Andrew’s sleep was disturbed by the sound of something moving. And he had… another weird dream. Something about staffs and swords and crowns. He was no warrior, but he was no observer either. He had of course reached for the staff, knowledge of all kinds… it defeated enemies that were stronger. And then a thump. He jolted awake, wings posed up as he investigated his room only to spot…
“What the flying Jack?!” he had a jacken bar on his closet. How did that thing get in here? Andrew got up and chased the shadow out of his bed space only to find more of them, chewing everything! “Hey those are my lighters! That’s my couch! Alright that’s it!” his hands light up, raging as only a fire demon could rage, with fire and glory. Some of the creatures scurried away from him. One did not. It was going down.
It's little antennae waved at him... and he suddenly really didn't want to touch it. "Shoo stupid thing." he mumbled at it fire still bright. and then it jumped on his head nomming at his hair. "aahh!"
HP: 13/15 DMG: 0 Enemy HP: 10/10
[ Path of the spellcaster: 1/2 health, 2x damage! ]
Slowly, as the shadow became weaker, it became more desperate to get away from the larger, intimidating creature. The other shadows were beginning to leave the room, deciding to find something to eat elsewhere. However, this one was still here.
It began to frantically jump about the room, trying to escape the hellhound's reach as it was chased. The predator became the prey.
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[ Path of the Warrior: ] - Uru'baen HP: 44/60 (double hp, half attack, and special ability)
She was too focused on her fabrics to do any real damage that time. She let them go; she could buy new fabrics but if her whole room was destroyed it wouldn't matter. Her eyes glanced around and she jumped to stand in front of her sewing machine which the thing was currently eyeing, having finished his meal of silk and cotton.
"I don't think so, buddy," she growled, a leg stomping down at it.
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Name: Sophie Van Rotte HP: 24/30 FEAR: The Chill - level 1. Damage: 0 Shadowling HP: 7/10
Raja rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 1Total: 6 (2-12)
Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 11:57 pm
Being a bit off balance from running into the dresser didn't help much as he scrambled to try and grab at, and stop, the thing some more. He didn't have a proper chance to catch his balance. Anytime he was down thing was back to chewing on his room a bit more.
God awful little scourge, and there were more of them. He quickly reached to catch it again as it dodged, growling a bit under his breath as he felt another chance just barely slip away.
[OOC] Name: Molan HP: 20/30 Damage: 0 Shadowling: 9/10 [Obsevant Path] ALL UR HEALS
"No!" Olivia cried out, rushing towards another one of her shelves as the shattering of glass continued. Destruction was everywhere and some of these things were even eating her pieces of collection. "Please, stop!" She pleaded.
These were no friends at all and her attempts to get them off and away was not doing anything for the moment.
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Character Name: Olivia Current HP: 56/60 Path: Warrior [double hp, half attack] Special Effect: Blind Protection Damage: 0 Heartless: 8/10
The creatures didnt seem to care much about the volleys, taking their sweet time gobbling up any stray bowls of food and water that were left out for the pets.
another surge of irritation swelled, if not for his pals that he fed lovingly every day. "You want your own food? GET IT SOMEWHERE ELSE!" really how much could these things eat?
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Damien’s HP: 19/25 Damage: 0 FEAR used: ??/3
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[ Path of the Spellcaster: ]
- - You attack is doubled. This INCLUDES Fear attacks you may do! - Your HP is HALVED - SPECIAL EFFECT: Second Chance If an attack results in your immediate death (0 hp), you may ONCE in this battle skip it!
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Raja rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 4Total: 6 (2-12)
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Things... were not looking so good. Another miss and he was starting to feel a bit tired, while the thing seemed more amused than anything with his attempts. Well he didn't want to give up though.
A low growl escaped him as he stood up from another failed lunge and prepped for the next attack. He'd eventually get it, right?
[OOC] Name: Molan HP: 18/30 Damage: 0 Shadowling: 9/10 [Obsevant Path] ALL UR HEALS
Maddy could feel himself falling ... falling ... Dark boots touched gently to solid surface, and his silvery eyes parted slightly.
Funny, he seemed to move of his own accord, slipping, more like gliding down a winding staircase without hesitation. A tapestry of intricate glass passed by his eyes, allowing him brief glimpses of a darkened cityscape framed by the orange twilight sky. His father, mother, sister ... Xavier, Elly, Molan ... and was that Makoto etched into it's surface beside his own?? ... Even his dreams gave him no reprieve from the demon boil.
Floating down, the cait sith found his ride lurch to a sudden halt. All around him, was an expanse of darkness, save for the single platform on which he stood. Before him, floated three objects: A sword, a staff, and a crown.
How odd, he noted, immediately drawn to the soft blue hues of the first. He ran dark fingers across it's surface, and began to purr calmly at the warmth that seemed to radiate from it.
