Complete Main Story Vintergard (S4) Hope in Danger!

[Ilusa Nakhalee]

113 / 160

-30 Eruption Tile
-30 RKO
-20 TUBBY
+63 Self
Location: A4

Fire. The fire was slowly gnawing away her health. Bit by bit, it tried to consume her.

Like in the visions she saw.
Where her husband-
Where Astor-
Where-

She observed the numbers going dow because the fire was relentless. Bit by bit, bit by bit.

She spotted a dead player. …She decided to raise them –but the energy fizzled out as she saw the machine take away the man’s head (when body parts were too scattered about, too far from one another, it failed). Ilusa hissed, irritated – but then something happened.

The boss evolved and – things changed.

The worm's body, the lightning - it attacked, it dug into health.

She gritted her teeth and walked through the fire, scaling the elevated area, ignoring the burns eating here and there through her robes.

She heard the sounds of metal and saw someone flying past her; hit by the monster.

A monster that, from what it sounded, somewhat assimilated a Player?

“…” Ilusa felt faint at that realisation. This was worse than the birth-world. Not just death could wait for one, but a corruption of their own soul and being. she heard the desperate woman and the thought of such thing happening to Astor - it was terrifying. It was.. It was...

"...worse than death." She muttered rooted to the spot. It forced one to think about the ‘after’ and knowledge that one’s soul was not safe was-

Her fur stood up once more. And she stepped into fire on purpose to let the pain distract her from those thoughts. As Astor wanted, she went to the front line – and she saw him there. Fire trying to eat him; conversation with a red-headed person – she had seen him somewhere.

She stared at Astor himself few more moments, checking his health.. In fact she walked closer to him, to be nearby, even as she focused on other players in her range (and it was a curious thing, how just by looking at someone, she could know if they were in range or not).

Her own health was not the best, the lightning and the worm took a chunk of it. Even with the rain, the fire kept eating her own HP.

Thus she would take the magic from her robe and cast a safer spell.

Pale gold light flowed and formed sigils, which shifted and blurred and morphed as Ilusa chanted with clear voice. She raised her hands and ‘threw’ the magic up, focusing on her targets. The gentle pale gold light danced in streaks, flowing to their targets and hitting them, one by one, by one, raising their health in small amounts over time, herself included.

Rolls

Movement: B4 -> A4 (Heal)
Heal (AoE) 1d20 (20) + 25 + 15 + 15 = 25 (Total divided by 3)
Divine Magic | Ilusa Nakhalee | 1341C4
1d20 (1) = 1
1d20 (14) = 14
20 + 1 + 14 + 25 + 15 + 15 +100 (surge) =190/3 = 63
+63 to Herself
+63 HP to @Fina Drago
+63 HP to @Toko

MEME.naught:
HP: 4385/20000

Player Sheet Link

 

[Frey Elzeiros]

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1 / 160

Location: A4
Normal - Bleeding (4)
Immortal
Vulnerable
-163HP from Sky Lance Upgrade

He laid buried underneath the rubble, breath labored. His body didn't answer him, unlike it had done that time. Cracked and bruised, this useless cage, keeping him from the action yet again...

Frey closed his eyes, and drifted off to the sound of bones bending and cracking, to the feeling of bile rising up his throat as ink spewed forth from his parted lips.

When he finally came to, he found himself surging through the battlefield at a speed he didn't know he himself possessed, body moving through sheer instinct rather than any directive of his, a high-pitched screeching leaving his mouth. Eyes ran along the skin of his chest, neck, and arms, and ink marked his advance by the splatter of ichor he left in his wake, dripping from every place where he had been wounded.

The creature found its target with ease, and relished in unleashing its assault upon the machine, tearing through the metal plating with a relentlessness all familiar with the princeling of a faerin wouldn't recognize in him.

Rather than stop, it fell first, screeching as the crackling energy that coursed through him now came back to bite him, seeking a feast of mana by which to satisfy itself. Heightened senses caught the distinctive swing of a familiar figure's blade, struggling against one of their common enemy's legs.

