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lizbot rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 6
Total: 9 (2-20)
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 Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2014 12:52 pm
There was really, truly only one choice when faced with two people sized things and a ******** dragon. Grinning fiercely, America shot past Taym, snapping Stryker out and calling, "Hey there, princess!"Later, when she was not newly a god and more, when she was not the being all should crave and fear, the memory of the pools would seep back in. Later would come the nightmares. But for now, fear was beyond her grasp and gold edged both her weapon and her state of mind. Quote:  Name of character: America Jones Faction: Deus - Moon Trainee HP: 45/50 Counter: Charge: 1/3 BOSS HP REMAINING: 2445 DMG: 3 + Loyal to Deus Ex: Your weapon now has gold metallic trim around it, replacing parts of it, giving a more ornate design. - Every time you MISS add +1 to your counter. When it hits +5, add that to your HP to heal yourself. It cannot be stacked with any other ability.
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lizbot rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 10
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2014 1:03 pm
Stryker, gold on gold on gold, flew out like a brilliant, miniature sun, wrapping around one of the creature's many wings. Grasping the chain tight, America pulled tight to try and rip it off, but found herself lifted off the ground instead. Which...okay, she could work with that. Stryker's chain swaying wildly as it lashed out at its attackers the girl begin to climb up toward the guardian's back when there was a sudden, satisfying crack! Quote: Name of character: America Jones Faction: Deus - Moon Intermediate HP: 40/50 Counter: Charge: 2/3 BOSS HP REMAINING: 2440 DMG: 5 + Loyal to Deus Ex: Your weapon now has gold metallic trim around it, replacing parts of it, giving a more ornate design. - Every time you MISS add +1 to your counter. When it hits +5, add that to your HP to heal yourself. It cannot be stacked with any other ability.
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Rejam rolled 8 4-sided dice:
2, 4, 4, 2, 2, 3, 2, 1
Total: 20 (8-32)
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2014 1:14 pm
He barely registered America's arrival, or the nickname she flung at him, which fit better than it would have five minutes prior when he was still shaking off the last few sensations of Ancient dreams. He wondered if that was how America felt all the time, and how could she not be utterly exhausted.
"Need a hand, sir?" Fiona had been strangely quiet, giving him space, not even succumbing to her usual humming pleasure at the fight. He mutely acquiesced, and pain was swept away on a gentle tide.
He hesitated, motionless among the chaotic fray, feeling for a moment consummately helpless and wishing that he could have felt whatever it was that propelled people like America Jones into grinning when they fought.
HEALED FOR: 18
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2014 3:21 pm
At America's strike, there was a loud crack, and the entire beast crumbled into stone, still.
It was over.
No, there was still a thick grey fog, and it surrounded her, a thin veil. Slowly, from the edges of her weapon and feet, she began to petrify, no longer able to move. A statue, just like the creature.
Anyone who moved close would also fall victim to the fog, their movements slowing down, breathing, speaking, thinking difficult and laboured.
The infection was spreading. OOC THE MIST- ANYONE in this battle must roll 1d10. This now states the degree of your petrification by the amount of damage it does to you. For example, if you roll 1d6 and you get 4, you take 4 damage, and you petrify by "4" points, however you want to RP that (ie: your arms, or hands, slow of speech, slow of hearing, etc etc). - You must survive FOUR 1d10 rolls. If you do, you break out of petrification, snapping out of it as the rock encasing you crumbles. You cannot heal or do anything else while trying. - If you do not and your HP hits 0 you are PETRIFIED. You are literally, a statue. OOC ALL PLAYERS: - ANYONE can still enter this RP (please read the OOC above then continue]
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Yayoi rolled 1 10-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2014 3:39 pm
Shock and awe was all that could Zascha could feel at the moment. The loud crack and the monster crumbling in pieces was a surprise. What came next though... It was horrifying. The speed at which the fog spread was incredible. He had little time to make an escape. Pulling his scarf up over his nose and mouth Zascha turned to run but soon found that his left foot wouldn't move. Looking down he could see it turning to stone. Starting from the toe of his boot and slowly making it's way up his leg. OOC Name of character: Zascha Firsov Faction: Deus - Moon Trainee HP: 21/40 Counter: 2/5 Charge: 1/3 BOSS HP REMAINING: 2440 DMG: Petrification: 4 Quote: + Loyal to Deus Ex: Your weapon now has gold metallic trim around it, replacing parts of it, giving a more ornate design. - Every time you MISS add +1 to your counter. When it hits +5, add that to your HP to heal yourself. It cannot be stacked with any other ability.
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Yayoi rolled 1 10-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2014 3:45 pm
He could take some solace in the fact that the petrification of his leg was a slow going process. For now. It crept slowly up his calf to his knee. Zascha tried to keep his balance but it was hard. Using Gothsmog as something to lean upon, trying to figure out a way to break free. For a second he thought about using Gothsmog to chip away at the stone, but what if he severed his own leg off in the process? No, he liked having legs. OOC Name of character: Zascha Firsov Faction: Deus - Moon Trainee HP: 19/40 Counter: 2/5 Charge: 1/3 BOSS HP REMAINING: 2440 DMG: Petrification: 4 + 2 = 6 Quote: + Loyal to Deus Ex: Your weapon now has gold metallic trim around it, replacing parts of it, giving a more ornate design. - Every time you MISS add +1 to your counter. When it hits +5, add that to your HP to heal yourself. It cannot be stacked with any other ability.
