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Imoogi was proud of her slime trap. She'd spent a lot of time cultivating it, finding a careful balance between aggression and biddability, and...

Fwoosh.

"Oh fucking hell, you did not just no-sell my tanglefoot!"


Imoogi hissed, going for her pack and ignoring the Plot Developments happening around her. Right now things seemed perfectly black and white: the people blocking the door were the bad guys, and the people trying to get the baby were the good guys. This lead to a simple, glorious conclusion.

She finally got to fight someone without getting marked as a player-killer!

"You know what, that's fine. I wanted to test this out anyway!"


The vial she drew was in thicker glass than most, filled with a sluggish green ichor. This was the dangerous shit. She'd tasted it once while developing it and had spent the rest of the day in a hyperemotional haze. And while testing on monsters was okay, nothing beat a good human trial.

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< VERDANT VENOM >
Venom extracted from an insect that was exposed to Red Fever. Has psychotropic properties that interfere with emotional regulation, especially base emotions like fear, hate, and joy. Absorbed through the lungs or via blood.

Imoogi uncorked the bottle with her teeth, dropped in an explosive, and kicked it across the floor towards towards the pink-haired woman and her entourage. The bottle barely had a chance to slow before the explosive burst, throwing tainted shards and fuming globs of poison towards the assassins.

 

Fiora Di Angelo

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The monster was on the run, and albeit no doubt a mangled corpse, Szofrit still held up surprisingly well to their combined might, enough to even retaliate back as she turned her tail to flee, and hit it did, going past plate and mail alike, and only halting at resilient skin and flesh.

Fiora let her EN burn further as she made a mad dash out of the chamber, barely noticing how her form begun to blur into red. The crimson, liquid pain flowing from her wounds had begun to mix itself with her fiery will to become a vermillion flame, tagging along the edges of her entire frame;

And so the weight behind the Mother's wrath did not slow the elf. If anything, it sharpened the edge of her blade into it's prime.

As she begun to catch up to Szofrit, her golden eye peeked past her for a split of a second to notice the flashing lights of... Whatever must be happening within the egg's chambers, and with the matron making a run for it, things would only turn uglier for Luthien and the MIT team inside.

She knew full well stepping into her reach would mean a thousand cuts from that death mantle the magia had. It was a concious act to cut the distance rather than minimize their harm,. The more Szofrit cuts away at her, the stronger she becomes.

One step and she launched herself forth with the crushing speed she's been accumulated this far, the tip of her weighty blade pointed at her foe, dropping the full weight of her body and her blade into one colossal blow aiming to skewer her onto the ground. With no friendlies to worry about, the ground would quake and shatter at the center of her strike as the full force of her crushing weapons assisted with unrelenting strength.



TL;DR: Fiora's Battle Spirits fully unleashed, physically augmenting herself through it, on top of the damage taken earlier. She catches up to Szofrit in an attempt to pin her down again with a thrust and shatter their path with crushing weapons in the process.

Hit her hp if you want, she's going full power boost stacking



Roll Result
7d20 (10 + 5 + 16 + 12 + 20 + 1 + 8) = 72 x 2 = 144

Szofrit Damage | Fiora | Alarm

Mastery Check
2d100 (Advantage) (77, 61) + 25 = 102
Battle Spirits | Fiora Di Angelo | Alarm

 
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Raid Boss

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Intermission

[ @Rael and @Luthien have successfully passed the check to discern Ordnung's plan. ]

Having communicated with the enigmatic MIT for the past couple of months have clue you in on his attempt at non-verbal communications.

Firstly, his eye movement followed a set pattern, drawing a path into the room Rael was thrown into, right up against the wall.

Second, his simultaneous mouth movement sounded out a numerical sequence, followed by a Morse code for: up, exit, egg, landers. Then a small break and then "I, stay."

Third, his message wasn't picked up by just the two of you, but collaborating researchers, who would have nodded affirmatively had either of you turn to them.

 
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The tigress was momentarily robbed of her sight, which made all of her other senses that much more sensitive. So when @Tick Tock stabbed her full of... Something, it made her entire body stand on high alert for a moment, but it registrated quickly in her mind that whatever it was, it was helping her efforts.

Not exactly good for her all-natural image, of course, but beggars can't be choosers.

Harper would find herself in this struggle against @Ueno Mizuki for a good bit as chaos developed around her, her vision returning just in time to watch as the living metal storm commanded by Szofrit, rushing past and through her body. Harper was made of tough stuff, but the sheets of steel still ripped through her body.

Her grip, however, was unrelenting.

The tigress could feel the crimson liquid of life already making its way out of the body it should be in through various, though thankfully still not life-threatening, cuts in her body. The feeling was one thing, but the sound brought back a very vivid memory from her last forray with Szofrit, not helped by how vividly her ears picked it up.

She was going to die. She was dying. She-

Harper wouldn't even have time to start panicking before Szofrit begun her march, the beastkin being pulled for a ride alongside her. Common sense would tell her to let go... But should she do that, what would be of those in other room? She could her some sort of commotion from there, and while it was hard to pinpoint the ifs and buts, one thing was clear to her.

Szofrit would kill everyone there.

Thus, she held on. And Szofrit quickly made her opinion of that choice very clear, as more and more blades of steel opened new cuts onto her body and deepened old ones, the tigress now leaving a veritable trail of blood behind as she barely held onto the speeding mother, trying her best to slow her down in any shape or form she could.

But it was of no use.

A low growl would start to resonate from Harper, the beastkin's body emanating a truly disconcerting purple aura as her animalistic instincts started to take over, boiling down her thoughts to their most primal form to help a panicked Harper survive her currently predicament.


Szofrit is going to kill all of us.
We are all going to die.
I'm going to die-
SZOFRIT NEEDS TO D-!



And then, like a shooting star bursting through the night sky, a familiar voice made its way into her eardrums, claiming for a even more familiar name.

"...E-Emm..y?"



"--!!"


@Luthien 's scream for the just-born barely managed to reach Harper before @Fiora Di Angelo 's offense made its way towards Szo, and by extension, Harper herself. Using her grip to adjust herself away from the main brunt of the attack, she would use the impact to launch herself away from the Mother of Machines for the moment and towards the fray in the egg room.

Szofrit would be put down. But those she cared about came first.

And most of all, she owed the magia child who saved all of them more than once a favor.

Bursting
onto the scene, the very injured Harper didn't make much effort to introduce herself; no time for it. Instead, she quickly located Luthien in the air... And a baby?!?!

It didn't take long for her to realize who's baby that was. Hoo boy.

Noticing that two assailants were after the baby and, by extension, Luthien, the tigress wasted little time as she pounced forwards under them, unsheathing her claws as she dug both her hands into the ground.

