"Yeah. What's it to ya, punk?" Forera asked with a dry mouth, looking up at him with a set jaw, eyes staring at him as cool as she could manage. She could feel goosebumps under her jumpsuit already. How exactly was she supposed to interact with someone who had a certain grudge and burning anger toward her? He knew who she was, and most definitely knew she had something ******** with the government. She supposed she'd just have to rely on Luxara or Etsali for help or something. Maybe Akkira could kick him in the shin if things got really bad...? HP: 16 HP Military Level Gauntlets Adept Agility Style B Artifact (1) Novice Offensive Style B Trinket (1) (cannot use)
HP: 8/20 Telekinesis: 1/1 Offensive Style B: Attack does double damage, and detracts 1 health from opponent every remaining turn.
Called it. Sascha couldn't help but feel proud for doing so, despite the overall misfortune of seeing Forera again. She emerged from her little group and Sascha helped close the distance. "That's rich, coming from a bonafide outlaw."
He looked down and noticed she was wearing one of the Chittentown volunteer uniforms. "Nice look," he stated, rolling his shoulders beneath his own jumpsuit. "Didn't take you for the scientifically-inclined. Normally I wouldn't give a care what you were up to, but we've obviously got some more pressing matters at hand."
Sascha made a sweeping gesture to indicate the entirety of the building. "You don't look like you're on any friendlier terms with the AI than the rest of us. I'm all for a truce if it means unplugging this clown-forsaken excuse for an operating system even a minute faster."
Sascha didn't want to say it, but Forera was strong. He'd use the word "scrappy," which was exactly what was needed to get past floor after floor of trap doors, laser grids, and springy mallets. The Chittentown space program was significantly more important than Sascha's personal crusade against Forera. If things went south he could always just... push her out a window or something.
Defense B 0/2 Agility B 1/2 Support A 2/2 Support B 0/1
Luxara was a lump on the ground, fingers tight around her defense trinket. The wind had been knocked out of her, sure, but she didn't feel any pain. Shakily, though, the greenblood pushed herself up and back onto her feet. I'm okay I'm okay I'm okay
A hell of a fall. Couldn't kill a troll, but a major setback. She took a breath. Then, time to catch up to everyone else. Luxara wasn't even sure that they knew she had fallen. Probably for the better. This entire place was hell. Funny that it was at its worse where stuff wasn't finished. Maybe they could install a trap door from the top that could make an intruder drop allllll the way down. Splat!
...Luxara hoped that they didn't already think of that. Jeez.
Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 8:03 pm
ROUND 7
Locations Italicized direction is the one that trolls arrived from.
Quote:
Late arrivals start in the entranceway!
Possible Directions
Up, Left, Right
Forerea, Caiden, Poeias, Luxara, Etsali, Engrav, Rianon, Sascha, Akkira advance through the hallways until they find a new intersection.
Possible Directions
Up, Down, Left, Right
Leeroi, Hemera, Kolako, Rastin, advance through the hallways until they find a new intersection.
Possible Directions
Up, Down, Left, Right
Sephos advance through the hallways until they find a new intersection.
Possible Directions
Down, Left, Right
Tevini, Cerpin advance through the hallways until they find a new intersection.
Possible Directions
Up, Left, Right
Xavier, Eilidh, Mahmud, Nictor do not advance this round.
Boss Attack
You emerge in a dark open hallway. Upon closer inspection, you're able to see very faint traces of lasers flickering to and fro. That seems... Safe.
If you rolled a 1, you attempt to army crawl under a laser, and a grid descends on your body. It roasts you like a beefdog, grill lines and all. Take 5 dmg.
If you rolled a 2, you decide to run straight through in the hopes that "it won't be so bad". It very much is, and at the end of the line your burns will very much linger. Take 3 damage, and 1 damage each roll until a support power is used on you.
If you rolled a 3, you play a game of double dutch with a slowly moving laser, slipping up just enough to end up with criss-cross burns on your arms and shoulders. Take 4 damage.
If you rolled a 4, a quick assessment of the lasers gives you an idea of how to proceed. Unfortunately emergency protocols in the hallway mean that the more time you take thinking, the more lasers pop up. You're not able to avoid much of the damage. Take 4 dmg and deal +1 damage. so If you rolled a 5, you are able to identify some of the sensitive projectors that are causing the deadly beams to function! While passing through you give your teammates a morale boost by easing their path. Take 4 damage and deal double damage.
If you rolled a 6, a few athletic rolls and careful blows to the laser projectors causes your transit to be easier than the average troll. Take 2 dmg. Your attack does double damage.