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Yayoi rolled 1 10-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2014 3:49 pm
As it reached just beneath his hip on his one leg, the stone began to creep up the other. Cementing him in place. He couldn't move from the spot. Running was impossible now and any chance he had of getting clear of the fog that continued to creep around him was lost. OOC Name of character: Zascha Firsov Faction: Deus - Moon Trainee HP: 14/40 Counter: 2/5 Charge: 1/3 BOSS HP REMAINING: 2440 DMG: Petrification: 6 + 5 = 11 Quote: + Loyal to Deus Ex: Your weapon now has gold metallic trim around it, replacing parts of it, giving a more ornate design. - Every time you MISS add +1 to your counter. When it hits +5, add that to your HP to heal yourself. It cannot be stacked with any other ability.
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Yayoi rolled 1 10-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2014 3:53 pm
And then all of a sudden Zascha found himself almost entirely frozen in stone. It was if something had jump started the process. Petrification on steroids. He struggled to maintain a hold on Gothsmog. Don't you dare unsummon me now you dumb a**. I'm the only one who can get you out of this now.Breathing became harder and harder, as if his lungs were turning to stone as well. No, it couldn't end like this. He couldn't die now. But even if he were to somehow get out of this what sort of state would his body be in? He could feel himself slipping. Getting tired. His attention on what was going on, what was happening to him and around him was waning. He felt so heavy. Wake up!His eyes snapped open, grumbling to himself. Zascha waved his somewhat free arm that still held his weapon. It was hard, but he somehow managed to turn her over so that the blade was pointed down. With what strength he had left he stabbed Gothsmog into his leg. Just waiting for that leg to snap off. But the cracking noise that he heard wasn't that of the limb crumbling away like he had first thought it would. The stone that had nearly encased him slowly began to crack. Bits and pieces falling away until a sudden snap and it all fell away. Leaving him free but severely drained. He fell to the ground, catching himself with his hands sent a jolt of pain up into his shoulders. This wasn't good. Not at all. Zascha was unsure he could survive another attack now. The stone had done it's damage. OOC Name of character: Zascha Firsov Faction: Deus - Moon Trainee HP: 5/40 Counter: 2/5 Charge: 1/3 BOSS HP REMAINING: 2440 DMG: Petrification: 11 + 9 =20 Quote: + Loyal to Deus Ex: Your weapon now has gold metallic trim around it, replacing parts of it, giving a more ornate design. - Every time you MISS add +1 to your counter. When it hits +5, add that to your HP to heal yourself. It cannot be stacked with any other ability.
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Nio Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 6
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2014 4:02 pm
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Nio Love rolled 1 10-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2014 4:09 pm
It simply made sense to him, to find the mindless beast and attack that. Charon was Medea's enemy, but he was still a consult of Death. Bastion would fight him if Medea asked.. but until then, he would do what he felt was right. That meant a battle with the monster that did not think for itself. This was the only completely guilt free fight. Bastion's scimitars solidified in his arms, and he lunged for the giant beast, crying out his priestesses name. He would fight for the honor of Medea, until he died in her service. He only hoped he had chosen the right side. The scimitars plunged into nothing, as the beast turned into nothing but mist. Petrifying, grey mist. He would not die a warrior, he would die a fool. OOC Name of character: Bastion Faction: Horseman of Death HP: 33/40 BOSS HP REMAINING: (no damage was done this post) DAMAGE DONE TO: boss Quote: Loyal to Medea: On your head rests a black crown, adorned with red jewels. The black crown has a THORN motive - Every time you MISS add +1 to your counter. When it hits +5, add that damage to your next attack roll. It cannot be stacked with any other ability. Quote: Infected with Insanity: Your appearance shifts and you are all grey-black, eyes yellow or blue. A thick smoke shifts from you and it seems you are losing your appearance around the edges. The voices speak of home and you can't help but indulge, easily losing your sense of self. You attack arbitrarily. - Your damage modifier is now -5 instead of -6 all battle.
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Nio Love rolled 1 10-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2014 4:11 pm
The mist rose up around Bastion. His entire body was already so very unwoven, his black form mixing and intermingling with the petrifying mist. It solidified him in ways he never wanted. His turned his hands up to look at his fingers, as they went from black, to grey. OOC Name of character: Bastion Faction: Horseman of Death HP: 32/40 BOSS HP REMAINING: (no damage was done this post) DAMAGE DONE TO: boss Quote: Loyal to Medea: On your head rests a black crown, adorned with red jewels. The black crown has a THORN motive - Every time you MISS add +1 to your counter. When it hits +5, add that damage to your next attack roll. It cannot be stacked with any other ability. Quote: Infected with Insanity: Your appearance shifts and you are all grey-black, eyes yellow or blue. A thick smoke shifts from you and it seems you are losing your appearance around the edges. The voices speak of home and you can't help but indulge, easily losing your sense of self. You attack arbitrarily. - Your damage modifier is now -5 instead of -6 all battle.
