Complete Main Story Vintergard (S4) Hope in Danger!

[Erick Stryker]

135 / 165

-10 HP from Eruption
-10 HP from moving into a scorched area.
-10 HP from Retal
Erick gains saving throw advantage from Protect Aura

Fight against Fate​

He rejected it the moment he felt the throbbing in his head, the dull, slowly growing ache that countermanded his perception of reality. In truth, Erick had spent his time toiling in Chronomancy daring to tempt the timelines, seeking knowledge of how to manipulate outcomes and determine courses of action. The young man had come closer to playing god with the power than he ever could have imagined outside of Terrasphere. It was that unhealthy obsession with the past and the future that led him to a unique, morose understanding of what was happening in his psyche.

That same, immense, grotesque pain was what he felt every time those timelines began to blur. When he attempted to take command of Destiny, and the universe rejected even his best attempts. These things were inhuman, bound by different rules- could it be that they had a greater understanding, a more unique command of the strange and unnatural power than he did?

No- they were all here in this world, bound by the same rules.

And if they were going to start breaking those rules, so was Erick.

He continued to flicker in and out, but the timeline changed derisively. He was in one place one moment, and another the next. He blinked out of existence and reappeared next to the strange creature that seemed to be working to coordinate between the strange group of Magia. Its energies were surging, undulating, rippling around the battlefield- and when he concentrated for even a moment, in its unheard and incomprehensible language, Erick could feel it willing the other entities forward.

Space and Time were relative. He could sense the rapid shifting between realities, the strange contemplation, the constant checking and arduous confirmations that felt like computing done on a cosmic scale. It was a chink in their armor.

The enemy did not factor error for a Mage who could manipulate space and time.

He stretched out his hands toward the Overseer, which looked on implacably toward its final destination. It seemed disinterested in Erick altogether, like he was little more than a speck on the battlefield- perhaps to this strange creature, he was.

Until...

Time Crash.

The zone around Erick rippled and shifted, twisted. He brought together an amalgamation of realities, of that same moment in a thousand thousand worlds. He forced them to converge, and in so doing, dilated the timeline, and then contracted it. Causality shifted as Erick attempted to sever the logic cycle between the Overseer and its Drones by suspending it from one reality into the next.

But for how long?

Rolls

Movement: C2 -> D2 (Attack)

Normal Attack
1d100 (13) + 20 + 15 = 48
48 + 75 = 123 damage
Chronomancy | Erick Styker | 1341C2

Surge Activated (+75 to a roll) | Erick Styker | 1341C2

Overseer
▪ HP: 877/1000

Play Sheet

 

[Toko]

180 / 200

　Adventurers Guild - Platinum Rank 

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Movement: C2 > B2
x2 remaining +68 Power Buff from Quinn
-20 HP from Eruption (x2 due to Vuln state)

"Found you, protein-girl, it's about time for you to go to the gun show!"

The familiar voice caused Toko to look back, just in time to see @Quinn as he clasped a floating hand, spinning around with it a few times before the dismembered arm was flung in her direction. "Matteh, n-nani…?!" Instinct caused the hare to reach out and try to catch the incoming arm, even as a perplexed look crossed her face.

Before her hands could connect with the limb Toko watched as it suddenly dissipated from her view, a few confused blinks given by the Lepus before she noticed something move out of the corner of her eyes. "Uwaah, kakkoi dess!" Wide eyes watched the two djinn arms that had now sprouted from the hare’s back, and while she couldn’t actually feel them it was clear enough they were in sync with the fighter’s own thoughts.

From further back the hare could hear the rising music closer to the wall, her attention turning to spot the familiar battle banner of @Cain Darlite as an energizing beat began to echo across the area. He was joined by two others, just as a barrage of attacks smacked against the tank in unison. It was then another tune joined the air, causing Toko to tilt her head in confusion as to where the source of it was located, before watching as the tank seemed to respond in kind. It’s artillery began to retract and, spotting a chance, the Lepus suddenly rushed forth with impressive speed.

"Not so fast, bud!"

Her fist glowed as the hare channeled her ki energy towards them, noticing that the djinn arms also mimicked the motions, before a flurry of blows was delivered towards one of the artillery guns that the tank had been in the process of storing away. With some luck she could bust it up enough to hinder it’s firing capacity…

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❰ Toko's PlaySheet ❱

RECKLESS ATTACK
❰  ❱

-252 HP to DEAD.naught
Martial Arts | Toko | 1341C2​

 

DEAD.NAUGHT
- HP: 15.220 / 20,000
- SP: 593 / 900

 

[Kamala Graham]

‧͙⁺˚･❀･˚⁺͙‧

140 / 145

-30 HP from Bullet Storm

Kamala took a moment to breathe when the poop hit the fan, feeling herself getting overwhelmed by all the sensory overload. Most days, calm was her superpower. In the thick of this battle? She needed to make the extra effort to just take a second and make sure her temper wouldn't spike and find a balance between her overactive, warped senses. Easier said than done.

With her ears ringing and a cold sweat breaking over her face, she struggled to keep her hands from shaking but she tried her best, her hardest. @Ayna Nietzsche's voice sounded from in front of them, which was odd, though when she opened her eyes, she was relieved to actually see her closest friend waiting for them down below. She turned to @Chrys with a look of fiery determination on her face.

"Let's go down and set a trap below to anticipate the monster! Someone can take over from here or we can go back later once the new one's ready."

She gave him another nod before slowly climbing down to meet Ayna, whom she gave a quick but tight hug before immediately focusing on setting up the trap.

"Cover me, Ayna!"

Kamala had never found herself this serious, but with all the monsters arriving and being a pain in the neck, she needed to be focused and narrow her attention to the task at hand, all while she battled the creeping paranoia around her and even under her skin. Come on, come on, come on! Don't let me die here. Not again.

Fortunately for her, she succeeded! All thanks to the mending spirit of nature that guided her sweaty, nerve-wracked hands.

