Complete Dunnstads I'm the Drama

[Lune]

The sun had just set, and Lune took her seat inside the tavern. After ordering a simple stew and juice for dinner, she waited while looking around. Today, Ryujin didn't tag along and stayed at the inn because the Steel Reaver managed to convince the teen that Falderen was a dangerous place. It's kind of true because of the sentiment towards Starcalled and... that thing with Tyldr.

Not that she cared but Falderen knights made such a deal out of that.

Her gaze stopped at the dusty, unused piano near the tavern stage, which brought some memories back to her. A small smile formed on the corner of Lune's lips as the Barbie Girl echoed inside her head. It has been over a year, hasn't it? The other two probably stopped playing the game, having never encountered them for at least half a year now.

Good for them.

Once bustling with a lot of patrons, now there were only at most four more groups currently occupying the tables. The tense relationship between Starcalled and Landers really put a strain on businesses and trade, and it's not only a short-term thing.

And now she's just here in the corner, camping, alone, brooding like Batman, waiting for her dinner to be served. Bored, she scanned around, hoping to see a familiar face.

@Fiora Di Angelo

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

Falderen.
Braidwood Inn,
Sunset.

It felt like yesterday when she got into a tavern in Falderen. Granted, it might have just been a week ago since she got into a bit of a brawl in one. The few scattered customers here seemed far more appropiate however, despite being here not for a drink but for a little respite from the outdoors. Leaves and trees are nice and all, but the cold makes for a poor companion, and so does the night.

Through the pitch blackness on her left eye, however, she felt something akin to goosebumps as energy darted all over and suddently flopped a feet under. One she already seen before, or rather, 'felt'. What she had in familiarity was contradicted by a set of snow-white locks and the face of a stranger. This was all but a face she knew.

Which is exactly what motivated her to stand up, determined to reach this gloomy looking woman, golden eye catching hers as she lifted it from the brooding posture she held moments ago.-First contact, and it was visual.

Without uttering a word, Fiora pulled back one of the chairs and sat down opposite of the suspicious adventurer, pondering how to begin while keeping it short and sweet, and in the meantime her hands busied themselves with her sword's scabbard, unholstering it from her side and placing it on the table with sentimental care for the weapon as it rested on her side of the table, hands planted on her knees afterwards as she quietly examined this person.

Beyond the bits and scraps she can see belonging to the Adventurer's Guild, there wasn't much to be taken at first glance. Finally, she smacked her lips together, rested a hand over the table, and locked eye with this stranger. "I don't know you. By the looks of it, I might have gotten the wrong person. But I can see how and where magic flows-" A finger lazily pointed over to her. "And I only know one other person with this much mana focused on their chest." Would someone's heart explode from having this much concentrated? Maybe their lungs would collapse instead..? This was a peculiar case, but for it to repeat twice is a coincidence, something she doesn't believe on in the first place.

Point made clear, Fiora leaned back on her chair. "Have you ordered yet, or should I?" She couldn't deny her stomach called to her right now, moreso than her curiosity over her chest-magic-buddy infront of her.

@Lune

 

[Lune]

"Have you ordered yet, or should I?"

"I have. A stew."

And speaking of the devil, the waitress arrived at their side, bringing her food to the table. Lune motioned the waitress to stay, before looking at Fiora. "Go order, dinner's on me."

Some thoughts appeared in her head, mostly of how redundant the shapeshifting was to most adventurers who had access to any magic with the ability to sense energy. She tried to think of some way to get out of the question, before deciding that not evading might be the best course for now.

"If this one other person was red-haired, at a glance resembled Szofrit, and named Lune..."

She covered the left half of her face with her hand, before showing the morphed half of her face, which changed to look like her previous form, complete with the purple eyes.

"... Then you actually got the right person, Fiora Di Angelo. It is just not my preferred form for now."

Reverting the change, she grabbed the mug of water and took a sip while waiting for the other woman's food to arrive.

"So, have you been well?" She delivered the question with a tone that seemed like she didn't care, as if it was small talk just out of courtesy.

@Fiora Di Angelo

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

Her nose reacted before her eye could, as the warm aroma from the stew filled the air with more than just booze. Refreshing overall, and almost tempting on it's own to try a spoonful of as her table partner stopped the waitress. "Black coffee." Fiora replied, giving a nod to the waitress before setting her sights on 'snow-white'.

Her lips turned into a thin line, giving enough time to think and more to answer, which eventually came in both vocal and visual exposition once the not-so-stranger revealed half of the redhead's face, and little bits and details which pointed out to more: Either knowledge or involvement.

