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MECHANICS
Your opponents will be determined by a 3d6 roll. The first number will indicate the number of enemies in the mob, the second number will tell you the number of youma in the group, and the third number will tell you if there's a Captain in the group or not. There are only three Captains in the game, so once the three Captains have appeared, the third die will be dropped.

First die: Self-explanatory. 1 = One enemy. 6 = six enemies.
Second die: Also pretty self-explanatory. 1 = one youma in the group, 6 = six youma in the group. If there are more youma rolled than there are enemies in the group, then the entire group is youma. There is no overflow.
Third die: If a 2 or a 5 is rolled on the third die, a Captain has appeared.

From there, the DM will roll damage and indicate the senshi/knight each enemy is attacking. To consolidate posts, all of these will be rolled by d12s and in ascending rank order: so youma, then lieutenants, then captains, then generals.

The Negaverse stat table looks like this:
Youma - 50HP | Rolls a 12-sided damage die
Lieutenant - 100HP | Rolls 2d12 [2-24 dmg]
Captain - 150HP | Rolls 3d12 [3-36 dmg]
General - 200HP | Rolls 5d12 [5-60 dmg]

Every player may roll one die (representing their character casting their magic or physically attacking) with each post. The number you roll is the damage you do, so a 10 does 10 damage to any enemy you attack, etc, etc. They must indicate in their post which enemy they are attacking. Once an enemy is KO'd, which will generally be indicated by a DM post, attacks directed towards that enemy will be redirected towards the enemy of the highest level.

You may choose to forfeit rolling physical damage and instead roll for magic damage. Your magic is boosted by the uncorrupted and unbound power of Avalon, allowing you to treat each wave of enemies as a different battle with a reset casting counter. This means that if you get one spell a battle, you will be able to cast once in the first wave, again in the second, and again in the third. Magic attacks are assumed to always hit. If your character casts an AoE attack, then you may select up to three enemies to cast at. If your character casts a non-offensive attack, you won't roll, but you can simply write the effects into your post. Healing spells add a default +50 to the target in question. If you have a specific question on how to handle your attack, please drop me a line!

You will be responsible for maintaining your own health count at the top of your post. Player characters, however, are simply knocked out. They may be resuscitated by a healing spell. Disposable characters die when their health reaches zero, or when their player character wants to kill them (it needn't be when their HP runs out).

Basic/Page - 100HP | Rolls an 8-sided damage die, 12-sided for magic
Super/Squire - 150HP | Rolls a 12-sided damage die, 20-sided for magic
Eternal/Knight - 200HP | Rolls a 20-sided damage die, RNG 1-50 for magic
Royal - 250HP | RNG 1-50 for damage, RNG 1-75 for magic

WAVES
Waves last until all the enemies are down, and there will be three waves. I will post updating each thread at least once a day, but probably more like three or four. After a DM post your character may roll again.

Magic was inconvenient, Palatine decided. She was relieved that Lilah was spending the weekend with Paris and Chris, otherwise she would have had some choice words for whomever or whatever had brought her here.

The Code, more than likely. Whatever that really was. She didn't know whether or not to believe anything she'd heard at Olympus, but as she had nothing else to blame at the moment she thought it appropriate to place fault in what she knew had the power to do such things.

Of course, there was that whole matter of Paris and Chris being a Senshi and a Knight to take into account. If she'd been brought here, what was to say they hadn't been brought here as well? In which case she really needed to get home. The idea of a two-year-old at home by herself made Palatine feel even more like a terrible mother than she already did.

And this time it wasn't even her fault.

Hastily she duck into a the pocket of her jacket and produced a scrap of paper the stub of an old pencil she made sure to carry with her whenever she was out patrolling, scrolling two brief notes—one to Valhalla in the hopes of assuaging her guilt, and another to Sessrumnir.

'Did you get whisked away too? - Palatine'

Once she was done she stamped it with her ring and hoped for the best as the scraps disappeared. Then Palatine looked over her surroundings with little interest. Cobbled streets. Stone houses. Thatched roofs. Okay, so not Olympus. Some place distinctly medieval. That answered nothing, but at least she knew where she was not. The sky looked fit to burst at any moment and she felt Chaos signatures coming from the direction of an old building that might have been some sort of a town hall.

She didn't bother summoning her weapon. She questioned if it could even be called that, and instead looked around her for anything that might be appropriate with which to do battle. Otherwise she'd simply have to resorts to her fists.

“I suppose its too much to ask this war or this code thing for a little bit of consideration,” she mumbled to herself.

Arkady had left four hours ago.

That was not anything worth getting worried over. She was doing a lot of work to restore her wonder to its proper state, and Babylon was frankly proud of her dedication to the project. He hadn't been back to see what progress she had made, but-

He hadn't exactly expected what he assumed to be the Code's summons to bring him to see for himself. He'd been expecting Olympus, and perhaps some silly errand for... never mind. He didn't know what he'd been expecting.