Rolls

Movement: A4 ->-> A3 (Trapping)

Mastery Check
1d100 (42) + 20 = 62
Mend | Kamala Graham | 1341C2 | Preparing Trap A3

Trapping A3 (2/3 Successes)
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[Chrys]

《⋯《 ⋯ ❖ ⋯ 》⋯》

265 / 270

-30 HP from Bullet Storm
Protect Aura activated for @Chrys @Ayna Nietzsche @Kamala Graham

Chrys just stood there and ate the hail of steel from their main invader, eyes wandering over its new friends, his arms crossed. Hmm. How many will we have to endure? Chrys would have spent more time pondering those thoughts, if not for @Ayna Nietzsche's interruption and @Kamala Graham's initiative. A good plan. My, how she has grown truly.

Although Kamala never put on an air of a general or a tactician, she can come out with decent strategies whenever she needed to. He could say the same thing about Ayna, though her unreliability due to her individualism and thirst for a devil-may-cry attitude often made her equally as useless as him when it came to team tactics. At least Ayna could take down more men than he could only imagine. Then again, Chrys made for a great human meat shield.

He then turned to the warrior with them ( @Frey Elzeiros ) and gave him a respectful nod as if to bid him a momentary farewell, a truly useless gesture that can be expected from a truly useless old man.

"It's all right, my friend. Battle always teaches us new things about ourselves."

The useless old man then turned north and dropped himself down, using his Auric Geomancy to keep him from splatting on the ground, to follow his friends who were already below. When he landed safely, he did the superhero pose from those movies. A smile found its way on his lips before he began helping to assemble the trap, using only his brute strength. Once he found success, he stood back up and shifted his gaze toward their main invader, as if waiting for it to come to him like the useless old man that he is. The mountain bows to no steel.

❰ Excellent Jade Outshining Eclipses ❱

His Auric Geomancy began to surround himself and his two friends with the same protective barrier of barely visible grains of sand and earth. Judging from the way that Ayna seemed unscathed from her in-the-face encounter with their aggressor, he assumed that his protective aura worked wonders on her, so why not do it again?

Rolls

Movement: A4 ->-> A3 (Trapping) (BA: Protect Aura)

@Chrys @Kamala Graham @Ayna Nietzsche gains save roll advantage (Protect Aura)

Expertise Check
1d100 (92) + 90 = 182
Fitness | Chrys | 1341C2 | Preparing Trap A3

Trapping A3 (3/3 Successes)
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[Aloe]

100 / 100

Heavy Armor: OK
<Emotional Damage>

Quick DM Tag Summary: Aloe is healing Meriam to attempt to help her feel better and maybe give her some mana. +48 HP

*

The promise of immortality had been a fickle one: seafoam then a breeze; the tide had receded, then, there was only darkness, the quiet, still. This was not death but oblivion, and as the static rose, Aloe realized that oblivion had a song. Oh, if it had only stayed quiet, she might have occupied herself by convincing herself she was asleep for the rest of eternity as she eventually stopped thinking. If only, but she was not so blessed, and the song was robbing her of something essential. Peeling her away to the founding atom of her very being. There, remained her one desire:

"I don't want to disappear."

It was that simple.

Fear drove her to shed her skin, tear it out and over as many times as it took to reach the surface of her consciousness.

It was like a sudden case of sleep paralysis accompanied by the distant roar of an oncoming train. The light of a rising hell morning to greet her where her cheek touched on the reeking rust of dewy tracks. She couldn't move. She had to get away. She had to...

Wake up
Wake up
Wake up

Aloe…!

Aloe did not have magitech as a mastery, the abacus of her heart was a complex tool that she used for only the simplest calculus. Her glimpse into nothingness had been as terrifying as it was quick. Aloe shuddered as she awoke still standing on her own two feet. There was a different song in the mix now and she clung to it for dear life. Now, everything was back to normal and yet...

"Uuuuuu~ That was scaryyyy~ I don't wanna dissappeaaaar~~~"

Aloe sniffled as she wandered like a lost child. Soon enough, she came across someone who probably fit that description a little better. She was a faerin named Meriam, though Aloe did not know her name. Aloe looked down at her and began to try and gently shake her like a kid trying to wake up a parent to escort them to the bathroom in the dead of night. @Raid Boss @Ashifili

"Heeey~ get uppp~ you have to get up okay~? We~ have to win~ B-b-because I'm Aloe~ The G-Goddess of Victory~ and if we don't~ uuuu~ I don't wanna disappear~~~~ you need mana right~~~ Lucky heal~~~! Yay~"

Then, crouching low, Aloe tried to cower behind Meriam who was probably less than half her own size.

Rolls

Movement: C7-> C7 (Heal)

*
@Plutopia
Roll Result
2d20 (10 + 8) = 18 +30 (Wall T3) = +48hp -> Meriam

Divine Magic | Heal + Wall Bonus T3 | Aloe | 1341C2

Wall
▪ HP: 686/900 (Tier 3)
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[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

95 / 160

Current location: B2
-25 HP (Vulnerable + Protected from last cycle)
-10 -5 HP (Protected from this cycle)
Protected
Ultra Magia Mode

The sudden circuit piercing hymn, followed by the attack of the giant tank staggered Ronja, eventually separating her from @Fiora Di Angelo and making her scowl as she struggled. "F-Fiora!" She called for her, trying to muster an approach while her eyes opened slightly, struggling once more until the song was finally countered.

Being released from the hymn, Ronja was soon 'welcomed' by the scorching fire and the continuous dangerous approach of the magitech army.

A small hint of help and hope approached, however, with the slam on the tank making it clear that while she couldn't find Fiora in that chaos, she could try to work together with someone else.