"Just Fiora." She quickly remarked, glancing over her shoulder as no sooner after the reveal did the waitress show up to plant a boiling hot cup of coffee on the table, not bothering to look twice. Leaving the cup to cool for a little, she pushed the cup to keep the steam out of the way. "Shouldn't be too difficult to spot you from now on then." It was a little too obvious, but so are illusionists once they explain the trick behind their sleight of hand, and the chances of meeting twice with the same person you don't keep contact with is... Unlikely.

Picking up the cup, she gave it a trying sip, huffing as the coffee was still hot. Too hot in fact, yet the warmth that pooled on her throat was enough to power through that and give it another.

"No one's well around here nowdays." She sipped again, keeping it an indirect. Given being branded as a 'Starcalled' was enough of a problem, doubled within Falderen. Yet even she knew this was dodging the question- They both knew how redundant it would be to answer or ask about it. "Got a reason to be here? Duunstads isn't the safest of places in Falderen." Carefully, she placed the cup back down and leaned onto her backrtest. Other the rumours spread time ago of cults, golden knights and what not, beneath all these pests and blights, there was gold to be made for the Adventurer's Guild.

And Lune didn't quite hide that much her role in it, despite her clothing being close to being a Theseus Ship Paradox on it's own with how customized it was.

"At least the threats are past the town's gates." She added.

@Lune

 

[Lune]

"Alright, Fiora, then." Back to the first-name basis.

As the black coffee arrived, Lune began to eat the stew slowly, munching on a piece of beef-like meat while listening to Fiora. It's pretty nice, might order it for a go-to.

"I see..." Lune sighed, "At least it works for those untrained in magic. That's more than enough."

The conversation continued, and the white-haired woman continued to enjoy the warm stew. The meal portion wasn't that much to begin with, so she quickly finished and put the bowl to the side.

She sipped the water. "No, I'm just chilling around here. Not on a guild's quest for once."

"Nowhere is safe, really. Not to our kind." More especially her. Those Falderen knights could somehow tell that she was 'marked' by Tyldr for some reason. At this point, the only thing keeping their hands on her was the orichalcum tag hanging on her neck.

Not even Falderen was that stupid to mess with the Adventurer's Guild.

Her right hand motioned toward the green-haired elf, "Now, you look like you're here for something." There was less reason for a Fiora to wander around Dunnstads at this hour.

@Fiora Di Angelo

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

"It would work on most," Fiora quickly replied as she casually dropped her back against the chair. "Can't just tell the average player or Lander apart because of the magic flowing through them." Yet that accounts for the majority of the cases. Lune just differs from such. An anomaly centered on her torso, dangerously close to the heart.

'Chilling' around Duunstads. Almost comparable to having a summer vacation in hell. Yet it could be worse. It could be Tertoria, yet at least the dangers there lurk around the corner and not behind shadows.

"Trouble follows wherever we go. It's reason enough to not trust any of us." Another sip broke through her composure a little. It was the worst coffee ever known to man or elf, despite having nothing for her to spot out of the ordinary visually speaking.

Putting the cup back down with a sigh, Fiora crossed her arms against the edge of the table, "There's word of a madman clad in armor and chasing people off the roads. It attacked caravans, guards, merchants, you name it." By all means it sounded like a player in attitude, if not in power. "No one can give a profile though. Only that they attack at night and wield a greatsword." The part that intrigued her the most, as there are worse things wandering around in Duunstads at these hours than mere highwaymen.

Somehow, this one only hunts at night.

"Since that time with Diego, I've been recognized more often than not. People don't want to get involved, so all I got is hearsay and people mad at delayed deliveries from the outside." Understandably so. All Starcalled are good for apparently is solving issues, doing errands and being at the epicenter of a catastrophic event. Or it's catalyst. "It sounded worth the effort, but there's the chance I just wasted gold and time coming here."

@Lune

 

[Lune]

She didn't answer much, but instead just silently agreed with Fiora's sentiment with a single "Hm." Either this virtual world revolves around Starcalleds, or it was because the majority of them were just actually troublemakers.

Her ears perked upon hearing the information of a mysterious, armored madman who attacked people. Never heard of this guy before, so all accounts must be recent.

"Greatsword," Lune noted, tapping her fingers on the table. "High chance that it's a player, then." That's a weapon that only people who played too much videogame or watched fantasy media wield. She knew because she herself wields one.

"So, you're pretty sure this guy's hitting somewhere nearby tonight."

Reaching for her pocket to grab a small bag of gold coins, she placed it on the table before shouting at the waitress. "I'll be back to order one more serving of stew later, this should cover all." Hopefully she can return in time for Ryujin's dinner time.

Standing up, she motioned to Fiora toward the door. "Should we waste no more time and go look, then?" She was the first to leave the establishment, back outside bathed in the darkness of the night.

