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

Kyanna Wynne · Feb 25, 2023

155 / 200

Health
Cycle 3 DMG Phase (Protected)
-10 HP (GSL Propulsar)
-20 HP (Hymn of Steel¹)
-20 HP (Hymn of Steel²)
~~-30~~ -15 HP (Shell Whip - Protected)
-20 HP (Genocide Moon)
+15 HP (Mitigation - @MAI)
Cycle 4 (Normal)
-33 HP (Corruption)
+25 current and max HP (Healthy Passive swapped in)
+40 HP (@MAI)
+10 HP (Mitigation - @MAI)
+42 HP (@Cadmean)
+43 HP (@Cleo Looker)

Status
▪ Location: 5
▪ +47 Inspiration
▪ Fungi Witch

Kyanna's eyes widened having the brief sight of @Tick Tock being killed moments before @MAI wrapped her in a protective embrace, blinding her from the rest of the sight, and being shielded from the incoming debris that only made Kyanna's heart tighten in fear and concern.

"Mai! Wai- Argh-!" Kyanna yelped, with the destruction crushing their surroundings, and yet, Mai was there to protect her, at the cost of her own well being.

The witch's expressions trembled in concern, but there was no time to grieve any loss, nor from Tick or Tock, nor to try and find Eva, who could be anywhere in that hell. The flight was quick and directly, with the grip around Kyanna finally loosening as she finally set her feet on the ground, breathing exhausted as she leaned against the egg that MAI was working on.

"This... What is this..? The Golden Egg?" Kyanna sighed, side glancing the giant egg, then glancing down at MAI.

That was the egg they were seeking for? The sight was magnificent, and if they weren't going through near death experiences one after another, Kyanna would've loved to look at it with more care.

While MAI worked on the egg, her eyes slowly shifted to @Cadmean, seeing the woman assisting her on her wounds, and offering her a warm smile, similarly to @Cleo Looker, who had come to her aid as well, followed by @Ueno Mizuki's inspiring aura. The exhaustion felt like fading, not only because of the healing, but also because of the confidence those that helped her inspired-- And Kyanna wished to return it.

"I will do it, Mai... Keep taking care of the egg..." She responded, looking at her magia friend with a determined expression, before tightening her grip around her staff and taking a deep breath as a faint air would pass by @Magi Heart, @Schilva Flasch, @Bradwynne, @Asher, @Creature and @Cadmean.

❰ Corrupt - Core Drain ❱

The spores took over their surroundings, soon swirling back in the direction of Kyanna's staff, with gashes and deep wounds opening in her own body, just to as quickly be engulfed by the fungal layer that began spread across her flesh. It covered her skin, closing the wounds that she had drained to herself right away.

Her skin was no longer as smooth as the usual, with a carapace of fungi starting to cover her, dripping with spores and a faint mist as her skin grew paler and paler, and her eyes became opaque.

Suddenly, pain didn't feel as exerting as before.

Rolls

7 → 8 → 5 (AoE Heal + Cure)

(P) Corruption
(1 + 20 + 12) = 33
+33 to heals.
Corruption advances, lose 33 HP...
Corrupt | Kyanna Wynne | 1745C4

(BA) Cure
(5 + 2) = 7 conditions cured.
2 to @Magi Heart, 2 to @Schilva Flasch, & 2 to @Asher, 1 to @Bradwynne
Kyanna Wynne | 1745C4

AoE Heal
2d20 EX (3 + 17) + 20 + 15 + 20 + 33 + 30 + 47 = 185 / 3 (0 explosions)
+62 HP to @Cadmean, @Magi Heart & @Creature
AoE | Animancy | Kyanna Wynne | 1745C4

Together as One: @MAI

Tactical Rally: Swapped Inspire/Haste Action for Healthy Passive

Limit Breaker: 185 Heal + 7 Condition Cure = 192 Contribution

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 28444/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 880/940
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: 333/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
▪ Limit Break: 4770/10000 (Numbers soft audited)
Build Sheet

Aerial · Feb 26, 2023

Maternal love. What a foreign concept. An idea her mortal, human mother couldn't understand yet was expressed perfectly by an agglomeration of metal and digital code. The previously calm and neutral Szofrit became enraged when the Gold Egg was suggested as a defense against its own creator.

"Cowardly? That's a funny word coming from someone who hacked magia in order to turn friends against friends."

Her tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth as her eyes naturally rolled at the hypocritical statement. Szofrit used any means necessary to achieve her goal so it was only natural that they would do the same. Aerial was prepared to skewer her "motherly instincts" if necessary. Unlike other players, she had no connection to the metallic egg. Even if she did.... sacrificing the unborn whatever-the-fuck wouldn't have been an issue. It was practical thinking: one life compared to the lives of many.

The desire grew as she watched the flames belonging to @Zelrius being snuffed out while a lance sought to break through @Lune's armor. And then there was @Jin... who, being the masochistic cockroach that he was, appeared to be enjoying and thriving in this environment. Nonetheless, their forces and people she personally knew (instead of some damned egg) were struggling.

Unfortunately, the small snippets of conversation she overheard earlier suggested that other players wouldn't think the same. With golden omelets out of the picture, she focused her sights on Szofrit. The bitch wouldn't even toy with the idea Aerial presented earlier. "Why should you leave if we cannot?" or some other bullshit had been spewed.

Her knuckles turned white as she tightened the grip on her spear. Dragging the weapon along the ground, the woman lightning-stepped from zone to zone. The howling of the wind increased with each step until the woman was surrounded by a tornado. From the eye of the storm, a finger pointed toward Szofrit.

The tempest roared to life and tore a path of destruction. Rather, it would have if familiar ethereal butterflies hadn't hijacked the previously unruly storm. @Rael's summons pollinated the winds with healing powder. Glowing in an otherworldly light, the storm healed any it touched. Before they departed, the butterflies redirected the vortex once more - this time back toward its intended destination.

Aerial offered the healer a grateful look. To be completely honest, she'd forgotten about the possibility of friendly fire. Friendly wind? Friendly gales of force that'd knock you on your ass and clobber you with debris? Yeah, something like that. As the tornado began to finally wreak havoc, Aerial retreated back toward the Gold Egg.

She hovered gingerly above the golden egg, nearly perched upon it. The giant egg might as well have been a gold-coated aegis considering the protection it provided. Or, the protection it should provide. At any moment's notice, Aerial would use lightning or other tactical maneuvers to ensure that any attack wouldn't be able to snipe the woman without endangering their precious egg.

And, if needed, Aerial would not hesitate to hold the egg "hostage" or threaten to scramble it if enemies even thought about touching her. (Or, y'know, maybe the damn egg would hatch into something useful).

Rolls

Movement: 8 → 5→ 2 → (Rover) → 5

coordinating with @Rael

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

Dynamism | Aerial

(BA) Rover
You may move → act → move this cycle.

Aerial

Multi AttacK
1d100 (8) + 15 + 10 + 20 + 30 &
1d100 (72) + 15 + 10 [ ( + 20 + 30 ) * 1.5 ]
205 damage
You are Vulnerable.

Aeromancy | Aerial | 1745C4

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

Aerial | 1745C4

Multi Attack
1d100 (17) + 15 + 10 + 20 &
1d100 (37) + 15 + 10 [ ( + 20 + 30 ) * 1.5 ]
190 damage
You are Vulnerable.

Aeromancy | Aerial | 1745C4

Escalation. Szofrit's defense has dropped due to her protection of the Red Egg. Any attack that targets her directly gains +40 bonus damage. - Activated twice for 80 bonus damage.

205 + 190 + 80 = 475 damage

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 27969/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 880/940
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: 333/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
▪ Limit Break: 5245/10000
Build Sheet (swapped counter/ultra counter for rover)

Imoogi · Feb 25, 2023

Somewhere in the madness of the storm of steel and spinning buzzsaws, Imoogi had lost most of her potions. She still had her kit, but she'd spent most of her reagents on the way here. And with so many magia and the big life-force vacuum above them, she didn't know if there was anything that would be potent enough to work here...

And then @Ueno Mizuki, that frustratingly cool wolf lady that thought the pacifist route was a good idea, handed her a strand of hair, and she didn't even have to taste it to know that this, this was exactly what she needed.