Yes. His single answer resonated back, as he gripped the hilt in a single clawed hand; just as the darkness rose to swallow him-
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Maddy started up, silvery orbs awakening to darkness. For a moment, he only moaned, and rolled over.
But there was more darkness, and glowing eyes staring him in the face. Funny, he didn't recall having a minipet quite like-
For Jack's sake! The boil reached across to cut on a light. They were everywhere!! And making a mess of his perfectly organized dorm.
How dare theyyyyyyy, his eyes narrowed menacingly as he rose from the bed, fetching glasses and cap from his nightstand. His hands flexed, clenching with rage. FEAR flowed suddenly down his arm, white, radiant sparks forming suddenly into a monochrome key ... blade. A very large, key-shaped blade.
What the holy Jack was this??!! ...
But Maddy didn't have long to think. One of those little imps had his sketchbook, and no way in Hell was he letting the little snot get away with it!
[ Path of the Warrior: ] - Your attack is HALVED. This includes any Fear attacks you may do! - Your HP is DOUBLED - SPECIAL EFFECT: Blind Protection A warrior can SHIELD up to two players a turn. Do so by quoting them. NEXT turn, the warrior will take the damage of those they are shielding/ quoting. You must use this INSTEAD of attacking normally. Make sure when quoting and using this effect to notify the players you are shielding that you are using this effect ON THEM.
Andrew flailed and tried to shake the shadowling from his head but it continued to knaw on his hair and horns. he have his head one last good toss and it finally fell, but quickly got up.
"The Jacken hell!" Andrew hissed at the thing, wings posed out. It was not very intimidating considering he was a kid in a tanktop and shorts. The shadowling was unimpressed.
HP: 11/15 DMG: 0 Enemy HP: 10/10
[ Path of the spellcaster: 1/2 health, 2x damage! ]
Letting out a little shriek as the ankle biter took another bite of the ghoul's boots, Gene grew more and more panicked. What if they went for the mirror?
Or worse, the five pound bags of coffee beans in her bedroom? With a loud and very un-ladylike snarl, the Doppelganger lashed out at the creature in front of her with wolfish paws.
What on earth was that thing anyway? He couldn't seem to touch it, and the more he ran after it the more it seemed to just be laughing at him. Another darting attack and the Isukun found his hands empty and a little scratch along his arm for his troubles. What an annoying brat.
Yet he just couldn't seem to get anywhere near it. What was he doing wrong? He glared at the thing frostily, ears pinned back as he edged around trying to decide how to get after it this time.
[OOC] Name: Molan HP: 16/30 Damage: 0 Shadowling: 9/10 [Obsevant Path] ALL UR HEALS
She'd made it to the coffee bean bags, keeping them safe from the horde of black and yellow. One leapt at her, and it received a nice crack to the skull with an Iron Knuckle fist. Another dived, only to meet with a spiked elbow. She wasn't giving any more ground, no sir.
A troop of them dived at her, and while the ghoul managed to block most of the nasty little things, one got a bite out of her, eliciting a wince and a cry.
The hellhound barked out his dissaproval, fangs bared and growling as the yellow eyed garbage disposals creeped closer to a stray, petrified little foxfire in the corner. that was just going too far. "You are not eating the creatures I care about!" he yelled, moving over and calling the minipet to his arms, and throwing his coat over the interlopers, and they made a fine mess of his coat, tattered and broken in mere seconds.
But the foxfire was with his brother and sisters, that was what mattered. but the kick he gave the beasts for even thinking about it felt good too.
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Damien’s HP: 17/25 Damage: 4 (HP: 6/10) FEAR used: ??/3
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[ Path of the Spellcaster: ]
- - You attack is doubled. This INCLUDES Fear attacks you may do! - Your HP is HALVED - SPECIAL EFFECT: Second Chance If an attack results in your immediate death (0 hp), you may ONCE in this battle skip it!
They kept pushing and pushing, apparently set on devouring bag after bag of precious coffee. Gene wouldn't have it, sacrificing bits and pieces of her non shifted flesh so as to not harm the precious beans.
Gene's eyes went wild as soon as one bag had a tear in it's corner, a single bean ending up devoured by a blob.
No more. Her two slender and toned arms became massive and hulking, sparse hairs growing out of them. Callouses and bruises formed along her fists, completing the shift. Giant's arms, something she'd been working on.
"Don't. Touch. My. Coffee." A growl, and both massive arms were raised for a moment, before they crashed back to the earth with a slight aftershock. The entire mob was gone, leaving nothing behind but a few black specks that disintegrated after a few seconds.
Shifting her arms back to normal, Gene flipped her now slightly more ragged hair out of her face. Stupid little blobs.
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