"Whoa... Is that you, best friend? (@Schilva Flasch)" Frey spoke, his voice carrying throughout the reverberations born of the corruption keeping his body together rather than the use of harmonics he didn't possess. His words were slow, as if speaking was energy rapidly spent. The creature's smile widened to show its sharpened teeth, less vicious in its intent as Frey clumsily lowered himself beside the swordsman, every single eye that had popped open along his exposed skin with their attention now fixed on him.

He lifted up a claw and pushed it onto his chest, urging him backward as Frey took his place on the battlefield, "I don't know why you keep following me into these dangerous situations. You'll get... yourself killed like that, you know?"

Yet those heightened senses also caught the bickering of two individuals, one he had met before, and another blonde who looked like they ought to be cold by his lack of clothes.

"Ladies, ladies, you are both pretty," said a creature that bore Frey's most distinctive features, starlit crown and the warped echo of his characteristic laughter included, as he laid both monstrous hands upon Levi and Astor's (@Asch, @Raid Boss) shoulders, willing them further apart and leaving an inky stain where he had made contact. "I can take both of you to prom."

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Movement: B6 > A5 > A4
Burst Attack
14d20 exploding (7 + 9 + 15 + 18 + 14 + 14 + 14 + 7 + 7 + 5 + 6 + 2 + 19 + 18) + 10 + 50 = 215
178 damage (Explosions: 0)
Gain the Vulnerable state
Corrupt | Frey Elzeiros | 1341C4
Playsheet Link

MEME.naught:
HP: 4250/20000

 

[Valmont]

100 / 100

Location: D7

He watched the distant spectacle with MEME.naught go on, jaw slack. He was clearly missing some things, but got the gist. ”I was not ready for today.” He grumbled to himself as people ran this way and that.

Then the wall exploded. He rushed forward into the fray in an attempt to help as many people as he could. In particular he ran up next to @Ash Vargold . He flung an arm out as he moved by, a trio of octahedron floated up next to the beastfolk. One of them sparked, falling inert to the ground, but the other two opened like flowers to send a cascading wave of blue energy over the man.

His head swimming with the chaos and carnage of his surroundings, Valmont didn't say anything else as he passed, he just moved onto the next nameless victim. And the one after that.
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Rolls

Movement: D7 -> B7 (Action)

Playtest Power Heal

4d20 (7 + 18 + 4 + 9) = 38 to @Ash Vargold
Magitech| Valmont | 1341C4
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Play Sheet​

 

[Rael]

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86 / 140

Location: A4
Protected
Marked: You have been seen (Teleported - Expires in ??:???:??)
-30HP from Lightning RKO
-15HP from Eruption & Burning (Halved)
-14HP from Nemesis' Ripper DoT (Halved)
-10HP from Raining Wurm
+27HP from Ludmilla Orphys' Heal
+55HP from Kyra Vashtana's Heal

A gift?! For us?!

The small hands of the assistant held onto the gift imparted by the blonde combatant and short-term partner that had been @Tetsunosuke, eyes practically all but glowing at the excitement it did little to hide, bouncing on the tips of its toes. It tried to speak its gratitude into existence, but was quickly stopped by the realization the blonde's name yet escaped its shared database, and therefore, its summoner's.

Wait, mister, I don't know your-... Gee, whiz, why does everyone either blow up, blow me up, or dash in and out every five seconds... What happened to "thank you"? "Hi, my name is..?"

And as the summon embarked on its noble quest to deliver the prized possession back to the summoner, explosions and enraged screams which fell upon its uncaring ears...

"[ M-My apologies, I swear I am trying my best! ]" The panicked script appeared in front of Hanno's face as Rael poured her thoughts into the air with a swish of her brush, holding her grimoire above her head to act as an impromptu shield for the falling chunks of metal and charred wurm flesh that rained from above.

