Complete 18+ Main Story (S4 Finale) DRAGON.end - Phase 1

Erick Stryker · Feb 11, 2023

180 / 180

Stared too long into the Abyss...
and it stared back.
Protected by Ludmilla Orphys
+52 HP from Kyanna Wynne

For a moment, the smiling girl looked back at him unassuming. It was the woman he knew as Wendel, and yet, it wasn't. She wasn't speaking in the cryptic fashion that her other "self" did, and for some reason, she also did not seem like something from another reality. Not quite, anyway. Part of him questioned whether she was or was not the same, or if she was something else conjured by his fractured future sight. None of his questions would be answered. The girl looked frantic a moment later as she called out his name.

Erick t-

He could feel her reaching out, though their hands were clasped together, like she was being torn away from him; and yet here she was, the Wendel he knew, still holding his hand.

N̴͇̳̘̱̼̠̠̪̖̻̩̘̻̗͆͑̌͐o̷̝̼̞̗͔͚͖̞̜͋̕

"Wendel, I- aghhhh!!!"

The youth doubled over in agony, clutching his head with his free hand, the other tightening around Magi's in a vicegrip. His knuckles went white as blood dripped from his eyes, his nostrils, his ears, a corruptive force stretching out through the bond she had made, her grip like a shackle from which he could not be free, let alone her other face. His heart rate quickened, his mind raced, a hundred realities no longer racing past, but bleeding together. The whites of his eyes were stained black, yellow irises frantically, desperately searching the world around him and finding only insane, warped renditions of everything he knew, and everything he did not.

"I can't-"

He was practically sobbing, choking, tears unbidden that burned like acid spilling from his eyes, though his vision was cursed to remain perfect. He was damned to watch it all unfold. "I promised that I would s̷̹̮͔͙̓͊̀͌̍̈́̂̚͠a̸͔͕̹͖͉̜͕̣̳̟̳̝͂̏̊̏͋̒̀̾̆̋̚͝v̵̨̤̥͕̮̜͙̩̠̭̣̭̄͊͜ȩ̴̡̛͓̥̼͙̩̪̬̘̗̮̀͌̃̓͗ͅ ̷̺̥̫̻͋̋t̴̤̱͖͇̩̱̝̞̻̠̯͐̈́̈́̊̍̊͝͝h̴̢̛͔̩̦͕̯̞̊͘ê̵̡̜̮̘̲̭̤̭̥̦͖̪̺͜͝m̷̧̠̟̩̓̿̊̍̔̿̌̎͂́̚̚͘͠" His hand fell over his mouth as if trying to stifle vomit as the wretched sounds escaped him, more blood spewing out, quickly turning to a tarry black ichor that leaked out as he turned in horror to gaze at the woman who let go his hand to make a heart shape and proclaim him a Knight.

The light that flooded from his back stretched out into the aether, but as though a needle had plunged into it like a vein, inky black began to fan out, revealing where the ends tied into this reality and thousands of others. The contagion had spread far beyond containment.

N̸̢̠̟̜̜̮̲̼̓̊̎͊́̊́̍̓̿͝͠͝͝o̸̢̩̗̺̗̟̙̱͕̬͓͊̈́̈̍͘͜.̴͓̤̮̼̯̭͂̂̍̃̔̚͜͝.̶̡̨̠̘̙͇̲̬̭̺̭̫͈̤̆͛̈́̎̒̆͠ͅ.̴̧̧̨̳͉̥͍̜̫͇̲͖͙̘͂͛̈̓͗͐͑̈́̏͜͝ ̶̧̧̨̨̢͙͉̪͍̞͚̝͑̄̔̆͜͝ͅŅ̷͓̣͇̠͚̮͚͍̟͇̫͙̉͌̈́̓O̸̫͕͇̩̰̳̘̠̼̮̟̻͍͈͒̐!̶̡̛̲̘̣̗̾̈́͐̍̾̓͂̂̍̑͂ ̸̰̲̤̠̬̣̺̲͖̂̆̍́̐̓̾̇̎̀̚ͅN̸̢̺̺͇̣͎͎͎̲̳̞̩̯̣͊̂̆̈̈́̓͒̒̀͘͝͝o̶̡̹̮̭̗̮̺̻͔̲̺̩̙̓̅͆̿̋̈́̈́̃͂̿̈̈̋̚͜t̶̡̻̣̘̙̲̺̹̜̬̉̅͐͊̽̈́͌̚͘ͅ ̷̧̧̖̥̭͖̬͖̠̪̽̉̐̈̈́̎̽͆͋̑̏̕͘͠ͅl̸̢͕̲͙͈̻̳͍̥̝͒̚͜i̵̛̛͎͙͔̙̳̽̎͛̀̌͗̄̒̾͂̈́̏k̵͖̺̱̫͖̜̬̪̩̦̝̭̪͑͜͜è̷̼̭͚̞̮̙̝̥̤ͅ ̸̡̯̼̬̬̼̰̺̻̱͖͍̻͔͑̅͐̕͜ť̵̢̛͈̬̮̙̮̳̔͋̊̈ḥ̶̩̫̥͔͇͔̞̹͎̪̅́̈͜͝i̵̠͓̭̜̤̦͊͗̓̊̉̇̇͌̅̈́͛̕͝͝s̶̮̜̫͔͔̞͈̥̱̟̦͖͋͛͆!̶̳̫̰̓͑͗̄̒͛͘͘͝͝

"I made... I swore... ḁ̷̢͎̯͚͉͈͒͒͝ň̷̩͖̗̦̯͈̜̮̝̺̼͇͛̈̓̈́͂͑͌̋̇̌̕ ̷͖̙̪̻͔̌͜͠O̷̡̢̼̠̟̰͂̂̐́̆̆̍̉̚͜͝͝a̸̢̟̹͔̫͍͔̖͓͉̭͊́̾͑̒͒̓͑͊͝ͅt̸̡̛̺͖͇̱̦̯͓̱̘͓͍͇̊̀͐̊͋̃́̂̓̀͆͛́̇h̶̢̤̤̲̝͆̌̀̑̎͒͜"

The blade in his hand was the singular object that was spared the dissonant infection from @Magi Heart , but all of creation, possibility, and time itself- there were some things better left unmolested.

And they had not been.

