Complete 18+ Main Story (S4 Finale) DRAGON.end - Phase 3

[Erick Stryker]

105 / 180

Health
-00 HP (Szofrit's Attack)
+15 HP (Mitigation)
+15 HP (Heal from @Imoogi )

Status
▪ Location: Finishing at A3
▪ Vulnerable from Ultra Counter
▪ Protected by @Yugam
* +15 stored (Charge)

The truth was bleak.

Their situation seemed grim the moment that people started to fumble back into view, struggling with the sheer volume of things happening at once. For Erick, who was not an avid gamer, this was the first battle of its kind in his experience. Camp Hope was a different monster entirely. The dangers and threat level required unparalleled coordination, and people were already suffering from a lack of cohesion.

@Zelrius was among the first to fall, valiant though his efforts had been. A hero in every sense of the word, the man threw himself in fire and fury at the Mother of Machines, and ignited himself with his own magic. With the latent aether as thick as it seemed to be in this confluence between worlds, he overcharged his strike and paid the price.

But his was a sacrifice that would not be in vain. It was for the people who lived that they fought. Their deaths were a price, a heavy price, but at times a necessary one. And accepting the toll that the Phoenix Knight paid- for he would rise again, forged in flame- Erick drew not only the light that he had been amassing, but from the pulsar that was left behind in the other man's wake.

Almost...

And then, during his moment of concentration, a voice broke out in his direction. "Hey, CATCH!" Erick, startled, turned to face that direction and felt the impact of a phial against his face and the subsequent glass shrapnel, along with a cool, menthol-like soothing that made him feel slightly refreshed despite leaving him soaked.

"Thanks!" he called back, keeping his composure and trying to stay positive so that he could be a role model for the rest of them. If the people at the front couldn't keep their cool, after all, how would the people behind them?

Being drenched, after all, was the least of his worries. He had to let out the energy now, before he ended up like Zelrius.

"Okay," he whispered, drawing the power into a singularity in front of him, thrusting it outward toward Szofrit. There were those who wanted to save her. Erick only cared about them, and so, he unleashed it all in a deluge of light and heat, bringing light from across time, across the stars, across all of infinity to bear.

Let the Light reach them!

In a blinding flash, Erick's body dissipated from one space and blinked to another, to Lady N- who called herself Nu- as the time lapsed supernova ripped outward from beneath Szofrit, ripping outward at top speed, a parallax that distorted could rend space and time.

"Truncated Time Crash," he whispered hoarsely, breathless as his molecular structure strained to reorient itself.

Panting, he turned to face N. She was corrupted... but she was still one of them.

And he didn't want to let her do anything she would regret.

Rolls

Ultra Counter C1 > B1 > A2 > A3

Ultra Counter
1d100 (46) + [30] + 15 + 15 + 10 = 116
Mitigate 5 damage. You are Vulnerable.
Guard Arts | Erick Stryker | 1745C3

(Light Armor Ability) Surge
+100 to any Xd20 or Xd100 rolls
Erick Stryker | 1745C3

(BA) Shield
Mitigate 10 incoming damage to yourself.
Erick Stryker

Total: 303 damage, 15 mitigation

Rolls

Ultra Counter C1 → B1 → A2 → A3

▪ Buff: +2 Movement from @Imoogi (Boost)

Ultra Counter
1d100 (46) + [30] + 15 + 15 + 10 = 116 + 87 (last buff!) = 203
Mitigate 5 damage. You are Vulnerable.
Guard Arts | Erick Stryker | 1745C3

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 32432/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 970/970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: 333/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333

Build Sheet

 

[Madison Mortiere]

70 / 240

Health
-20 and -10 HP (Szofrit's Attack)
+00 HP (Mitigation)
+00 HP (Heal)

Status
▪ Location: B3
▪ Not Vulnerable
▪ Protected by @Omega Redux

Everyone talks too much.

This goes doubly so for boss characters.

Szoft Serve is so lucky that I'm too busy screaming my fool head off and cradling my crushed hand and running all willy-nilly across the battlefield and firing off shots at other threats that she brought to play while she droned on and on and on and on.

Rolls

B1 to A2 to B3

▪ Buff: +00 (1)
▪ Save: +00
▪ Inspire: +00
(F) Disruptive Your attacks deal 30 SP damage in addition to its regular damage.
(BA) Hyperawareness +15 to attacks and buffs, +10 to heal per square of distance, starting from the square adjacent to you and ending on the target's.
Mastery | Madison Freebird
Sneak Attack 1d100 (39) + [40] + 25 + 20 + 15 = 139 139 damage Sneak Attack successful. 40 damage added!
Ranged Weapons | Madison Freebird | 1745C2, attacking Nu

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 32293/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 970/970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: -25/333
▪ Nu SP: 303/333
Build Sheet

 

[Langley]

36 / 125

Health
-10 HP (GSL Propulsar)
-20 HP (Cycle damage)
+36 HP (@Kyanna Wynne's heal)
-15 HP (Surging Pulse)

Status
▪ Location: B1
▪ Vulnerable from Ultra Hinder

The spores wrapped around Lana's body and she could not stop her shudder. She really was reliving everything that had just happened to Langley's body, huh? But these spores did not bite, did not rip away at her flesh. Though she knew it was mostly in her mind, she could swear that she could feel the spores twisting around the tattered ends of open veins, weaving themselves into place as they soldered the open shoulder socket shut. A soothing numbness spread out from her shoulder, curling its way into her chest. The pain lessened, for a time.

Langley hadn't had the small comfort of numbness. And yet he hadn't broken. So Lana couldn't let this break her either.

She choked out a thanks to @Kyanna Wynne, who appeared to be the source of the spores, and forced herself forward, feeling energy crackle at her feet as she walked. It raced through her body, filling her with electric potential, even as every jolt seemed to burn.

Szofrit hovered imperiously in the air. For a moment, Lana despaired at how to continue, how to reach Szofrit for one last desperate strike. Then the arm spoke again: «help. reach. feast.»

It raised of its own accord, stretching out like taffy. Up and up and up it extended, finding purchase at the edge of one of Szofrit's mechanical wings. The clawed ends of her seven-fingered hand curled into place like a grappling hook and locked into place. Then it began to reel her in, yanking Lana off the cosmic ground and hurtling her towards Szofrit like a rocket.

There was no time to be terrified. Only time to steel herself, and rear back to kick Szofrit as hard as beastfolkly possible.