She made herself small behind the protection afforded to her by @Hanno Futaba, steadied her breathing as wounds eased with the soothing touch of @Kyra Vashtana's essence merging with her own, and quickly regretted ever breathing in as @Ludmilla Orphys' own special was added into the mix with a sickening display she was lucky enough not to witness from her position.

Flipping open her grimoire, she focused herself on two of the heroes of this story, wounded beyond measure by the machines which they so bravely struck against, and drew both of their figures upon the paper, every now and then urging the Faerin she hid behind to buy her more time with a panicked message of her magical script.

Upon the drawings of both @Fina Drago and @Lady N, she detailed the myriad of cuts and burns which afflicted them and took from their HP bars. Her eyes were alight with a cerulean glow as she willed magic into her art and then erased the injuries out of her picture with extreme precision, the real counterpart of the ladies' wounds too being erased with no trace of their existence left behind.

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Movement: B4 > A4
Playsheet Link

Roll Result
2d20 (20 + 7) = 27
Nemesis' Ripper DoT | Rael | 1341C4
Save
1d100 (97) + 10 = 107
Reflex | Rael | 1341C4

Twice Activated (extra action granted) | Rael | 1341C4
Stable Heal 1: 20 + 10 (wr) + 10 (mr) + 10 (support passive) = +50hp to 1 target (@Fina Drago)
Stable Heal 2: 20 + 10 (wr) + 10 (mr) + 10 (support passive) = +50hp to 1 target (@Lady N)

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

105 / 215

Adventurer's Guild - Platinum
-30 HP

The fire, the noise. Just when did it turned out like this?
The words 'concussion' and 'conciousness' came to mind, only the latter's apparent weakness made it seem like the edges of life & death, and she's been standing right there all this time.

One moment she planned to cut down the magias in front of her.

The other she's worried for the one she came into this whole catastrophe in the first place.

It matched with the scent of ash and brimstone that permeated the air, and the flames that caught her clothes on fire. Somehow only now the pain dawned to her body that struggled oh so much to keep up with the others, with the deadmeme and the euphoria of a battle she could no longer participate in- For all intents and purposes, it's bashing against concrete, and this set off her legs like dynamite, blasting off as beads of sweat ran across her body and each scorched step ate away at her resolve and her nerves re-activated themselves after the first few meters. She ran, and oh did the pressure had her struggle to get air back in her lungs.

Her body shook forth, but something caught her eye as a figure approached from smoke and flames. If she were any less concious, if it were anybody else... But that's a familiar frame, a familiar coat, and the closer she got, the more she could discern a familiar face, one she dreaded. @Yugam was in a mission, his features spoke enough to her.

It motivated her to get in his way instead, forcing a hand on the man's chest to push him back just a few feet.

"This is a bad move, we need to leave. Now. This is not the tim-"

"Outta my fucking way." Spiteful, his grip upon Unmei tightened, but the blade wasn't meant for Fiora despite how she shut his momentum; Partially, as he pushed past her with little to no resistance.

At least until her arm stretched out in a split of a second, reaching out for his bicep to yank him back, using his own weight against him and pushing him up onto her shoulder, making sure to keep his sword arm away from her.

And she begun to run, despite his kicking, furious eyes gazed upon the distance, on what his original target once was. Yet she closed her heart to his woes and her own, gritting her teeth as he screamed and retaliated with as little strength as his body had.

"Kick my ass later if you like, but you got a girl's heart to conquer, hero. Don't kick the dirt just yet." She muttered back at him, as she sprinted further and further, pleading golden eyes flickered in direction to the one woman she prayed for the most as of late... @Ronja Bubblyfoot

"We're alive, heh..."

Rolls

Using Rush Movement: Movement: B2 -> C5 (Action)

DEAD.Naught
▪ HP: 4250/20000

Play Sheet Link

 

[Raid Boss]

Hope in Danger!
Cycle 5

The MEME.naught whizzed and whirled as it engaged in a death match with 20-some toddlers, wailing on him where it hurt, not that it could feel pain anyways. What good is pain going to do for a machine specifically built to fulfill the singular purpose of crushing camp, hope, and love.

