As a horse, Olivia is quite fast and has a heavy kick, but isn't particularly durable. Her fights will be relatively swift, but quite brutal.
Health: 100HP Damage: 6 damage each time she's hit Special Move: Every other time she's attacked, Olivia's speed is an advantage and opponents get a -1 penalty against her.
After defeating one of the above Hero NPCs, each party involved in the battle gets 25XP and rolls 1d100 to collect loot according to the following:
1-70: Moly Flower: a small white flower with a dark root. You're not quite sure what it's for, but decide to keep it. 71-85: Fine Wine: Why would an animal have a bottle of wine? Considering all that's going on, we strongly suggest you don't drink. If you act rashly and do, though, please PM and be blue for consequences. 86-95: Map Piece: If the map hasn't been fully assembled, you acquire one additional piece. This can only be collected once per battle, but rolling this also yields a bonus 5XP. 96-100: Small Personal Item: You find a small personal item from the defeated NPC, that can be used later on for a one-on-one RP with that NPC. Olivia: The charm from a bracelet, with a bullet on it.
Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2016 5:44 pm
Marisol hung idly from a tree as the blonde songstress worked on finding a cure. It had been interesting at first, watching the work, that was being done but then restlessness had seized her and she begun to amble about. She'd quite enjoyed taking time to hang idle from a tree, even more when the laughter of a certain someone had encouraged her. That hadn't lasted long, a subtle reminder that the cure was intended for her. And while this was interesting, fun even, she didn't want to be margay forever.
It had been in that lull of the inbetween that she'd begun to wonder a lot about the five that had turned in front of her eyes. She had yet to really interact with most of them but Olivia had been her recruiter and she wanted to know if she'd been found. In order to know that, she had to look. Asking was out of the question, since she didn't speak English at the moment. And with that she slunk off into the bayou.
Olivia, it appeared, wasn't exactly hard to find. She was big and left tracks that were hard to confuse with other creatures. That said, she was big and liable to knock her furry head in. Which meant she needed help. Only one way to do that--or well, two. After using her claws to write out "Olivia" she promptly yowled at the top of her lungs. That ought to attract some attention.
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Sidney had been almost ridiculously glad to have her bow back in her hands. Being a bird was kind of cool and all, but as wicked as her beak had been, there was a definite power gap between herself and some of the big baddies out here, turned-chosen or not.
She had been outside making sure the string was strung properly and none of the arrow fletchings had been damaged in the scuffle when some... cat began to shriek at the top of its little lungs. Finger stuck into her ear as she grimaced, Sid swept her stuff up and wandered over to see what the rukus was about, though the sight of a spotty cat and some scuffs in the dirt didn't do much to lift her confusion.
"The ******** is wrong with you?" She called out as she wandered over, keeping a wary eye on the beast. It was probably one of the turned chosen (she honestly didn't know how any of the local wild life wasn't scared away by now) and... was that something in the dirt.
"Olivia?" Sid muttered under her breath.
Olivia... that had been the one that had recruited her, yeah? From what she'd gathered, she turned into an animal too, along with the other senior chosen. They'd all run off into the wilds in a panic, so the only thing she could think of as to why her name was down here in the dirt...
"Did you find her?" She asked, perking up.
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Character Name:Sidney James Brief description of character: Reluctant Chosen of Apollo, Sid is more interested in partying and making music than being a warrior. Upbeat and bright most of the time, she's also a bit selfish and unlikely to go out of her way for people she doesn't know.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2016 7:39 pm
Mathilda strolled lazily through the woods, bored out of her mind. She had made a couple of potions, but now she was bored again. Humming softly to herself, she stopped when she saw a figure and an animal.
Moving quietly, she moved a bit closer, before stopping and watching the woman and animal.
'Looks like two Chosen.' she thought. 'And what about Olivia?'
She knew that the senior Chosen had been turned, but she really hadn't been paying attention. Keeping track of her surroundings had been more important at the time.
Making her footfalls more prominent, Mathilda made herself more known.
"Olivia? As in the Chosen Olivia?"
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Diryas had been determined to make sure they got all the Chosen they could back to the base, but evidently, everyone else had been too. There were already a lot of animals here.
A lot of animals here.
That was how Zebulon had convinced Diryas to chill out for the moment, or perhaps that was just how he got him to agree to let Zebulon chill out. This venturing in the bayou was making him start to dislike Louisiana... or maybe just small town Louisiana. At least this wasn't ruining New Orleans for him.