Rolls

A1 → B1 (Ultra Hinder)

▪ Buff: +30 (Surging Pulse)

(F) Alter Hinder
You may distribute HP and SP damage however you'd like when you use Hinder and Ultra Hinder.
Langley

(BA) Alter Hinder
Deal an extra 10 SP damage when you attack.
Langley

Ultra Hinder
2d100 (44 + 20) + [50] + 5 + 5 + 10 + 30 = 164
164 SP damage
You are Vulnerable.
Guard Arts | Langley | 1745C3

Final damage:
Szofrit's HP: 164 damage

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 32129/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 970/970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: -25/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
Build Sheet

 

[Shadow]

107 / 175

Health
-187 (Szofrit's Attack)
88+19 HP (Revival Heal @Inari)

Status
▪ Location: C1
▪ Normal

Kiriya's consciousness flickered like a light switch. The transition between death and revival felt so incredibly long. Given how the UI was going in and out, there wasn't a prompt or any of such, Kiriya, not Shadow was alone in the void of nothingness.

He thought nothing.

Felt nothing.

No wish.

No want.

No desire.

No hope.

No loss.

No regret.

There was nothing.

And then he was back like nothing had happened.

Like someone had flipped his light back on, and with it, the sense of self poured back into the damaged container like a tidal wave. Every single cell that made Kiriya himself was firing.

His heart pounded hard. Tried its damnest to pump blood through the previously empty meat sack to wash away what he had just experienced.

Kiriya was a drowning victim struggling to stay afloat, to take one more breath.

That's when Shadow took over. The body's instinct made the gesture to activate the liquidated shadow to transcend pain and fear.

Kiriya hoped, but Shadow knew he wasn't going back. He rushed in. His heart dancing on the sword aimed at the floating visage of death.

Rolls

B2 → C1 (Counter)

▪ Buff: +24 (1)
▪ Save: +00
▪ Inspire: +00

(P) Corruption
(14 + 10) = 24
+24 to attacks, buffs, or heals. +12 to checks.
Corruption suppressed.
Corrupt | Shadow

Counter
1d100 (58) + [20] + 15 + 15 + 15 + 24 = 147
147 damage
Counter successful, 20 damage added!
Mitigate 10 damage on @Shadow
Hydromancy | Shadow | 1745C3

(BA) Duelist
+30 bonus damage when you attack an enemy in melee.
Shadow

Total Damage: 147 + 30 = 177 damage

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 31952/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 970/970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: -25/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
Build Sheet

 

[Yugam]

24 / 225

Explorers League

Health
-50 HP (Szofrit's Attack, Protected)
-10 HP (GSL Propulsar)

Status
▪ Location: A3

Everything changed again. Just the blink of an eye. The Starcalled were gathered in an arena, a cage, once more, and titans towered over them, their malevolent gazes promising no quarter for the desperate soldiers. If there was a dawn in this blank universe, it would be a red one.

Yugam sped past them all, familiar faces each and everyone. People he knew, some he'd only met in passing, or fought alongside with once or twice. Ghosts, all of them. Worse than that, ghosts of ghosts. Because he was dead already, wasn't he? He had only been a fragment of a memory in a corpse, and for all his power over life of death, he'd yet found a way to return the soul to the body, not even his own.

But he was so close. He knew it. Or it was simply the delusion of a madman. But what did it matter? Yugam would not allow anyone or anything to take away everything he'd worked so hard for. Not in this life, nor the next. He'd fight for it, tooth and nail.

It was only by happenstance that tendrils of blood that shot from Yugam's arm missed Erick, flowing around his body, bent by the domain of Space shot from the man's being, until they joined his own attack to crash against Nu's semi-mechanical form.

@Erick Stryker

Rolls

C3 → B3 → A3

▪ Buff: +00 (1)
▪ Save: +00
▪ Inspire: +00

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

Protect
1d100 (70) + 25 + 25 + 25 + 40 = 185
185 damage
Give 1 ally within range the Protected State
Erick Stryker
Hemomancy | Yugam | 1745C3

Protect (Disadvantage)
1d100 (31) + 25 + 25 + 25 + 40 = 146
146 damage
Give 1 ally within range the Protected State
Erick Stryker
Hemomancy | Yugam | 1745C3

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 31806/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 970/970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: -25/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
▪ Build Sheet

 

[Kamala Graham]

‧͙⁺˚･❀･˚⁺͙‧

Adventurers Guild

160 / 160

Health
+24 HP (Bradwynne’s Overheal)
-40 HP (Szofrit's Attack)
-10 HP (GSL Propulsar)
+00 HP (Mitigation)
+32 HP (Own Heal)
+13 HP (Regeneration)

Status
▪ Location: C1
▪ NOT Vulnerable
▪ NOT Protected

Kamala could only give Bradwynne a frightened nod as a gesture of her gratitude for the divine healing. She was too scared to speak, scared that the words that would come out of her mouth wouldn’t be hers but of the thousand or so insects panicking underneath her flesh. Ever since she died, her senses became overly sensitive, serving to rouse her paranoia easily. A moment’s respite from all the chaos and the confusion of the battle was more of a threat to her, a threat that something worse will inevitably happen.

Something worse always happens… I can’t just stand here and die! Working on that thought, she began to let her eyes wander around the battlefield, looking for her friends. If she was going to perish, she’d at least do so around the people who have helped her a lot in this game. Ayna... Chrys... Where are you guys? She was starting to give up when she finally found the purple-haired corpse on the ground.

"AYNA!"

Kamala screamed her friend’s name for the nth time just this month alone. Lesser folks would grow impatient at the goblin-in-a-girl’s-body’s penchant for throwing herself at anything and everything that threatened them, but Kamala worked with chickens and goats and a bunch of other like-minded critters that she had become too patient even for her own good. Quickly, she channeled her healing magic, praying to the spirits of nature to give her her friend back. She would probably just die again, but Kamala had to try.

The spirits answered her prayer, making her glow a lighter shade of green. Excess healing flowed from her and into the serpentine skeleton that was close by. One sight of the creature and Kamala gulped, almost crying in fear. N-No! Not now… Focus, Kamala! FOCUS! Kamala screamed in her head, drowning Ayna’s corpse with growing vines and shrubbery.

