Turn 74
"Really? Then, should we appease him a little bit?"
Ignoring his frostbitten leg for a while, Kahel freezes the iron man, using ALL his essences.
"No answer, huh? Fine."
Pray god of healing to heal me a bit.
Run away from the iron man. Towards Kahel.
I'll go and sacrifice a cat to please the RNG. So long as I catch him with this, even if doesn't kill him...
Create a force bubble around Ishin (-2 Ranged and solid) then crush him to death with it by making it shrink. Use all chaotic essences (+9/+6) and 4 (+1 POT) essences.
SPD
[1+1=2] vs
[2] vs
[6-1=5] vs
[3+1=4]CMP [3+1+2+6+1-2=11]
POT [4+1+2+3+1+4=15]
LUCK [7]END [3+1=4]LUCK [6]CMP [1->4+2+3+1+1+1-1=11]
POT [3+1+4+1+3+1=13]
LUCK [7]END [6]Crimson decided that enough was enough. If some bastard above was so determined to foil clean and simple kill, they would get something larger to deal with. Using power collected during the trip through the portal he unleashed one of more destructive spells that were still intended for single targets. Powers of gravity shifted and distorted, forming a tight ball around Ishin. Sprites of thought lingering within essensess added a bit extra of their own, decorating incide of said ball with menacing spikes. As soon as his creation was solid enough to hold Crimson gave the command and jail of solid force contracted, crushing his annoying adversary into a ball of gore.
Kahel braced himself. The strange looking mage had just finished dealing with his adversary, and would certainly come for him next. Or eventualy. But even no reason is reason enough in such battle, and so, just as Jase turned around to uselessly shout something at the dragon, thermomancecr began his spell. After Jase turne back looking dissapointed at apathy of dragon, it was too late. Even though Crimsons morphed biology resisted the attack relatively unharmed, his metal body became brittle and unwieldy. It surely wouldn't take much effort to damage or destroy him outright.
{Jase: Silenced, 1 Turn. Crimson: Slowed,5 turns (-1 to all speed rolls), Brittle,3 Turns (Failing END rolls will result in cripling damage).}
Fly to the flesh island in the middle of the blood lake. Loot!
Make 3 more healing essences.
While I'm away, ask Grundar to clean up the gory mess left behind by Etszu.
SPD [(2)/2+1=2]After instructing Grundar to deal with the reamaining mess, James took to the air, casualy flying towards the island of flesh, created by his own effort. Not rushing proved to be an error, as mass of flesh exploded again, throwing gore evrywhere.
"Hmm. This seems like a rather dangerous place to be, what with the mage density bein' so high an' all. Even if nobody's tryin' to kill yah, a fumbled spell most certainly will, if ya not lucky, of course."
The Gambler heads northwest, trying to find a nice peaceful, flat spot on the plains, hopefully on top of a small hill. He makes 2 essences as he walks.
SPD [(6-1=5)/2+1=3.5]
LUCK [5]
CMP [2+1=3]
POT [4+1=5]
CMP [6]
POT [3]Gambler, not wanting to have anything to do with brewing conflict, left for some camping in the plains. Sadly, plains were aptly called and were flat as a mirror, yet covered with lush grass, making for a pleasant walk.
Go towards the lake
SPD [(6)/2+1=4] {You are in a quantum state of movement. You will stabilize near one of the lakes after you tell me which one you ment}
There were quite a few people around Romanticarnus, yet his experienced eye immedietly detected that they were poor information sources. They likely were here for same reason as he - they simply were placed here upon entering. No, if he wanted to find that titan, he needed to go eswhere. That lake might be a nice start.
"ahhhhh finally it wo-ploting to kill me while standing so close? fool. wait......is that....the mage of the evil eye!? as inclined as i am to see if the rumours of his power are true i had best not risk it...."
while no is distracted attack with my sword slashing his eyes. if i miss then follow it up by moveing my sword through the air at him (my sword is metal after all)
Punch nearest face in anger.
"Well, good sir, your aggressiveness may get you one of the best rewards- or let you pay the ultimate price. Shall we find out? You no, wait, you know I would have left you be if you had decided against attacking me and the good purple-legged sir had decided not to join me. Do not jest about my name. But anyway... your death cometh, good sir. I will share the shards given by this fool's death with anyone who aids me substantially with his death."
Use all three of my essences to hit the sword-wielding mage with a Glare of Withering, causing his body to rapidly wither away. Just to be clear, the sword wielding mage who is trying to kill me, not any of the other sword-wielding mages. If he survives that conscious, dodge his attacks. If he survives that in any other state, crush his throat with my boot.
SPD
[2] vs
[5-1=4] vs
[2]Target D2 [2]
STR [6]DEX [6]
CMP [4+1+1+1=7]
POT [3+1+1=5]
LUCK [9]STR [6]DEX [2-1=1]
END [1]END [5]Raman was angry to no end over his bad luck. Usualy, he would have some minion to blame by now, yet shouting at his own leg seemed rather senseles. Thankfuly, two witless mages stood within range of his fists, with faces that had certain punchable quality.
No managed to notice a fist flying towards him moment before it was too late. Quick roll managed to move him out of harms way, but demonologist put too much force in his move, tumbling and falling down on No, pinning them both to the ground. A fact that Flare was quick to exploit with an overhead strike.
While being pined down did not give No any chance to dodge, same could not be said abaut counteratack. Wither struck both of Flares' legs as his sword flew through the air, felling feromage and adding even more mess to the pile of now three battling mages. Yet it was too late to change arc of falling sword by much, and it bit deep into Nos' right shoulder. While Flare managed to stay coherent after having his legs weakened, No was rather everwhelmed by pain, screaming in pain and shouting curses.
{No gets END rol next turn. Upon failure, turn is skiped}
LUCK [10]All (most) mages turned their heads towards bloody lake, their atention caught by sensation of great power. Dragon that was feasting upon remains of giant worm reeled its head upwards, tearing an object as large as a mans torso out of gore. As soon as the object left worms carcass, worm remains exploded, covering lake in gore entirely. It was a gigantic soul shard, radiating with power, yet it was only visible for a moment before dragon swalowed it whole. Almost immedietly, remains of a corpse around the dragon froze solid as spaces between its scales began glowing faint pink.
Poll
19 (46.3%)
Author
Topic: Roll to Magic: Turn 268 The finish line (Read 1272134 times)