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Micillia rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-12)
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 Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2017 5:33 pm
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Punkie Vielli
HP: 6;
Attack: 1D6+1;
Support trinket; heal 1/2 hp; 0/1
YTMA training Academics, Novice Agility, Novice Endurance
Punkie was snapped back to the present by Tamiya's shouting. She looked into the purpleblood's eyes as Tamiya held her cheeks. The world all seemed to come back to her through those pools of purple the older juggalo used as eye sprockets. <******** gourd up. Yes, she needed to gourd all the ******** up and focus on the now. She nodded to Tamiya, and stood up, her daggers out and ready.
She saw her teammate, the Super Star Frossa fall to her knees, and she pulled out the med pack she had been saving for just such a situation. The juggalo fended off attacks, managing to punch back a bit too, as she made her way to the purpleblood teen. "Frossa!" She shouted as she let the med pack do its work. "We need your merriment and mirth here! Join us fine b***h, in defeating this ******** EVIL!"
Advance 10
Dealing 2 Damage, 35/40
Using Support trinket; heal 1/2 hp on Frossa
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seekingCylem rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 3
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2017 5:36 pm
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Sinter attacks the volatile, bladed, hulking commander!
HP: 8/20
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.
Sinter steeled himself at Tamiya's touch. "Of course," he responded with a convincing primness. He would follow closely, and the Messiahs, or more accurately, Tamiya, would watch over him.
Tamiya stepped into the room. True to his word, Sinter followed behind with Punkie. The beast beyond the door was similarly bladed to their previous opponent, but enormous. It was swollen with muscles and sharp protrusions alike. Sinter held his blade and joined Tamiya at her side.
Sinter does 4 damage!
Miniboss HP: 31/40
Mini-bosses Slain: 3/4
Ship Advancements: 10/20 |
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seekingCylem rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2017 5:39 pm
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melona-pan rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 3
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2017 5:40 pm
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Frossa takes 5 DMG.
Frossa deals 4 DMG.
Mini Boss HP: 27
"Ahh~! I feel so much better now!" Frossa flexed her arms, now freshly patched up thanks to Punkie's handiwork. "Thanks! Now lets go get 'em!"
The bladed commander was a sight to behold. Certainly a creature befitting a final battle; Frossa set the camera's filter to one with dramatic contrast. Fiddling briefly with some mechanics, she raised her arm into the air and the camera lifted off her palm. There had only been enough charge in the camera's droid capabilities for a few minutes before attempting a landing; Frossa had been saving it for the final battle. She readied herself for a fierce fight.
"Don't blink, or you just might miss something cool!" Crooning into the tripoded camera, she joined her squadron in the fray.
Her chain whipped out in a metallic blur, looping around one of the commander's bladed arms. It struggled and screeched in retaliation, lashing out at Frossa with another limb. She felt a wet warmth at her side before she felt any pain. "Nnhg-" She grounded herself and yanked downwards with all her might, incapacitating the abomination momentarily to allow her team mates a clearer opening.
Quote: HP: 13/20 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) |
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Sypon rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2017 5:41 pm
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HP: 12 /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:
0/2 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*.
Sinter’s warning was an echo that reached Tamiya in the nick of time. With not a moment to spare, she stumbled back as her moirail’s sword collided with that of the commander’s. Her teeth gritted. He had saved her from a mortal blow.
Sweat beads began to slide down her temples. Tamiya rushed to flank the commander and laid a crushing blow to one of its joints, feeling something snap underneath the weight of her attack. She struck again - and again. The undead had a habit of going, and going. Slicing tendons and shattering bones into a kaleidoscope of shrapnel would not cause them to cease. They felt no pain. Trolls, however, could endure and recover - but they were always in pain.
Tamiya shrieked as her shoulderblade was sliced upward. The electric sensation refused to numb as she clutched at it, her weapon-arm now weakened and gushing whenever she took a swing. She looked to her companions: Frossa still tying down the monster, weakening but monstrously strong, Punkie’s indomitable spirit, Sinter.
BOSS HP: 19/40
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Micillia rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 1
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2017 5:49 pm
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Punkie Vielli
HP: 11;
Attack: 1D6+1;
Support trinket; heal 1/2 hp; 0/1
YTMA training Academics, Novice Agility, Novice Endurance
Punkie gritted her teeth in a smile as she watched her team. Frossa's skill with her chained weapon did give the team a lot more opportunities, but still the bladed undead was able to attack. The one arm he had unchained was swinging wildly around, leaving many openings but doing lots of damage.