"...thanks." She tried to sound cool and aloof about it, but there was no hiding the note of excitement in her voice as she pulled out a small flask of acid. She carefully uncorked it and dropped the hair into the bottle. Blood and essence both gave up its essence, dying the mixture a deep red.

Imoogi watched carefully, waiting for the hair to fully dissolve and the fuming to slow, and then dumped it into a healing potion. The two mixtures sputtered and sparked before it finally settled, still dyed the red of blood.

She gave it a taste, and hissed as the acidity stung her tongue, but she could already feel the wounds from Szofrit's storm closing. She grinned widely, then looked around the area. She walked up to @Chrys and shoved the bottle into his hands.

"Here! It's a strong one, be careful!"

Starcalled loved experimenting, right? And if this worked, she'd have some great data.

She gave him a mocking salute, then turned her attention to Nu(@Lady N). Her needles weren't nearly strong enough to pierce that metal armor, unfortunately.

That was okay. Imoogi had grenades!

As she retreated to the center of the battlefield, she flung them at Nu. Quite a few exploded uselessly on the ground, but a few managed to strike true as she retreated, releasing stinging clouds of gas wherever they hit.

Rolls

8 (Heal, Twice, Reckless) → 5
Tactical Rally: Swap Boost, Mobile for Risky, Wild

▪ Inspire: +47

(BA) Cure
(2 + 2) = 4 conditions cured.
Imoogi

Removing 2 stacks of Deep Wound from @Chrys
Removing 2 stacks of Deep Wound from Self

Heal
2d20 EX (15 + 13) + 15 + 10 + 47 = 100 (0 explosions)
+100 HP to 1 target
Alchemy | Imoogi | 1745C4

+30 from Deathstream Flow
+30 from Together as One

160 total healing on @Chrys

(Medium Armor Ability) Twice
You may perform 2 actions and 1 BA or 1 action and 2 BAs this cycle.
Imoogi | 1745C4

Reckless Attack
3d100 (18 + 84 + 5) + 15 + 10 = 132
132 damage
You are Vulnerable.
Shadow Arts | Imoogi | 1745C4 | Disadvantage

132 damage to Szofrit

292 added to Limit Break

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 27837/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 880/940
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: 333/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
▪ Limit Break: 5537/10000
Build Sheet

Asher · Feb 25, 2023

95 / 205

health
- 50 HP ( cycle update ) [ 145 > 95 ]
~~- 25 HP ( location 4 hazard )~~ [ negated by Maneuver ]
~~x2 Deep Wounds~~ [ cured by Kyanna ]

Status
▪ Starting Location: 2 ( mitigation negated )
▪ Ending Location: 5

The world fractures one more and like water thrown from a bucket, so too do the Starcalled scatter. They are pulled this way and that, shouts lifting into the air, cries bombarding eardrums, spells fizzling and firing every which way. Asher swallows, his eyes wide, his heart pounding in his throat and his muscles sore.

But there was still work to be done. A Lion's job was never done, not really. There was always someone else to save, another person to assist, one more wrong that he could right.

And he does so by attending to those stuck where they shouldn't be. His charge was that of a woman that would probably enjoy biting his head off more than being helped, all things considered. "I'm not stopping you from your vengeance!" he tells her while heaving her up. "This isn't a rescue, just a...a...assistance! The healers can get you patched up and then you can wreck shit all you want."

Movement: A > 4 > 5

Rolls

Emergency Response - Childress
1d100 (14) + 15 = 29
Awareness | Asher | 1745c4

(BA) Maneuver
Ignore difficult terrain and all movement-based damage this cycle.
Metamoprh | Asher

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 27837 / 50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 880 / 940
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333 / 333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: 333 / 333
▪ Nu SP: 333 / 333
▪ Limit Break: 5566 / 10000

▪ Build Sheet ( swapped alert for hinder )

Kamala Graham · Feb 25, 2023

Kamala could only scream as Szofrit bombarded her and several others with those humongous ship-shards, her eyes unable to stay open at the excessive violence around her. When she opened them again, a nature spirit was trying to calm her down, floating right in front of her eyes. When she appeared fine, it dissipated into spores of green, allowing Kamala to have a look around her. The elf found that things had somewhat changed, and new allies who seemed worse for wear were suddenly around her. Oh, goodness…

After Zelrius dropped her elsewhere, she caught sight of familiar friends and new ones. Kamala quickly channeled her healing magic, asking the nature spirits that she had bonded with for help. The finicky sprites immediately fluttered over to Ayna, healing her as best as they could, having grown a liking to the magia's chaotic lightning.

It was that very lightning that not only excited the spirits themselves but also their blessing, with their excess healing flowing over to Chrys and Ludmilla, the latter's deep wounds dissipating as well. Holding on to her spell, the elf screamed her friend’s name, urging her to do what she does best, hoping her faith in her abilities would increase the magia's morale.

"AYNA! RUN! RUN, AYNA! RUN!"

With the purple-haired Lightning Lancer of the Lament surging forward to meet Szofrit head-on, Kamala did the same, but the elf had to stop where the rest were, hoping to heal more people as soon as possible. The war was far from over, obviously. There were more casualties to be had. Kamala wondered if she would be enough to delay the inevitable, if all their effort would be enough to defeat Szofrit. It has to be…right?

Rolls

Moved by Zelrius from 3 to 8 (Heal) → 5

(F) Regeneration
(4 + 3 + 4) = 11
Regenerate 11 HP.
Mend | Kamala Graham

(BA) Cure
(5 + 2) = 7 conditions cured.
Kamala Graham

AoE Heal
2d20 EX (10 + 15) + 25 + 20 + 25 + 30 + 30 = 155 / 3 (0 explosions)
+52 HP to 3 targets
AoE | Mend | Kamala Graham | 1745C4 | Together As One | Deathstream Flow

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

Regeneration: +11 HP to self
Cure: -2 Deep Wounds from Ludmilla
AoE Heal: +52 HP each to Chrys Ayna Ludmilla
Infuse: +5 HP each to Chrys Ayna Ludmilla

Limit Break: 11+7+155+15 = 188 total contribution

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 27837/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 880/940
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: 333/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
▪ Limit Break: 5754/10000
Build Sheet

Magi Heart · Feb 26, 2023

-40 HP (Hymn of Steelx2)
-30 H (Genocide Moon)
-10 HP (GSL)
+00 HP (Mitigation)
+62 HP (Heal from @Kyanna Wynne)
~~Immortal~~: Used in Cycle 2 DP

▪ Location: 7 - 5 (Overload+Power Buff)
▪ 89 Damage Buff (3/3)
▪ Debuff (0/0}
▪ Not Protected
▪ Vulnerable

Theme

A mother mourned.

The fog lifted and what remained?
Fallen kitties, a nerd with a gun, and the hand of the heroic statue.
A Jester's laugh.
A field of bloodlust, torment, false hopes, and.. well..

Dissonance.

The focus may be on the Magia Mother and her toys but the truth was, this was the perfect example of just what dissonance could do. It did not need a massive monstrosity from the Naryu, nor a Dissonant Seraph led First-Order horde.

To bring such chaos was just in its nature. To free the countless but still ever-linear flows of fate. To cut or otherwise lead fate threads into limbo.. a suitable end for existence that came from it. Wendel herself didn't understand the deeper meanings but did know what dissonance fed on. Or referred to anyway. Quite the feast today.

One she would take part in.
It was for her own goal, her own dream.
She too would dance into limbo.

The Golden Egg.

Up to this point Magi had given it little thought. It didn't hold the same value to her as the beckoning red. However, it was close now. Its energy was...

It's warm. This egg has hope... but I don't know what for...
Gee whiz are you trying to kill us, I can't maintain this form if you...
You want to win right? Raina is here. This Egg has something good within. A beacon of hope for both Szozo and us.

"Raina, no, the hero @Seigi Ling Ling! Do you feel the hope?! I... can feel it. There's a better ending here!"

A single golden light shined out from the petite dissonant Magi. Cutting through her spiraling black hole.Magi's hands spread and one leg moved in front of the other. The red eye glowed equally as bright in the deep shadow.

" @Tick Tock ... I'm curious about you. This isn't the end you want either right? Let's show grandma here why she should take a rest!"