Ǐ̵̛͕̭̦͐͂͛̅̿̒͑̆̋̔͝ ̵̥̖̘̰͍̬̹͙̰̪͆͆̿̾̈́͌͐̒͒̽̈́̕͠͝ẉ̸̟̭̱̠͎̻͖͑̓͂ͅì̴̩͉̋͊̋̌͌͋́̍̃̀̚͠l̴̛̥̘͈̱̓͛̆͋̉͒̈͊̍͊̎͘͠l̴̢͇̝̪̻̦̖̬̭̳͎͇͉̇̈́̎̋̓͌̈́͝͝͝ ̸̞̙̞̫̽́̈́́̚k̵̰̘̯̐͑̔̓̅̂ẹ̴̢́̔͂͐̽͐̈́̉̓̇̊̓̇͐͝e̷̤͓͉͔͙͓͚̤̱̻̱̽͋̆̍͋͋̈́̒̚̕p̶̢̛̛̰̫̱̤̑͑͒̄̕̕͜ ̷̧̧̨̡̰͇̜̦̫̮̻͖͓̼̎m̵̢̗͉͓͙͓̖̌͗̂̑̊̎̐̔͘͠͠y̷̢͇̩̪͌̈́͊͆̽͋̍̒̇̉͌̊͠͝ͅ ̶̡̘̭̲̔̀͗̓̏̔̎̎ẅ̸̢̄̿̈́̓̈̃͛̕̚ǫ̶̟̝̗̰̦̣̰͉͙̤̎̈͒̈́͛̊̽͂̎̔̄͑̌ͅṟ̴̨̛̮͖̹̥̖̹̠̍̂̒̏̏̏̽̀̈́͐͗̚͝d̴̪́̃̓́͂̎͜.̴̨̫̣͙͖̭̱̋̏̏͘ ̵̡̣̯̟̂͋̇̃̊̐̃͝I̶̯̱̠͍̰͎̣̬͓̫̥̪̥̫̾͒̔͌̀̽̆́ ̷̖̖̻̦̱͉̖́̒̈́w̷̢̯͓̖̺͚̹̲̍͂̑̈́́͗͋ͅì̶̩̮͓̆̋̈́ḽ̴̛̛̫͔͖͖̮̻̫̘̰̤͖̐͂̑̈́l̵̘̥̍̔͛̽̊̄̌̐̉̇́͊̏̚͝ ̷̨͔͍̙̭̝̔͂̈̃̈́́̀͗̈́͑̅̚p̷̢̢͓̗̰̪̟̊̍̊̃̎̈́̾͊͌́̆̆͐͆̏ͅr̶̞̞͖̗̪͉̼̳͓̯͛̊ͅͅơ̶̗̼͕̯̎̉̀̔̈́̈́͛t̷̨̢̢̩͈̯̲̩̦͋̈́͜ë̷͉̲̹͚̟̞́̆̄̐̀͋͗̎̉̇̄̃͑̕ć̴̡̨̤͓̗̝̮̪͉̀̎̋t̶̟͋͊̐͋́͐̅͐͌́͌̓̉̕ ̸̛̛͍̰̩̜̳̟͊͊͋̊̓̃͘͝͠ÿ̸̨̧͍͙̟̣̳͔̖̺̹̮́̒͌̏̊͌̈́͗͊̈́̕͠ơ̸̻͉̜͈͉͈̘̝̳̟̞͖͍̑͋̓͌̂̈́̉̄̓̎̕u̶͇̝͖̪̬̬̟͈̙̘̅́ͅ,̴̝͖͈͙̊͗̇̀̎̾̾̐͘̚ ̷̭̖̜̮̇́̐̇͐̈͐ḿ̸̛̛̤̙̺͈̞͛͒́͂̕y̶̙̬͍̝͇̆̀́̒͐̅͑ ̵̪̬̟̠̮͈̱̲̋̇l̸͍̯͚̖̱̙̭̲̜̯̞̔̊̆͒̿̏̃̍̔̅̆͋̉̕ͅͅa̴̛̖̠̻̻̝̤̔̈́̃̓̈̐ḏ̶̫̰̗͈̺͆̀͋̓͝͝ÿ̶̨̧̛͙̟̭̞͚̻̲͙͖̻́̈́̒̍̈́̄̈̊̎̌̚͝.̷̨̱̫̺̺͊̾͑̀̕͝͝

Rolls

Sundering Space and Time

1d100 (88) + 25 + 15 + 10 = 138
138 damage
Chronomancy | Erick Stryker | 1714C2

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Jin · Feb 11, 2023

210 / 210

~~Vulnerable~~ normal (Protected by Valmont)
Mitgating 10 damage

His body was a bit tired from holding back the sheer mass of the enemy, but he was far from critically wounded. Jin let the mire of crimson splash back to the ground before it began to seep toward him and crawl back up his leg, dissatisfied only that he had not been allowed the killing blow himself. The creature was dead, but he was staring at it, fixated. He wanted to restore it to life simply so he could kill it again, for nothing more than the satisfaction of it.

He was used to so many things being denied to him that he simply found himself bitter, all over again. Madison offered her hand, but he stood up without it. "I'm not that badly wounded," he spat, not making eye contact with the badge-toting gunslinger. "You're the one who sends people to hell, right? Just doing your job."

In reality, he kept his gaze distant because the seething hatred threatened to find purchase anywhere, everywhere, especially on the person who denied him the thrill of victimizing an enemy.

"Your job," he repeated in a hollow voice, renewing his walk forward, toward the enemy stronghold. There he would take out his anger, on enemies who's lives were inconsequential. Moreso than the Starcalled, who's lives could become a liability if he ended them. "Not mine."

He couldn't convince anyone, let alone himself, with those words. He didn't even sound enthusiastic like he normally did. He could feel the blood in his veins boiling over, waiting, wanting.

"Next time," he spoke quietly over his shoulder, though he did not turn enough to look at her. Not yet. "Next time, I'll be the one who laughs."

He wiped away the wild expression before he turned his trademark, maligned smirk toward @Madison Freebird and tilted his head slightly.

"'kay?"

Rolls

Ultra Counter
1d100 (28) + [30] + 20 + 20 = 98
98 damage
Ultra Counter failed, 30 damage added.
Mitigate 5 damage. You are Vulnerable.
Hemomancy | Jin | 1714C2

Risky
1d100 (4) = 4

102 damage

(Heavy Armor Ability) Second Wind
Regain 40 HP at the start of your turn.
Immortal will no longer activate.
Jin | 1714C2

(BA) Duelist
+40 bonus damage when you attack an enemy in melee.
Jin

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Nyx · Feb 10, 2023

160 / 160

narratively wounded

The World comes into clarity with a sudden sharpness that leaves her ears ringing. It's a welcomed distraction from the clicking, chirping, skittering, and slithering that normally occupies her brain space, so Nyx lays there in the mud and oil and listens. It isn't because she is hurt (she is), and it isn't because she's got a concussion out of this universe (she does); it's purely to enjoy the reverberation in her ears that blocks out everything else.

An eardrum is probably busted. There's a gash across her side that leaks precious life fluid. Her wrist smarts in the most painful of ways. All of the aches and pains of her body pale in comparison to the blessed ringing that, if she were anyone else, would preclude a migraine akin to an ice pick being rammed through an eye socket.

But then she feels more than hears the awakening of the legion, the tender flutter of a delicate wing near her shoulder blade. Her eyes snap open, bloodshot, and she sits up, hissing as the cacophony rises in intensity, her memories drown, and the hunger overcomes her.

Her head tilts back, nostrils flaring, and she sucks in one, two, three deep breaths filled with the stench of fear and blood. A buffet if ever there was any. And over the swansong of screams and cries and named spelled being invoked, she catches her name on the wind—

"Nyx!!"

And she smiles.

Madison's fear taunts her across the battlefield and forces the duelist to rise slowly to her feet. She winces as she does, her gaze tracking to the many downed around her, machine and flesh alike. Nothing to be done for them, no rites to be said, no pockets to pilfer. There is only a single thing on Nyx's mind and that comprises returning to Madison's side, feasting on the Sheriff's fear to soothe her aches and pains, and readying for the final assault.

...Maybe also figuring out what the fuck happened. That'd be nice. Not super important, but cool all the same.

She is not fast, not by a long shot. But the long swaths of shadows that stretch from people and things along her path allow her to jump until she finds herself at Madison's side, the sheriff having reached out a hand to an unknown figure only for them to ignore it and stand unhindered. Nyx scoffs.

