This is a mini-boss battle, the full rules and mechanics of which can be reviewed here. The room beyond the door seems empty from the hallway, but stepping inside you are swiftly aware that you are not alone! For lurking in the corner is a dark groaning shape. As it turns towards you, you realize you are entering strife! You have encountered a Shambling Swift Undead Lusus!
Dice 1 1. ... Shambling... (+1 on accuracy rolls) 2. ... Grotesque... (-1 to all attacks) 3. ... Rotting... (+1 to all attacks) 4. ... Skeletal... (-1 on all accuracy rolls) Dice 2 1. ... Armoured... (only 3 players per turn may use a special artifact/ability/item) 2. ... Oozing... (-1 to weapon attacks that deal less than 6 damage) 3. ... Disemboweled... (-5 miniboss HP) 4. ... Swift... (players take 2x the amount of damage on their first turn) Dice 3 1. ... Daywalker Captain! 2. ... Zombie Gerbil Pack! 3. ... Mutated Daywalker! 4. ... Undead Slime Lusus! MINIBOSS STARTING HP: 20/20 If you rolled a 1, take 4 dmg. If you rolled a 2, take 4 dmg. If you rolled a 3, take 3 dmg. If you rolled a 4, take 3 dmg. If you rolled a 5, take 2 dmg. If you rolled a 6, take 2 dmg. Your attack this turn does double damage. If all party members reach 0hp, look below:
You must make a tactical retreat! Scrambling back out of the room, you barely make it to the pod with all your limbs attached. Better luck next time! You have retreated from your mission and returned back to the docking area! Squad commanders, be sure to report in!
If the mini-boss reaches 0hp, look below:
If this is your first mini-boss fight look below:
If a member of your team is a trained Discipline or Endurace specialist OR registered as in-training for either:
You can close your eyes and draw on inner reserves to keep going. This can only be done once per ship exploration per troll trained. If you are a Journeytroll or higher in your skill: Restore 1d10+3 OR 1/3rd (rounded down) of your hp. If you are a Novice in your skill: Restore 1d8+2 OR 1/4th (rounded down) of your hp. If you are training your skill: Restore 1d6+1 hp. You cannot roll the dice then choose the flat restoration, one must be picked beforehand.
If a member of your team is a trained Troll Relations or Leadership specialist OR registered as in-training for either:
You can manage to cheer, rally, or cajole your teammates into finding more energy. This can only be done once per ship exploration per troll trained. If you are a Journeytroll or higher in your skill: Each team member restores 1d6+3 (rolled separately) hp. If you are a Novice in your skill: Each team member restores 1d6+2 (rolled separately) hp. If you are training your skill: Each team member restores 1d4+1 (rolled separately) hp.
If this is your second mini-boss fight, you have reached the control room! Roll 1d4 and look in the spoiler below:
1 - Powering on the ship is easy enough, with the instructions from headquarters in your ear. The screens show that the ship is functioning perfectly, and headquarters patches in the control of a remote helmsman. They wait until you have returned to your boarding pod and leave, before steering the ship away.* 2 - Powering on the ship is easy enough, with the instructions from headquarters in your ear. As the screens boot up however, dozens of red warnings and errors flash across the screen. It seems like there has been critical damage to the ship in multiple places. Your team is instructed to leave the small black boxes containing deadly explosives in key positions on your return path to the exit. 3- The ship refuses to power on, even after you follow headquarters instructions to make sure they are plugged in, and hitting ctrl-alt-del. It looks like something core is not functioning. Your team is instructed to leave the small black boxes containing deadly explosives in key positions on your return path to the exit. 4- Powering on the ship is easy enough, with the instructions from headquarters in your ear. The screens show that the ship is functioning perfectly, and headquarters patches in the control of a remote helmsman. They wait until you have returned to your boarding pod and leave, before steering the boarding vessel away.* If any troll in the party has helmsman authority, they can steer the ship to given coordinates, then return to the boarding vessel with the rest of the team. Congratulations! You have completed your mission and returned back to the docking area! Squad commanders, be sure to report in!
