Complete Main Story (Red Fever A - Lion Arms) Reckless Apes

[Hyakin Heliodoros]

60 / 130

Red Fever (3) Anger
(-55 HP from Retaliation damage)

"Thank you Miss @Emilia ! I am fine as you can see!" That tiny dip in his HP was completely overlooked by him. "And it's fine, it all depends on your character type, I'm obviously a tank build. While Miss Emilia is more arcane build; we each have different strengths." He grinned trying to reassure her, she was clearly a magic-build… And as he watched her act, he added mentally that she was also a healer build.

"See? I could not do that." Again, he nodded and smiled at her. That was how it went in games. A DPS, Tank and Healer. With some hybrids of those builds here and there.

The big chase finished, the hostage was saved, they returned. All groups were successful and the mood was pretty great there. Hyakin of course took a short breather, logging out for few minutes, asking Emilia to please keep eye on his Avatar; which napped as he left and took his meds and bland food. He drank water, washed his face and went back to bed, putting the VR on and logging back in.

He logged in to some sort of commotion. It angered him; this game did not give him even a moment to acclimate back!

"What now?" He spat out, before he shook himself off and stood up. "Ah, apologies for my foul mood Miss Emilia. I shall be a shield and hold back the enemies!" He stood up proudly.

---

At the frontline things ended up differently than he thought.

"Ow!" He shouted as a reckless mob actually, honest to god bit him. Before he kicked it away, someone got rid of the mob's head. "Ouch!" Another ape appeared, biting into his leg. Shadows consumed this ape.

It was chaotic. Hyakin found himself pushed back, getting a bite here, a swipe of claws there, one even hit his face, leaving a bleeding gash on his head.

It fucking hurt!

"You god-damned apes!" He raged at the disgusting creatures, in the end finding his footing. Feeling angry, embarrassed. He had talked so big and yet ended up pushed almost to the end of the line.

"Stay away from Miss Emilia and others!!" With a yell, he crushed the uncovered brain of the ape that ran past him. "Stay, the fuck, away!" He twirled and bashed another ape to death. He stabbed another, their blood covering his armour.

Rolls

Roll Result
1d6 (1) = 1
Hyakin Heliodoros | Red Fever (3)

Protect
1d100 (49) + 5 + 0 = 54
54 damage +18 +10 (tag) = 82
72x2 = 164
Give @Emilia the Protected status
Guard Arts | Hyakin Heliodoros | 550C5A

(Contribution) Combat Progress: 2,611/????
Camp Support: 4

 

[Magdalyn]

86 / 160

Red Fever (3) - Joy
(-55 HP from Retaliation damage)

Anger continued to pulse like a heartbeat, steady and life-giving. Magdalyn, who rarely allowed rage to dig its talons in like this, relished the white-hot emotion. She leaned into it. She burrowed deeper, and let it consume her. Once more slipping the broken sword from her belt loop, Mags commanded that rage to solidify in the center of her being. The magic moved from her core to her fingertips, then into the hilt, a magnificent ice blade bursting into existence. She paused just long enough to marvel at how the edge caught the sunlight. Then, the woman leapt into the fray.

The ape barreled toward her with a speed that caught Mags by surprise. The creature must have stood at least four feet tall, though with its hunched shoulders, her estimate could be on the low end. And it could move. Immediately, the woman shifted her stance, bending her knees, and shifting into a combat-ready pose. Or, at least, what she assumed would be close to such thing. She was no expert, but the burning need to bring death and destruction gave her little room to worry about it.

As the primate launched itself through the air, balled fists extended like some sort of fuzzy missile, Mags pivoted. Leading with her hips, she raked her blade across the enemy like a pro baseball player swinging for the fences.

And damn it, it felt good.

The monkey's body fell to the scuffed earth, and Magdalyn merely turned her back on it. No remorse, no sadness, not an ounce of pity for the life she had just taken. Instead, a creeping amusement overtook the anger that had powered her system only seconds before.

Before she could stop it, a peel of high pitched laughter bubbled up from somewhere deep within her. It continued as blood from @Hyakin Heliodoros 's kill splashed across her face. "Nice one," she commended, when she finally paused for a breath.

Rolls

Roll Result
1d6 (4) = 4

Magdalyn | Red Fever (3) | 550C5

Steady Attack
6d20 exploding (10 + 10 + 17 + 15 + 10 + 17) + 15 + 15 + 25 + 18 = 152 * 2 = 304
304 damage

Hydromancy | Magdalyn | 550C5A

(Contribution) Combat Progress: 2915/????
Camp Support: 4

Play Sheet Link

 

[Alastair Brass]

85 / 115

Backline Support
Red Fever (3) Sadness
+8 HP to @Asher @Majolica @Madison Freebird
-20 Retal DMG

When they each trailed back, Alastair grimaced at the wounds they had begun to amass. Whatever queasiness he felt at it, he could see more than a few green gills peppered throughout the crowd. The sheer amount of lingering spells and active ones clinging to them all was... bothersome. He tried to soothe some of the worst of them - the same gunwoman he'd healed with a butterfly before. Ah, and the red-painted wall of a man and the same pyromancer who had incinerated his summon before. He hadn't been able to keep an eye on them. Alastair couldn't keep an eye on everyone.

There would be losses. His head throbbed from the blinding signatures his Mana Sight revealed, but it didn't stop him from curling long fingers through the air to pull a few faint souls into service. They alighted on each for only a moment. A little closure to their wounds, enough to barely even notice.

❰ Intervention ❱

It wouldn't be enough to save any of them, he feared. The panic from before had cooled into something slower now. Alastair felt like he was walking through a dense miasma, even when the fighting came to them once more. The caravan didn't have the benefit of the four factions unified now. So many potential healing hands scattered. A call went up, someone already lost.