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Nio Love rolled 1 10-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2014 4:13 pm
As soon as the mist began to corrupt his scimitars, Bastion dissolved them away, waving his hands frantically as he backed away. It reached out with beckoning tendrils, wrapping around his wrists and pulling him forward. He heard it, then. The whispers calling him home. All he had to do was give in, and he could find peace. It would be easy. Like breathing again. He leaned in, and then immediately pulled back again. His wrists were turning grey, inching up his arms as they slowly took him over. He couldn't feel his fingers anymore. How would he create without the feel of his fingertips?! OOC Name of character: Bastion Faction: Horseman of Death HP: 24/40 BOSS HP REMAINING: (no damage was done this post) DAMAGE DONE TO: boss Quote: Loyal to Medea: On your head rests a black crown, adorned with red jewels. The black crown has a THORN motive - Every time you MISS add +1 to your counter. When it hits +5, add that damage to your next attack roll. It cannot be stacked with any other ability. Quote: Infected with Insanity: Your appearance shifts and you are all grey-black, eyes yellow or blue. A thick smoke shifts from you and it seems you are losing your appearance around the edges. The voices speak of home and you can't help but indulge, easily losing your sense of self. You attack arbitrarily. - Your damage modifier is now -5 instead of -6 all battle.
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Nio Love rolled 1 10-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2014 4:14 pm
Today would be the day that Bastion gave in to the cage that awaited him. He could still remember the statue, cold and dark, encasing him. It kept him safe, and hidden. It left him alone, but not forgotten. Never forgotten - because there was no power in the world that would erase him from Noni's memory. And even Mjoll remembered. Eventually. He exhaled one last time, and the petrification took his chest, stilling his lungs forever. He could live in the stone, and be remembered. It wouldn't be so bad. He opened his eyes before the stone took them, so that he could watch forever even in his prison. He would watch, even as he left - Left - He couldn't. Noni had been through too much loss already. He was her only true family left.. he couldn't.. he couldn't. He would not be so selfish. The stone around his body quietly, easily turned to dust, crumbling to the ground. No violent explosion. No dramatic cracks. It just dusted, until he could shake it all off like a fine layer of soot, and return to battle. Some decisions weren't his to make. OOC Name of character: Bastion Faction: Horseman of Death HP: 16/40 BOSS HP REMAINING: (no damage was done this post) DAMAGE DONE TO: boss Quote: Loyal to Medea: On your head rests a black crown, adorned with red jewels. The black crown has a THORN motive - Every time you MISS add +1 to your counter. When it hits +5, add that damage to your next attack roll. It cannot be stacked with any other ability. Quote: Infected with Insanity: Your appearance shifts and you are all grey-black, eyes yellow or blue. A thick smoke shifts from you and it seems you are losing your appearance around the edges. The voices speak of home and you can't help but indulge, easily losing your sense of self. You attack arbitrarily. - Your damage modifier is now -5 instead of -6 all battle.
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Nio Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 2
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2014 4:16 pm
His scimitars were back in his hands before he knew what he was doing. There was no giant, obvious monster to attack, but that wouldn't stop him from trying. There was still something there, something that he was now immune to. Something that attempted to concrete others and steal them from their families. It was only right, to fight the petrifying mist, when others could not. OOC Name of character: Bastion Faction: Horseman of Death HP: 11/40 BOSS HP REMAINING: 2436DAMAGE DONE TO BOSS: 4 Quote: Loyal to Medea: On your head rests a black crown, adorned with red jewels. The black crown has a THORN motive - Every time you MISS add +1 to your counter. When it hits +5, add that damage to your next attack roll. It cannot be stacked with any other ability. Quote: Infected with Insanity: Your appearance shifts and you are all grey-black, eyes yellow or blue. A thick smoke shifts from you and it seems you are losing your appearance around the edges. The voices speak of home and you can't help but indulge, easily losing your sense of self. You attack arbitrarily. - Your damage modifier is now -5 instead of -6 all battle.
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Nio Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 2
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2014 4:18 pm
Fighting mist was about as effective as fighting a wave of water. It passed through his slices most times, unaffected. OOC Name of character: Bastion Faction: Horseman of Death HP: 6/40 BOSS HP REMAINING: 2436DAMAGE DONE TO BOSS: 0 Quote: Loyal to Medea: On your head rests a black crown, adorned with red jewels. The black crown has a THORN motive - Every time you MISS add +1 to your counter. When it hits +5, add that damage to your next attack roll. It cannot be stacked with any other ability. COUNT: 1/5 Quote: Infected with Insanity: Your appearance shifts and you are all grey-black, eyes yellow or blue. A thick smoke shifts from you and it seems you are losing your appearance around the edges. The voices speak of home and you can't help but indulge, easily losing your sense of self. You attack arbitrarily. - Your damage modifier is now -5 instead of -6 all battle.
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