They took me to the farm upstate Sheriff, she says in her worse mimicry of a southern drawl, her fangs making her lisp slightly while a bit of blood leaked from the corner of her mouth. Could've used a helping hand then, you know. She sniffs as if emotionally wounded at being left behind, but there's a truth to her words that she refuses to acknowledge. A latent memory that agitates the buzzing between her ears to a fever pitch.

Her stomach cramps uncomfortably. She forces herself to ignore it.

What the fuck happened?

Rolls

Narrative Post
[ @Madison Freebird ] [ @Jin ]

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Aalam Abungu · Feb 10, 2023

175 / 175

Vulnerable

He was reaching for his bow when the wave hit them back, and that was the power he was expecting, a power that would knock most of them back on their ass. A power that even someone with his skills would have trouble avoiding if not for the sheer amount of time he had put into his ability to know what was coming and, more importantly, he had been able to fortify himself up in the tree. He reached into that trunk to give another set of arrows and push the attack. He felt that backlash and smelt the blood. There was a scent of blood that you only found out if you spent enough time around it. A coppery scent like pennies, he could see the conviction, but he was also able to see that she wouldn't be able to fight properly if she was missing a set of fingers. Pushing that sigh from his mouth before he dropped out of the tree and reached deeper into the plant, letting part of it wrap around his hand, coating it with enough sap that it was dripping. He had timed his drop well, reaching the ground behind one of his swings, a pause in the rhythm to grab the hand that was missing some fingers, and holding @Lilith in place for a second, letting that sap coat the cut.

"Stay still." And he let nature work; there was a lot he tended to use his plants for poison, making him more arrows when he needed them and even boosting his attack, but the one thing that he tended to keep close to the chest was its other uses. And one of them was the ability to heal someone from a mess; he had worked on it for months, the ability to close cuts and bring someone back from death. Once, he had been slow on it; once, someone died because he couldn't. Now in his back pocket, there was something. Letting go of her hand once the fingers had been reattached and looking down at sap that had hardened into a glove to keep them in place. Nature magic, ha.

"That will hold them in place while they heal, and the sap will ensure no lasting damage, but you push yourself too hard, and there comes the point when we pull you from the grave. And I don't need Ezra mad at me for letting it get there." Shaking his hand until the sap formed into an arrow, and he twisted, forming another arrow to replace the one in his quiver. "So don't die here."

Rolls

[narrative post
Aid The Vulnerable for @Lilith ]

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Kyanna Wynne · Feb 11, 2023

145 / 175

Vulnerable
Protected by @Luna Avalbane
5 Damage Mitigation from @Luna Avalbane
-51 HP from Corruption
+30 HP from @MAI
+15 on Saves from @MAI

With @Hanasakura Okami in safety, Kyanna gently placed a hand over the wounds caused by the merciless bird's metallic claws, allowing a gentle warmth to coat over it as it closed. "Right... Now, be careful. I need to go." She said, peering over the girl before turning around and darting off in a speedy flight, dodging the warzone side effects, erupting across the region as she tried to near @Magi Heart.

An image flickered in front of her eyes, making Kyanna frown as she blinked at the golden illusion that appeared before her.

Not understanding the meaning of it, she waved it out of her sight, hard focusing on the matter at hand--

"Magi! I need your help... I..!" She pleaded, still approaching in a rapid speed, only for her to pull the tip of her broomstick and 'brake' midair, widening her eyes and quivering her lips at the sight.

She was usually funny in her own way, eccentric and everything. But that shape, that form, the way she looked and even smelled. Something was wrong, and @Erick Stryker, who was near her didn't feel right either.

"Magi... What are you..?" Kyanna muttered, frowning her lips as she took a deep breath, casting a glance at @MAI's drone, then shifting her eyes to the chaos before her. Nothing good was going to come out of it, and Kyanna needed the Super Heroine back to her usual self to help to defeat Szofrit and save @Tick Tock.

With a fist clenching, Kyanna muttered unknown words to Common or any other language, slipping out of her lips as naturally as if she knew it entirely, with her eyes becoming blank for a moment. Whatever was making them wretched for the moment, she would try to sought and reap out.

❰ Corrupt - Core Drain ❱

"I need your help, Magi Heart. You are a hero, right?"

Her expressions tightened, and a healing pulse was sent as she tried to slip her spell under their life force. Corruption with corruption, she tried to bring it out, attempting to drain what was within them, what was crawling into their bodies.

"We need to defeat her, quickly-!"

An amorphous and distorting sphere swirled above Kyanna's palm, growing, and growing as her UI that was already faulty with the golden frame, only flickered out, unintelligible. Even if she couldn't bring the Super Heroine and her Knight back to normal, she would at least have the portion of power necessary to bring that thing down.

Rolls

(P) Corruption
(9 + 20 + 20 + 2) = 51
+51 to heals
Corruption advances, lose 51 HP...
Corrupt | Kyanna Wynne | 1714C2

Power Heal
4d20 EX (20 + 6 + 6 + 20 + 3 + 19) + 15 + 15 + 51 = 155 (2 explosions)/3 = 52
+52 HP to @Magi Heart, @Hanasakura Okami & @Erick Stryker
You are Vulnerable.
Animancy | Kyanna Wynne | 1714C2

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Ludmilla Orphys · Feb 11, 2023

Time. Space. Light.

These are the fundamental building blocks of reality.

Fear. Anger. Need.

These are the fundamental building blocks of sentience.

Consume. Metabolise. Reproduce.

These are the fundamental building blocks of evolution.

μ̵η̷τ̶έ̸ρ̶α̸.̴ माता.
Mother.

These are the fundamental building blocks that created Ludmilla.

ᚴᛁᚽᚱᚿᛁᚠᚠᚴᚽᛌᚴᚽᛌᛌᛌᛌᚴᚽᛌᛌᛁᚴᚽᚢᚴᚱᚱᚴᚴᚽᚽᚴᚴᛆᛆᚴᚴᚠᚠᛌᛌᚴᛆᛌᛌᛌᚴᚽᚽᚽᚽᚽᚽᚽᚽᚽᚽᚽᚽ

Heretical words. Hymnal melodies. An ancient language. Damned, as those who vanished with it were. That gnawing feeling. Teeth grinding. Hollow keening. All the way to the slaughter. Delirium. down down down down down down

IT HAS COME FOR YOU.

Calmly, without disgust nor apprehension, her gentle hand touches upon the shoulder of the suffering and the needy. One for @Erick Stryker. One for @Kyanna Wynne. One for @Magi Heart. One for @Langley. So many hands. Her hands. Her hands. So many hands.

Swimming among the fragmented realities that the accursed knight vomited forth, only one figure stood stolid. The constant. The implacable. Inexplicable.

The witch, who would rail against the course of what was natural. How feeble. Pitiful. Muse, trying to drain the wine-dark sea. Drown in the depths of delusion.

Her.

Thusly the Maw gazed. Fascination.

Hope fades. Yet dread arises not. A radiance beneath the skin.

Now, rise, mania.

Rolls

Interaction: Reserving a BA to save(?) Langley

Fuxi · Feb 11, 2023

"Oh my god, we're gonna fucking DIE!" Inari screamed as the bright searing light of the giant creepy eye in the sky descended down up them, accompanied by a hail of bullets. Death seemed all but certain for the fox-folk, her short life on Arcia ended before it could even began. Or it would have been, were it not for the wall of flames that swept into her sight and shielded her from the deadly onslaught.