Rolls

C1 (Heal)

(F) Infuse
+15 HP to your regeneration, [defense], or [support] action's target(s).
Mend | Kamala Graham
+10 HP to @Ayna Nietzsche, +5 HP to @Jin

(F) Regeneration
(6 + 2 + 5) = 13
Regenerate 13 HP.
Mend | Kamala Graham
+13 HP to self

(BA) Revive
When you target a dead ally with a [support] action, bring them back to life at 50% HP and grant them the support effect.
Kamala Graham
+88 HP to @Ayna Nietzsche

AoE Heal
2d20 EX (17 + 7) + 25 + 20 + 25 = 94 / 3 (0 explosions)
+32 HP to 3 targets
AoE | Mend | Kamala Graham | 1745C3
+32 HP to self @Ayna Nietzsche @Jin

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 31806/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 970/970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: -25/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
Build Sheet

 

[Blader X]

Spoiler: Last Round stuff

Incoming Friendly

Counter
Mitigate 10 damage.
Arcanamancy | Blader X | 1745C2


Save: +10 (Alert)

(BA) Savior
Aura | Chrys
+25 to a Save Roll next cycle: Chrys Blader X Elizabeth Lixshine


Ultra Protect
Aura | Chrys | 1745C2
Protected State: Blader X Ueno Mizuki Elizabeth Lixshine


AoE Heal
+32 HP to 3 targets
AoE | Harmonic Magic | Seigi Ling Ling | 1745C2
Blader X, Seigi Ling Ling, Harper

91 / 100

Health
-0 HP (Szofrit's Attack)
-10 HP (GSL Propulsar)
+00 HP (Mitigation)
+14 HP (Heal)

Status
▪ Location: ???
▪ Vulnerable from XX
▪ Protected by XX

(@Chrys / @Seigi Ling Ling / @Harper / @Ueno Mizuki) Saluting Team Wilder

A fierce clash ensued, so fierce that words could not even describe how awesome Blader > and her bloodforged-over 30-seconds-bonded-companions were performing out there. I mean, she was pretty sure the wolf lady was fighting sans-heart in a not-metaphorical sense. In a brief respite, Blader > felt her hair get ruffled as the martial artist's (Harper) words of encourgement flowed through her. An attack came and for a moment Blader > thought she was dead again, but pocket sand of a mysterious grumpy kind guy (Chrys') somehow deflected it; Blader > thought it was ants but in a blinky haze, that too, Blader > realized was ancient history like herself. Then a relic spoke (Seigi) buying time as Blader > , no... Blader >c felt something she'd never felt before. Could this be what it was like to have allies? A twinkle was in her eye as the Blader X of old, an innocent little Blader out to master the blade slowly emerged from the wrappings of her diploma from the technical college of hard knocks.

"You know what? Maybe you're right Tiger Lady! Maybe I've been looking at this the wrong way! I get it now! Terrasphere is about being together! And though this game is hellish, stupid, moronic, and absolutely dumb, as long as we have each other, them maybe, just maybe, it's----"

*poof*

And then everyone was gone.

====

"Well that figures. Nice to dream I guess? WHAT THE HELL ROBOT LADY?! ARE YOU TRYING TO BREAK MY HEART ALONG WITH MY HEAD, YOU JERK?! GIVING ME MIND-PEOPLE-FRIENDS IS JUST LOW! BUT I'M USED TO IT BECAUSE I'VE HAD MIND-PEOPLE-FRIENDS FOR YEARS, AND ALLS I NEED IS CUBEY ANYWAY!!!"

That last yell popped out the 'c' part of Blader >c. Boop. That's right, though they were gone and Blader X was alone again like always, she was also back in action!

"Whir, whir, whir"

Cubey whired soothingly behind X as she patted her outdated tinker companion and nodded.

"I guess the plan's the same as always, blade, blade, and blade some more. Because that's what bladers do. I'm going to need your help for this one old friend."

"Whir, whir, whir"

"I knew I could count on you. Always. Okay Cubey just for old time's sake let's try dusting off flight mode!"

Blader X bent over and pumped the pumps of her Air Bladers as Cubey the companion friend tinker cube became something akin to an awesome jetpack. Then, Blader X overboosted along the ground at Szofirit.

The speed was intense, as hell happened all around them but Blader X and Cubey hung on as they climbed both velocity and airspace until nearing approach Blader X drew her blader blades in a perfect imitation of Jumpman.

"BLADER--------DUNKKKKKKKKKKKKK----------!"

Rolls

A2 → B1 → C1 (Counter)

▪ Buff: +00 (1)
▪ Save: +10 (Alert)
▪ Inspire: +00

(P) Overheal
When receiving heals or healing others, you or your allies may go 30 above their max HP.

Blader X

(F) Regeneration
(5 + 4) = 9
Regenerate 9 HP.

Mend | Blader X

(BA) Regeneration
Regain the rolled HP and grant an ally the same amount, or forgo your own regeneration and grant an ally double the rolled HP.
Shadow

+9 @Shadow

(F) Infuse
+10 HP to your renegation, [defense], or [support] action's target(s).

Mend | Blader X

+5 @Shadow +5 @Blader X

@Plutopia
Counter
1d100 (43) + [10] + 10 + 0 = 63
63 damage
Counter failed, 10 damage added.
No mitigation.
Arcanamancy | Blader X | 1745C3

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 31,743/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 970/970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: -25/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
Build Sheet[/Spoiler]

 

[Ayna Nietzsche]

⋇⊶⊰✦⊱⊷⋇

Adventurers Guild

117 / 175

Health
-20 HP (Szofrit's Attack)
-10 HP (GSL Propulsar)
+88 HP from Kamala’s REVIVE
+32 HP from Kamala’s Heal
+10 HP from Kamala’s Infuse
-13 HP from Cosmicbleed (Halved by Rover)

Status
▪ Location: A2
▪ Not Vulnerable
▪ Protected by Chrys

Ayna was dead. Again. Not that surprising really. Dying in this game was fast becoming her…jam. It wasn’t something she could experience out there, outside of this game, because then it would be final. In here, as far as she knew anyway, she could die over and over again. With little to no repercussions. No big deal, right? Heh. What of it?

Ayna was dead. Her body destroyed by Szofrit, blasted to oblivion. Or maybe that was an exaggeration. How long was she even dead? It wouldn’t have been more than an hour, maybe even less than five to ten minutes, because she was back, gasping for air, as if she had been drowning in all that black. Or in this case, green?

"なんてこった! That was intense!”

It seemed that it wasn’t just her who wasn’t done with Szofrit. Kamala, in particular, wasn’t done with Ayna, it seemed. Or should she have expected it already? After removing the vines and shrubbery all over her body, Ayna took one look at the elf, flashed her a smile, and slowly got back to her feet, already readying her spear even before addressing her savior.

"Weird weather we’re having at the end of the world, huh? Oooh, they’re hitting that thing! I’ll get back to you in a bit. Thanks for the heal! LEMME IN ON THAT ACTION, GUYS!”

And then she bolted, stopping next to Chrys, whom she didn’t even notice, immediately pointing her weapon at the Baby Magnum thing and blasting it with a piercing bolt of lightning. Bolted to bolt a bucket of bolts. Hilarious. She laughed maniacally, her mind temporarily freed, or rather distracted, from the rage of facing Szofrit again.

