"Estúpido pedazo de hijo de puta mierda!" Nothing recognizable was coming out of her mouth by this point. The damned bird had the GALL to just kill over! She wasn't done with it BY FAR! Mercy kept slamming her hammer into the bird despite the fact that it wasn't even moving anymore.
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Alethryia rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2Total: 2 (1-4)
Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2016 7:34 pm
Catherine was shocked when feathers were flung across the battlefield, barely managing to avoid half of the lethal feathers flung her way. Others though, were not so lucky and Cat gasped as she saw Beth fall- looking precariously like a pin cushion and dropped her bow, the bird had fallen anyway.
She'd be damned if she let her friend bleed out and rushed to Beth's side, she was going to do her best to remove her to safety with Briiva's help without incurring further injury from the metallic feathers.
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.
They are wounded, they are battered, they are bruised -- but the vulture, the wild horrible bird, she looks much worse. They pick and peck at her like flies, taking out little chunks and tearing feathers free, leaving her in bits and pieces.
Slowly, the light goes out of her eyes. Her wild attacks, her attempts to knock them down and batter them about -- these are at an ande. Slowly, she sags, neck tucking in and head lolling.
She teeters.
She falls.
Dung-splattered snow explodes around her, but at this point, the fight is at an end. Silence settles back in around them, and once again [for real, this time] it seems the victory is theirs.
They all look tired, some more than others. This time, the victory feels less sweet and more bittersweet, tempered by the battering they've taken. Immediately, Olivia steps in.
"We need to get the injured back. Someone light a fire, and I'll alert Hestia to prepare the Hearth so we can travel back."
Inside, Diana greets them with a mix of wild panic and elation on her face. She holds up a makeshift radio, probably assembled with the help of Brynn. It looks too small to actually be useful. It looks too small to actually get anyone.
A voice ripples through. Someone is coming for the civilians, as well.
The battle is well and truly done. Once support arrives, they can all follow the injured through the flames to the Prytaneum.
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OOC:
This marks the end of this Chapter of the Epic. Feel free to continue any RP in this thread! A prompt will go up tomorrow to return the Chosen to the Prytaneum.
If you attacked at least once at any point in this thread, roll 1d100 to collect loot from the battle:
1-40: You fought a hard battle well, and gain an extra 5XP! 41-60: Poisonous Dung: You manage to collect a vial of the vile stuff. It can thrown at an opponent once to poison them, dealing 1 damage for 3 turns. After this it is consumed and leaves your inventory forever. 61-80: Heart's Blood: You manage to collect a vial of the creature's blood. It can be used once to replenish 3 HP, at which point it is consumed and leaves your inventory forever. 81-100: Metal Feather: Once per battle, you can backstab with this small dagger. Add 2 to your final damage. This item is reusable, and remains in your inventory. NOTE THAT YOU CAN ONLY HAVE ONE FEATHER. If you roll a second feather from this prompt, you can trade it either for Dung or Heart's Blood.
Whimsical Blue rolled 1 100-sided dice:
45Total: 45 (1-100)
Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2016 7:42 pm
Somewhere inside the doors of the hotel, Sid lay quiet, bloodied, battered, and covered in something rank. And very unconscious.
This had all been a terrible idea, and you can be sure she no longer thought it was fun. If anything, her god was going to get most of the blame here, for choosing her in the first ******** lite brite playboy.
Mal scuffed a foot in the churned up slush. He debated looking through the pieces of KFC for something, but his luck had so far been crap with it anyway. Instead, he opted to find Ewan in the chaos, and slung an arm over his shoulders.
Why not? They were both a mess, and it was good to know that at least someone didn't think he was a complete a*****e. "C'mon, roomie. Let's go get warm and maybe get some of this crap off of us."
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22Total: 22 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2016 7:43 pm
If Ewan thought Mal was a complete a*****e, it didn't show -- more or less, Ewan thought of himself as an a*****e, so they were two Zeus-chosen peas in a pod. He blinked mildly at the wreckage of the bird -- all it could really be described as at this point -- and then shrugged, careful not to shrug Mal's arm off of his shoulders. It was nice and warm.
"And get my arm patched up. How are you? You okay? I'm going to be in the shower for about a year so if you want to go first, by all means."
Tara watched with a shocking amount of vengeful joy to see the immense bird fall. A little part of her was sad at the loss of life, yes, but the majority? The vast majority? Was glad the beast was dead.
Shakily, she shouldered her bow and quickly began to head in the direction of the head blonde-dreadlocks she spotted.
[ LOOT: 1-40: You fought a hard battle well, and gain an extra 5XP! ]
When the massive creature goes down--finally--Marisol ventured forward. There's a multitude of feathers and dung but the blood seemed the most prominent.
After the battle, her mind was focused far more on health. On living. She found a vial still empty in her pocket and filled it. There'd been words swirling about it having an ability to heal. That, for obvious reasons, was the most interesting thing to her. And in the event--when she was sent out again, it'd help to have a metaphorical safety net.
61: Heart's Blood: You manage to collect a vial of the creature's blood. It can be used once to replenish 3 HP, at which point it is consumed and leaves your inventory forever.
Rob rolled over in the snow and struggled to his feet. The bird had fallen over dead, though some of the Chosen still battered the corpse -- like Mercy. Thank god she was okay, though he wasn't about to go near her while she was in this state. He picked up his sword and approached the dead bird, staring at the monster. "b***h," he finally snarled.
Removing a vial from his pocket, he managed to collect some of the monster's blood. Might prove handy at some point.
Having done that, he turned and headed back toward the hotel, praying Sid and Tara were there.
LOOT: 61-80: Heart's Blood: You manage to collect a vial of the creature's blood. It can be used once to replenish 3 HP, at which point it is consumed and leaves your inventory forever.
Sylvia was about to rear back and try again when she heard metal groaning, and looked above to see that the bird was beginning to break down. She was crumbling, and thank goodness. Sylvia wasn't nearly as tired or damaged as she had expected to be, she could have kept going, but she was glad for her energy -- there were so many others who needed help. She stepped back to watch the bird fall, and then turned to assess other damage...
Brian stepped back as the buzzard collapsed. He watched it for a few long moments, as if it would decide that it was not so badly wounded and give one last, bitter trill.
Then it was over. It was all truly over. Olivia spoke to the group as a whole, and he might have gone to work on something else if he hadn't been so weak-kneed. Gunshots were one thing. Knives another. Metal feathers, though? Giant, silent predator birds who wanted everyone dead? He could do without this for a while, but, he reminded himself, this was what he had signed up for for accepting that talking dog's offer.
Well, Zeus' offer.
Even as Misha was covered in feces, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed a bit of clean hair at the back of her head. He didn't have any words at the moment, only this.
He closed his eyes a moment, remembering those who had been lost in the avalanche. He cleared his throat and shook his head.
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