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Dragain rolled 8 4-sided dice:
2, 2, 2, 1, 4, 1, 3, 3
Total: 18 (8-32)
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 Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 12:35 am
Lizzy actually stared at Aymet for the longest time; if she helped him get back on his feet, she would be helping him commit more crimes against the hunters. However, not doing anything would mean that he might be killed off by some hunter seeking revenge... She frowned, gritting her teeth as she set off back into the chaos to kneel down by the dracolich's side.
"You. Take a look around and see if you can still tell me that Medea's doing it for Halloween," She could feel anger bubbling up to the surface. Anger she didn't know she had; it was a foreign feeling that almost seemed like her own thoughts were being invaded. She pressed her hands on the boil's armor, and directed her own Fear into him, her spider thread pulling him together.
Hopefully giving him enough Fear to stand up.
"Maybe you have the best of intentions, but this is wrong on so many levels," Her job done, she stood up, and stepped away. Judging you, Aymet.
HP: 50
Damage: N/A | Healed Aymet for 16 - The Chill
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 12:35 am
"I'm fine," Xiu was quick to assure the undead ghoul with a small smile, though her face had grown slightly pale, "I just...got a little dizzy there for a second, is all. Nothing to worry about."
Though in reality, the baku's heart was thrumming violently in her chest, her hands still quivering slightly as as she squeezed her eyes shut. She knew that feeling--it was the same as that one time back there, in Christmas. Her hand slid down from her temple to rest on the necklace, her lips pressing into a thin line. Why now?
It wasn't until she felt Sophie pull away did she snap out of her stupor. Instinctively, she took a step forward, hand outstretched in case she needed to pull the ghoul back. There was no way she was letting her jump into the fray. However, when her friend instead turned around and asked her to help, Xiu glanced at her in surprise before nodding solemnly.
"Leave it to me." But that being said...who could she ask to watch over the first year in her place? As if someone had read her mind, a familiar face suddenly called out to them.
"Mei," Xiu breathed, looking relieved. She gave a little nod of her head at the question, her gaze flickering towards Sophie before it settled back on the doll ghoul. "We're fine. What about you?" Mei seemed to be among the small group of students who had decided to hang back, she noticed. A small part of the baku was relieved to see that not everyone had run into the battle--the fact that so many non-initiates had ruthlessly attacked the hunters shook her to the core.
She took a deep breath. "Actually, Mei, can you do me a favour? I need to go check up on Alex. If you could watch Sophie for me for a little bit..."
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Azure Desiderium rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 6
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 12:41 am
Sharra could feel himself starting to stumble a little, not horribly, but every now and again, weakened by the blows he'd taken. Inhaling deeply to steady himself, he took a step back, nodding to Shaheen, wordless agreement to her orders. She seemed the sort all too willing to take charge, and these Horsemen were clearly battle-savvy, a fact that the Nergal could appreciate. He'd seen flashes of those on the sidelines, those choosing not to take part, the scared faces of the students who shouldn't even be here, people like Sophie. Jack help the lot of them....
"Sounds good!" He replied to Belladonna, mustering as much energy into his voice as he could, and he turned to attempt to rake his claws down their sickle-wielding foe's side. Turnabout was fair play, after all...
Though it seemed she didn't at all appreciate that, and the sickle caught him 'cross the shoulder.
Sharra: 15/40
Target: Mist Hunter - Female with a Sickle
Mist HP: 43/80
Damage: 5
FEAR: Y1 BC, Y2 BC
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Seussi rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 2
Total: 4 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 12:45 am
It was nice to have troops that actually listened for a change. Nice to fall into the leadership role that she was so accustomed to and to actually feel comfortable in it. For once the voices in her head had quieted to a murmur, a light babbling that she could at least ignore while there were more important matters to attend. Like this silly human with her pathetic weapon that kept attacking her when she should really just die already. Shaheen moved forward, taking the brunt of the attack while a bit of the Fear in her crystal lent strength to the shallow cut she sent across the hunters stomach with her blade. "Good. Keep it up." She encouraged the other two, her eyes alighting upon the hunters face. "Will you scream for me before you die, human? I'll bet I can make you scream~" Her voice lilted up into a sing song tone before she laughed, dodging to the side before the sickle could strike against her again. Shaheens HP: 20/40 DMG: distortion point +2 Distortion: 2 Fear: 10 FEMALE MIST/MOON WITH SICKLE HP: 41
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medigel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 2
Total: 7 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 12:52 am
Blood. Death. Bodies.