"Holy shit!" the girl exclaimed in both awe and relief. "Lil! This game is so fucking realistic. Too realistic!" So realistic, in fact, that Inari had actually thought she was about to die there for a second! But it was all just a game anyways, and she couldn't die here ḥ̷̥͛ă̷̛̺̲͔͔͔͎̖̍͋͛̃͘h̶͇̥̞̞̲̯͍͋̄̄̏̀̑͗a̵̡̨͍͎̮̦̹̋h̵͙̟͍͕̠͈̿̃̑̓̀͝à̴̤͇̥̭ȟ̴̡̞͈̝̩͜ͅà̴͖͎̬̼͇̤̋͌́̉̈h̵͚͓̪͍̰͉́̾̓͗̕͝ͅa̶̢̬͎͍͂̂̊ḩ̷͉̯̠͖̹͒̀å̴̜̼̒̿̚͘ḧ̷͍̭́̐̂̂͊̍͘a̷̝̬̦̬͔͂̒͒̏ͅh̵̡͌̑a̴͖͗̆̅.

"Uh, so, Lilith, how do I do that magic thing again? Could you give me a hand?" Inari asked her friend as she started waving randomly in the air, intently focusing on...something or other. Whatever Inari was doing though, it was working. If the two flaming sparrows from before weren't enough...how about four sparrows? From the still smoldering ashes all around them, they shifted, bright peeks of fire shining through until they took flight, joining their compatriots in an empowering flight around the pyromancer who'd protected the pair. "Oh, oh, I did it! I'm a pro-already, hell yeah!"

That was only what Inari could see though. Beneath the rumbling earth, in shaking burrows and tunnels, a little white killer rabbit was bounding through the tunnels it called home towards another particular white-haired bunny...

(F) Versatile
Apply the Heal/Buff/Power effects to 2 targets instead of 3 and apply the last charge to one of them.
Inari

Zelrius - +166 Damage dealt
Toko - +83 Damage dealt

AoE Power Buff
2d100 (78 + 96) + [75] + 0 + 0 = 249 / 3
+83 extra damage to 3 targets for 1 attack
You are Vulnerable.
AoE | Nature Magic | Inari | 1714C2

Hope [2304/7700]
Forward [06246/10000]

Play Sheet

@Zelrius | @Toko | @Lilith

Chrys · Feb 11, 2023

Ah, flibbittygibbitt! Chrys blamed the bright light that torched and scared the lesser warriors on that battlefield for distracting him. If he hadn't been distracted by said light, then he would've seen the massive armored unit leaping toward him and obviously countered its body slam attempt with a body slam of his own. Obviously. Shame then that he was distracted. Stupid shiny synthetics. Chrys whined and groaned in mild pain.

It wasn't long before someone else joined him within that ring-like arena, someone furry... A rabbitfolk?

Chrys struggled but still mustered all the strength that he had to help @Toko, which wasn't really all that necessary since he still ended up using his auric geomancy to shape the earth around them for their survival. A little pillar here, a little pillar there, and a bunch of forced outcroppings everywhere ensured that the rabbit girl was back on her feet. Well, as back on her feet as someone who just got smacked by a machine into another machine. Chrys was no doctor.

"You all right, girl?"

Scowling, he then manifested his Thousand Sparkling Gold from the very earth beneath their feet, willing magic-infused rocks and stones to float around them before sending them all to hit their nearby aggressors in the head unconscious. Some of those earthen projectiles did hit their targets on their legs and feet, forcing them to crash their heads into the earth for an alternative method of a knockout, but potato, potato. What remained of his rocks and stones—basically grains of barely visible sand—swirled around @Ayna Nietzsche, @Kamala Graham, and @Toko.

Rolls

(Heavy Armor Ability) Second Wind
Regain 60 HP at the start of your turn.
Immortal will no longer activate.
Chrys | 1714C2

Ultra Protect
2d100 (50) + 25 + 20 = 95
95 damage
Give 3 allies within range the Protected State. You are Vulnerable.
Aura | Chrys | 1714C2
@Ayna Nietzsche @Kamala Graham @Toko all gain the Protected state!

(F) Disruptive
Your attacks deal 30 SP damage in addition to its regular damage.
Chrys

(F) Guardian
Mitigate 15 damage from yourself or allies when you target them via an action or a BA.
Aura | Chrys
@Ayna Nietzsche @Kamala Graham @Toko gain 5 damage mitigation each!

(BA) Aiding the Vulnerable: @Toko

Total Forward Contribution: 60 + 95 + 30 + 15 = 200
Total Hope Contribution: 60 + 15 = 75

PUSH FORWARD!
▪ Hope: 2379 / 7700
▪ Forward: 6446 / 10000
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Aerial · Feb 11, 2023

70 / 150

narrative post
- 80 hp

An eerily similar magia waved away the storm with ease - their powers mirroring her own. Unfortunately, silent questions (like were the magia adapting? learning from them?) would remain unanswered as deju vu swept over her. Literally. The same magic Aerial utilized now sent her flying across the battlefield.

The chaotic field clawed and bit at her body. Thankfully, her lance managed to keep her semi-grounded: at least, it kept her safe from the winds that tried to carry her away. While she hopped onto unsteady legs, a motion-blurred figure approached her. Naturally, such a heroic and dramatic entrance brought one person to mind: @Schilva Flasch.

"Aw, shucks, Mr. Bartleby. I'd say you rode in like a heroic knight but that would be lying." she lightly teased because this was a great time for jokes. "Thanks for saving your Mrs. Bartleby~" The Onsen Infiltration felt like a distant memory despite being no more than a few weeks ago.

@Zelrius, being the fucking badass pyromancer that he was, finished the threat that hindered the woman. "Thanks for the backup!" she yelled over the noise of war, flashing him a thumbs-up and toothy grin.

Aerial, free from her mirror match, carefully examined the bloodshed and fear that coated her allies. The troops look demoralized, to say the least. Despair seemed ready to overtake Hope at any given moment. Fuck that mentality. Was Aerial afraid of being trapped forever in a game that claimed her friends and passions? Yes. But that wouldn't slow her down. Instead, it encouraged her forward.

Well, that's what she kept repeating like a mantra. Fake until you make it, right?

Player Sheet

Toko · Feb 12, 2023

Her ear flickered for what felt like the umpteenth time in the last minute, a persistent hum echoing against her eardrum despite the fighter’s attempts to clear whatever it might be causing it. Only then did she realize that the earth was vibrating under her boots, crimson eyes turning to look further ahead before Toko finally realized what was about to happen.

"Kuso!"

Hands slammed into the ground, infusing the soil with her energy as large slabs of stone rose in front of the hare and anyone close to the fighter. The barricade shimmered just as the humming stopped, a layer of astral magic covering its outer surface just as a blinding light engulfed the whole area—barely managing to deflect the heat that quickly spread throughout the battlefield before her barrier crumbled back onto the soil.

"Pheeew, that was close—abunai!"