For a split moment, all of her muscles bulged and contracted in perfect harmony, with little to no wasted energy being used as a large chunk of the floor gave away under the pressure and rose into the air towards the two Aristocrata, seeking to both cover Luth from incoming attacks and serve as an attack itself against them.

Looking back at the tunnel she came from, Harper would shout to the entire room in a warning.

"Afraid to be the bearer of bad news, but we got history's strongest helicopter mom closing in on us!!"


Actions:
Roll Result
14d20 (11 + 18 + 19 + 5 + 17 + 16 + 9 + 7 + 2 + 7 + 5 + 8 + 9 + 12) = 145

Retal | Harper | 1943C7 | How many papercuts can a tiger get?

TLDR: Harper held onto Szofrit, being dragged a good portion of the way towards Egg room. Upon hearing Luthien's voice, she dashed forwards to help her retrieve the baby by using the floor as both offence and defence.


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Lune

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Amidst the relentless barrage of attack, tug of war, and disruption, Lune pushed through, getting into close range with Szofrit. Levi pinned her legs in place, allowing the gigantic cleaver to make its way to Szofrit's neck. By pure reflex and instinct, she managed to dodge slightly. But Lune had anticipated this, just gotta rotate the angle and...

It cut through, taking off her Lance arm, and should split her into two diagonally. But only a chunk of her torso was violently ripped out instead. "Tch. Not deep enough?" Lune stopped, preparing for a second attack before the eye on the fleshy mass that held Szofrit together opened, sending multiple flesh-ripping attacks that Lune endured as she tried her best to regenerate.

And despite all that, the Mother of Machines still has the strength to dash out of the room toward where the egg was. The egg was there, along with Luthien.

There was only one thought that transpired in Lune's head, and that was to stop her no matter what. Gritting her teeth, she discarded her weighty weapon and quickly fired a gravity blast backward with both hands to propel herself in the hope of catching Szofrit, despite knowing how much damage such gravitational push would do against her body and the insides. She couldn't hope to beat Szofrit to the egg room, so her intent was clear; stop her in her tracks or at the very least slow her so that someone else could finish the job.

Chasing Szofrit, she opened her arms wide, intending to catch her in an embrace to prevent her from moving. She would tighten the grip with both of her arms, while bringing close the Steel Auxesis on her chest that had been exposed to steel for way too long, intending to hinder and pierce Szofrit from behind, while pulling them both to the ground with her gravity magic to multiply their weight.

Rolls


TLDR: Using a dangerous method to gain speed and chase, hug Szofrit tight without any intent of releasing her to impale her with the Lune chest stabby stab, and add weight to herself with gravity magic as she's hugging.

Roll Result
7d20 (7 + 5 + 15 + 1 + 14 + 8 + 19) = 69
Szofrit Damage | Lune | Alarm




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Ueno Mizuki

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from Raging Steel Retaliation Collateral
+25 (Flat)
to Nature Magic MA


Mizuki snarled as @Harper prevented her from throwing Szofrit directly at the egg. She'd have to talk to the tigress later about getting involved without thinking ahead. Although there was a good chance the martial artist would choose to side with the others anyway... frankly Mizuki didn't think she could persuade anyone in the middle of all the chaos.

It was also a good thing that she hadn't brought her packmates, as they probably would've gotten very worked up down here with everything happening all at once.

With Szofrit shattering the barriers erected by others the room with the golden egg was once again within view, showing that even there many things were happening. The wildling gritted her fangs as annoyance and determination were at the front of her mind.

If you don't succeed, try and try again.

At least now Szofrit was moving of her own volition, so Mizuki only had to make sure she wasn't stopped.

With her treant hand still holding onto the Mother of Machines the wildling decided that she might as well tag along for the ride. Letting go of the ground her entire body morphed, flesh and fur replaced by wood which all rapidly flowed down the arm to gather around Szofrit's body, where it spread out into many different root-like tendrils which wrapped around the synthetic queen.

Szofrit's body may have been shattered and broken by the assault of many Travelers, but she was still intact enough to run... and intact enough that Mizuki could help her out. The roots which represented her entire being tightened themselves around Szofrit's torso and limbs, forcing artificial bones back in place and binding them. Gaps were closed with coagulating blood, and joints were reinforced with thinner branches.

Within moments Szofrit was encased in an arboreal exoskeleton, and as she ran Mizuki would run with her. With every step the synthetic queen took the roots coiled around her legs would tense and release, assisting the Mother of Machines to run at full speed despite her broken form. If she stumbled Mizuki would pull her back upright, and where she faltered her botanical assistant would push her forward regardless.

At the same time Mizuki drilled her Primal Aura into Szofrit with as much force as she could muster, aided by the fact that the intent she was trying to send was very similar to what Szofrit was most likely already feeling, attempting to get the Mother of Machines to ignore her passenger and assistant in favour of focusing on the highest priority for the both of them.

Protect the child!


Hopefully she could help Szofrit move quickly enough to reach the other chamber and get to the golden egg before whatever chaos was unfolding in that place harmed their collective focus... and hopefully she could help Szofrit keep ahead of those who were trying to stop her with everything they got.

Mizuki didn't blame them for their decision, but she wasn't going to make it easy for them if possible.

Rolls

tl;dr, Mizuki has turned herself into a wooden exoskeleton wrapped around Szofrit to both mitigate the damage the Mother of Machines has taken and effectively cast Haste on Szofrit, helping her move faster towards the Egg room.

Nature Magic is being used to restore Szofrit's form to a more functional state.
Metamorph is being used so Mizuki can add her own strength and speed to Szofrit's.
Martial Arts is being used for Mizuki to match Szofrit's movements accurately and bolster them.
Primal Aura is being used to align their purpose and hopefully prevent Szofrit from ripping off the exoskeleton.
Hemomancy is being used to patch up Szofrit's body where parts are missing.


Raging Steel Retaliation Collateral
3d20 (9 + 12 + 11) = 32
Ueno Mizuki | 1943C7



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Ronja Bubblyfoot

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Location: Level-V Szofrit
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Ronja was far from focused on the side happenings, with her scarlet gaze flickering as damage hindered her body and halted her attacks momentarily. A black, viscous liquid splattered as a dire gash opened on Ronja's side— Consequences of an attack that also made Ronja's left forearm hang by a dented metal skeleton that hid behind the shredded layer of biomagitech skin and flesh.

As Ronja dragged herself forward, @Luthien's scream momentarily snatched her back—

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"Lu—"




The robotic glow in Ronja's eyes flickered, but she forced herself to push it away. Her friend was going to be fine, she couldn't let herself be sidetracked. The true threat to her, herself, and everyone else was in front of her eyes.

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"Fiora, we need to end this now."