Mort reeled when he and Freya stumbled in the snow, at once knowing he would have vomited if he had been capable and also wishing that he could - anything to get rid of the bile rising in his Core. The hand already about her shoulders grasped her tightly as he was besieged with a brief interlude of a different day of death he had participated in, worse so willingly. Five had been killed that day. Five weaponless humans on their way to a funeral.
And now they were on their way to another one: a genocide even.
He wasn't supposed to feel sick at the thought of killing so many Hunters in one go, but he did. Plain and simple. Tearing his eyes away from the bloodshed, he located his friends and led Freya along at his side, quietly murmuring things like, "Keep eyes on me, f-found friends . . ." At least Herryk wasn't roaring just yet; he wasn't sure how much more he could take.
One thing at a time.
Sophie. Sophie was there Jack dammit, Alex. "Over here!" he called to her as they waded on forward, his eyes narrowing as he turned his gaze next to the hunter several were battling. And one that looked as if he or she had been going for a while too, judging from the haggard looks the fighters had.
"C-Can help defend if want to," Mort told Freya gently as he eased himself away from their half-hug, half-supporting position. "Don't have to if don't feel like. Just keep wits 'bout you n' stay close t'me. Gonna try distract Hunter some so can bring others over too."
And with a knuckle crack, a small spark was sent the mist Hunter's way just before Mort charged in to take the brunt of the attack. He backed away a bit after the initial failure to hit, but at least he got the guy's attention for a moment. "Look tired, friend. Can back off if need to," he told the blond-haired boil in passing, taking a more defensive stance between him and Bells, whom he casted a concerned look towards. She seemed to be holding her own, but . . . He stayed close regardless and offered a wordless look asking if she was alright.
Alex was . . . Huh. He looked out of commission. Crap. Too many people to look after, too many things going on at once.
Just . . . s**t. Breathe, man.
HP: 45/50
Damage: 1 gj on your entrance there
Fear: 0
Distortion: 3Quote: SMALL FEMALE MIST ACTING AS MOON WIELDING A SICKLE. 40/80HP Quote: For my sanity you're all near each other somewhat even if you aren't okay shhhh
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 1:11 am
" Hey, ghouls, are you alright? Need some help?" AJ spotted Xiu, Sophie and another unfamiliar face and yelled at the group. He wiped the blood on his face, it's better not scare the ghouls. " You are...?" He asked Mie the doll ghoul. The battlefield was fun, and those humans gave red bloods, his favourite color. Actually, no one can stop him from indulged in fighting except his friends. Yes. He only knew them for a short time, but he already treated them all as friends. So if they needed help, he would be there, always. Where's Alex? ---------------------------------------------- HP: 24/ 30 Fear: Y1 Battle Cry Damage: - Target: - FEAR: 10 NOT ATTACKING
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 2
Total: 3 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 1:12 am
And then a Shik appeared with a dagger in hand and a bloodlusty grin on his face. Gore, death, screams of battle: gods, it would have been like Christmas if Shik actually knew what the holiday was.
Now if only it wasn't done someplace cold, he'd be in even better spirits. Ah well. He pounced onto the Hunter with an orangey edge to his dagger and danced away as the sickle slammed him, wheezy with laughter as he sidled by Shaheen. "Delightful~" he purred, hefting the dagger. "Amassed a small horde of minions already?"
He liked a woman who could assert her authority after all. Much better than the pale version he had fought weeks before.
HP: 35
Damage: 2 (distortion)
Fear: 0
Distortion: 3 - 1 = 2Quote: SMALL FEMALE MIST ACTING AS MOON WIELDING A SICKLE. 38/80HP
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Azure Desiderium rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 1
Total: 2 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 1:13 am
Shaheen's words sent an absolute chill down Sharra's spine. There was a difference between this adrenaline-fueled battle they were fighting, and taking out one's enemies for the sheer thrill of it. Something told the demon that this lass had crossed that line a very long time ago. Regardless, it certainly wasn't something to be concerned with just now, as living was far higher on the priority list.
