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kamileunaire rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-12)
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 Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 1:13 pm
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Zeffer dealt 3 DMG
"Take it easy, Tete!" Zeffer snorted as the greenblood snapped at his matesprit, knowing that he was likely only excited by the sudden boom of dangerous activity. Though Zeffer didn't show it, he was sufficiently surprised by Muerte's fierce transformation; he couldn't remember ever seeing the greenblood fight, and to see him bristling with such ferocity was a treat in itself. It was reassuring as well, to know that they could all watch after one another. Then again, Muerte had never really been much of a team player, Zeffer thought wryly.
"We need to cover him, it's his throat!" Zeffer's voice was urgent, but not angry. With his senses still about him, he knew it wouldn't do to get upset or impatient yet, at least not at Muerte. He felt for the yellowblood, wished that he had some way of quelling the smoke, but the best thing to do, Zeffer decided, was to play the tank while Aprife recovered. As the smoke caused his own eyes and nose to burn, he could only imagine the agitation it was causing to his matesprit's own throat. He hissed as he lashed out at a shadow looming through the mist, before falling back again, panting softly. "We've got you, dude. Try to breathe through your shirt or something!"
Probably not the most professional piece of advice, but it was the best he could think of, for the moment.
HP: 40/40
Offense Artifact (Style B): 1/1
Military Grade Weapons +1dmg
Adult +1dmg
+1 Accuracy to all rolls this round |
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zeflamigo rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 3
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 1:18 pm
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seekingCylem rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 1
Total: 2 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 1:19 pm
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quite uneventful rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 6
Total: 12 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 1:30 pm
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saedusk rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 4
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 1:30 pm
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It was only the beginning, they'd barely made much of a move yet, and already things were a haze beyond eyes dulled with disorientation. Trained by sweeps of hardship, he'd managed to avoid much strife so far, his whip stretched into a defensive position. The coughing had begun to subside, but it still shuddered through him on occasion, and it sure did piss him off when it forced his eyes closed against his will. Weakness would end him if he wasn't careful. He blinked his eyes open again.
Through the smoke he saw Zeffer, that form too familiar to be anyone else. Before he could cough again or even attempt to speak his matesprit was reassuring him, and that alone was enough to stem the rage bubbling to life in his gut. He had to keep his head, strategy would aid him better than anger. The smoke would clear soon enough, he felt certain, and if he could only wait that out he'd surely be alright...
Snapping his whip into one hand, he held back another cough as he scanned for their companion. It was difficult to see, though not impossible, but the agile form came into view even faster than he assumed it would. Had Muerte actually heard Zeffer's question? Not that he had time to wonder, not when the greenblood was already spitting at him. It almost made him grin.
"Give me a second..." he hissed, forcing it out before another cough quickly followed. He was sure he could easily keep up with Tete... as soon as he recovered. "I'm alright, Zeffer." This time it was a mutter, a barely suppressed wheeze. Actually, Muerte was right, he really did need to get his s**t together.
It wouldn't do to push too hard, despite the dire situation, he needed to pull back and recover or he'd be of no help at all. His matesprit's idea actually sounded pretty damn good right now, his free hand darting up to pull his sweater over his mouth. There was a sense of momentary peace despite the war raging around them. Aprife could finally breath, the coughing was finally beginning to ebb away completely, and he had the blueblood to rely on for protection until he could gather himself completely.
HP: 37/40
-1 damage to each half hour roll this turn as you struggle to compose yourself
Aprife deals 0 damage
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Melancholies rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 3
Total: 4 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 1:45 pm
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seekingCylem rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 3
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 1:50 pm
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kamileunaire rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 5
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 1:50 pm
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Zeffer dealt 0 DMG
Over the din of the battle, Zeffer barely heard his matesprit's voice, but as soon as the yellowblood affirmed his status, Zeffer grinned, keeping close to him. "Good! Just keep breathin', I'll keep you covered!" He said, and proceeded to do as promised. He snarled as bodies moved in and out of the gloom like phantoms, never drifting far from Aprife as he worked to keep him safe. He yelped as light shimmered from the edge of a sharp weapon, and sparks flew as he struck the thing, before it was gone again. Though a glance was cast back to his partner every so often, they were mostly glued to the immediate area around them, endlessly sweeping for anyone who was approaching for an attack.
HP: 40/40
Offense Artifact (Style B): 1/1
Military Grade Weapons +1dmg
Adult +1dmg
+1 Accuracy for this round |
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leon_a_darkangel rolled 2 4-sided dice:
2, 2
Total: 4 (2-8)
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 1:55 pm
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SkinkDad's HP: 40-3=37
Stryke at first didn't think twice about the hissing, until he realized it wasn't his father being a cranky b*****d. The kid's eyes went wide as he realized too late the clattering sound of the vent, and then the explosion of fog. The kid hacked and coughed, trying to pull his shirt up over his mouth. "god damnit, you b***h." he growled, eyes watering. As impressive as Errade was, her dramatic entrance left a sour taste in the yellowbloods mouth.
His lusus snarled, leaping in front of his ward, only to clatter into one of the chairs. The reptile lusii tried to act, but in doing so it was distracted in it's attempt to compose it's self. It's claws lashed out, missing there intended full hit despite his best efforts.
