1-6)
Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2016 10:17 pm
Beth took her eyes off the bird as two different people called her to congratulate her. She grinned at Briiva, saying, "How considerate of you!"
It was Brian who made her falter, though, and she felt terrible for not noticing he was there. "Brian! You're okay!" She seemed extremely pleased by this revelation, though part of her remembered his staunch dedication to the rescue choice and hoped he did not bear a grudge. "Oh, you know, beginner's luck, I guess?" She laughed a bit awkwardly, then turned back as she felt a tug at her whip. She stumbled forward a bit before frowning, taking the handle in both hands. With a fierce look on her face, she planted herself and yanked, saying, "Give that back!"
Her efforts must have done something, as she, in rapid succession, heard a squawk, a thump against the wood of the wall, and stumbled backwards, losing her balance if no one was close enough to react. Her newly freed whip dripped a dark substance she assumed served as the creatures blood.
DMG: 136
Lissesul
I am assuming Amasis did 2 dmg to the birds
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2016 10:21 pm
Still holding another three sticks from the broken apart frame, Zebulon looked for another place where these may be useful.
When he spotted another crack in the wall, he decided this would be the best place for one of these sticks. He didn't really have any way to hold it steady, though -- wait, a nail. There was a nail sticking out of the wall where the painting had been hung.
He took a bit to wrench the nail out of the wall before returning to the crack and hammering in one of the frame pieces with another piece of the frame and the nail. It was a bit goofy, but it would cover what was necessary for now, at least.
HP: 213
Kaefaux rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1Total: 1 (1-6)
Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2016 10:36 pm
When Tara missed once again, she decided she definitely wasn't in the right head for shooting arrows. Yeah uh. She was gonna switch to fortification.
She couldn’t help her grin at the way he growled at her, her lip rings catching the light. At least it seemed to be motivating, because an angry stab through one of the holes produced more blood on his sword and angry noises from outside.
“I see it!” She called, wiggling her fingers at him. “Good to see you know how to handle your… sword.”
Her tongue flicked out between her lips before she turned away, grabbing an arrow to set into her bow.
Notch. Pull. Release, and another bird fell from the sky, her arrow through a wing.
142 damage
tatterpixie
ShortGreen rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5Total: 5 (1-6)
Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2016 10:55 pm
The soft noise which had drawn Misha from the others proved to be a teenage girl cowering in the next room. She looked disheveled and was curled tightly in on herself behind an overturned end table. Misha skidded to a halt just inside the door. The girl looked up and bit back a scream before pointing wildly. Together, she and Misha watched a bird finish its desperate wiggle through a painfully small gap.
"Oh, hell, no." Annoyed, distressed, and increasingly tired, Misha only barely muttered the curse. She refused to think further about it, though, and launched herself at the bird, buckler raised. As she moved, she hissed at the girl, "Go downstairs!"
Shield and bird connected with a satisfyingly loud CLANG.
Misha rebounded slightly in shock before looking down to see the bird flopping, stunned but not dead. She felt a moment of fierce, vicious pride. Then she realized she had nothing to kill the bird with herself... Unless she stepped on its head?
"Anyone free with a pointy thing?" she shouted instead. Or even Beth and her whip to strangle the blasted thing. Maybe.
"My name is Beaulah, nice to meet ya. Wish it was in better times." She said with a sideways smile. It was nice that she was finally learning other Chosen's name and getting to know them but this was not the time to be doing so. It would've been better if she met all of these people back in camp.
"Good idea, I'm going to go check really quick." She rushed off, and upon seeing that the group had been screaming was okay rushed back. "They're taking care of themselves."
The cart was sturdy, but if there was something that she had learned recently was that everything could be broken. "Should we break it down with force, or try to find something to break it?"
217 HP
Yekaterin rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5Total: 5 (1-6)
Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2016 11:03 pm
Beth landed unceremoniously on her backside...again. But she still had her weapon and wasn't seriously injured by the fall. It allowed her to stand and attack again. There was very little keeping these birds outside, so when one slipped through, she lashed out with grim determination and opened it with her strike. It twitched and fell. Though Beth wanted to celebrate--she had long since given up physical arts as hopeless--the excitement of scoring hits and being useful was being drowned in her own exhaustion. She felt rubbery and sluggish, like her skin was pulled too tight over her bones. She wasn't sure how much longer she would be able to fight. Indeed, this last attack left her breathing heavy, and she wanted nothing more than to drop to the ground, curl up, and sleep for a few decades. How anyone could be expected to function in high stress situations was beyond her understanding.
She was no soldier. She was just a very lucky, very sheltered girl. She tried to tell herself that she was acquitting herself pretty well on this battlefield. But it didn't make her feel any better.
