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genovianprince rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-6)
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 Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2024 2:40 am
Character Name and journal link Super Monoceros of PorcupinesHP: 29/75 Action: Attacking, first stage magic Damage/Healing/Buff Done: 10 + 4 = 14"Quill Flash!" Quote: A burst of porcupine quills flies from Sailor Monoceros's hand, which can cause shallow scratches and/or minor puncture wounds. Any attempt to remove the quills before they vanish will cause sharp, pinpointed pain in the area; however, they don't sink in much deeper than skin-level. A user can choose to have this attack cause permanent damage or the injury will fade when the magic expires. This attack will last 20 seconds and can be used three times per battle.
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genovianprince rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2024 2:45 am
Character Name and journal link Super Hati of Cu-SithHP: 24/75 Action: attacking, first stage magic Damage/Healing/Buff Done: 10 + 2 = 12Hati noticed Cernunnos being affected by his magic and grimaced a little—but he didn't have much choice. He felt bad for affecting his allies, when the Chaos was bad enough, but they had to finish killing it all somehow. So he gritted his teeth, braced himself, and shouted, "Moor Stalk!" once more. Quote: A deafening silence settles over everyone within a ten foot radius. Shortly after the silence falls, a single, deep bark echoes through the area, and suddenly every enemy within the radius feels like they are being watched by a large, dangerous creature. The silence can be disorienting; no matter how loud anything is, while the magic is in effect they cannot hear anything but the bark--and maybe the sound of something heavy breathing just behind them. Paranoia, anxiety and fear for the invisible thread are prominent for the duration of the magic, and may persist for longer if the player desires. This attack affects all enemies within ten feet and lasts for twenty five seconds; it can be used three time per battle.
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genovianprince rolled 2 4-sided dice:
4, 3
Total: 7 (2-8)
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2024 2:46 am
Character Name and journal link Læraðr, Squire of NeptuneHP: 33/75 Action: attacking, whacking with cane Damage/Healing/Buff Done: 10 + 7 = 17Quote: As he taps and twirls it in his hands rhythmically, a rush of sound sweeps through the area. It doesn't sound like any kind of music anyone has ever heard and it's strange and otherwordly. It's a little hard to think while it plays because it's so unusual and disorienting. The magic affects every enemy within an eight foot radius, and can last for up to 30 seconds.
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Noir Songbird rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 5
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2024 2:49 am
BOSS HP: 735/2500It was clear that the creature was affected by the assault on it. For a moment, Vela’s embers created trails of fire over its oily body, but they were quickly subsumed. Punches and rocks seemed to sink into the monster’s gelatinous form, and any debris thrown into it was absorbed into the creature’s strange, viscous body.
Where Surtur’s magic struck, bits of the monster seemed to dry up and flake off, and it groaned, as if it was weighed down by the weight of his and Alastor’s combined. As if it could, somehow, be burdened.
But it did not seem particularly beholden to despair.
Cybele did draw its attention, getting a halfhearted swipe with a tentacle, but its attention seemed focused, primarily, on Daedalus.
Smog poured out from all around, making the air thick, heavy. Breathing it in tasted like poison—and even those with healthy lungs would likely be given to cough. Worse, it was thick—so thick it was difficult to see anyone else, though the dark, looming shape of the great beast was still visible, if one squinted.
And in the smog, voices, and for each person hearing them, they were the voices of people they knew. Familiar ones, comforting ones, beloved ones. Lost ones.
Rest. Lay down your burdens. Give up. Join us, here. Stay, forever.
All characters take 11 damage. The smog in the area is thick and choking, and the Chaos hallucinations are strong enough that even those above 50% HP will begin to be dangerously affected.
Remember: 0 HP does NOT mean out, it means that your character is VERY strongly affected by the Chaos! They can still participate in the battle, but may be badly emotionally struggling!
When making your post, please include the following code at the top:
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2024 2:54 am
Deep Space Eternal Sailor Daedalus
HP: 31/100
Action: responding to Surtur, and then [the distant sound of a major emotional breakdown], followed by coughing up a lung
Damage Done: N/AFor a moment, Surtur’s question shocked Daedalus out of his reverie.