"Captain!" Punkie called out, "Ill gather the ******** attention to the right, so you can attack his left." With that the juggalo leapt at the hulking commander's right side, hoping that she could distract the undead enough for her Captain to get in a big blow. The juggalo took out her hidden weapon, and readied it. "Come get me ya DAMN ******** PILE O s**t!" Punkie yelled as she pulled the trigger on the party popper, covering the undead troll in glitter, streamers and confetti.
How could he not notice her now, he looked ridiculous.
Advance 10
Dealing 2 Damage to the Hulking Commander!, 17/40
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seekingCylem rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 3
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2017 5:51 pm
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Sinter attacks the volatile, bladed, hulking commander!
HP: 0/20
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.
0/1 Support Style B: Roll 1d4, on a 1, 2, or 3, ally regains a quarter their max hp. On a 4, ally recovers entirely.
They'd had their fair share of ruthless battles on this ship alone. This ******** was on his own, separate level. The intensity of the women's showmanship struck a disorienting, fearsome contrast to the brute horror of the hulking commander. As afraid and ragged as everyone might have been, they were far more dedicated to the art of it all. Sinter was overwhelmed by the the sheer amount of presence in the room.
That and the blood loss.
Even the shallowest lacerations accumulated over time. Sinter had been torn by faceless masses and wailing abominations, to say nothing of the comparatively generic waves upon waves of classic daywalkers. Sinter's legs had carried him from harm's way so many times that night. He faltered. Once, twice. A blade cleaved through his jacket and the skin beneath it. Sinter stumbled backwards. He reflexively clutched his shoulder as though afraid it would drop straight off.
Punkie's party popper exploded in a cannon fire of light and color. Sinter took his chance to stab deep between the ribs of the monster. The commander spun on Punkie at the disturbance. A tree-like arm, studded with branches of spikes, caught Sinter across the torso.
He made a dull, damp sound as he skidded to the other side of the room. Sinter couldn't breathe. He didn't know if he was capable, much less if he remembered how. Gashes oozed red in an ugly constellation across his chest and belly. Sinter couldn't see any of it. He could hardly see anything beyond dark, fuzzy shapes, and the occasional stark glint of metal.
Sinter's mind blackened before his vision did. Any other night he would have thought facing death involved a lot of introspection, regret maybe. Fear? He couldn't feel much of anything, not even gratitude for the lack of pain. He gurgled something incomprehensible to even himself. He was just
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Sinter does 4 damage!
Miniboss HP: 17/40
Mini-bosses Slain: 3/4
Ship Advancements: 10/20 |
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melona-pan rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 1
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2017 5:52 pm
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Frossa takes 4 DMG.
Frossa deals 2 DMG.
Mini Boss HP: 15
The warmth at the side of her abdomen had blossomed across most of her front. Frossa could feel her own blood soaked jacket weighing her down. Her thinkpan felt sluggish, the movements of the other trolls seemed blurred and out of focus. Punkie's colourful distraction caused the creature to writhe and spin wildly; Frossa recoiled and struggled to retain her grip on the handle of her flail. Her body trembled with effort, her feet slid across the blood smeared floor. She wasn't sure how much longer she could hold it down.
"Sinter!" She bellowed as the redblood went flying across the battle feild, helpless to intervene. He wasn't moving. "Get up, soldier!"
No, no- they were so close. The control room was right there. Retreat was a non-option. Especially now; with the camera whirring above them, recording their every action. Her throat tightened. Failure was a non-option.
The creature swept foreward at her with the branched limb, following with a backswing. Frossa dodged the first, but clipped the second with her left arm. She heard the slight rasp of material ripping. Jagged blades sliced through sleeve of her jacket, meeting exoskeleton. She cried out, then slammed her jaw shut and hissed.
Purple blood began to splatter across the floor in copious amounts. Pain forced her breathing into irregular gasps, but Frossa steeled herself. She was resolute.
Yanking her arms up over her head with a strained shriek, she snapped her chain and rounded one side of the mutated commander. Weaving the chain strategically around the shards of blade protruding from the creature, she tightened her restraints. "I'm not sure how much longer I can hold it--"
Quote: HP: 9/20 Military Weapon +1 YTMA Pins: Grandmaster Tactics, Master Strength, Training Troll Relations 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) |
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Sypon rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2017 5:53 pm
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HP: 3 /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:
0/2 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*.
Tamiya does 8 damage!
Sinter went down, and Tamiya’s vision tunneled. Whether from the pain or the horror, she fell to a knee unable to see clearly. How quickly things had erupted in chaos… Unraveled and fallen apart. Her arm hung limp and dripping onto the hard floor, eyes unfocused.