She knew she didn't need to say anything to @Fiora Di Angelo for her to get into action, and seeing that her partner was already engaging into the fight, Ronja erupted magitech beams from the sole of her boots, trying to land on the opposite side of Szofrit, in contrast to @Lune.

The deadly embrace from the woman wasn't unnoticed, and Ronja tried to enforce it, using her Magnetic ability to Pull Lune's blade deeper into Szofrit, while Ronja allowed herself to glue against Szofrit in a body slam when the Magnetism tried to connect the metal surfaces, hoping to restrain the rogue Magia using her and Lune's body, and leave an even bigger opening to Fiora's attack.

Rolls


Ronja uses her Magnetic Trait to try to glue Lune and herself against Szofrit in a deadly 'sandwich'.

Roll Result
7d20 (13 + 17 + 13 + 5 + 15 + 15 + 14) = 92
Szofrit Damage | Ronja Bubblyfoot | 1943C7



 

MAI

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Location: Level-V (Szofrit)



Shoved to the side by whom she presumed to be a member of MIT, it became increasingly more apparent that MAI alone would not be able to do much to avert the wrath everyone else seemed to direct at Szofrit. The situation was simply... hopeless. Yet again, people here have proven themselves to be the exact same as they were outside of the game. Once they became convinced of something, there was no talking them out of it. No compromising, no nothing. Only bloodshed. Only infinite hatred.

Time storage status 100% - - - expending all stored time - - - infusing selected target 」



Something clicked inside of the magia's body as she focused her gaze at the mother of machines in the distance. It was still somewhat experimental, especially when using on others... but it was the best she could do at this point. With everyone trying to pile on, she would only die if she tried to physically stop them all. And so, she had used all of her stored time, to give it to Szofrit. With additional time, her body would move faster than normally possible, and perhaps, that would make at least some difference.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❰ Actions ❱

Using Chronomancy (Rank B) to speed Szofrit up

Rolls


Roll Result
3d20 (20 + 11 + 15) = 46
Raging Steel Retaliation - collateral | MAI | 1943C7

 

Yugam

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Szofrit's Room

-74 HP - Retaliation


Unmei sank deep into flesh.

Not metal and bio-engineered materials.

Flesh.

In those small moments the Huntsman sailed through the room towards their target, more than one body had attached itself to Szofrit. Among them, Lune. It was through her back that Unmei drove herself through, impaling the woman, and Szofrit. The silver blade protruded obscenely from the Mother's chest, wet with both blood and oil.

The weight of the world bore down upon them. Mentally. Physically. Literally, emotionally. His friend. His dear friend. Her Gravity pulled him towards the earth, the immense weight of it threatening to crush him as he hung onto her, onto Unmei, who's hilt still pressed against her back. Szofrit still moved despite them all. Despite every crushing blow, every severing attack.

The roar of a woman, fury and hell given form as she descended like a blazing star upon them. She'd destroy herself, as always, and this time, she'd take them all with her.

That was fine. In fact, better than fine. Because there was an ace up their sleeve, that only Lune and Yugam knew about. "Sorry about this." His voice came out as barely more than a whisper, inaudible above the chaos occurring in the two rooms. But somehow, Lune heard. Her head turned towards him, eyes meeting, as she mouthed two words.

Do it.

Yugam pulled an arm back and plunged it into Lune's back, a sickening squelch of flesh tearing apart as blood splattered across his face. He didn't need to feel around within Lune's chest to know where it was. He'd put it there himself of course. Fingers wrapped around the object, phantom threads cutting into his flesh. Slick with blood, the object threatened to slip from his grasp, but Yugam managed to keep hold of it. The crystal. Warm to the touch, almost burning as the power, the life-forces within, pulsed in time to what should have been Lune's heart, replacing it.

And all at once, Yugam released them.

Lune's body began to glow, first violet, then pure white as the life-energies flowed out of the crystal. In moments though, the light receded, gathering in that steel protruding from her chest, the endless growth now lodged in Szofrit's back.

Fiora was just a moment away. Perfect timing, since they all seemed so set on dying together.

The gathered light burst from Lune's chest, burning away flesh and bone as Fiora's attack struck Szofrit, Lune, and Yugam, before she too disappeared in the white-hot burn of light.



TLDR; Yugam uses a soul-powered crystal he placed in Lune's chest to unleash a charged attack against Szofrit, killing Lune, and possibly Fiora and himself as well.

Mastery Check
2d100 (Advantage) (35, 9) + 25 = 60
Depresso Espresso
Animancy | Yugam | AlarmC7

Mastery Check (Tick Buff)
1d100 (86) + 25 = 111
We in there boys!
Animancy | Yugam | AlarmC7

Roll Result
7d20 (3 + 4 + 20 + 9 + 13 + 19 + 6) = 74
What do you want from me?
Yugam | Retal | AlarmC7
 
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Rael

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Five people equally familiar and unfamiliar with each other stood with their path ahead blocked by a figure unknown to them, honey-dipped words strung together as if to mask the weight her presence meant to invoke. One of them bled upon the figure of another whom he leaned against for support, his weapon drawn.

Luthien's magics had seen him to his feet - but how much further, she could but wonder.

Not that she had time to, for as her mind spun with overflowing revelations she wished to make sense out of, as well as the present threat spelling out their demise, the once-peaceful chamber filled with electricity borne of the king's advisor's artificial body. Rael gasped as she felt pressure coax her into involuntary movement, stronger than anything to be anticipated from anyone in the room, but delivering her to safety nonetheless.

Her fall cushioned by the timely embrace of her trusted self-made companions, arms wrapped around her one moment and gone once she had settled upon the ground. What happened in the scant few moments that followed, she could not tell straightaway, otherwise occupied with her unraveling thoughts...

And memories not her own.

Guardian Sword.
Archive.
The Creator's Plan.
Miracle.
Fascinating.

Fascinating..!

Trembling, slender fingers touched equally quivering lips as the specter of a delighted smile crept upon her face, appreciated only by her summons.

The elf knew not how to be feared in the presence of a foe less deadly than the one who had once severed her head from its place, yet felt electricity pulse along her veins with anticipation. Her mind yet reeled from the influx of secrets, drawing lines and connections between past and present, between people and situations. What shock her heart had endured paled in comparison to the joy of discovery.

Forever she would hunger, her appetite for knowledge a boundless expanse. Insatiable. Fated never to know too sharp a horizon for her to ever resist the temptation to cut herself on it.

As she set to rejoin the scene, chaos now amplified in the chamber she had been pushed out of, she caught the attention of the same injured man as before, gesturing back towards the room she was in with a set of instructions without voice. The Storyteller sucked in a breath, and against her better judgment, it was Rael who wordlessly gave her response, the movement of her lips spelling out: "Sorry."