The toddlers, he could deal with, but he wasn't about to take the unprompted call-out lying down.

Have you ever heard of localization? Gotta make sure the non-Americans understand that it's gonna be a good shot right in their face. Here, have another Kobe Bryant!

He launched a bomb directly for @Azykia, which smashed into her with an explosive force that sent her diagonally through the wall where she and the blasted blocks smashed directly into Chrys.

BOOM. Perfect. 11/10.

Just for those perfect shots, the MEME.naught felt the need to quip. You could say that they were written into his DNA. Just like how breathing is a prerequisite to be human, quipping is what he does.

Hey! Anyone lost their child at the store? She's getting really fucky. How about you all stop attacking me and get the child a goddamn therapist? @Ludmilla Orphys

Sick shit? You absolutely got it, this shit is sick, bro! Check out my moves!

Whoa, you alright? A healthy young man shouldn't be heaving that much on garbage collection day. @Schilva Flasch @Aroda

Hey Vargold, we bonded over some shroomies, remember? Just wait for me, I'm heading over here to give you a high-five, though, it might just smear you, haha! Big gun-shaped hands are dumb. Who invented this anyways?

Whoa, amazing! I can't believe I'm fighting a Picasso drawing! @Nyancy

Huh? 86, that old-ass anime? What year you living in, granny? @Lady N

Ouch, hey! Why does it feel like I've been hit by a wet noodle? Oh wait, that's just Seto's crits as usual huh? Hey king! You looking for your butterknife? @Seto Kurama

Nice poem, @Cain, but just to prove that I'm the better poet, I don't have to cut a single word from my reply, that's right, I'm just that good.

Damn, angry much, @Hanno? Maybe being a living bowling ball really isn't your life's calling after all.

Phew, consider yourself lucky if I didn't manage to get to you since my quip meter got filled.

After the MEME.naught had filled its quip meter, it began fixing its eyes on the goal once more. However, he was completely taken aback when @Ueno Mizuki crashed down on him like a comet, tearing a hole through the back portion of its body, and leaving behind a caenis-sized gape where metal and oil spilled onto the ground.

OUCH! That seriously hurts.

BLAM! Without a single quip or a warning, the gunhead came for Mizuki at blinding speed, smashing into her with earth-parting force and hurling her directly into @Magi Heart and partly Haito. There was an explosion of dirt, ember, and smoke where the three collided. The gunhead then immediately turned and whipped @Ayna Nietzsche into @Bradwynne in the same way.

Spoiler: Mood

W-wha, huh?

Immediately afterward, the DEAD.naught's speech changed, expressing a kind of confusion that wasn't present prior. @Moonsong was able to climb all the way up to the gunhead while the machine was in a dazed state.

Hey, hey, hey! What's happening? Why is everyone so short?

And then the gunhead turned and noticed Moonsong's blood-covered face.

Dayeo- Uh, hey you! What's going on, why are you looking at me like that?

He asked. However, it only took a second for him to register everything that had happened, starting from the moment he was cut down by XS-EVE and had his head ripped off. Mizuki's critical attack must have snapped him back to his old self. A soft reboot.

A sinking feeling set in when it became clear that he had assimilated with the DEAD.naught and was the one wreaking havoc on everyone.

Ah, uh, JUST in case you guys don't already know. It's not actually me lighting everyone up, alright? I sincerely apologize for my evilbot-self.

Quinn apologized to everyone there, though he wasn't sure that was going to be enough to make up for the pain he's caused.

Permission to Activate Djinn Module Granted.
Initiating Activation.
Override Permission Granted.
Initiating Override.

Oh, shit. Oh no. No no.

Quinn hyperventilated in a panic, though iron lungs don't behave anything like those made of flesh. With each intake, he drew air into the internal chamber where it passed through cooling radiators and was ejected from the heat-dissipating outtakes as hot steam.