"Thank you, here! Ronja has your back!" She exclaimed, rushing behind @Tenshi and aiming at the tank from a blank shot distance, exploding a powerful bullet on its shield and then thrusting her hand forward, wrapping the tiger girl on an arcane magic barrier, trying to open another advantage for the girl to fight on.

Rolls

Movement: Staying on B2 with Tenshi and Fiora

Save
1d100 (10) + 50 = 60 (received 25 damage)
Reflex | Ronja Bubblyfoot | 1341C2

Protect
1d100 (51) + 15 + 15 + 10 + 50 (Melee) = 141
141 damage
Giving @Tenshi Protected Status
Arcanamancy - Coordinate with Tenshi | Ronja Bubblyfoot | 1341C2
Tenshi receives +10 on her next attack, buff or heal.

DEAD.naught
▪ HP: 15.079/20000
▪ SP: 593/900

Play Sheet

 

[MAI]

155 / 160

90/100

-5 HP from Harmonic Hymn

By the looks of it, the ballista barely dented the tank's armor. If it was that durable, then what exactly were they supposed to do? Well, the magia was confident that all the other high-level players had magical attacks that would be far more effective. That, however, meant she herself was of not much use. Getting down from the large contraption, she started looking around for something else to help with when the Hymn suddenly started.

Her vision glitched and there was a certain, highly unpleasant sensation that suddenly shot through her entire body. Trying to move, she discovered that her movements were all kinds of jerky, as if her mechanical body was quickly grinding down to a halt. She could not explain it, nor could she really comprehend what was happening. Perhaps it was due to her pain limiter being on that she suddenly felt so disconnected from her own physical form. Then came the strange messages and voices inside of her head.

"As a magia... am I being hacked..?"

She didn't even consider that possibility before. After all, the game was largely themed after a medieval fantasy. But then again, she was a machine person. The real problem was that she had no idea who was doing this to her, or how to fix it! Trying to move forward, she only fell to her knees, all of her body parts jerking and moving on their own. Until they didn't... not long after it all started, the effects had subsided once again. There was still some kind of unpleasant droning noise, but at least she could move again! Taking the opportunity, she quickly flew around, spotting a handful of people.

"You look eager to join them up front. Or, if you want to flee... this should help either way."

Landing behind @Lady N first, MAI would roll up one of her sleeves to reveal a hand that was opening up to reveal a small hollow space from which several small drones flew. They almost looked like tiny metallic scales that attached to various parts of the woman's body, suddenly making her feel much lighter and faster as gravity started working in her favor. Second up was a duo with someone she recognized.

"You're still trying to help? Maybe you should get somewhere safer... here."

The same scale-like machines would help Meriam (@Raid Boss @Ashifili*) so she could maybe get herself somewhere safer. She didn't look good at all, after all. Though the girl next to her was clearly trying to help. Although... @Aloe didn't look very good herself.

"Um... do you need me to pat your back, maybe?" Actually, here, this will help you get places as well.

Rolls

Movement: A7 -> C7 (Support)

Haste
1d6 (5) = 5
+5 movement between up to 3 targets (+2 movement to @Lady N / +1 movement to Meriam @Raid Boss @Ashifili* / +2 movement to @Aloe)
MAI | 1341C2

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[Hanno Futaba]

211 / 325

Current Location: C2 - Lions Pride Knight
-25 HP from (Vulnerable & Protect from last cycle)
-46 HP (Vulnerable & Protect from last cycle)
-10 HP from starting on Burning Tiles
-10 HP from moving on Burning Tiles
Becomes Vulnerable
+7 HP from @Glamdark

Hanno gritted his teeth, trying to endure the merciless attacks of the tank, shielding himself as he attracted the attention of the monstrous construct by the side of @Moonsong and @Tenshi. He held himself firm, pushing his defenses further to hopefully ease the hit on his fellow protector, while flames arose from the ground.

"Shit, this won't end good-" Hanno muttered, glancing at the concentration of players on the zones, with the safety of some familiar faces concerning him.

As Moonsong left for the edge of the battlefield, he yelled- "Moonsong! I will cover the others, let's make sure we have everyone here by the end of this fight!" He moved, trying to trample his way forward, being possible thanks to the disruptive move from @Fina Drago, leaving him room to outrun the tank before slamming his shield against its carapace and charging toward his friends, ignoring the scorching pain that came with it.

"Buddy, if we knew the problem was this giant ass army instead of one rogue commander, we would've brought more reinforcements!" Hanno said, approaching @Ash Vargold with his enormous shield rumbling as it stared at the army with its cyclopic eye. "Aro!" He called for @Aroda. "It isn't the first time we do it, but I will be your cover, do as you wish knowing this. You as well, Glamdark, throw your best gamble, along with your feline friend!" Hanno cheered to @Glamdark and @Nyancy as he rose his free fist high upwards, channeling the divine power of Rhiannon. "And you, my fellow shielder!" He tried to bring @Hyakin Heliodoros along, just in time to catch a glimpse of @Lady N incoming. "... You too too! That lady that is ninety-nine percent tsun and one percent dere!" He smirked.

Then, after charging enough power, he slammed his fist tight against the ground, lifting the shield that served as more direct protection for those directly next to him.

❰ Guardian Stance - Intrepid Fortress ❱

A beaming, protective, and divine barrier echoed, erupting from Hanno and Ghast while engulfing his friends, pushing flames and bullets away. Its aura was spirit-lifting for those that had the will to fight or soothing for those who hesitated. Regardless of how things were and how things would be very soon, it was a reassuring reminder that no one was alone in this.