Surtur. That was right. He was here, and he was real, and he was trying to save a world that wasn’t even his own—all of them were, so many people that Daedalus was supposed to lead. Supposed to guide. Supposed to help save his world.
“I…” He started, and his voice was weak, weaker than perhaps it had ever been except when he had first rolled onto Earth’s grass after escaping his own tomb. “I have to be,” he said, finally, as if that was at all reassuring.
And then, the smog rolled over him. And he was alone.
And worse, the hallucinations returned.
”Soren. Please. Everything we fought for…it’s gone, now.” His friend’s voice was so gentle. Even if they were words he never would have said, even if Daedalus would swear up and down that he would never have given up—
”You don’t need to keep fighting. You can see us all again, if you just…close your eyes. And rest.”
Daedalus slowly sank to his knees.
Maybe it was better. Maybe he ought to, for once in his life, listen to someone else. Maybe he ought to stop fighting, to just…accept that he was through. That he had done enough.
He took a breath.
That was a mistake.
The air was thick, choking, and it made him double over and cough—loud, and wet, and awful, and though he brought a gloved hand up to his mouth, when he moved it away, red spattered over the white cloth.
Maybe…maybe it wouldn’t even be his choice.
He tried to call on his magic, but halfway throguh saying "Progress--", he started coughing again, wretched and awful, and when he tried to focus without the words, nothing came.
It was as if there was nothing there for him to call upon.
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genovianprince rolled 2 4-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-8)
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2024 3:05 am
Character Name and journal link Super Demeter of AgricultureHP: 38/75 after taking DMG and healing herself Action: healing Damage/Healing/Buff Done: 10 + 4 = 14 HEALINGDemeter scowled, refusing to give in. She musn't. She wouldn't allow herself too. She'd been a good little girl for much of her life, and she didn't care anymore about her parents' orders. Not here, not now. She was fighting for her life, for the lives of everyone here, and most especially for the planet of poor Daedalus. He needed them, and she would not give up until the stupid gross monster was dead. "Come on guys, it's gotta be getting as tired as we are!" she shouted, trying to rally everyone, trying to help anyone else struggling to remain awake to... well, remain awake. "Healing Sprout!" Quote: As she calls her attack and flicks her arm, seeds scatter across the area and give way to ethereal sprouts that rapidly become various plants—pumpkins, wheat, corn stalks, tomato vines, to name a few. Spores explode into the air, healing moderate injuries for allies. This attack lasts for 35 seconds, has a radius of ten feet, and has two uses. Quote: Healing for anyone who wants to be nearby!!
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Amasis rolled 1 12-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-12)
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2024 4:20 am
Basiluzzo, Transcended Knight of UranusHP: 76/100 HP Action: hitting with his staff Damage/Healing/Buff Done: 9 DMG Boss HP: 726/2500 Where the first monster had been smog, this one was oil. The oil hurt when it hit, but the healing immediately afterward helped a considerable deal, as did Encke's attempt to mitigate the damage in the first place. A feeling of unease was already spreading through him, however, and he tried to throw himself into the fight to distract from it. Basiluzzo bit back the protest that reflexively came to his lips at Encke trying to protect him from anything, his attention being taken by the alien suddenly turning and leaving. Where was she going? Basiluzzo glanced over his shoulder as Daphne spoke a name--Lars--and ran off with her arms wide open. He went to call after her, but another tendril narrowly missed him, keeping him where he was. Well, s**t. It seemed like she was seeing something. Was it because of the oil monster? Probably. He needed to help do something about it. Moving around Encke, he whirled his staff around his head and struck it against the monster. All the while, he tried to keep an eye on Daphne to see if he needed to run after her. Then, "Basi, rest."-- No, that wasn't right. Why would Encke tell him to rest right now? Basiluzzo tried to shake his head out of it. Focus, focus.