But even if he couldn't save them from this fool game they played, there were still heroes who acted selflessly and swiftly. He managed to pulled himself above the cloying grip of the strange melancholia. A moment's life raft, and it wasn't even one left out for him to take. The mage wasn't sure of the issue, but it certainly didn't look like @Athena was fit for combat without space to breathe or a few words of emboldening. Was she falling prey to the same sorrow that threatened to drag him down only moments before?

@Harlow, she's too distressed, my good lad. Bring her to the backline, I can keep an eye until she steadies!

Rolls

Heal (AoE)
1d20 (1) + 5 + 0 + 18 = 8 (Total divided by 3)
+8 HP to 3 targets
Summon | Alastair Brass | 550C5A

(Contribution) Combat Progress: 2939/????
Camp Support: 4

Play Sheet Link

 

[Janet Reilly]

160 / 215

Red Fever (3) Anger
(-55 HP from Retaliation damage)

Consumed by irrational fear, Janet had spent the last cycle cowering under a wagon nearby @Ludmilla Orphys like a child. She'd only managed to crawl away on her hands and knees when she'd remembered a set of extra heavy armor she'd seen among the camp supplies and decided right then and there she deserved an upgrade.

Janet didn't want to die. Certainly not at the hands of mundane apes.

The whole situation was outrageous. Janet did not cower. She felt fear like anyone else, of course, but that had never stopped her from rushing head-first into a Black Friday sale to save on home electronics.

"They won't mind if I borrow it," Janet huffed, equipping the body armor slot first. She almost staggered under the weight. Her back already hurt from getting trampled by apes on her way to the storage shed. "If it wasn't allowed, an error should have popped up already." She wasn't an official member of the Lion's Arms, but arms was in the title, wasn't it? What was the point if it didn't arm them properly against ape-related threats?!

Honestly, they owed this to her.

Filled with a smoldering rage that only the deadly cocktail of Red Fever and self-entitlement could give her, Janet kicked open the door of the storage shed. "I've had enough!" she shrilled, raising her voice to a piercingly high pitch. "Where is these monkeys' leader?! I want to... to... decapitate them!"

...A bit violent for Janet, considering she thought this should be a kids' game, but she was in an altered state of mind.

She clanged forward darkly, an orb of bright green energy collecting in front of her left eye. It coalesced into a single brussels sprout, which radiated terrible, S-rank power.

"Apologize!"

She fired the brussels sprout.

Taunting (taunt)

Rolls

Normal Attack
1d100 (79) + 25 + 10 + 18 = 132
132 damage
Nature Magic | Janet Reilly | 550C5A

(Contribution) Combat Progress: 3071/????
Camp Support: 5

Play Sheet Link

 

[Emilia]

80 / 100

Red Fever +3 (Anger)
Damage -20 HP (Retaliation)
Protect (@Hyakin Heliodoros)

"Hey! Watch it!" Emilia snapped as a young knight rushed past her towards the busy frontline, nearly knocking her over in his haste. She had felt strange ever since their return to the camp; she had yet to have a bite to eat, chaulking her unusual agitation up to an upset stomach in need of a well-derserved meal.

With a huff and a roll of her shoulder, she looked to her left, expecting to find @Hyakin Heliodoros, but found his spot empty. "Hyakin?" She turned, searching among the many people filtering past her towards the fighting up ahead. He couldn't have gone far; she had only looked away for a moment!

"H-Hey!" More people rushed past her still frame in the middle of the crowd, brushing and bumping into her with little to no regard. Her annoyance was quickly growing but dulled as sounds of fighting reached her ears. Had the battle already begun?

Emilia clutched her staff. The friendly knight with the blonde hair would probably have reached their destination by now. She didn't have time to stand around.

She quickly spun on her heels and pushed past other standing figures, some seemingly frozen in fear, a feeling of dread settling in the pit of her stomach. Even if this was a game, the level of realism in the screams from monkeys and man alike sent shivers down her spine.

But the carnage unfolding before her was so, so much worse.

Dead and mutilated primates littered the ground, bloodied fighters struggling keeping the rest at bay. In between grunts and primal screeching, a familiar voice among the rest as her emerald eyes caught sight the weapon-wielding blonde, scarlet red adorning his usual blemish-free attire. "Hyakin!" she cried out, grasping her weapon and raising it high. He was hurt – badly.

She could fix this.

Nevus Reah buzzed to life in her hands as the ancient wood began to glow and glyphs formed in the air around its crooked crown. The spell was far more complicated than the one she had used earlier and put a visible strain on the girl's features as she began reciting the words that bound it. "Afflatus So—" An arrow flew past her face before embedding itself in a fast approaching ape, leaving a streak of red in its wake upon her cheek. Emilia flinched, shut her eyes, and forced her spell to completion. "Solace!"

Rolls

Power Heal (Single)
1d100 (70) + 0 + 0 + 18 = 88
+88 HP to 1 target
Gain the Vulnerable state
Divine Magic | Emilia | 550C5A

(Contribution) Combat Progress: 3159/????
Camp Support: 6

Play Sheet Link

 

[Skyswimsky*]

Cycle 6A
The Big Ookening

Spoiler: Mood

The Apes kept coming and coming.
Like an ocean of brain-specked fur, crashing wave after wave against the steadfast warriors that were the Lion Arms. They coordinated, healed, defended, killed, some may have even feasted.

Woah! It's just like whack-a-mole! But with Apes. Pretty fun if you ask me. Hahahaha! Ook Ook Bang! Ahahahaha! (Chad seemed way more joyful than usual....)

Ook... Ook. Ook. Ook. Ook!

(Stupid... Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid!)

