=>[META] Command Deck (Team Sugarplums)

[Sypon]

HP: 18 /40
Military Weapon: +1 DMG (+1 for adult)
Power: Novice Offensive A | 1d6+1 auto hit on this attack, also removing from max hp count, 2x per battle. 0/2
YTMA Pins:
Novice Intelligence
Grandmaster Recruiting
Trinkets:
1/2 Support Style A | Heals another troll that is over 0HP by half their maximum hp, 2x per battle.
0/1 Agility Style B | 2 2d6 hits with +1 to accuracy to each on this attack, 1x per battle*.

The boss turned away to face her other companions. With the opportunity showing itself, she strafed and went in to make a clean crack along the back of the abomination's knees - only to find it swiveling around and knocking her flat on her back. One of its blades passed terrifyingly past her cheek. She scrambled to get a hit in before backing off, looking around for the small purpleblood to make her move. If she could make a distraction, it would be enough.

Tamiya rapped her club against the metallic surfaces that the beast wielded, shouting profanities as she did.

BOSS: 5/40  

[melona-pan]

Frossa deals 1 DMG.
Frossa takes 4 DMG.
Boss HP: 3

Frossa kept the chain of her flail pulled taught, retracting it gradually as she stepped forwards. The bladed creature writhed and let out another blood curlding screech.

"Stop... being so loud!" Frossa gritted her teeth, yanking on the handle of her flail. It was drowning out any other sounds the camera would pick up. The chain strained around the abomination's livid movements as she struggled to keep it restrained. Frossa slammed her jaw shut tighter. Blades lashed out at her lower legs, but she persisted.

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HP: 10/20
Military Weapon +1
YTMA Pins: Grandmaster Tactics, Master Strength, Training Troll Relations
(5 autokill + 1)

1/2 Adept Artifact, offensive style b (2d6 Deal double damage on this attack, 2x per battle. 1 ongoing damage for all turns after. The ongoing damage from these stack.)
1/1 Novice Trinket, defensive style b (nullify the damage from the last hit, 1x per battle.)
1/2 Novice Trinket, offensive style a (1d6+1 auto hit on this attack, also removing from max hp count, 2x per battle)

 

[melona-pan]

void, wrong die  

[melona-pan]

Frossa deals 6 DMG.
Mini boss is defeated!

Frossa drew herself closer and closer to the grotesque form of the bladed creature, knuckles white around the handle of her flail. She stomped down on one blade near it's head, effectively pinning the abomination down.

She glanced up at the camera, and her face lit up with a charming smile. "Beaming..." Frossa began, drawing her voice louder. "...pichi pichi..." She lifted the handle of her sparkling flail. Upon the press of a switch, a thin pink blade shot out from the end of the hilt. "Beamu~!" With her final cry, Frossa lunged downwards at what once was the head of the creature. She rammed the dagger into the area where an eyesocket would have been- repeatedly. The creature howled and spasmed, struggling against the chains. It's struggling waned into erratical twitching, until it was still.

Frossa straightened up, untangled her flail after a few moments of struggling with the corpse, and retrieved a hankerchief to wipe off her weapon. She winked at the camera as she went to recollect it. "Frossa: 1, freaky mutant daywalker: 0~!"

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HP: 10/20
Military Weapon +1
YTMA Pins: Grandmaster Tactics, Master Strength, Training Troll Relations
(5 autokill + 1)

0/2 Adept Artifact, offensive style b (2d6 Deal double damage on this attack, 2x per battle. 1 ongoing damage for all turns after. The ongoing damage from these stack.)
0/2 Novice Trinket, offensive style a (1d6+1 auto hit on this attack, also removing from max hp count, 2x per battle)

 

[Micillia]

Punkie Vielli
HP: 17;
Attack: 1D6+1;
Support trinket; heal 1/2 hp 1/1
YTMA training Academics, Novice Agility, Novice Endurance

Punkie could feel herself loosing the energy to keep going. She didnt want to make her team wait, but to be honest, they looked like they could use a quick one anyway. The juggalo sat down, on top of the corpse of the monster, and sang in an odd, deep voice.

