Susan licks her new friend and says hello.
You lick batman with your metal tongue.
"SWEAR TO ME!"Toaster do you happen to know any words for metals?
Say Word
Aim at phil!
[phil dex:1+1]
[javier dex:6-1]
[pot:4+1]
[dex:6-1]
[phil dex:6+1]
Phil leaps away from your eyebeams of corrosive black poison, into the south stairwell. Unfortunately he leaps a little too hard and ends up tumbling all the way down the stairs to the second floor.
[end:5]
He ends up at the bottom of the stairs in a bruised and unhappy, but otherwise uninjured, pile.
"Karenthar Rosha-halel!"Karenthar: Flesh
Garhantel: Cylinder
Zzeralthonth: Cat
Rosha-halel: Illusion alter?
[pot:5]
A great mound of flesh grows in front of you, swelling upward till it's several feet high. A solid white plate of bone forms atop it, like tabletop, and curving ribs or tusks sprout up beside this table. A deep divot appears in the tabletop, swelling out to form a basin embedded in the Altar.
If next to Possibly, try to help him not die and kill him with my jagged obsidian stump if this doesn't work.
If not, mutter a prayer to some god which would accept Possibly.
"....um....Is there a patron saint of drunk, Scottish, murderers? I feel like there is, I just don't know it..."
(I was fucking around with that post, since you couldn't reach him. Sorry, should have made that obvious.)
...
OH FUCK MY HAND
Plu-shastaron Esprio!
[pot:4]
A cage made out of blood appears in front of you, holds it's shape for maybe a half a second, and then splatters down all over the stone. You are still bleeding.
Continue!
Note to self, do not disguise assassination attempts with thinly veiled puns.
Were you not actually trying to kill me? If not, be careful when sending PW "If X is attacking me..." style conditional actions.
In truth, I was. I had a set of words to shoot spears made of fire at you. Out of my eyes. It would have been glorious. So, as regrettable on my part as these events were, I deserved this outcome.
I'm still trying to live. I even have a plan for how to live. I wouldn't mind calling this battle off now, but you and I both know that isn't going to happen. There is no room for mercy in the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground.
Let the games continue. Roll the dice my good GM, there is a battle to resolve.
Ironic, how hubris will probably kill me. All those stories about how personality flaws killed heroes, and all those times I laughed in the face of such stupidity. Yet I am bleeding horribly because I wanted shiny wings.
Enough philosophical meanderings! Time for the regrettably sober Scott to face his destiny, be it for bliss or brimstone.
Turn. Potentially more Turn. Wonder how GWG got onto the fifth floor.
[thrakor dex:4+2]
[possibly dex:5+1]
(Simultaneous actions)
[possibly pot:2+2]
[Thrakor dex:2+2]
[thrakor str:5]
[possibly pot:2+2]
Possibly speaks his words, spitting blood as he does, and a mark crawls across his flesh, covering him from head to toe and wiping away the other marks as it goes. As it spreads Thrakor takes flight. He shoots to the fourth level and leans his staff against the wall just long enough for him to grab the thunderball from where it fell and hurl it at Possibly. As it flies, Possibly's mark finishes spreading and he activates it. His body fades black and flesh becomes rubber; his entire body transforms into living rubber. His bleeding stops immediately and he stands back up, suddenly feeling fine.
And then a thunderball clocks him upside the head and sends him tumbling off his pillar and down onto the 4th floor. He isn't hurt by the fall though, rubber and all.
((@Toaster: Yes, the arm.
Also lol at the batman.))
"Damn it! Now or never!"
Will bear. If bear's not having any of my sass, Words.
EDIT: Also Murder Words regardless.
[will:3-1]
The bear grumbles and huffs but doesn't move, preferring instead to keep sitting around near the stairs with you.
You sigh and drag yourself outside, looking for your target. Wherever the are now, you can't see them. They must be hidden by the lip of a level or behind something. Oh well.
You crawl back in and try a few more words.
[pot:6+1]
A solid dome of steel, a foot thick, materializes around you and Tamara's cuddle pile. It is absolutely fucking pitch black in there and there aren't any exits.
Tamara Volk:Tsuchigumo550: Pool:1/4 (broken bone bow. Slightl glowing fungus kneepads.Left hand gone.)[first floor, north stairs, hiding in cloth]
Phil(2):Greatwyrmgold: pool:2/2 [obsidian left arm, hand blown up.][second floor, bottom of south stairs]
Grin:Ironyowl: Pool: 3/5 (Left leg broken)[First floor, north stairs. Hidden in cloth.]
Possibly(9):Onyxjew: Pool:3/5 (some cloth,flesh staff. Entire body, living rubber.) [fourth floor, southeast area]
Susan(2): satan: Pool:2/4 (Body of living steel)[fourth floor, south stairs area.]
Thrakor(13):Toaster: Pool:4/4 (Bone deep gash in left upper arm. Bandaged but Left arm useless.Right hand made of electricity. Crystal-lightning staff. Torso marked.)[fourth floor, west side]
Javier:Javier: Pool:1/3 [Third floor, west stairs.]
Talos: Spinaltaper: Pool:3/4 [Fourth level, north section.]
I wonder if anyone has noticed?
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