style A -2 damage taken, 3x per battle., used 0 times
Hair clips, Agility Type B (novice)
style B 2 2d6 hits with +1 to accuracy to each on this attack, 1x per battle* *roll 4d6, first two numbers are the 'hit or miss' determiners, second two are the damage done., used 0 times!
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Lots of conflicting emotions here, really. One was horror. Deep, sinking horror of having to fight an undead former troll again. Second, was even more horror at the fact that said horror wasn't nearly as bad as his first ship. Third was confusion, and curiousity, as to how its outfit stayed in tact enough for him to make out this troll had once been a cook.
Once it had fried, then it had died.
Being lost in his thoughts, Mahmud hesitated for a bit too long and got knocked in the face as the creature thrashed at him. In retaliation (stupid, quick retaliation) he didn't stab with anything, but rather swung at it in a defensive punch. There was an ungodly noise as he managed to make contact with what he believed was its arm, but other than that there wasn't much of anything. Now that he had a grip of himself though, Mahmud knew what he should do...
style A -2 damage taken, 3x per battle., used 0 times
Hair clips, Agility Type B (novice)
style B 2 2d6 hits with +1 to accuracy to each on this attack, 1x per battle* *roll 4d6, first two numbers are the 'hit or miss' determiners, second two are the damage done., used 0 times!
Plucking a clip out his hair, Mahmud charged towards the undead chef (which, in retrospect, very stupid on his part).
"OY UGLY."
Once it whipped around to face him, he took a deep, deep breath and used his hand to shove one of his hairclips straight where its eyesocket would have presumably been. Whether there was even one underneath those layers anymore remained to be seen, but the horrifying scream that shook Mahmud said he must'ave hit something vital, right? Who knew Poe's gift could provide so much... damage. It took a little bit of maneuvering to wedge it out again. Its sawblade must have hurt, given the agonizing wail the monster gave.
Once he managed to get his clip back, Mahmud scrambled backwards and away, giving another person more room to attack and maneuver... and also so he could absorb what the hell he just did, shakily calling out "Somebody? Anybody? Help?"
Green Minuet rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 2Total: 7 (2-12)
Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 5:54 pm
☯ Degrass Tysson
Health: 11 Military Weapon: +1 Defensive B Trinket: 1/1 Support A Artefact: 1/1 Novice Leadership, Grandmaster Strength, Academics Training
Ephias quickly stepped in to fill the void that Mahmud had left. The brutality of the orangeblood's attack had unbalanced the daywalker, and in turn Ephias had more than enough time to attack. He slapped the daywalker across the face with his shears, and then again across its torso. Dealing only small, annoying attacks, he drew the monster's focus from the rest of the group.
“While it's back is turned!” Ephias called out in a hoarse voice. He could see the tealblood and the two orangebloods from behind the shoulder of his opponent.
"Are you... are you okay?!" Nahori called, closing the gap between herself and Mahmud, watching Degras's moves all the while. She stood her ground to help give him time to right himself and waited until their teammate was clear before attempting to attack the daywalker again. This time it managed to catch her good in return, right in the gut, and it felt like breathing was impossible as she doubled over and stumbled back. Everyone else would have to finish it off.
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Nahori Caviap HP: 3/20 Military Grade Weapon: +1 dmg Training in Discipline
Advancements: 4/15 Minibosses: 1/3
nepsah rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 4Total: 6 (2-12)
Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 6:03 pm
Deimos attacs!
HP: 12 - 4 = 8/20 Damage Dealt: 3
Okay- this... this was getting old, and honestly a little scary. Were they anywhere near the control room? They really needed to get this thing taken care of. He swung again, mace connecting with the creature's side just as it lashed out with its nails to rake at him. He really hoped he didn't get some disease from this... "Head's up Mahmud!" Seemed he'd hit it hard enough to send it the brownblood's way.
Miniboss HP: 4
Advancement: 4/15 Minibosses: 1/3
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Training Pins: Novice Agility [Cooldown 3/6] Tactics (training now)
Inventory: Trinket: Novice Offensive Type B - 1/1 uses
style A -2 damage taken, 3x per battle., used 0 times
Hair clips, Agility Type B (novice)
style B 2 2d6 hits with +1 to accuracy to each on this attack, 1x per battle* *roll 4d6, first two numbers are the 'hit or miss' determiners, second two are the damage done., used 0 times!
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"Deimos!"
Whether or not he had gotten the other's attention remained to be seen, but fortune worked in their favor as his crewmate whapped the chef in his direction. Okay. This was going to take some expert timing... or something... or just... coordination...
As the creature stumbled, Mahmud gave a loud cry of anger and ran towards the enemy. He took his screwdriver, jumped, and with as much force as he could deliver, plunged it straight into the creature's head. Both the force of the blow and the weight dragged them down to the ground.
Had to make sure it was dead. Couldn't let this thing hurt his companions With another loud scream, Mahmud yanked the screwdriver out, and drove it straight back into the skull again. And again. and again. Over and over he stabbed at the monster, after a while his eyes having shut so he didn't have to see it anymore. By the time he managed to catch himself from doing so again, his breath was shaky and his eyes teary. Whatever, or whoever, this had once been no longer moved.
