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- Turn 32: The Hundred Deaths -
Just when it was all going so well, some sort of maddeningly powerful beast has shown up like a bad cliche…"Well, that situation got resolved quickly. Shame about our friend, though. Oh well."
Righteous Litany. Chant, baby, chant.
(2) The beast before you is truly fearsome, his eyes of yellow piercing your soul to pin you to earth. Nevertheless, you raise your hands skywards and let your voice boom forth, the words of Solvarion rolling from your tongue to lift your spirits and those of your comrades.
“Wer unter dem Schirm des Höchsten sitzt und unter dem Schatten des Allmächtigen bleibt, der spricht zu dem HERRN: Meine Zuversicht und meine Burg, mein Gott, auf den ich hoffe.
Denn er errettet dich vom Strick des Jägers und von der schädlichen Pestilenz.
Er wird dich mit seinen Fittichen decken, und deine Zuversicht wird sein unter seinen Flügeln. Seine Wahrheit ist Schirm und Schild!“Create a shield of wind between us and Mr. Boss Monster.
I could try making a shield of stone, sturdier, but now is not a time to try leveling up.
(Your action doesn’t get a +1 from Righteous Litany because it wasn’t an attack.)
You decide that the first order of business is a barrier. Let the monster come to you! (1) (Tails: Inversion) You reach forth to call upon the power of the skies, but your mind slips and falls and comes crashing to earth.
With a resounding crack and a scream, the ground between you and Vanda splits open. Unfortunately, it’s not a very
deep crack, nor a very wide one, but it
might form a barrier.
If he were the size of a rabbit.
Sadly, he is not.
(3) The force of the inverted magic leaving your body tears the Earth power holding your right hand together into shreds. There’s a clattering, barely audible over the shrieking of the ground, as your rockhand crumbles to the floor. It’ll probably take a few seconds for the magic to reassert itself. (Rockhand is nonfunctional for a turn)Get behind the shield and behind Baldur. Shoot arrows at boss-nasty.
You slip your bow back off your shoulder and nock an arrow. "Oh, heads up, the insane-O scribbles were all linked to the old woman. Just in case you wondered why I killed her,” you explain, feeling the need to justify your homicidal impulses to the others.
(2) You fire two arrows in quick succession, your hands blurring between bow and quiver. (5+1) Your first arrow lances forth like the fury of a god and tears a hole completely through the beast’s left shoulder. (4+1) Your second arrow follows suit, stabbing deep into his gut.
Vanda lurches slightly, before straightening. His lips pull back from his teeth in a disturbingly wide grin and lightning, pitch black and crackling, fills both wounds. When the lightning fades, the bleeding in both wounds has stopped.
Baldur adopts a defensive stance, ready to strike if Vanda gets past Ekoka's air shield.
"Damn it, I knew that something like this was going to happen!" you shout, drawing your sword and stepping in front of Ekoka, standing squarely between him and the ‘chasm’. Your greatsword, broken in half, is held ready in one hand. You wish you had strayed to investigate the village’s smithy to investigate possible replacement weapons, but it’s a tad late now.
Oh well.
Manda laughs at your pathetic attempts to defend yourselves. “A mage who can barely control his power, a man with a broken sword and a priest who can only chant? Bah!” He stalks forward slowly, seemingly intent on biding his time.
“You, however,” he murmurs in a sultry voice, pointing one sickly-green finger at Felice, “I like your style.” His voice is worming into your ears, dripping like poisonous honey. “You would make a fine lieutenant… You’re even of the right blood.” His lips peel back from his teeth again, revealing disturbingly shiny teeth. Man, that’s just not right. “But then… You would never agree, would you?” He pouts like a child with his favourite toy taken away. “Pity. Don’t worry, my kinsman. I’m sure you taste delicious. I’ll savour every bite.” His eyes drift over the other three. “Although… I’ve never tried Southlander.”
He turns his hand over so it’s palm up. Light - or a lack thereof - flickers and the surroundings darken as though his hand was a source of shadow. Inky black fire blooms into existence, a ball of flame that’s the colour of midnight. Ekoka tilts his head. “It’s… not magic. I don’t know what that is!” he mutters.
The fireball flares up before shrinking, condensing on itself in the span of a few seconds until Vanda is holding a ball of pitch blackness. He grins. “Catch.” He lobs the ball directly at Ekoka!
Baldur steps forth, greatsword held in both hands, and swings as though to bat the ball away. (2) He misses and the ball flies past to crash into the ground at Ekoka’s feet. It pulses once and that’s all the warning the four of you get.
DODGE ROLL:
Lyu: 5
Ekoka: 4
Felice: 5+1
Baldur: 3
Lyu dives sideways as the ball explodes; a chunk of cobblestone the size of his head flies past, narrowly missing out on flattening his nose. He pulls his hands up to shield his face as more pebbles and chunks of rock rain down, but little more than dust lands on him. He climbs swiftly to his feet, staff raised and ready to parry any incoming attack.
Ekoka is knocked backwards by the blast, but manages to land on his feet. He sets himself a little shakily, spitting sideways to get the dust from his mouth.