Briiva's last arrow found just air, but at least it didn't hit any of the chosen gathered at the hotel. Breathing a sigh of relief, Briiva wiped her brow, steadying the arm that had been pulling on the string. Her biceps burned with the exertion but she needed to press on. Briiva needed to make sure she, and everyone in the hotel, lived long enough to face the oncoming avalanche. The thought gave her no comfort. "Man, we're going to need a lot of practice. Our first mission, and look how over our heads we are..." Briiva grinned briefly at Beth before readying another arrow. "You're welcome!"
Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2016 11:48 pm
"What an interesting name," she smiled, then shrugged. "I'm sure we all wish circumstances were different, but we'll adjust." Even back at their new home she had been nervous about meeting so many new people and under such weird circumstances. She figured she would eventually get used to her new life, though she wasn't sure when.
Sylvia came rolling down the hallway just as Beaulah emerged from checking in on the others. She gave a thankful nod that the others seemed to be taking care of themselves just fine, then turned her attention to the cart. It wasn't the sturdiest of carts, but it would be a bit harder to break down than a wooden chair or table.
"Mmm," she shook her head a bit, "I'm not sure we'll find much. Though, we did have some hammers-" she left the cart for a moment to return to the room she'd been in before, returning shortly with one of the tools held triumphantly in her hand. "Good enough!" She helped push the cart back to the room where they'd been working, glad to see that the window was still holding up, though a tap at it made her stomach churn.
Once they'd entered the room, she hit the pillars the cart was structured on with the hammer until she was able to break the shelves off, though they still had little arms attached. She handed the top over anyway to Beaulah, "Here, see if you can get this on that side, and I'll get the wheels off of this one and put it against the other side, behind the couch so it's pinned."
When Mathilda paused to look around her, she saw some Chosen fighting and others fortifying. Her temper was still boiling, and anything at the moment could set her off. In order to just focus on the task at hand, she stayed to herself, and stabbed a bird through the wing, bringing it down.
162 DAMAGE
Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2016 12:56 am
Wheels tossed aside and cart shelving in place reinforcing the window, Sylvia nodded at their work. "Not bad, I think that will hold!" For now, at least, it would, though for how long was anyone's guess; it seemed sturdy enough that it could be left unchecked for a bit, which was the point for now. With that thought, Sylvia turned back towards the hall, "I'm going to check some other rooms. You can come along, or search separately and I'm sure I'll see you later." She offered a smile and a wink before heading into the hallway, letting Beaulah choose whatever she liked.
The petite girl peeked her head into rooms as she went, but looking for any large and obvious cracks and any possible supplies to prevent the furthering of such things. They were reaching the end of even impromptu supplies, she noted, as she found the bottom of a planter and a basket, and a tattered blanket that might be able to roll into a tight ball to stop up a small hole -- which was ultimately what it was used for as she saw a crack forming at the bottom of an outside wall. "Damn, we need those speakers working soon..." She worried about how much longer it might take metal-beaked birds to break through the rest of the building's basic structure...
225 HP
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[ sorry to jump ahead; wanted to post a last thing before bed ;; ]
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2016 4:36 am
So they were stuck. He couldn't say he was pleased about it, wanting to get out of this hotel as soon as was humanly possible but he was resigned to doing what he was told to avoid being potentially disposed of. With a heavy sigh he turned his attention back towards fortifying the hotel itself.
If he was honest he'd prefer to be out fighting more birds, but this was not really an option with other people around to see him do it, not when he was determined to keep any violent inclinations tightly close to his chest.
So fortifying it was and he moved to help someone else replacing a large board against the wall.
229 HP
Yekaterin rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6Total: 6 (1-6)
Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2016 5:48 am
Beth automatically turned when she heard Misha call out and was striding after her voice without thinking. As she walked, she called ahead, "I don't have a pointy thing, but I do have a--whippy-thing?" She didn't feel like she had the witty combat banter down, not like Misha or the rainbow-haired archer in the next room. "What did you n--" Before she could finish the sentence a strangled squawk somewhere near her feet interrupted her. She looked down to see her boot mere inches from the beak of a still-live bird. She squealed and jumped back, much like a classic cartoon character upon discovering a mouse. She instinctively brought down her whip a few times. Though she didn't have the space she normally needed, her strength did all the work at that close of a range. The bird stopped moving.
Beth looked up at Misha with wide eyes. "I...sorry, that...that was scary! She admitted, the hand not wrapped around her weapon pressed to her chest.
DMG: 170
ShortGreen
...Beth, wat are you doing. Beth. You're not a combat character.
Briiva readied another arrow, even as she felt her fingers strain at the string on her bow. She considered herself in pretty good shape, but she was used to using her arms and legs, not holding back pounds upon pounds of force on her fingers. She growled softly to herself, focusing again on the gap outside the door. As the arrow flew from her bow, straight into another bird. Looking outside though, it was hard to tell if the chosen's effort were actually doing much. She felt like she was just shooting needles into a haystack. "What I would give for a flamethrower about now."
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