But the Lions simply did not falter. As the one or other attentive Lion would notice, the sheer mass of Ape was ever so slowly thinning out. In fact, some even started to just... flee!?

A sign for victory?

Hahahaha! This is indeed, quite fun I must say. Ahem. Keep up your guard, Lions! This sickness is making this just so much better! I... urgh... Tell you what, after this battle is over, we'll be the Lions Pride! Haha...!

(Levi, not sure what to do with all this happiness, was just grinning like an idiot...)

Ook... OOK! OOOOKKKKK!

(Stupid... STUPID! STUUPPPIIDDD!!!!!)

YES! YES!! YES!!! KYAHAHAHA! YOU MESSED WITH THE WRONG GAL, SUCKERS. I WONDER, HOW MUCH CAN A MONKEY BLEED?

(Misha didn't seem quite herself as she was dancing over the battlefield, covered in blood as she was without glasses and had various blue-glowing runes covering her body)

What? Are you running away? TRY ALL YOU LIKE, THERE IS NO ESCAPE! I. WILL. END YOU ALL. VICTORY DRAWS NEAR! LET NONE SURVIVE! SMASH THEIR SKULLS! RUPTURE THEIR ORGANS! BARE YOUR FANGS AND SHOW THEM TRUE FEAR!

The Lions morale just kept going and going! A great display of offense and defense, and the healers did a phenomenal job keeping everybody alive.

Victory seemed short-lived however...

EEK. EEK. ! Eek eek ook. Eek ook. Ook. EEEEEEEEKKKKKK!!! OOK OOK EEK!

(Enough. Is. Enough. Intruders must be tired. So, now, I WILL END THEM! OOK OOK EEK!)

A shilling roar cut through the battlefield, followed by powerful fists pounding on its manly chest. A classical monkey move.

EEK OOK EEK!

(YOU MAY RUN!)

The sky darkened, as the Lions noticed a giant in the sky blocking out the sun. The forest behind him howling, as multiple trees fell through the sheer force of its jump. His ooks, more powerful than any other ooks the Lions had heard before.

With speed and precision not to be expected from his big frame, he came crashing down like a meteor. Blowing away @Hanno Futaba and @Janet Reilly on its landing, before once again giving off its terrifying noises as he beat on his chest.

OOK EEK OOK!

(BUT I'LL STILL CATCH YOU!)

---

Spoiler: Mood

Muscles.
Hair.
Brain.
Glass Jar.
A true beauty to behold.
...

"Ook...." A low sounding death threat came from between its teeth, his shit eating grin and victorious mime taunting his enemies, and inspiring his allies.

"Ook Ook..." He spoke, as electricity seemed to spark between his gigantic brain and the protective glass wear around it.

"Ook Eek..." Suddenly, the earth beneath the lions was shaking once more, as trees, rocks, and debris started to float into the air alike; more zaps on his brain.

Muscles that made Zeus jealous.
A brain to become psychic.
An Ape mistaken for a monkey.

This was their enemy.
The uncrowned King of this Region.
The Apex Predator of the Jungle-tops.
And, with one last, soul-freezing sound, he challenged the Lions to battle.

"Ook Ook Eek"​

How High Can You Go?	Total Damage
Back to the Jungle	2000 | Banana Peel!
High To The Sky	3000 | Banana!!
To The Moon	5000 | Banana Slammer!!!
And Beyond The Stars	8000 | Not gonna happen.

 

[Skyswimsky*]

Cycle 6A
Mechanics

• IMPORTANT: Regardless of when you join, your Red Fever stack must be (4) this cycle. See Asch's post for more information about the Red Fever side effects.
• Thread Code: 550C6A
• All rolls must be done in the #red-fever-rolls channel.
• Beat up the Boss Ape and get him to the Moon!?
  • Higher damage number will unlock more banner items
• At the moment of posting, refresh and look at the last relevant post to your chosen Task and update the total counts accordingly. All counts are going UP.

Step-by-Step

1. Read the instruction below carefully!
2. Make sure to check the described mechanics listed.
3. Write your post using the posting template provided!
4. At the moment of posting, refresh and look at the last post before yours and update the total counts accordingly.

The Big Oekning
The Counter-Reckless

Finally! The time has come! The biggest and meanest of the Reckless Ape has made his appearance. His name? Nobody knows. Not only could his grasp easily crush you, but he got psychic powers, too! Throwing rocks, trees and wagons alike. The few apes still by his side are more of a distraction now, however.

The Ape menace seems to be nearly over! All that is left is the big guy at the end. After what felt like an eternity, he might as well just be a big punching bag! Luckily for you, you feel enchanted by a mysterious power! Misha doesn't seem to be quite herself...

• Last Cycle's Combat has been filled to 3159/4000!
  • Meaning 841 are left...
• 6 stacks of Camp Support!
  • Every Player recovers 60 HP!
• Damage: Every player would take 20 HP damage from the Boss Apes entry.
  • @Hanno Futaba and @Janet Reilly take 50 damage each from Taunting the Boss Ape, who smacked them out of the way upon arrival.

Battle the Boss Ape
The Reckless Apes just keep coming and coming. This time, they are more aggressive than ever!

• All combat actions are permitted EXCEPT Armor Abilities.
  • Additionally, you feel strangely inspired, allowing you to use the special reckless attack action whether or not you have it on your playsheet. Only change the name part of the code and add the damage bonus if they apply before the # ?r reckless C C # Secret Lion's Arms - Novice | [B]Name [/B]| 550C6A, any additional bonuses may still be added, including Bonus 1 and Bonus 2. Remember that you get the vulnerable state!
• Bonus 1: Tag and include any other player to gain a +10 bonus to your roll!
• Bonus 2: Camp Support grants you an additional +30 to your roll!
• Damage: Regardless of what action you perform in combat, take 10 retaliation damage, the moment you post and record it within the [status*] BBcode.
  • If you are vulnerable, double that damage amount.
  • All reductions apply if applicable.
• (Contribution) Combat Progress:
  • Add your attack damage to the Combat Progress.
  • (Contribution) Boss Fight: 0000 count UP!
  • The number will be compared to the achievement chart in the narration post.
  • The Apes are still Reckless, so double your final result!

