HP: 10/20 Military Grade Weapon Training Troll Relations
Amonee is breaking down the door (-5 HP) 4/16 advances 0/3 minibosses defeated
"Haaaah!" Amonee smashed his body into the door, ramming it three or four times to knock it down. He knew the others would not like this but they had to press onward. With a grunt of pain, he managed to force a path open for the rest of them. Grabbing at his arm, he nodded to the others to head through and flushed in gratitude when they fussed over him. Amonee should have known better than to assume they wouldn't!
Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2017 12:16 am
Eilidh Ròsach HP: 15/20 Attack: 1D6; Damage: 1d6 Power: Novice support style A (1/1) Training Discipline (1d6+1) Trinkets: Industrial Band-aid - Support Style B ~ 1,2,3 - 1/4. 4 - full hp (1/1) [This dungeon only]
Using power to heal Amonee
Eilidh smiled as she found a door, checking it over. It was indeed locked but.... it didn't seem to have any traps. The tealblood considered how to open the door without anyone getting hurt like last time... But none of them here were good at lock picking. Just as Eilidh considered trying to lock pick, Amonee busted the door down. Here eyes widened, imagining how much that would have hurt! She immediately moved to Amonee, worried. Eilidh took Amonee's hand, flushing teal. "I..I'm going to heal you, okay?" She told him, leaning in to kiss him... giving him the serge of energy to help heal his wounds.
This is a mini-boss battle, the full rules and mechanics of which can be reviewed here. The room beyond the door seems empty from the hallway, but stepping inside you are swiftly aware that you are not alone! For lurking in the corner is a dark groaning shape. As it turns towards you, you realize you are entering strife! You have encountered a ...
Dice 1 1. ... Horrific... (-2 on all attacks) 2. ... Agile... (-1 on accuracy rolls) 3. ... Contorting... (-2 on all accuracy rolls) 4. ... Preserved ... (-1 on all attacks) Dice 2 1. ... Toxic... (Players take 2 extra damage per turn) 2. ... Relentless... (Players take 2x damage on the lowest accuracy roll) 3. ... Empowered... (using artifacts/ability/items deals 3 dmg to the entire party) 4. ... Burning... (take an extra 3 dmg each time you deal max damage (highest roll possible for weapon or damage-dealing skill)) Dice 3 1. ...Wailing Zombie Prisoner! 2. ... Mutated Elite Troops! 3. ... Undead Cyborg! 4. ... Pack of Shambling Lusii! MINIBOSS STARTING HP: 30/30 If you rolled a 1, take 5 dmg. If you rolled a 2, take 5 dmg. If you rolled a 3, take 4 dmg. If you rolled a 4, take 4 dmg. If you rolled a 5, take 3 dmg. If you rolled a 6, take 3 dmg. Your attack this turn does double damage. If all party members reach 0hp, look below:
You must make a tactical retreat! Scrambling back out of the room, you barely make it to the pod with all your limbs attached. Better luck next time! You have retreated from your mission and returned back to the docking area! Squad commanders, be sure to report in!
If the mini-boss reaches 0hp, look below:
If this is your first or second mini-boss fight look below:
If a member of your team is a trained Discipline or Endurace specialist OR registered as in-training for either:
You can close your eyes and draw on inner reserves to keep going. This can only be done once per ship exploration per troll trained. If you are a Journeytroll or higher in your skill: Restore 1d10+3 OR 1/3rd (rounded down) of your hp. If you are a Novice in your skill: Restore 1d8+2 OR 1/4th (rounded down) of your hp. If you are training your skill: Restore 1d6+1 hp. You cannot roll the dice then choose the flat restoration, one must be picked beforehand.
If a member of your team is a trained Troll Relations or Leadership specialist OR registered as in-training for either:
You can manage to cheer, rally, or cajole your teammates into finding more energy. This can only be done once per ship exploration per troll trained. If you are a Journeytroll or higher in your skill: Each team member restores 1d6+3 (rolled separately) hp. If you are a Novice in your skill: Each team member restores 1d6+2 (rolled separately) hp. If you are training your skill: Each team member restores 1d4+1 (rolled separately) hp.
Moving in Xavier stepped up to face the shambling creature. The lusii appeared to be on fire, burning as it moved towards them. As he went to throw his glaive, he made contact only for the beast to slam into him. The burn it left singed his forearm, causing him to wince in discomfort. His glaive hardly had any effect on the horrific being..it was like it didn't even feel the impact.
Boss HP: 26/30 Novice Agility Style B: 1/1 Nucleo is using his clones! 4d6 hits with +1 to accuracy to each on this attack, 1x per battle. First two numbers are the 'hit or miss' determiners, second two are the damage done.
"What is this?!" Nucleo stumbled backwards at the sight of the shambling lusii as they approached. He'd never encountered this many on the previous ships. They looked hot to touch and were horrifically disfigured by not. The greenblood felt his resolve weaken a little, as he wondered what they had been in the past. Who the trolls they had cared for had been. The questions those logs had raised in him were resurfacing and he felt his head began to hurt. The greenblood slammed his fist into one of the beasts to punch it away but hissed at the sensation. That had hurt more than he'd expected!
"Ow! Watch out everyone!" He called out to warn the others as he nursed his hand.
Eilidh Ròsach HP: 10/20 Attack: 1D6; Damage: 1d6 Power: Novice support style A (1/1) Training Discipline (1d6+1) Trinkets: Industrial Band-aid - Support Style B ~ 1,2,3 - 1/4. 4 - full hp (1/1) [This dungeon only]
What.... the fluck was that!? Eilidh looked at the boss creature before them. Why was she surprised by these ugly a** creatures? It's not like they were new... well these ones looked nastier... as in brutal and maybe even stronger. It didn't matter! Her and her friends would fight and kill it! They were a team! A strong team!