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Amasis rolled 2 4-sided dice:
2, 2
Total: 4 (2-8)
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2024 4:29 am
Phaethon, Super Senshi of HappinessHP: 38 + 14 = 52/75 Action: healing himself Damage/Healing/Buff Done: 10 + 2d4 = + 14 HP Boss HP: 726/2500 Nembus had said that they didn't need to heal her, because other people may need it. And, honestly, after that splash of pollution from this monster? The person who needed it more was probably them. "Loren, you're doing so much. You can rest now."They shook their head vigorously, glancing around to try and find the source of the talking. Their mother couldn't be there. On Daedalus? She barely knew about their whole senshi thing, other than where it explained why Dahlia had moved in-- "Don't think so," Phaethon murmured, trying to call forth magic to muffle the noises in his brain. It worked, to some degree, and he let out a breath of relief. Only to a degree, though, since Phaethon still heard the murmurs--
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Amasis rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2024 4:35 am
Sailor Ran of GamesHP: 33-12-14 = 7/50 Action: using his last magic attack Damage/Healing/Buff Done: 10 + 1d4 = 13 DMG Boss HP: 713/2500 As more of the attacks hit him, it distracted him from his goal. The goal was, of course, wiping out these damn things on this damn homeworld. But now it filtered something else into his mind. Ran wanted to go find Encke and Basiluzzo again. At least getting near the stronger ones might protect him from this s**t at best. At the very least, he would have people around him that he knew. That would probably help deal with s**t that made him keep seeing his mothers. "Kamen, close your eyes. It's time to go to rest.""Kamen, this isn't the time. Take a breath. Stop trying against these creatures."They couldn't be there. He didn't recognize a couple of the people who were now standing near--well, one standing, one running off with her arms open--Encke and Basiluzzo, but he didn't care. He wanted to rest. He knew he shouldn't be wanting to rest. "Kamen, we told you not to go out and do dangerous things. Sit down and rest."No, no--
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Amasis rolled 1 8-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-8)
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2024 4:48 am
Stromboli, Page of UranusHP: 34 - 12 - 14 = 8/50 Action: hitting the monster through the bad time he's having Damage/Healing/Buff Done: 1d8 = 6 DMG Boss HP: 707/2500 Unlike some of the other knights around him, including his son--wherever his son was--Stromboli had no real magic. All he had was a food-turner. He would smack the monster with it, he supposed. "Stop all your work, Stromboli."The voices were more than a nuisance. He was middle-aged. They were right, this was taking a lot out of him. He did need to rest. "Your knees ache, Luke. Why don't you lay down?" They weren't wrong. But he couldn't right now. Maybe he could relocate Ibirapitá and Abzu. Considering Ibirapitá's general state, and what he was hearing now, he was fairly sure Abzu would be shooting him more looks of desperation. But did he need to? He needed to rest. "Rest, Stromboli. Lay down all of your worries."There he was. What was Ibirapitá doing? "Your family will be fine without you for a bit. Just rest." He wanted to pull himself away and take a nap. His bones ached.