Through some miracle, Quinn was able to open the cockpit, where it was just his head connected to the internal mainframe via thick, Magitech cords that had replaced what was left of his spine. In such a setup, Quinn was fixed in place, unable to move anything other than his face and eyes, which turned toward @Moonsong. Down from where the head was located was the lamp that's been powering up the DEAD.naught.

Dayeon, grab the lamp and rub it against my cheek. Hurry!

Several cords were wrapped around the lamp, however, it was still pliable enough for Moonsong to wrestle it up to where Quinn's cheek was.

With a single rub, a familiar form appeared above the idle DEAD.naught, Zahaadragan, the machine-enslaved djinn. With the owner technically changed, he looked down at Quinn with an expression that was a cross between anger and confusion.

Zahaad, I wish that you would kill me along with the DEAD.naught.

It is the gravest crime for a Djinn's to strike their master. I will be punished for my transgression and, it will all be for naught anyways, considering that severing your head from the machine will not stop it. You should know this, Master.

The Djinn furrowed his brows.

That's the point.

The youth grinned.

……

For once, the normally-irritated expression on Zahaad's face changed into that of hesitation, which immediately darkened into a murderous shade as he straighten his fingers and drew his right hand back as far as he could. After a brief pause, he thrust his hand toward the exposed Quinn head sticking out of the cockpit.

Before Zahaad could finish the motion, however, multiple magic circles appeared all the way down the Djinn's arm, completely locking it in place. Zahaad pushed through, but the moment he was able to touch a single hair on Quinn's face, the Djinn exploded into a burst of lightning, severing the lamp and ejecting it from the cockpit. The burnt lamp fell a long way down the cliff.

SWEET, IT WORKED! HIGH-FIV--

……

Override Complete.
Restart Operation.

Oh yeah! I'm back, baby!

NO

……

Corrupted Data Detected.
Initiate Data Deletion.

……

……

……Kenji ……Kenji. The fuck are you doing? We're on overtime. GO!

Suddenly, Quinn saw himself on the basketball court, a ball in his hand, hoop ahead, opposing team in the way, a bunch of familiar teammates surrounding him.

Downloading Alter Mastery.
Dynamism........80%.....88%....96%...100%
Download Complete.
Activate Dynamism

The DEAD.naught enraged the moment his dynamism reached [ 100% ]. With the module fully activated and engaged, the metallic part around his legs shifted to reveal lightning-charged thrusters.

Sparks discharged from the thrusters as the DEAD.naught turned into a blur from sheer speed, leaving a field of lightning behind it that struck anyone within range.

Not even the much smaller mech in front of it could stop it from moving through.

Thanks to the dynamism, the hulking machine was incredibly fast despite its size. It ran at the edge of the cliff, one of its arms bobbing up and down as if it was dribbling a basketball.

……

……

……

Now Deleting Corrupted Data.
Remaining Data: 90% ………… 83% …… 76% …

……

The environment around Quinn flashed. One moment, he was standing on the fiery battlefield with screaming people flickering in like a glitched movie. The next moment, he was on the court, surrounded by screaming fans and teammates urging him to run.

He ran toward the goal.

Now Deleting Corrupted Data.
Remaining Data: 71% ………… 66% …… 58% …

……

A series of memories flashed through his mind like a photo album rapidly being scrolled through. He helplessly watched as each photo that was being flipped through burst into small squares that faded into the darkness.

At first, it started with the people whom he had interacted with in Terra.

The names went first, followed by the face, and by the end of it, he couldn't even recall a single person standing on the battlefield except Moonsong.

He ran as fast as he could.
Heading for the goal.

Now Deleting Corrupted Data.
Remaining Data: 55% ………… 49% …… 44% …

Memories of his childhood and friends were the next to go.

Now Deleting Corrupted Data.
Remaining Data: 39% ………… 35% …… 31% …

Next were his close relatives.