Caiden is attacking Half-constructed Tower and Going Up If you rolled a 6, a few athletic rolls and careful blows to the laser projectors causes your transit to be easier than the average troll. Take 2 dmg. Your attack does double damage. Hp:15/20 Damage Dealt: 8 Power Novice Agility A 0/1 Second Wind 1/1 you roll 1d4, if you get a 1 or a 4, you get half health back
*****USING POWER****** Adds +1 do dodge roll
Caiden was starting to feel dismal. This was a lot of hallway with no clear sight to freedom, his lueus CamoDad had stayed outside, and trolls were getting hurt all over the place. Caiden heard another exclamation of pain and closed his eyes hard. This was all a lot more then the boy thought he would go through when he signed up for the space race with his best buddy Engrav. The boy concentrated, muttering "Happy things, what are happy things? Flowers! butterflies! Autumn.." Caiden blushed a little as he though of the winged yellowblood. He opened his eyes and it was almost like she was there with him. Her beauty and radiance lighting up the hallway.
Rastin Morden is ATTACKING and going LEFT. If you rolled a 1, you attempt to army crawl under a laser, and a grid descends on your body. It roasts you like a beefdog, grill lines and all. Take 5 dmg.
Well, Rastin honestly couldn't have seen this coming, not that most of what he'd been through was in any way predictable, either. He had continued onward and hooked a sharp left corner, only to find himself in a room full of lasers. Instinctively, he'd crouched under a laser and pinned himself to the ground to wiggle-crawl his way to the end of the room. However, the searing pain of a grid pinning him down to the ground signified the beginning of what he knew was the end of this adventure.
Still, he fought against it, tears clouding his eyes.
He had to keep going, for Sephos and Mahmud. For Harpommy. He had to keep fighting! He could do this!
HP: 0/20 (I WILL BE ROLLING FOR SECOND WIND AFTER THIS POST) - 6 HP -1 HP BECAUSE OF THIS POST 4 damage dealt
HP: 4/20 Telekinesis: 1/1 Offensive Style B: Attack does double damage, and detracts 1 health from opponent every remaining turn.
It shouldn't have come as a surprise that the area on the other side of the veritable pit of unfinished construction was similarly roughly assembled. They apparently hadn't even gotten around to installing light fixtures.
"Wait a second..."
Well they had time for some kind of light fixtures. More lasers. Sascha groaned. He supposed it could have been worse. At least they were clearly activating in a set pattern. Sascha took a deep breath. He needed to focus.
Sascha stared down the grid of lasers, unconsciously tapping the side of his leg in the rhythm of the flashes. He could have used a double-dutch rhyme about then.
He saw his opportunity. Run and jump--Sascha touched down between several sets of lasers. He couldn't afford to think about how close he'd come to taking off his horns or he'd miss his next opening. It was hardly a graceful dance, but Sascha managed to keep all his digits in tact as he slowly made his way across the hall. Occasionally his method placed him close enough to the walls to see the glass lens responsible for emitting one of the beams. He smashed the ones he could with his fist. Even with gloves and gauze, the shards of hot glass did their number on Sascha's hands. He hissed in pain between pants of exertion. He'd better get a damn "Thank you," from his newfound teammates for this.
Leeroi didn't even flinch at Hemera's approach. He simply held his breath, watching Hemera through narrow eyes. Whatever they used in those support trinkets, it certainly helped Leeroi calmed down. Perhaps it just reminded him of Psykgi. Either way that, coupled with Mera's apology, calmed the flames of Leeroi's rage into just the embers of subtle bitterness.
He sighed. He wasn't ready to forgive Hemera, but it was the right thing to do. It was the heroic thing to do. For teamwork's sake, and s**t like that. "We can talk later," Leeroi compromised. If Mera had her reasons for sticking around, then he'd give her a chance and hear it out. But he was stomaching a lot of pride for it, and his forgiveness wouldn't come easy.
He held out a hand for Mera to shake, a very slight smile tugging at the corners of his serious expression.
Leeroi Dealt 4 DMG Leeroi is moving UP Leeroi is using Adept Defense Artifact B!
Engrav's Lusus Morimom is Attacking! Hp: 17/40 -1 dmg per turn until healed- Damage: 2 Direction: Up Support Artifact A Second Wind you roll 1d4, if you get a 1 or a 4, you get half health back
If you rolled a 4, a quick assessment of the lasers gives you an idea of how to proceed. Unfortunately emergency protocols in the hallway mean that the more time you take thinking, the more lasers pop up. You're not able to avoid much of the damage. Take 4 dmg and deal +1 damage.
Limping along behind the rest of the group, Engrav and Morrimom came to a large grid of lasers. Engrav sat back a moment. He was pretty sure he could figure out a pattern to the grid if he just took a moment, and they really had to get out of here without taking an more damage.
There was a hum and whirr as several more emitters began to power up. Engrav found himself scooped up by his lusus and thrown bodily down the corrider as she hurried along after him, screaming as lasers his her body.
"Morrimom! No!" he yelled, breaking into tears, but the damage was already done.
Bouquet of Diamonds rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2Total: 2 (1-4)
Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 8:36 pm
Quote:
Rastin Morden is ROLLING FOR SECOND WIND!