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2024 6:12 am
Ibirapitá, Deep Space Senshi of ShadeHP: 7/50 Action: Distracted by the hallucination Damage/Healing/Buff Done: n/a Boss HP: 707/2500 (cw: suicide references)Ibirapitá concluded that, perhaps, he shouldn't let Abzu keep dragging him to these things. What was the point? He was endlessly being splashed with oil, draining at his energy and his sensibilities for what? Making less chaos in the universe? Why did he care? What difference would it make? There was no way to bring back lost lives. Those bodies had been ravaged by chaos. Ibirapitá hadn't seen a living soul, not including the last couple of Earth months, in what felt like eons. His husband had long been committed to the raging seas, and that was what he would have wanted, in the end. He would have wanted to be returned to Her. Her, where all of those bound to the sea belonged. Unlike him, bound to the rot. "Nothing is saying you can't join him, Dor."Ibirapitá froze. Ignoring Abzu nearby trying to get his attention through the fog, he glanced over his shoulder, and then glanced up, facing a man with golden tresses and blue eyes he hadn't gazed into in-- "Haz," he murmured, breathlessly, "you can't be here." "Why not?""You're dead." Dead somewhere else. Dead long ago. Dead, lying in a way that had torn more than just his heart apart. "Dead before you could commit to the Sea." Ibirapitá felt who he was begin to sag. He was dead. He was dead. "You have been for ... cycles." Unending cycles. "Longer than these earthlings can fathom. Longer than even Ero." The laughter he heard brought goosebumps to his skin. The laughter had felt so joyful cycles ago. That laughter now, a ringing, euphoric musical refrain, made him want to crawl into a hole. "Aye. May be true." He tilted his head, exposing the gills to the side of his neck. "I decided it was time to rest long ago. There was nothing further I could have done. Nothing further that we could have done. Too much to bear.""Haz-" "You can't save," the song he heard made him almost want to cry. "Rest your tired bones. Let them lie. Why submit to delirium when you can simply rest?"Ibirapitá found himself reaching out to the illusion. He wanted to touch his hair. Just once. There was nothing to touch. There was nothing. He was nothing. "Don't you think I've tried?" Ibirapitá choked out. The song, rusted and craggily, "won't let me die." "You aren't there anymore, Dor." The smile, all pearly whites, was oddly mischievous. It was familiar as much as it wasn't, so distant from his active memory and yet pulling and pulling and pulling-- "This might be your escape."Ibirapitá couldn't help a strained whisper of, "What is it like to ... be beyond?" Laughter followed. Ibirapitá felt his blood drain to his feet. "Couldn't tell you. My existence is in the ether. My body has long been consumed by the fishies, aye?" He chuckled. "Perhaps a loose awareness of the passage of time. A long, uninterruptable rest that I deserved after all my futile efforts. A rest I think you deserve."Ibirapitá didn't see Abzu trying to pull him back. The ether felt so ... appealing.
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Amor Remanet rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2024 6:54 am
Name: Super Murikabushi of HungerHP: 30 + 13 (Encke’s heal from round 1) = 43 + 14 (Demeter’s heal) = 57 - 11 (Chaos attack) = 46 / 75. Action: Getting healies (thanks, Encke and Demeter!), attacking with first stage magic, and then running after Daphne. Also, The Horrors™️ attempt to get him by looking like A Certain Boy. Damage Done: 10 + 1d4 [4] = 14 damage. Boss HP: 693 / 2500. The good thing about Chaos was, the b***h was always hungry. Even if Murikabushi couldn’t tell exactly what his magic would or wouldn’t do to any given agent of Chaos, he could at least guarantee that his magic would manage to do something. That kind of certainty could be hard to come by in this universe, and even though having managed to do something against the Chaos-sludge had gotten Muri pelted with heinous, extremely bitey bugs, he didn’t want to look the gift of actual efficacy in anything adjacent to its mouth.
Dimly, as the monster spewed more smog across the battlefield, Murikabushi wished that Kerberos or Ida-hime-sama had come, too. Their healing magic wouldn’t have gone amiss right now. Coughs wracked Muri’s body, deep and harsh and painful. He knew he needed to soldier on—he knew that a good magical girl wouldn’t give up in the face of this trouble and that he had to keep fighting, to get the Chaos off of Daedalus’s world (Daedalus, whom he couldn’t even see through all the smog)—but as Murikabushi doubled over, lungs trying to claw their way up through his throat as punishment for him trying to fight under these conditions, the feeling that he could ever afford to just stop hit harder than he wanted to admit.
Wouldn’t that have been nice?
It would have been, Murikabushi felt pretty certain.
He knew better than most people here what a pathetic lie that was, on the part of the Chaos. The long-surviving space senshi probably knew it better than he did, and maybe some of the other people here also knew how it went to leave Chaos behind. But having done the latter of those things himself, Murikabushi knew what a liar Chaos was. Even so, his bones ached to give in to that temptation, to let himself lie down and just stop.
