Forera's patience was small, and how she'd even managed to stay calm enough was a mystery to her. The tealbloods fists clenched. "Y'want me to show off elsewhere, huh? But-- These assholes seem to want to see! Hmm?" She snarled, readying her body for a hell of a fight-- Forera's frustration made the tealblood jump right into the fray, knocking out several of the bots in a row as she physically slammed into a few. She needed to release her newfound frustration on something, preferably not an actual troll. HP: 14 HP Military Level Gauntlets Adept Agility Style B Artifact (0) Novice Offensive Style B Trinket (1) (cannot use)
"I don't need anyone to cheer me up or tell me how to act. Did I ask for you to chat me up? No, I didn't. What you call charity is just a distraction for me. I am in a lot of pain, and I have a lot of pressure on me right now. If you want to help, understand that I am different from you and that I have the right to reject things. It's nothing personal." Hemera stated, unmoved. "Thank you for caring." Mera gave her that much. "And I'm sure the bots appreciate seeing your muscles up close."
It was useful, actually. More bots were out of commission faster, and she could keep moving with less of a struggle.
Her words both ticked her off and calmed her down. While she understood them, it still felt shitty. "I wasn't trying to tell you how to act. I just thought you had more humor than a snarky response. But whatever." Forera murmured, sounding somewhat bitter. "I get that you don't want to, but I would've gone if you'd at least humored me some. But! Again! Whatever," She commented, hearing her last words and feeling mollified. "Fine! Yeah, sorry, okay. I'm gonna go do my thing now. Them fighting lessons t'help you build muscle are still up for grabs. Just let me know before we part, I guess. Later."
HP: 14 HP Military Level Gauntlets Adept Agility Style B Artifact (0) Novice Offensive Style B Trinket (1) (cannot use)
Soon after murmuring a quick "later" to Hemera, Forera took a mini break near the window again, looking down at the blobs of grey faces in the sands of Chittentown. Chittentown was where she was found... Both times. She'd been caught, and if she continued like this, she'd be placed in the deepest depths of the pits-- For real. She felt a chill on her spine, swallowing hard as she allowed herself to remember the past, clenching her jaw a little tighter. HP: 14 HP Military Level Gauntlets Adept Agility Style B Artifact (0) Novice Offensive Style B Trinket (1) (cannot use)
Her eyes glazed over from falling so deep in thought, and after hearing a slight movement nearby, Forera snapped to attention before realizing she was in the now not the past. She wasn't going to get captured, not if she could help it. She had her friends and allies nearby, and even though they'd had altercations before, they were better now. They'd managed to get over it. Hopefully. She elbowed the robot, slamming it away before continuing to fight with renewed fervor. HP: 14 HP Military Level Gauntlets Adept Agility Style B Artifact (0) Novice Offensive Style B Trinket (1) (cannot use)
Locations Italicized direction is the one that trolls arrived from.
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Late arrivals start in the entranceway!
Possible Directions
Left, Right
Sephos advances through the hallways until they find a new intersection.
Possible Directions
Down, Left, Right
Caiden, Leeroi, Poeias, Hemera, Forera, Luxara, Etsali, Kolako, Engrav, Rianon, Akkira advance through the hallways until they find a new intersection.
Possible Directions
Up, Down, Right
Rastin advances through the hallways until they find a new intersection.
Possible Directions
Down, Left, Right
Mahmud advances through the hallways until they find a new intersection.
Possible Directions
Up, Left, Right
Tevini advances through the hallways until they find a new intersection.
Possible Directions
Up, Down, Left
Nictor takes a tumble down some stairs and ends up in another part of the building.
Possible Directions
Up, Down, Left, Right
Xavier, Cerpin, Eilidh do not advance this round.
Boss Attack
The corridor ahead has floor tiles that glow with a light emitting from under them. There are blue-hued tiles, red-hued, yellow-hued, teal .. why the entire hemospectrum is on display! How pretty. What a nice decoration.
If you rolled a 1, you step onto a red tile, which shoots up a sheat of hot flame. Running around, you eventually manage to put out your jumpsuit which, thankfully, is flame retardant. Take 5 dmg.
If you rolled a 2, you step on a yellow tile and are promptly thrown off it by the nasty electric jolt it gives you. Your hair is now incredible. Take 4 dmg.
If you rolled a 3, you step on a blue tile and the ceiling above you slams down onto your head, retreating slowly back up afterwards, leaving the innards of it's mechanisms exposed.Take 4 dmg, and deal +2 dmg.
If you rolled a 4, you step onto a green tile, which slides back, revealing the inner workings of the machine, and two large blades that scythe up towards the soles of your shoes. Take 3 dmg, and deal +2 dmg.
If you rolled a 5, you step on a purple tile, and the ceiling above you opens, dumping enough seawater and irate snipperbeasts on you to make you stagger to your knees, spitting water. Thankfully, it also seems to damage the mechanism in the floor, which begins to emit some smoke. Take 3 dmg, and deal +2 dmg.
If you rolled a 6, you step on an orange tile, and the ceiling above opens to dump a bunch of fruit on your head. Take 3 dmg. The fruit bounces off your shoulders and onto the tiles, which begin to hiss and crackle from the acidic juices. Your attack does double damage.
If you rolled a 5, you step on a purple tile, and the ceiling above you opens, dumping enough seawater and irate snipperbeasts on you to make you stagger to your knees, spitting water. Thankfully, it also seems to damage the mechanism in the floor, which begins to emit some smoke. Take 3 dmg, and deal +2 dmg.
Forera dealt 7 damage. Forera travels RIGHT!