Seigi's vision could see a thread. It moved in a cartoony manner. Wiggling to get her attention and changing shape into a makeshift pointer. It flew off connecting her and the most direct path to Szofrit. With it, surely the Sunset Sage of Seven Strikes would land all seven when the time came and form the bond of friendship through her fist!

Tick Tock would find dark orbs of dense space break off from Wendel's dark twirling aura. The dark astral power twirled around the duo and would greatly increase any magic they released by turning it uniquely corrupt... but would not last long. They would soon explode and it was up to the soul-split girl to understand Wendel's offer.

In exchange?

Magi Heart drew it all in, everything she could. There was currently no god that aligned with Magi but her divine magics activated regardless. To tap the divine through hope and despair. She rose over the egg and the black hole shattered.

Instead was Magi in her dark garments with gold and red eye locked on the Mother of Machines and two similar (but in very different ways) allies below her. A hand shot forward, rings of magic spread out all around. Her weapon readied...

Magi was at her absolute limit. Something she never could have achieved without the twisted path she had trodden. Whatever was past this point, would need a victory here to be known.
Or all shall be freed to be Magia.
Godless to serve a new Magia God in dissonant irony.

The end was near.

(BA) Overload
Attacks & buffs gain 40 and heals gain 20.
You cannot move this cycle.
Magi Heart
Power Buff
2d100 (28 + 49) + [75] + 25 + 20 + 30 = 227 / 3
+76 extra damage to 1 target for 3 attacks
You are Vulnerable.
Divine Magic | Magi Heart | 1745C4 | Together As One

76+(40/3)=89

Mother of Machines
▪ Szofrit HP: 27837/50000 | SP: 880/940
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: 333/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
▪ Limit Break: 5843/10000
▪ Build Sheet

Chrys · Feb 26, 2023

Despite @Attia Patal's generous heal, Chrys eventually fell to Szofrit's fury. Even his earthen wall shield could not withstand the onslaught of destruction the Mother of Machines threw at him. And that was already after Hard Plume said hello and punted him out of there. Can't die... Not until Cessia pays me... Chrys was already on the brink of death, but his ~~greed~~ focus managed to stave off the stinking call of the underworld for a little bit more.

Slowly getting back to his feet, he spat out blood. Or maybe it was just mud. Hard to tell from all the sensory overload. His ears were still ringing when @Imoogi appeared next to him, offering him some sort of strange bottle with a salute. A rational man would take a second or two to make sure that what was handed to him wasn't poison, but what was Chrys going to lose? He was barely holding on to his life at this point. With a raised eyebrow and a shrug, he chugged the damned thing⁠—was that hair I just tasted?⁠—and chucked the bottle at Szofrit, missing by a long shot. What wasn't a miss was the burst of refreshing adrenaline he felt from that possibly caffeinated drink. It was the only explanation his smol brain could muster at the moment. All right... LET'S DO THIS!

He had already taken a step forward when he received @Kamala Graham's healing—and overheard the encouragement from the elf to the magia. Taking it for his own, he continued pushing forward, toward Szofrit, excited to punch her in the face, when he overheard Astor and Accelerator chatting about some chick's immortal prawn or something. "Hey," he exchanged glances with the two guys and then caught sight of what was under the tarp. "...Your Excellency." It was a giant hand. Nice. "Don't worry, my King. I got this. Astorea Forever!"

With little effort, Chrys grabbed the massive motherslapper, raised it high above his head, and ran back to where Hard Plume was. He had unfinished business with that overgrown washing machine anyway. "YOOO!!! HARD PLUME! OR SHOULD I CALL YOU HAND PLUME?! CAN I GIVE YOU A HAND? HAND(S)-UP, WHERE YOU CAN SEE 'EM! HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS HAND-OUT! THIS IS WHY THEY CALL ME VERY HANDY! I CAN BE SO HANDS-ON SOMETIMES! HIGH FIVE! SLAPPIN DA BASS, MON!" Chrys was half-wincing as he tried to get the machine's attention due to the Cosmicbleed but he's bled from worse places before, so... He just ended up running around in place.

Rolls

7 → C → 5 → 4 (Hard Deception)

▪ 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 @Kamala Graham @Imoogi

Expertise Check
1d100 (38) + 100 = 138 (Success!)
Fitness | Chrys | 1745C4 | Hard Deception: Attempt Uno

Objective
▪ Hard Deception: 1/1 (DC - 125)
▪ Limit Break: 5855/10000
Build Sheet

Tick Tock · Feb 26, 2023

118 / 175

Health
-30 HP (Hard Plume)
-30 HP (Genocide Moon)
-40 HP (Hymn x2)
-10 HP (GSL)
+88 HP (Revive from @Erick Stryker)
+30 HP (Power heal from @Eva)

Status
▪ Location: 8
▪ Vulnerable from Power Buff
▪ Buffed for +104 (3/3 charges remaining)

Death arrived swiftly. Despite the spores spread over by Kyanna's own efforts, it all amounted to nothing in the face of techno blades and buckshots. Porcelain broke like a vase does when pushed off it's pedestal.

Except a voice beckoned for them. Beyond urukhan's domain, beyond time and space itself...

"Your time has not yet come."

A split soul was still a soul despite it's stitches. Yet both fragments got to experience the world going backwards, how it must feel for two lego figures when a toddler shatters them onto the floor only for the parent to put them together once again. Her eyes watched how the faceless blurred within her gaze, how the buckshot exploded and the recoil inversed itself. The effects from Kyanna's 1UP even were still present even in this bizzarre existence a blue haired hero had put her into, and amidst all that Tock's acid vision scouted for one: for their beloved @Kyanna Wynne.

Unfortuantely, the Kyanna she once knew had become fungi and nothing more.

Mood

Bit by bit, the twins became whole. Patched up, if only to shatter in the future once again-- Such is what death awaits. Yet no matter how strong, there were things not even the one who breaks time itself could fix. A distant memory, a fleeting melody; Treasured, the lullaby rang once more across unknown ears before falling silent forever.

The pair could trace back the magic back to @Erick Stryker, their own unwillingness to leave a debt unpaid made them almost lose track of the bigger picture, and granted the man pulled himself together once again, the duo let their eternal smile grow once again.

You will be compensated...

Tick dared not to add a single word more than that, not when pressing matters were at stake, and here they both stand being less than worthless! Their premeditated targets? They lost track of, and so tactics switched as opportunities presented themselves...

@Magi Heart! We missed you! Feels like ages since we last met!

Tock chirped, spinning on her as the both of them stood side by side with the Savior herself as she made the honours, astral darkness weaved itself into spheres. The pair did not hesitate to push a hand into their own torso to break through a hole, exposing their core.

Flesh and steel, a heart made of gore and the brutal process of assimilation. A raw attempt of such. It has long turned black, the blood of the Magia and the very taint of profane magic kept what should be dead alive.

And from within they accepted Magi's offering through the most direct offer, creating a vulnerability to allow the passage of magic freely, and with it, what corruption that begun to flow through the pair.

Bittersweet, just what Tock needed... @Seigi Ling Ling, it's time we do some COSPLAY right now!

Tock broke her channeling, as her duties called her elsewhere.

Hero Tock here to administer totally non-lethal boons for your totally lethal needs!

Seigi would find that, right next to her, was now a puppet wearing an outfit VERY similar to hers, the only difference would be how their colours were inverted. Of course, had to keep both of them original and unique for the ocassion!

Hehe, Tick wouldn't want things to end just now. Tick has work to do, gifts to deliver. Tick has a gift for you too, Magi. Tick wonders if it will be of your liking.

Gestures flowed like water would upon thin air, hands and core alike begun to glow in a pale purple tone that grew darker with every passing second. It spread it's roots over the floor, until it became a cobweb within the warzone itself. Twisted magic begun to syphon the essence of life.

From fallen foes and allies, from the corpses of Starcalled, Magia and Lander alike, until they were rotten corpses. It stole what it could snatch from the God Searing Light's leeching nature, it would be sustenance to Tick.

It would be sustenance for the twisted pinkette herself, as Life becomes a magical battery made out of their enemies's cold brutality, and the heroes from their own ranks alike. Every bit of hope would fall prey to the despair once it reached Magi's aura.

Together... As one.