Wasting precious time while Frossa’s final defense fell.
With the purpleblood Lieutenant’s warning, Tamiya snapped to hazy attention. She allowed her eyes to haze over, body moving automatically while the light from her moirail began to fade. She could not allow it to be extinguished.
Clumsy as ever, the juggalo charged into the fray. Receiving slash after slash and wound after wound, ripping open old cuts and layering new ones criss-cross onto the old.
“SINTER!” Tamiya howled. Her voice cracked and wavered in the cold room, echoing. “Get up and fight, goddamnit!”
The denial that he could leave her and the creeping sensation that he might drove her rage. Her eyes fogged with red, the pulsing remnants of her powers coursing through her finger tips and into each maniacal strike. The fight was dirty and violent. Just how juggalos liked it.
“For Alternia! For Sinter! For the Messiahs!” Each blow was punctuated with a gorey slap of club against rotten flesh, the crunch of brittle bones. Victory… Victory was so close.
BOSS HP: 7/40
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seekingCylem rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2017 5:55 pm
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Micillia rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 4
Total: 9 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2017 5:55 pm
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Punkie Vielli
HP: 3;
Attack: 1D6+1;
Support trinket; heal 1/2 hp; 0/1
YTMA training Academics, Novice Agility, Novice Endurance
Punkie knew she would be feeling all of this later, and not much later by the looks of things. She had been focusing, tunnel visioning, on this one goal; kill the undead Commander. But that's something you can only do for so long, and she had already been doing it for longer than she should have. The juggalo saw the floor; a beautiful painting of purples, red and orange, all swirled together with the grey, almost green fluid that came from the zombie. It would have been beautiful, if she had had the time to look at it.
Punkie heard Tamiya's scream, saw Sinter fall, and shook for worry as Frossa just barely held on. The commander himself was barely standing, but he was standing enough. Her team was hardly holding on. But she was standing, she could fight, had to fight.
So with that on her mind, she jumped in once more, the throbbing of her body all too loud, now that it had pulled her out of her juggalo rage. Just a little more, just a little longer. "Just," She saw an opening, "Die," She went in, and sliced the neck with her daggers. She could feel herself almost doing it, cutting through the thin skin there, "Allrea-" then she was knocked back, into the wall, away from the one chance she had had to kill the thing and save her team. She couldn't do it tho, she failed.
Advance 10
Dealing 5 Damage to the Hulking Commander!, 2/40
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melona-pan rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 6
Total: 9 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2017 5:57 pm
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FROSSA KILLS THE THING BUT ALSO FLOPS OVER, KO'D
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Quote: HP: 0/20 Military Weapon +1 YTMA Pins: Grandmaster Tactics, Master Strength, Training Troll Relations 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)
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seekingCylem rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2017 5:59 pm
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Sinter determines the state of the ship... And reboots the steering system!
HP: 10/20
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.
0/1 Support Style B: Roll 1d4, on a 1, 2, or 3, ally regains a quarter their max hp. On a 4, ally recovers entirely.
Sinter's consciousness warred with the increasing awareness of his pain. He made it onto his hands and knees. Blindly, he groped for his sword. Once, twice, he brought himself upright, though he was hunched heavily over his saber as he used it to stand.
Sweat and hair and blood blurred Sinter's vision as he struggled to track the violence before him. Punkie and Tamiya tore at the commander. Their viciousness would make their Messiah's proud. It was Frossa, though, that landed the killing blow. Sinter nearly collapsed at the sight as Frossa herself was taken out in the clash. "Fr-ghck-! was all Sinter could exclaim. She couldn't go down; not when they were so close.
Sinter's eyes flickered to the door behind the heap of the monster. The steering systems! They could do this. They could still succeed. Sinter shakily limped to the wall, then pulled himself around the door.
He could make out the looming shape of the empty helmsman console. Sinter's thoughts flickered over to the other teams as he attempted to power the connecting machinery. Both suspense and broken ribs held Sinter's breath as he waited.
The room thrummed with an odd sensation. The consoles lit up. "Connecting to auxiliary power. Please standby." Sinter chuckled in relief, regretting the spike of pain immediately.
Adrenaline and the elation of success carried Sinter from the steering systems, albeit slowly and haphazardly. "T-Tamiya! Punkie!" He coughed delicately, "Grab Frossa. The steering systems are online. We need- We need to evacuate." He smiled through he grimace.
"Grab the camera too, I guess."
Minibosses Slain: 4/4
Ship Advancements: 10/20 |
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