@Fiora Di Angelo

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

"I hope so, it would make things easier. But I don't drop any possibilities. Last rumour I chased ended up taking me straight to a girl with a golden bat for a weapon." Dead serious about it. As absurd as it were, it was simply the truth. People had strange taste for weapons in a fictional land such as Arcia.

Fiora gave a last sip to her cup, room temperature by now and having lost any semblance of taste for her to enjoy, scratching the bridge of hern ose as Lune overestimated just how much info she had at hand. "No. So I'll just walk until I find him. The reports range from different locations all over Duunstads, but it's mainly the intersections and cross-roads." Harder to pick up speed and not risk tipping your whole wagon that way.

The path seemed clear for her, and it's evident that Lune's interest would lead them both teaming up. An extra arms she could trust to do their job right is always appreciated, despite not giving in to fully trust the woman just yet. Someone who changes faces has a reason to, and her thoughts diverted over to that amalgamation of mana she could see around her heart, despite being but a fog like most traces of mana were.

With her hand over the sword's scabbard, Fiora picked herself back up, adjusting the clasp on her cloak, addressing the question with a quiet nod as the cold weather finally blasted them both straight. It was always worse whenever one leaves the warmth confines of an inn. Specially in Duunstads, were everywhere they look seems to give one gothic medieval vibes with how grimdark nature seemed...

"We're close." Heavy footsteps resonated through the woods as they made their way through the ad infinitum staircase. The masonry was ancient, much like the bark of these skinny trees that surrounded it. "There should be a good view up there." Glancing over her shoulder back at Lune gave her a view of the town, not so small not so big, as they had branched off far enough that it had become buildings with lights and nothing more- Nigh a soul wanders as far as the eye can see.

The terrain was treacherous, even now as they climb up the stone cracks with every step, and some even roll down from their position like loose bricks, cheap tricks to get them to twist an ankle or simply irritate them with the lack of care the Landers had for this path, specially given the stories. Something about a statue at the very top, one few pray too and even fewer know what it's supposed to represent, other than some large, blackened bird with ivory eyes.

'We'll see soon enough.'

@Lune

 

[Lune]

"Our culture seemed to spread among the natives quickly." She shrugged, exhaling after listening to the girl with the golden bat bit. What's next, running around with an AK-47?

"Lead the way."

They set off in one direction, the other woman keeping a scabbard with her. As for Lune, she preferred storing her weapons in her inventory; appearing harmless was always a good idea. They went off into the woods, where the path slowly turned into a staircase on a hill. Hopefully, this one wasn't as long as the journey to the High Hrothgar in one of Todd Howard's RPGs.

Her eyes scanned the buildings in the distance to their back, noting the lack of any activity going on. Her focus then switched back to the stone steps they were taking. "Do people even go here?" She asked, with how bad the condition of this path was. Thankfully, her mastery over gravity made the walk quite easy.

If the madman was to ambush them here, they could just easily push him down the steps. Or maybe he'll fall off by himself.

She noticed one single statue resting at the top which only added a layer of eerieness to this place. "Alright, any plan?" Lune turned to Fiora, hoping that the plan wasn't just 'observe from high and pray they see some action'.

"If he attacks people indiscriminately, then shouldn't we be able to bait him just by wandering around?"

@Fiora Di Angelo

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

It wasn't a concern, so long as the ugly parts of modern culture were kept for themselves and didn't regurgitate itself into Terrasphere. Afterall, it's but a benefit to have enemies wield stupid weapons such as golden bats, but not to have anything else. Perhaps phones, given the tendency their UI has to blow up and become completely useless when you need it the most.

Fiora took a moment to listen, glancing over to the path once again, which had little to offer as they were finally abotu to reach the top. "...No." Or at least, it didn't seem like it to her, and certainly not to Lune either. "The plan is to get a good view first." Observing from high and praying to see some action was the course of action. Of course, it wouldn't be for long, as what mattered the most from this vantage point is the view itself.

Despite the many trees darkening the dirt roads, there were clear lines in-between the thick woods that functioned as pathways. Given the tendency this supposed highwayman had of assaulting groups, if they could so much as see any, then there was a good chance to find them in the first place. "There's no pattern to the attacks, no specific area of Duunstads. I only pinpointed this forest because it's where most attacks occurr, but there's no guarantee either. There's more than one way to reach anywhere in Duunstads." Perhaps to give merchants a safe net as opposed to keeping one path alone? It did turn this whole place into a maze, but given how this particular town was in the middle of a forest, there's reason enough to use all it's possible entrances.

Taking a rather dangerous turn and heading down towards the town were lights coming out of a wagon, heavily packed given it was no mere cart. From this distance, it was but a shape, given any finer details were undiscernable from up here.