Rolls

Power Buff
2d100 (66 + 85) + [75] + 15 + 10 + 30 + 30 (this last 30 is from tile 8) = 311 / 3
+104 extra damage to 1 target for 3 attacks (Self)
You are Vulnerable.
Animancy | Tick Tock | 1745C4 | Together As One

(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. (@Bradwynne)

Tick Tock

Tactical Rally: Swapping Healthy & Cure for Sharpshooter & Torment

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 27837/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 880/970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: 333/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
▪ Limit Break: 6266/10000
Play Sheet

Ayna Nietzsche · Feb 26, 2023

There wasn’t much that Ayna could do when Szofrit returned fire. There was too much steel being thrown around like they weighed nothing. And then the the rest of her machine cronies picked them apart. @Chrys had protected her, but at what cost? When one of the machines broke through his barrier, he was thrown into her, and the pair went flying far from where they had stood their ground.

<basseal honk> hell. Ayna took her time to regain her bearings, her vision blurry. She could swear the battlefield changed again, and more people were around, either on the ground or about to be. Chaos was something that she thought she’d thrive in, and nine out of the ten times she was drenched in chaos, she was right. But this was war, this was the most chaotic situation she had found herself in, and she was starting to consider just fleeing.

Then a familiar feeling washed over her. It was healing magic. Turning around, she found @Kamala Graham standing tall, screaming her name, urging her to keep on fighting. Out of context, the elf’s words could be taken as a directive to surrender. A couple of months ago, that would’ve been the only truth. But Kamala had been working on herself, working hard to overcome her paranoia and her fears. This was her redemption arc, and as Ayna turned her head toward Szofrit, she realized they were sharing the same fate.

I love you. She mouthed those words to her, blew the elf a cheeky kiss, and did what she was told. Ayna ran. With nature’s blessing, the magia ran toward Szofrit, her spear aimed at the Red Egg, but when the mother expectedly defended her child, Ayna stabbed her in the heart instead. It was a dirty trick, but nothing was sacred anymore. Nothing had been sacred since Szofrit brainwashed her into committing those tragedies. All’s fair in love and war, right?

This time, however, Ayna had learned her lesson. She wasn’t going to sacrifice herself anymore. At least not intentionally. This wasn’t just her battle now. It was everyone else’s. After hitting Szofrit, she ran back to her friends, to Kamala, to the rest of the warriors. If they were going out, they would do so with a bang…and together. Gross.

Rolls

7 → C → 5 → B → 3 (Sharp) → B → 5

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

(P) Rover
All damage resulting from moving is halved.
Dynamism | Ayna Nietzsche
(BA) Rover
You may move → act → move this cycle.
Ayna

Sharp
1d100 (98) + 50 + 30 + 30 + 30 + 40 = 278
278 damage
Dynamism | Ayna Nietzsche | 1745C4 | Together as One | Escalation | Playing Dirty: Roll 1 of 2 (Adv)
~~Sharp~~
1d100 (51) + 50 + 30 + 30 + 30 + 40 = 231
231 damage
Dynamism | Ayna Nietzsche | 1745C4 | Together as One | Escalation | Playing Dirty: Roll 2 of 2 (Adv)
▪ Together as One: +30 bonus to attack
▪ Escalation: +40 bonus damage
▪ Playing Dirty: Attack has Advantage

Limit Break: 278 total contribution

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 27559/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 880/940
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: 333/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
▪ Limit Break: 6544/10000
Build Sheet

Alcea · Feb 26, 2023

68 / 135

Health
-10 HP (GSL Propulsar)
-20 HP (Hymn of Steel)
-20 HP (Hymn of Steel)
-30 HP (Genocide Moon)
-49 HP (Nu)
+68 HP (Revive from @Cadmean)

Status
▪ Location: ???

The world was pain, confusion and burning. A cold light that sapped her strength, flying jagged edges that tore into her, waves of buzzsaws cutting into her. At the end of it all, she could barely stand before a shadow fell on her. A brief spike of pain and pressure, then that was it. She was dead. Lying in barely recognizable pieces like so many around her.

Then, she was back. Gasping for breath as her lungs took their first breath in her new body. Chaos still reigned, a symphony of steel clashing, screams and explosions rocking her world. But above all she could see that the starry void was gone.

She couldn't see the stars in the sky. Instead, she saw everyone. Starcalled. They moved to nothing but their heart's desires, their path lit by echoes of dead worlds called stars. And in the chaos, the struggle of survival, she saw her path. A burst of magic infused her soul, hastening her movements. A quick word of thanks to @Cleo Looker, and she was off.

She could see that Childress and Feodan were struggling to deal with Hard Plume. Though @Asher had already managed to get Childress out from under the machine's grip, Feodan was pinned without support. She summoned the final mirror shard she had left. Calling upon all her expertise, she hastily constructed a gravity manipulating spell to fling herself right next to the man.

Then, using the help of Cleo's spell, she reversed her spell. The wave of unstable cosmic energy reverted back to its previous form. Quickly, she manifested a stable, glowing blade of light from the fragment and handed it to Feodan.

"Come one, we need to get moving," she said to him. Then, glancing at Asher and Childress, she called out to them. "I can handle blocking the ranged attacks. Let's push through to the rally point together."

All four of them were in a sorry state, but if they took advantage of the lull in the fighting, she was confident about making it to the Golden Egg. Just a little bit more, she had to survive till the last push. Glancing up at the cloudy skies, she wondered if Ayame would be proud of her for helping others or angry at her for getting herself killed.

Rolls

7 → 8 → 5

▪ Inspire: +48 from @Cleo Looker

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

(Light Armor Ability) Surge
Pick one then copy and paste your choice:
→ +25 to any Xd20 or Xd100 rolls
Alcea | 1745C4

Expertise Check
1d100 (65) + 15 + 15 + 25 + 48 = 168
Presence | Alcea | 1745C4

168 * 2 = 336 Limit Break Contribution

Saving
▪ Levi: Not Saved
▪ Sarina: Not Saved
▪ Childress: Saved
▪ Chad: Saved
▪ Feodan: Saved
▪ Limit Break: 6880/10000
Build Sheet

Eva · Feb 26, 2023

Health
-10 from GSL
-80 from Mega Kinesis
+25HP from Healthy
+30HP from Heal

Status
▪ Location: 5
▪ Vulnerable

Making her way across the battlefield with Tock, they quickly rendezvoused with Tick and the others in the middle of the again-transformed space, which finally looked like part of the previous battleground that they were at, showing Szofrit's weakened grip on the space alteration.

The white-haired woman inspected the older twin, which just recovered from a critical condition. "Tick? Let me look at you." She touched Tick's face, before turning to Tock to see the damage also sustained by the other twin. "You two are going way, way too reckless. I don't think even I can repair you fully yet." The woman warned @Tick Tock, going by Tock's confession that they already died twice just now. "Stay away from the front line."

She noticed another wounded Starcalled near them as Eva was pulling out injections, fusion torch, and nanorepair mist from her utility pouch.

"You're the one from earlier..." She trailed, before deducing the elf's name from things she heard from all the shouting and instructions during the battle "... @Rael? Take one, help me patch up the others." Eva began to distribute the last of her healing supplies to the twins and the pink-haired elf. The pouches were almost empty, and without her UI Inventory, she would quickly run out of useful trinkets.

Rolls

3 → 2 →5 (Heal)
AoE Power Heal
4d20 EX (17 + 4 + 11 + 1) + 15 + 10 = 58 / 3 (0 explosions)
+20 HP to 3 targets
You are Vulnerable.
AoE | Magitech | Eva | 1745C4

+30 from Together as One

(58+30) = 88
+30 HP to 3 targets @Eva @Rael @Tick Tock

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 27559/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 880/940
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: 333/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
▪ Limit Break: 6968/10000
Build Sheet

Seigi Ling Ling · Feb 26, 2023

36 / 250

Health
+25 Mitigation (@Toko )
+34 HP Heal (@Kyanna Wynne )
+38 HP Heal (@Vina Skysong )
-110 HP (Psycho Burst, Hymn of Steel, Hymn of Steel, GSL Propulsar)

Status
▪ Location: 3
▪ Vulnerable from Burst Attack

Carnage. Seigi was flung around like a ragdoll.

The shifting battlefield signified once again how Szofrit's control slipped ever more away. Yet, each union invited just that much more pain. If not for @Kyanna Wynne healing spores and @Vina Skysong soothing melody, Seigi, too, would have found herself among the motionless bodies.

