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melona-pan rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 3
Total: 7 (2-12)
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 Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2017 10:26 pm
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Frossa deals 4 DMG.
Frossa takes 4 DMG.
Boss HP: 5
"Heilig!" Frossa let out a shout of alarm as Sinter was dragged off into the churning mass of tumors. She hissed under her breath, straining to hold back the mass while the others rushed to take the opportunity to heal. She felt a pop at the other end of her chain- her flail's anchor had been dislodged.
Frossa wasted no time, immediately dashing to the opposite side she had flung her chain over. She darted in a circle around the mass- as much of it as she could, anyway- trying to keep her bind around the deformed creature. It twisted and roared from dozens of mouths, lashing out across her with arms in varying sizes. Frossa hit a wall and let out a pained cry, doubling over the handle of her flail. The chain snapped and tightened- her hold on the tumorous mass remained. If anything, it had tightened the chains around it in it's frantic struggle. Clicking a button to lock the chain in place, she yelled. "Get him out of there!"
Quote: HP: 3/20 Military Weapon +1 YTMA Pins: Grandmaster Tactics, Master Strength, Training Troll Relations (5 autokill + 1) 1/2 Adept Artifact, offensive style b (2d6 Deal double damage on this attack, 2x per battle. 1 ongoing damage for all turns after. The ongoing damage from these stack.) 1/1 Novice Trinket, defensive style b (nullify the damage from the last hit, 1x per battle.) 1/2 Novice Trinket, offensive style a (1d6+1 auto hit on this attack, also removing from max hp count, 2x per battle) |
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Micillia rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 1
Total: 3 (2-12)
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2017 10:28 pm
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Punkie Vielli
HP: 7;
Attack: 1D6+1;
Support trinket; heal 1/2 hp 1/1
YTMA training Academics, Novice Agility, Novice Endurance
Punkie had been drenched in the liquids of the undead masses. But it was okay, because Punkie felt amazingly fine. Punkie didn't know what it was, or why, but Tamiya had bestowed a miracle upon the orangeblood. Her eyes seemed to sparkle, stars in them, or maybe rainbows, it was hard to tell. She had been blessed with a miracle, and it felt great. "My most esteemed juggalo lord, this miracle you have given upon this lowly ******** will not now, or forever be forgotten!"
She didn't even pay attention to Frossa's amazing attack, too stuck in her own little world of wonder.
Advance 4
Attacking boss for 0 damage 5/40
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Sypon rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 6
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2017 10:29 pm
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HP: 14/40
Military Weapon: +1 DMG (+1 for adult)
Power: Novice Offensive A | 1d6+1 auto hit on this attack, also removing from max hp count, 2x per battle.
YTMA Pins:
Novice Intelligence
Grandmaster Recruiting
Trinkets:
1/2 Support Style A | Heals another troll that is over 0HP by half their maximum hp, 2x per battle.
1/1 Agility Style B | 2 2d6 hits with +1 to accuracy to each on this attack, 1x per battle*.
BOSS HP: 0/40
“Yes, I am incredibl-- SINTER!” Tamiya screamed. She extracted herself from Punkie, giving her no further mind as Frossa began her rescue of her moirail. In her neglect she had left him. “******** damnit!”
The flail was holding. Shaking and raked with nails and teeth, Tamiya reached for her moirail - eyes red and flashing. She thrashed at the mob with one arm, but it was relentless. “Grab my hand! Sinter!” She tossed her kiseru behind her, now scratching and slashing at the mob with her claws like living overgrowth. Arms sliced to ribbons, Tamiya reached around Sinter’s waist and tugged with all her might. The horrid squelching that followed made her gag, nearly retching at once.
She fell onto her rear and started scrambling backwards, Sinter in her arms. Tamiya laid down her moirail in sudden realization and leapt close to the mob where Sinter had been grabbed. “A brain!” She screeched. A mass of the creature’s central organs was revealed where the redblood was removed. Tamiya thrust both of her fists into the living tumor and ripped out the core with her claws. Her face was contorted with horror, standing stock still with a barely pulsing conglomerate of organs in her hands. The amalgamation ceased to regenerate.