Nictor Sabbat HP: 20-8+3=15/20 (USE ARTIFACT) Damage: 7 In Training: Endurance 1/1 Trinkets/Artifacts/Items: Military Grade Weapon (2d6 + 1) Adept Artifact Defense A (style A -3 damage taken, 4x per battle) 3/4 Novice Support Trinket, Style A (Heals another troll by half their maximum hp, 1x per battle) 1/1
Advancements: 3 Minibosses Defeated: 0
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Miniboss: 20-7=13/20 If you rolled a 1, take 4 dmg.
Well, this was awful. Nictor was already silently despairing because he’s put on a rather terrible display of coordination he put on. He’d stutteringly thanked both Buffle and Rutaca for their help, feeling a qualing sort of guilt over his presence being a burden. The look that Lieutenant Cincil gave his way was one he’d definitely seen before.
Nictor appreciated the help though. It, it was nice, something that centered him a little amongst the chaos that was his own emotional state. It certainly wasn’t being helped by the killing that was happening and that was going to keep happening and the sick noises of limbs tearing and blood splashing and he didn’t want this but it was going to keep happening
As they kept going, he was trying to pay more attention, though that might have just been making him jumpier? Or, no, it was the normal amount of jumpy but there was so much that made him worry. Small movements in the corner of his eye, shadows that weren’t there. He tried to stifle the physical startles he made, tried to keep quieter, tried not to make anymore trouble.
Nictor jumped when the ceiling collapsed, feeling a small start forward, hoping that Buffel was okay, but the burst of concern was relieved momentarily when the dust cleared. As Nictor peered nervously beyond Buffel trouble went and found him.
He half screeched, which was really starting to hurt his throat, when something barrelled out from the doorway and right into him. Nictor wheezed as all the air was knocked from him, hands scrabbling uselessly at the creature as the tackled carried them until they slammed into the far wall.
Nictor keened between the thin breathes he was able to take in, hands grabbing and pushing at the face hovering right next to his, too soon for him to be here again, but it was happening alright. He grabbed pushed and struggled as the thing tried to get at his neck and face, cutting his hand on edges of teeth as he desperately tried to keep the snapping snarling jaws away. Nictor managed to catch the creature's mouth with his arm guards, keep it just at bay but the undersides of his arms suffered the difference. He could feel something tearing, still couldn’t breath, bile was rising up his throat. He was panicking, pure and simple, and there was nowhere to get away. Blood pounded in his ears, he couldn’t hear, couldn’t think, he had to react or he was dead dead dead-
With a small cry, he bucked, tipping the creature off him. The weight of the creature may be gone but the sensation remained, the pressure in his chest telling him his heart was a about to burst. It was do or die and Nictor, at the end of the day, was not ready to die. He stumbled half upright, extending his bo staff and slamming it with all his strength into the lusus’s face. Teeth broke on impact with the military grade steel and the follow through tore through the side of the open mouth, making the creature stumbled and trip from the strike.
Keionx charged in shield first to push the creature off of the yellowblood... further off, anyway. He seemed to have managed part of that himself. Good.
She halted in her charge and bashed at the creature with her shield, following it up with a slashing strike before retreating back to the 'vulnerable' member of the team.
"You're all right." she said, a little snappier than usual without her accent. She had been trying to be reassuring, but... well...
What the hell were they even looking at. Good god. Did space mutate everything to wild, varying amounts? Was this her inevitable future if she stationed herself on a ship? Slime time?
To her surprise, Sabbat seemed to have found some sort of mettle, even if it was by screaming and flailing and totally giving into classic flight-or-fight instincts. He'd hit hard--something Sarcel knew he was capable of given his stature and build--but it was more than obvious his own disposition was going to get in the way of that. Still, maybe he was the type that needed some pressure to succeed.
"Disgusting." She clicked the pressure plate trigger to fire from afar. Sadly the buckshot didn't work as well from a distance. The quicker the creature stopped moving, the better.
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HP: 30/40 Adult: +1 to damage rolls Military Grade Weapon: +1 to damage rolls Invisibility (Adept Agi B): 2/2 Adept Artifact Defense Style A (Swhings): 4/4 Discipline Novice Leadership training...
”Just what in tarnation is this thing, Lieutenant?”