Team Damage:

• There is so much damage being exchanged between the Lions and the Apes that sometimes there may be some friendly fire and crossfire exchanges. This damage will really be felt by the end of the cycle if Lions don't work together to cover for one another.
• Team Damage: 841/841
• You may CHOOSE to take ANY AMOUNT of additional damage on top of the retaliation damage to cover for your teammate and they, for you.
• This damage CANNOT be reduced by any mean other than covering for one another during the cycle.
• This tally needs to go DOWN
• By the end of the cycle, any amount of damage will target a random players and will consume their leftover HP before moving onto another player. Battle casualty, you know how it is...

Spoiler: Post Template

[hp=current]max[/hp]
[status]
Red Fever (4)
(-10 HP from Retaliation damage)
[/status]

Post here

[action]
Bot result here
[/action]
(Contribution) Boss Fight: XXXX/8000
Team Damage: 841/841

Play Sheet Link

 

[Bradwynne]

101 / 180

Red Fever (4): Disgust
+60 from Camp Support
-10 HP from Retaliation Damage
-141 HP subtracted from Team Damage
+100 from self heal

As the medical facility that he had erected had been doing greatly, Bradwynne was greatly satisfied at that was currently happening. But little by little, those revolting images of those apes with exposed brains was making him gag with sheer disgust. How the hell did those apes managed to stay alive with that anatomy was beyond his rational line of thought. Especially when some of those brains seemed to have been infested with flies, maggots, and the like. Even when he was watching from afar, he could not take such scenery as he then retched at a corner not far from the infirmary.

But as he was retching, a gigantic figure jumped from out of nowhere, and he then saw his comrades @Hanno Futaba and @Janet Reilly tumbling down after being swatted by that giant of an ape. As he saw that exposed brain again, even if it was covered by a glass jar, Bradwynne felt revolted again. But not at the ape. Bradwynne was revolted about himself. Seeing his comrades come down from that impact reminded him of that fateful day when he had heard the deaths of his comrades Ivàn Carl and Corvella. He was disgusted at himself for not being of any help to those two when it mattered the most, and should it repeat again to the two more people that he loved? While he was just here, retching?

As the ape's fist started going down on those two, Bradwynne's body then moved without any thought behind it, and then, as his body then glowed as he transformed into an angel, he then had both of his arms meet that of the ape's to receive the incoming attack. As sparks then ensued from this struggle, and as Bradwynne's arms got broken and repaired within seconds, he then shouted in a furious manner, "YOU DISGUSTING ROTTEN-HEADED APES, DON'T YOU DARE HURT MY FRIENDS EVER AGAIN!"

Rolls

Heal (Single)
1d20 (20) + 25 + 15 + 10 + 30 = 100
+100 HP to 1 target (@Bradwynne)
Divine Magic | Bradwynne | 550C6A

(Contribution) Boss Fight: 0
Team Damage: 700/841
Play Sheet Link

 

[Cleo Looker]

90 / 160

Red Fever (4) | Anger
(-20 HP from Vulnerable Retaliation damage, lessened to -10HP due to protection from @Hanno Futaba )
(-60 HP from Team Damage)

How the hell were things just getting worse!? What was this big thing that had show up, more muscular than some cartoon characters or male superheroes? Like, the ones that were drawn by artists that had no idea how anatomy worked! It was so ugly and hideous, she wanted it to be out of her sight as quickly and with as much pain as she could possibly make happen.

How dare this thing be alive and threatening her fellow players!?

Her lips drew back in a wordless snarl, manifesting behind her were many identical spears, each of which hummed and pulsed with a red arcane energy that seemed eager to lash out. Her rage causing the copies she was producing to give off something of a bloodthirsty aura. Seeing @Hanno Futaba and @Janet Reilly being hit by the big thing, she'd decided that she'd had enough.

Everybody watch yourselves because I'm not picking my shots carefully anymore!

If the apes wanted to keep coming and even bring their biggest and baddest, then as a jerk of her arm commenced this ceaseless barrage of crimson spears, she decided that it was time to become something more than just a simple soldier.

This time, she would be war...

Rolls

Roll Result
1d6 (1) = 1
Cleo Looker | Red Fever (4) | 550C6 (1-2: Anger, 3: Sadness, 4: Joy, 5: Fear, 6: Disgust)

Reckless Attack
2d100 (75 + 38) + 20 + 10 + 10 + 30 = 183 *2 = 366
366 damage
Gain the Vulnerable state
Ranged Weapons | Cleo Looker | 550C6A

(Contribution) Boss Fight: 366/8000
Team Damage: 640/841

Play Sheet Link

 

[Sean Poteitoku]

70 / 160

Red Fever (4) Sadness
(+20 HP from Bradwynne's Heal)
(+60 HP from Camp Support)
(-20 HP from Retaliation damage (Vulnerable))
(-60 HP from Team Damage)

Sean tried his best to steady his blade. He could hear his own insecurities in his head yelling at him that he's been performing poorly today. He felt like he could do so much better if he could just grab control of his emotions...

But he couldn't. A few tears started to roll down his face as he noticed the shouting from @Bradwynne, reminding him of what he must do. He jumped onto a tree and launched himself at the head ape, his blade thankfully still capable of catching fire. As he approached the looming threat, he channeled the sinking feeling he felt to shout at the ape.