Rolls

B2 → A2 (Sharp)

(F) Momentum
(6 * 5) = 30 bonus momentum damage
Dynamism | Ayna Nietzsche

(P) Rover
All damage resulting from moving is halved.
Dynamism | Ayna Nietzsche

(BA) Rush
Double your total movement count this cycle.
Ayna Nietzsche | 1745C3
(F) Momentum
(6 * 5) = 30 bonus momentum damage
Dynamism | Ayna Nietzsche

Sharp
1d100 (68) + 50 + 30 + 30 = 178
178 damage
Dynamism | Ayna Nietzsche | 1745C3

30+178+30 = 238 total damage

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 31505/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 970/970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: -25/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
Build Sheet

 

[Nyx]

140 / 160

Health
- 50 HP ( highest threat, protected ) [ 141 > 91 ]
- 20 HP ( cycle damage ) [ 91 > 71 ]
- 10 HP ( GSL suck ) [ 71 > 61 ]
- 15 HP ( B1 hazard ) [ 61 > 46 ]
+ 32 HP ( Brad healing ) [ 46 > 78 ]
+ 62 HP ( Ludmilla healing ) [ 78 > 140 ]

Status
▪ Location Starting: B1
▪ Location Ending: A3

She never thought she'd miss the dumb fucking bounties Madison dragged her on. Catching criminals, carting them back to small towns and villages just off the main roadways, drinking shitty ale in dark taverns, and gambling with terrible NPCs that were programmed to lose. It was a hum-drum life, but it gave them coin and something to do.

In the moment that everyone reappears around her, when the screaming and crying rip through the void like glass shattering from a broken window, Nyx feels that loss significantly. She can't find the sheriff in the flurry of spells and weapons that flash by her face and over her head. She can't hear anything other than the chaos of running people and the ever-present grind of machinery on machinery. And for a scant moment, that loss spirals through her and her grip on her rapier falters.

She doesn't know what to do...

A sudden explosion from overhead immediately grabs her attention and the overpowering scent of campfire smoke, brimstone, gunpowder, and cordite hit her all at once. Her eyelashes flutter, she sways slightly to the left and then lilts back to the right while the tight uncertainty in her chest uncoils. She manages to suck in a great lungful despite the haze and oil in the air. And her fangs drop, nearly piercing her bottom lip.

"My favorite flame," she whispers, her hand suddenly steady around her weapon. She begins to move, her pace a light jog before she picks up speed, a giddy excitement surging through her as she hops from shadow to shadow, blinking in and out of existence until she's at the base of the serpentine monstrosity. She scales it quickly, easily, ignoring the sharp crack of another fracture, another wing twitching beneath her skin, the soft scrape of a mandible across the bones of her skull.

Her sword cuts through, but it isn't enough, not by half, and in the melee of it all, she loses him, the scent wanes, and a long, frustrated whine peeks past her lips. A voice screams at her, telling her to move, to run, and she does as instructed, darting across the field again with other Starcalled. One of many, a small bee in a hive.

Rolls

(F) Buff
+30 damage from B1 tile

Sharp
1d100 (20) + 40 + 15 + 15 + 30 = 120
120 damage
Pierce Weapons | Nyx | 1745c3

Movement: B1 > A2 > A3

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 31415 / 50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 970 / 970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333 / 333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: -25 / 333
▪ Nu SP: 333 / 333
Build Sheet

 

[Chrys]

《⋯《 ⋯ ❖ ⋯ 》⋯》

Adventurers Guild

70 / 300

Health
-20 HP (Szofrit’s Attack)
-10 HP (GSL Propulsar)

Status
▪ Location: A2
▪ NOT Vulnerable
▪ NOT Protected

Ugh, bloody hell, who invited these guys? One deranged robot boss was hard enough to fight, but now five of them? Chrys was never a fan of grinding in games. He had the mind to just leave right then and there, maybe play something else with less mechanics, like those stupid chess games on his phone. I need that money, though. But decided otherwise. For the greater good.

He had already snapped himself out of his reverie but the voice continued speaking. Damn. Whoever wrote that must be getting paid a lot of money. Chrys felt envious at the prospect of getting paid a lot of money but virtually uninterested at the grand spiel, the long-winded speech. Maybe if he was magia, or if he was getting paid to play the game or leak shit or something, maybe he would’ve cared more. But Chrys had a job and bills to pay and actual problems to deal with outside of this game. Chrys just needed to do what he could to survive this. Nothing deeper than that.

From out of nowhere, his eyes caught a flash somewhere close by. Chrys was a little surprised when he turned to find Ayna near him. He gave her a simple nod as a token of acknowledgment. Although he was glad to see her still alive, he had expected her to be dead already. After all, she didn’t have his beefy shielding prior to this meet-not-so-cute. The fact that she survived this long gave him hope that he could finally retire and stop babysitting her and her girlfriend or whatever.

"Ayna. I see you’re not dead, you purple-haired goblin girl."

Chrys held out his arms forward and willed a giant chunk of earth to float in front of him before hurling it straight at the Baby Magnum. When his earthen projectile turned to dust at the sheer impact, he brought the sand to swirl around @Sean Poteitoku and the newly revived Ayna, hoping to keep the latter alive longer still. It would be a miracle, but the God of Rocks was indifferent all the same.

Rolls

A2 (Protect)

▪ Save: +25

(BA) Savior
Give 3 targets within range 25 to a save roll next cycle.
Aura | Chrys
+25 to a Save Roll next cycle: @Chrys @Ayna Nietzsche @Sean Potato

Protect
1d100 (75) + 25 + 20 = 120
120 damage
Give 1 ally within range the Protected State
Aura | Chrys | 1745C3
Protected State: @Ayna Nietzsche

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 31265/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 970/970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: -25/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
Build Sheet

 

[Luthien]

78 / 200

  Explorers League   

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❰ Health ❱
-20 HP from Szofrit
-10 HP flat DMG from GSL
+49 HP from Single Heal

❰ Status ❱
Protected by @Ueno Mizuki
C3 (Actions) → B3→ A3

It had taken them a great amount of effort, ingenuity, and a little bit of luck—but they had clung on and survived regardless. Each blow caused her mind to ring louder and louder, forcing the elf to close her eyes even as a hand rose to her temple, before they were dropped right into the very cosmos themselves.

To some it might’ve been a surprising sight, but to Lúthien it felt no different from the plane of dreams she would often cross during deep slumbers, though the visual similarities between them were only shared in their skies. The ground was a wasteland of warped steel and sanguineous sands, the grains seeping and flowing freely over the edges from any direction that the ranger gazed out to, even as her very essence was slowly zapped away from her own spirit.

Nowhere to go, nowhere to hide—their only option was to fight.

Three titan now towered over them, accompanying the Mother of Machines, along with the familiar visage of the God Searing Light. "Rael if you have a plan, now would be the time to hear it—!" The hunter was moving before her words had finished, stunned crimson eyes looking at @Yugam‘s back in silence until her mind finally started up once more.