"This is Avalon," he said, glancing around. He recognized the nearby Mars knight immediately. "Glitnir!" Babylon called, moving towards him. He recognized the blonde Venus knight as well, he decided. "Palatine. Nice to see you."

"Ar-- Avalon Page should be here somewhere," he said, frowning slightly. He could feel chaos nearby, likely somewhere on the island. It made his stomach churn. "If we've been brought here... Do you feel that? She might be in trouble."

Scout Sandrine

Progress had been made in the prop room rearrangement- there was no room for the pieces the seamstress and tailor were working on for the spring performances at the start, and there was a whole corner readied by the time Jack felt a stomach flop-turn-wheeze, and there was a derelict ...movie set?

Good grief what happened to the rooves? Where are the people? Where is HERE? Oh wait...I'm in that outfit again. That outfit being the notably, inappropriately scanty for winter weather. Sandrine wrapped arms round each other, rubbing biceps and turned on the cobbles hearing voices and the sense of others near prompting a panic. What others, and how to read the auras, was still a mystery to actual experience. The motion was too fast- one of the broken stones caught on the red-stained platform boot sole.

The red blotches seemed prophetic, except Sandrine warbled while crowstepping to get feet back under self fast enough to successfully prevent a full spill. The young scout ended out not fallen, but Bambi-legged in a spindly partial split over mud and cobbles and staring at the knights not far away.

"Heya...cool peeps. Hope your friendlies? Please be friendlies."

It looked to Babylon that he'd arrived right on time, just a bit after the first to get there and before some others - so he wouldn't have to worry about apologizing for being late. It was always awkward when that happened - especially if this was a situation where he might have a leg up or useful information, by virtue of having some semblance of any idea of what had happened here.

Well, he'd been to Avalon before. Anyone's guess was as good as his when it came to what was going on here now. "Avalon's... a bit weird at the moment," he said to Palatine. "On account of... things. And stuff." It wasn't really his business to go explaining - not when he didn't rightfully know what was going on here. Not completely, at least - and Avalon wasn't here for him to ask questions.

"We're friendlies, yeah," he said, looking briefly over at the senshi. They weren't anyone he'd ever met before, and if he had to guess, he'd say they were very green. Could the code call Senshi, though?

Well, this was getting weirder by the second. Babylon turned to Hvergelmir, a wide grin crossing his face. "Hver!" he exclaimed. "You look - you look great!" He'd seen her as a knight before in a dream - but in person, her splendor was far greater, and unmarred by the horrible scars she'd borne in... he didn't want to call it a prophecy. "Avalon left to come here a few hours ago. I'm - I'm worried about her."

"Thank you," Hvergelmir told her friend, stepping back. "I feel great. I just wish the circumstances weren't so... Well, I mean -- this shouldn't be possible, should it? Traveling to someone's wonder without them taking us there. I can't imagine the Code getting involved like this if it wasn't," She swallowed nervously. "... serious."

The last time the Code had pulled so many of them to one place had been the Mistral tragedy. People had died, then -- and Chaos hadn't even been there. If the Code was intervening like this -- and if Avalon was missing -- those were bad signs. Especially given whatever had happened here that had led to Avalon's purification.

"So, um, hi everybody," she said, looking around at their growing group. It wasn't just knights either, this time -- there were two senshi now, as well. "I'm Hvergelmir of the Cosmos. Glowy light magic, kind of a noncombatant, um -- and I have a big staff. That's it, I guess. Hi."

Unusually Marlin was for once not up on his balcony when the tug came. Instead he was in the kitchen dishing take out chinese into a bowl and anticipating settling into the sofa and watching a bit of tv whilst he ate the duck in plum sauce and rice that he'd gone out to pick up.

He got as far as settling in the arm chair and picking up the remote to switch the television on and then the tug came and as his surroundings shifted, Marlin couldn't help but wonder what the Code wanted with him this time round.

As he was still in a seated position when his surroundings changed, his introduction as Falias to his new surroundings was via his butt meeting the cobblestone street as he lost his balance and toppled over.

It didn't put Falias in the best of moods, especially was he realised that he hadn't been the only person to be pulled to.. Well wherever here was.

He picked himself up from the ground feeling in parts annoyed and embarrassed at his undignified dumping, confused because this was neither Destiny City or Olympus and apprehension because the last time that the Code had pulled so many people to same place had been because of Mistral... And the least said about Mistral the better.

This wasn't Mistral though, wasn't Mercury, in fact he'd thought he'd heard someone say something about Avalon.

He could sense chaotic auras nearby as he glanced warily about him, sticking quietly to the outskirts of the group that seemed to be a mixture of senshi and knight - well okay mainly knight with a couple (at least he thought it a couple) of senshi.