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prolixity rolled 2 12-sided dice:
3, 12
Total: 15 (2-24)
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 Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 1:06 pm
Jordan's pride stung worse than his ribs, and he rolled dizzily to his feet, managing to stay clear of Rep and Tracey as they came down; his swing only clipped the shadowman, but at least he'd hit it. ... They were going to end up in the infirmary simply because of stupidity.
HP: 51/60
Damage: 2
Charge: 1/3
Modifier: 6+9, capped at 13
Boss HP: 41
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Bilious rolled 2 12-sided dice:
8, 11
Total: 19 (2-24)
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 1:08 pm
"Don't listen to him!" Jerry snarled, moments before pulling the trigger and sent a blast to hopefully knock the shadow guy back and off his feet. Deep breaths. He could still feel the alcohol swirling in his system, but if he stayed focused... he could do this. They could take him down this time.
HP: 41
Modifier: -13
Damage: 6
Boss HP: 35
Charge: 2/3
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lizbot rolled 2 12-sided dice:
11, 10
Total: 21 (2-24)
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 10:31 pm
The hits left the shadowman reeling and swaying, and when he set to moving once more, it was with much less grace than before. "I must admit you have some flair," it panted before lunging at Jerry and backhanding the hunter. "But three against one isn't quite fair." It gave a piercing whistle and in the corner of their eyes, it seemed the shadows around them quivered. HP: 35Damage to Jerry: 15Suffering Status If your character has been drinking alcohol or any form of drug, add 2 to your damage modifier. If your character has lost memories of being a hunter, add 1 to your damage modifier for every memory set they've lost. Decrease their charge attack by one tier (unless already at tier I). Modifier Cap is 13 (total)
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Baneful rolled 2 12-sided dice:
12, 8
Total: 20 (2-24)
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 11:01 pm
They were making a ******** difference. The change in the guy's tone was evident, and it made Rep pick up his pace and focus. They were close. They could get him.
The shivering shadows though, those were a little bit ******** unsettling.
When he attacked it was with renewed vigour.
HP: 41
DMG: 7
Charge: 1/3 GC used.
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Bilious rolled 2 12-sided dice:
9, 6
Total: 15 (2-24)
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 11:13 pm
The slap didn't feel like a slap, that was for sure, sending the man tumbling off kilter with a wheeze. He caught his footing, pushing his glasses back up his nose as he hefted Roar again to fire as quickly as he could before the creature wasn't too far out of range.
"Flair, Fair, you can't compare. If I'm not mistaken, you're getting scared!" He wheezed, grinning a trembling, slightly manic grin. The shadows were flickering.
It was just the absinthe. Ignore it. Focus. Don't let him get to you. "A big tough creature like you, man- can't stand up to a bunch of drunk human!"
HP: 26
Mod: -13
Damage: 2
Charge: 3/3
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prolixity rolled 2 12-sided dice:
6, 3
Total: 9 (2-24)
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 2:53 am
The flickering movement of the shadows distracted Jordan, and he hung back, frowning. He would have put the effect down to alcohol, but the shadowman's jab about three against one had him concerned.
HP: 51/60
Damage: sigh
Charge: 1/3
Modifier: 6+9, capped at 13
Boss HP: 26
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 3:23 am
"I guess it's true," the shadowman gasped at the hits, falling back once more. "You've got me on the defense.." it crumpled. "So I guess I gotta try..." And the shadowman stood back up straight and confident once more, opening his arms wide as the darkness swelled around him. "With a little help from my friends."HP: 26
HP: ???
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prolixity rolled 2 12-sided dice:
4, 2
Total: 6 (2-24)
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 4:40 am
Yeah. That had been exactly what Jordan thought it was. He switched Ferros to his left hand and dug his phone out of his pocket, hanging back and cursing the agonizing few seconds it took to boot up. He could only hope that one or more of the people he was trying to alert had their phones on. Quote: Text to Harrison, Robert, & Candace: Ambushed outside the dorms, help HP: 51/60 Damage: neutral Charge: 1/3 Modifier: 6+9, capped at 13 Boss HP: 26
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 8:00 am
Harrison had found the spare red bedsheets, and his work gloves.
He had them wrapped around his shoulders like a cloak, and was wearing one of Rep's longer robes, although he seemed embarrassed about the long opening in the front, and had fastened it as securely as he could manage.
He was determined to help.
Maybe it wasn't working because they weren't in battle.
Harrison stormed up, rolled up his sleeves, and pointed both palms at the wave of shadows.
He started to sweat. A vein stood out on his temple. His arms shook. Work, he plead, just this once, work.