Rastin had fought valiantly against the grid pinning him down to the floor, but that effort alone had been enough to completely drain him of his energy. He'd finally slid out from under the grid and tugged himself toward the wall. It was only when he tried to start and his vision began swimming that he decided to slide down against it and watch everyone else pass by. He was far enough out of the way of the lasers to keep from getting burned and he had enough room to stretch out and be comfortable.
The purpleblood's eyelids fluttered, cheeks stained with blood and tears, and an amused sort of smile pulled upward against his otherwise tired face.
"... This isn't the end. I'm only resting." He muttered, tugging his cloak around himself. "I made a promise to Sephos, after all. I can't go breaking that."
HP: 0/20 (This is the end of your battle until next time, babbin) + 0 HP (2 = NO SECOND WIND) Rastin DOES NOT CONTINUE AND HIS FIGHT ENDS HERE
Damage to Tower: 1 Damage Taken: 5 Direction: Left 1 damage each roll after until a support power is used on you.
Novice Support B Trinket: (Charge 1/3, 1/1 per battle) On a 1, 2 or 3, heal another troll by a quarter of their max hp, on a 4 heal them by their max hp
Second wind (1/1)
Lasers. Maku had a hard time seeing the lasers. His bark, however, took the burns - new, criss-crossing burns now decorated his pale armor, not that they were very visible amidst the other burns. The tree was, frankly, a mess, in no shape to bear flowers or seeds. Right now, though, Maku was more concerned with getting through this with himself and his troll intact. The burn scars would be simple badges of honor, additional decorations to the name carved on his back.
Sephos remained huddled in Maku's mouth like shelter, peering out at whatever revealed itself through maku's fine facial foliage and ducking whenever a laser tried to burn him. The pain had not subsided, and it was all he could do to follow his survival instincts and stay quiet...
She gave a curt nod as they shook. "Right. Thank you." It was settled for now. Onto more important things. Time to move on. Hemera continued onto the poor scaffolding until they hit a new hallway. Spacious, but hard to see. She was immediately wary after recent experience in the unexpected dark. Hemera let out a small concerned hum. Not good, not good.
The tealblood inched in further, soon catching sight of lasers. Ah, so they did install more than just in the front door. Interesting. No room for a running start like last time. Hemera watched the lasers move about, figuring out what she might do.
After a few moments, she got on the ground and started to pull herself forward. Not as small as a child, but she might fit the space...
Mera soon realized she should have calculated any motion sensors. Namely, she thought about this as a brand came down on her body without mercy. She didn't scream; she caterwauled.
If you rolled a 1, you attempt to army crawl under a laser, and a grid descends on your body. It roasts you like a beefdog, grill lines and all. Take 5 dmg.
Kolako dealt 1 damage. Kolako is moving UP.
Watching them "make up" from afar, Kolako rubbed her shoulder, a smile spreading across her face. She just wanted to get to their end goal and get out. When they arrived at the new crossroads with the lasers, the brownblood saw it was similar to before, and thought maybe it'd be as easy. Papion released a gruff growl. His baby was really injured, and so was he. If she didn't leave soon, he'd make her leave. Mera soon dropped to the floor, and Koko joined her, crawling down the hall. Kolako stayed very quiet, until the sudden lasers slid onto them.
Needless to say, Kolako screamed. The burn wounds were hard and painful, and Kolako wriggled and moved all over the place in pure pain. This was NOT a good feeling!
HP: 20 - 1 - 5 = 11 HP Novice Support Style A Artifact (0)
Lasers! He learned from the last time, and decided to make a mad dash for it. The less time spent in the way of the lasers, the less it would hurt, right? He patted Lanata, and leaned in to whisper. "On my count, we run, okay?" Quickly, or as quickly as he could with just the one shoe, Poe ran across the faintly flickering lights. Oh. He was wrong. It burned just as bad even if he was fast, and could feel the lines of burning on his legs and chest. He knew the pain would linger much longer, too...
Poe dealt 4 damage to the Defense AI He is going UP!
Defense B 0/2 Agility B 1/2 Support A 2/2 Support B 0/1
Huffing and puffing, she caught up. Luxara had even caught up a little too well with Forera, who was going what was definitely the wrong way. With a tired laugh, she pulled her friend along the other direction.
Only a step behind the rest now. Worked for her. She could keep an eye out, maybe be better prepared. Luxara exhaled. She stopped a moment. The next hallway didn't have much light, and she couldn't tell if it was on purpose or not. After the previous area, she couldn't tell anymore. Luxara continued moving, slowly now, trying to track movement. Light. She had seen that, right?
Down the way, she soon saw some lasers like way before. Fun!
She'd just have to power through it. No time like the present, right? The little greenblood had been through worse. Forera could make her own assessments.
Novice Support B Trinket: (Charge 1/3, 1/1 per battle) On a 1, 2 or 3, heal another troll by a quarter of their max hp, on a 4 heal them by their max hp 