Rest.
Name: Fluffy the Terrible
Appearance: Fluffy and black and terrible luck all over. Has blue eyes, and 13 white stripes on his back.
Things that make you the best: Fluffiness
Signature Spell: Dice Storm (causes 1d6 dice to fly at lethal velocity towards an enemy, flipping a coin and hitting enemies if the coin lands on heads.)
Strikes: 14
Stuff: Staff of Uncertainty (has a large d6 attached to the top, and a d4 attached to the bottom. causes spells with dice to roll an additional die on rolls of 6 or above, bonus dice can possibly get more bonus dice. also makes a good greatmace)
Since cats have 9 lives, does that mean that every player/named character can die up to 8 times before dying for good? (except for Slowpaw who afaik is on his 9th life)
This tea is nice. You'd think that ingesting plants would always be horrible, but this isn't all so bad.
Remove [2] additional Strikes.
Yawn, then go inspect the hole left from the teleport. Any mice or corpses left behind? Claim them for myself if so.
Look at the teleport hole a little. Can anything be divined from it? Any lingering signal showing where they went? If not, lie down and rest.
Name: Snowfoot
Appearance: Dark brown, with a white line running from the left side of her mouth and down her chest. Each of her paws is also white. Somewhat large, but thin and a little lanky.
Things that make you the best: Snowfoot is *always* calm and aloof, wise and reserved. She does not allow her emotions to control her, and always thinks of things until she reaches the ideal decision. Once she is certain she knows what to do, she immediately enacts that plan, and directs her foolish inferiors to enact her plans.
Signature Spell: Mind control.
Strikes: 5
Stuff: Detection collar: allows Snowfoot to always be aware of minds that are anywhere near her, to a great degree of precision. Blink bracelet: A band of metal around her right ankle, which allows her to teleport a short distance, though it literally removes her from reality for a second while she makes the transfer. Faux fang: A magical replacement fang that she stole from an artifact collector. Does... something, when she bites a sapient being. She has no idea what, though. It's probably harmful.
Nothing's left behind. Looks like a pretty brute-force spell, targeting everything in the area including the ground, so any corpses would have been transferred as well.
A few magical lines hover around the boundary of the sphere. seemingly violently severed when the spell resolved. Considering the nature of this thing, it would be a good idea to make sure you're on one side of it or the other, otherwise it'll slice you in half.
Oh well, nothing to be done for it! You lie down in the sun.
Remove [2] additional strikes.
Name: Slowpaw
Appearance: A black cat with a missing left eye - Probably related to the dent in his head on that side. Might be a bit dense, but he's kinda buff...
Things that make you the best: A really sharp temper after THEY TOOK HIS SMASHING STICK!
Signature Spell: "Hit it with a stick.": Not actually a spell, as Slowpaw isn't actually a Mage. But few can argue with his stick-swinging prowess...
Strikes: 1 (Cannot be reduced below 1)
Stuff: Some chainmail. He's a fighter, who wants his stick back.
Attack on Titan it is! Predict the little bastard's trajectory, catch her, and eat her!
I don't know what you're talking about~
[10] vs [16]
Alright, you can do this. You just have to watch, and wait for your moment. Here she comes now. She draws a huge (for a mouse) switchblade from her back, and sparks fly as she flicks it open. Wait, this is bad.
You're cut on the neck, just shy of a lethal blow! If you were more fatigued, that could easily been the end for you.
Gain [9] strikes!
The mouse-mages keep ominously chanting in latin, preparing a new spell, but it's not ready yet! The angular blocks of spellwork they're assembling seem to take on a chronic aspect.
Shoot Chanty Mc. Chantface! (aka the mages, yes)
Name: Mr. Whiskers
Appearance: a proud and pretty kitty
Things that make you the best: the whiskers!
Signature Spell: [DATA NOT FOUND]
Strikes: 2
Stuff: tiny whisker comb, quality whisker oil, a glock
Finally, an easy target!
[12]
Point, shoot. A deafening
BANGreports from your weapon, along with a bright flash. A number of the mages are smashed to smithereens by your shot!
Damn wizards doin all this chanting, its time to shut them up by SMASHING THEM!
Name: The Claw
Appearance: A plain black cat
Things that make you the best: My strength and claws!
Signature Spell: Shield wall
Strikes: 6
Stuff: Big ass hammer, and a helmet
Smash puny wizard! You step over the line of legionnaires-
[8]
You get poked in the foot! Ouch!
Gain [4] Strikes.
[6]
At this point in shambles, the ring of mages attempt to finish their spell! A bright point of spellwork emerges in the center of them and... collapses! Caught in a mharoowing cerphon, the mages are aged a few years, and all collapse, too elderly to fight!
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