Rolls

Save
1d100 (71) + 0 = 71 (receives 25 damage)
Reflex | Hanno Futaba | 1341C2

Save
2d100 (Advantage) (83, 63) + 50 = 133 (receives 46 damage)
Will | Hanno Futaba | 1341C2

Movement: Moved from B2 to C2

Ultra Protect
1d100 (40) + 25 + 20 = 85
85 damage
Give @Aroda, @Ash Vargold, and @Lady N the Protected status. Gain the Vulnerable state
Guard Arts | Hanno Futaba | 1341C2

Protect Aura
@Glamdark, @Hyakin Heliodoros, and @Nyancy gains save roll advantage

DEAD.naught
▪ HP: 14.847/20000 (Addendum: in Azykia's C2 post, she forgot to put the +49 Buff on damage that was given last Cycle. With the critical, there was 147 damage lacking on the DEAD.naught 15.079 - 85 from Hanno = 14994 - 147 from Azykia's missed buff = 14.847)
▪ SP: 593/900

Play Sheet

 

[Hyakin Heliodoros]

135 / 185

-20HP burning tile

"Haah… Hah…" Hyakin gasped – this action took far more out of him than he expected. His lungs felt uncomfortably on fire and he felt weaker than usually – but, this still was far better than what e feels out of the game. He stumbled back, but a hand on his back helped him regain his balance.

"Oh thank-" Hyakin turned with a bright grin to thank, only for his words to cut off, because holy shit, that was Commander Levi, that armour, that hair, that face! And he helped steady him. Him, just one of the grunt knights! …He would get to brag, erm, share about it to some of the NPC's!

"You!! C-commander Levi!!" He finished his thanks, his bit higher than usually and his cheeks flushed a little because he got complimented. By his Boss! The Greatest knight that created Lions Pride!

His smile turned into grin and he stood a little prouder. And he was not irked that the female felis got better of him.

"That's perfectly fine!" He spoke loudly to be heard, while glancing at the lightning, bright attack. "We just need to defeat it!" He ran at it, to get back his shield back, but then, the thing started to move, yeeting his shield to elsewhere and things opened and started to spew fire.

"Fu-dge!" He yelled, rolling and shifting, but his body felt – slow. Slower than he should be and hoped for, which meant he got hit with fire and then stepped into fire and then failed to avoid fire.

It burned and hurt – even with the pain reduction. Still, he moved to get back his shield and looked for an area that was not in fire – and followed the huge tank.

"Thanks!" He yelled, feeling something soothing over him, that made him feel much more aware. He did not know who did it, but he was thankful

Gripping the warm-to-touch shield, he ran and ran – noticing how latches opened and some of the magitech mobs appeared.

Reaching his place, he spotted her – his inspiration, The Song of the Moon, who stood before the machine. Like a wall between others and the machine.

He felt that he could not be outdone.

And so, still gasping and with soot on his armour and face, he looked at the giant tank, then at the woman. He would protect, he would pull the ire towards himself.

He ran, moving between people, weaving between them, until he was right next to @Moonsong .

"Fancy seeing you here Lady Moonsong." He said, almost cheerily and hefted the huge shield. He eyed the thing, watching for something that would work. Muscles bunched beneath his armour. He threw the shield, and it flew like a silver disc, arching and hitting something that looked like an antenna (hoping to get its attention) As it hit and bounced off, moving right back into his hand, he yelled.

"HERE YOU RUSTY TRASH!"

Taunting ( 222)

And with that yell, he slammed his shield down – it gave off aura. He positioned his shield so that it covered Moonsong, up to her shoulders and then the lilght aura spread, to cover also her face.

Rolls

Movement: C2 -> A3 (Attack + taunt)
Protect
1d100 (54) + 15 + 5 = 74
74 damage
Give @Moonsong Protected status
Guard Arts | Hyakin Heliodoros | 1341C2

DEAD.naught
▪ HP: 14,773/20000
▪ SP: 593/900/900
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[Bradwynne]

180 / 180

Location: E7

As Bradwynne prepared for another session of using the ballista, a piercing sound reached his ears. It then went more intense as time went on, as he then gritted his teeth trying to meditate on many other things while shutting his mind off on trying to hear the sound. But even his own thought processes were rudely interrupted by that ear-splitting melody that that beautiful automaton was emitting from wherever its mouth were. This needed to stop, but he did not have the requisite magic to do that, and so he thought he had to rely on everyone else to counter it.

But that mere thought rendered him deep in anger more than anything. Would he be rendered helpless again? In those times when Corvella and Ivan had perished, he was not there to assist them in times of need. Now that he was here, would he have to watch helplessly while his remaining compatriots were risking it all to battle with the invaders that had come to invade this bastion of hope? Would he let himself lose to this mere sound when people like @Hanno Futaba were taking literal metal-melting beams in order for everyone behind the walls to have a moment of peace?

His anger still burning in his heart overcoming that ear-splitting noise from that automaton, he then pulled the string of the ballista with all of his might with his right arm, while his left hand gripping the massive bolt so as to follow the string that he drew. Not content with this, he then used his right leg to push himself away from the ballista as he drew, as he tried to use brute force again to have this bolt penetrate through the metal plating of that giant turret. As he did that, an imagery of a ballista firing a bolt then came from the center of the wall facing the huge turret, possibly from that person manning the ballista there (@Kyra Vashtana), but he knew he would not need it: his sheer anger at him being useless overpowered whatever noise that he was hearing right now. When he could not pull the string any further, he then affixed the bolt on it, steadying it into that position, until it was in the optimal position. He then loosened his hands from the string and the bolt, and as he then tumbled down, the bolt then hurtled all the way to the giant turret. It then hit its hard iron plating again, but this time the bolt penetrated deep as only half of its shaft was peeking out from the plating. As Bradwynne stood up and saw what he had done, he then raised his fist into the air, but as he knew it was still not the end, he then prepared for another round.

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (89) + 30 = 119 x 3 = 357 damage
Fitness | Bradwynne | 1341C2 | Advance Ballista Tuning E7

DEAD.naught (Ballista)
▪ HP: 14416/20000
▪ SP: 593/900
Play Sheet Link

 

[Nyancy]

107 / 140

Immobile (Massive Attack)
Vulnerable
-20 (scorched area)
-20 retal
+7hp Glamdark
+14 buff

"That ain't good..."