Yet, what pained Seigi even more, was @Toko's sacrifice. Sure, they had barely exchanged any words, but what they lacked vocally, they had since long made up through their fists. Thus, for just a moment, Seigi felt once again utterly useless!

Though between wallowing in self-pity or sucking it up and trying to do better next time, the choice was obvious. She swallowed her pain and would continue on, for that one day she'd be strong enough to not need a next time.

It was then that @Magi Heart seemingly called out to Seigi from across the battlefield! Their hearts and souls forever intertwined, it was Magi - not Wendel - who lighted a path to victory for the little hero. Yet, little did Magi know that Magi's presence alone was already a victory in itself. A turning point for the bigger battle at hand.

"Magi!" Seigi called out as she tried to grasp the elusive thread with her hand, fusing it with her very own glow. "We're going to save Szofrit, too." Yeah, from Szofrit's perspective, one could nearly feel pity for her, no?

"Tock!" Tock too was... "You..." She pulled Tock closer with her free arm. "Don't you dare die again..." It could be your last time. "...or I will..." Sometimes, Heros needed to play the part of villain, no? "...steal Kyanna from you and make you suffer while you watch from the afterlife! And then I'll be a villain." Dun dun dun!... Whoever that Kyanna was anyway.

With that out of the way, Seigi gave @Tick Tock an affirmative nod as she eyed her up and down. "Oh my gosh, you're looking SO AWESOME! Although The Way of the Hero, Part 523: A Hero always has their own distinct outfit!" Better not let DC Comics hear her. "But I suppose this one falls under part 212. So combo attack it is!"

With these words, Seigi had her corrupting light aura produce a pair of wings that seemed to grow out of a mechanical extension. "Hold on tight!" Grabbing once more onto Tock as she dashed forward, following Magi's guidance as her rush turned into a flight.

Like a Radiant Spear of Light, they collided with the Mother of Machines, breaking off into countless particles that danced to Magi's tune. The thread guiding them to weak point after weak point as both Tock and Seigi simply dashed past Szofrit time and time again, delivering a series of jabs over and over.

"ULTRA SUPER TOCK-MAGI-SEIGI SPECIAL

~~SCRAP OFF, ROBOT!"

Rolls

2 -> 3 (Burst)
(P) Corruption
(18 + 1 + 20 + 3) = 42
+42 to attacks, buffs, or heals. +21 to checks.
Corruption suppressed.
Corrupt | Seigi Ling Ling | 1745C4

Modifiers:
+40 Duelist (BA)
+25 Damage Passive
+46 @Tick Tock Buff
+40 Szofrit Focus
+30 Together As One
+42 Corruption
=223 Modifiers into Risky d20 (/13)
=17 Remainder: 3

Roll Result
17d20 (15 + 5 + 18 + 14 + 8 + 17 + 9 + 15 + 12 + 11 + 18 + 18 + 9 + 19 + 1 + 12 + 7) = 208
Risky | Seigi Ling Ling | 1745C4
1d20 (3) = 3
Risky Explosion | Seigi Ling Ling | 1745C4

Burst Attack
20d20 (8 + 17 + 11 + 2 + 18 + 9 + 6 + 19 + 15 + 1 + 10 + 2 + 18 + 15 + 1 + 12 + 18 + 10 + 18 + 3 + 16) + 211 + 3 = 443
443 damage (1 explosions)
You are Vulnerable.
Martial Arts | Seigi Ling Ling | 1745C4

Swapped Heal/Revive with Critical Attack

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 27116/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 880/940
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: 333/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
▪ Limit Break: 7411/10000
Build Sheet

Omega Redux · Feb 26, 2023

38 / 125

Health
-DEAD HP (Szofrit's Attacks)
+63 HP (Revive) @Cadmean
-25 HP (Coscmicbleed)

Status
▪ Location: 5
▪ Vulnerable from power buff

Lights out.
It seemed like Omega was so insignificant, that Szofrit didn't even have to aggro her! Just, basic raid AoE and all that. At least Omega was now dead enough that she could save herself the embarrassment. Instead, Omega dreamed of a world where she'd found her Alpha and was the Ultimate Final Boss of Final Bosses, staring into the night sky and seeing... a star?

For a moment, it felt sorta like a dream (duh), and blinking times and times again, her very own guiding star had guided Omega seemingly back to the world of the living! "Uhh..." She tried to find the source of the star that left her being. "N-Nobody saw that! Hmpf." That was tsundere for thank you. Not that Omega played hard into it.

"That's it!" Nonetheless, Omega decided that enough was enough. If SHE was the Boss of this Encounter, the Starcalled would have already lost. "Omega's sure this Egg is a trap!" Shaking away any and all thoughts to boil the egg just to mess with Szofrit, she instead waddled over to it. If the boss had a fatal weakness, why not abuse it?

Maybe in another timeline, Omega would have taken up @Vina Skysong offer and used her illusion magic to turn their group into a K-Pop Group. Stage and all! But not today. Instead, Omega exchanged one pair of glasses for another and was about to face the final boss when she was instead met with a fox girl, no, woman! Bonking right into her, tall and standing in her way and all that! @Inari

Such was the fate of being a small character.

Excuse Omega, could you move aside so Omega can utterly, completely, positively, AND without a doubt rain complete annihilation over her own and only Arch-Nemesis, the second-grade boss Magia who is not Omega, over there?! Uhhh.... pretty please?!

Today it was all about teamwork, yeah! Though really, Omega was in a bit of a sour mood...

Rolls

4 → 5 (Power Buff)

▪ Buff: +92 (3)

(BA) Coodinate
Both you and an ally gain 15 to attacks, heals, or buffs.
Summon | 1745C4

Power Buff
2d100 (39 + 75) + [75] + 15 + 10 + 15 + 15 + 30 = 274/ 3
+92 extra damage to 1 target for 3 attacks
You are Vulnerable. @Omega Redux
Summon | Omega Redux | 1745C4

Together As One: @Inari
Exchanged: Heal -> Buff | Sneak -> Crit Attack

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 27116/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 880/940
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: 333/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
▪ Limit Break: 7685/10000
Build Sheet

Yugam · Feb 26, 2023

Shards of steel lifted themselves into the air as the carnage around Yugam continued to wreak havoc through the ranks of the Starcalled. Lances of light struck the ground, the vague familiar shapes of people Yugam knew ripped asunder. The omni-present pull of the HeartStone that Yugam had become accustomed to suddenly diminished in that moment. Not gone completely, but power and life-energy was drawn from it. One of those figures had been @Lune .

How dare they.

They took what was his, attempted to destroy another. Transgressions of men were met with the transgressions of machines, and once more they would be met by the wrongdoing of man.

Violet streams of smoke seemed to pour from where Lune's corpse should have been, almost unnoticed as it wound between the feet of the Travellers and magia alike until it reached Yugam's feet as he sped towards One of the titans. The smoke wrapped itself around Yugam's bloody blade, as he swung at the colossus, the smoke suddenly igniting into an unnatural flame as it struck steel, alighting Yugam's face in a ghastly purple light as he swung again.

Deep gashes scored the titan's framed, though it brought no satisfaction to the man's face. There would be none, not until everything Szofrit had created was lying in ruin, or she returned what was his.

It seemed Szofrit's choice was clear though, as the floating shards of steel lanced towards Yugam, peppering the man and forcing him back under a seemingly endless barrage of razors. Genocide Moon sent Yugam rocketing back the rest of the way towards where the Travelers were regrouping, his coat smoking by the time he rolled to a stop at @Luthien 's feet with a groan before slowly rising to a knee to stare daggers Szofrit and her egg.

Rolls

7 → C → 5 (Reckless, Twice, Reckless)

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

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

Yugam

Reckless Attack
4d100 (7 + 55 + 20 + 76) + 25 + 25 + 25 + 40 = 273
273 damage
You are Vulnerable.
Weapon Arts | Yugam | 1745C4

(Medium Armor Ability) Twice
You may perform 2 actions and 1 BA or 1 action and 2 BAs this cycle.
Yugam | 1745C4

Reckless Attack
4d100 (45 + 96 + 61 + 67) + 25 + 25 + 25 + 40 = 384
384 damage
You are Vulnerable.
Weapon Arts | Yugam | 1745C4

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 26459/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 880/940
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: 333/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
▪ Limit Break: 08342/10000
▪ Build Sheet

Rael · Mar 1, 2023

Music ( ♬ )

"...Thank you." Rael answered @Eva, all concerns momentarily forgotten in the face of kindness.