He had been trying to relax when he suddenly heard this terrible shrieking from the direction of the woods. What in the hell--
He couldn't just let it go, of course, and Zebulon found himself wandering off in the direction of the shrieking. He got over just in time to hear several people saying Olivia. Oh, right, Olivia. She had turned into a horse. He hadn't seen any horses back at camp yet.
"Y'all found the horse?"
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Character Name:Zebulon Castaneda Brief description of character: Zebulon accompanies his even temper and clear mind with an oft-frustrating tendency to be snarky even in the most serious moments, needling people far past the point he should. Tagging along is a need for control, tempered by the fact that he does usually know what he's talking about. His normal ease seems lessened at current, though his control over himself is back now that he's removed enough from the conflict with the metal vulture.
Deity: Athena Weapon: Shield HP: 56 Minicert: n/a
Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2016 5:14 pm
Diryas was chilling out, but really... it was only outwardly. Sure, there were a lot of animals. but that didn't mean they had everyone back. To his knowledge, here wasn't any actual roster available to check off as people were recovered or confirmed to have never turned in the first place. He wished there was; such a thing would be immensely useful in this sort of situation. He also hoped the turned Chosen were being sorted according to outward species. Some of them seemed pretty feral, and if there were a predator-type and a prey-type in too-close proximity to one another, that could get very bad.
That being said, Diryas wasn't really liking the bayou any more than Zebulon was. Sure, he had grown up in a humid southern climate, but this was swampland. Swampland was something else entirely. Something that stank of rotting vegetation and sounded like the persistent buzz of large insects. Something that felt like insect bites that were going to itch for days. Sweet-blooded, he believed the term was. He was sweet-blooded.
He was drowsing a little, the heat and humidity making him tired. But when the shrieking started, he came fully alert all at once. He was starting to get used to the feeling of adrenaline, but it didn't make him dislike the pounding of his heart any less. Diryas was only a little behind Zebulon in getting up to go investigate the source of the disturbance. His first thought was that they were being attacked, or that maybe there was a snake or something that needed to be taken care of.
If it was a snake, Diryas hoped they didn't kill it.
He was not prepared to see the horse that was there instead, coming into view as he and Zebulon came through the underbrush. Flicking a banana spider off of his shoulder with a remarkable amount of disinterest, Diryas took a moment to take in what he was seeing before him. There was a cat and a couple more chosen... He couldn't see from his vantage point what was in the dirt, but he could hear what everyone else was saying.
Olivia?
Well, finding one of the senior members would be a great help, especially in finding the others. If they could get her and turn her back, that would be fantastic. Maybe she'd have an idea as to what kind of substace would have turned her into a horse in the first place. If someone could give them something to go on, they could have a better shot at preventing this from happening again once everyone was turned back into human shape. Shapeshifting seemed like one of those things that, in the presence of magic, would inevitably happen again.
He edged around Zebulon a bit to try and hear better what the other Chosen were saying. How tame was she? How cognizant? If she had presence of mind, getting her back to camp would be much easier, but he knew better than to count on that. It would be best to assume that Olivia was currently essentially a wild horse. That would be safest for her, and safest for them.
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Character Name:Diryas al-Baksh Brief description of character: seemingly the dictionary definition of "quiet loner type" who doesn't tend to speak much unless spoken to, unless it's about chemistry (having a phD in it requires passion, after all); petit in build and not the most athletic but willing to work around it.
The feline heard more than saw that a group had approached which was good enough for her. Or so it had to be, she couldn't exactly give them some rearing speech or take the time to draw a map. Hopefully instinct would propel them forward as she stood up and began to follow the scent of their esteemed Artemis senior chosen.
It didn't take long to find the frenzied mare and Marisol knew this was likely the only chance of surprise they'd get. Without warning, past the lowering of her body and the quiver of her tail, she launched herself forward into a run. The margay darted between the horse's quick hooves before leaping into a tree and then pouncing down onto the equine's back.
A slash of claws made Olivia rear and Marisol let herself fall, twisting to land on her paws before darting to the edge of the clearing. She hoped the others were going to follow suit. Otherwise she was going to be a flat kitty fairly soon.
Marisol's Health: 60 - 6 = 54 HP Damage: (200% x 4) = 8 DMG
Olivia's Health: 100 - 8 = 92 HP
Marisol's Weapon: Whip (4 Base; +1 Hit)
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2016 6:46 pm
The short woman perked up as she heard a voice, turning to find a pretty blonde joining her. She offered her a cheeky grin and a one shoulder shrug. A pair of dark haired dudes wandered over to see what the fuss was about too, and she thought she recognized the one.