A wave of her hand to the two faithful summons behind her, dismissing her companions to the task of securing Ordnung's emergency plan.

From noise and the distant roar of battle raging endlessly in the room next to theirs, she expertly plucked discordance into a coherent rhythm. Not to dull his senses or lull to a halt whatever it was that kept the electricity sparkling in bursts around him, but to clear the mind of one not capable of retaining their sense of will at the moment.

She knew the signs by now, knew how to recognize the wild flicker in one's eyes as preludes to the loss of self. Twice now had she assisted in the efforts to restore two different magia to a prior state, her self-proclaimed little sisters coming to mind quite easily. Chaos and madness walked in tandem through their thoughts, any more outside stimuli would only worsen the situation.

Rael offered him the same as she had done the others, a small song pulled from the subject's memory.

Harmony, and with it, an underlying message in hopes of rousing them from their waking prisons.


Rolls


▪ Buff: +00
▪ Save: +00
▪ Inspire: +00

Mastery Check
2d100 (Advantage) (46, 84) + 10 = 94
Chronomancy | Rael | 1943C7

• Her summons search for Ordnung's implied secret escape exit.
• Attempting to nullify the directive seeking to control Accelerator to center him in what needs to be done right here, and now.


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If chaos had a sound, it would have been a metal fork scraping against a plate amid the two screaming consciousnesses, the scientist's desperate instruction, and Alexina's borrowed directive vying for control over the cracked flatware that was Accelerator's mind. Had it not been for the lifeline that was the elf's soothing song helping him navigate his splintered psyche, Accel... no Ahylios, would have done the unforgivable. For a brief and crucial moment, Accelerator's eyes cleared, red rings fading as he reasserted control over himself, if only temporarily. The previous trembling and head-scraping nails stilled as the crackling electro-field surrounding him flickered and died out just as Harper, Luthien, and the two Aristo goons jumped within striking distance, all fumbling to retrieve the tear-wrought baby.

Luthien launched herself towards the falling baby with outstretched arms while Harper followed suit with a floor chunk protecting them both. On the other side of the blue-haired Magia was the long-haired A with her leading arm reaching for the baby while D had his weapon out ready to repel the competing pair. For a second, it seemed as though the air itself held its breath as four sets of hands were about to catch the precious bundle when Player 3 joined the fray.

From A's eye emerged a blade, followed by an entire man with his long dagger slamming right into Harper's makeshift shield while his free hand wrapped around the baby.

CLANG!!!

The sound of metal and stone colliding rang out sharply through the egg room, the magic of the blade passing through the stone, hitting the two on the receiving end.

"So we meet again... Luthien was it? I'll be taking this child. No alimony, alright? Have a nice and long life." The long-haired Vern stole a glance at the elf and the beastfolk in front of him before kicking off of the floor chunk, smoothly sweeping the crying child into his free arm and tucking her against his body with a gentleness that belied his brutal entry. Vern then disappeared into a sprinting blur along the ground, making away with the child.

With Harper and Luthien surprised by Vern, A and D took the chance to attack them and would have succeeded had it not been for Imoogi's bottle of Verdant Venom getting swept up in Vern's movement and kicked off toward the four where it exploded into a cloud of gas. A and D inhaled the majority of it while brave Harper got the rest of the huff, taking one for the team. Both A and D suddenly started moving erratically, burying their weapon into each before they flailed wildly, attacking anyone who gets close.

Despite the onslaught of multiple attacks seeking to lock down her movement, Szofrit pressed forward unrelentingly with the writhing mass serving as limbs that obeyed her basal desire. With MAI's time acceleration and Mizuki's arboreal reinforcement, the unstoppable carnage dragged itself through the room she ended up in, the heavily damaged mechanical body crumbling with each passing foot.

Though Mizuki tried to pass some kind of primal message along, it was as if a wolf was howling at an unmoving wall. There wasn't a single semblance of mind inside the crawling horror eyeing a single destination. Like the deathly gaze that had completely crushed the many swords and wands raised against her, the red dot in Szofrit's eyes burned as they followed the crying child stowed away by Vern. She raised what was left of her arm before the Raging Steel ground along the floor, quickly catching up to the thief.

The force and power behind her attack would have turned Vern into red mist had Alexina not jumped in to intercept the attack by herself.

"VERN!!!"

A sharp shout came from the pink-haired woman as she braced against Szofrit's attack. Sparks and blood splattered every which way as Alexina shielded against the attack. A shimmering barrier of blood and fire erupted from Alexina's palms, colliding with Szofrit's attack in a cataclysmic explosion of light and sound, flashing and booming like lightning and thunder.

For a moment, it seemed as though Alexina might have successfully deflected the blast, but the raw power behind Szofrit's maternal attack easily overpowered her. The second Vern was out of the way, the witch tilted the shield and deflected the rolling bundle of death shards. They cut deeply into her body on their way up to the ceiling.

No amount of metal could slow the spinning steels as they chewed up the compound with a metallic shrill, serving as a stark reminder to those looking on just how much manpower it took to take down the death machine.

Seconds later, massive chunks of debris and literal foundation pieces holding the compound together rained down. The room trembled, dust and sparks filling the air, lights flickered frantically.

After the desperate assisted crawl and the massive attack, the combined attacks finally began to take their toll on the creaking machine.

Fiora's blade, wreathed in crimson energy, carved deep gashes into Szofrit's armored frame. Fueled by her battle spirit, they penetrated deeper with each cut.

Lune's gravity grip meanwhile tightened around Szofrit as the Steel Auxesis pierced through the biggest gap in the magia's structure.

Ronja's magia magnetism pulled Steel Auxesis deeper until it pierced the floor, pinning Szofrit in place to expose her defenses for follow-up attacks.

Yugam's blade, Unmei, meanwhile plunged through Lune to reach Szofrit's core, sapping life from the woman to power the pulsing death crystal bursting inside her system.

The eye inside Szofrit's chewed up shell flitted frantically, darting from one murderer to the next. With a mechanical shriek, Szofrit gathered her remaining strength. The air around her began to distort, crackling with energy as she channeled power through her damaged systems, preparing for a swan song that would have engulfed hers and the adjacent chamber in blood and steel. Anyone remotely close to her would have felt the coalescence of the invisible death passing through them to collect inside Szofrit's bleeding core.

No one knew that feeling better than the red-headed knight, who was right behind the group dragged along by Szofrit. Levi stood with gritted teeth, watching as the others piled on Szofrit, his hand opened, palm pointing toward the Mother of Machines. Above the fray was an army of swords spinning in place. There wasn't even a single second to reconsider what he was about to do---they were all staring down the barrel of a smoking gun.

"Sorry. Next round on me. Don't haunt me for this." Levi said as he closed his eyes and opened them into a strong glow.