It was then Toko noticed the massive armored unit leap towards their side, body-slamming one of the Starcalled into the nearby Dragonship, Her hands instantly reached for @Alcea and @Langley, the two figures closest to her, before yanking them off to the side moments before a backhanded slap connected with the hare. The impact was enough to send the lepus tumbling, her frame falling through some of the cracks of the very same mothership, before coming to a stop inside of a ring-like arena.

"It-tai..." A groan escaped Toko as she finally came to a stop, one hand rubbing her left side—just below the ribs—before a hand extended in her direction. She took it without much thought, recognizing the faint glimpse of the owner as the same traveler smacked into this place moments before herself. "Sumimasen, I’m alright now."

She felt the magic traverse the ground right underneath her feet, the energy resonating within the hare, before a smirk pulled at her lips upon realizing it came from the man beside her. A foot stomped against the ground, allowing her own magic to infuse and blend with that of the fellow adventurer, just as Toko spotted the large amount of robots gathering about them—encircling the duo as closing off any escape routes.

"Looks like we’re just in time for the party, too." Fist smacked together in preparation before those crimson eyes turned to look at @Chrys, a wide smirk on Toko’s face as she spoke. "If you cover my back I’ll pave us a new path outta here."

Toko knew her offer was accepted when a cluster of sand began to swirl around her, a nod given to the man before she focused on increasing their defenses. A layer of bark covered the forearms and shins of both players, chunks of stone adhering to the rough surface as she provided @Chrys with the same natural armor that the fighter often wore before a brawl.

"Let’s get ready to rumble~"

❰ Toko's PlaySheet ❱
▪ (BA) Aiding the Vulnerable: @Chrys

Langley · Feb 11, 2023

125 / 125

+60 HP from @Kamala Graham's heal

@Toko's stone barrier stood up to most of the searing beam that tore through the battlefield. The ground beneath his feet was rumbling, churning; the air above his head felt like fire itself. The blast lasted for only a moment before dissipating, but that moment was enough. A third of the frontline was scattering. A third stood strong. A third was but ash in the wind.

Before he could thank Toko for the barrier, however, she shouted in alarm and suddenly Langley was flying. Flying, then fallen; he was thrown to the ground some meters away before he could register what was happening. When he pulled himself back to his feet again, he saw that he was standing alone; no Toko, no @Alcea.

He needed to get his bearings. Figure out what to do from here. Maybe find some people he knew to meet up with? But before even the barest skeleton of a plan began forming in his mind, Langley was interrupted by... by--

A song, echoing. A woodwind melody half-lullaby and half-dirge, familiar...? Or was it not? It drifted to his ears on a cloying black breeze, accompanied by a vision of dancing leaves buoyed by the wind. They budded, withered, bloomed anew.

Sometimes they blinked. Sometimes they smiled.

A slowly pulsing warmth filled his chest, then began to leak down his arm. Was this relief, or was this pain? Both? Neither? Langley was nothing but an exposed nerve now, incapable of comprehension. He could only feel: the teeth in his flesh, the gentle feather-light touch of restorative magic, the putrid Dissonant blackness that snaked through the battlefield as if it were alive...

The hand on his shoulder.
The hand on his shoulder.
The hand on his shoulder.

He looked up. His gaze met green-red-pinprick black.

Prey instinct froze him to the spot. The Maw, its eyeless stare fixated on @Ludmilla Orphys, began, oh so quietly, to laugh.

Rolls

N/A - Interaction Post

Play Sheet Link

MAI · Feb 11, 2023

Just because MAI retreated from the very front of the frontlines did not mean she was out of the fight or done trying to do her best to aid her allies. After she was done with her tiny little breather and sharing information with whomever she could find, her next goal was to regroup with @Kyanna.

The witch was followed by the golden drone everywhere she went, and once she approached the dissonant @Magi, it would start whirring. Even if she wasn't aware of it, the machine was monitoring Kyanna's vitals, and the moment they started dropping, even just a little bit, it would start up its branch of Cyberangel protocol. Surrounded by a pale azure light, the girl would feel relieved despite the stressful situation, energized, and ready to take on Szofrit as they slowly approached the mad magia's domain.

MAI also felt a bit bad for leaving @Tick Tock behind. It was not necessarily by her own choice, but that was hardly an excuse, especially on a battlefield like this. So, another bot was already quickly headed back to the location where the doll collapsed. And once she would be found, the exact same procedure would begin. After warping so much, her body must have been broken quite a bit, so the drone started frantically flying around and attempting to repair her form as much as it could, hopefully without being swatted away.

Her last available drone simply flew off toward the heat of the battle, attempting to find someone injured enough to warrant immediate medical attention. @Cleo was the one who captured its interest, her own body slowly deteriorating under the pressure of her powers. Thankfully, the Cyberangel protocol was made capable of handling such unique 'wounds' as well, as it would try to approach the lancer, presenting itself as harmless enough before it would administer a healing and refreshing mist... once again, hopefully without being mercilessly put down after being mistaken for another magia enemy.

During all of this, MAI herself started moving closer to the spearpoint of their assault, hoping to find Kyanna before anything even worse than the God-Searing Light happened.

Rolls

(P) Overheal
When receiving heals or healing others, you or your allies may go 40 above their max HP.
MAI | 1714C2

Power Heal
2d20 EX (12 + 13 + 2 + 17) + 25 + 20 = 89 (0 explosions)
+89 HP to 1 target
You are Vulnerable.
Magitech | MAI | 1714C2

Note: AoE heal code didn't work at the time so the above is +30 HP to 3 targets

Heavy Armor Ability) Second Wind
Regain 40 HP at the start of your turn. | Restore 120 Hope
Immortal will no longer activate.
MAI | 1714C2

(BA) Savior
Give 3 targets within range 15 to a save roll next cycle. (@Kyanna Wynne, @Tick Tock, @MAI)
Aura | MAI | 1714C2

PUSH FORWARD!
‎ Hope: 2588/7700 (+209)
‎ ‎ Forward: 6535/10000 (+89)
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Ludmilla Orphys · Feb 11, 2023

Nobody had seen her appear. She was just...there.

Abandon reason. Abandon Hope. Embrace it, the unending.

Swollen to many times her natural size as a Faerin, Ludmilla's twisted and hunched form would be unrecognisable to most any who laid eyes upon her, save for those who could still recognise the particularities of her warped countenance or the nauseating aura of her magic.

A long and lanky torso bore the tattered scraps of what may have been a dress. Or, perhaps, upon closer inspection, did the scraps adhere to her skin? Legs that have unravelled and been reshaped into buttress roots of warped flesh end in nothing that resemble Ludmilla's dainty feet. Her features had been disfigured with rapturous intent, prostrating reverence permanently etched upon the taut mouth and rolling eyes that still identified her, however minimally.

Two growths extend from her protruding jaw, vein-shot tendrils wrapped crudely along a cartilaginous frame. They end in clutching, skinless fingers that clamp down upon the leg of the foolish witch and the shoulder of the consumed Beastfolk. Not forceful, just insistent.

Rubbery-skinned and pulsating unnaturally, her existing arms appear to grow tendons, joints and bones at their own convenience, heedless of the self-destructive speed at which it grew to the point that skin stretched, tore and regrew instantly with each extension. Reaching out, they grasped the shoulders of the dissonant knight and his lady, twitching involuntarily with each new structural aberration.

Rejoice.
η σάρκα σου θα είναι ένθετη σε αυτό το σώμα.

Her neck opens.