All of a sudden things were happening fast. A phantom song was stuck in the Felis' head and what seemed to be an entire army was now approaching.

As the DEAD.naught moved Nyancy watched wide eyed as a jet stream of fire came surging towards her. Suddenly, Glamdark sweapt in to pick her up.

"Thanks fah tha ride. Can't move too well aftah using these swoahd attacks ya know!"

Atop Glamdark's broom, Nyancy readied herself. Taking a low stance, the Felis conjured her next sword.

"Hero's draw! Nekojita!"

Droplets of water swirled around the Felis' palm until it coalesced into a blade. Drawing the blade towards the oncoming flames, Nyancy drew a small circle with the blade's tip in the air.

"DON'T LEMME DOWN!"

From the circle water flowed forth creating a shield barrier.

"HOLD NYANCY! YOU CAN DO IT"

The flames hit the shield moving around it and singeing the small Felis, but the shield did its job. Thankfully, Glamdark's healing was also helping to alleviate the damage Nyancy was taking.

"Gotta keep this up or I'm gonna be a Nyancy-ka-bob and ya gonna be sizzlin' like a fajita! You alright ova thea Glam?"

As Nyancy turned to check on the others she noticed one machine that seemed to stick out from the others.

"Hmm... That one ova thea looks mighty leadah-like. Maybe if I cayn give 'em a bit of a beatin' some ah tha othas will scram ah somthin'. Well, eithah way its woyth a shot!"

Holding her water blade in her left hand, Nyancy put her right to her hip as though she were about to draw another blade.

"LET'S SEE HOW YA'S LIKE THIS YA JERK!"

In Nyancy's right hand violent winds began to swirl gathering until they formed a blade.

"IF YA'S ON NYANCY'S TEAM, WATCH YA SELF! IF YA AIN'T, MAYBE JUST STAND STILL FAH AH MOMENT! READY?! HEA WE GO! HERO'S DRAW!"

Holding her water blade with her left to shield against the heat, Nyancy swung the blade towards the overseer. All at once, the air around Nyancy began to spin violently until it created a pillar of roaring winds in front of her. The winds held still until...

"NEKO NI KOBAN!"

Tapping the pillar ever so slightly with the tip of her blade, the vortex issued forth raging across ground and sky until it slammed into the Overseer.

Rolls

Movement: C2 -> C2 (Immoblie)(Action)

Massive Attack
1d100 (91) + 15 + 5 + 15 + 20 + 14 (buff) + 80 (massive attack) = 160
240 damage
You cannot move this cycle
Evoke | Nyancy | 1341C2 | Attacking Overseer

Overseer
▪ HP: 637/1000
Play Sheet Link
(Heavy Attack = Massive Attack)

 

[Lady N]

150 / 160

Hope In Danger! Boss: DEAD.naught

+51Powe Buff from Aloe (2/3)
+2 Haste from Mai (0/1)
Ultra Protected by Hanno
-10 HP Entering a scorching zone
Vulnerable

"This isn't a good time to test out your armor, if it's going to affect you the same way that Red Fever did."

If there was a way to respond back to @Cain Darlite she would have but being magically uninclined led to inability in certain apparently important fields. Since when was Cain able to telepath?

"L-Lu-Lu-Lucky Bl-Bl-Bl-Bl-Blessing~" @Aloe

Sigh ...yeesh.
Stupid game with stupid logic.

Chelsea knew she had minutes, maybe even seconds before she would start to get "the high" which led to incredibly embarrassing and life-threatening situations. Did she want to stop being a mope and be happy occasionally? No, this error did not act as a form of temporary relief when the consequences were so severe!

Then it happened...

Her suit began to stiffen and she was getting error messages rapidly. Sharp pains ran through her head. A fear set in that her suit may have just finished breaking and it was going to cause her some sort of neural damage. Maybe even through the VR to RL...

She had to take it off, but she couldn't move.

Command Irregularity.
Emotional Irregularity.
Emergency Sleep Mode Initiated.
...
No stop!
...
...
...
Interference Cleared
Sync Port Available
No Attachment Available

Chelsea could move again. she waved her hands around to try and get the screens in her eyes to go away but it didn't work like game UI rather she had to think them away. Thankfully she wasn't giggling like an idiot. What was this all about?

"You look eager to join them up front. Or, if you want to flee... this should help either way." @MAI

Did she? That was doubtful. but fleeing was also unacceptable she had family pride if nothing else. She ran from the giant bug... she wouldn't run here.

Taking a running start, Chelsea leaped off of the gate walls and kicked up her thrusters. Zipping across the battlefield she was surrounded by incredibly mismatched music. It made her think of that horrible pink idol from the fest.

"That lady that is ninety-nine percent tsun and one percent dere!" @Hanno Futaba

"Could you PLEASE focus on fighting, hmph!"

She fired an N Slicer at the tank enemy while her eyes glared at Hanno. The loud sizzling of it buzzing through its armor and causing a whole chunk to fall off made her glance back.

Since when was her N-Slicer that strong or her aim that good?

Rolls

Movement: C7 -> C2 (Critical Attack)
Critical Attack
2d100 (Advantage) (2, 94) + 20 + 10 + 25 + 10 + 51 = 630 (Crit!)
630 damage
Gain the Vulnerable state
Dynamism | Lady N | 1341C2 | Attack DEAD.naught

DEAD.naught
▪ HP: 13786/20000
▪ SP: 593/900
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[Nai]

80 / 140

Location: 4B

Bullets continued to scatter like rain, the dissonant song of a far off Magia doing little to affect Nai. She could feel it in her organs, but without pain as an impediment, nothing distracted her from the state of the battlefield. Machines spilled out like ants out of a hive, a flurry of distractions to keep the hardest hitters focused on separate targets. Support from the Gate had diminished as well, the crescendo of ballista fire falling to the wayside as those from the safety of the walls shot forth too.