"Sword God's Technique: 7th Epic - Bladestorm."

The swords all stopped their spin and instantly homed in on the silent death beast, skewering it and every single person on or within a couple feet of her. Blood trickled and pooled on the cold floor as the compound toppled all around them like dominos, covering the sound of Levi's sin.

With his mind finally free from external control, Accelerator's hauntingly blue eyes with glitching green rings blazed with renewed purpose as he realized that Vern had made away with the baby.

In a burst of speed, he lurched towards Ordnung, who was still leaning against Imoogi for support and without hesitation, the blue-headed magia wrenched the pistol from the blond researcher's grasp. Pivoting on his heel, Accelerator took a second to lock onto Vern as he channeled his energy reserve into the device, his finger tightening on the trigger.

BANG!

The shot echoed through the collapsing room and pierced the parrying Vern through the leg, blowing out the tendon connecting his foot to the rest of his leg with the sharp lightning. The impact caused the youth to stumble. It did not loosen his grip on the child, however, but it did give the rest of the able actors time to catch Vern before he escaped into the shadow field Alexina came from.

Accelerator wasted no time as he adjusted his next shot, aiming directly at Vern's head with a fatal shot hot in the chamber.

Before he fired the gun, however, a flash of steel cut through the air, accompanied by the distinctive whistle of a blade in flight. Before the battle-focused Accelerator could react, a katana slammed into his body with tremendous force, embedding itself deep in his guts. The blue-haired man staggered, his pistol hand slackened as pain exploded through his system. When he used his free hand to pull the sword out, it was already gone, along with a chunk of his sides. Standing behind him was a helmeted magia with the offending sword in his hand, pointing downward. He had somehow dealt a heavy blow and retrieved his sword in one motion so swift that not even Accelerator was able to follow.

"Whoa! I wouldn't move if I were you, Mr. Gunman sir." The swordsman spoke with a subtly synthesized voice.

The man, however, broke his attack stance as quickly as he dealt the blow to Accelerator as he turned around and called out with a hand next to his non-existent mouth, "BOSS?! Are you okay?! Sorry I'm late, I can't jump out of people's eyeball like Vern can. Isn't that like cheating?"

"Reta-darling. Cover Vern, we're getting out of here..."
Alexina groaned a pained reply amidst the collapsing chaos.

"You got it!" The swordsman chimed, taking several steps back with his glowing blade assuming a defensive position in front of his face as the glow of his helmet slowly entered the thick dust screen that had veiled the entirety of the egg chamber. As Reta retreated, he felt a strange pull toward the adjacent chamber. He fought against the strange feeling as chunks and debris fell down around him, rushing him to his escape destination.

Off to the side, Rael should have gotten a message from the summon that the hidden elevator Ordnung mentioned had been found. The mental ping pointed to the chamber Szofrit was in.

Accelerator, who had keeled onto the ground, turned to Imoogi, who was the closest person to him, and spoke to her in a strained voice, "Miss, se-se-secure the future and ta-take Ordnung and re-researchers out of he-here."

To anyone else who was able to hear him through the dust mist, he raised his voice, "Ta-take me forward, I ca-can see the ba-baby. Hu-hurry. Ta-take su-survivor. E-scape. My di-directive, re-reactivate. Pl-please hu-hurry."

Though he was barely able to keep his lead-heavy head up, Accelerator's eyes never left the sight of the child. His coronal rings zoomed in and out erratically, making a visible whirling sound as he waited to be used.

Cycle 8

Rules
  • This is a megathread so all megathread rules apply.
  • Up to 2 characters per OOC account may participate in the event.
  • Max 1 reply per character per cycle.
  • Max word count is 700 words excluding BBcodes.

Meta
  • All electronic, magical, or telepathic communication has been restored.
  • All UI-functions are now restored.
  • A and D are affected by the baby red fever potion and have damaged themselves and become rabid, attacking anyone who approaches them.
  • Vern will escape with the baby if no attempt is made to get her back.
  • A countdown has started for Accelerator's directive.
  • Accelerator is heavily injured.
  • Ordnung is heavily injured.
  • All the un-named enemies and researchers in the egg them are heavily injured or dead from the collapsing floor.
  • The MITHRA is in the process of collapsing, failing to escape is instant death.
  • Players who are UI-locked and are trapped under the rubbles will not be able to be revived, get their corpse out of the collapsing MITHRA ASAP.
  • The hidden elevator has been revealed by Rael's summon.

C7 Damage Phase
  • Anyone who is currently in Szofrit's melee range must take 12d20 damage from Levi's ultimate attack.
  • @Lune is dead from Yugam's ability.
  • @Harper takes 4d20 damage from Imoogi's gas and Vern's blade and 1d3 (1. anger, 2. sadness, 3. fright) this emotion is now charged.
  • @Luthien takes 2d20 damage from Imoogi's gas and Vern's collateral attack.

 
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MAI

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‎ Playsheet
Location: Level-V (Szofrit)



Even as Szofrit accelerated thanks to MAI's own powers, others were still going after her. So, she too, had to follow. But Levi got to act before she could get close enough to apply any more protection. As the swordmaster's ultimate technique began, the magia quickly unfurled her synthetic wing and curled it around her body to shield herself from the blast, in case it was bigger than anticipated. It was not, yet the destruction in the affected area was beyond apparent.

The deafening blast could hardly prepare her for what she saw once she reemerged from her protective cocoon. Right before her eyes, both Szofrit and numerous individuals who were trying to take the mother of machines down... perished. As a direct result of Levi's careless actions, the trump card that was Szofrit disappeared. And to accomplish this, he had sacrificed more than one life. Her teeth would grind against each other as she turned toward the man in the distance, a cold murderous stare directed at his very soul.

"MURDERER OF LANDERS AND STARCALLED ALIKE!"



She wanted to say more to the false lion, but her attention was directed toward the commotion that was happen near now, as she made it to the room which housed the Golden Egg. Now that Szofrit was gone, the child born from that egg was the last thing they had. If that, too, fell into the hands of someone like EVE, then... she didn't want to think about the potential consequences. With a quick swipe, she removed just about the one last thing from Szofrit's destroyed body that remained mostly intact, the item quickly disappearing into a transparent case that was floating behind her, hidden from sight this whole time.

It was now or never. The last desperate ditch effort. Letting out a scream entirely uncharacteristic of her normally withdrawn and quiet self, she rose her hands to the air and slammed them back into the ground as a small explosion of gravitational and wind magic propelled her forward.