Seeing Mort stumble in with the valkyrie...Freya... the Nergal eyed him, "You gonna make it...?" Sharra was still braced in a defensive position, keeping quite a goodly bit of his focus on their mutual foe. She, after all, would not stop to have tea and chat a bit. It was good that they were getting more allies, but the zomboil seemed just about as thrilled about this as Xiu had been.
To give his companions a moment, he threw his next attack, claws hissing with their imbued decay, the darkness of his Nergal form beginning to crawl up his arm...towards the Mist Hunter's face. A plan that worked not at all well, as her sickles countered...and sliced rather violently across his arm, causing the Nergal to recoil with a stifled sound of pain. All right, so not the greatest of ideas.
Sharra: 10/40
Target: Mist Hunter - Female with a Sickle
Mist HP: 40/80
Damage: 0
FEAR: Y1 BC, Y2 BC
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 1:13 am
As Lizzy weaved FEAR back into him, the heavy metal framework that was Aymet stirred back to unlife. He heard her words. Even with his face buried in the snow his answer rang clear from the crystals that lit up with contempt. "I can." The snow around his claws was already bleeding pink as it washed away his sins. He rose halfway, carefully, his attention split between his unhappy rescuer, and battle he'd fallen in. On his knees some feet from her, he rubbed one hand protectively over his wrist, hiding the the embedded crystal halfway blackened with potent energy. It was addictive, by now, even if it felt like a mere substitute for the power he craved. Even so, his confidence refused to be broken, and despite being berated he felt strong - powerful - better than Lizzy or any of the others who glorified weakness. But Aymet didn't go anywhere yet - maybe he didn't have the strength, or maybe Lizzy's words had gotten through to some part of him long overshadowed by other forces, buried so deep he wouldn't have realized it existed any longer. HP: 16/50 CHARGE: 4
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Seussi rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 5
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 1:19 am
Her troops seemed to be falling apart just a bit, and she scowled at them. Hadn't she told them to keep it together? But then Shik was there and attacking and that made things slightly better, though the attack that was swung at him ended up clipping against Shaheen as well, and she could feel her Fear shield shuddering, already so weak even after such little time had passed since the battle had begun. "What can I say? I guess they were all attracted to my natural leadership abilities." She smirked, before darting in when the hunter was distracted by the students on her other side, getting in another slash with a blade that seemed to be infused with a golden hued aura. "Now let's see how much we can make this one bleed." Her lips curled into a much more sadistic smile, the cocky and self-satisfied look from before all but vanishing from her features. This was where Shaheen belonged, where she was most comfortable, and where everything else just melted away. This was what she was good at. Shaheens HP: 15/40 DMG: 2 + 2 = 4 Distortion: 1 Fear: 10 FEMALE MIST/MOON WITH SICKLE HP: 34
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 1:27 am
Aymet's answer came as a surprise to Lizzy; she never knew the dracolich very well, but she thought that he would be able to see the madness around him, around Medea's plan... It was precisely because of the way horsemen slaughtered humans that caused the hunters to take them, and in extension, hate Halloween. How could he not see that?
She couldn't help pitying him, assuming that he only wanted what he thought was best for Halloween. She wanted power too - power to protect the things and people she loves, but not like this... Never like this. Never had she thought of obtaining power through Fear gathered from mass murders.
She just looked on with disappointment.
HP: 50
Damage: N/A NOT ATTACKING
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medigel rolled 3 8-sided dice:
4, 7, 1
Total: 12 (3-24)
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 1:32 am
(( First d8 = Mort defend, Last 2d8 = Shik attack ))
Shik just snorted in response because, with a re-established confidence now in Shaheen, he had to be snarky about. "Sound tactics," he noted with a smirk as he ducked into combat again , suffering another swipe at his wings but able to better dig his dagger into the Hunter's barrier.
"Aaah, the blood~ This is what I've missed most."
