He broke from his stupor slowly, thankful that the creature hadn't decided to take a swipe at him as he did. Max hoisted his weapon over his shoulder and ran at the creature, thwonging the pan against one of its low-hanging tendrils.
Frying Pan: 2d12-8
HP: 40/50 Damage: 9
Quote:
Character's name: Max Porter Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:x Character's survival stats:x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Dark brown hair and eyes. Light brown skin. Average build. Five feet, ten inches tall. Frown.
Nio Love rolled 2 4-sided dice:
1, 4Total: 5 (2-8)
Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 12:42 am
TOTAL DAMAGE DONE: 131
Rufus was back, after smacking an undead down with his trusty knife.. and the seed was still there, waiting for a few pokes itself.
It could move surprisingly quick though, so when she missed, it was by quite a margin. She decided to back off for a short time to recoup her health and patch up the scrapes the thing had inflicted.
HP: 30 DMG: Miss
TOTAL DAMAGE : 136
OOC
▐▐ CHARACTER'S NAME>>Gilda Farrel ▐▐ CHARACTER'S FACTION>>Prison ▐▐ CHARACTER'S JOURNAL>>[x] ▐▐ CHARACTER'S STATS>>[x] ▐▐ CHARACTER'S DESCRIPTION>> Tall and blonde with sleek curves and a very severe expression and disposition. Dressed impeccably despite the situation and apparently still in a rather businesslike mode. Scruffy and worn out but now armed with a shotgun.
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Nio Love rolled 2 4-sided dice:
3, 4Total: 7 (2-8)
Rufus did not think he looked very manly, or charming, or suave, as he jumped to try and stab a floating, vinelike eyeball monster over and over.
But he tried.
HP: 19 Damage: 5
OOC
Character's name: Rufus Moran Character's faction: Prison Infection: 40/100 Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: GO HERE BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Character description: Charming personality, ambitious as hell, cheerful and always smiling, even as he's walking away with your wallet. But he means well, and does his part! Physical description: A giant puff of curly, wide hair on his head; startling grey eyes; tanned skin, and a toned frame; slightly eccentric clothing (it's clear he puts a lot of thought into what he wears) Close up and full body
Nio Love rolled 2 4-sided dice:
1, 4Total: 5 (2-8)
Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 12:50 am
TOTAL DAMAGE DONE: 144
He was getting close to doing some good... he was sure of it!
HP: 14 Damage: 3
OOC
Character's name: Rufus Moran Character's faction: Prison Infection: 40/100 Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: GO HERE BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Character description: Charming personality, ambitious as hell, cheerful and always smiling, even as he's walking away with your wallet. But he means well, and does his part! Physical description: A giant puff of curly, wide hair on his head; startling grey eyes; tanned skin, and a toned frame; slightly eccentric clothing (it's clear he puts a lot of thought into what he wears) Close up and full body
Rufus fell back, exhausted after that last jump-and-stab. He was done, and he was very disappointed in himself.
As is his writer.
HP: 9 Damage: 3
OOC
Character's name: Rufus Moran Character's faction: Prison Infection: 40/100 Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: GO HERE BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Character description: Charming personality, ambitious as hell, cheerful and always smiling, even as he's walking away with your wallet. But he means well, and does his part! Physical description: A giant puff of curly, wide hair on his head; startling grey eyes; tanned skin, and a toned frame; slightly eccentric clothing (it's clear he puts a lot of thought into what he wears) Close up and full body
Gilda still found it hard to do more than nick the thing, though she did have a renewed vigor in her attacks with her health kit behind her.
HP: 35 DMG: 4
TOTAL DAMAGE : 151
OOC
▐▐ CHARACTER'S NAME>>Gilda Farrel ▐▐ CHARACTER'S FACTION>>Prison ▐▐ CHARACTER'S JOURNAL>>[x] ▐▐ CHARACTER'S STATS>>[x] ▐▐ CHARACTER'S DESCRIPTION>> Tall and blonde with sleek curves and a very severe expression and disposition. Dressed impeccably despite the situation and apparently still in a rather businesslike mode. Scruffy and worn out but now armed with a shotgun.
Max backed away to catch his breath, watching others from his faction shoot, stab, and punch the creature. Some part of him wondered why he was still hitting this thing that only retaliated when it was struck. The rest was following orders, ridding their base of a dangerous intruder. He tried to ignore his thoughts. It was easier just to fight.
Frying Pan: 2d12-8
HP: 35/50 Damage: 3
Quote:
Character's name: Max Porter Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:x Character's survival stats:x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Dark brown hair and eyes. Light brown skin. Average build. Five feet, ten inches tall. Frown.
Max winced as a tendril smacked him in the face for his trouble. He tried to counter, hitting the creature decently but not as hard as he would have liked.
Frying Pan: 2d12-8
HP: 30/50 Damage: 5
Quote:
Character's name: Max Porter Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:x Character's survival stats:x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Dark brown hair and eyes. Light brown skin. Average build. Five feet, ten inches tall. Frown.
Vayne swung at the growing seed, and frowned as his stroke completely missed it, which of course was not enough to stop it from attacking back. He muttered under his breath and rubbed at his sore arm.
This time he swung with a bit more attention, and managed to smack the large seed back a few feet. Why it was here was beyond him, but he was going to do his best to keep not only himself but the others around him safe, even it if meant that he was going to keep getting attacked by this thing. A few others had already stepped up to help, which was good, but it didn't seem to be slowing down on the attacks.
Vayne hp:35/50 It really is hard to appreciate how difficult it is to hit something that floats around, until you are actually trying to do it. This thing just kept floating well out of reach, but he was able to hit it with just the side of the pan, enough to once again prevent it from doing serious deadly damage. Still each little sting hurt, and he was getting peeved.
Sylvi smacked the creature with her trusty fishing rod - whatever the hell it was, it needed to be killed. This was their home, their base, and something like this creature was just bad news.
Character's name: Sylvi Ravnholt Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Toned and athletic without being super buff, 177cm tall, wider than average hips, small to medium boobs. More bottom heavy than top heavy. reference
Gilda shot again, but she still wasn't quite feeling the accuracy she'd had before, the creature was fast and wriggly and had learned that the shotgun was the direction that some small degree of pain lay in.
HP: 30 DMG: 5
TOTAL DAMAGE : 193
OOC
▐▐ CHARACTER'S NAME>>Gilda Farrel ▐▐ CHARACTER'S FACTION>>Prison ▐▐ CHARACTER'S JOURNAL>>[x] ▐▐ CHARACTER'S STATS>>[x] ▐▐ CHARACTER'S DESCRIPTION>> Tall and blonde with sleek curves and a very severe expression and disposition. Dressed impeccably despite the situation and apparently still in a rather businesslike mode. Scruffy and worn out but now armed with a shotgun.