"That, and I was waiting for my delivery. Care to take us to that carriage?" It wasn't like she could simply jump down as if it were a Bethesda game and shrug off broken bones and possible lacerations from the rocky formations downhill. Yet given Lune's expertise with being airborne, it shouldn't be a problem for her to carry them both down.

@Lune

 

[Lune]

"Alright, so we just need to hope that they aren't on sabbatical today."

Upon hearing that the other woman wanted her to somehow bring them both to the cart down there, a hefty distance away, Lune sighed. "I'm just going to let you know that I never tried carrying an adult in flight." She protested but still began her transformation regardless.

They went all the way up here just to go back down. Lune wouldn't be surprised if Todd Howard was behind Terrasphere all along with this weird map design.

Metallic-like sharp appendages began to sprout out her back, slowly forming what roughly looked like a rigid wing.

"Arms, wide." She ordered Fiora, for easier carrying experience. Transformed massive claw hands gripped both of Fiora's upper arms for safety, and once they were both ready, a red glow appeared from the numerous exhaust, slits, and holes of the supposed 'wing', shooting reverse gravity force downwards. More like a VTOL Jet than a bird.

Slowly but surely, they floated forward and downward toward the direction of a wagon, gliding smoothly with gravity magic as a propulsion method, looking like Fortnite players dropping in Tilted Towers.

Almost back on the surface, Lune expended more of the propulsion energy to ensure a soft, happy landing. Releasing Fiora, the wings and the claw hands quickly morphed back. "That used way more energy than I expected."

She stretched, trying to recharge some power back before motioning to the cart.

"What's in the carriage?"

@Fiora Di Angelo

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

Fiora sighed, opening her palm menu as she went over to her inventory to send over every piece of armor she wore back in it, leaving her with only her boots, pants and the form-fitting shirt she wore beneath all the plate. "I'll help you with my weight, you focus on getting there before the cart does." Minor tricks like that should be within her scope, despite her metamorph being limited.

Being witness as Lune became an ace pilot, jet and all, she spread her arms wide for her pilot to pick her up as they hopped down with the metal, living paraglider of a partner. Thankfully for them, the cart had begun to slow a little as it's driver prioritized control over speed. The horses were visibly agitated even from their position, huffing and puffing with fear as if their lives were at mere inches of a predator.

As her boots finally reached the dirt once again, Fiora stumbled one or two steps forth before setting her sights on the wagon, more specifically the driver, triggering her Mindsend first and foremost "A horse and some info. I couldn't cover the whole Duunstads, so I hired someone who could." As she explained, the cart was quickly coming to a stop, going a little past the pair as to not run them over.
chamsae

I'll have you know, again, that I'm more of a sea captain, not a land one, so it's gonna cost you a little extra.

The man tipped his tricorne hat, his whole getup speaks 'I sail the seven seas' moreso than 'the seven roads of hell within Duunstads'. He hopped down from the driver's seat, looking paler than he should probably be, rubbing his sleeve to clear the sweat from his face.

"Who is she by the way?" a finger pointed back at Lune "Looks just as fucking mean as you do, probably even worse!"

"Don't piss her off, Chamsae. She might be." Non-chalant, Fiora pulled open her inventory yet again, only to materialize a neat little purse, half of it's contents dangling one against the other as it dropped on her open palm, seconds before throwing it on the man's direction, who was quick to catch it, a smirk lacing his face just then.

"Well ma'am, if you are single and in need of some physical therapy, let me know." He bowed down with his hat on hand "Now about your uh 'friend' on the roads. Tin can is fourty minutes from here, West. At least that's the last time I saw him. Bastard chased me down the whole time, felt like death itself came to me with a horse."

That much Fiora could believe, given the state he and the horses seemed to be in. Just a quick check to the cart under a lantern's light would reveal the many dents and cracks on the wood, as if something had slammed on it repeated times, with some of the windows broken even. It was empty inside save for a saddle, likely a decoy to seem like 'prey' for bandits, given the cheap but rather convincing elegance on it's design.

"Should be far enough for you to catch your breath." She turned to face Lune yet again as Chamsae headed into the wagon to fetch the saddle and set it up on one of the horses.

@Lune

 

[Lune]

The wagon stopped, and a man jumped down the driver's seat, looking like a potential lawsuit from the big House of Mouse; no one can escape their grasp, not even expired copyrights.

"Chamsae, huh..."

Even the name itself was quite a reference to something that everyone knows. provided they know Korean. "You're a pirate ship captain or something?" She asked, with that outfit, there was no way he was a normal sailor or trader. With the name and the attire though, she was certain that he was a player.