"I'LL FIGHT TO THE END!" Sean was met by a large rock being used as a projectile, which he smashed through with pure momentum. He was slowed down considerably by the interception, but didn't stop as he sliced at the ape. Sighing when he realized he once again was performing poorly, he backed off and went to the backline.

Rolls

Roll Result
1d6 (3) = 3
Sean Poteitoku | Red Fever (4) | 550C6 (1-2: Anger, 3: Sadness, 4: Joy, 5: Fear, 6: Disgust)
Critical Attack
2d100 (Advantage) (39, 11) + 25 + 15 + 25 + 10 + 30 = 144
288 damage (144 x2)
Gain the Vulnerable state
Slash Weapons | Sean Poteitoku | 550C6A

(Contribution) Boss Fight: 654/8000
Team Damage: 580/841

Play Sheet Link

 

[Hanno Futaba]

49 / 275

Red Fever (4) - Joy
(-50 HP from Monke)
(-20 HP from Retaliation)
(+60 HP from Camp)
(-119 HP Retaliation Damage)

With the incoming monkey thrasing everything and sending Hanno and his tanking buddy away with a powerful blow, Hanno shook his head and suddenly all of his anger...

Was gone.

Getting on his feet, Hanno held his shield that came back to him spinning like the Beyblade it was being, beaming excitedly. "Come on guys! We need to fight back these apes, no matter how big or how small, no matter how crazy or how-- WHATEVER LET'S GO!" He beamed to @Bradwynne, running alongside with @Sean Poteitoku, swinging his blows with punches and kicks knocking apes everywhere.

Whenever an ape trying to go past him to attack @Cleo Looker, @Vina Skysong and others from the backline, Hanno threw himself shove against it, giving them time to protect themselves. "No touching my mission and my healing buddies! Wooo hoooo!" He exclaimed flamboyantly, spinning to make a kick that formed an arc, hitting many reckless monkeys at the same time.

Meanwhile, his shield eventually slipped from his hand, moving closer to @Janet Reilly, raising its shape and turning to look at her, blinking its giant eye twice before slapping a monkey away with its dissonant tentacle. It was saying 'Hi again!'

Rolls

Ultra Protect
1d100 (83) + 25 + 15 = 123
(123 damage + 10 tagging + 30 camp) * 2 = 326
Protecting @Cleo Looker, @Vina Skysong and @Janet Reilly (Ghast is protecting Janet)
Guard Arts | Hanno Futaba | 550C6A

(Contribution) Boss Fight: 980/8000
Team Damage: 460/841

Play Sheet

 

[Madison Mortiere]

80 / 160

Red Fever (4) - Anger
(+27 HP previous round heals)
(+60 HP camp heal)
(-20 HP from Retaliation damage for special action)
(-60 HP from Team Damage

The celebrations were happening a little too early for Madison's tastes.

Maybe she remembered the absolute hell that happened during both the Titanius battle and the fight with the interdimensional demon children who saw the concept of the seven deadly sins and thought, "oh, those are neat things to fashion our entire identities around!"--when the moment they got complacent, that's when life put on its size 26s and absolutely kicked everyone's shit in.

"Save your stupid fucking catchphrases until after we've secured the camp, you assholes!" The raven was especially disappointed with the Lion Arms leadership. Capable enough fighters they may be; they were taking being overrun by apes with their brains all hanging out with a bit more joie de vivre than she expected anyone facing down a bloodthirsty horde of marauding apes would.

And then the big banana showed up.

And the cries on par with of "I fight for my friends!" rose into the sky.

And Madison wondered, for a brief moment, if it were too late to bail and assist one of the other factions in hopes that they were taking their tasks a little more seriously.

"Hey tin can!" Madison snapped at @Hanno Futaba as she reloaded her revolvers while the ape in charge (she could tell this not by his sheer size; but the fact that his brain was actually protected) charged the Lions. "Keep him away from me!"

Deadeye scanned the monstrous beast for weak points. The red aura coalesced into glowing red dots, focusing on various parts of his body. Elbows. Knees. Throat. The unmentionables. The pulsating pink glob of thought-gelatin rattling around in its glass dome. Madison raised her revolvers, focused on those little red dots screaming bright in her vision, and fired.

She fired until the hammers fell on empty cylinders. Then she tore her rifle from her shoulder and fired some more.

Rolls

Roll Result
1d6 (1) = 1
Madison Freebird | Red Fever (4) | 550C6 (1-2: Anger, 3: Sadness, 4: Joy, 5: Fear, 6: Disgust)

Burst Attack
16d20 exploding (8 + 10 + 3 + 1 + 3 + 19 + 18 + 20 + 4 + 15 + 16 + 19 + 16 + 1 + 16 + 6 + 18) + 15 + 10 + 30 = 248
248 damage (Explosions: 1), doubled to 496
Gain the Vulnerable state
Ranged Weapons | Madison Freebird | 500C6A

(Contribution) Boss Fight: 1476/8000
Team Damage: 400/841

 

[Siliya]

30 / 100

+36 HP from @Vina Skysong
+60 HP from Camp Support
Vulnerable
-10 20 from Retaliation Damage
-50 from taking one for the team
Red Fever (4)

A snarl of disgust made its way across Siliya's face as she watched the giant ape throw its weight around. These overgrown monkeys had the gall to ruin her day, so now she was going to ruin theirs right back. As she listened to @Vina Skysong's melody, Siliya felt oddly charged. Like she had spent the entire time holding herself back.

She rose up, gathering shadows from all around her. In her hands formed a large black halberd, its edge gleaming with violent intent and bits of shadow dropping off from it. It was always a type of weapon she fancied. Long reach, great power, versatility, and of course it looked really cool. It was almost too good to use against the apes. Almost. She didn't really know how to use the thing, but with enough raw power and courage... All she needed as a good strike and it would carve deeply into flesh and bone alike.