{ Ari?! }

His body was heavily bruised and battered, but it was clear his wounds reached deeper than just the superficial parts of him—evident by the trusted sword that still laid on the ground not far from her. The jikdo was carefully picked into her hands and held close, the grip of her fingers tight against the scabbard, before a quiet breath escaped slightly parted lips.

❰ Lyric Translations ❱​

Spoiler: Stella (Aureola)

"Stella luce in caelis, derigere superius..."

A gentle melody hummed within her chest, her eyes affixed to the hunter as he moved further away as the magic slowly channeled through her voice. It gave words to her wishes, the whispered lyrics tenderly carried by the breeze that swirled around the elven girl. Slowly they rose in volume and strength, carried higher by the wind and towards the cosmic sky—hoping beyond hope that perhaps they would reach high enough to capture the attention of The Alfather themselves, wherever they might be in this world.

"Stellula, non stillabis..." Her will guided the gust of wind as it crossed the distance between them, weaving and dancing through bodies and obstacles until it finally reached her reckless love further ahead. "... stella pulchra, te unica."

It swirled around him, the gentle breeze slowly infusing the energy into his tired body and aching limbs, even as the last echoes of her voice drifted away in the breeze. Her own wounds were also mended to a lighter extent, her gaze falling down to the blade she held close to her heart before a faint smile pulled at the corners of her lips.

"I’ll keep him safe for as long as I can, Unmei." She’d promised the spirit as much, though even without such a pact Lúthien’s priorities would’ve remained the same. This game had already claimed his life once, she would do everything in her power to keep it from claiming him again—even if it meant trading her own in his stead. "So, please, come back to us soon."

Winged steps carried the ranger closer towards him with ease, picking up the lone revolver along the way as she moved. Like a binary star bound to her partner Lúthien drew closer to him, unwilling to have the distance between them grow within the confines of this space… not when so much of it already existed back in their reality.

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Fight!
  ❰ Lúthien's PlaySheet ❱
  ▪ Szofrit HP: 31265/50000
  ▪ Szofrit SP: 970/970
  ▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
  ▪ Baby Magnum SP: -25/333
  ▪ Nu SP: 333/333

❰ Rolls & Summary ❱

❰ Bonus Action: Hyper Awareness ❱
+15 to attacks and buffs, +10 to heal per square of distance, starting from the square adjacent to you and ending on the target's.
Hyper Sense | Luthien

❰ Main Action: Single Heal ❱
2d20 EX (5 + 11) + 20 + 20 = 56 + 20 = 76 HP to @Yugam (0 explosions)
Harmonic Magic | Luthien | 1745C3

❰ Armor Ability: Twice ❱
You may perform 2 actions and 1 BA or 1 action and 2 BAs this cycle.
Luthien | 1745C3

❰ Main Action: Single Heal ❱
2d20 EX (5 + 4) + 20 + 20 = 49 HP to @Luthien (0 explosions)
Stuff | Luthien | Frontlines: FWD C2

 

[Bradwynne]

121 / 200

Health
-50 HP (Szofrit's Attack)
+4 HP (Regeneration)

Status
▪ Location: A1

More people came into view behind of Bradwynne, which made him felt more confident of their chances of defeating this formidable foe before them. They should still be cautious, but at least things will be easier with more people on the task. But although he had been more hopeful than before, the sight of a known Starcalled amongst the enemy, and a human at that, reminded him of the fate that they will face once they were defeated in this battle. And so he then focused himself on what should be done, and took note of every person around him, to know who should be healed immediately so that they could maintain the pace in defeating Szofrit. The appearance of her minions could ony mean that the robots were pulling all stops so that their Dissonant wishes will be unleashed upon the world.

He then looked at three people who he thought was in severe condition after that latest wide scale attack, and then, focusing on those three, he then cast a directed healing spell towards them so that they could fight for a much longer time. There were still more injured people far away from him, and so he then sprinted towards them so that they could also receive some healing.

Rolls

C1 (Heal) → A1
AoE Heal
2d20 EX (8 + 15) + 25 + 20 + 15 = 83 / 3 (0 explosions)
+28 HP to 3 targets (@Rael, @Fina Drago, @Nyx)
AoE | Divine Magic | Bradwynne | 1745C3

(F) Regeneration
(1 + 3) = 4
Regenerate 4 HP.
Mend | Bradwynne

(BA) Regeneration
Regain the rolled HP and grant an ally the same amount, or forgo your own regeneration and grant an ally double the rolled HP. (Retains current regen and the other one will be given to @Nyx)
Mend | Bradwynne

(F) Infuse
+10 HP to your renegation, [defense], or [support] action's target(s). (5 HP each given to @Rael and @Fina Drago)
Mend | Bradwynne

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 31265/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 970/970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: -25/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
Build Sheet

 

[Ueno Mizuki]

170 / 275

Health
-20 HP (Szofrit's Attack)
-10 HP (GSL Propulsar)

Status
▪ Location: B3
▪ Vulnerable from Ultra Protect
▪ Protected by @Ash Vargold

As the metal storm raged through the crimson forest Mizuki lowered her form to avoid the worst of it, practically hugging the ground even as the relentless assault wore away @Chrys's barrier. Feeling the deadly hurricane rip into her back she growled but held on until the danger abated and she could push herself back onto all fours, quickly looking around.

No longer were they in a small group: instead they were standing on a stage, all she knew and many more she didn't, and Szofrit was floating about, giving them another spiel which Mizuki had begun to tune out. A part of her was still paying attention in case the Mother of Machines said anything important, but most of it was filtered out as a deity's babbling.

I've suggested diplomacy more than once. Don't blame us for not rolling over and dying for your convenience!

The situation was definitely spinning out of control, but as her nose wrinkled she caught a familiar smell amidst the madness, one that demanded her immediate attention.

Glad to see you're still standing!

These words were shouted at @Cleo Looker, the wild-maned wolf showing a toothy grin as she saw that the lancer was looking better than most of the other combatants. It might have been better if Cleo was back on Earth where she was safe, but at least she was a reliable ally. Her heterochromatic gaze swept around to take in the sight of the various different enemies now assisting Szofrit as she seemed intent to put an end to this fight.

Perhaps just as important as Cleo's survival was the return of Mizuki's packmates. She didn't know where they had gone, but as the two large wolves rejoined their alpha Mizuki pushed herself up to stand on her hind paws and she placed her hands on their heads. Words weren't needed to communicate with these two, and there was no time anyway.

Her blood-fed trees had been largely worn away by the metal storm, but some of it still remained. Mizuki's eyes glowed as the blood she'd used to grow those trees was recalled, leaving behind only their shrivelled husks as red lines crawled across the ground to rejoin the beating heart in Mizuki's chest. From there they moved down her arms, flowing over her fingers to disappear inside the fur of her two packmates, both wolves remarkably calm considering the circumstances.