Conjuring her army's ranks from the depths of her reservoirs of mana, gifts shared would be boons bestowed upon the wings of butterflies meant to carry the healing winds throughout the battlefield, as from within the eye of the storm, another would be born. The healing mists dispersed by the winds born of the flutter of ethereal wings as they took to the war-torn skies, scattering from the focal point that was the Summoner to carry others, like @Aerial, and their weapons further along into the pursuit of their shared goal to stave off further destruction from reaching them.

Soon they would seek for themselves targets amongst their wounded, aether converging into the bodies of three (@Alcea, @Schilva Flasch, @Toko ), the energy that had brought them into existence dissipating into a burst of light as they collided against them. It rippled out, in tune with their own energies, repairing the damage suffered with a soft hum of a song vibrating underneath the skin.

Bodies of the fallen littered the warzone, rendering her speechless for but a moment as she picked up her quill and penned an ending worthier of their fates, forever to remain in the making, not knowing what end could've embraced them had they been left to be.

The Seamstress would welcome Langley and Inari back into this world, the needle-like daggers of the human-sized doll, as well as her giant instruments, now turned to the arduous task of sewing their fatal wound together. A constant pour of magical energy from her master made the needle and thread glow where it would touch their bodies, wiping the slate clean and leaving no scars to tell the story of what they had suffered.

She looked upon them kindly, bestowing a kiss upon their foreheads to seal the spell that would welcome them again.

Toko, in contrast, would be visited by the Faerin Warrior, his expression set in a tranquility it was known for when it was no longer fighting to protect his mother. He couldn't sew her back together, he didn't know how to, so instead he took up his sword and in a display that would defy common logic, pierced the fallen beastfolk through her middle. A burst of light would follow, warmth that would increase given time, its searing intensity turned to burning away all remnants of the machinations that had felled her.

He would pull back his sword, and no injuries would remain. Only an extended hand to pull her back to her feet, and to his side, to continue the fight.

"Will you wake up now, Dreamer..?" Rael lowered herself next to Zelrius' body, brushing away a loose strand of hair that clung to his face, the Phoenix she had modeled after the fallen knight hovering close by. As she rose to her feet, and took a step backward, the Phoenix advanced as if guided by some unclear instruction. With its beak, it tried to nudge the knight, as if it were unaware of the life that had been lost, and then...

It would take to the skies swiftly, plummeting downwards as it phased through Zelrius' chest, setting him ablaze. Burning heat to reignite the flame that had been put out within his heart, his body moving of its own accord as the Phoenix momentarily manipulated it at Rael's command. Feathers shaped by an intense heat sprouted at his back, expunging his body of all remnants of Szofrit's wretched touch and waiting, waiting for him to remember just what he was.

Bolstered now by her successes, she gave into the song that had begun thriving on the battlefield, boosting the morale of those who thought this to be an impossible situation. Her voice would carry out in song as she joined the likes of Vina Skysong and her dreamsister, Luthien, in the making of an anthem to keep their spirits raised, their heads held up for what was to come.

Left behind, the Seamstress, the Phoenix, and the Faerin Warrior all began echoing a message they had been given by their summoner.

[Continued in Comms]

@Langley @Aerial @Toko @Inari @Zelrius @Luthien @Vina Skysong

Rolls

3 → 2
▪ Buff: +00 (1)
▪ Save: +00
▪ Inspire: +30 (From Together As One)
▪ Coordinating with: @Aerial

AoE Heal
2d20 EX (16 + 11) + 15 + 15 + 15 + 30 + 30 = 132 / 3 (0 explosions)
+44 HP to 3 targets (@Schilva Flasch, @Jin, @Toko )
AoE | Summon | Rael | 1745C4

(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.
Rael

(Light Armor Ability) Surge
Pick one then copy and paste your choice:
~~→ +75~~ ~~to any Xd20 or Xd100 rolls~~
~~→ +6~~ ~~haste or movement per AR~~
→ Revive 3 visible allies
~~→ +18~~ ~~to inspire~~
Rael | 1745C4

Tactical Rally: Swapped Overheal with Coordinate.

Heals: +44 HP to @Rael, @Jin, @Alcea
Revives: @Langley @Toko @Inari @Zelrius
▪ 63 (From Langley at half HP) + 113 (From Toko at half HP) + 50 (From Inari at half HP) + 88 (From Zelrius at half HP)
314 + 132 (From Healing) = 446 total Contribution

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 26459/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 880/940
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: 333/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
▪ Limit Break: 09172/10000
Build Sheet

Toko · Mar 1, 2023

She had braced herself for pain… and yet that pain never seemed to arrive. Crimson eyes stared with a mix of confusion and wonderment as a shield had materialized over the zone she stood on, blocking out the Hymn’s biting steel shards and any other sweeping attack that might’ve headed in their direction.

The world had seemingly shifted once more, and with it a massive golden shell had been revealed to those present, but before the fighter could come closer she felt the last of her energy suddenly being sapped away. "Hnnng...!" Her vision blurred even as the hare’s steps began to falter, and as her body slumped onto the sanguine sands below darkness overtook every sense she possessed.

Warning

Toko, you are dead. If you are not revived within the time limit, your body will reconstruct at the nearest sanctified location.

Her consciousness was adrift within this eternal void, unable to tell the passage of time within, but eventually she’d managed to materialize a body of her own inside it… or at least she thought so? It was hard to know when she couldn’t even see the hand she pressed right before her eyes but she could feel it at the very least.

"Doko...?"

It was then a light appeared and caused the hare to raise an arm to shield her eyes, barely able to make out the small and stoic figure that visited her from within it. It was hard to read his intentions, the face giving little for the fighter to grasp onto, as she shifted into a cautious stance while facing him. "Dare—?!" The words died quickly as she found herself impaled by his sword, but instead of the expected pain an agony Toko was surprised to feel warmth spread from the wound and towards her limbs. A blinding burst of light followed, and as Toko felt the steel slowly being drawn back from her midriff the sounds of combat echoed into her ears once more.

A grunt left her lips as the fighter’s consciousness was linked with her physical body in a rather abrupt manner—but she was alive and able to fight once more, and as such she held no ill will towards the being that had just stabbed her and dragged her back from whatever death plane she’d been on The offered hand was taken as Toko got back onto her feet, giving a nod to the @Rael's Faerin Warrior, but time for chatter was cut short as a cry drifted towards her ears.

"SZOOOOOFRIT!" The loud shout of a faerin brought her attention towards those who had withstood the brute force of Szofrit’s attack, feet quickly carrying the hare towards them without a second thought. She reached @Hanno as he struggled onto his feet, gathering all the divine energy the faerin could muster onto his small build. Toko quickly caught up to his plan, a nod given in response to his words, before a faint golden glow encompassed her frame.

"Gotcha, together we’ll yank her right out of the sky!" Her attention focused on the figure of Szofrit then, the sands below swirling and spiraling upwards to clasp onto the limbs of the Mother once more as astral energy coursed through them. "Told you before and I’ll say it again,"

The aura around the hare flared as she tapped into the strength of her spiritual companion, mirrored against the purple sheen on her makeshift sand chains, before they became taught and gravity compelled Szofrit harshly towards the ground.

"Hizamazuke!!!"

Taunting (1,096)

It was then a figure caught her attention not too far from the Mother, causing a trail of astral sands to rise around their feet and weave through the air close to them—offering protection as they would deflect anything that might attempt to strike @Nyx down, the laws of physics twisted once more.