Yeeeeeah, B0nez said, button mashing, not so much.
HP: 60
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Eight rolled 2 12-sided dice:
8, 4
Total: 12 (2-24)
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 8:06 am
During this kind of situation a text like that was not one that would go ignored. Jordan was lucky Candace had turned her phone on to check for messages before turning it back off again. She took off in a full run straight for the dorms, skidding to a stop when she caught sight of the..shadow...thing. Was that a man?
"What the hell.." Jordan really meant ambush. Wow. Okay. She'd ask questions later. She ran in summoning Atropos and slashed at a shadow, kicking it away from Harrison and frowning at him. ********. He was messed up. This wasn't good. What was wrong with him?
"Uh..Harrison, you should really summon your weapon..." Did he even know how to do that? ********: 60/60
Damage done: 6
Charge: 1/3; 0/3 spent
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Baneful rolled 2 12-sided dice:
11, 6
Total: 17 (2-24)
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 8:47 am
Rep raised a brow at the swell of shadows, not sure what to make of it, if it somehow meant that there was some serious attack on the way or something else entirely. The fake him had no idea about what was happening either.
When Harrison showed up there was a twinge of relief which quickly became depression when he realised that yes, he was indeed still completely mental. And now he was in danger.
Candace showing up didn't make him feel any better either. He wasn't sure he wanted an audience for this shambles. It was just a few ******** shadows, he could do it. He was fine.
HP: 41
DMG: 4
Charge: 2/3 GC used.
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Bilious rolled 7 4-sided dice:
1, 4, 3, 3, 3, 3, 4
Total: 21 (7-28)
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 8:49 am
"No... no no we've GOT him, we can do this!!" Jerry was wheezing. He had never called in reinforcements before... it proved they were really making a difference. "COME BACK OUT YOU COWARD!!"
Jerry himself was shaking at the growing shadows. No. No he wasn't afraid of that sort of thing anymore. He wouldn't let them see him afraid. His shot went high all the same, despite the gathered energy in Roar's gullet.
He barely registered the arrival of backup, his attention focused intently on the writhing, shifting throng of shadows. "I'll kill him, I'll do it this time, I can do it this time, just come out-"
HP: 26
Mod: -13
Damage: Miss >8|
Charge: USING!
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 8:08 pm
Harrison scowled, flexing his fingers.
"I don't have a weapon, Bonez is a familiar. You know that."
HP: 60
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 8:12 pm
"He's no a ******** familiar." Rep snapped. "He's a ******** living, breathing dude. In your head. In this shithole, he's your weapon." It had taken him a while to realize that Tracey's voice in his head tied in directly to the axe he was currently swinging around.
"Don't think about magic, don't think about. Anyone. " like your King, he thought bitterly. "Just think about ********. Swords. B0nez. Let him lead." the other him had memories vague and baffling about the dual blades.
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Toshihiko Two rolled 2 12-sided dice:
5, 12
Total: 17 (2-24)
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 8:26 pm
Harrison gave Rep a look.
Truth. Are we seriously back in tutorial mode. Ok you remember calling me the first time right? Ok like...so you need to fight, right, and you need something to do it with...
"Fire."
Not fire. Well ok. Sort of fire. I guess I'm more electric-type...
Harrison growled. "I can't...feel the fire, anyway, like normally-"
New game, new rules, think stabbing. You kind of suck at a lot of stuff but thinking about stabbing is not one of those things. That you suck at. ...We're going to get mobbed here seriously.
"Like some kind of jacking...grim?" Harrison asked, skeptical, and then offended, "Or a knight?"
Whatever. Saddle up for melee class. Think tall, dumb, and stabby.
Harrison reluctantly withdrew his hands, and curled them into fists. Stabbing. Okay. Stupid, and more up close and personal than he would have liked. Focus on-
A pair of swords appeared in his hands.
He seemed more surprised than anyone.
"Hey-" he said, turning the strange, glowing blades over. "Hey." The skull, at least, was vaguely familiar, if frozen into powerful and circuited metal.
Yeah, great, congratulations you are an enormous dumbass. Do you read every instruction manual...never mind. You know what to do with swords, right. I don't have to describe this one in detail.
Harrison sneered. "Yeah, I think I can handle the delicate intellectual work." He clenched the swords, and rammed them straight into what he could get of shadow-guy-conglomerate.
Heheheh, ohhhh yeah, there it is. I like. ...ok this is great and all but yeah, actually...
"I don't do defense."
HP: 60
DMG: 10
CHG: 1/3
MOD: 7
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