A calm which was replaced by a bloodthirsty growling as their fur slowly turned a dark red, bristling like a hedgehog's spines as their fangs grew bigger. Mizuki's clawed hands gripped their fur as she shared her bloodlust with her packmates, dropping back on all fours when the transformation was complete.

With a snarl the three wolves moved, splitting up as each had their own objective.

The first wolf headed over to @Cleo Looker and @Luthien, circling around them before turning his attention towards Nu, fangs bared and paws wide as if ready to pounce.

The second wolf headed over to @Luna Avalbane, joining the tigress and ready to follow her wherever she went. Along the way it would guard her against any attacks, its toughened fur a match for metal.

As for Mizuki, she dashed past all of them towards where Hard Plume stood, her heart beating faster in her chest as she sped up and closed the distance in a flash. Jumping up she raised one arm, bloody tendrils enveloping the limb and merging with the flesh, forming a large, vicious claw. Not meant to grapple or to cling, but to rip and tear.

Bringing her claw down the sharp talons carved a series of parallel lines across the machine's body, deeper than any steel sword would have been capable of. However, Mizuki wasn't ignorant of the weapon her enemy was holding, so before she could face retaliation she spun around, planted her hind paws on Hard Plume's flank, and launched herself backwards to land on all fours as her claw returned to normal.

Rolls

A2 (Ultra Protect) → B3

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(BA) Shield
Mitigate 15 incoming damage to yourself or a [defense] action target.
Ueno Mizuki

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Ultra Protect
1d100 (20) + 25 + 25 = 70
70 damage
Give 3 allies within range the Protected State. You are Vulnerable.
Metamorph | Ueno Mizuki | 1745C3

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Protecting @Cleo Looker
Protecting @Luna Avalbane
Protecting @Luthien
Shielding @Cleo Looker for 10 HP Mitigation
Shielding @Luthien for 5 HP Mitigation

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 31195/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 970/970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: -25/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
Build Sheet

 

[Cleo Looker]

121 / 200

Health
-40 HP (Szofrit's Attack)
-5 HP (GSL Propulsar)
+10 HP (Mitigation) from @Ueno Mizuki
+23 HP (Heal) from Self

Status
▪ Location: A3
▪ Protected by @Ueno Mizuki

It was the sound of her girlfriend's voice that told Cleo that she was no longer shackled to that small group that she'd been trapped with, turning to take a quick look at the wolf woman even as the world seemingly fell apart around them, a warmth filling her soul to see that Mizuki was okay. Or at least, relatively okay, if she was capable enough of shouting out and sending wolves off to protect people.

Cleo herself figured she'd snap off to one corner of the battlefield and take stock of everything that was happening, gritting her teeth as her body complained about the damage that it had taken again. She brushed that off, though, watching as people gathered and dispersed.

First off, she had her own wounds to deal with, a small application of Chronomancy causing them to rewind, unwounding herself.

Then, she spotted @Vina Skysong in the fray. Cleo frowned and in her hands materialized a light blue spear. Was it a spear, or was it the hand of a clock? Either way, she hefted it and loosed it, launching it at the vixen, next to whom it would land and begin to wash her with the soothing power of Chronomancy, unwounding her.

And then another target, whom she'd never met before. Another cyan spear-like clock hand appeared in her hands as she took aim at @Zelrius and launched it, the weapon of time slamming into the ground behind him and tethering itself to him, rewinding his wounds.

And her eyes continued to scan the battlefield. It was all she could do.

Rolls

B3 → A3 (Heal)

(BA) Extension
You have +2 range this cycle.
Cleo Looker

AoE Heal
2d20 EX (2 + 17) + 25 + 25 = 69 / 3 (0 explosions)
+23 HP to @Cleo Looker @Vina Skysong @Zelrius
AoE | Chronomancy | Cleo Looker | 1745C3

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 31195/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 970/970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: -25/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
Build Sheet

 

[Luna Avalbane]

160 / 270

Health
-35 HP (Szofrit's Attack)
-10 HP (GSL Propulsar)

Status
▪ Location: A2
▪ Vulnerable from Ultra Protect
▪ Protected by @Ueno Mizuki

Everything was chaos.

Luna wasn't sure what to make of anything. One moment she'd been withstanding that spear of laser or light that the giant machine woman had thrown at her, her arms crossed in front of her chest as her Aura flared to defend her from it. The next moment, there were suddenly FAR more people around and fighting than there had been a minute ago.

And now there was a wolf next to her?

Hopefully it wasn't planning on eating her whenever this machine lady finally succeeded at killing her...

Well, there wasn't anything to do about that now, anyway. There were bigger problems to deal with than some large wolf standing at her side. Frankly, the wolf's presence was more of a comfort than an actual worry.

Either way, her feet were carrying her forward, away from her temporary team, who were honestly probably not going to last. Especially the redhead guy with all of the fire.

Still, seeing the small girl with the sword, she figured she'd leave, sprinting forwards as she began to just push her Aura as large and as wide as she could, thinning it but allowing it to wash over others.

It washed over her only remaining friend, @Vina Skysong and wrapped around her like a blanket. It wrapped around a fellow feline (@Fina Drago) and clung to her body like armor. It wrapped around @Kyanna Wynne and flowed around her, like a dome of power that protected her from the outside world.

And it lashed out at any threats that dared to get too close.

Rolls

A3 → A2 (Ultra Protect)


Ultra Protect
1d100 (64) + 25 + 15 = 104
104 damage
Give @Vina Skysong @Fina Drago @Kyanna Wynne within range the Protected State. You are Vulnerable.
Aura | Luna Avalbane | 1745C3

(F) Guardian
Mitigate 15 damage from @Vina Skysong
Aura | Luna Avalbane

(BA) Savior
Give @Vina Skysong @Kyanna Wynne @Fina Drago +25 to a save roll next cycle.
Aura | Luna Avalbane

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 31091/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 970/970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: -25/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
Build Sheet

 

[Aerial]

172 / 175

Health
-40 HP (Szofrit's attack)
-10 HP (GSL Propulsar)
+30 HP (healed by @Imoogi)
+61 HP (healed by @Omega Redux)

Status
▪ Location: B3
▪ Protected by @Omega Redux

It's a small world after all. Who would have thought she'd stumble upon a person she learned to call friend outside of Terrasphere? A welcomed sight for the distressed gamer. Which, truthfully, was quite the selfish reaction given the deadly predicament in which stumbled upon her friend. She should be devastated to see a precious friend amidst this chaos.