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seekingCylem rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2017 10:32 pm
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Sinter heals the party using his Leadership skill (1d6 + 3)!
HP: 10/20
Military Weapon: +1 DMG
YTMA Pins:
Journeytroll in Covert-Ops
Master in Leadership
Trinkets:
1/1 Agility Style B: Attack twice with 4d6. Add +1 to both accuracy rolls.
1/1 Support Style B: Roll 1d4, on a 1, 2, or 3, ally regains a quarter their max hp. On a 4, ally recovers entirely.
Sinter's sword was useless as innumerable arms tangled around his arms and legs. He snarled and snapped at the foul mess, to little avail. Tamiya's screamed rattled behind the pounding in his ears and ragged wheezing of the masses. Dully, Sinter realized the thrumming was external, and close. He tried to turn his head towards the source.
With a sharp lurch, Sinter was extracted from the heart of the beasts. For a moment he thought the ship had finally fallen. Instead, he flew in a short arc, landing cushioned or perhaps worsened by Tamiya's jagged body. Sinter struggled to wheeze air back into his lungs as Tamiya scrambled out from underneath him.
She screamed as Sinter righted himself. The thrumming. "TAKE IT OUT!" And Tamiya did just that. The core of the creature was lifted aloft and seeping streaks of that awful, oil spill of fluids. The monster went still and quiet.
"Tamiya... Thank you," Sinter said sincerely while standing. Carefully, he placed his hand over Tamiya's wrist, prompting her to drop the awful hunk of meat. He turned back to the others. "Thank you, everyone. I apologize for my... inelegance." Sinter grimaced. It wasn't the ideal choice of wording, but that wasn't the ideal combat scenario either.
"However, we know now not only that this particular brand of daywalker can be killed, but how. We have our first, concrete tactical edge on these monsters." Sinter gestured to the organ Tamiya had extracted. "Actually, if I may be so bold as to posit... It may be in our interest to... take a sample back to Alternia." Sinter hazarded a glance between Tamiya and Frossa, the defacto duumvirate of the group. "We don't have shadowdroppers this, I suppose 'advanced,' planetside. There may be some information to be gained from studying what makes these particular creatures so resilient. Maybe it could be used to help people."
Sinter was doing his best to skirt carefully the matters of scientific discovery around Tamiya. A thoughtful expression passed over his face as his eye caught the camera. "A symbol of our generation's first extra-planetary conquest! Over the Battleship Condescension no less."
Mini-bosses Slain: 2/4
Ship Advancements: 4/20 |
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Sypon rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2017 10:33 pm
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HP: 21/40
Military Weapon: +1 DMG (+1 for adult)
Power: Novice Offensive A | 1d6+1 auto hit on this attack, also removing from max hp count, 2x per battle.
YTMA Pins:
Novice Intelligence
Grandmaster Recruiting
Trinkets:
1/2 Support Style A | Heals another troll that is over 0HP by half their maximum hp, 2x per battle.
1/1 Agility Style B | 2 2d6 hits with +1 to accuracy to each on this attack, 1x per battle*.
“YEA VERILY, BITCHES!” Tamiya shouted. Still shaking but triumphant, she thrust the organs over her head as though it was a golden metal. It was fortunate that Sinter’s explanation didn’t sound too much like science, for Tamiya might have destroyed the ‘miracle of un-life’ right there.
However, it was in her best interest to maintain balance on Alternia. Such a mutation was unnatural. Horrendous corruption of the soul and body. Yucky.
She turned around to the others as though displaying the wet, quickly congealing mess for them to see. “This is probably a biohazard,” She explained, leaning sideways into the camera. “Do not touch toxic intestines in your lawn ring, wigglers.”
Tamiya extracted a baggie from inside of her uniform and discarded the contents (primarily more sparkly silver confetti). She plopped the meaty bounty inside and sealed off the container.
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melona-pan rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2017 10:34 pm
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Frossa is healing using Sinter's Leadership skill!