「 Target expired - - - time expending halted - - - time storage status 50% - - - expending all stored time - - - infusing primary unit MAI - - - starting simultaneous collection of time 」


At the same time, her Chronomancy ability also kicked into gear at the highest possible level she could maintain. Using stored time to accelerate herself while also beginning to 'collect' time in the direction of Vern. It was not exactly easy, but it should have slowed him down at least a little bit. All for the singular goal to propel herself forward fast enough to get to him, cut him off, and take the child into her own arms. All that would remain if that succeeded was to escape back to the surface. With her Aura and Immortal protocol, she was sure that if she got the child into her own hands, she would be able to protect it from being stolen again.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❰ Actions ❱

MAI is combining most of her masteries (Magitech, Chronomancy, Aeromancy, Astramancy) to both slow down Vern and other hostiles around him, and boost her own speed to attempt to take the golden child back.

Rolls


Roll Result
12d20 (14 + 8 + 6 + 4 + 3 + 17 + 5 + 12 + 7 + 13 + 2 + 3) = 94
Bladestorm | MAI | 1943C8


Roll Result
1d6 (5) = 5
Steal | MAI | 1943C8

 
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Yugam

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Explorer's League
Szofrit's Room

-115 HP - Retaliation


The groan of steel and rumble of the collapsing tower was drowned out by the primal shriek of Szofrit, still standing amidst the cluster of living and dead. Corpses, pinned to her body, others gripping onto her desperately. Somehow, some way and for some reason, some poor fools still tried to help Szofrit reach the infant Emmy, even as she was ferried away by Vern.

That bastard.

As much as Yugam would have liked to stop the dude in his tracks, preferably with a bullet through his skull, there was a bigger and more immediate problem for him to solve. Namely the somehow still squirming, shrieking Szofrit. All their sacrifice, the blood shed, Lune, who's mangled corpse hung limply atop the writhing Magia All-Mother.

Yugam forced himself to stand, and reached into his jacket towards his revolver. His bandaged hand brushed the grip, the carved wood, warm and smooth, as blood burst from abdomen.

The sword, gleaming as it cleaved through Yugam effortlessly, struck the earth, shattering the ground upon impact like its siblings, or those embedded in his comrades. Yugam looked back in the direction the blow had come from. The red mane of hair, and heavily armored form was instantly recognizable. For some reason, Yugam's lips quirked upward into a slight grin as he realized the shrieks of Szofrit had ceased. Not like his pistol would have done much, right?

A cold draft washed over him. Or was that the blood loss? His legs felt weak, and Yugam couldn't fight the stagger backwards, as his gaze went to Lune and Fiora, each bloody, burnt, and just as fucked as he was. He could think of worse people to die next to. Again. He'd joke with them later about making a habit of this. But before that...

Yugam's eyes turned towards the other room, the gaping hole in the wall offering him a clear view. The Huntsman couldn't see shit though, not as his vision began to blur and fade. Just one look. One last glimpse.

There, that blonde head of hair, golden skinned and still fighting for Emm.

Oh, she was gonna be so pissed when he woke up. Still, worth it if it meant he protected Emm. Luth cared about that egg-child. So it was worthwhile, even if she tried to kill him later.

Just one last look.


Roll Result
12d20 (17 + 7 + 2 + 3 + 19 + 13 + 4 + 20 + 1 + 14 + 2 + 13) = 115
RIP
Yugam | Ouchies | Alarm
 

Imoogi

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Tarkya



Most of Imoogi's attention was taken up by supporting Ordnung, and the rest on watching her potion as it was kicked about like a football. "Come on come on come on-"

The potion burst. Not as wide a range as she hoped, and there was a little friendly fire, but that was their fault for running into the black radius like that! She pumped her free fist as two of the assassins began to tear each other apart. "Fuck yeah! It worked-"

-oh fuck the blue robot guy was coming their way-

She barely had time to flinch as Accelerator snatched Ordnung's pistol and fired it far too close for comfort. She glared down at him, ready to lay into him, only for him to stutter out his request first. She strained to hear it through the ringing in her ears, then nodded.

"You don't have to tell me twice. Alright nerds, get ready to take a deeeeep breath."


In one smooth movement she pulled a smoke bomb from her satchel, then chucked it at the ground. It immediately caught fire and sent a cloud of thick white smoke into the air. Imoogi breathed it in gladly, letting the energizing buff incorporated in the smoke bolster her.

"Now lets get the fuck outta here!" She hissed, just loud enough for the people around her to hear. With renewed vigor, she switched from merely supporting Ordnung to dragging him towards the exit. "I've got heals for anyone who gets there in time!"


Rolls

Imoogi uses a Vitality Smoke Bomb to conceal and buff people in the area around her before dragging Ordnung towards the exit.

 

Fiora Di Angelo

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The roar within Szofrit's engine was very much about to be the last they would hear, and despite their combined efforts, it wouldn't be enough. It was maddening enough to think their sacrifices would be in vain should they not do one last push to slay the monster. The swords that impaled them all turned out to be that unfortunate final straw, not only for Szofrit but their own demise. It didn't register at first until the taste of blood became unbearable and the flow from a newfound wound became profuse.

The bloodflames grew brighter, the pain being the adrenaline they needed, and her rage the motivation to sink her blade deeper into the mother of machines's hollow corpse. It took her a moment to finally release Last Hope from her grasp, the Raging Flame finally turned into mere embers, the bright spark turning dim, yet never fully dying off, despite Fiora herself knowing full well these were the last few breaths she had left.

Her heart begun to slow, stress clutching itself deep. Lune, Ronja, Yugam... One of them wasn't there, and no matter how much she tries to be skeptical about it, he ended up a dead man walking, much like herself, just waiting for the inevitable countdown.

And then her legs give in, hands clutching onto the rubble to try and set herself straight, her last thoughts drifted over to @Ronja Bubblyfoot, knowing full well that death would not spare them a third time from it's claws. Numbness had started to take over, her hand desperately grasping Ronja's in search of comfort. Strength; Anything. The rage refused to die off like this, Fiora wouldn't allow the Flame to simply flee from her ceaseless demands.

'This is our first death. We are fine. We will be with eachother again soon.'

Yet the life fading from the bubbly magia, and the dim light in her eyes all clouded these details. It reminded her of their mortality, of how she couldn't power through their limits in every ocassion. How this would be their tomb.

Her rage met it's match, only stopping for death.
And in it's defeat, her flame awakened on their grasp, the weak embers of her will fighting to grant a soothing, warm touch to send the brunette off.

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Tick Tock

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Room: EGG


The fight went on, and all she could do now was watch as the fruits of her labor bear true in this stranger dark-haired man. A combination attack fueled by many emotions clashing together from all involved, and amidst that, the red-haired swordsman sending them all to their graves along with the mother of machines.

It made her mechanical core shake a little as finally her ex-mama had fallen. She gained little for what pain Tock suffered, but it was worth it nonetheless. Pushing aside the regret, Tick lifted her cracked face, stepping back with a little hop to avoid the falling debris; The entire facility had begun to collapse, and yet the battle rages on with new faces amidst the known ones, including a snake, a latina and big sis Rael.