"Hey, newbie, this ain't solo queue. You gotta learn to be a team player if you're gonna survive here." She could hear his voice clearly. Hah. That fucker still nagged at her even when he was gone. Dayeon, Zelrius, Rosaldo - how had she realized the new team she'd slowly been amassing? For now, she needed to return to them which meant Szofrit needed to be annihilated. The Mother of Machines could very well be the key to unlocking her initial purpose but... Fuck that. Aerial could find them without the help of a genocidal psychopath.

The God-Searing Light continued to be the woman's greatest foe as she felt its familiar laser sear into her flesh. She glared at... Well, the sky. She hadn't a clue where the machine was hidden away. So, instead, she focused her sights on two familiar faces that rose from the debris: Hard Plume and Baby Magnum.

"Huh. I could've sworn there were three of you. I gotta wonder... what happened to the eldest sister?"

Aerial needed to play safe which meant not drawing attention to herself.. but she couldn't help it. This all started with the sisterly trio and their death ray. They were the ones who put a counter over her head. Or, that's what she said to herself. If she hadn't cleaved the way then Thunderstruck would've exploded and killed her along with the others. At least, that's what she told herself. Deep down, though, she questioned if that had been the real reason.

Fleet footwork danced around Hard Plume until an opening could be found. There! A burst of sharp wind sought to slice through machinery.

As she struggled to find a moment's respite, a moment to gather her thoughts and devise a strategy to stay alive, a voice caught her attention. Fast-reflexes managed to catch @Imoogi's flash before it shattered against the ground. A healing potion? Well, either that or some deadly poison that would kill her but the player seemed to be on their side. Unlike that Nu girl that players seemed to know but were cruelly denied.

"Thanks!"

After safely finishing the first potion, a second drink was offered by an (adorable) water balloon sent by @Omega Redux. Unlike the first heal, this one was packaged in an interesting container that resembled a pop can from the outside world. Well, at least she knew it was safe(-ish) to drink considering it incorporated details that only a player would know.

Besides, she'd been dying for a sugary drink. She nearly swooned over the sound of the fizzling carbonation when she opened the can. Aerial wasted no time in chugging the drink.

... Only to find the taste void of any sugary goodness.

She held up the can, squinting at the fine print. "Sugar-free". Of course. What vile monster could be behind this tastebud destruction? Like, she was appreciative of the heal but.. Sugar-free? Really?

---

Rolls

Movement: C3 - B3

(F) Momentum
(4 * 5) = 20 bonus momentum damage

Dynamism | Aerial

Sharp Attack
1d100 (96) + 30 + 15 + 20 = 161
161 damage

Aeromancy | Aerial | 1745C3

161 HP damage to accumulated health bar.

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 30930/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 970/970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: -25/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
Build Sheet

 

[Vina Skysong]

103 / 180

Health
-40 HP (Szofrit's Attack)
-10 HP (GSL Propulsar)
+23 HP (Heal - @Cleo Looker)
+10 HP (Regeneration - @Vina Skysong)
+15 HP (Mitigation - @Luna Avalbane)

Status
▪ Location: A1
▪ Protected by @Luna Avalbane

Whether it was sheer luck or the fruits of their efforts, Vina was relieved when she and her friends managed to weather Szofrit's onslaught without any casualties. That said, the fight was far from over, and as the scenery changed once again her heart sunk as she saw that they now had several opponents to deal with. Worse, Szofrit's rhetoric was only becoming more condemning and spiteful. Even as optimistic as Vina was, she had to admit that by this point it seemed the only way to get out of this alive would be to face the Mother of Machines in battle.

And even then, there was no certainty that the decision to fight would be enough.

Even as the escalation of the fight made fear crawl back into her mind, the sight of everyone else soothed her and cleared her mind. Victory seemed far away, but for now at least they could stand together against a diseased god who was determined to put them all down. Far from ideal, but the playful vixen would rather focus on the positives than let herself be terrorised by the negatives.

Her previous song came to an end, her bow halting on the strings of her violin as she tried to stay out of harm's way for now, azure eyes going from one ally to the next. No one was left unharmed, but she didn't have enough strength to heal everyone. Her own wounds made her stagger, but before she could consider healing herself to better assist her allies a spear made of blue light landed next to her. A faint ticking resounded in her ears, and with the sound the pain that spread throughout her lessened as her wounds were turned back in time. The severity of her injuries made it impossible to undo all of Szofrit's malice in one go, but it still meant that she was no longer approaching death's door.

The soothing light that washed over her next, covering her as if to ward her off from the horrors that surrounded her, further strengthened her psyche. She sought out the two who had chosen to protect the songstress with her gaze, giving @Luna Avalbane and @Cleo Looker a bright, grateful smile. There would be time later to thank them in full, but for now she could only convey her feelings through her music.

Filtering the sounds of the battlefield through her sensitive ears she picked up the songs of three people who she could help, close enough for the full strength of her music to reach them:

@Hanno Futaba, the brave knight who would always stand on the frontlines between his friends and whatever danger lay ahead.

@Sean Poteitoku, the man who persistently risked his everything for the sake of being a hero who could inspire and lead others.

@Seigi Ling Ling, the heroine who shone like the sun even in the deepest dark, a beacon for all who rejected Szofrit's promises of annihilation.

She considered healing those closest to her, but even she had to be pragmatic in times like these. Her friends were strong, they could survive without her song holding them up. As such, she began to play another song, matching her rhythm with that of the winds that swirled chaotically throughout this space so she could guide them according to her whim, spreading her performance throughout the battlefield. She might not be able to heal everyone, but she could at least remind them that hope still existed, that as they stood together they could survive even these trials put before them by the divine machine.

Spoiler: Melody

Rolls

A1 (AoE Heal)

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▪ Save: +25

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(F) Infuse
+15 HP to your regeneration, [defense], or [support] action's target(s).
Mend | Vina Skysong

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(F) Regeneration
(1 + 6 + 3) = 10
Regenerate 10 HP.
Mend | Vina Skysong

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(BA) Regeneration
Regain the rolled HP and grant an ally the same amount, or forgo your own regeneration and grant an ally double the rolled HP.
Vina Skysong

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AoE Heal
2d20 EX (11 + 17) + 25 + 20 + 25 = 98 / 3 (0 explosions)
+33 HP to 3 targets
AoE | Harmonic Magic | Vina Skysong | 1745C3

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Healing @Hanno Futaba for 38 HP
Healing @Sean Poteitoku for 48 HP
Healing @Seigi Ling Ling for 38 HP

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 30930/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 970/970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: -25/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
Build Sheet

 

[Alcea]

93 / 160

Health
-20 HP (Szofrit's Attack)
-10 HP (GSL Propulsar)
+23 HP (Power Heal from @Rael)

Status
▪ Location: ???

