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and be blue rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 3
Total: 13 (2-20)
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 Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2017 12:09 pm
((ignore me, wrong dice))
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and be blue rolled 2 12-sided dice:
8, 9
Total: 17 (2-24)
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2017 12:13 pm
Ever could hear his other self laughing in the fog; a low rumble in the distance, as if he hadn’t seen the horseman fall apart in front of him. He stumbled forward, unsure where he was going or which direction he should turn in, strange memories filling his head. There were a hundred people he could have been, in another world, another reality, and he could remember their lives in the disjointed way people remembered dreams. Green eyes. A dark shadow. Smoke filling his lungs – Maybe that last one was just his own desire for a cigarette. This thought steeled him, some. Drove away the panic of whatever this was, made the fog seem less dangerous and less terrifying. For a moment Ever closed his eyes and drew in a long, slow breath, patting at his pockets as if he would find a pack of Pall Malls at his fingertips. When he didn’t, he just imagined the sensation. Smoke in; hold; smoke sighed out again. The sensation of the nicotine like a thrill through his blood, waking him up and driving away that faint edge of a headache. Something whispered, laughing again near his ear, and his eyes snapped open again. This time, he steeled his jaw, half-turning in place and imagining he saw the flicker of his other self’s blindfold, whipping behind him like a flag. With his chin tipped up, Ever shook out his weapon and let memories of strange worlds and his addiction fade to the background. He was ready to fight, instead. HP: 40/70 DMG: 13 Charge: 1/3 Total Boss Damage: 101
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2017 4:37 pm
Rep was in the fog and he had to assume that somehow he'd gone wide of the haunted house, finding himself outside in the endless grey. He remembered how it had felt to be Reap, to have lost himself completely and regain everything bit by tiny bit. It pressed in on him in the way that only this kind of fog seemed to and somewhere just within sight strange figures flitted and moved.
He couldn't be here long he knew, breathing this s**t in too much was a sure fire way to end up completely ******** mad and already he could feel the shadows he saw moving around getting a little bit clearer and a little bit more hostile.
"You are the false one." someone whispered and he flinched, glaring into the fog. He knew he wasn't fake, no one would ******** make up someone as pathetic as he was, the horseman was fake because his life was happy, that was how it worked. It was why blue kingdom was less real in some ways than his reality, because people were mostly happy there.
He walked a bit faster but what was the point in walking faster when you didn't know where you were going? For all he knew this could go for ever and ever, a world of grey without end. Given how ******** nightmarish things had been lately he wouldn't even be surprised if reality had somehow folded in on itself and this was all that remained.
He needed to get the ******** out of here.
HP: 34
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medigel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 5
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2017 6:02 pm
Dawson didn't have a lot of experience with insanity personally, but he had heard the stories. And it crept over him like a chill when he realized that he was starting to see the signs around him: the fog, the greyness he could feel slowly seeping within him, the hint of voices floating about. He shuddered and brought Syn to him, hoping the shield could keep him warmth, but it seemed pointless. The creature there was beyond his comprehension.
Bless your heart, Anne Marie Rose said in his ear. He nearly jumped.
HP: 36
Dmg: 3 + 3 (Clothes bonus) = 6
Charge: 1/3
TOTAL BOSS DAMAGE: 107
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medigel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 7
Total: 16 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2017 6:14 pm
More voices began to fill his head. Ghosts, both past and present, mixed with the constant tape going on in his own voice. Syn's snarls. The fog was too thick to see through, and Dawson began to wonder with dread if there was nothing but these specters waiting for him. Not again, not like the plantation home, no.
HP: 36
Dmg: 10 + 3 (Clothes bonus) = 13
Charge: 2/3
TOTAL BOSS DAMAGE: 120
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medigel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 3
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2017 6:18 pm
God help him, but they were everywhere.
Syn's warmth wasn't enough anymore. Dawson shivered and raised his shield, creeping inch by inch towards the edge of paranoia. He might have been better about it now, but he had always been a coward at heart. Alone, he couldn't hope to surpass them.
You must, Syn growled. I am with you.
HP: 36
Dmg: 4 + 3 (Clothes bonus) = 7
Charge: 3/3
TOTAL BOSS DAMAGE: 127
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2017 6:21 pm
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 5
Total: 8 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2017 7:20 pm
Zeke wasn't sure where he was or how exactly he'd gotten there. Not the Dusk tower he'd found himself in, and not the island he should have been on. This was neither, or nothing at all. It was all grey, all darkness and swirling fog, and there was nothing to see but the odd flickering hint of a shadow far off in the haze.
"They are coming for you."
Zeke jerked around, am arm coming up automatically to smack at whatever had just whispered next to his ear, but there was nothing there. Just the fog swirling lazily around the lengths of his fingers.
He knew that voice, he'd silenced it early. Why could he hear it now?
"You will never be rid of me. Not that it matters. Already they grow within you, multiplying. Can you not feel them??
"What are you talking about?" Why am I talking to air? There's nothing there! Tension bunched int he muscles of his shoulders, hands clenching and unclenching as he turned slowly on the spot, wide eyes scanning the fog. He'd killed the horseman, why the ******** could he still hear it?
{There is nothing boil, do not give into head games.}
Laggy...He clung to the sound of her voice, her presence in his mind. Familiar and comforting.
{Do not be idle. Fight, boil!}
What the ******** was he supposed to be fighting? There was nothing there!
Still, he summoned the axe to his hands, feet shifting into a balanced stance, even as he continued the scan the darkness that surrounded him, warily watching the shadows in the distance. Was it them?
"It is us..."
"Shut up!" He swung, temper and fear flaring.
HP: 40
DMG: 2 + 2
TOTAL BOSS DAMAGE: 131
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 7
Total: 14 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2017 7:50 pm
Home
____________________Home
Home!