HP: 30
Damage: 4
Fear: 0
Distortion: 3Quote: FEMALE MIST/MOON WITH SICKLE HP: 30 ~ ~ ~ "M'fine." Mort offered him a grim smile. "Better than you t'least. Might wanna back off this one til feel better." He took a more defensive stance in front ot the demon, his metal arm humming with stored energy.
"T-Take it easy, friend. Must ask why you're here when is obvious death around. Killing isn't Halloween way, y'know."
HP: 45
Distortion: 3
Defending: 4 (Sharra)
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Seussi rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 1:37 am
It took some time, but the zomboil was finally able to push himself rather more unsteadily then usual to his feet. He still felt dizzy, his ears were still ringing from the blows he had taken to his head. In fact, he actually stumbled backwards a few steps before he was able to stop himself, wavering where he stood, taking in a deep breath just to steady himself, not because he required the oxygen. There. That was better. A quick glance behind him showed that Xiu and Sophie were still out of harms way, still managing to stay safe. He couldn't stop now though, couldn't go back. There was only one way forward, one way to go on this path he had chosen for himself. He caught sight of blue and turned towards it, watching his zombro attack another hunter, watched the hunter as it viciously attacked horsemen and students alike, slashing at them all with her sickle. He stumbled forward, he swung a punch, but either his timing was off or he was still dizzy and perhaps not seeing things where they actually were. He missed completely and as a reward the hunter buried her foot in his stomach, doubling him over with a "wumphing" sound before he collapsed to his knees. This was just awful. Pathetic and awful. He was getting his undead a** handed to him right now. Alex's HP: 25/50 DMG: 0 Distortion: 0 Fear: 10 FEMALE MIST/MOON WITH SICKLE HP: 30
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Nio Love rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 2
Total: 4 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 1:46 am
The small, pathetic bundle of ghoul under Mort's arms nodded, letting her hood fall just enough so she could see in front of her. The battlefield of death and fighting wasn't as traumatizing to her, as it was to Mort. In fact, it felt somewhat invigorating. She was shaking, her arms pulled tightly around her, but she felt her valkyrie blood pumping in her veins. It called her to join the fight. She wanted to rend and tear just as badly as anyone else.. but her heart was elsewhere. She let him pull away, and stood there, feeling anxious and exposed already. But around her flanked the students, friends of Mort and friends of hers alike. She looked to her left, where Mort was joining in the fight, and to the right, where Bella was holding up her own. She wanted to be with them. She wanted to help. The hunter everyone was ganging up on looked fiesty, but she must have known that she was being outnumbered. Freya tried to kick the woman as she ran past, but she missed and kicked nothing but air. She didn't care. Just the attempt already made her smile. She saw Sharra, and a horseman, ready to come down on the hunter with energetic fervor, and her haunted eyes watched, enraptured. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, after all. HP: 45/50 Damage: wow, just no Fear: 0 Quote: SMALL FEMALE MIST ACTING AS MOON WIELDING A SICKLE. 30/80HP Quote: Physical Desc: Blonde, blue eyed valkyrie, normally spunky but absolutely devastated at the moment, Freya's wrapped up tighter than a quesadilla and she looks like hell on earth. Quote: what medi said @ everyone 2getha
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LOLTERNATIVE rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 6
Total: 11 (2-12)
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 1:50 am
Sophie gave a nod to the ghoul who arrived. "We're fine but.." her eyes focused on the students battling. "They're not.." Sophie felt sick standing there, not doing anything. Of course, no matter how much she wanted to, she wasn't sure there was much the ghoul could do. She wasn't built for fighting. She didn't like it. But still.. She was sure not all the students here liked it either.
However, when she was seeing nothing but her brother getting hit over and over again, something in Sophie snapped and she couldn't take anymore. She pulled herself away from Xiu's side and bounded over to Alex, jumping in front of him and thrusting out a fist at the hunter that appeared to enjoy using her brother as a punching bag. Of course, her advances weren't without consequences as the hunter returned a hit, sending a fist cracking into Sophie's side. She let out a whimper and seemed to slump for a moment before she stood back up. She was too focused to care right now.
Turning to her brother, she gave a half smile, a half grimace. "You can yell at me later, okay?"Sophie's HP: 25 DMG: 5 FEMALE MIST/MOON WITH SICKLE HP: 25
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