Frossa's arms gave the moment the mass started to deflate, leaking mass amounts of greyish coagulated blood onto the floor. She struggled momentarily to free her flail, then rounded the slain creature to let out a little cheer at the sight before her. "We did it, we did it~!" She chanted, limping slighly as she bounced from one foot to the next.
Scooping up the camera, she focused it first on the bloody glob oozing in Tamiya's hands, then up to Sinter as he spoke. "Mmm, mmm!" She hummed in agreement from behind the lens. This new shade of confidence was much more becoming. It was such great camera fodder! With this, she'd be able to appeal to a whole new lowblood demographic. "Uwahh~ What great thinking!" Turning the camera back on herself, Frossa shot a wink into the camera. "You've seen our victory here tonight first hand, folks! Superstars advancing Alternia one small step at a time~!"
Quote: HP: 11/20 Military Weapon +1 YTMA Pins: Grandmaster Tactics, Master Strength, Training Troll Relations (5 autokill + 1) 1/2 Adept Artifact, offensive style b (2d6 Deal double damage on this attack, 2x per battle. 1 ongoing damage for all turns after. The ongoing damage from these stack.) 1/1 Novice Trinket, defensive style b (nullify the damage from the last hit, 1x per battle.) 1/2 Novice Trinket, offensive style a (1d6+1 auto hit on this attack, also removing from max hp count, 2x per battle) |
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Micillia rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2017 10:34 pm
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Punkie Vielli
HP: 14;
Attack: 1D6+1;
Support trinket; heal 1/2 hp 1/1
YTMA training Academics, Novice Agility, Novice Endurance
She liked Sinter fine, he was an excellent commander! But.. well his words were verging on the... scientific..., which was just pure blasphemy. She was touched by how much Tamiya cared about him, but, well it was a lost cause... the Redblood was not going to be in the Messiahs's good light with talk like that... Tamiya was so sweet.
That love, that friendship, it made Punkie glow. Her plumpbiscuit yearned for her own... morail. It struck her, now, as her heart grew fonder, that her own morail was far, far below her.
But still, She was a little worried. Frossa was aiming the camera right at the redblood, and that was fine, for the most part, unless Sinter continued in this manner... and that was a bad path. She had to do something, and there was only one thing that came to her mind...
"Whoop Whoop ********!! This ship we will take,
cuz we bitches here are gonna take it like cake!
With our mirth combined, plus some camera pizazz,
For the empress, this ship, is gonna be one fine piece of a**!"
Advance 4
Healing for 7
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melona-pan rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2017 10:37 pm
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Frossa is healing using her Troll Relations skill! (1d4+1)
Frossa rotated the camera from Punkie, then back to Sinter, then back to Punkie. She wasn't sure who to focus on. It was all great for the camera!
So instead, Frossa turned the selfie stick towards herself.
"Wow, guys! We've been though a heck of a lot, but we're not done yet~" She posed for the camera, twisting one finger into her cheek as she smiled widely. "I'm going to bring victory back to Alternia one battle at a time, just you wait and see~!"
Next were some fluff shots. Good filler. Frossa made a big show of pulling out an assortment of decorative, glow in the dark bandaids from her bag. She unwrapped one, covered in rainbow spaceships, and popped it on Sinter's forehead while she aimed the camera strategically down at them. She then handed out a few to each, insisting they put them on.
Quote: HP: 13/20 Military Weapon +1 YTMA Pins: Grandmaster Tactics, Master Strength, Training Troll Relations (5 autokill + 1) 1/2 Adept Artifact, offensive style b (2d6 Deal double damage on this attack, 2x per battle. 1 ongoing damage for all turns after. The ongoing damage from these stack.) 1/1 Novice Trinket, defensive style b (nullify the damage from the last hit, 1x per battle.) 1/2 Novice Trinket, offensive style a (1d6+1 auto hit on this attack, also removing from max hp count, 2x per battle) |
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Sypon rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2017 10:38 pm
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seekingCylem rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2017 10:39 pm
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Sinter heals via Frossa's Troll Relations skill!
HP: 12/20
Military Weapon: +1 DMG
YTMA Pins:
Journeytroll in Covert-Ops
Master in Leadership
Trinkets:
1/1 Agility Style B: Attack twice with 4d6. Add +1 to both accuracy rolls.