"I'll pass," Lune dismissed the 'offer' politely, focusing on the information about the attacker while examining the damage on the wagon. The mark seemed to be more of a hacking than a slashing, so crude greatblade?

"Forty minutes? They'll run away before we get anywhere close."

The horse was set and ready to go, prompting the woman to motion Fiora towards it. "Let's go quickly, I'll be on the back." Waiting for the elf to hop on, Lune would follow shortly after, pointing to the road to their front before it got too dark for them to spot the madman.

@Fiora Di Angelo

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

Suspicion grew on Chamsae's eyes, sharp as daggers, a finger pointing akin to a thrust towards the 'adventurer'.

Why so curious? I'm just a sailor.

Defensive, the man turned back to Fiora, his finger never ceasing to point at Lune as if it were a gun.

"Is she with the big M?-" He asked

"No, no she's not." Quick to reply, Fiora turned her eye over to Lune for a moment, letting her words become thoughts within the former-redhead. { He's insane, thinks he's some kind of honourable pirate from a thirty years or so movie. Thinks some big mouse is chasing after him. } Her voice devoid of any energy as she held back a sigh.

Chamsae meanwhile managed to lower his guard for the time being at the elf's reassuring words, turning back to Lune.

"Eehhh I'm sure you two will catch up." Certainty behind his words as he continued, "Poor bastard gave up and last I noticed he just... Stopped. Maybe he lost himself in thoughts or something, but it didn't look like he was going to keep up the chase or run for that matter."

Nodding, Fiora climbed on top of the horse, turning a little to glance down at Chamsae. "I'll call you again if we need you. In the meantime, don't get wasted." His follow-up laughter, however, didn't convince her of the later.

"Never! But try not to need me too soon until I replace the missing horse, aye?" He tipped his hat, watching the pair set out

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Their galloping across the twisted forests of Duunstad is all one can hear. Not a single critter could be heard. The very roads were quieted down in unnatural fashion. The only visual cues of being on track compared to any other path were the many fragments of the wagon Mr. Chamsae pulled all the way here. It was as if the woods themselves knew.

Fiora's eye widened at the taller object standing in the middle of the road, pulling hard enough from the reigns that the horse had to slide a few meters forth before coming to a full halt with one loud neigh and a puff of air through it's nostrils.

From here they would find a cloaked figure clad in armor from head to toes, the feathers clasped around the length of it's robe akin to a crow's, only ten times the size, at the very least. The sword itself however didn't seem to match the description of their insane highwayman, yet neither did their looks, almost too intricate to be a mere soldier of fortune, nor some simpleton with a blade.

Far from it, the energy resonating around the statuesque warrior spreads far and wide, as unnatural as the subtle mists surrounding the edges of the woods, rotten magics polluted where it stands.

"Chamsae was right at least..." Which only proved to be less of a positive. At least a fleeing criminal would prove they were fearful of law enforcement. "If things gets out of hand, aim for the neck. Ain't worth risking our lives more than needed, even if I want to know what it wants." Fiora pointed out, pushing her legs to the horse's side as she hopped off to the ground, a hand resting by her blade's scabbard as she turned to face the warrior, her eye barely holding Lune at it's corner.

After a few seconds of delay, the golem like warrior finally acted, pulling it's sword into a two handed grip as it rested the blade against his shoulder, ready to strike from a high stance, yet holding it's ground as if it mattered more than to close the gap between the apir.

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Spoiler: C0 Map

Light Green Tiles (D-1,D-2,C-1,C-2): Players may start on any of these tiles.
Purple Haze Hazard/Impassable Terrain

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❰ 801 / 1200 ❱

Taunt DC: 80​

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Tyr's Forsaken: Ignores Taunt actions and aggro from @Lune and any attack towards her is halved.

Cycle 0 Results

- The Legionnaire of Damascus doesn't move.

@Lune

 

[Lune]

The horse galloped with a maintainable speed along the path of the Dunnstads forest, with Lune looking down to examine the parts left by Chamsae's wagon.

As the mount suddenly came to a stop, the woman's attention turned to the front, where a silhouette of a tall armored person was standing in the middle, as if guarding the path beyond them. "That doesn't seem right," She whispered, noting the discrepancies. "They don't look anywhere close to the description we have."

Fiora instructed her to go for the fatal blow if they became aggressive. "I know, but I need confirmation." Still unsure, Lune got down from the horse, before proposing something. "Let me try something."

"Excuse me,"

With her hands to the side, palms open, the white-haired woman slowly but surely walked towards the armed, armored person while making sure her voice was heard, not showing any signs of aggression.

"We've been hearing about a greatsword-wielding person assaulting merchants and travelers. Do you know something of the sort?"