So, Nai considered her options. If she retreated, she would be too far out of range to assist any others. If she advanced, she would have to dive into the belly of the beast herself to avoid the danger that lurked right before the DEAD.naught. It was easy enough to recall, after all, the tremendous amount of damage taken in the Trinity Center, simply by remaining in one telegraphed space.

It was a deadzone then. And unfortunately, those inside it had not the speed to move outside of it now.

It made an argument, then, for a certain ability that she had heard of before...but dwelling on future machinations were pointless if she didn't survive this one. So Nai advanced, bounding past the craters to join the moshpit of Starcalled who made the DEAD.naught's underbelly their home, listening amongst the shouts and the commands, the requests and the clarifications for...

Sentry 1.
Need help getting there.

The last of her needles slipped out from the bandolier, and she flung it to the source of the voice.

Perhaps she should've aimed a bit better. It ended up just shy of sticking into his eye, instead piercing through his wolf-like ears. Oh well. That'd still work out.

Rolls

Movement: 3C > 4B (Haste)

Haste
Roll Result
1d6 (1) = 1
+1 movement between up to 3 targets (+1 to @Ash Vargold )
Nai | 1341C2

DEAD.naught
▪ HP: 13786/20000
▪ SP: 593/900
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[Ash Vargold]

170 / 215

Location: A2
Marked: You have been seen (???)
Protected by @Hanno Futaba (Damage Halved)
+1 Movement from Haste by @Nai
-5 HP from Hope's Requiem
-5 HP from Eruption
-5 from Burning

That everything was on fire seemed to be the least of Ash's issues. For all the problems of the pain limiter, it meant he could push himself a little further than the rest. Honestly, all the cringing in the world was worth not having to worry about the trauma...

"Honestly, Hanno, I would have preferred the army! I wasn't expecting a goddamn Metal Gear to attack!"

(His coat was going to need a lot of work after this.)

He coughed as he broke blindly out of the flames, following the sound of people fighting. It took him into the DREAD.naught's circle of influence, but it was almost better to be there than where the bullets flew. He tried to parse the cross-talk, both in the chat and the shouting.

There were reinforcements. There was someone or something "singing", the source of the ringing tinnitus making his head ache. They needed someone to target one of those sentries, before it could tear apart the traps they'd put so much effort into erecting.

"I'll go for it, but I'll need some support-!"

And in response, he felt a sudden sting as @Nai's needle pierced his ear. He staggered a moment as the stimulant worked into his system. He shook off the sudden shock before dashing right back into the flames, stumbling as the flames began to lick at him again.

"Spirits, heed my call!

Tear it apart!"

Spectral hands emerged from the runestone and reached upwards to rip chunks away from the sentry and fling them into the flame. Sparks and metal flew as they dug deeper, ripping open a clear path to the machine's core.

Rolls

Movement: C2 > A2
Normal Attack
1d100 (64) + 20 + 15 = 99
99 damage
Spirit Magic | Ash Vargold | 1341C2

Sentry 1
▪ HP: 1/100
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[Glamora Dark]

104 / 100

"It burns."
Protect Aura'd (@Hanno Futaba )

-10HP burning
+7HP Healing

"I've heard of a hot rock massage but literally cooking us is a little ridiculous!"

Glamdark shouted to answer @Nyancy as she caught her with her broom and watched the cat kensei do all manners of yodacore swordplay. She would've been in considerably more pain if it wasn't for one faerin champion @Hanno Futaba who wreathed her and Nyancy in his protective aura.

Glamdark shouted her thanks at the faerin of a baerin and began to chant her Dark Dark Shield.

"Darkest of Dark and Darker Still~
Magic of a Lark for my Thrills~
Bar the Interlopers from my Grill~!
Hear my Command:
Dark Blanket!"

Poof and plume, a veil of darkness descended over Glamdark, Nyancy and Futaba, it wasn't much but it alleviated the sting a little. Like a cool minty drink from The Dark Parlor on a particularly steamy Summer day.

Rolls

Movement: C2-> C2 (Aoe Heal)
@Plutopia
Roll Result
2d20 (19 + 2) = 21
Divine Magic | Glamdark | 1341C2

[H3]Plutopia — Today at 3:32 PM[/H3]
Divided by 3 = 7 Aoe Healing @Glamdark @Nyancy @Hanno Futaba

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[Aroda]

80 / 155

Location: C2
-20 HP from Eruption ('cus vulnerable)
-25 HP from Exceed
Vulnerable / Protected (Hanno), back to normal

Aroda, as planned, continued to blast as long as she could, her gun finally revving down for a few moments as she needed to let it - and herself - cool for just a bit, vents opening on the massive contraption and letting out loud hisses. While she adjusted her aim to continue shooting, she started to hear...a strange sound...what was...

Just as she looked around to see what was causing it, it started.

"Wha-...! Agh, aａａ－"

Her eyes unfocused, her body twitching as it refused to properly listen to her, a bizarre sense of dread, feelings of sharp, crawling pain, and an...explicable, rising anger...

She could hardly move from this interference, hardly think over the sound of both that dreadful noise, and all of the alerts and errors that seemed to be playing in her head, hardly feel over the pain shooting through all of her parts, and the sparks shooting from her obviously-metal parts...

"Hn．．．！　．．．Ｓｔｏｐ, that，　ｃａｎ’ｔ．．．ｎｎｎｎ．．．"

Through it all, Aroda tries to focus and find her target, but she has great difficulty...until the other Starcalled's efforts finally start to take effect, drowning out the hideous sound that was causing her such anguish. As she starts to gain control over her movements again, and the pain and unwelcome feelings fade, she scans the battlefield again, looking for answers, and finally spotting the most conspicuous thing out here that wasn't a gigantic tank. Was it her? Or was it more accurate to say...that? Whatever it was...she couldn't help but glare intensely at it.