FIGHT!
❰ Toko's PlaySheet ❱
▪ Szofrit HP: 26127/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 850/970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: 333/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
▪ Limit Break: 09534/10000

❰ Rolls & Summary ❱

❰ Bonus Action: Berserk ❱
Gain up to 60 DMG worth of bonus to attacks, heals, or buffs.
Battle Spirits | Toko

❰ Main Action: Ultra Counter ❱
1d100 (67) + [60] + 25 + 25 + 25 = 202 + 60 (Berserk) + 40 (Atk on Szo) + 30 (Together as One) = 332
Ultra Counter successful, 60 damage added! Mitigate 20 damage on @Nyx
Astramancy | Toko | 1745C4

❰ Free Action: Disruptive ❱
Your attacks deal 30 SP damage in addition to its regular damage.
Toko

Ilusa Nakhalee · Feb 26, 2023

126 / 180

Health
-50 HP (Szofrit's Attack)
+00 HP (Mitigation)
+57 HP (Heal)
+8 Regen

Status
▪ Location: 5

There was something unnerving about this boss, this enemy who spoke of ‘false gods’. In the distant past, Ilusa would have shrugged and just ignored the rambling. Even in some past she would have at most raised her eyebrow in consideration.

But that was past Ilusa. Past Ilusa, before the great log-out, before the great return, before hiring PI’s to check on some names she managed to weasel out.. Before she stopped seeing this as a game. Before she felt closer to the divine before the forests started to murmur to her, before her faith… Before it sprouted and she nourished it like a little sapling.

Now, those words only angered her. She gnashed her teeth, but the next wave of attacks and the flickering HUD were more important. Sharp but small sharp metal bits flew around, like a hail. A strong gust raised her, unbalancing her with further slams of small projectiles and she fell and-

Her head ached, pounded, the glitches made nausea rush through her. With a pitiful whine she rolled to her side, curling, trying to hear anything past the pounding in her head.

There, a flicker of sound, then another.

It had not been death. Concussion? She had suffered it twice in the past.

Slowly getting up, she moved somewhere… Forward. Her vision swam, glitches flowed, colours mixed she could barely see anything, some shapes. She walked slowly, golden glow of her magic trying to heal her, focusing on her head and then, all sounds returned, vision cleared enough that she could see that she found herself in a place with a golden egg.

That was familiar.

It felt -odd.

She shook her head once more trying to spot Astor. But her vision swam too much, her passive healing managing only so much.

There was a metallic scent all around her, people gathering, people - people being hurt.

“Right. Right, I can, I can heal.” Her hands trembled - it was odd, she knew she was not that hurt and yet - yet.

Her HUD useless in trying to gauge how deep wounds were, she just, looked around, spotting a man, wounded visibly, with pieces of the steel embedded, with deep wounds on his body and such exhaustion.

She murmured the words, her voice so quiet, as the divine magic intensified its pale gold glow, before in gentle swirls it moved. Small part healed her, the rest flowing into the man that she could see.

And then someone was speaking, loud enough and she listened.

Ah.

"Dissonance." She, remembered it. From that fight, from that thing. Resolving it was important. Was something to take note of. Her head still ached, even after all that healing, but she felt like she could think agian, so she paid attention and thought of spells, which could be useful, which had the effects with music, with hymns of angels and their bells.

Rolls

(F) Regeneration (2 + 6) = 8 Regenerate 8 HP. Mend | Ilusa Nakhalee

(BA) Infuse +20 HP to your renegation, [defense], or [support] action's target(s).
Mend | Ilusa Nakhalee
If AoE was used, distribute the heal in multiple of 5s.

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

Heal 2d20 EX (1 + 14) + 25 + 15 + 15 = 70 (0 explosions) +70 HP +100 from surge = 170/3 =
+57 HP x2 (+20 from infusion) = 134 HP to @Yugam
+57 to Ilusa
Divine Magic | Ilusa Nakhalee | 1745C4

(Light Armor Ability)
Surge Pick one then copy and paste your choice: →
+100 to any Xd20 or Xd100 rolls

contribution from rolls: 8 + 20 170 = 198

Fight
▪ Szofrit HP: 26127/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 850/970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: 333/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
▪ Limit Break: 09732/10000

▪ Build Sheet:

Langley · Feb 26, 2023

70 / 140

Health
-70 HP (Cycle 3 Damage Phase)
+70 HP (Revived by @Rael)

Status
▪ Location: 5
▪ Normal

Lana died to steel and storm. When the Seamstress was done with her work, it was Langley who opened his eyes.

He'd been a crumpled heap on the ground when awareness returned to him. Memory followed after, but... dampened somehow. He could recall objectively the sequence of events that passed since Szofrit pulled him into that psychic realm. But actually trying to focus on them was like trying to parse a story told only through the warped stained glass of old church windows.

Szofrit had taken off his left arm. But whatever magic had drawn him back had somehow stitched it back on his shoulder, good as new. Presumably, the same was not done for the other one--as he still technically had an arm attached to his right shoulder, the ethereal blue-haired woman must not have deemed it necessary to fix.

His gaze dropped to the other arm, and he couldn't stop the involuntary shudder that ran up his spine as his gaze met with that of the eye sitting in the palm's gash of a mouth. Its tongue-like strip of flesh lolled and it keened, «gone mother? hurt mother? please mother»

Langley forced his attention away, instead listening to the ethereal blue-haired woman as she spoke. Pacifying Szofrit... She didn't seem like she could be reasoned with at this point. But if there truly was a plan in place, he did owe it to his benefactor to go along with it. A literal life debt, as it were. After signaling his affirmative to the Seamstress, he looked over the battlefield to get a grasp of the current situation.

It was chaos in all directions. But safety in numbers and all that, and it looked like there were people congregating by a golden egg some distance away.

However, not everyone was so lucky. Grimacing, Langley caught sight of multiple people pinioned by blinding bolts of compressed light. They wouldn't be able to move without help.

"Hey! Hey you two, hold on!" Langley rushed over towards two of the closest people he could see, which was a red-haired man on his knees and a terrifyingly still woman. He skidded to a stop in front of them, frantically searching for some kind of method to save them. Even just being in the vicinity of the enormous spear that pinned the unfortunate duo to the ground was enough for him to feel the cauterizing heat radiating off of it.

«if help feed? feed please please please feed»

The arm jerked towards the lances. Langley grit his teeth, and it was as if time slowed while Langley considered his options. He didn't have many; he would not be able to remove the lances himself. "Fine!" he spat out. "Help and I'll feed you!"

«yes help yes feed» crooned the arm, and then came a high-pitched, constant «aaaaaaaa» as it wrapped its seven-fingered hand around the burning laser and, through strength he didn't realize it possessed, pulled the lances out of Levi and Sarina in one fell swoop. He did not miss the way the arm's mock-tongue lapped at the flakes of burnt blood around their wounds; this must be the feeding it had wanted.

Langley pushed the unconscious Sarina into Levi's arms, and clamped his own arm around Levi's shoulder. "Don't let go of her and stick close to me!" he said. Beneath his feet, the shadows swirled and warped, opening a connection to the shadow cast by the golden egg. He hadn't used the shadow portals since the Maw had been its last resident, but he had no time to second guess.

The instant he materialized, he checked to see that Sarina and Levi were still with him, and then he shouted, "Help! Please! These two need healing!"

Rolls

2 (Twice - Saving x2) → 5

▪ Inspire: +48 (2 stacks from @Cleo Looker)

(Medium Armor Ability) Twice
You may perform 2 actions and 1 BA or 1 action and 2 BAs this cycle.
Langley | 1745C4

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

Expertise Check
1d100 (38) + 10 + 15 + 48 = 111 (Levi)
Fitness | Langley | 1745C4

Expertise Check
1d100 (58) + 10 + 15 + 48 = 131 (Sarina)
Fitness | Langley | 1745C4

Total Limit Break contribution = (111 + 131) x2 = 484

Saving
▪ Levi: Saved
▪ Sarina: Saved
▪ Childress: Saved
▪ Chad: Saved
▪ Feodan: Saved
▪ Limit Break: 10216/10000
Build Sheet (swapped Alert, Mobile, and Wild/Reckless for Auto Assist)

Luthien · Feb 27, 2023

She was a step behind the hunter, witnessing all the destruction wrought out by the Mother and her Titans, when a familiar consciousness drifted into her mind once more, causing her to pause and look around them. "Emm…?" Crimson eyes caught sight of an astral link then, a golden thread woven through the darkness, and without thinking the elven girl reached a hand towards it.

Just like that, with barely a sound, Lúthien was suddenly gone from his side.

The blonde apparated beside the golden egg suddenly, the revolver lying on the ground next to her as she held the jikdo tightly against her chest. Wide eyes looked around the space in time to see the shimmering shield of energy that prevented misery to befall them all, before they shifted to the faces of those present. They rested on @Accelerator the longest, still as distrustful of him as the first time they’d met back in Camp Hope IV, before turning to a familiar redhead just as she pulled her final card.