As he forced himself to look back up—as he breathed out of the crook of his elbow and the fabric of his sleeve, trying to avoid as much smog as possible (a losing game, but still, he had to try)—Murikabushi glared at evidence that the Chaos-b***h was getting real ******** desperate. The figure that the Chaos had thrown up to torment him this time stood significantly shorter and slighter than Murikabushi himself, but with a presence that made him all the more intimidating even before one took in the sight of his long, black talons, the layered gold pauldron on one of his shoulders, his burning crown of fragmented iron, and the fact that he was literally on fire. For a moment, all Muri could do was stare at the Chaos-smog’s conjured image of Faustite as if to ask “I mean, are you serious?”
(Holding still had its benefits. Elsewhere around Murikabushi, plasma charged through the air, and a whole harvest’s worth of vegetation sprouted up on the battlefield, then exploded into healing spores. Even though Muri remained distracted, his assorted bruises started to repair himself, something he only noticed when the image before him seemed to flicker. Despite that healing, the image didn’t entirely dissipate. Because of course it didn’t. Why would any Chaos monster give Murikabushi a break like that? It wasn’t how Chaos operated.)
“I could take it all away for you, though,” said the illusion of A Certain Boy. “You know I have that power, now. Pluck out the pain and give you a new life among a faction where you’ll actually be supported.”
“Yeah,” Muri conceded, and immediately slipped into another coughing fit (one that prevented him from clocking how the fake in front of him was ripping off Lestat de Lioncourt rather than saying anything that sounded remotely like Faustite). “Why do you think I’ve got people telling me to stay away from you?”
“The ******** have they done for you lately,” the phony Faustite snapped. “It’s not like that in the Negaverse. Work hard and we’ll make sure you get what you deserve.”
“You’re really ******** bad at this game, aren’t you, sis.” Muri didn’t ask the Chaos a question because he’d already made up his mind. “If you can’t even bother to get in character properly, then why am I supposed to take your bullshit seriously.”
He illustrated his point by reaching out and tugging on the invisible string again, calling up his magic.
Sweeping his hand through the smog to do so, Murikabushi managed to spot someone else: a leopard-spotted pastel fuku, a bouncy ponytail and a spotted tail to match the fuku, it could only be—“Daphne!”
And god, what the ******** was she doing?
Running toward the Chaos-sludge, apparently. She had her arms stretched out for a hug, as if she thought the slime before them would embrace her in return, and—no.
Muri didn’t think about it further. He took the deepest breath he could manage through the shield of his sleeves—which wasn’t very deep, thanks to the smog, but it would have to do—and took off running after her. Thankfully, she wasn’t that far away. When he got close enough, Muri reached out, trying to grab hold of Daphne’s elbow. He tried to be as gentle as possible, but there was still a sense of urgency in his actions. Letting Daphne walk face-first into the slime was an objectively terrible idea and Muri wasn’t going to let it happen.
“Daphne, come on,” he told her, and then cut himself off with more coughing. “It’s not real.” And still more. “Whatever you think you see, it’s not. real.”
The worst coughing fit he’d experienced yet swept over Muri. Burying it in the crook of his elbow didn’t help at all. But he wasn’t going to just let Daphne annihilate herself like this.Quote: Sailor Scout Attack: Gnawing Hunger.
Enemies within 10 feet of him begin to feel a powerful hunger or sense of craving, one they feel cannot be sated, and yet, they are compelled to try. This craving can be for anything—food, drink, affection/intimacy, alcohol or narcotics, the answers to the math homework, etc.—but it is quite distracting. This spell lasts for 25 seconds, and Murikabushi can use it three times per battle.Basic Magic Remaining Casts: 0.
Super Magic Remaining Casts: 1. Seiana_ZI Encke proximity (& thanks for the heals!!)
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Amor Remanet rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2024 6:57 am
Name: DSS Corvina of WindflowersHP: 8 + 13 (Encke’s heal from round 1) = 21 + 14 (Demeter’s heal) = 35 - 11 (Chaos attack) = 24 / 50. Action: Getting a heal (thanks, Encke and Demeter!), then continuing to use his [basic] magic despite The Horrors™️. Damage Done: 10 + 1d4 [4] = 14 damage. Boss HP: 679 / 2500. The gentle touch from Lanting felt foreign to Corvina. Practically no one in his life had ever touched Corvina like that. Certainly, he couldn’t remember the last time that someone had. If it had ever happened at all, then it must have been long before the Chaos had invaded his world, borne there by his heartless, Murikabushian mother, coming in the ostensibly lovely shape of a flower.
