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Amorpheous rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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 Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2016 3:53 pm
Stepping through the flames, Erica resisted the urge to flinch, setting her expression to not give anything away. She walked with her back straight, hands loose at her side and when she stepped into knee deep snow (her knees weren't the highest in the world), she immediately looked up. The birds were magnificent, but she had only a split second to admire them, to try and discern their origin, before they were attacking. Instinct and fighting reflexes honed by years of kickboxing with an almost competitive fervor led her to quickly swing up with her throwing axe.
Release, then catch. Her axe hit its targets, but the blade didn't seem to do the damage it should have; it came back down clean without a bird attached. She had to watch the axe to catch it, but the flurry of activity made it impossible to tell why it was that her blade didn't seem to act like a blade against the birds.
The break the axe created was all she needed to begin running. Axe back in hand, she began the trek down to the hotel. Lifting her knees high to get through the snow with minimal resistance. Keeping her head low, she used her height to her advantage. Many of her fellow Chosen towered over her or, in other words, they were more easily accessed targets. She ran among them and allowed them to take the hits for her.
This was only the beginning; no point in taking any unnecessary injuries when she could avoid them. When she reached the hotel, she was clearly one of the lucky ones with only her hair out of place. She had made it, obviously.
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Soldier of Song rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2016 4:13 pm
While this was an environment far better suited to Davor, he didn't have much time at all to enjoy the snow, immediately descended on by the wild flock of birds. Oh, no, not sparrows at all indeed -- flinching at their raking claws and the flurry of feathers, Davor lifted his warhammer and swung, just like that, clearing the air if only for just a moment. He didn't stop to see the broken bodies he'd left in his wake, making for the hotel where all the other Chosens were struggling towards, too.
Running through snow was, at least, something he was used to. Davor may have lost a lot but certainly not his stamina as he trudged onward, blue eyes darting around for anyone who might need help. All of them, really, but it was a relief to see many of the Chosen holding their own against the birds well. He was back into that familiar state of mind, adrenaline coursing through him and carrying him through any fear or hesitation he might have had and so too, he could imagine, were the others emboldened by their weapons.
But there was one of the downsides with the weapon he chose, Davor quickly realized -- he had to let the birds close before he could really get at them and strike them down, the talons tearing at him as he made his descent before he cut another swathe through, and more came after them, and repeat, each iteration making him more and more keyed up and his swings coming harder, more vicious in spite of himself.
By the time Davor made it to the hotel, he was bloodied and panting with the effort, but he'd made it and with only a little trauma to show for it. Still, he didn't allowed himself much time to calm down at all, moving forward for whatever was next.
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2016 4:37 pm
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2016 4:38 pm
i'll edit em in one big go
43/50 HP
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2016 4:39 pm
becuse that wont be daunting right
43/50 HP
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ShortGreen rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2016 1:12 am
These were not pigeons! Not at goddamn all! With a shriek, Misha brought her buckler up over her head and ducked beneath it. Instincts for survival? Check. She felt one bird hit the raised shield hard and heard its talons rake across the metal. Its weight threw her off balance completely. She stumbled in the snow and her arm lowered, the shield coming down with it. As the protective circle dropped down to brush the snow around her lower legs, another bird came careening downwards. Misha threw herself bodily to one side and landed in the snow. However, the move wasn't fast enough. A sharp line of pain ran down her free arm. She looked down, relieved to see nothing more than a bit of tearing to her sleeve. But still... She looked up to spot another bird aiming for her. [-2 health, 48/56]
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ShortGreen rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2016 1:39 am
As the talons dragged over her hastily raised shield, Misha could not quite bite back a whimper. This was not at all what she had in mind and she found it impossible to think Aphrodite wanted her Chosen to be rolling around in the snow and being savaged.
[-2 health, 46/56]
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ShortGreen rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2016 1:42 am
This was really, really, really not going well at all.
With a vicious French curse, Misha stumbled to her feet again and tried to run towards the ruined chalet, hoping it would provide some cover while she got her bearings back.
Another bird dove low and she felt the bite and pressure of talons at her back.