Buffel had finished cleaning the debris from the ceiling collapse off of himself, when it seemed they were set upon by some horrifying undead lusus beast. He couldn't avoid using his "handgun" now, so he started it up and let fire, hitting the creature ride across what he assumed was its side, or maybe its front? Either way, it was enough to bring the disgusting varmint down. He was proud of himself, and considered that maybe he'd been worrying too much about his gun's previous malfunctions. He trust Flydra's handiwork, maybe it was a good time to remind himself of that.
”All taken care of, sir. Everyone alright?”
Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 5:22 pm
FORGOT TO ROLL VOID THIS s**t
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3Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 5:25 pm
Nictor Sabbat HP: 15+3+1=19/20 Damage: 7 In Training: Endurance 1/1 Trinkets/Artifacts/Items: Military Grade Weapon (2d6 + 1) Adept Artifact Defense A (style A -3 damage taken, 4x per battle) 3/4 Novice Support Trinket, Style A (Heals another troll by half their maximum hp, 1x per battle) 1/1
Advancements: 3 Minibosses Defeated: 1
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Endurance - If you are training your skill: Restore 1d6+1 hp.
Nictor managed to get himself upright after the swing he took, swaying on unsteady feet but grip on the bo staff firm despite the slick of blood. Wild wide eyes watched the creature Rutaca struck it and he shrunk slightly at her approach, but when she made no other motions towards him, settled slightly. The presences wasn’t a threatening one he was sure, as the sword wasn’t turned on him. He heard voice but processed no words. As the once lusus was put down, the adrenaline calmed, the itching to run started to settle back to a constant low hum than a loud encompassing tone.
Nictor blinked and swallowed thickly, grimacing at his hands and arms, the yellow stains spreading. He glanced back up, feeling a little distant, when Buffel asked after their health.
“Y-yeah, I, I’m okay,” Nictor managed quietly, collapsing his staff back down and putting it away so he could try to apply some pressure to his wounds where he could. He winced slightly at the sting, but there wasn’t much for it right now and he could only press against so many of the scrapes. Somehow the fact something finally happened, that he finally got hurt this bad and was bleeding, it released the anticipatory tension he’d been holding onto for so long and he was left feeling a little empty without it. It, it wasn’t great, but he’d be fine. He nodded a little to himself and looked up, hoping the others were okay too.
Leadership Training: Each team member restores 1d4+1 (rolled separately) hp. Heals self for: 3 HP 3/10 advances... 1/2 minibosses...
"Seems so. Excellent work everyone!" Sarcel looked at the fallen creature, then directed her attention back towards her group. "Obille, you finished off the foe very nicely, well done. Sabbat, you surprised me with your own strength, but try to be careful the next time." She nodded decisively.
"Spuode." Sarcel turned to address the orangeblood, "Excellent display of... camaraderie." Sarcel supposed the orangeblood handled it better than she would have. "Everyone take this moment to regain your bearings. We'll start off again when we're ready."
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HP: 33/40 Adult: +1 to damage rolls Military Grade Weapon: +1 to damage rolls Invisibility (Adept Agi B): 2/2 Adept Artifact Defense Style A (Swhings): 4/4 Discipline Novice Leadership training...
Well, that was a word to describe... whatever she'd said. She gave the blueblood a salute... noticing, also, that there was a terminal here. She'd get to it when they got back - it shouldn't take her long, right?
She made a mental note of where they were - hopefully she would find the way back easily enough...
Sarcel's words of encouragement resonated with the yellowblood. Hearing her praise him for his victory brought up a warm sensation of pride that swelled in his chest. ”Just doin' my job is all, sir.” He tried to keep himself a bit modest about it, but it was written clearly across his face how excited he was about the situation. His scratches weren't too serious, and no helmet breach had occured, so he soldiered on.
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4Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 5:32 pm
Nictor Sabbat HP: 19+4+1=20/20 Damage: 0 In Training: Endurance 1/1 Trinkets/Artifacts/Items: Military Grade Weapon (2d6 + 1) Adept Artifact Defense A (style A -3 damage taken, 4x per battle) 3/4 Novice Support Trinket, Style A (Heals another troll by half their maximum hp, 1x per battle) 1/1
Advancements: 3 Minibosses Defeated: 1
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Sarcel Leadership Training: Each team member restores 1d4+1 (rolled separately) hp.