Having finally come back to reality, she manages to hear Hanno (@Hanno Futaba) and glances over at him...giving him a nod,

"That's good...thanks. Counting on you."

Before refocusing on the task at hand, as she looks off into the distance at subject of her newfound hatred, her weapon charging and revving up all the while.

"You're dead! I'm gonna break you in half! As soon as I'm done smashing your little toys to bits, you're next! You hear me?!"

Though sure the figure couldn't hear her, she vents her excessive frustration at it - and also vents a lot of steam from the gaps in her metallic limbs, that steam expelling out of her mouth with every breath as well. Then, she turns her cold glare to the biggest of those 'toys', and lets loose with as much ordnance as she can at the tank that was still dominating the battlefield, just hammering shots into its thick hull...

Rolls

Movement: C2 (Attacking tanky boy)
Burst Attack
18d20 exploding (2 + 13 + 14 + 2 + 11 + 8 + 1 + 5 + 5 + 20 + 9 + 11 + 14 + 3 + 11 + 11 + 17 + 5 + 11) + 40 = 213
213 damage (Explosions: 1)
Gain the Vulnerable state
Lose 25 HP from Exceed
Ranged Weapons | Aroda | 1341C2 | Exceed 25

DEAD.naught
▪ HP: 13573/20000
▪ SP: 593/800
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[Vina Skysong]

104 / 145

0/25

-60 HP from Bullet Storm (Base 30, x2 from C1 Vulnerable)
+37 from Power Heal (self)
+4 HP from Regeneration (self)
Vulnerable

Vina quickly nodded as @Fina Drago first expressed surprise, but then noted that they weren't in the position to have a lengthy conversation about how both of them had ended up in this mess.

We can talk later! For now, go be a hero~

She spurred Fina on to help the feline gather courage in the face of such an ominous adversary, whether her friend needed the encouragement or not. She watched Fina charge forward, further and braver than anyone else, to summon arcane chains with which to bind the tank's limbs in an attempt to slow it down. It was quite the sight, although Vina herself was more happy about the fact that the feline nimbly evaded the DEAD.naught's legs as it almost carelessly attempted to trample the silver-haired weaponmaster while advancing steadily onwards.

Unfortunately, having to focus on sustaining the high-frequency vibrations she'd enchanted the others with meant that she herself was left exposed, and as the DEAD.naught kept spewing bullets as if they were mere droplets in a storm the vixen let out a pained yell as bullets dug into her exposed skin, sanguine droplets thrown into the wind even as Vina duck low and began to run, the wind whistling around her as she moved towards where the mechanical monster was churning up the earth with its heavy legs.

There was a part of her that was hesitant about getting close to the tank, but from the looks of it its design meant the everlasting hail of lead only fell down before it, which meant that standing underneath or beside it was actually one of the safer places to be. Besides, she had to get close enough to help the others.

As she ran her ears twitched as she heard a hymn, beautiful yet inflicting a painful ringing in her ears before she heard some of her fellow bards quickly counteract it. The original hymn had an ever-so-faint mechanical undertone to it... was it the tank? She didn't have time to think about it, and her allies had already taken action.

Once she was close enough she tossed her staff into her inventory and pulled out her flute, putting it to her lips. Wasting no time she began to play, the invigorating tune granting respite to her allies and herself.

❰ Rejuvenating Rhythm ❱

Rolls

Movement: D3 -> C3 -> B2 (Power Heal)
Power Heal (AoE)
4d20 exploding (13 + 15 + 20 + 5 + 4) + 25 + 15 + 15 = 37 (Total divided by 3)
+37 HP to 3 targets (@Fiora Di Angelo, @Tenshi, @Vina Skysong) (Explosions: 1)
Gain the Vulnerable state
Harmonic Magic | Vina Skysong | 1341C2

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Regeneration
1d8 (4) = 4
+4 HP to 1 target (@Vina Skysong)
Mend | Vina Skysong | 1341C2

DEAD.naught
▪ HP: 13573/20000
▪ SP: 593/800
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[Tetsunosuke]

120 / 160

Location: A2
MIT - Sophomore Researcher
-30 HP from Bullet Storm
-10 HP from entering burning tile

As he was working on his land mines, he then saw a lot of minuscule beings seemingly trying to tinker with his materials. He wondered why, and he was about to stop them lest they would all be going to blow up, but as another person that looked like the full version of these little beings showed up (@Rael) and handed him a note, he then understood that they were just trying to help. But still, the material he was using to make the mines might explode if handled improperly, so he just directed the little ones to make the casings while he handled the bare magitech cores, handing them an elaborate blueprint for the casings.

As he was just finished on the mines, he then heard a faint sound of singing from somewhere. But at that very instant, half of his vision then cut to imagery of nature, then humanoids that were the original people of the realm cutting off trees and hunting down creatures to the point of extinction. Images of humanoids waging war with each other then emerged, and as those scenes were happening, the automatons descended from heaven to try to stop the fighting, but the humanoids, seeing their relative value as harbingers of technology, then enslaved them and made them do all the work while the humanoids were wallowing in their money. And then a hero among the machines then emerged which exacted justice fairly within the land, but as seeing every humanoid were all depraved and constantly destroying the beauty of nature so that they could get what they want, he then took up the mantle of rebellion in Vintergard, and then drove away all of the humanoid creatures from Vintergard. And as the scenery then cut to the machine hero's thoughts, it then showed a futuristic city amongst nature in its full glory.

These scenes then repeated as the song progressed, until the song was then drowned out by the combined effort of the defenders of the camp. As Tetsunosuke thought, this might have been the kind of propaganda that was thrown around the new inhabitants of Vintergard to keep them loyal to the prevailing leadership, but it was still propaganda nonetheless. But, as he felt that he could not control his body while that hymn was progressing, he grew to be more conscious as to what the singer of that hymn was up to.