Rolls

Roll Result
1d6 (6) = 6

Siliya | Red Fever (4) | 550C6A (1-2: Anger, 3: Sadness, 4: Joy, 5: Fear, 6: Disgust)

Reckless Attack
2d100 (56 + 31) + 10 + 10 + 40 = 147
147 damage * 2 = 294 damage
Gain the Vulnerable state
Secret Lion's Arms - Novice | [B]Siliya[/B]| 550C6A

(Contribution) Boss Fight: 1770/8000
Team Damage: 350/841

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[Asher]

06 / 100

Red Fever (4) // Fear
+20 from Bradwynne healing (34 > 54)
+36 from Vina healing (54 > 90)
+08 from Alastair healing (90 > 98)
+60 from DM update (98 > 100)
-20 from Retaliation Damage (100 > 80)
-79 from covering allies (80 > 01)
+5 from regeneration (01 > 06)

The air is thick with the scent of blood, the cry of battle, and a tingle of fear.

Perhaps the fear was just his own for when the leader of these damned Apes appeared, Asher found the joy that had warmed his soul having abated. Instead, he was left adrift, his high nullified, the rankle of what he was doing here, what they were doing here, sitting front and center before him. The carnage around him, the flesh and fur that coated his knuckles, the smears of blood and viscera that covered his exposed flesh; it was a lot.

He takes another step back, swallowing hard, his breathing labored. The area is heavy with humidity and sweat coats him like a second layer of skin. He is clammy and fatigue pulls at the back of his mind, making his chest constrict with every puffed exhale. His leg bumps into the still kneeling figure of @Athena and he chances a glance down and then over, his eyes locking with @Harlow. He didn't know either of them well, but he considered them allies nonetheless, people worth protecting. They didn't deserve to be stuck here because of some stupid apes getting the jump on all of them.

Steeling himself takes a measure of effort that he's never had to expend before. He has always been pedal to the floor, all cylinders on, flying at high speeds and holding on by the seat of his pants. He digs deep for that feelings and nurtures it, coaxing it forward against everything his more logical brain is telling him to do: run, escape, hide, flee, live to fight another day.

But it meant nothing if he lived and others dies.

"O-Okay," he says to them both, even though he doesn't, at the moment, understand why he's saying anything at all. The time was for action, not conversation. "One last h-hurrah? Beat these a-apes to a pulp, right?"

Rolls

Roll Result
1d6 (5) = 5
Asher | Red Fever (4) | 550C6

Reckless Attack
2d100 (87 + 94) +10 + 10 = 201 + 40 =241
241 damage
Gain the Vulnerable state
Secret Lion's Arms - Novice | [B]Asher [/B]| 550C6A

241 x 2 = 482

(Contribution) Boss Fight: 2252 / 8000
Team Damage: 271 / 841
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[Matilda]

64 / 145

Red Fever (4) Fear
+8 from alistair
+60 from mechanic
-20 from retal
-25 from exceed

Seeing what she would describe as the ape champion approaching, Majolica knew what she had to do.

I have to go all out, hehe. I have to pour every ounce of my power into this attack. I have to make up for being gone! it's time to reveal myself!

Unnatural fear gripped the Grand Witch. What if she died? What if no one remembered her? What if no one cared that she was there? Suddenly, Majolica saw two of her old friends get hit by a massive attack.

No! Who cares if they don't see me, hehe. Who cares if they don't remember me. I'm going to do my best no matter what!

Rushing to the highest point she could, Majolica would shout out. @Bradwynne @Sean Poteitoku @Hanno Futaba @Janet Reilly (@any other former witch ops members in the thread)

"HEHEHEHE! FOR FOUR YEARS I WAITED, FOR FOUR YEARS I WONDERED WHERE ALL MY FRIENDS WERE! FOR FOUR YEARS I COULDN'T HELP YOU, BUT NOW AFTER ALL THIS TIME, I REFUSE TO LET YOU FIGHT ALONE! ALL OF YOU HAVE GROWN SO STRONG, HEHE. I'M VERY PROUD, BUT THIS TIME, LET ME DO SOMETHING TO HELP YOU!"

Majolica channeled her magic, her very lifeforce drained away into her spell.

This might very well kill me, hehe. But so what? If it saves them, then it's fine hehe.

"ONE MORE TIME, HEHE! ONE LAST TIME! FOR CORVELLA, FOR IVAN, FOR ASHIORE! WITCH OPS, ASSEMBLE!"

It would be the final fight of the legendary group of friends, the witch ops. What would happen after was anyone's guess. The Witch Ops had, had their run and now it was time for something new to take their place. Still, as Majolica always said, the bonds formed within the group could never be broken.

I'm scared, but I have to keep going, hehe!

The little witch began singing as the magic she wielded exploded into the ape champion.

"Majolica is a witch and a witch is what she issss
This means ah-that and that means ah-thisissss
Frogs are fun, but not when they croak!
You better believe that THIS IS NOT A JOKE!
Majo-li-ca Majo-li-ca Majo-li-ca ca ahhhh...
Majo-li-ca Majo-li-ca Majo-li-ca ca ahhhh..."

Rolls

Roll Result
1d6 (5) = 5

Majolica | Red Fever (4) | 550C6

Reckless Attack
2d100 (15 + 66) + 25 + 20 + 25 + 40 + 30 = 221 * 2 = 442
442 damage
Gain the Vulnerable state
Lose 25 HP from Exceed
Corrupt | Majolica | 550C6A | Exceed 25

(Contribution) Boss Fight: 2694/8000
Team Damage: 271/841

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[Fina Drago]

20 / 140

Red Fever (4) / sadness
+60 HP from Camp support (140 HP)
-20 HP from retalliation (120 HP)
-100 HP from Team Damage contribution (20 HP)

Helping with the barricade ended up being a pretty good idea in the end. None of the apes could get through, and more members of the resistance could get a bit of a breather before rejoining the fray. Even Fina felt rather refreshed when it all allowed for supplies to be distributed between everyone. They were much needed, considering what was coming.