Stryke's lusus deals 2-1= 1 damage.
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quite uneventful rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 3
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 2:03 pm
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melona-pan rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 6
Total: 12 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 2:05 pm
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Green Minuet rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 6
Total: 11 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 2:12 pm
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Health: 20 - 1 = 19
Eagle Eyes: 2
Agility Style B: 4
During the meeting, Kursha kept his mouth shut for once; a pleasant surprise for everyone else present. He had already shared with Byakko his thoughts on the matter in a less formal setting. They had access to the same information after all. Still, he remained engaged as the others came to their own conclusions. There was considerably less debate than he would have hoped for, but on the bright side that meant they got to the heart of the issue that much sooner.
Sooner than he expected really.
In the middle of Byakko's dialogue, there was a metal clang and smoke began to fill the room. Jumping to his feet, Kursha reached for his rifle. Within seconds however, he was blind. Even his eagle vision could not penetrate the thick fog. Relaxing, he lowered the muzzle of his gun. There was no point in shooting until he could see his target. Calm and easy amidst the chaos, Kursha held his breath, and waited for the smoke to disperse. Mentally he counted the seconds.
Somewhere around a minute and a half, his thirst for oxygen won out. He expelled what air he had and took a breath. He regretted it almost immediately. A stinging sensation burned his throat and filled his lungs. Even then though, the fog had begun to clear. Shapes of trolls began to reappear and among them was one extra.
Guilty or not, Kursha had to admit that Errade had style. Everything from her entrance, to her ambition, to her cocky demeanour he could appreciate. It was too bad she had left such an obvious trail for them to find. He was almost felt bad about having to bring her to justice. But that was part of the game, and she had played full well knowing the rules.
“Bring it, b***h,” Kursha sneered when smoke began to fill the room once more. Gun at the ready he prowled through the haze. His footsteps were silent, and his eyes watchful for shapes through the fog. Suddenly, someone slammed into him from behind. Kursha pitched forward and crashed into someone else. Someone... orange.
Well, fancy that.
“Hey there.” Grinning, Kursha pulled the trigger.
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 2:14 pm
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 274/360how 2 bossfite | wiggler versionAny questions regarding battle mechanics should be asked in the main guild thread. **RULE CHANGE: For this boss battle only, a child's lusus will be allowed to participate in the half hour rolls using a 1d4.**
The smoke bombs from earlier hadn't been thrown by Errade herself, and in the chaos it had been impossible to tell just who the perpetrator was. Now there were trolls appearing left and right, putting themselves between you and the Head of Intelligence. Some poured through the bashed in double doors of the cavern, and it seemed others had been lurking within the tendrils of smoke since Errade's entrance. Despite her guilt, it seems there are many members still willing to defend the ex-Head of Intel anyway. Had they been working in tandem all along? "Let's see you hit me now!" she gloats with vigor.
SUPPORTERS HP: 100/100
Supporters MUST be dispatched before Errade will continue taking any damage!
If you rolled a 1, you're ganged up on by multiple supporters and held fast while they punch and kick at you. Their iron grip makes it difficult to get away. Take 4 damage, and deal no damage this turn.
If you rolled a 2, a chair comes flying your way, thrown by one of the angry, ready-to-defend supporters. They spit obscenities at you, but the chair hurts more, hitting you for 3 damage.
If you rolled a 3, one of the enemy trolls trips you on your way to attack, sending you stumbling to the floor. Take 1 damage.
If you rolled a 4, you make your way towards the main target, only to be blocked by a large, musclebound troll who roughly shoves you back with a threat. Take 2 damage, and take 1 damage every time you roll this round until you hit a 5 or 6 for accuracy and the big lug leaves you alone.
If you rolled a 5, one of the supporters tries to stop you, but you're able to throw them off and continue attacking. What a nuisance!
If you rolled a 6, you're able to wrestle a weapon away from one of the opponents and use it against another one instead, dealing a solid +2 damage. |
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seekingCylem rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 3
Total: 4 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 2:17 pm
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kamileunaire rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 5
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 2:18 pm
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Zeffer dealt 7 DMG
As Aprife followed his advice, Zeffer grinned, noticing the improvements by the way the other moved. He's been afraid the bombs would be more than just smoke, but it would be a stupid choice on Errade's part to toss out chemicals when she had to fight in it herself...and it seemed that she wouldn't be fighting on her own for long. The sounds of footsteps charging in through the doors caused Zeffer's head to swivel, fangs bared to the fresh threat. Of course she couldn't have been working alone...she'd managed to turn everyone against Qinlon, after all, so why wouldn't they stick by her beyond that?
He circled slowly around Aprife, growling and shoving against a hooded body as it collided with him, and all of a sudden, he was seeing stars. Something had been hurled at him, striking harshly against his head and upper body. The pain threw the blueblood into a rage, and he roared, charging away from his matesprit to attack the chair-thrower, who would instantly regret their choice as Zeffer barreled into them, batons flying.
HP: 40/40 -3 = 37/40
Offense Artifact (Style B): 1/1
Military Grade Weapons +1dmg
Adult +1dmg
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