“I think so? I don’t know that we’ve got another Olivia who’s been turned into anything, but who knows.” She said as she raised a hand in greeting to the others. Zebulon, that was his name. She’d fought birds with him and Tara. The man with him she thought she recognized for being one of the other chosen who’d been lucky enough to be hospitalized with her at the end of that little adventure.
Nice little reunion today.
“Sidney.” She said with a chipper little two finger salute to the temple, just by way of introduction. “Hey Zeb! Good to see you’re in on the fun too.”
The cat was intent on drawing them somewhere, probably to the chosen, and Sid hefted her bow as she followed, drawing an arrow to set into it. She heard the horse before she saw it and when it finally came into view, she was reminded all over again that horses were big. And powerful. And a bit scary, for all they lacked claws and fangs.
Without thinking, she jerked her bow up and let an arrow fly, watching it clip a flank as Olivia turned and charged her. Sidney squeaked as she scrambled out of the way, managing to catch a root in her haste and go sprawling. Thankfully, not under the flashing hooves, but winded none the less.
Olivia HP: 92 - 3 = 89
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Deity: Apollo Weapon: Bow (6 base damage) HP: 42/47 Minicert:
Mathilda let out a laugh as the horse moved to attack her. Grinning widely, she moved in close and rammed the blunt edge of her dagger into Olivia's flank, putting her whole body into the motion. With the horse off balance, she took the momentum she created and rolled away.
"Woohoo! That was fun!" Running over to Sidney, she offered her a hand.
"Guten Tag! I can't recall if we've met. Mathilda Callahan, at your service!"
Mathilda: 44 Olivia: 81
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2016 5:57 am
Sidney! Seeing her caused him to instinctually grin. He always enjoyed being with people who could take and hit back at what he dished out.
"Rainbow hair! Here to make this horse fight into a rave?"
Zebulon eyed Diryas as he moved alongside him before moving a bit closer where the Animal Chosen was leading them. Yup, that was definitely a horse. An angry, wild horse. That was not take. He grimaced, readying his shield.
The one bad thing about this shield was that it wasn't possible to keep his distance even if he wanted to if he was going to try as fight back. Or even if he wanted to defend, really. It kept him out front.
Mathilda seemed rather... enthused by stabbing a horse. Ares, probably. Definitely Ares. "You got some kinda issue with horses?" shot Zebulon at Mathilda, mostly because he couldn't help himself, while swinging around and attempting to clip Olivia with his shield.
Perhaps it was his distraction, but the hit was ineffective at best. The braying Olivia did not appreciate the gust of wind to the face, though, and knocked Zebulon back by the gut.
Zebulon HP: 50/56 Damage: 0 (Every other turn -1 to opponent) Olivia HP: 81/100
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Diryas kept close to Zebulon, but not too close. He wasn't meant to be up in Olivia's range, and he knew that horses were very big, very powerful, and very dangerous. He didn't have any kind of armour or shielding, and so one hit from her hooves could lay him out. Or worse. He was not terribly keen to take that gamble, stacked against him as the odds were. He heard the impact that Olivia made on Zebulon, and that was bad enough, but Zebulon was still standing, so he would have to focus and keep on task. Bruises and broken bones would heal over time. Time was not likely to magically turn Olivia back to normal.
He approached to just within range of his whip, hoping for a moment where she would turn her focus to one of the others. It would be much harder for her to retaliate if she didn't know whom to retaliate against. But it didn't seem meant to be, as she turned her head back towards him just as he cracked the whip against her flank. Horses were fast, and the next thing he saw was the sky as she bowled him over like she nearly had Sidney. Like Sidney, he jerked into rolling out of the way of her hooves, using the momentum to get to his feet and away from her. The impact aggravated some of his bruising and superficial injuries from earlier, and his head spun a little bit.
Concussion? No, he had not hit his head. Panting somewhat, Diryas gingerly took a step backward, seeming to have escaped her attention after that body slam. Blood trickled down his leg, and he realised her hooves must have clipped him anyway.
Well, no helping it now. He'd deal with it later.
Health: 41/47 DMG: 4 pts Olivia HP: 77/100
Character Name:Diryas al-Baksh Brief description of character: seemingly the dictionary definition of "quiet loner type" who doesn't tend to speak much unless spoken to, unless it's about chemistry (having a phD in it requires passion, after all); petit in build and not the most athletic but willing to work around it.
There were no introductions from her nor comments as her ears swiveled at the conversation around her. If anything she was vaguely cut off, being that she was there but interactions were rather limited. In the heat of battle there was no time for writing out hellos with her claws and frankly she was a bit least inclined to care. After Olivia was taken care of, she could at least give Mathilda a nuzzle, perhaps, or etch out something in the dirt.
