Turn 19Swear under my breath in old Irish.
Go mbrise an deabhal do shrón*..
Put out the fire. If it spreads more, run away. Find some fireproof old ruin somewhere or something to hide under until the inevitable firest fire has spread beyond this area. Curse under my breath again.
*Translation: May the devil break your nose.
5You successfully put out the fire before anything important is damaged. You also keep your campfire going, safely this time.
"Well shit."
Find a nonmetallic weapon, like a brick or some thing then head further in to the catacombs.
6You go looking for a brick or something. You do find such a brick. Unfortunately it's in the hands of a cultist who just jumped out at you. (Cultist attack)
5 vs 2 The cultist hits you with the brick, leaving a nasty bruise.
"This is our chance! Adam, knock her down!"
Pull out my shotgun, and do a double takedown with Adam against Anti-Anna.
He'll knock her down, and I'll destroy her head with my Riot Shotgun.
2+1 vs 1+1Chant in ominous Latin to boost the power of my allies.
6Continue laying into anti-me. If possible at any point, cut his head off.
4+1 vs 4+1Help to fight the evil adventurer clones.
2+1 vs 2+2(Adventurers vs Anti-Adventurers)
3+1 vs 6+2(Cows)
5The Mug attempts ominous chanting. The chant was a bit too much on the ominous side. Everyone gets stronger, but the villains are more improved than the heroes. Adam runs to the adventurers aid against their counterparts. However, the Praetorian squad works well enough together with the inadvertent Grail boost that they manage to fight off both the nephilim and the adventurers. Anna tries to call for Adam's assistance, but is ignored. The shotgun blast thus only wounds Anti-Anna. Both Aaron and his duplicate take to the skies for battle. They rush together and collide. The shockwave is enough to blast away the top halves of the nearby buildings, but both dragons are unscathed.
Meanwhile the cows graze. They find a nutritious supply of illusion-grass buried under an overturned car.
... back to the Mug Dimension! Bah!
2You try to go back to the Mug Dimension, but you just end up in a worthless dimension full of Henri IV Dudognon Heritage Cognac Grande Champagne.
Devise a ritual to horribly corrupt the Sun. Nothing can escape the mutagenic forces of Chaos if the Sun itself radiates them!
2-1Assist.
Also, make myself immune to mutagenic stuff and radiation if I'm not immune already.
(I just want to say that I like how your action indicates you'll help destroy the world regardless of if you've managed to keep yourself safe.)
1, 3Goatsby tries to corrupt the Sun while ATHATH senses a potentially apocalyptic decision being made somewhere and immediately attempts to insist. Everything goes wrong. Goatsby's spell is already unsuccessful, while ATHATH's spell malfunctions when it hits the Madness Zone. The Sun is now deadly to Goatsby's mutants when they're outside the Zone.
remove my cloak in a acrobatic way hiding myself from view for a second.
Use that second to steal the sword from Lord Saxon mist/hands.
1, 6-2 vs 1You attempt to do an acrobatic trick with your cloak, but just end up tangled up and fall over. Lord Saxon bursts into his first genuine laugh in centuries. By the time he recovers, you've stolen his sword. His dogs stand back up and carefully advance up the stairs.
"NEVER!", 0cra yells, as he runs for cover and patches himself up before returning fire.
6You duck behind cover as arrows sail in above you. You go for bandages, but find that you're out. You hear the boots of the guards advancing up the stairs and are forced to use your most dangerous technique. The Unending Unreadability. This berserker rage gets you back on feet, but you enter an unstoppable killing rage and fight to the death.
You whip around the corner and gun down a row of guards. A crossbow bolt to your shoulder then knocks the charge rifle from your hand. You yell in unintelligible fury and slide down the banister while pulling out the bolts. At the bottom, you slam both bolts through the visor of the one who shot you. A massive guard then pulls you off her and slams you into a wall. He goes for a finishing curb stomp, but you catch the underside of his heel with your working hand. Tearing off the leg, you beat him to death with it and run outside. The guards on the walls open fire as you beat your way through the sword wielding guards running to engage you. A bolt in your lower spine stops the charge. The commander strolls forward, calmly cocking his crossbow. You respond by using the last of your strength to throw the leg right through his gut. He crumples to his knees and asks one question. "Why?" Your final reply is quick and clear.
