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tatterpixie rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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 Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2016 6:34 pm
Emboldened by his success, Rob swung at the monster bird again, only to have the tip of his blade glance off the metallic feathers. "s**t," he swore, stepping back to swing again. He was bound and determined to put a serious hurt on that thing.
Rob's HP: 21/50
Weapon: Greatsword Melee -- Heavy
Mod: 10 damage, -1 to hit
Damage: 0
TOTAL DAMAGE = 486
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phoenix kiss rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2016 6:34 pm
When Mal winded, Ewan somehow appeared right behind him. It was in his nature to take care of his allies [wading into riots at the prison one had better watch his back, and the backs of those he trusted], and so he ducked under Mal's upraised arm and took a good, well-timed swing at the bird.
HP: 50
TOTAL DAMAGE 489 dmg
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phoenix kiss Vice Captain
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Kaefaux rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2016 6:35 pm
This time, her hands just shook too much. Nerves, adrenaline. Worry for her friends. It was an immense amount to handle--and clearly, as her arrow missed by a long shot, she wasn't handling it well at all.
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Tara HP: 25 /47
DMG: 0
Damage Total: 489
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thyPOPE rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2016 6:35 pm
His arms were tired, Ernst thought. But that wasn't gonna stop him now, no matter how bad he was at combat.
And, well, he was actually pretty sure that he'd improved over the course of this adventure.
He wasn't sure if that was a great thing, but at least it meant he was holding up okay.
38/56
DMG: 5
484 total DMG
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2016 6:37 pm
She is flagging, and it shows in the way she sways, trying to strike out at the Chosen around her, to drive them back and do some real damage. Her blows are ineffective, mostly sending air into their faces, making them stagger but without doing real damage. Her mouth opens again, crying out silently, her eyes bright with fury.
They'll be able to tell, as she hunkers down, that something terrible is going to happen. Her feathers bristle around her, turning her from a sleek vulture to a prickly hedgehog, all prickles and danger.
Her beak opens again, and she lets all the feathers fly, launching them wildly in every direction. They cut through the assembled Chosen and thud into the snow, into the hotel, like shrapnel all around her.
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OOC:
EVERYONE TAKES 30 DAMAGE FROM LAUNCHED FEATHERS.
You can roll 1d4 to reduce this damage, as per standard Combat defense rolls.
1 - Failure. Take 100% damage.
2 - Mild success. Take 50% damage.
3-4 - Success. Take no damage.
If this drops you below 0, you are unconscious. Make an RP post and state this is bold green so someone can drag you to safety.
If this drops you below -10, you are dead. No one should be dead. Alas.
The total damage is at 484 at this point.
That means she has 116 HP left.
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phoenix kiss rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2016 6:51 pm
Ewan shouted in pain as a feather cut into his jacket, and then his shirt, and then his skin, cutting his arm deep enough that it was probably going to leave a nasty scar -- and make him worry about it for awhile. His arm went warm as blood trickled down underneath his shirt.
He roared a curse in defiance, taking another swing at the bird. While she was all hunkered down in defense, it might be easier to hit her...
A swing... and a miss.
Ewan's HP 20
Total DMG: 484
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phoenix kiss Vice Captain
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Whimsical Blue rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2016 6:51 pm
The bird hunkered down and Sid knew something horrible was about to happen. And it did, before she could do so much as turn to brace herself. Metal feathers flew, smacking into her and sending her flying. When she landed, she was limp, and out cold. Sid is unconciousQuote: HP: -3/47 Weapon: Bow - base damage 6 Damage Total: —
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Glass Pomegranates rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2016 6:52 pm
Mathilda glared at the monster bird. She eyes widened as she saw the beast swipe at Tara. Everyone was looking worse for wear, and she was beginning to feel it as well.
MATHILDA HP: 47
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Kaefaux rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2016 6:52 pm
[Incorrect die--rerolling]
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xelhaspixiestix rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2016 6:53 pm
Mal swore as she hunkered down, and ducked down behind his coat. For once, or maybe because of the mud and poop on the coat, he got lucky. Either the feathers got stuck in the coat or he was still at the wrong angle, but Mal could only be glad that he'd managed to avoid getting more hurt than he already was.
Mal's HP: 34/50
Rolled Defend: 4/4 = No Damage
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Glass Pomegranates rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2016 6:54 pm
[incorrect die, rerolling]
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Kaefaux rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2016 6:54 pm
The sudden soundless scream of the vulture, and the firing of the metal feathers... was not slow motion. It wasn't a single second stretched into multiple. It was sudden, painstaking fear, and ducking for cover as much as she could, using even her weapon as a makeshift shield.
Luck was on her side. Though some of the feathers slashed her, added to her collection of cuts and bruises, she was still able to stand when it was over. Breathing heavily, Tara looked about, horrified to what was going on on the battlefield. Who was ok? Who wasn't?
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Tara HP: (50% of 30 DMG = 15 DMG) 25 - 15 = 10 /47
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anemosagkelos rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2016 6:54 pm
Instinct coiled tight in the middle of her gut. Something bad was about to happen. There wasn't much, if anything to hide behind, but she dropped down on her belly, flat against the snow. There was a glint of rock to her left and she crawled, hurriedly, toward it. Once she reached it, she pressed herself against it and was glad when it protected her from the onslaught of metal feathers. Marisol's Health: 43 HP
Marisol's Weapon: Whip (4 Base; +1 Hit)
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thyPOPE rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2016 6:54 pm
The feathers came as a surprise to Ernst, but for once his first instinct was to turn to someone else instead of immediately trying to defend himself. He'd seen Rob get picked up by one of those birds, after all. That guy looked hurt, and he was fortunately close enough that Ernst could thrust his shield over him, after a bit of a, well, mad dash. It was far from a super effective defense - he definitely wasn't able to prevent all the feathers from hitting, and he himself took the brunt of the attack instead. But - while the Mark looked like it'd stopped working, it looked like he'd left both of them conscious. "You okay?" he yelled, kind of anxious about his fellow Dionysian. Ernst HP: 8/56 Defending Rob for 50%
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Lissesul rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2016 6:55 pm
Briiva watched as the bird reacted, and quickly pulled her bag in front of her, kneeling to make herself as small a target as possible. Each feather than drove into the bag felt like punch, but none of them managed to cut through the bag entirely. Quickly getting back to her feet, Briiva slung her newly adorned bag back behind her and drew her bow. This thing needed to die.
HP: 34
No damage taken!
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