Nictor blinked a few times, a little thrown by the use of his last name but it really shouldn’t be unexpected, the lieutenant had used last names for the others too. He automatically felt his shoulders hunching up at the mention of strength. He grimaced and nodded a the mentions of being careful. He knew. He knew all too well.
Still, the extra moment to catch his breath was good and the blood was at least starting to dry, so he wouldn't have to keep trying to press his arms to his legs while holding his hands against each other. This probably looked really dumb.
4 - You advance through the ship ... 4/10 advances... 1/2 minibosses...
After everyone had taken a breather, Sarcel began to advance through the ship again, her hand motioning for the group to follow once she was sure the path was safe. At least for the moment. She knew danger would be lurking around any corner, but for now... it was quiet. Peaceful.
There hadn't been any place more silent than space, after all. If there was one thing to relish in, it was that.
She could only imagine the fleet in its restored glory, filled to the brim with a new era of military enlisted trolls. Still, it made her wonder about the old crews. Would she end up the same way? Maybe. She'd die for the crown though--she was fine with that fate.
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HP: 33/40 Adult: +1 to damage rolls Military Grade Weapon: +1 to damage rolls Invisibility (Adept Agi B): 2/2 Adept Artifact Defense Style A (Swhings): 4/4 Discipline Novice Leadership training...
Keionx doubted that her lusus would have liked this kind of adventure. It was quiet, and far from the colorful environs of Alternia.
But it had its place - space had been a part of folklore for a while, now. Vast lands -- whole worlds, with new monsters and mysteries -- treasures unimaginable... All of this awaited beyond the walls of this ship.
Keionx realized this. Would the Initiative take her there? Or would she continue to find adventures amidst the towns and cities of Alternia?
Perhaps... if she assisted Cerpin and Tevini... they could all go on a grand adventure. Some part of her held tight to that hope. Much of her, however, had grown up, and she wasn't so certain...
"Oh my..." she said, as she entered the room. Now this was an adventure worthy of Beastdad now - with treasure to be had and...
"I hear squeaking. May...be we should be careful." it was such a strain to talk this way, but... well, she did hear squeaking.
Open door found!
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11!
Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 5:46 pm
Nictor Sabbat HP:18/20 Damage: 7 In Training: Endurance 1/1 Trinkets/Artifacts/Items: Military Grade Weapon (2d6 + 1) Adept Artifact Defense A (style A -3 damage taken, 4x per battle) 3/4 Novice Support Trinket, Style A (Heals another troll by half their maximum hp, 1x per battle) 1/1
Advancements: 4 Minibosses Defeated: 1
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Tame Mutant Undead Space Gerbil!!
Nictor was trying to be careful about arm movement and causing more blood to spill from him. Which, while an admirable effort, was one he ultimately expected to fail. He shuffled along at the back of the group, nerves slowly reasserting themselves over the odd spent calm left after his injury. He was tired of being so strung out after three of these ships and panicking at every little thing. Who’d have thought bleeding a bit would get things to calm down.
The achy stings and tingles weren’t great, but he found himself taking in a lot more of the ship, not being quite so jumpy. Which, really he probably should still be, but he couldn’t quite muster it up right that second.
He likely jinxed himself with such a thought though becauace he jumped, emitting a startled choked noise when one of the squeaks Rutaca mentioned came from something right next to where he stood.
Ow ridiculous jerking and flailing of arms meant yellow blood pouring again great.
Nictor stared wide eyed at the cluttered desk, trying to calm his heart rate, the calm truly broken now but he was confusingly met with the visage of an undead gerbil. That seemed pretty calm. And there were more of them. Uh.
Nictor hesitatingly reached out to see if they were a danger and somehow ended up with an armful of the sort of horrifying but completely docile creatures looking completely lost with the state of his life that second.
More of the tamed little critters. Buffel stood next to Rutaca and gave a few some soft paps. He missed the little guy Scorpa had given him. Maybe he could bring him a friend? Either way, now was not the time to be thinking of such things. The gunslinger took the lead, walking through the darkened corridors with only the beaming light from his suit guiding the way. At the end of the darkened corridor was another door.
”Sir, we got another door. Anybody wanna give it a look, assess the situation some?”