She didn't need to ready her weapon; if it came down to combat, her reaction speed should be enough to harden her skin and pull a blade out of her inventory.

Rolls

Movement: D2 > C3 > C4

Buff
1d100 (4) + [30] + 25 + 25 = 84 / 3
+28 extra damage to @Fiora Di Angelo for 3 attacks
Animancy | Lune | Drama

(BA) Cover - Absorb
Take the full damage dealt to your @Fiora Di Angelo after modifiers the next time they take damage.

Build

@Fiora Di Angelo

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

331 / 305

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By all accounts Lune was right. On a second glance, this figure barely matched a general profile but nothing that could point out to being the culprit unless they jumped to conclusions. "But the modus operandi sure matches... Almost." She eyed the weapon- Far from a large, clunky greatsword.

As Lune begun a pacifist approach, Fiora took a step to the side, walking over close to her yet not getting anywhere near the knight as to not overwhelm this person.

Proximity allowed for the Steel Reaver to tell this was far from crude, cheap iron. Most of the suit was far beyond that in quality, yet the helm was strikingly different, and it wasn't just metal and design. Something about it seemed thin, lacking on the layers steel helmets should have. It almost looked like an adornment rather than a piece of gear to protect oneself. But... How could one complain?

In a world like Terrasphere, weapons cut through armor like butter and guns are akin to swords, what's the difference, right?

"Return with the flock, Misguided. The witch will hold council for your kind. She will explain."

A voice mostly masculine, yet the magical echoes within it certainly made it hard to guess the age. Raspy and smooth all at once, and yet his behaviour speaks of no aggression as much as hers. Lune, however, would be the first to tell apart the magic flowing through the blade, forming around it like a thin layer of blackness that gave it a phantasmal width past the damascus edge. It glimmers ominously.

And then he's gone, his form poofed, the magical dust following forth and past the woman, aimed at her green-haired companion instead, with his blade rised high in the air as soon as his form reappeared infront of her, poised to strike.

The first strike was predictable, completely easy to roll out of the way and close the gap with Lune. The second however, almost splits her in two, and the aftermath of it's power rippled through the ground, forcing that fate on the very earth itself, and sending the burst towards an unintended target: Lune herself

"He's not messing around..." She called out, flames whisking together across her blade, giving it a swing in Lune's direction, feeding magic straight to her regenerative abilities to amp them up, "What are you after?!" She asked, incredulous that the man could simply go after her and not Lune, an unarmed and up-close target to begin with.

His silence spoke plenty; He was done with talking...

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Rolls

Movement: D2 > C3

AoE Heal
2d20 EX (20 + 1 + 7) + 25 + 25 = 78 / 3 (1 explosions)
+26 HP to 3 targets (x2 @Lune | x1 @Fiora Di Angelo)

AoE | Magitech | Fiora Di Angelo | 2048

BA: Evolve
+25 flat bonus to Metamorph
Metamorph | Fiora Di Angelo | 2048

Build Sheet

Spoiler: C0 Map

Light Green Tiles (D-1,D-2,C-1,C-2): Players may start on any of these tiles.
Purple Haze Hazard/Impassable Terrain

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❰ 801 / 1200 ❱

Taunt DC: 80​

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Rend: Twin strikes from his sword, first lacerating then crushing it's foe, dealing 8d20 damage to a single target.
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Tyr's Forsaken: Ignores Taunt actions and aggro from @Lune and any attack towards her is halved.

Cycle 1 Results

- ??? Moves to C3
- ??? uses Rend on @Fiora Di Angelo. Instead, @Lune takes 41 Damage (Tyr's Forsaken applied)
- The Purple Haze has gotten closer, despite-

@Lune

 

[Lune]

316 / 305

+52 HP from @Fiora Di Angelo
-41 HP from Rend

"Flock? My kind?"

Was he a racist or something? Unable to comprehend what the hell the knight was talking about, Lune was going to ask him more questions as the man seemingly posed no ill-intent, before suddenly sensing magical pressure flowing to his blade, creating a pitch-black layer that made it bigger.

"Wait—" And suddenly, he was not in her sight anymore. That was way too fast for it to be a super-speed or time magic. Instant teleportation? A clang of blades quickly made her turn, as the figure already engaged Fiora in close combat.

Dashing to assist the elf, Lune quickly brought her sword out from the inventory, unleashing a flurry of strikes. Some got through his defense, absorbed by the armor, and yet he counters none of the attacks, focusing solely on Fiora. One massive swing caused a shockwave that knocked her back and for some reason, he still didn't utilize this moment to close the gap and instead stayed on Fiora.