Honestly, Alcea wasn't sure if she was getting old but she could have sworn that most fights years weren't as hectic. Sure, screaming mass of people, blood, magic and fire everywhere but rarely did things change as much as they had so far. From the laser blasts, to Szofrit hurling chunks of steel and buildings, to the bombardment from whatever was going on in northwest, Alcea could just barely keep up with the rapidly changing pace of the fight.

The small team she was with was broken up already, lost to the chaos of the battlefield. Wherever they were, she hoped they were fine. She needed to focus on the now, however. She hunkered down, considering her next move. The cavalry-esque robot with a big gun looked to be a good place to start. From what she knew about cavalry, it'd do a lot of damage if it got a clean hit off so she decided to try and disrupt its plans.

Grabbing hold of two fragments, noting with concern that she was rapidly running out, she drew out the cosmic energy within. Then, she smashed the two miniature stars together and made it Hard Plume's problem by throwing the rapidly deteriorating gravity well at it. With that done, she took a moment to take a breather and take stock of her resources.

It wasn't looking good. She'd need to play it more conservative from now on.

Rolls

C3 → B3 -> A3

▪ Buff: +15

(BA) Auto Assist
+15 to attacks, heals, buffs, checks, contributions, and saves.
Alcea

Hinder
1d100 (81) + [15] + 10 + 5 + 15 = 126
126 SP damage
Arcanamancy | Alcea | 1745C3

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 30930/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 970/970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 206/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: -25/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
Build Sheet

 

[Ishtar]

95 / 140

Health
-50 HP (Szofrit's Attack)
+19 HP (Self Heal)
+23 Damage [1/3]
+15 Damage Mitigation (@Hanno Futaba)
+25 Saves (@Hanno Futaba)
Slowed! -1 Movement

Status
▪ Location: C2 >> B3
▪ Not Vulnerable
▪ Not Protected

Just like that, everything changed again. The flow of the battle shifted and the wanna-be saintess was sent hurtling into yet another predicament. She whipped her head around, trying to get her bearings and found that the rest of the people that had come to the battlefield were all present now. Her eyes fell on Szofrit ahead of her and she clicked her tongue internally. No way she was getting any closer to that bitch. She glanced backward and spotted yet another issue directly behind her. Not far from there was a spot that looked less shitty than any of the other possible locations.

She spread her wings and grunted, something in the air making it feel like she was moving through molasses. Forcing a bit of strength into her wings she kicked off the ground and retreated, rushing backwards towards the rear of the battlefield to get a better vantage as well. Her eyes scanned her surroundings while the damage built up on her body. A laceration on her shoulder caused her to wince and she shot for the ground, landing blessedly on her feet.

Slamming the pole of her bardiche into the ground she steadied herself and took stock of who needed healing. Not knowing exactly who to target, she left it for her mastery to decide. She held out a hand and began to recite the hymn of restoration, letting the golden flames of healing leap out from her body in two directions and landing on two of those enganged in this latest step in the fight for their lives. With her healing done she darted back a few more meters, putting herself in as safe a spot as possible.

She didn't curse her luck or her own stupidity anymore, she could do that later. For now she needed all of her focus if she was to survive.

Rolls

C2 → B3

AoE Heal
2d20 EX (10 + 17) + 10 + 5 + 15 = 57 / 3 (0 explosions)
+19 HP to 3 targets @Attia Patal @Chrys @Cadmean
AoE | Harmonic Magic | Attia Patal | 1745c2

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 30930/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 970/970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 206/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: -25/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
Build Sheet

 

[Fina Drago]

‎

113 / 175

Health
-00 HP (Szofrit's Attack) | 20 damage mitigated
-10 HP (GSL Propulsar)
-25 HP (Cosmicbleed)
+20 HP (Mitigation) | 5 mitigation leftover
+33 HP (Heal) | from Bradwynne

Status
▪ Location: B3
▪ Protected by Luna Avalbane
▪ Saviour preparing | from Luna Avalbane
▪ Buff expended | from Tick Tock

Standing in the endless void and being surrounded by suicidal maniacs and freaks was just Fina's luck, wasn't it? Yes, half of the team was charging toward their death while at least trying to inflict as much damage as they could on their enemy, never mind the fact that Szofrit seemed practically indestructible! Although what @Alecto screamed managed to take Fina aback quite a bit. "M-making someone your pet?! What the hell... and why does that turn me on...?!?"

Of course, before anything else could be said or done, the crimson magia's assault began once more. And while Fina's choice to stand back helped her ward off everything that was thrown at her, she still felt her life slipping away, as if something was draining her. She looked up and saw it all... they were no longer in the void. "What the fu- OW!" There was no time to admire her new surroundings as something strange was happening with the air around her. As if the cosmos itself was trying to bleed her dry.

As she started heading out toward what seemed like the closest safe location, @Bradwynne, and @Luna Avalbane enacted their support from afar. Even if they were strangers, the feline at least offered them a wave of a hand and tried to commit their faces to memory so she could thank them later. 'Allies, now this is what I'm talking about! Actual support, none of that fighting alone in the dark bollocks~' Summoning herself a weapon, she looked to the side where another enemy seemed to be. Some manner of mechanical construct?

It didn't matter what it was; people were clearly trying to take it down, so Fina took aim as soon as she was close enough and chucked two curved swords she had forged. It seemed too tough to be effectively damaged by conventional weaponry, which only made the girl's Mystic Forge shine all the more. Both of the weapons impaled some of the exposed weapon systems, disabling them either entirely or partially. 'Shouldn't be able to do much damage now... alright, gotta protect myself as well.' It was a strategy that worked so far, so the girl didn't hesitate to bring forth astral shields to ward off any incoming attacks against herself.

Rolls

B2 → B3 (Hinder)

▪ Buff: +26 (1) → +00 (1)
▪ Save: +25
▪ Inspire: +00

Hinder
1d100 (6) + [15] + 25 + 25 = 71
71 SP damage
Arcanamancy | Fina Drago | 1745C3

Note: Forgot to include buff from the previous cycle in the roll code, making this 71 + 26 = 97 SP damage

(Medium Armor Ability) Twice
You may perform 2 actions and 1 BA or 1 action and 2 BAs this cycle.
Fina Drago | 1745C3

Hinder
1d100 (89) + [15] + 25 + 25 = 154
154 SP damage
Arcanamancy | Fina Drago | 1745C3

(BA) Shield
Mitigate 15 incoming damage to yourself or a [defense] action target.
Fina Drago

(F) Alter Hinder
You may distribute HP and SP damage however you'd like when you use Hinder and Ultra Hinder.
Fina Drago | 1745C3

Alter Hinder distribution: total 251 SP damage → 207 SP damage & 44 HP damage to Hard Plume

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 30886/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 970/970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 0/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: -25/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
▪ Build Sheet