1/1 Support Style B: Roll 1d4, on a 1, 2, or 3, ally regains a quarter their max hp. On a 4, ally recovers entirely.
Sinter's idea was accepted with more enthusiasm than he'd anticipated. He smiled weakly as the organ was dumped in the glitter container, and all the sound effects that accompanied it.
In the meantime, he appreciated the levity Frossa's persona brought to the situation. Under more normal circumstances, he'd likely find the frenetic cheerfulness disorienting, but it was far more preferable to zombie encounters. Treating this all like a game or a publicity stunt might have been a little tacky given the scope of what occurred on the ship, but that was a mark on Sinter's conscience that he'd deal with later.
A small hand whizzed into Sinter's vision and slapped him across the forehead. He jolted and his raised eyebrows crinkled something stuck to his forehead. He felt the object and looked around. Oh. Cute... Sinter felt his face heat up, but did nothing to remove the band-aid.
Mini-bosses Slain: 2/4
Ship Advancements: 4/20 |
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Micillia rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2017 10:40 pm
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Sypon rolled 1 8-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-8)
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2017 2:29 pm
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Sypon rolled 1 8-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-8)
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2017 2:30 pm
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melona-pan rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2017 2:31 pm
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Frossa finds an open door!
Frossa continued to babble with her idle commentry to the camera, filling the silence as the group pressed further into the halls. Throwing in another call out to the military, she then turned her camera on Sinter.
"So! Mister Heilig. Tell us more about your close encounter with the monstrousity we just faced. The camera can't capture everything. Don't spare us any details! It's good to record it while the experience is still fresh, right?" She smiled sweetly from behind the lens, gesturing him through an open door for some better lighting.
Quote: HP: 13/20 Military Weapon +1 YTMA Pins: Grandmaster Tactics, Master Strength, Training Troll Relations (5 autokill + 1) 1/2 Adept Artifact, offensive style b (2d6 Deal double damage on this attack, 2x per battle. 1 ongoing damage for all turns after. The ongoing damage from these stack.) 1/1 Novice Trinket, defensive style b (nullify the damage from the last hit, 1x per battle.) 1/2 Novice Trinket, offensive style a (1d6+1 auto hit on this attack, also removing from max hp count, 2x per battle) |
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seekingCylem generated a random number between
2 and 17 ...
17!
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2017 2:33 pm
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Sinter investigates the open room!
HP: 12/20
Military Weapon: +1 DMG
YTMA Pins:
Journeytroll in Covert-Ops
Master in Leadership
Trinkets:
1/1 Agility Style B: Attack twice with 4d6. Add +1 to both accuracy rolls.
1/1 Support Style B: Roll 1d4, on a 1, 2, or 3, ally regains a quarter their max hp. On a 4, ally recovers entirely.
The group marched down the hallway in relative peace. Occasionally Tamiya would mumble something and change course. They were still headed in the vague direction of the steering system. If Tamiya suspected something was amiss with the specific route, Sinter wasn't about to question her.
He also wasn't about to... not make suggestions. "I believe there's a storage block over there," he said, tugging lightly on Tamiya's sleeve and pointing to an open door.
Sinter held back as Frossa caught his attention. He awkwardly tried to look at both Frossa and the much taller camera, but at least didn't startle. His face twisted at the memory of the congealed mass of zombies. "Oh... Ah, well... gracious," he said the word like it was a curse, "It was painful. Everything that wasn't fleshy was sharp. I think the regeneration made the nails and teeth more durable..." Sinter dwelt thoughtfully on the inner workings of the daywalkers. "Ah!" He remembered the camera. What did audiences like again? "It was of course horrifying, though! The- The wheezing was like... like the screams of the damned, muffled by sweeps of isolation! And the pulsing! I could hear the heart of the beast deep within its... guts." Sinter waved his hands for emphasis.
"I'm very lucky for Tamiya," he finished, diverting attention to Tamiya and away from himself.
Mini-bosses Slain: 2/4
Ship Advancements: 5/20 |
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