ᚽᚽᚽᚱᚿᚿᚠᚠᚴᚴᚿᚿᚱᚱᚱᚴᚽᚽᚢᚢᚿᚿᚴᚴᚴᛆᛆᛆᚿᚴᚽᚽᚽᚽ

Gnashing and chewing and tearing flesh away in bloody strips, the toothed wormlike appendage that has burst from Ludmilla's pharynx pitilessly answers the Maw's bequest. This violence, this feast, this way of nature, the rule of beasts, of all living things. Crumble down, crush bone and drain marrow, bloodshed.

In seconds, Langley's arm is no more.

Consume. Metabolise. Reproduce.

Evolve.

With a shriek to the skies scorched by ley-lightning, Ludmilla's own maw lashes back, pulling in and gulping down the mashed glob that used to be a limb. Taken with it are pieces of the dark spores that the amputee Beastfolk relied on, mixed in as spices exotic and sweet.

Snapping, cracking, ripping, her arms extruding from her mouth and shoulder draw taut to breaking point and detach, like discarded skink tails; the one attached to Kyanna falls loose, something rejecting its grasp as soon as Ludmilla's direct control over it ceased, but the others continued to live.

Writhing, nails dig into the unfortunates Wendel and Erick, who must have noticed by now that the strange appendages latching onto them had curled inwards and become covered in a layer of hardened keratinous carapace, acting as crude defensive plating.

For Langley though, something more esoteric would occur. The arm that remained clasped upon the empty socket where his own had been springs into action, flicking its severed stump to the Beastfolk's as an ovulating dragonfly would touch its tail to water. As if it were the most natural thing, fibers closed and nerves knit, and now its carapace benefited the deprived Langley as something of a horrific prosthetic.

...but no, that could be no carapace. Ludmilla herself was now curling inward too, inchoate form retracting into a similarly impassable shell. Within, the dim glow of a bioluminescent miasma backlit a metamorphosis alien and terrible. Incomprehensible echoes clamoured in the minds of those nearby, a thudding bassline over the din of combat.

A cocoon.

Rolls

Roll Result
2d20 (3 + 8) = 11
Corruption | Corrupt B | Ludmilla Orphys

(P) Corruption | Corrupt B | Ludmilla Orphys
[B]+11[/B] to attacks, heals, or buffs. [B]+6[/B] to checks. Corruption advances, lose [B]11 HP[/B]...

Ultra Protect
1d100 (2) + 10 + 10 + 15 = 37 + 11 (Corruption)
48 damage
Give @Erick Stryker, @Magi Heart and @Langley the Protected State. Ludmilla is Vulnerable.

Astramancy | Ludmilla Orphys | 24686C2

PUSH FORWARD!
Hope: 2708/7700 (+120)
Forward: 6583/10000 (+48)

Playsheet

Madison Mortiere · Feb 11, 2023

236 / 240

Vulnerable--extra Emoootionalll Daaaamage from @Nyx

"You'll be a daisy if you do," I spat back at @Jin before he skulked away to kill some more renegades while nu-metal covers of the Shadow the Hedgehog OST played in his head. Look; I don't even know what I just said means--it's the only line from that movie that I can remember. And I really just want to say "Well, you're no daisy at all!" when I inevitably have to peel his ass off the ground once again.

I just thought... y'know. The goth kids could've formed an alliance or something. But maybe the definition has changed. Maybe I'm not goth enough anymore. (Me, with my all black yeehaw clothing and skull face paint, and my physical inability to smile.) All the elder goths on my friends list are no longer playing.

A death game with thousands of people playing anyway, and it's never felt lonelier.

@Nyx's poor attempt at the gunslinger drawl snapped me from my moment of grumping. What she said was more like a dagger slid between my ribs than anything. "Hey now," I said, turning to face the duelist. "I was trying to catch up to you. Lions had me spotting until the Dragonship weapons were neutralized--excellent job on that, by the way! And as soon as I got the order to advance, I was runnin'."

And that's when...

"So that's what some people were calling God Searing Light. A mega-weapon from the Dragonship. When the Lions had some of us sneak in to take out Rapid Response, that fucking thing fired on us. Most of us survived--and just barely. The only chance we had was getting as fucking far from the blast zone as we could. And... well..." I didn't have to explain what happened to those who didn't. We were wading in their remains.

A moment passes. "Are you alright? Need any heals? I don't have anything handy, but I do have this." I produced my flask of whiskey from a pocket in my coat and offered it to Nyx. Whether or not she took it, I snuck a swig for myself before stashing it and pulling my guns back out.

"Well then... Shall we?"

So anyways... I started blastin'.

Rolls

(F) Sharpshooter +5 bonus damage when you attack enemy at range (+10 if you have Hyper Awareness).
Madison Freebird

Burst Attack 19d20 (17 + 7 + 6 + 7 + 16 + 2 + 11 + 1 + 15 + 2 + 4 + 19 + 15 + 10 + 20 + 7 + 20 + 1 + 16 + 18 + 5 + 8) + 10 = 237 237 damage (3 explosions) You are Vulnerable.
Ranged Weapons | Madison Freebird | 1714C2

PUSH FORWARD!
▪ Hope: 2708/7700
▪ Forward: 6820/10000
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reccyls* · Feb 11, 2023

Hope total is currently at 2943/7700 after adjustments have been made.
Forward is at 6760/10000

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Rolls

Total Hope Contribution: 100 + 5 + 10 = 115
Total Forward Contribution: 100 + 5 = 105

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Zelrius · Feb 11, 2023

200 / 200

Trying to make it through!
Super Vulnerable

That beam of light and destruction had completely killed their momentum. The way everyone had to dodge, move, lick their wounds, and take a moment to mentally prepare for what came next destroyed whatever forward velocity they had built up. But, the ever resilient starcalled seemed to pull it together well. The emotional strength of people in this game never ceased to amaze Zelrius. @Inari wasn't even shaken. She just declared how fucking sick it was, and called down the flaming embodiments of birds. Blue eyes trailed as they circled the man, energizing the feeling of crackling fire that permeated each of his muscle fibers. Tightening his fingers and arms, mixing with his adrenaline to form a cocktail of crazy, all consuming excitement.

Vina had been quick to disappear, and no one else seemed quite interested in aiding Zelrius with his recent wounds. Until, the familiar face and call of @Kamala Graham appeared, enveloping him in the green bubble. There was a flash of remorse as his health bar refilled; maybe he shouldn't have wanted to pelt her with a snowball so hard back during Wintersday. He didn't have time to thank her. There was only forward to be had. He had barely enough time to return @Aerial the thumbs up. Not even sure she saw it, before jetting off again.

Zelrius continued his measured, collected march forward now. Holding up his swords. The Dynamism was gone, he wasn't as fast. But, he was just as skilled. Each step and swing through the surrounding magia was part of a dance. His footwork twisted over itself, and then back straight. Spinning and juking, side stepping and walking forward. An elegant twist of steel, fire, and red hair. One that ended in a plant of his foot forward, and the swing of his weapons. Letting a ring of flame stretch out to continue to give the man room. They were getting closer now, that much could be told.

A familiar hint of spirit magic and blood was seen in the crowd. "@Yugam." Whispered underneath his breath. Rushing forward to meet up with the man, and let him take the lead on the next proposal. "I have my flame and twin swords if you've got a plan." A simple statement of comraderie, waiting to see if he was in the mood for a joint attack of some kind. Add a little spice to endless slashing.