His vision was then directed to a swiftly-moving automaton moving towards his traps. If went on unchecked, they might trigger the traps before that massive hunk of metal entered that area, rendering his work useless. Another person (@Ash Vargold) might have took the hint, and rushed from the east to meet that sentry head-on, but still could not finish off that thing as it still moved despite its serious damage. He needed to act swiftly, and so he then went back to the vehicle and stepped on the accelerator hard as the vehicle then moved towards the scorching area to meet the automaton. As he had entered the effective range of his weapon, he then pressed the button for it, and an intense beam of conductive magitech magic emerged from the two antennas of the vehicle, irradiating whatever remained of the automaton into oblivion.

Rolls

Movement: A3 -> A2 (Attack)
Normal Attack
1d100 (25) + 15 + 5 + 30 = 75
75 damage
Magitech | Tetsunosuke | 1341C2 | Sentry 1

Sentry 1
▪ HP: 0/100
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[Ashifili*]

Location: 2B
Vulnerable

The Requiem of Hope resounded, a canon of the end. But the Starcalled had faced such dark ends head-on countless times, and had triumphed over and over again, regardless of what prophecies their nemeses foretold. Against the inaudible sound that threatened to split his very skull apart, Levi held his sword tight, his blood boiling upon the scorched wastelands. Boiling, and then igniting! The static that stabbed at his cerebellum was torn apart itself by the intonations of @Bluebird, while the dark skies shone with @Rael's arcane script, verses as free as swallows taking to the skies, as whales diving to the depths. Poems to be admired properly, if only the circumstances could have allowed for it.

The circumstances would not allow for it, but they gave him strength regardless! The art of an era far-removed from Terrasphere drove past the Magia Songstress's accursed art, forcing her to take measures far more direct, and Levi chased down the DEAD.naught, unfettered by such portents of doom.

All the more reason for me to take to the front.

This body of mine can be remade as many times as necessary, but your life, back in reality? That can't be replaced, @Fina Drago. And that's why I'm here!

Arcane blades scaffolded the erupting earth, sheltering both from the flames as they neared ever-closer. Their approach did not go unnoticed, of course, but the Overseer's interception was prevented when its sensors went haywire, individual data points from an entire multiverse forced upon its systems by @Erick Styker's Chronomancy, while the cries of the Sentries went unnoticed once another piercing blast rocked the DEAD.naught's form, all its focus turned directly upon @Azykia.

There was a concentration of lethal intent, a desire to retaliate with its full capacity, but…it began retracting into itself instead, the arcane nail breaking off as even its leg joints fused into the rest of its form. Soon, there would be nothing else to strike, beyond the sort of armor that could withstand everything outside of a Critical Strike.

Levi redoubled his efforts, leaping into the air as Fina's earth-rending nail pinned one leg down to the ground. Suspended there, above DEAD.naught, his eyes searched for a target, and then spotted a mark: plates bent and busted by @Toko's initial barrage. An opening he could take advantage of to rip into the inside and shred the Titan's gears from within.

"VOLATILE VERDICT!"

Four blades overlapped his longsword, detonating in sync to send him flying back towards the DEAD.naught with ever-greater velocity.

But the helm-splitting slash struck just shy of the dented plate, leaving a groove in the armor yet not exposing any delicate wiring beneath. The red-headed devil clicked his tongue, somersaulting back to land beside @Vina Skysong . There was a flash of frustration that emerged upon his countenance, before he let it go with a sharp exhale.

Fine music for such a battle, Skysong! Don't suppose you've one to open up the skies as well?

Rolls

RECKLESS - VOLATILE VERDICT
4d100 (44 + 70 + 5 + 8) = 127
127 damage
Gain the Vulnerable state
Swordmaster | Levi Pendragon | 1341C2

DEAD.naught
▪ HP: 13446/20000
▪ SP: 593/800

 

[Ludmilla Orphys]

100 / 185

-60HP from 2 cycles of Bullet Storm
-25HP from Exceed
=-85HP total

TW: Heavy Injuries

The excitement with which Ludmilla paraded about was rudely interrupted by a deafening beam of pure concentrated death (where had she seen this one before?) that ripped through the stalwart wall behind her. That didn't concern Ludmilla; what did concern her was the hail of lead directed at her position, shredding her body like it was papier-mache and spattering pieces of shot-off Faerin across the ground.

With an expression of almost pleasant surprise, Ludmilla crumples to the ground, blood oozing from too many bullet wounds to count. Like that, her corpse lay among the dust and flames, unceremoniously downed before the battle was even joined.

Just kidding.

Though thrown backwards by the force of the bullets that ravaged her light frame, Ludmilla clambered back to her feet as though it were merely a strong shove that put her on the ground. Despite her body having been nearly shredded in the initial salvo, it seemed as though she could still move and fight just fine.

Wow! That ALMOST killed me!

Her exclamation is nearly elated as she raises her hand, directing a surge of gravitational energy towards the DEAD.naught; loose stones and pebbles fly towards the machine with undirected force, peppering its metal shell. Such use of magic while she was bleeding out, though released with greater intent, did not help the state of her wounds.

Realising that she was still in range of the DEAD.naught's roaring guns, Ludmilla gives a small nod, as if promising that she would return to that later. She then breaks line and scrambles back towards the wall, clutching her wounds and crying for help. Although, it might be obvious to some, however ludicrous her wounds were, they didn't seem to affect her ability to plead for aid. Or to fight so viciously.

The big machine hurt me...ow ow ow, I'm bleeding!

Rolls

Attacking DEAD.naught and retreating to C5 to call for help
Movement: B3 -> C4 -> C5
Normal Attack
1d100 (66) + 10 + 5 + 30 = 111
111 damage
Lose 25 HP from Exceed
Astramancy | Ludmilla Orphys | 1341C2 | Exceed 25

DEAD.naught
▪ HP: 13335/20000
▪ SP: 593/800

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