Marisol had paced the outskirts since being tossed from the mare's back. She'd been waiting for an opening to attack and found it as Diryas was knocked out of the way. Rushing past the man she lunged forward, claws wrapping around the mare's back hoof as it rushed past. It was faster than she could run and while the scratches drew blood, she had to let go to avoid being dragged around like a rag doll.
Taking the opportunity to run back up a tree, she regarded the chosen and the wild mare. She hoped they had this. Otherwise she'd be in a lot of trouble.
Marisol's Health: 54 - 6 = 46 HP Damage: (100% x 4) = 4 DMG (-1 to Roll)
Olivia's Health: 77 - 4 = 73 HP
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Sure, she’d fallen on her face getting out of the way, but on a brighter note, there was a tall, leggy blonde offering to help her up. Sid grabbed the offered hand gratefully (almost gleefully) as she got her chunky boots under herself again.
“Give a girl ideas…” She murmured before she grinned, flashing the pair of rings through her full lower lip. “Sidney James. Its a pleasure, and frankly, I’m ridiculously glad to see someone so comfortable with a weapon in hand. Hopefully we’ll all make it through this without getting too banged up.”
The small woman laughed as Zeb called to her and she released Mathilda to flash him a V sign with her fingers.
“The party goes where the Technicolor Butterfly goes, G-man!” She chirped. And then, because she couldn’t resist after watching him swing at Olivia and miss. “If you’re having some trouble with aim over there, I’m sure there is some Chosen who’s turned into a nice, big elephant, if that’s more your speed.”
Truthfully though, it was a bit chaotic and Sid had to admit it was kind of hard to get a bead on the plunging, stampeding horse without risking another Chosen at the same time. She settled back, letting Mathilda take point, and prepped another arrows as the man with Zeb attacked, and then the spotty cat that had called the rest of them. She got the perfect moment and let loose another arrow to clip Olivia’s shoulder.
It unfortunately drew the horse’s attention though, and she was forced to dodge for her life again. Pain flashed up her leg as a flying back hoof connected with her thigh, making her stumble.
“Mother ******** b***h.” Sid swore as she clapped a hand to the wound, feeling that bruise all the way to the bone.
Olivia HP: 73 - 6 = 67
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"I lightly collided with the horse. Besides, the bigger they are, the harder the fall."
Turning to Sydney, she grinned. Having a blade in her hand was the closest thing to home she currently had.
"Comes with the trade! I'm better with more than one, but can be pretty flexible."
Once Sidney was up, she spun on her heel and bent back slightly, throwing he blade toward the horse. The blade cut shallowly into the horses leg and Mathilda cheered as she ran after the blade. The horse collided with her on her retrieval mission, but she gritted her teeth and flipped away.
'Technicolor Butterfly?' she thought, tilting her head a bit to the side. 'Kids these days.'
Bouncing from foot to foot, an idea hit Mathilda.
"Oh! I just remembered! I have a couple potions on me! I've gotta save one from my darling Frederick, but we could attempt to use one on Olivia!"
Mathilda: 38 Olivia: 63
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Lightly collided?
Yup, definitely Ares. He didn't even need to see the insignia she was wearing to decide that kind of excitement and casual remarking about battle and the trade to think that this was probably an Ares type--
Seeing Diryas stumble out of the corner of his eye, Zebulon cringed. He'd be fine though. A little blood wasn't really a bad thing. This horse hit hard though. The margay had to scurry and the swear from the so-called Technicolor Butterfly implied an unwelcome level of pain.
Instead of asking if she was alright, though, he shouted, "Should I find you something easier to dodge? Maybe a sloth!"
Horses were not known for being willing to stay still while a slow weapon like a shield hit them, and the Olivia personimal horse seemed to be no exception. Once again, he failed to hit the horse, instead finding his shield shoved into him as the horse reared back and smacked him with its front hooves.
Oof.
A cure sounded good right now. After coughing quietly, he shouted over to the Ares Chosen, "What do ya need us to do so you can use that cure thing?"
Zebulon HP: 44/56 Damage: 0 Olivia HP: 63/100
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Character Name:Zebulon Castaneda Brief description of character: Zebulon accompanies his even temper and clear mind with an oft-frustrating tendency to be snarky even in the most serious moments, needling people far past the point he should. Tagging along is a need for control, tempered by the fact that he does usually know what he's talking about. His normal ease seems lessened at current, though his control over himself is back now that he's removed enough from the conflict with the metal vulture.