Rolls

(F) Risky
Before rolling, convert your non-mr/wr modifiers.
Each +13 becomes an extra d20 and each +50 becomes an extra d100.
Zelrius | 1714C2

Roll Result
5d100 (35 + 59 + 34 + 20 + 63) + 33 + 45 = 289
Risky Pyromancy Reckless | Zelrius | 1714C2

(Medium Armor Ability) Twice
You may perform 2 actions and 1 BA or 1 action and 2 BAs this cycle.
Zelrius | 1714c2

Roll Result
5d100 (19 + 14 + 79 + 58 + 86) + 33 + 45 = 334
Risky Pyromancy Reckless | Zelrius | 1714C2

PUSH FORWARD CONTRIBUTION TOTAL: 623

Note: These numbers are different from the roll because of a complication. @Asch was notified and gave the ruling on how to fix it. if there is any confusion, please message me, I am happy to clear it up.

(F) Regeneration
(5 + 2) = 7
Regenerate 7 HP.
Mend | Zelrius

(F) Regeneration
(3 + 4) = 7
Regenerate 7 HP.
Mend | Zelrius

14 HP Total Regen, 14 Total Hope Contribution

PUSH FORWARD!
▪ Hope: 2957/7700
▪ Forward: 7383/10000
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Fina Drago · Feb 11, 2023

The destruction of enemy's artillery was going well, at least for a while. However, it seemed that even with all of her training, Fina still had quite a long way to go. As her blades flew around and parried one bullet after another, cleaved through one raging machine after another, it was just not enough. That one lucky piece of ammunition managed to get past it all and pierce her right through. At the very least, it didn't seem to hit any vital organs... but then again, she was no doctor.

No matter what they tried, they couldn't destroy the God-searing Light, either. And just as the feline stumbled, that giant laser decided to fire at the army of Starcalled. "Fu- come out - Mystic Forge!" The flickering pale flame of her lantern suddenly flared as an ethereal arcanamancy anvil appeared right in front of the girl. And in her right arm, an ornate hammer instead of a proper weapon. Every movement caused her wound to bleed, so running away was not an option... she had to defend herself.

Gritting her teeth, she made it through the initial pain as she raised her hammer and slammed it down onto the anvil, causing a small explosion of arcane energy that suddenly made several jagged walls erupt from the ground in front of her. Just like that, she was consumed by the light for a few moments. Once it all faded, the forge and the walls were gone, the girl falling to one knee as she held her wound, steam rising off of her body. She was alright if a bit singed.

As @Vina Skysong arrived from the sidelines, she could only let out a sigh of relief. "Sorry, it doesn't look like we can exactly get through this without any damage." As her wound got patched up, she had to disappoint the songstress a bit further. "I know you'd probably want me to hold back for a bit, but they're trying to take advantage of that attack, we can't let them. I'll break their assault!" It was quite a bold claim, but the cat was confident in her own abilities.

Once more would arcane weapons rain down from the skies, embedding themselves in the ground and waiting for the warrior to pick them up, use them to break apart the enemy's formation, bring down as many of them as she could, or at least disable their relentless advance.

❰ Mystic Forge • Reckless Assault ❱

Rolls

(BA) Duelist
+40 bonus damage when you attack an enemy in melee.
Fina Drago

Reckless Attack
4d100 (61 + 48 + 7 + 99) + 25 + 25 + 40 = 305
305 damage
Slash Weapons | Fina Drago | 1714C2

(Medium Armor Ability) Twice
You may perform 2 actions and 1 BA or 1 action and 2 BAs this cycle.
Fina Drago | 1714C2

Reckless Attack
4d100 (23 + 5 + 75 + 59) + 25 + 25 = 212
212 damage
Slash Weapons | Fina Drago | 1714C2

(F) Disruptive
Your attacks deal 30 SP damage in addition to its regular damage.
Fina Drago | 1714C2

Note: Duelist's extra damage wasn't manually added to the second roll, so the final result is increased by 40 from what is above

PUSH FORWARD!
‎ Hope: 2957/7700
‎ ‎ Forward: 7970/10000 (7383 +587)
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Magi Heart · Feb 11, 2023

Build | Personal | Masteries | Tags

210/220 HP
Status
Location
Effect Details

Wendel took a step back as the temporal rifts formed around them. The power infusion she had given Erick had a... excessive effect it looked like. Although a dissonant, Wendel wasn't exactly a professional at it, she was an embryo as far as dissonance lifespan goes. So much of this was still new to her.

This man must have a lot of pent-up grief... all the more reason to do something about it.

"Magi! I need your help... I..!"

@Kyanna Wynne ?

She came? She was way too weak for this sort of thing! The Golden Knights had almost petrified her! Wait.. what was that golden thing Kyanna had brought with her? It wasn't important enough for Magi to focus on, Kyanna on the other hand...

Magi ran to her. With each step going higher as she ran over a makeshift dark rainbow. Now levitating by her friend, she glomped her. From afar it probably looked more like a dark magic had been used to devour the fungi witch (which wasn't all that far off actually) but Wendel had just that much emanating darkness right now. Didn't make her hug of pain any less meaningful!

"̴K̶y̷a̶n̵n̶a̷-̸c̴h̸a̵n̵!̵ ̸Y̴o̴u̷ ̷a̵r̶e̷n̸'̴t̵ ̸s̴u̵p̵p̷o̵s̸e̵d̴ ̵t̴o̶ ̶b̴e̵ ̴h̸e̶r̸e̸,̷ ̸y̴o̶u̶ ̶h̸a̷v̴e̶ ̵t̷o̷o̸ ̴m̷a̴n̵y̴ ̷l̴iv̴e̴s̵ ̷l̴e̷f̵t̴,̸ ̷y̶o̸u̸ ̸w̴i̴l̸l̶ ̷s̴u̴f̷f̷e̷r̷ ̸w̷i̸t̴h̵o̴u̵t̸.̴.̷.̶ ̸*̴G̷i̸g̸g̵l̷e̴*̴ ̶Y̴o̵u̵ ̵h̸a̵v̷e̶n̴'̵t̸ ̵s̸e̴e̸n̷ ̴m̵e̴ ̵l̷i̴k̸e̶ ̴t̷h̴i̸s̸ ̵b̷e̴f̸o̶r̶e̵.̵ ̵y̶o̷u̸ ̷l̵o̷o̴k̸ ̴s̴c̵a̷r̸e̶d̸?̸"̵

"I need your help, Magi Heart. You are a hero, right?"

Wait what was Kyanna trying to do to her? Why was everyone being this way now!? She had a goal, she had to save the red magia mommy. So why? Why so much of this? What was that sphere? Kynanna had dark magic of her own so...