"\̪̬̲̰̪̥̐̑̑̌ͥ/̵̲̗̥̯̍̐̃\̬͎̻͚̙̣̭̇͜/͂ͦ͏̝̰͕̳̯\̥͖̜̙͍̜̜̀ͦ̂/̖̜̮̻͉͌͛͗ͣ͑͘\̓͜ͅ/̟͍̻̹̥͋\̧̬̜̥͉̤̔̉ͥ͛͑/̶̘̙ͧ̎̚\̢̰̦͓̐ͅ/̺̠̟̭ͩͧͤ͑̇͢\̋ͧͨ͠/̓̈́ͬ̐̇͏̮\̲̲̇̉̎̿ͫͭ̊ͅ/̯̻̹͓͍͚̗ͤ͊ͨ͋ͦ̎̚̕\̯̤͈̳͉̲͍̽̍/̦̳̫̈́͠\̝̬̰̖̱̘̒ͫͬ̌̃̒/̡̇\̒̓ͦ̉̀̂̔͜/̣͈̆̾̑͡\̞̣͉͙̤̲ͦ͋ͥ/̲̱̝̺͍̣̭͌̄̔ͣ\̖̳̫̫͎̻/̡͙̖̦̤̰̦̆ͬ\͈̰́͐/̛̠̓ͦ̊̂ͪ̅͌\/̹͒̆\̓҉͍/̷̹̻̞̝͚͔̐\͙͟\̲͇̦̥͔̈ͦ́̓ͫ́/̬̝̬͔̟͊\̜̮̙̻̳̄/̜͔̱̻͚̱̒ͦ\̴̫̯̦͎̩ͅ\͟/̳̦̤̲ͧ͒̒̽ͯ̔ͪͅ\̙̭̟̹͙͠/͉͚̺̞ͩ̐́̂ͬ\̴ͨ̋/̮̼̲̭̝͉̬̈́̀͑̎͒͡\/͈̲̤̠̝͆̿ͩ̈́\̓̉ͩͤ́ͤ̔/̬̖̯͕̱ͭ\͓̆ͭ͐ͦͯ͢/̛͚̠̪̙̗̝̻̍̑̉̉\ͪ/̡̟̼͙̖̌ͣ̾͗͆́\̷̦̬̀ͣ͛̾̐̇"/͍̝̞̠̌̇̽̌̐"
And then you both fall still.
2 vs 3, 2-1 vs 5, 4-2 vs 30rca is dead.Go improve my secret base. Perhaps some sort of palisade.
2You try building a palisade, but don't seem to have the strength for moving and cutting the logs. Spending your extensive lifespan unlocking the means to unravel the universe and reshape it according to your will rather than, say, jogging, has left you a bit weak.
Sneak up to the window seal before proudly and loudly making my presence known and my intentions to take the milk heard, request to purchase it.
"I, BARON BARON VON BARON OF THE BARON BARONNY would like to purchase that there milk you have on the window or perform an appropriate task for it!"
4You successfully sneak up to the window and yell your offer. The alchemist jumps, but doesn't respond yet.
Make the toxin and anti-toxin. You know, for reasons.
5-1 (+1 for previous 5, -1 for double effort, -1 for getting startled.)You work busily on your poisons and potions. You've almost made a major breakthrough, and lean in to focus more intently. At that moment, some guy suddenly appears in your window and yells
"I, BARON BARON VON BARON OF THE BARON BARONNY would like to purchase that there milk you have on the window or perform an appropriate task for it!" The sudden surprise causes you to twitch and ruin that mixture. At least you have doses of regular spider venom and antitoxin.
OOC:Too bad about that outcome, 0rca. Feel free to make a new character for next turn.
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