"The Messiahs take this undead token,
And from it, heal those of us now goddamned broken.
We fight, we live, we ******** breath in the name of you,
Now we offer only a small ******** prayer for fuel."

Advance 6
Restore 1d8+2 via Endurance

 

[seekingCylem]

Sinter advances down the corridor!

HP: 9/20
Military Weapon: +1 DMG
YTMA Pins:
Journeytroll in Covert-Ops
Master in Leadership
Trinkets:
0/1 Agility Style B: Attack twice with 4d6. Add +1 to both accuracy rolls.
1/1 Support Style B: Roll 1d4, on a 1, 2, or 3, ally regains a quarter their max hp. On a 4, ally recovers entirely.

Frossa brought down the daywalker with a sharp jangling of bones on steel. Sinter wobbled on his feet, but held fast. They needed to make it to the steering system. They didn't have much more time for these kinds of violent detours.

Sinter calmed his breathing and thought back to the information he'd gathered on the layout of the ship. They were close, but not close enough to give Sinter much peace of mind.

Mini-bosses Slain: 3/4
Ship Advancements: 8/20  

[seekingCylem]

Sinter scouts ahead!

HP: 9/20
Military Weapon: +1 DMG
YTMA Pins:
Journeytroll in Covert-Ops (Cooldown in 3 advances)
Master in Leadership
Trinkets:
0/1 Agility Style B: Attack twice with 4d6. Add +1 to both accuracy rolls.
1/1 Support Style B: Roll 1d4, on a 1, 2, or 3, ally regains a quarter their max hp. On a 4, ally recovers entirely.

"I'm beginning to suspect we're near the cargo hold," Sinter said idly as they walked. There was a lot of just stuff lying around among busted crates, and rooms just full of boxes. There was no immediate sign of danger, but also no sign of progression towards the steering systems.

Mini-bosses Slain: 3/4
Ship Advancements: 8/20  

[Sypon]

HP: 18 /40
Military Weapon: +1 DMG (+1 for adult)
Power: Novice Offensive A | 1d6+1 auto hit on this attack, also removing from max hp count, 2x per battle. 0/2
YTMA Pins:
Novice Intelligence
Grandmaster Recruiting
Trinkets:
1/2 Support Style A | Heals another troll that is over 0HP by half their maximum hp, 2x per battle.
0/1 Agility Style B | 2 2d6 hits with +1 to accuracy to each on this attack, 1x per battle*.

"Good instincts, Sinter," Tamiya mumbled. She was in the process of looking down the hallway, spotting a door cracked open amongst a good number of burnt-out looking ones. "This may be some kind of armament closet," Tamiya continued. "Perhaps some uniforms or accessories are salvageable."

She turned around, looking to see which of her teammates would volunteer. Suddenly, an idea came to her. "Perhaps the audience would like a view into the fashion of the pre-Reginian era."  

[melona-pan]

Frossa findsMoldy Protective Gear....... then promptly throws it away. Gross.

"A~ah!" The camera shook as Frossa gasped and bounced on her heels. "What a splendid idea, Tamiya!" She was extremely curious how accurate the period costuming in her past FLARP sessions had been. Frossa swept into the closet, pawing with her one free hand through the scarce racks of clothing. There wasn't much inside that hadn't deteriorated into crunchy threads.

She pulled out the only thing that still looked in tact, aiming the camera down at it. It was some military branded protection gear. Fungi grew on the inside of the helmet. "Blech..." Frossa crinkled her nose and discarded the gear on the floor. So much for that idea.  

[Sypon]

HP: 18 /40
Military Weapon: +1 DMG (+1 for adult)
Power: Novice Offensive A | 1d6+1 auto hit on this attack, also removing from max hp count, 2x per battle. 0/2
YTMA Pins:
Novice Covert Ops
Grandmaster Troll Relations
Trinkets:
1/2 Support Style A | Heals another troll that is over 0HP by half their maximum hp, 2x per battle.
0/1 Agility Style B | 2 2d6 hits with +1 to accuracy to each on this attack, 1x per battle*.