"It's weird," She recovered, walking into a side-by-side fighting formation with the elf. "He's only directly attacking you."

She also noticed that the weird haze that was blocking their path was also slowly coming towards them. "The purple fog is coming," The white-haired woman raised her sword. "We need to take care of this fast."

Rolls

Movement: C4 > D3

Ultra Counter
1d100 (24) + [30] + 25 + 25 + 25 = 129
129 damage
Ultra Counter failed...
Gain 30 damage and mitigation.
You are Vulnerable.

Metamorph | Lune | 2048C1

BA: Evolve
+25 flat bonus to Metamorph

Build

@Fiora Di Angelo

 

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There was no doubt for Lune that every strike she made sings true. The damage on the armour, the gaps created from the impact, the poor quality that allowed for it to break so easily, and yet not a single grunt, not the faintest flinch, came from this man. Ignorance came not from a lack of a threat, but willingness.

And yet not a droplet of blood would come from his wounds, despite the pale skin peeled free from the flesh from their combined assault, revealing the crimson insides of a human's body, or what seemed like a humanoid.

Brute force alone helped her break through his guard to deliver one ubercharged strike against his breastplate, flame and fury alike cutting through it, only managing to force him to step back in response. "It probably has something to do with all that flock gibberish." She bit her tongue down, eye open wide as his blade rised once again, humming with magic ominously once again. Purple begun to creep in closer, enough to give a light shade across his silhouette as it responded to the damascus steel. "Let's go on the offensive then, we got a lot to lose if he makes it out of here alive."

And then it exploded outwards from his blade. Exposed flesh from the duo would turn pale, feverish, patches of black beginning to creep near blood vessels, cold and hot assaulting their senses all at once. A blinking message popped up right at the very top of their vision, the warning from a new status effect that Terrasphere always blinked at it's players.

Ebon Fever is all it reads, with it's effects being clearly left in the dark beyond the symbol of a debuff.

The pain shooked her, like any toxin when it kicks in, yet when concentrating further enough, it's the realization that it wouldn't wear away from sheer internal metamorphosis alone. "It's... Not dying off-" A horrible cough broke past her lips, splattering blood on the ground and her gauntlets, unwilling to break from her guarded stance.

The Knight took the opportunity as one of the elves was pushed on her backfoot, aiming instead for @Lune, poised to grasp the woman's neck. Fast, deadly, yet restrained, in an attempt to get her out of the way entirely by sending her over to the haze.

Where she belongs, unlike the rest of the heathens and himself.

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Rolls

Movement: C3

Burst Attack
20d20 (9 + 14 + 7 + 6 + 9 + 8 + 7 + 16 + 4 + 5 + 15 + 16 + 10 + 16 + 4 + 5 + 18 + 11 + 17 + 16 + 16 + 1) = 255
You are Vulnerable.
255 damage (2 explosions)

BA: Evolve

+25 flat bonus to Magitech

Metamorph | Fiora Di Angelo | 2048

Build Sheet

Spoiler: C3 Map

Light Green Tiles (D-1,D-2,C-1,C-2): Players may start on any of these tiles.
Purple Haze Hazard/Impassable Terrain

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❰ 417 / 1200 ❱

Taunt DC: 80​

???:
Ebon Fever (Cleansable): An ever-evolving plague infects everyone adjacent or in the same tile as The Knight's. It deals 10 True Damage at the beginning of the cycle per stack. If two infected characters are within adjacent tiles of one another, they will suffer their peer's stacks as extra damage on top of their current stacks. Gain one stack every cycle after Ebon Fever's damage triggers. Gain two stacks when inside a Purple Haze tile.
Rend: Twin strikes from his sword, first lacerating then crushing it's foe, dealing 8d20 damage to a single target.
???:
Tyr's Forsaken: Ignores Taunt actions and aggro from @Lune and any attack towards her is halved.

Cycle 1 Results

- ??? Lungers forth to try and grab @Lune. Make a DC 70 Reflex or Fortitude Save to escape or else be pushed 1d3 tiles to the right
- ??? casts Ebon Fever on everyone adjacent to him, causing 10 damage and granting them one stack of Ebon Fever.
- Both @Fiora Di Angelo and @Lune take an extra 10 damage for being adjacent to eachother (one Ebon Fever stack's worth of damage)
- The Purple Haze has gotten closer, despite-

@Lune

 

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1 Ebon Fever Stack
-20HP from Ebon Fever

"What the fuck."

They eventually were able to punch through his armor and deal significant cuts to his pale body, but there was no reaction. And strangely, not even single a blood drop.

"Does he even feel pain?"