Felice rolls sideways but hurriedly rises to his feet as he goes immediately for the counter. It’s a danger, but he has an opening! An arrow is in his hand and on the string before the sound of the blast has completely faded; a rock crashes into his back painfully, probably bruising a rib, but it worked; the monster hasn’t fully recovered from his throw. (4+1+1) The arrow streaks forth and pierces Vanda in his right hand, the shaft travelling directly up his arm. Vanda screams as the arrow is embedded in his hand up to his elbow!
Baldur gets knocked head over heels by the blast and lands flat on his back with a massive crash. A lump of cobblestone lands squarely on his stomach, pushing all of the air out of his lungs in one great exhale.
(Vanda can’t use his weird demon magic with his right hand anymore.)
(Felice is bruised on his back. He can’t quite draw his bow back fully. -1 to ranged attacks for three turns.)
(Baldur is winded! -1 to all rolls for the next turn while he catches his breath.)
Vanda is thoroughly angry now. “You… You filthy animals!” he growls, crouching slightly. “How dare you lay a finger on me!” He darts forward and leaps, arms outstretched, directly for (3) Felice!Traits:
+1 to Strength
+1 to Endurance
+1 to Agility
+1 to Defence against Magic
Known Techniques:
Grenade
Injuries:
Big hole in left shoulder (Cauterised)
Hole in gut (Sealed)
Arrow in right arm (Can’t use magic with right hand)
Quickly roll on side toward the flunky, then cut its legs till it falls down and initiate plan "stab repeatedly until dead"
Then try and sneak away without being found again.
You dimly hear an oration coming from the direction of the village, but you pay it no mind. The shrieking and screaming of rock is a little more disconcerting, but of no moment; the gibbering and mad monster in front of you takes precedence.
You dive sideways, rolling around in the dirt like a flustered chicken. This strange movement has the desired effect, however, confusing the monster and allowing you to roll within reach, so you roll a little more and take a swing at his legs! (5) There’s a rather nasty thwuck as your sword embeds in the creature’s thigh. It screams and falls over.
You heave yourself on top of the screaming and crying beast and lever yourself into a half-decent stabbin’ position. (1) You… uh… Well, you miss. Shoot. Which gives the monster all the opening he needs to grab you by the shoulders! He pulls your torso down (Really, you’re not much
more than a torso, head and arms anyway…) and bites deeply into the thick band of muscle at the base of your neck!
(2+1) You flounder and flail at the thing with the deathgrip on your neck, but to no avail. At least you didn’t slip into unconsciousness or lose hold of your sword. That would have made it
really difficult to escape this thing that’s determined to have you for dinner.
Lyu Brak (Harry Baldman)Profession: Priest
Status: Chanting his heart out.
Inventory:Staff (Bronze-Capped)
Religious Necklace
Warm Priestly Robes and Pants
Warm Priestly Shoes
185 gold
10 Jimsonweed Fruit
Many bits of Thuun’s legs
Jagged shard of bone
Curious dagger
Wounds/Status: You’re all good!
Abilities: [Boundlessly Cheerful] [The Good Priest] [Not that faithful] [Righteous Litany (3/3)]Baldur Bergfalk (USEC_OFFICER)Profession: Mercenary
Status: Tumbling.
Inventory:Broken greatsword
Worn leather jerkin (and normal clothes)
Worn leather boots
Bear fur cloak300 gold
Wounds/Status: [Winded (2/1)]Abilities: [Skilled Bargainer] [Guileless] [I'm Not Right Handed] [Righteous Litany (3/3)][/abbr][/color]
Lao Thuun (BFEL)Profession: Warrior Mage
Status: Getting eaten
Inventory: Blunted bronze sword
Leather armour and boots
Acolyte's SuncloakReligious Necklace
210 gold
Wounds/Status: [Healed stumpy legs]Abilities:[Enduring] [Dragon Aspect: 1] [Slow Cast] [Atoner] [Spellsword ][Regenerative Magic]Spells:[Life Spell: Wisp] Magical Experience:[Ea: 0] [Wi: 0] [Fi: 1] [Wa: 0] [Li: 2] [Fo: -1] [Lt: 0] [Sh: 0] Felice Nasib (Pancaek)Profession: Seaman
Status: Still being a badass.
Inventory: Repaired Shortbow
Fourteen Arrows
Razor-sharp DirkNautical Longcoat and Boots
313 gold
KidzukuWounds/Status: [Bruising on back (4/3)]Abilities: [Fearless] [Kidzuku: Arrowtime] [Not a Landlubber] [Trick Shot] [Kidzuku: Comprehension] [Righteous Litany (3/3)][/abbr][/color]
Ekoka (GreatWyrmGold)Profession: Wanderer
Status: Losing his hand. Again.
Inventory: Cracked shillelagh
Wanderer's Cloak
Sturdy Clothes and Boots
Length of Rope
Flint and Tinder
380 gold
Wounds/Status: [Disabled Rockhand (2/1)]Abilities: [Survivalist] [Dual Focus] [Slow Cast] [Maladjusted to heat] [Guiding Spirit] [Righteous Litany (3/3)][/abbr][/color]
Spells:[Wind Spell: Alacrity]Magical Experience:[Ea: 0] [Wi: 1] [Fi: 0] [Wa: 0] [Li: 0] [Fo: 0] [Lt: 0] [Sh: 0] 
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