She was home.
The fog wrapped around her like warm, welcoming tendrils, drawing her in deeper, coaxing and comfortable, and Nergui followed that beckoning call. It had been so long since the choir of whispering voices had spoken this clearly, and truth be told, she had missed it. Missed them. They, who had been with her since the fall. Since her entire world had been taken away from her, and they had been reduced to near insignificance.
They murmured sweetly to her ears and for long, peaceful moment she would do noting but listen. Head back, eyes closed and hands out stretched to the side as she wandered the hazy darkness.
It didn't matter that she didn't know where she was, or how she had gotten there. It didn't matter that she couldn't find her guardian, or her daughter. This was where she was meant to be. This was home, and why would she ever want to be elsewhere.
--------------------------We are one. You are ours and have always been ours.
You will always be ours.
"Yes," she breathed into the cool air, voice a rolling purr.
"You're nothing but a monster."
"Murderer!"
"She's an orphan because of you..."
Nergui stopped walking, hands falling to her sides, and finally those mismatched eyes fully opened. She blinked, like a sleeper waking from some lingering dream. "Valdis?" Where am I?
You are home.
------------------------------Come home!
This was not her home...where was her guardian? She could't feel him. Where was the tower? Where...? "VALDIS!?!"
HP: 40
DMG: 10 + 2
TOTAL BOSS DAMAGE: 141
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Cheekiebirdiee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 4
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2017 7:56 pm
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Cheekiebirdiee rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 8
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2017 8:00 pm
Fog was everywhere, Cain didn't even know how he had ended up here. But this place? This place was worse than the last. At least when he was fighting something he didn't have time to think about where and why. But here in nothing with all these damn voices!
"Nothing but grey?"
Cain's head turned so sharply to the left as he saw a shadow he nearly gave himself whiplash. What was that?! His mouth opened to speak then suddenly snapped shut, like hell he was calling out. That was the dumbest idea he had to date. Who knew what was lurking all around him! The voice of a very familiar person broke the fog and Cain's eyes went wide, was that Nellie? No. It couldn't be it was something playing tricks on him it had to be!
"Don't you want to be all alone?" Something snickered at him in the fog, it sounded so close. Like it was right by ear, but of course nothing was there when he turned. All the chattering around had a hand going up to pull at blonde hair in frustration.
The hunter looked positively paranoid as his eyes shifted from left to right, a cold sweat trickling down neck. Panic. Cain was in sheer panic mode at this point. When something moved near him he lashed out in an attack. Did he connect with something, someone? It felt like it but he wasn't sure, so he ran, or rather stumbled blindly, frantically to gain some distance on the voices calling his name.
"Don't you want to be alone? Did you say that? You told her." The voice called out and Cain was suddenly hit with a brief flash back of a conversation with Nellie. He had wanted to be alone, he had said that...BUT he didn't mean it. "Shut up! Just shut up!" Cain cried out into the fog and readied to attack again.
HP: 22
DMG: 3 + 1
TOTAL BOSS DAMAGE: 145
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Kanth rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2017 10:07 pm
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Kanth rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 4
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2017 10:09 pm
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Kanth rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 5
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2017 10:09 pm
Saya stared at the boss in front of her, walking forward carefully, her heels clacking softly against the tile, echoing out with footstep after footstep.
There was something empowering about walking with heels, the sound audible with every step she took, and she couldn't help but smile darkly at the boss in front of her.
Oh, she heard the voices, all right. She heard them very well... but she paid them no mind. She'd heard them before, throughout her life, only this time they were echoes of what she couldn't do, what she couldn't achieve... and she shook her head as she let out a bark of a laugh.
"Pathetic."
Saya's mind began to deteriorate, and she breathed in, reaching up to massage her temples.
"Stop it." She heard the voices, and was unable to help herself, adding to them. "Stop." Her mouth began to move against her will. "My mother spoke to me like this. She's gone now, but... no. She's gone. Cease! Desist!" Darting forward, she attacked the boss with her clawed fingers, slicing down and dealing damage to the figure in front of her, not quite visible, but visible enough.
"She always said I wasn't good enough for her. And Da... Da never gave me the time of day either." Saya stared at her opponent with distaste, her lip curling as they parted, revealing her sharp, fang-like teeth.
"I played that game, a long time ago. No more." Her fingers curled as she sucked in a breath.
"No more."
HP: 14/50
DMG: 4 (+3) = 7
TOTAL BOSS DAMAGE: 152
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Aria Starstone rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 4
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2017 10:38 pm
Anepou wanted to cover his ears, as the final stages hit, hearing the voices of those around him, even a voice that sounded just like his own. He screamed in horror into the foggy space, wanting to flee, but seeing nowhere that looked like an exit, a safe escape for him. This was his worst nightmare, really, being caught in some unnamed illness, assuming that's truly what this was, and having it break his mind like an egg over a bowl. All he needed was to be covered in filth and he'd happily just die here.
Except he wouldn't, he couldn't. He had his family to return to, especially his little sister. He may never talk to anyone about her, but she was the most precious person in the world to him, and the idea of not returning, not seeing her sweet kitty eared face again was something he considered more terrible then anything he'd endured so far.
It made it more torturous, therefore, every time a voice that came out of the fog sounded like her. "Ubaste, no... I didn't do anything, I am going to return, I promise..."
When he heard the voice of one of his cousins, a nasty, mocking fellow who always told him he'd never live up to the Family name, as germophobic and fashion oriented as he was, he snapped in his fury and lunged in the direction he had heard that voice. He struck out with his fists, his eyes pouring tears of rage and fear.
((Ane HP:16/40
Attack Total: 6 - 6 + 3 = 3
Total Boss Damage: 155))
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