Mahmud leaned over to grab his screwdriver, and softly whispered something to the undead creature before pulling it out and wiping his eyes with the back of that arm. "I-it's... its dead." His tone was far from jubilant; rather, he sounded... tired. Upset. Defeated. "You... you guys okay?"
saedusk rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1Total: 1 (1-6)
Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 6:13 pm
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self heals for discipline 1+1=2
Lips pursed into a fine line, skin ashen and pale, Nahori forced herself to stand up straight again. It hurt, but she didn't want them to know. They probably knew, but if she could fake it to make it, she would. How else could she make them respect her? How...?
"Fine," she replied shortly, "I'm fine. Good... good work, everyone. We should take a moment to gather ourselves..." Or maybe she was the only one that needed to.
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Nahori Caviap HP: 5/20 Military Grade Weapon: +1 dmg Training in Discipline
Advancements: 4/15 Minibosses: 2/3
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 6:17 pm
somewhere in the universe, something is laughing at the plight of these four trolls.
nepsah rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1Total: 1 (1-6)
Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 6:21 pm
Deimos advances the group!
HP: 8/20
Finally.. Mahmud dealt the final blow and the creature was done for. "Nice one Mahmud." He wheezed, wiping a hand across his forehead to clear the sweat that had built up. Where was the control room...? This was a bigger ship- they were probably only half way there. Deimos sighed and straightened, then looked around, spotting another door to go through. "I think we can go that way." He didn't bother waiting to get confirmation from Nahori. She had better things to use her energy on with how bad off she looked.
Advancement: 5/15 Minibosses: 2/3
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Inventory: Trinket: Novice Offensive Type B - 1/1 uses
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3Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 6:22 pm
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3 - You come across some shuffling bodies...!
That 'moment to gather themselves' didn't last long as Deimos saw fit to take matters into his own hands yet again. It irritated her. Funny, because Nahori never used to get irritated at highbloods. The only thing she used to feel was fear.
"Wait-" she tried to stop him, "You... you need to listen when I ask you to do something." When trolls acted on their own like this, others got hurt. Maybe he thought 'playing leader' didn't matter, but to Nahori it wasn't a game. To her, it was proving herself to one of the only trolls in her life who'd told her she had potential and actually meant it.
"Do you hear that...?" she hissed, "Something's... coming. Does anyone have a visual...?"
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Nahori Caviap HP: 5/20 Military Grade Weapon: +1 dmg Training in Discipline
style A -2 damage taken, 3x per battle., used 0 times
Hair clips, Agility Type B (novice)
style B 2 2d6 hits with +1 to accuracy to each on this attack, 1x per battle* *roll 4d6, first two numbers are the 'hit or miss' determiners, second two are the damage done., used 0 times!
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Upon closer inspection, Mahmud felt some relief wash over him. "There's not too many of them... I can only see three" The less the others and him had to fight, the better off. Not just for logistical purposes, of course, but rather... he didn't know how much more fighting he could take tonight. He'd be lying if he said who he was being didn't scare him a bit.
He really should have been the one to run up there and deal with them, but as Mahmud screamed to make his legs work they just... wouldn't. That was alright. Somebody else moved past him, and took over. Thank gog.
Green Minuet rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 5Total: 9 (2-12)
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☯ Degrass Tysson
Health: 10 Military Weapon: +1 Defensive B Trinket: 1/1 Support A Artefact: 1/1 Novice Leadership, Grandmaster Strength, Academics Training
Only three. Shears still in hand, Ephias moved past the orangeblood. He paused about ten meters away, watching them approach. The shears latched shut with a click. Suddenly he dashed forward. Moving like a python, he struck the daywalkers systematically, one at a time. The first one took a stab through the chest, the second through the stomach, and the third through the neck. They dropped almost all at once.
Ephias wiped what he could from the blades and then stowed the shears at his side. As Deimos brushed passed him without comment, Ephias held out a hand to stop him. “Wait,” he said. “If you're going ahead again...” Activating the medical band on his wrist, Ephias shone it's light onto the tealblood. The laser light that emitted stimulated the body's regenerative properties, and within seconds the fresh wounds had begun to clot and seal.
“Try not to... to die.” That much was a given really.
[ Ephias deals 9 damage. No zombies remain. ] [ Ephias heals Deimos for 10. ]
nepsah rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6Total: 6 (1-6)
Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 6:54 pm
Deimos advances the group!
HP: 18/20 (+10 from Degras)
"If I waited for direction we'd be here all night." He squinted at Nahori- she hadn't really given much direction outside of 'be careful' and 'be on guard' which were both very... very obvious things to him. Unfortunately for her it seemed less obvious to him that just because he was announcing what he was doing, did not mean he should immediately do it just because he'd let everyone know what was about to happen.
The Daywalkers drew his attention away from the not-argument... There had been only three of them- and... Degras had taken them out before anyone else had even gotten a chance. He was impressed but definitely wasn't going to say so. Nope. He had a harder time biting his tongue over the healing, though. That... that warranted a response even if he still didn't really trust Degras. "Thanks.. I think I see somethin' down there." He pointed ahead, and moved past Degras to go investigate. Hopefully it would be something worthwhile.
Advancement: 6/15 Minibosses: 2/3
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Inventory: Trinket: Novice Offensive Type B - 1/1 uses
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4Total: 4 (1-6)
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4 - You find an open door.
At least Degras was competent... Nahori sort of wished that was her, but envy was only one of many emotions she was feeling right now, battered and bruised as she was. "Wait a second, will you?" She grabbed Deimos's arm to stop him, but almost immediately let go and looked away. There was that fight again... act subservient to the highblood or lead. She shook her head.
"There's a door here."
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