"gross"  

[Micillia]

Punkie Vielli
HP: 17;
Attack: 1D6+1;
Support trinket; heal 1/2 hp 1/1
YTMA training Academics, Novice Agility, Novice Endurance

It felt like something was leading her, and not her leading her team, when her steps took her down a somewhat hidden way. There were old, decayed sheets and the like that covered the path, but for Punkie it was a path bathed in light. "Down this path lies the shittiest treasure to be told!" She said as she continued. "We have been left a gift, a tool for us to continue with."

Advance 8
Oh is that loot?

 

[seekingCylem]

Sinter looks for loot... He finds tame mutant undead space gerbils!

HP: 9/20
Military Weapon: +1 DMG
YTMA Pins:
Journeytroll in Covert-Ops (Cooldown in 2 advances)
Master in Leadership
Trinkets:
0/1 Agility Style B: Attack twice with 4d6. Add +1 to both accuracy rolls.
1/1 Support Style B: Roll 1d4, on a 1, 2, or 3, ally regains a quarter their max hp. On a 4, ally recovers entirely.

So... Much... Garbage! Sinter glowered at the crates surrounding them as though they'd done him a personal disservice. He harshly knocked a box over while rooting through it for no real reason than the catharsis of it. From within he heard an oddly familiar squeak.

Sinter immediately righted the box and pulled out the old uniforms filling it. Within he found the source of the noise. A gerbil! It looked a little odd, to say the least. It was off-color with a dead-eyed stare. It was cold to the touch, but Sinter picked it up anyway. "Oh hello there, little guy," he cooed. The gerbil twitched a little, but was otherwise placid. Sinter shyly held the gerbil up for the camera to see.

Mini-bosses Slain: 3/4
Ship Advancements: 8/20  

[Micillia]

Punkie Vielli
HP: 17;
Attack: 1D6+1;
Support trinket; heal 1/2 hp 1/1
YTMA training Academics, Novice Agility, Novice Endurance

Punkie held the hamster in her hands, up as if it was some holy relic. "Praise the Messiahs!" She sang with the undead rodent still up in the air, "From the carnival games comes a helpful sign!" She grinned as a through fried in her thinkpan. "It shall be named... The Holy Fuzz Giblet! The Prophet that will lead us on!" The girl held the gerbil to her chest, and looked down at lovingly. It would lead them, lead them on.

Advance 9
Scouting out a corridor

 

[Micillia]

Punkie Vielli
HP: 17;
Attack: 1D6+1;
Support trinket; heal 1/2 hp 1/1
YTMA training Academics, Novice Agility, Novice Endurance

She placed the Prophet onto the ground, and watched the gerbil as it limped along, sniffing the ground. She kept her eyes on it like a hawk, until it eventually, many many minuites late, scampered as fast as a three legged gerbil could, down the corridor. "Holy Fuzz Giblet HAS SPOKEN!" Punkie announced, and ran after the Prophet.

Advance 9
Looking at a corridor

 

[Sypon]

HP: 18 /40
Military Weapon: +1 DMG (+1 for adult)
Power: Novice Offensive A | 1d6+1 auto hit on this attack, also removing from max hp count, 2x per battle. 0/2
YTMA Pins:
Novice Covert Ops
Grandmaster Troll Relations
Trinkets:
1/2 Support Style A | Heals another troll that is over 0HP by half their maximum hp, 2x per battle.
0/1 Agility Style B | 2 2d6 hits with +1 to accuracy to each on this attack, 1x per battle*.

"Goddamn," Tamiya mumbled. "Zombies ahead."

She could sense them coming, but really any troll with peepers and a sniff node could. Tamiya looked at the ground to Punkie's gerbcreature and exclaimed, "You, Giblet, may hold ire in your pusher for sweeps of existence in this lifeless husk. As a prophet of comedy you must bring us success, or you will be decried as false and airlocked."