...
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Ţ̴̖͊́̆̾̓͘͠h̵̲̘̰̹͐̌͐̀ͅͅẻ̷͚̳̲̼͖̅̃̔͆̉͜ ̷̞̻͆͌̉̐͘f̶͖̲̫͇̪̦͍̀͆̈́͗̀̇͘a̵̘͔̘̙͉͈̭̽͋́̓̄̋t̷̼̮͈͖̹͓̊͜e̸̛̬̽̓̇͋̊͝l̷̙̒̒̽ȅ̶̡͍͎̫̬͖̃̚s̶̥̽͐̎͗͂̀͝s̵̮̜̓ͅ ̸̢̘̞͈̟̤̭̈́p̴̡͇̝͓̙̱̏̅a̴̟̪̟̩̥̍̃̇͋̾̕͠ẗ̶̬̺̩̫̞̯̦́̑͑̽̊ḧ̷̢͉̻́͛̾̄͛̉̅ ̸̨̡̛̲̹̤͙̜̅r̶͙͖̘̪͖͇̘̊̕e̵̠̣͍̰̟̹͛͘m̴̧͖͚͆̓̊͑̊̔͛a̶̢̢̗͔͖̎̈́i̴̧̦̰̪̒n̷̢̩͇̥̙̼͇̏̿͂ş̵̖̫̜̞̽̈́̈́̈́̓̕.̶̱͉̩̗͂̈́.̷̹̲̥͕͛̽͋͌̉̈́͘.̶̘̾̇̀̍͛̊̕
̸̮̣͈̟̽̇̆͆͌̊̕

IT HAS COME FOR YOU.

Magi held Kyanna tighter adding more pain to her grip as @Ludmilla Orphys infested the reality they existed within. So much poking and prodding... but with teeth. It was like a chiwawa! Wendel hated dissonance but... Lud was pretty kawaii as far as the dissonant Magi was concerned. For now, all of this can become a mass and it will make her objective easier.

"̴Y̷e̶s̴,̷ ̴I̴'̸m̸ ̵b̸e̷t̷t̶e̷r̶ ̸t̵h̵a̷n̴ ̵a̷ ̶h̵e̴r̴o̸,̷ ̵I̵'̷m̴ ̵a̵ ̸s̶a̶v̶i̶o̴r̴.̸ ̷L̸u̸d̶m̶i̷l̴l̶a̷,̵ ̷d̸o̸ ̸y̴o̷u̵ ̸m̶i̴n̷d̴ ̸i̴f̸ ̵I̶ ̷t̵a̵k̸e̸ ̷y̶o̸u̶r̵ ̶h̷a̵n̴d̷s̴?̶"

Her dress flowed out and night touched night.

Rolls

Power Buff (on @Erick Stryker)
2d100 (48 + 72) + [75] + 25 + 20 = 240 / 3
+80 extra damage to 1 target for 3 attacks
You are Vulnerable.
Divine Magic | Magi Heart | 1714C2 } Erick
(BA) Exceed
+20 to attacks, buffs, and heals. -10 HP
Evoke | Magi Heart

PUSH FORWARD!
▪ Hope: 2957/7700
▪ Forward: 8057/10000 + 87
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Post 2/2

Raid Boss · Feb 11, 2023

The God Searing Light dispersed the second shot. Despite not being nearly as destructive as the first time, it still almost squash the desperate Forward time.

Maybe hope will finally be lost with the final shot, alas it prevails today.

Locked Hope: 2957/7700
Current Hope: 483/7700

Roll Result
50d100 (81 + 87 + 84 + 98 + 97 + 5 + 69 + 73 + 66 + 68 + 46 + 87 + 10 + 12 + 11 + 66 + 14 + 24 + 2 + 20 + 22 + 15 + 88 + 65 + 45 + 50 + 61 + 86 + 8 + 1 + 51 + 53 + 32 + 28 + 5 + 36 + 88 + 76 + 18 + 61 + 36 + 25 + 94 + 88 + 19 + 21 + 90 + 94 + 19 + 79) = 2474
Meet Your Maker

Tick Tock · Feb 11, 2023

Her body had begun to fall apart, and yet there was plenty of it left.
@Imoogi's potion tasted like a bloody syrup of gore and animal parts, absorbed like a sponge within the cracks of her porcelain.
@Asher Gave her the might of a bull, wrapping her in a thin veil of his own making, and she didn't know if to grant him the biggest hug of the world, but he for sure would get a big animal puppet of her own making for his assistance.

Yet her duty leads elsewhere, somewhere else, where a pestilence reminded her of EVE, the scent blended with her own dark magic that had been jabbed into @Kyanna Wynne. It made tracking them down amidst the chaos easier.

Protocol Harvest: Active
The Core is Open. Reality would be denied.

Amidst the chaos, an opportunity presented itself at the ever growing mass of corruption that begun the focal point, given the contributions of The Heretic (@Ludmilla Orphys) and The Familiar Scent alike. Only this one was clad in vibrant colours, despite how rotten her powers had become.

The cracks glow stronger, and tabboo runs through them in shades of purple and vantablack, Evoking her core's functionality: To harvest, to assimilate.
Not flesh.
Not Steel.
Magic in it's purest form.

The embrace would be broken between the Witch and The Defiler, @Magi Heart . Yanked. Denied of their promised salvation, and their world became...

You smell of what I like, but you have not what I want.

No Matrix. this was not her directive, yet it still tasted good-
Ṉ̸͕̟̻͉͎͙̅̇̽̿̄̓͘͝ō̴̡̱̮͌̿́̓̀̒͜͠͠...
̸̨̛͖̹̮̹̖̬̮͔͐̽̆̾̆̍͗̏̇͗̊̒̕͝

̵̼̩͚̻̜̭̰̪̫̜̮̻͕̝̄̾̾̐͝Ň̵͎͖̲o̷͈̪̠̤̽̅̃͋̎̆̔͊̅̓̇̀̕͝.
Her directive
Kyanna.

Our playbuddy calls for us within her fortress. Let's not be late, Hero.

Her grasp tightened around Magi, a hand outstretched past the woman and aimed right at Kyanna, fingertips cackling with accursed power. And then she blasted them all away A non-lethal push to get them to scatter. A wakeup call, given the God Searing Light's existence, despite not being in it's path.

Rolls

Save
1d100 (66) + 25 = 91

Reflex | Tick Tock | 1714C2

Mastery Check
2d100 (Advantage) (16, 44) + 20 + 15 + 28= 107

Dark Magic + Illusion Magic | Tick Tock | 1714C2

(Medium Armor Ability) Twice
You may perform 2 actions and 1 BA or 1 action and 2 BAs this cycle.
Tick Tock | Code

Mastery Check
2d100 (Advantage) (30, 36) + 20 + 15 = 71

Dark Magic + Illusion magic | Tick Tock | 1714C2

(BA) Exceed
You may perform a non-special action. -100 HP

Evoke | Tick Tock

Mastery Check
2d100 (Advantage) (22, 8) + 20 + 15 = 57

Dark Magic + illusion magic | Tick Tock | 1714C2

Total Hope Contribution: 291

Hope: 774/7700
Forward: 8057/10000

Complete 18+ Main Story (S4 Finale) DRAGON.end - Phase 1

Erick Stryker

❮ Blade of Hope ❯

Jin

Nyx

Aalam Abungu

Kyanna Wynne

Magia

Ludmilla Orphys

❮ God's Exceed ❯

Fuxi

Chrys

❮ Stalwart Defender ❯

Aerial

Toko

Guest

Langley

MAI

❮ Hymn of Tomorrow ❯

Ludmilla Orphys

❮ God's Exceed ❯

Madison Mortiere

Magia

reccyls*

❮ Moderator ❯

Zelrius

❮ Ale King ❯

Fina Drago

Magia

Magi Heart

Guest

Raid Boss

❮ Narrator ❯

Tick Tock

❮ Queen Slayer ❯