Now she's devoid of duty, having accomplished short-term goals imparted by their boss,
Tock is gone,
Their mama Eva is nowhere to be found,
Escaping would be futile if she succumbs to the very madness she wields, and thus only one thing can patch up her husk-

"To help the SPICE LATINA ₭łⱠⱠ the BABY!"



???

"Tick said SAVE the BABY!"



That's more like it...


"Don't worry Boss, Tick only needs one arm."



Boasting with confidence, the half-puppet rushed. Her lower body aimed towards Ordnung and Imoogi, twisting in the unnatural way only a jointed doll could, while her upper half focused entirely on steadying itself to face @Luthien. Unfortunately for the elf, she couldn't quite grant the same commodities as she did with yugam. The fragments of corruption twisted from the very life-force of the organic matter that once was researchers and players, with Tick making sure to let the choco-elf be the one to pay the full toll of her Dark Magic this time around.

A small price to pay for her puppet guardian angel's power, and much like with the elf's lover, so too would this power twist and overclock both physical and magical aspects. Just as much as it would sting like a thousand hornets.

Perhaps one way to drag the lovers closer; by sharing the pain the other endured...


"DARK JUSTICE BOOST!-"




TLDR; Tick runs for the evacuation with Snekmoogi and Ordnung, while dropping a buff on Luthien, as the dice hadth decideth
 

Rael

❮ Lore Seeker ❯
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Status
Location: Level V
▪ Normal



Rael parted from the wall she had been pulled behind by her Guard, head held tight in a protective embrace until most of the incoming catastrophe had ceased. Sure, it had rendered her blind to most going-ons relating to the Magia Matriarch's passing, but as debris was wont to follow in the wake of the Starcalled, better to keep his master safe than risk further injury without cause.

Her song faltered, her mastery faltered as she was involuntarily moved - even if it had meant to keep her safe. As her heartbeat continued to echo, louder and louder in her ears, she recognized the absence of magic's faint thrumming underneath and with a sweeping gesture of her hand did away from the safety of the Guard's vicinity and back into the fray.

The elf wondered not what the world would make of her actions, whether selfless, selfish, or otherwise. Cerulean eyes that beheld the sight of blood that ran red, the same color as flowed in her veins in contrast to a synthetic make, she ran.

Sprinting past an alchemist whom she hadn't the most pleasant of recollections of, she bore witness to the kindness born from a most peculiar place. Why, then, would she not aid? If not to save lives, if not to give them all a fighting chance, what was all of this for?

A link was formed without so much as a second thought, linking the minds of herself and @Imoogi together for the span of a short breath. "In the containment room, there's an elevator. Go. My summon waits, it's safe, and it'll get you out."

And she moved to preserve the answers, their source. She ran to preserve that memory which yet took its toll upon her psyche, and a mission that would soon be forgotten. Soon, soon, soon...

But when had she ever not been the one to author her fate?

If he should falter from the grievous wounds at his side, then she would support him.

Both the red and golden eggs were important, but none nearly as much as the only one in this world who held the answers.

"Do tell me the heroics have a backup plan," Rael said, her voice low for the wounded Ahylios, as she slid into his bubble, looping one of his arms around her shoulders while she pressed a hand to the wound that had taken out his midsection. It overflowed with magic pooling at her palm, and even radiated at every point of contact, denying him passage into that gentle night, for as long as she could. "If you die, then what? Do tell what comes next when no one else knows what to do and have always looked to you to decide."

If she would not sing to him to calm his mind, then let her words carry the same effect as before, the prelude to the conclusion of this storm.

The elf tilted her head towards him, a flick of her ears as with the usage of communications restored, she lent him the memory of the evacuation route she had found. Rael, however, continued to stand by him.

"There are so many injured," she noted, casting a cursory glance over those who remained on their feet, and at last, the enemy, "and they will not harm it. If we fight, if we keep fighting, the casualties will rise. No one is in a well-enough condition to keep up with this, or to lose more. You included."

"The baby will need you. You can't leave it alone."
For all the wrath aimed at the Aristocrata for the theft of the baby to use in their schemes, would it fare any better under the Starcalled's hold? "Can't you wait, for now? Until we can all fight at our fullest with you, better prepared and better equipped? The future can still be secured, even if it's not right now... But we need people to secure it with, and to secure it for, or it will be for nothing."

She loosed a sigh, and the curl of a smile, small but genuine, appeared on her lips.

"We go together, whatever the case. My strength shall be yours."


Rolls


▪ Buff: +00
▪ Save: +00
▪ Inspire: +00

• Heals Accelerator and lends herself as his support, for her energy to be taken as seen fit.
• Intent on leaving with him, but the choice is his. Wherever he shall go, however, he is to go with her as she grabs onto him.


Build Sheet
 

Harper

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Level-V Szofrit


Harper had seen a lot of things in her fights. Unique techniques, weird biology, even psychic warfare. She was pretty experienced to the point very few things could actually catch her by surprise.

Getting stabbed through someone's eyesocket was about one of the only things left that could.

And the bastard had the gall to taunt both her and @Luthien as well! Harper had many a few choice words for the interloper, but that trail of thought quickly went out of the window once the gas grenade thrown by @Imoogi found its way towards the four of them.

Luth got lucky. The rest of them, not so much.

Startled, the tigress had a good huff of the stuff, and was immediately disorientated. Her thoughts became a jumbled mess, though one thing managed to pierce the critical mass: Fear.

Every coherent thought inside her brain was screaming for the beastkin to get out of there. And for good reason! Vern had added a good few cuts to the plethora already on her body, the tigress barely able to keep herself standing at this point. Add to that, the room they were in was collapsing quickly, on its way to becoming a tomb to thouse caught inside.


It made sense to get out of there.

She should get out of there.

She would-!

The sound of the conclusion of the conflict with Szofrit reached her ears... And the deafening silence that followed. She had left them to focus on helping Emme.

And she had failed.

Mizuki. Fiora. Ronja. Even more fringe colleagues like Yugam. At least MAI was fine, but still... They had given their all into their task, even if it took their lives. And now there she stood. A failure.

Harper turned her head to watch Vern quickly start to make his way with the baby, with Reta making its way to cover for him as the Aristocrata made their escape. She gritted her teeth, before stumbling back with loud, pained groans as she brought her hands to her head. Her golden eyes were wide open, with one of them taking on a much deeper shade of gold than its fellow.

Giving chase in her state would be suicide. She shouldn't throw her life away like that.

He stabbed her and turned away like she was barely worth his time. HOW DARE HE?