Forera hadn't realized they'd rounded onto the corridor with the colored tiles until she was already stepping on a purple one, suddenly feeling head to toe in salty, uncomfortable salt water. Forera yelped in pain as snipperbeasts began to snap at her, and after wrenching a few off, the tealblood spit out a large stream of water. Forera wiped her face before groaning and squeezing the water out of her hair, bunching it up and pulling it into a trained bun. This sucked. Being wet was never fun.
HP: 14 - 3 = 11 HP Military Level Gauntlets Adept Agility Style B Artifact (0) Novice Offensive Style B Trinket (1) (cannot use)
Akkira and tekemom are attacking the tower and going right
Tekemom 14/40
14 -4 -1 = 9 dealt 4 damage
At this point Tekemom was getting very fed up with this tower and Akkira could tell, the sweet melodies of her lusus were replaced by savage grunts and screeches. The young troll wanted to reach over and tell her lusus things would be fine and it was almost over, but at the same time knew that it might hurt the creature's pride the hear that from her and folded her arms. She kind of wished that Sascha was still right there with her at least she would have had someone there other than her lusus, anyone would be nice. She would have especially liked it if Ri or Buffel were with her, maybe they were and she just couldn't hear them with everything going on around her.
Suddenly without warning there was a thunk, a snap and a screech as Akkira's lusus tore the tile that had hit her right from the ceiling.
Finding this next room to be somewhat cramped, Crowma couldn't just glide through as she'd been trying to do. Rianon tried to guide her lusus as best she could, but a misstep landed the treebeast on a red tile, heat and flames shooting up at her. Both the little greenblood and her lusus shrieked. Fire bad. "Crowma!" Rianon jumped off her back and rushed to her lusus' side as she went down, singes and little fires spotting her branched wings.
HP: 0/40 Support Artifact A 0/1 Damage: 4+4+1+3+3+5+6+4+4+3
Unaru rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4Total: 4 (1-4)
Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2016 9:44 am
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Rianon is using her SECOND WIND!!!
"Crowma, Crowma!" Rianon hollered, eyes widened by the flames. She yanked off her shawl, her most prized possession (well one of her shawls anyhow) and went to work smothering the flames. With great diligence she was able to get the flames before anything became too serious. "I'm sorry Crowma, I'll be more careful about where we go," she promised, speaking in the creaking words of the woodfolk. The lusus creaked with what looked like a wooden grin across her beak. Just like her child, she wasn't one to give up early. Plus these machines were starting to get under her bark as well. In a show of vigor she rose again, spreading her wings wide.
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With great determination, Ri's lusus is back up to half health 20/40
HP: 0/20 (-1 ongoing) Adept Defense B Artifact 0/2
Surrounded by flames, Leeroi let out an unearthly howl of pain, scrambling to make his way to solid, safe ground. Clutching his ruined arm, he collapsed on the ground.
The feedback— the feedback was terrible. His next arms were never going to have touch sensors. The phantom pains were starting to trickle back, too. And with the feedback, gog it was unbearable. Leeroi swallowed his spit like it was a rock in his throat. He was carrying dead weight with this arm and he knew it.
With a pained yell, Leeroi started to rip his arm from its socket, first slowly, and then faster, trying to get the pain over with. Tears welling up in his eyes, his screams only increased in volume until the arm had been pulled fully from its socket. Then, Leeroi was silent. Unusually and painfully silent.
Leeroi Dealt 5 DMG Leeroi is moving RIGHT
zeflamigo rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2Total: 2 (1-4)
Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2016 9:48 am
HP: 0/20 (-1 ongoing) Adept Defense B Artifact 0/2
Silent except for his heavy breathing, Leeroi clutched his arm's socket as it sparked with energy. The shocks would have bothered him if they buzzed more than the pain he felt from the feedback. Leeroi simply sat, gasping and wheezing to himself in an attempt to recollect himself through the pain. Through half-lidded eyes, he looked around for his teammates, gaze drifting past the struggling Kolako, and finally falling on the one and only Hemera. He couldn't help but smile as he felt his vision graying.
Leeroi felt fuzzy. Through the pain he felt the tips of his fingers tingling, almost as violently as his thinkpan. He knew what this was, and he was almost angry with himself for letting it happen. His brows furrowed, smile turning into a scowl. "I'M PASSING OUT!" He warned Hemera, words barely escaping his lips before he collapsed on the ground in a heavy heap.
Maku moved slower and slower and slower until finally, the treebeast leaned against a wall and stopped. Well, not stopped - it was more like, he leaned against the wall and then collapsed inward, somehow ending up in a seated position with much rustling and groaning of boughs and tattered leaves. The treebeast looked miserably at the metal and the very much sunless night and skyless ceiling. He was so tired. He was so hungry. His energy reserves were being used for a purpose to which they had never been intended, and he couldn't get more right now. No sunlight. No daywalkers. No dead trolls. Nothng.
Something groaned on his side and the treebeast watched forlornly as, with a sudden final crack, one of the branches that made up his 'arm' and 'hand' cracked and fell to the ground. He let out a hrummmm of loss.
The sound rattled Sephos in his hiding space and, wincing at his leg, he slid out of Maku's mouth. "What?" he asked the treebeast, who just looked at him with tired apology. Sephos leaned against him. "I'm sorry, dad." he whispered. Maku just looked at him, ignoring the rare term of endearment that slipped out, too fatigued to achknowledge.
Sephos looked around him blearily at the metal walls and the featureless architecture. He disliked it. He disliked it so much. His eyes fell upon the fallen branch. Frowning, he hobbled over, wincing whenever he put his weight on his broken leg despite the splint. He picked it up, broke off some excess length, and settled it under his arm. There. He had a crutch. He looked at the jagged stump of a limb that it had fallen from and shivered. It wasn't quite his lusus's arm, but it was close.
He limped over to Maku and huddled near him, taking the basket of salve and staring into it's depths.