That gentleness, however, did not prevent Corvina from being injured by the bugs that the Chaos-beast had spewn everywhere when Corvina and then Lanting had attacked. At least someone out on the battlefield didn’t seem too dissuaded by all the suffering around them, maybe they were even motivated by it. Motivated to use their magic to heal other participants in the combat. Two someones seemed to fit that description, at that, considering how the air was first suffused with heat and light, and then everything seemed to erupt with spores.
Well. Someone around here had at least some appreciation for plants. That had never been one of Corvina’s hobbies, personally, but he nevertheless respected people who could Make Things Grow.
Neither the healing nor Lanting’s gentleness made the hallucinated image of the old Corvinate King Daemon disappear. They didn’t make him talk, though, either. Corvina could live with that. Obviously, he could live with that. He’d lived with all of his father’s foul moods—all the times when he decided that his son had reminded him too much of what they’d lost when Corvina’s wretched mother had abandoned them, all the times when he’d decided that his son wasn’t even worth the effort to correct on any of his insufficient or incorrect behaviors—and Corvina had lived with all of those until he’d killed the man to save their people.
And Corvina could live with them all over again now.
Spurred forward by the graven image of his father, by the need to prove that horrific failure of a king wrong no matter what it took, Corvina snapped his fingers and exhaled across his open palm. Once more, a rush of spectral windflower petals whirled around the Chaos-sludge, and while Corvina probably should have paid attention to this, he instead caught one of Lanting’s hands. Something was going on with the Knight who’d opened his home to Corvina for no discernible reason and in spite of his own best interests.
Delicacy did not come easily to Corvina. But he had often thought about kissing the back of Zhiheng’s hand. Doing so with Shuangxu-Lanting, he tried not to be too rough. Voice low and much steadier than Corvina actually felt, he repeated what Lanting had told him just moments before, “I’m right here.”
He was here. And whatever the Chaos had made Lanting imagine before him was not. Simple, straightforward, to the point.Quote: Sailor Scout Attack: Petals On The Wind.
Corvina snaps a finger, then blows over an open palm, sending a rush of spectral windflower petals toward a single target within 10 feet of him. The spectral petals whirl around the target, after which they are seized by a sense of fragility, both physical and emotional. Although this feeling is illusory (enemies are not actually made weaker), it is difficult to shake off. Targets feel as though small emotional slights cut more deeply (e.g., passing disregard may seem like deliberate rejection), and they feel that the pain from other attacks is magnified. This magic lasts for 30 seconds; any lingering emotional effects are at individual players’ discretion. Corvina may use this attack three times per battle.Casts Remaining: 1. Noir Songbird Lanting, sweetie, I remain very sorry about your man.
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Amor Remanet rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 3
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2024 6:58 am
Name: Kaifeng, Squire of SaturnHP: 43 + 13 (Encke’s heal from round 1) = 56 + 14 (Demeter’s heal) = 70 - 11 (Chaos attack) = 59 / 75. Action: Getting a heal (thanks, Encke and Demeter!), then throwing his last forgotten spell charge at Big And Slimy. Damage Done: 10 + 2d6 [8] = 18 damage. Boss HP: 661 / 2500. Quote: Kaifeng swings his weapon at a single target within a 20-foot radius. The target is knocked back by a burst of air, cold as death. When hit by the chill, the target is seized by a brief but powerful feeling that they have died and no one cared. This attack has three uses.Uses Remaining: 0.
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Amor Remanet rolled 1 8-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-8)
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2024 7:04 am
Name: Dunwich, Page of NeptuneHP: 5 + 12 (Erinome’s heal from round 1) = 17 + 13 (Encke’s heal from round 1) = 30 + 14 (Demeter’s heal) = 44 - 11 (Chaos attack) = 33 / 50. Action: Physical attack!! Damage Done: 1d8 = 4 damage. Boss HP: 657 / 2500.
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