She would just get in the way, hurt as she was. She shou-

SHUT! UP! THE ONE-EYED MUMMY SON OF A BITCH DIES!

Harper's muscles tensed up painfully. Her breathing quickly turned into frantic panting. And every strand on fur on her body stood on its end, parts of her hair curling upwards as if being pushed by wind. Her body seemingly started to vibrate with anger , and then, suddenly:


"grooooaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"


Like a pressure cooker punctured open mid-use, Harper violently exploded in rage. A thick, heavy aura burst forth from her body, with those in contact with it being able to taste the murderous intent behind it. The tigress would almost slam her body into the concrete below herself, barely stopping her descent with her two arms as she went all fours.

Her golden eyes, shining with a terrifying glow, were locked into Vern, dismissing anyone and everyone in her way. As she lowered herself even further onto the ground as she got into a pouncing stance, her muscles tensed almost past their breaking point as her very blood streamed quicker down her injuries.

This much effort was surely to speed up her bleeding out.
But all this meant was that she needed to be done quickly.

Shooting the quickest of glances towards the elf to her side, Harper launched herself towards tackling down Vern with enough force that anyone close would feel themselves being pushed away by recoil.

If Reta stood on her way, she would simply tackle him as well.
Or through him.


Actions:
Roll Result
4d20 (15 + 8 + 15 + 14) = 52

DAMN YOU IMOOGI _and vern iguess_ | Harper | 1943C8

Roll Result
1d3 (3) = 3

How does the Tiger Vibe rn | Harper | 1943C8

TLDR: After being hit by Vern and by Imoogi's gas, Harper's newfound fear gets momentarily overshadowed by her intense desire to absolutely murderize Vern for disrespecting her. With newfound killing intent, she will try to use her very own body to spear through Vern and anyone in a straight path between the two of them. Of course, if this gets him to release the baby, all the better.


Play Sheet
 

Lune

❮ Steel Reclaimer ❯
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Warwolfer
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As she heard Yugam's apology and felt his hand inside of her chest clutching the crystal, she knew it was time. Everything she had planned meticulously one year ago, was for this.

Do it.

Her chest was burning. The enormous amount of magic stored inside of that crystal was going to burst anytime soon, as the rest of her own life force was rapidly dissipating, shrinking down her body. She had no other intention than to hold on to Szofrit. It felt like time slowed, and that the woman could feel every other presence nearby.

There's Fiora, coming a little bit too close to escape any of the combined attacks. Luthien, still preoccupied inside of the room, probably won't notice the bloodbath that would happen soon. As her vision blurred and her life fleeting, there was still one question she had in mind, What if Szofrit survived this?

Then, the many spinning swords around her stopped, and she finally realized what was happening. Levi stood up and was ready to shoulder this heavy burden, a burden of so much blood on his hand, yet to protect countless more.

Lune, with no more life in her eyes, couldn't do anything but watch. But it was something else inside of her, the memory of a particular Freya Eleria, it moved Lune's lifeless hand towards the direction of the red-haired swordsman, giving her fellow Lion protector a thumb of approval.

And then she was gone, as the high-intensity burst of energy consumed her and everything around, so far to remove Szofrit's entire back part. There was nothing left recognizable of the Steel Reaver, and perhaps it was for the best.



Build Sheet
 

Ueno Mizuki

❮ Pathfinder ❯
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Egg
-119 HP
from Bladestorm
+25 (Flat)
to Nature Magic MA


Mizuki didn't blame those who thought that Szofrit was too dangerous to leave alive at this point. The Dissonance had clearly eaten away at the Mother of Machines, to the point that it felt like her attempts at convincing Szofrit with her Primal Aura weren't just ignored but that the synthetic queen was no longer capable of responding. Even if they did manage to subdue her again there was the question of how much there was left to be salvaged, and whether she'd try breaking out again in the future.

That did not, however, mean that she expected the other Travelers to quite literally blow themselves up while clinging to Szofrit as if they were suicide bombers.

Nor did she appreciate the rain of blades that tore through the branches and roots that currently formed her body, firmly wrapped around Szofrit's limbs and torso to help keep her in one piece even as she was burned, pierced, blasted and shredded.

Overall, she felt like the clingers had gone beyond what could be considered a reasonable response with that part.

However, there wasn't much she could do about it but endure, and after both Szofrit and all her passengers were torn apart by the combination of irrationally reckless attacks all that was left were smoking roots which quickly reformed into an equally ragged-looking caenis, covered in soot, burn wounds, and deep cuts.

What in the...


The rest of her reaction, spoken to nobody but herself in the first place, disappeared into frustrated mutters that nobody would have appreciated hearing, as there were more than a few very unpleasant words in the growling mix that escaped her lips.

There was no point in trying to recover anything from Szofrit by this point either: the other Travelers had made sure that there was little more than scraps left of both themselves and their quarry. She imagined that the researchers would be quite distraught as they discovered that there wasn't even much of a corpse left to study by this point.

But she didn't have time to either lash out at Levi or consider her next course of action: the room in which the golden egg was held had devolved into complete pandemonium, and now that she was no longer distracted by Szofrit Mizuki tried as best as she could to figure out her next move. Moon-eyes flickered from person to person, acquaintances and strangers alike, until she spotted the... strangely infantile golden child, in the hands of a bandaged person she didn't recognise but who seemed eager to get away with his prize.

She didn't have all the puzzle pieces, but it didn't take a genius to realise that this fellow wasn't an ally, and that it would be better to not let him achieve his objective.

However, her wounds slowed her down, and before she could get into a sprint she heard @MAI's scream, a startling sound which had her blinking before the small magia burst past her, faster than her frame would allow without liberal assistance of the drone master's magical talents.

No time to question it. Mizuki reached out with one arm, the flesh-and-blood limb transforming into a single extended arboreal tendril, wrapping around MAI's waist even as the magia flew towards the child-bearing runner. Trying to grip onto the ground with her hind paws once more Mizuki let her arm extend for as far as it took for her synthetic ally to reach the golden child.

She had no intention of stopping MAI from retrieving the infant. However, as soon as MAI got hold of the freshly hatched youngling Mizuki would pull with all her might, contracting her root-like limb to reel both MAI and the golden child back to where they could escape together.

If they lost the golden child as well then this entire incident would have been a complete and utter disaster, although regardless of whether this plan succeeded the wildling could tell that they had mere seconds before escape from the crumbling underground would become increasingly difficult or even impossible.

Act quickly!


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Mizuki combines her Nature Magic and Metamorph to create a leash for MAI, ready to pull her back to safety the moment MAI has her hands on the golden child.


Bladestorm
12d20 (13 + 13 + 7 + 5 + 4 + 16 + 5 + 18 + 6 + 15 + 7 + 10) = 119
Ueno Mizuki | 1943C8



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