Part 1 Mechanics - roll your regular attack - roll your regular attack again - if you miss an attack, you lose 50% of your full HP - if you have an available recovery bonus, you may try to use that to avoid HP loss
Bonus Mechanics - Mist/Sun Trainees: 1 recovery
Part 2 Mechanics - there are two steps worth of traps in this room, so you'll be rolling twice
- roll 1 d10 to determine what your character is about to step into - use your bonus mechanic to adjust as you can - adjust your HP and bonus count accordingly - roll 1 d10 to determine what your character is about to step into - use your bonus mechanic to adjust as you can - adjust your HP and bonus count accordingly - roll list: (feel free to get creative about what the traps actually were) (-50% HP is off your full HP, so if you hit -50% twice, then you are 100% KO'd)
01. horrible death 02. - 50% HP 03. - 50% HP 04. live 05. live 06. - 50% HP 07. horrible death 08. - 50% HP 09. horrible death 10. live
Bonus Mechanics - Mist/Death Trainees: 1 flag and one instinctive move
Part 3 Mechanics - use the given roll for your hunter to try and open the lock on her right manacle. Rolling a 1 means you fumbled, and the cuff exploded causing both you and the princess to lose 50% of your full HP. - roll to repeat the process on the left manacle.
Bonus Mechanics - Mist/Life Trainees: roll 1d6
Part 4 Mechanics - roll 2 d8 to determine your defense against the trap area. - roll 2 d8 to determine how much trap damage targets the princess. - adjust her HP accordingly - roll 2 d8 to determine your defense against the shadowling area. - roll 2 d8 to determine how much shadow damage targets the princess. - adjust her HP accordingly - leftover defense does not stack
Bonus Mechanics - Mist/Moon Trainees: + 2 defense
its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 1Total: 5 (2-16)
Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2014 3:11 pm
Fresh off the steps of the portal back from Mexico, and Leslie couldn't think of anything but his own misery, chained to a bad place inside his own head.
(He couldn't eat much, either, fixated on the betrayal he'd done to himself, his body, and his principles.)
So, he threw himself into work, with varying amounts of success.
Needless to say, the tower wasn't off to a good start.
Princess Taym was just as unbearable as the real one, and twice as hard to move, stick figure or not. Leslie couldn't carry him, not with all that lace and taffetta in burnt umber, and the endless diatribes he was treated to about how his ears were, frankly, a charm point.
"You are a sack of s**t," he said, and wished that the princess had been a real girl. It would have been easier.
its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 5Total: 7 (2-16)
Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2014 4:41 pm
It is but the first part of his attempt to ascend, and he hoped it'd be the very last. The floors above are daunting, and the techs make fun of him from head to toe on his way in.
But, at least, he could yank the princess along by the satin ribbon wrapped around his waist.
"Come on," Leslie barked, through the princess' comparisons to how he was, at least, as reviled as Courtney Love ('and you know why!') and how it was just as unfair. So unfair.
Leslie sighed, dragging Princess Taym up to the second floor.
Navigating through traps was hard enough flying solo-- or so he'd heard from anyone that had braved the horrors of Deathsweeper-- that Leslie was nervous about bringing a second. Especially considering the fact that Her Highness wasn't exactly cooperating.
Every now and again, he stooped to jab Leslie in the ribs as hard as possible, all while whispering conspiratorially: "I'm Princess Obadiah Thompson, and I like to squeal like a pig for the needle!"
They escaped by the skin of their teeth, but it involved barrelling forwards at full speed, since Leslie had been shoved onto a pressure plate.
"Jesus christ!" What a narrow ******** miss. That was a lot of arrows, just then. A lot of ******** arrows.
Status
Stage: 2
Your HP: 40 Princess HP: 20/20
Stage 2 Flags and Instincts: 0 (changing 3 to 4) Stage 4 Bonus HP: +2 defense
its me debz rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4Total: 4 (1-6)
Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 7:12 pm
Of all the steps that were going to give him trouble, Leslie hadn't anticipated unlocking the manacle to be a pain. But oh, how it was: Princess Thompson enjoyed touching only when he was being a little s**t, and was now screaming (at the very top of his, apparently, very large lungs).
"NO. You are not the light of my life, nor the fire of my loins, Miller. I refuse, unless," --at this point, it should be noted, that he broke into the tune of Lana Del Ray-- "we're off to the races, with cases of Bacardi chasers--"
His Highness (first of his name-- the very first, and today was the day that Leslie learned that Taym's full name was more retarded than a cat missing four chromosomes) refused to let Leslie undo the last manacle.
Unless he sang.
He did not sing-- for a while. But the clock was ticking, and so with a wobbly little warble, Leslie half sang, half spat the words: "And we're off to the races, places, ready, set the gate is down and now we're goin' in."
The princess beamed.
Status
Stage: 3
Your HP: 40 Princess HP: 20/20
Stage 4 Bonus HP: +2 defense
its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 4Total: 7 (2-16)
Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 7:18 pm
Leslie stared down at the trap room he'd just run through before.
"s**t," he muttered, cracking knuckles on both hands. "Don't ******** say-- just, shut up, and come with me." He gripped the fake-Taym's wrist and yanked him through the first steps.
(The princess, of course, had not obliged, and was now lecturing him on the difference between working hard and hardly working.)
Leslie was probably a bad person for being relieved that the princess' rant was interrupted by a scream of pain.
"Don't be such a big ******** baby," he sneered, dropping down to pry apart the bear trap. "It barely even got you, and you're barely even real to begin with, so shut it."
Status
Stage: 4
Defense Against Trap: 7 Trap Damage: 9
Your HP: 40 Princess HP: 18/20
Stage 4 Bonus HP: +2 defense
its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 1Total: 2 (2-16)
Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 7:40 pm
It was, in fact, nigh impossible to cover the Princess as he moved, with surely what he thought was grace and poise, but what was actually a jilted sort of half dance that Leslie, had he been old enough to catch the reference for, would have known as thriller.
They were getting so close to the end of this ******** course. Leslie wanted to curl up under a blanket and never, ever look Taym in the eye ever again.
The door was within reach. Taym had barely a scratch on him, although the same could not be said for his olive-drab couture dress. He didn't even know which princess he was supposed to be, but that was one question Leslie did not want to ask.
He shoved Taym through the door, glaring daggers at the tech.
"Good enough?" he sneered, gesturing at his intact princess. The tech just nodded, smirking and patient as they were.