"N—"
"Steph?!"

There was little that could be done as the red-head disappeared before their eyes, her hand resting on the golden surface of the egg as Lúthien got back to her feet. The touch allowed the emotions of the being within to flood into her, tearing her attention away from the King and Accelerator as other familiar faces flocked into the space.

@Papa Ash‘s words soon had them all engaged in conversation and it wasn’t hard to see the tension that settled around them, their opinions still divided when it came to how they should deal with Szofrit and her kin. She could feel the uncertainty and nervous trembling of the being through the palm that rested against its golden shell, but before the elf could weigh in further on the matter the bruised and battered figure of the hunter careened towards them.

"Yuuu!" The scabbard clattered to the floor as Lúthien extended her hands towards the man, a soft verdant breeze forming and wrapping around his body to slow the momentum before @Yugam finally came to a stop by her feet. "You idiot, are you trying to get yourself killed?!"

The sharp edge of her words were dulled by the worry that colored her tone, concerned eyes looking over her boyfriend as he struggled to rise onto one of his knees—though his gaze remained transfixed on the figure of Szofrit and the red egg. A golden light enveloped him then, gently swirling around his figure and mending a large portion of the cuts and bruises that littered his body. Her gaze shifted towards the caster, recognizing the Felis from a time long past when they’d both visited Synra’s Temple.

"Thank you, Ilusa."

It was then the Faerin Warrior spoke to all present, her gaze shifting towards the field before she caught sight of her pink-haired dreamsister. { I hope you’re ready, ‘cause it’s time for the performance of a lifetime. } A sigh left her lips as her hands moved away from the hunter’s back, but not before she softly flicked his temple to get his attention.

"Snap out of it and listen," The jikdo was quietly placed at the man’s side before the ranger straightened back up, her gaze shifting to all of those present. "That goes for all of you, too."

Hands reached for the bow strapped to her back, switching it back to its violin configuration, before one of the strung arrows was pulled from her quiver to serve as the instrument’s bow. Faint sparks crackled as the energy was infused into the violin and its strings, and as the first notes came to life a strong breeze soon fluttered around those present—the verdant winds helping carry the tunes and their voices far and wide as @Vina joined them and the performance grew.

[ RWBY ] I May Fall
(ft. Casey Lee Willians & Lamar Hall)

A refreshing wind would wrap around @Yugam and Lúthien then, breathing some relief back into their aching muscles and mending light cuts and bruises on their skin, before a third gust would reach out for another battered player she could see further ahead. @Jin would soon find some of his cuts beginning to close and heal, just as the winds carried the sound of their own song into the ears of those present… including @Szofrit.

FIGHT!
❰ Lúthien's PlaySheet ❱
▪ Szofrit HP: 26127/50000
▪ Szofrit SP: 850/970
▪ Hard Plume SP: 333/333
▪ Baby Magnum SP: 333/333
▪ Nu SP: 333/333
▪ Limit Break: 10346/10000

❰ Rolls & Summary ❱

❰ Passive: Extension ❱
Passive. +1 range. Total range: 2
Luthien

❰ 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: AoE Power Heal ❱
4d20 EX (11 + 19 + 9 + 1) + 20 + 20 + 20 + 30 = 130 ÷ 3 = 44 HP to @Yugam, @Luthien & @Jin
You are vulnerable.
AoE | Harmonic Magic | Luthien | 1745C4

Zelrius · Feb 26, 2023

88 / 175

Health
-00 HP (Szofrit's Attack)
+00 HP (Mitigation)
+88 HP (@Rael Revive)
REVIVED

Status
▪ Location: 5
▪ Status: Normal

Continued from Rael's Comms Post

It was only searing heat. Something he had never been on the receiving end of before. Was this what it was like to be burned alive? No wonder this was used as a form of punishment. No wonder those who were always screamed in their last moments. He was spared such indignity, dying from the impact of the lance, watching what little remained of his healthbar drain instantly.

Warning

Zelrius, you are dead. If you are not revived within the time limit, your body will reconstruct at the nearest sanctified location.

This was the end. Eternal darkness. He couldn't feel or see anything anymore. The red prompt was all that remained, ticking down second by second. A minute and a half of total rest. The ultimate failure, left only with the shame that his attack hadn't been used to its full effectiveness. No one would remember, at least. No one would care. There was solace and peace to be found at that. He'd respawn at Camp Hope in a minute or so, and the others would win without him. The world goes on.

That dream was denied. Creeping on the edges of the void of black that surrounded what remained of his consciousness was warmth. How had @Nyx described it in the past? The feeling of hearth - of home. A warm campfire that snaked its way through his fingers and arms. He had never known what she was talking about in the past. Was this how others felt within his presence? Those he called friend, and so desperately worked to impress and win the love of?

In that realization of love, a voice, gravelly and low echoed within the confines of his mind. He knew the plan that this voice spoke of. They had spoken of it once already. @Jin had made a pointed argument against @Ueno Mizuki and her own convictions. He had been weak. He had questioned it, and himself. That was selfish behavior. "No more..." Zelrius would echo back to the embodiment of flame and feather within him. His conviction resolved - the man owed this legendary creature that much.

Clouds parted. Light had been restored to his world. As well as his missing arm and a new gift. The gift of flight. Never before had the wannabe hero felt so powerful. Raw energy coursing through his renewed senses. The battlefield had changed in those brief moments of death. Blue eyes swept from one end to the other, landing on the golden egg; the gathering congregation there spoke of safety. Then finding the eyes of she who summoned the Phoenix that now shared their being. His head turned to Szofrit. How easy it would be to rush her, to try again. He had made a promise. In a compromise with the Phoenix, the knight of fire let go of that thought, and surged forward with his cindering speed. One quick motion, placing a hand between The Summoner's shoulder blades, the other scooping underneath her knees. "Let me take you to the egg." He requested of her, following up with a warning to hold on tight. Taking to the skies just as the mother of machines had, using that unimpeded plane to make a beeline for the rest of the group. Dropping the pink-haired Elf there.

A moment of hesitation. He wanted to say something else to her. To thank her. Was that all too much? Instead, he turned away, his form fleeting from the Golden Egg back to whence he came. Finding @Lune - A knightess who had never failed to stand tall in the face of any danger. She was becoming an idol of his, of sorts. Everything Zelrius wanted to be. He wanted that Adoration back. To be looked up to with the same wide eyes he saw others in. Scooping the Heroine up in the same way he had the Singing angel.

After a brief conversation, he had been convinced to take her, instead to safety, but directly to Szofrit.

There, under her feet, Zelrius found a smaller form. One who was out of place here, who needed to be taken else where. "Let me take you somewhere else. Somewhere your talents can be of use." The phoenix knight offered, lowering to let the short healer climb onto his back before finding the sky again.

There was so much to do, and here the Faerin(?) was most useful. He nodded to her, as per their agreement. Not happy to leave her outside of the Egg's shining torchlight of safety, but with the understanding she'd walk there on her own once done here. With that, Zelrius was off to rejoin the others at the egg, trying his best to not be a liability.

Rolls

2 → 5 → 2 → 3 → 6 → D → 8 → 5 (Carry)

BA RUSH - 6 Movements * 2 = 12

Carrying: @Rael 2 -> 5 @Lune 2 -> 3 @Kamala Graham 3 -> 8

Saving
▪ Limit Break: 10346/10000
Build Sheet

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

Kyanna Wynne

Magia

Aerial

Imoogi

Magia

Asher

❮ Shield of Hope ❯

Kamala Graham

❮ Pathfinder ❯

Magi Heart

Guest

Chrys

❮ Stalwart Defender ❯

Tick Tock

❮ Queen Slayer ❯

Ayna Nietzsche

❮ Lore Seeker ❯

Alcea

❮ God's Exceed ❯

Eva

Magia

Seigi Ling Ling

❮ Dissonant Exterminator ❯

Omega Redux

Yugam

❮ Pathfinder ❯

Rael

❮ Lore Seeker ❯

Toko

Guest

Warning

Ilusa Nakhalee

❮ The King's Own ❯

Langley

Luthien

❮ Lore Seeker ❯

Zelrius

❮ Ale King ❯

Warning