Just as the giant opponent landed in front of the barricade, something changed in the feline once again. From anger to disgust… and now into sadness. Looking at the beast, the way it smashed everything around it… and all the other apes that ran toward their death, it filled the girl with an unexpected amount of sadness. "Why would they run to their death like that..? Isn't life precious? Even if you're just ones and zeros… or do you not have the ability to value yourselves?"

The girl muttered to herself as she slowly walked toward the front lines, suddenly stopping as she looked over at @Majolica. So much raw power and conviction being put on display, it was strange. She looked like she would keel over at any moment, too. Why would she do something so sad? Fina looked back at the giant ape again as a spear materialized in her hand. "Ah, perhaps that's it… if you cannot recognize the value of your own life… then there might not be any meaning to it. So sad… it's fine. I'll help you end it. From ones and zeros… to null."

Gripping the weapon tight, every muscle in her artificial body would suddenly scream out in pain as they were pushed to the extreme, the girl charging forward with the spear held in front of her. It would impale any and all monkeys that would get in the way without mercy until she reached the titan among them, causing her to stop hard in her tracks and transfer that momentum into countless straight jabs, each bearing as much power as the girl could put into them. They were ending this conflict here and now.

Rolls

Roll Result
1d6 (3) = 3
Fina Drago | Red Fever (4) | 550C6

Burst Attack
12d20 exploding (8 + 2 + 3 + 12 + 15 + 13 + 13 + 7 + 12 + 14 + 20 + 9 + 7) + 30 + 10 = 175 * 2 = 350
350 damage (Explosions: 1)
Gain the Vulnerable state
Pierce Weapons | Fina Drago | 550C6A

(Contribution) Boss Fight: 3 044 / 8 000
Team Damage: 171 / 841

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[Seto Kurama]

The Pantone Demon

100 / 190

Faction: None Affiliated
Task: Frontline Combat
Red Fever (4) - ANGER
(-10 HP from Retaliation damage)
State: Vulnerable

He wasn't sure what triggered it but after fighting these dam apes for so long, he found his anger soaring to a unprecedent level, especially when their so called "king" suddenly appeared and nearly wiped out @Hanno Futaba and @Janet Reilly. Combine with the fact the rest were either severely wounded or dying, he had enough of this bullshit, he was going to end this right here, right now with one blow and he knew just the trick. He only hoped this final attack buy enough time for the others to get to safety and or get healed, If not, this would likely be their grave.

That said, in order to prevent any accidental death's on his part, he needed the most critically wounded out of the firing range so in a radical fashion, he twisted and turned his head for a healer in all direction until his eyes met @Vina Skysong's. Not wasting any time, he immediately roared at her in a monstrous tone.

VINA! DO ME A FAVOR AND HEAL THE MOST CRITICALLY WOUNDED! I'M ENDING THIS NOW!

Snapping his attention to his fellow survivors whom were still on their feet,(@Sean Poteitoku, @Bradwynne, @Emilia, @Janet Reilly, @Alastair Brass, @Magdalyn, @Hyakin Heliodoros, @Fina Drago, @Harlow, @Majolica, @Athena, @Vina Skysong, @Siliya, @Madison Freebird, @Cleo Looker, @Asher,@Ludmilla Orphys), he immediately made a hand gesture pointing to the walls behind them before roaring at them as well.

EVERYONE, TAKE COVER NOW!

Having given them his warning, he immediately teleported himself via his mastery of dynamism to the top of the camp's walls and closed his eyes, mustering all the energy he could from his body without further risking his heath. When he finally found himself nearly overflowing with magical energy a near minute later, both his eyes and body engulfed in a a faint, golden aura of electrical, he was ready. He aimed the palm of his right hand at the king of apes.

❰ Raijin Blast ❱

Upon activation, a massive white, ritualistic like circle suddenly appeared overneath the Ape King. What followed next however was a immense beam of electricity that came firing down from the sky, strafing the Ape King and everything below him.

Rolls

Roll Result
1d6 (1) = 1
Seto Kurama | Red Fever (4) | 550C6A

Critical Attack
2d100 (Advantage) (51, 91) + 25 + 15 + 30 + 40 = 603 (Crit!)
603 damage
Gain the Vulnerable state
Dynamism | Seto Kurama | 550C6A

Monkeh Brain(vulnerable apes) x 2 =1206
Total = 1,206
(Yes really)

(Contribution) Boss Fight: 4,256/8000
Team Damage: 126 / 841
(tanking 45)

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[Magdalyn]

76 / 160

Red Fever (4) Anger
(+60 HP from support)
(-20 HP from Vulnerable Retaliation damage)
(-50 HP from team damage tanking)

Were Magdalyn more aware, she might wonder how joy could turn to anger so suddenly. She might ask herself where the rage came from, or how it could consume her more completely than any emotion she’d felt before. But Magdalyn wasn’t aware. Something had corrupted her, leaving behind a cup filled to overflowing with raw, rich fury. And rather than questioning the hatred, she embraced it.

The ice blade she had been so proud of moments before melted into a puddle at her feet. In its place rose a pillar of red-hot fire, snapping and crackling like a caged beast. Magdalyn swung it once, twice, relishing in the heat that rolled off of her new weapon. She liked the way it sent beads of sweat prickling along her brow.