HP: 13/20 Military Grade Weapon Training Troll Relations
Amonee is punching the boss damage: 5 boss hp: 21/30 4/16 advances 0/3 minibosses defeated
"M-my gog..." Amonee went pale at the horrific sight of the shambling lusii staggering around the room. This was truly a scene from a daymare. He was almost convinced that this was a horror movie set that they'd stumbled on to except the monsters were attacking them. Stepping backwards out of panic, he readied his clubs. Although he was feeling sick from the sight of the creatures, he didn't want to watch his friends suffer injuries. Leaping into the fight, he swung his weapons in a circular motion around himself to knock some of the lusii to the floor where he could stomp on them.
WHAT THE ********! He kept trying to attack this damn thing and it wasn't doing anything to this creature. Why was he..so useless? It made him frustrated and angry, causing him to mess up further. All he wanted to do was protected his loved ones...why couldn't he preform?!
Boss HP: 17/30 Novice Agility Style B: 1/1 Nucleo is using his clones! 4d6 hits with +1 to accuracy to each on this attack, 1x per battle. First two numbers are the 'hit or miss' determiners, second two are the damage done.
"Ngh!" Nucleo continued to fight but felt his body grow heavy. The pacifistic ways that he and Amonee had tried to uphold were showing now. He wanted to do his best to stop the violence of this world and yet... needed to become strong enough to protect that value. His hands... they needed to be stained in blood to fight for the next generation of trolls. For Panili... the Lightseekers.
But he was weak.
Flying backwards from a hit, the greenblood groaned. His body ached and he was bleeding in multiple places now. The battle continued in front of him and his heart hurt most of all.
Boss HP: 16/30 Novice Agility Style B: 1/1 Nucleo is using his clones! 4d6 hits with +1 to accuracy to each on this attack, 1x per battle. First two numbers are the 'hit or miss' determiners, second two are the damage done.
Dammit, if he couldn't do anything he'd call upon someone who would.
"Save them." The greenblood choked out, pulling out the remaining energy inside. Clones appeared around him and each gasped at the grisly scene. This was beyond what they'd expected from previous encounters. One clone immediately abandoned thoughts of the battle, crouching beside him and trying to check him over. The remaining two winced but nodded, understanding their mission. They dove in, trying to flank the lusii as they could. It was in vain though, and they only managed a few hits before falling and disappearing into smoke.
"Nucleo, there's so much going on- I don't know-what should I do?" Newcleo leaned over his master, frightened and overwhelmed. Already tears threatened him.
"Save them." His voice rasped as he leaned against the wall, just trying to stay awake.
Eilidh Ròsach HP: 7/20 Attack: 1D6; Damage: 1d6 Power: Novice support style A (0/1) Training Discipline (1d6+1) Trinkets: Industrial Band-aid - Support Style B ~ 1,2,3 - 1/4. 4 - full hp (1/1) [This dungeon only]
This wasn't going well... Eilidh began to worry. They all were taking big hits with little pay off! Eilidh had never felt this hurt before and she didn't have enough energy left to kiss anyone else. She had to think of something... for everyone. She then saw Nucleo use his power to help save everyone... even then, it didn't seem to help as much as they needed. Still Eilidh was happy he used it.
HP: 9/20 Military Grade Weapon Training Troll Relations
Amonee is punching the boss damage: 3 boss hp: 11/30 4/16 advances 0/3 minibosses defeated
"Xavier!" Amonee watched in worry as his moirail struggled to land a decent hit, taking heavy damage from the attempts. It was scary to think that the other jadeblood was getting seriously hurt. He was one of the fighters in the group and he was having trouble! If only there was more he could do to help his pale... Amonee tried to work his way towards that same side of the room, batting at the enemies, but the lusii were relentless in their efforts to keep them all separate.
The sound of Nucleo's voice doubled caught his attention and he worried that the greenblood was going to use his clones for distractions. Amonee knew that it upset his friend to knowingly send his clones on a suicide mission and his voice caught in his throat as he watched in fear.
Xavier was truly beginning to worry. The harder he tried to fight, the more he was banged up and bruised. Pain ran through every fiber of his being. Even when he threw his glaive, aiming for a well-placed hit it seemed to do...nothing. His hand trembled as he watched his friends fighting their hardest. Xavier had never felt so ashamed of himself in his entire life. He knew how to fight gog dammit! This creature was unlike any beast he had ever faced.
Boss HP: 11/30 Novice Agility Style B: 0/1 Nucleo is using his clones! 4d6 hits with +1 to accuracy to each on this attack, 1x per battle. First two numbers are the 'hit or miss' determiners, second two are the damage done.
"I can't just leave you-"
"I said- GO!" Nucleo roared. He was already down, it was more important to protect the others still in the midst of everything. The greenblood glared at his clone, demanding him to listen to his will. He understood his concern- if he died they both would. Newcleo could only exist if he did too.
But the same applied to them.
If anything happened to Amonee, Xavier, or Eilidh it would destroy him.
Eilidh Ròsach HP: 4/20 Attack: 1D6; Damage: 1d6 Power: Novice support style A (0/1) Training Discipline (1d6+1) Trinkets: Industrial Band-aid - Support Style B ~ 1,2,3 - 1/4. 4 - full hp (1/1) [This dungeon only]
...Retreat was on Eilidh's mind. Everyone looked beaten and tattered... Even if they got through this boss, there could be others and they have used so many resources on this one already. Eilidh was scared. Scared for her friends mostly... but also herself. Panic set inside the tealblood, she didn't want to lose any of her friends! This ship was much harder than any ship she had done before! "Nucleo!" She called out, seeing him swarmed. She moved to protect him, swinging her weapon at the boss.