[-2 health, 44/56]
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Chrystali rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2016 11:20 am
One moment, she was in the Prytaneum - which she daresay she was beginning to adjust to - and the next, she was in a scene of pure chaos. The scale of it was beyond her immediate scope of understanding; as far as the stunned songstress was concerned, it was like walking into a disaster movie. Rose remembered the Goddess' words and kept moving so as to not cause a traffic jam, but she didn't know where to go - what to do first. There was so much going on. There was so much that needed to be done. But first -- she had to get to the destination she could see across from the swooping birds, the ones that were attacking her friends and colleagues, the ones she would have to dodge too. She thought -- for a split second, she thought she saw Marsiol, and unthinking, she dashed into the walkway -- -- and immediately sunk into the snow. She was so shocked that she didn't initially move, making her a prime target. Rose ducked, but not fast enough, feeling the very real tear of metal against her clothed shoulder. Quote: Rose: 50 - 3 (Ranged Weapon) - 2 (Attack) = 45
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Chrystali rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2016 11:21 am
Another dove in before she could retreat or bound forward, snagging her hair with a sharp yank. Rose cried out softly in surprise and waved her hand to scare the avian off. She couldn't very well unshoulder her bow and start firing, not knee-deep in snow without some fortification or even footing, and even waving them off would only do so much. Putting her hood on to protect her head and face, she tried to press onwards, heart thundering wildly in her chest. She'd been anticipating some sort of a battle, something wild, something chaotic -- but to be entirely at the mercy of the beasts that were the cause of all of the above was not something she had exactly accounted for. It unnerved her, very nearly frightened her, but Rose was not one to give into fear -- not when she could be driven instead.
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Chrystali rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2016 11:22 am
It seemed like there was an entire swarm descending on the path between where they'd emerged and where they needed to be. Rose could feel the unnaturally sharp claws pulling at her jacket, could feel the beaks that snapped at her hands scarcely covered by her cuffs. Were these the types of monsters they'd have to look forward to? Metal feathers, what next - titanium claws, plastic shards of teeth? Rose bit back a rueful laugh, knowing she'd be in trouble if she let her panic get to her now. Quote: Rose: 43 - 2 = 41 Weapon: Bow (4 base, +1 dmg)
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Chrystali rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2016 11:23 am
Okay, they were kind of starting to actually hurt. Rose could feel the same spot she'd been hit on the back of her shoulder starting to sting, promising a scratch through the jacket or in the very least, a bruise come nightfall. And this was just trying to get to where they were supposed to be! She stumbled back as one of the birds dove low enough to nearly graze her nose, uttering a sound of disbelief and swinging her hand. She hit it, but holy crap that hurt -- Quote: Rose: 41 - 2 = 39 Weapon: Bow (4 base, +1 dmg)
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Chrystali rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2016 11:24 am
Okay. No more swinging fists. She needed her hands to fire, to mend, to be useful - beating up metal birds was not the smartest thing she'd ever done but Rose wasn't the type to just stand there and be bird food. Another bird dove and hit the back of her neck. She elbowed another as it tried to catch an updraft, which hurt but considerably less than her knuckles. The birds were stubborn, if nothing else, bringing questions to mind that she could not even begin to fathom answers for - namely, were they mere agents of chaos or did they have a purpose? Did they just wish to inhabit the mountains, or were she and the others scurrying through the snow little more than food for the metallic fiends? None of the options seemed overly promising. Quote: Rose: 39 - 2 = 37 Weapon: Bow (4 base, +1 dmg)
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Chrystali rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2016 11:25 am
Annoyance rippled through her brow. Rose tucked her head low and charged through the snow, a woman possessed. Maybe it was Apollo, maybe she was just tired of being picked on by scrap heaps in the forms of birds, but she wasn't going to stop this time. She had half mind enough to seize some of her arrows, and when they got too close with their sharp and pointy bits, she'd jab right back. A few scratches later, she was safely across the snowbank - safe being a relative term. Tucking her hood down, she looked around with alarm at the scene playing out before her: more chaos, more wounded, so many bleeding and scared. Seeing the faces of those who didn't understand - even less than they did! - gave her the resolve she needed. It wasn't about her or her own fears or doubts: she had been Chosen, and it was time to start acting like it. Quote: Rose: 37 - 2 = 35 Weapon: Bow (4 base, +1 dmg)
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ShortGreen rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2016 12:13 pm
Chrystali rollin for Rose it's cool she'll just be DEAD BEFORE SHE GETS TO DO ANYTHING I FEEL YOU. Misha, darn it, get out of there! 42/56
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