He was fast, with one hand already outstretched towards her. As soon as she felt the grip on her neck, Lune quickly slapped away the arm with considerable power, forcing the knight to quickly release the hold. "No chance," She scoffed, before continuing her attacks.

Suddenly, magical energy was expelled from his blade, with both Lune and Fiora affected by the blast. She quickly noticed a status effect on her HUD, before the elf notified her that not even metamorphing was enough to stop this so-called 'Ebon Fever'.

"Gah," She tried to suspend her internal immune system, but the pain still coursed through her body. It seemed more like a curse than a disease. Then, the only option was to defeat the knight.

"No choice, go for the fatal strikes."

Rolls

Movement: D3 > C2

Roll Result
1d100 (54) 50 = 104
Lune | Fortitude Check | Drama

Ultra Counter
1d100 (28) + [30] + 25 + 25 + 25 = 133
133 damage
Ultra Counter failed...
Gain 30 damage and mitigation.
You are Vulnerable.
Gravimancy | Lune | Drama

BA: Evolve
+25 flat bonus to Gravimancy

Build

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x2 Ebon Fever Stacks
-23 HP from Haze
-20 HP from Ebon Fever

His grip slipped, arm pulled back as the silver gal slapped it away with force he didn't expect her capable of. Like a giant being swarmed by ferocious hornets, his arms raised up to protect his torso as Lune retaliated and created more dents, sunk the metal deeper into his body, with his blade protecting him from the worst.

"Does he even feel pain?"

"Can't be a magia, can it..?"

He pulled his cloak back as it winded too close to his front, following a gust of wind that enwrapped his form first and extended outwards at an astonishing pace. It's intensity spiked, forcing Fiora to hold her blade closer to herself, eye squinting and widening in that very order as this whirlpool of magic begun to close down against her, dragging her with violence befit of a tornado. Sent rolling onto the ground, the amethyst haze now fell upon her as much as it did the knight, yet she couldn't hold her breath as well as he could within this fog.

Her only saving grace being Lune's out of this predicament. Between her throat closing to the dense atmosphere and the curse crawling through every inch of her body, her anger combusted outwards as fire begun to expell the haze as best as it could to catch pockets of air through her mouth, giving her the element of surprise to force her blade like an anvil down upon the knight's helmet. They needed lethal, and lethal she went after, forcing the helmet to push inwards where his skull should be.

But even that didn't seem to affect him. The head-The most well known weakpoint- But a mere inconvenience once he set it straight, and instead of retaliating against the elf, decided to turn his attention over to the forsaken soul infront of him:

"Let me show you how it feels."

His disembodied voice rang forth like a magical command, engulfing Lune with the echoes of ravens and the moans of the dead, singing their discord in unison. It grew louder by the minute, sorrowful even with every cut and smashed bone on the knight's body.

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Rolls

+25 flat bonus to Magitech

Burst Attack

20d20 (9 + 9 + 11 + 19 + 11 + 2 + 12 + 11 + 6 + 19 + 1 + 1 + 10 + 11 + 14 + 3 + 10 + 12 + 11 + 10 + 13 + 15 + 17 + 6 + 10) = 220

You are Vulnerable.

220 damage (5 explosions)

Metamorph | Fiora Di Angelo | 2048

Build Sheet

Spoiler: C3 Map

Light Green Tiles (D-1,D-2,C-1,C-2): Players may start on any of these tiles.
Purple Haze Hazard/Impassable Terrain

???

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❰ 64 / 1200 ❱

Taunt DC: 80​

???:
Ebon Fever (Cleansable): An ever-evolving plague infects everyone adjacent or in the same tile as The Knight's. It deals 10 True Damage at the beginning of the cycle per stack. If two infected characters are within adjacent tiles of one another, they will suffer their peer's stacks as extra damage on top of their current stacks. Gain one stack every cycle after Ebon Fever's damage triggers. Gain two stacks when inside a Purple Haze tile.
Rend: Twin strikes from his sword, first lacerating then crushing it's foe, dealing 8d20 damage to a single target.
The Flock: An ethereal bind between himself and an aggressor. It forces half of the damage taken on his target. (does not mitigate damage whatsoever) It lasts until Cleansed or until the knight perishes. Can only be triggered at half HP.
Tyr's Forsaken: Ignores Taunt actions and aggro from @Lune and any attack towards her is halved.

Cycle 'I forgot which' Results

- The Knight casts Vortex, moving himself to C4, dragging @Fiora Di Angelo to C5 and @Lune to C3
- The Flock is upon @Lune, forcing her to take half the damage the Knight takes...
- The Purple Haze has begun to eat away at you. It deals 23 Damage to everyone within it's tiles.
- The Ebon Fever deals 10 damage per stack. Everyone afflicted gains another stack.

@Lune