Launching herself at the monkey king, Mags raked her blade across the creature’s leg. The pungent stench of charred hair rose around her, but the woman hardly noticed. Instead, she moved into yet another attack, stringing the moves together like some violent, bloody yoga flow.

She might have continued on like that forever, rage pumping like blood, and powering each ripple of her muscled arms as she hacked and slashed. But the sudden wing of a bullet by her ear sent the swordswoman stumbling backward. Magdalyn’s cheeks burned crimson as she whirled on @Madison Freebird. “Watch it!” she barked, jabbing her makeshift lightsaber in the other woman’s direction. She mumbled to herself as she turned back to her prey. “Godsdamned ranged users.”

A sudden declaration from behind her sent Mags scrambling back once more. The sky above the ape seemed to open, and a blinding blast of brilliant blue light burst from its center. Momentarily dazed, she ducked her head, and shielded her eyes with her arm. Only when the blue hue faded did she cry out, this time with far more gusto. “GODSDAMNED RANGED USERS!”

Rolls

Roll Result
1d6 (1) = 1
Magdalyn | Red Fever (4) | 550C6

Burst Attack
16d20 exploding (7 + 15 + 14 + 19 + 5 + 2 + 11 + 7 + 7 + 12 + 13 + 3 + 9 + 3 + 4 + 13) + 25 + 10 + 30 = 209 * 2 = 418
418 damage (Explosions: 0)
Gain the Vulnerable state
Weapon Arts | Magdalyn | 550C6A

(Contribution) Boss Fight: 4674/8000
Team Damage: 76/841

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[Harlow]

143 / 195

Red Fever (4) - Disgust
(+60 from Camp Support)
(-10 HP from Retaliation damage)

"Wilco. Over." Harlow nodded to @Alastair Brass, wondering only momentarily how the fellow knew his name, before realizing the obvious answer. Before the Magia could convey a second message, or make any moves to comply with the wise suggestion, the colossal ape's introductory roar interrupted all action and thought. The inspiring cry carried fallen foes to their feet, reinvigorating them with reckless fury.

Harlow was unwilling to underestimate the sizeable beast's power as it catapulted itself into combat. The creature, willing to lay down its life in the assault of its invaders, willing to give everything in defense of its people. This was an honorable fight. This beast deserved respect. They all did. Harlow glanced towards @Asher, who seemed hesitant.

"Careful." He wanted to warn this ally on multiple fronts; to keep his ego in check, and to keep focused. Of course, past his auto-translation, the complex caution came out in a single word. Despite the pulp-beating part, @Asher was right. This seemed to be the final curtain of their conflict. With the MIT hard at work nearby, and the Explorers and Adventurers still deep in the jungle, support couldn't be far off.

…

Disgust, sibling of anger, manifests itself in a number of ways. Across the bloody tapestry of warfare, disgust found many homes. Piles of the dead, splattering of meat, mush, and a gluttony of flies. Saliva spat from clenched teeth. The squelch of weapons impacting bodies. The dirt and disease buried beneath the trenches. Plentiful would be the nightly feasts of rats and maggots.

Strangely, it was none of these things that churned Harlow's stomach. Not when he heard laughter amidst the breaking of bone. He heard mockery and insults and cries of joy. An angel rose before the giant defender, screaming hideous, inglorious hatred. Even Chad, Levi, and Misha, officials of the Lion Arms, partook in this putrid revelry. As he stared across the battlefield, he found himself more repulsed by friend than foe. For Harlow, disgust became judgment.

Terrible lightning fell upon the great ape. Ripples of it ran like roots ripped up from the dirt towards Harlow. He watched it cry in agony. He watched the smiles. Hideous. Dishonor. Proud, but these were no lions. He stood among apes. Harlow glanced back towards @Athena. "It will end soon. Over." He could only hope, standing in defense of her, but refusing to endanger himself to protect anyone else.

Rolls

Protect
1d100 (17) + 15 + 5 + 15 + 30 = 82 (+10) (*2)
184 damage
Give @Athena Protected status
Hyper Sense | Harlow | 550C6A

(Contribution) Boss Fight: 4858/8000
Team Damage: 76/841

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[Trinity]

Red Fever: Reckless Apes

60 / 125

Red Fever (4) Joy x 10
-30 Emotional Overload Damage
-25 Soak Damage
-10 HP from Retaliation Damage

Monkeys, apes, unga bunga goodness!

Finally, yes, stuff was just getting funnier and better as this raid or whatever went on. NOW THOUGH, this was what Sarina was waiting for. Something to hit, and hit, and HIT! FUCKING SWEET!!1

"HEY! YEAH YOU MOJO JOJO BOOTLEG!! YEAH YOU BANANA-EATING MOON BOY! HAHAHA!! IMMA GO DONKEY KONG ON YOUR ASS!! GET FRIGGIN BENT!!!!

Looks like everyone was having fun without her! No way jose, time to dip... then double dip! Spinning her battle rod she rushed in. The Red Fever blinking earnestly trying to tell her she was screwed, but nah! The power of positive thought only made her stronger! This was a BUFF if anything!

"WHOOO, TIME FOR SOME BEGINNERS LUCK!!

Sarnia rapidly struck at the ape with absolutely no skill or finesse, almost being turned to dust by @Seto Kurama's Bahamut beam thing. But hey it was fun as hell and that's why she was here! No matter how foggy her mind got, her sheer determination kept up and she remained aware of those around her. If anyone would get hit, let it be her. She wanted everything this fight had!

Rolls

Steady Attack
6d20 exploding (16 + 11 + 7 + 14 + 10 + 18) + 0 + 0 + 10 + 30 = 116
116 damage (Explosions: 0)
Guard Arts | Sarina Knights | 550C6A

(Contribution) Boss Fight: 4974/8000
Team Damage: 841/841
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