Was that mom?
What was her name?
Huh, who was that?

Now Deleting Corrupted Data.
Remaining Data: 29% ………… 27% …… 25% …

Who was that?
Dayeon.
Huh? Dayeon.
Who?
Dayeon.
Who...?
DAYEON!

……

……

FUCK OFF, ROBOT. THOSE ARE MY MEMORY. I WON'T LET YOU TAKE THEM FROM ME.

……

……

Quinn shouted into the void, standing still, alone on the court, ball in hand, sweat rolling down his cheek.

Fragments of his memory slipped through his fingers like sand no matter how hard he clung to them.

He needed to dribble the ball and keep running. Time was ticking down on the scoreboard. He's going to miss the shot if he doesn't run faster.

He needed to take that shot as if his life depended on it.
He had made a promise.
He was late.

I'm gonna take you to the big stage, I promise.

Quinn said, looking straight ahead at the hoop high over the wall as the Dynamism-empowered hulking machine ran toward it.

He was so close.

Now Deleting Corrupted Data.
Remaining Data: 24% ………… 23% …… 22% …

Almost there.

Most of the sand was long gone by then. His palm felt light.
He was no longer shacked by the accident that took his legs and future.
His body had never felt lighter and his legs more nimble.
This time for sure, he will take her there.
To the big stage.

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Astor watched the entire thing unfold amid his spell preparation, starting from when Moonsong managed to climb up onto the MEME.naught where she managed to help Quinn summon the massive Djinn.

When their plan succeeded and the machine lost access to the Djinn's power, the blonde felt a bit more hopeful about their situation.

The moment the MEME.naught enraged and activated his dynamism, the area he and Levi were in was charged with deadly lightning that ripped their allies apart. Had it not been for those brave few who took the hit for them, they might have lost their spells.

With the MEME.naught taking off and leaving behind a field of destruction all around it, Astor expected heavy damage and casualty on their side. He sincerely hoped they will have enough people to finish off the MEME.naught, though, even that is a tall order, considering how it phased from side to side, dodging some attacks with raw speed.

While Astor was afforded all the time to reflect amid his spellcasting, Levi had to maintain almost all of his attention on his, which gave him a much less comprehensive understanding of what was happening at that moment. Regardless, all he needed to do was to finish his sole task.

The moment Levi finished preparing his spell, his eyes snapped open as he raised his sword to the sky.

VOLANTE DEUS GLADIA, become the wings of my allies!

At that moment, all the swords that had been summoned reacted to his voice and began to take flight like a flock of birds, dispersing throughout the battlefield where they would be wielded. At that moment, Levi winced as he felt all the energy leaving him as his body keeled over with his front touching the ground.

Levi, you bastard.

Astor completed his spell seconds after Levi, which meant that he was going to be the one on top. The king cursed his luck.

By the power of vested in me, I, Astor Balthas, confer upon you the Ice King's Regalia. May his grace keep you from harm.

Right after Astor finished his chant, his body slumped over Levi's as his consciousness faded.

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With the MEME.naught rushing through the edge of the elevated platform in a thunderous blaze, a lot of it had been melted by the lightning and scorch, turning them into boiling mud that poured into the valley beneath.

The enemy had gotten to the wall and was in movement, if not stopped, it will jump over the wall and complete the singular purpose it was made for, crushing Hope.

 

[Raid Boss]

Cycle 5 - Mechanics

Spoiler: Thread Rules

Thread Rules

• The next cycle will drop in approximately 48 hours.
• We will be using the Playtest Packet 1.1e for this thread.
• Up to 2 characters per OOC account may participate in the event.
• Each character can make 1 post per cycle.
• Max word count is 1000 words including BBcodes.
• There is no set posting order.
• If your character has not posted in the thread prior to cycle 5, they may not join this thread.
• Any communication can be done either by making a private comms thread or posting in the event's official comms thread.
• This event thread is focused entirely on progressing the plot. If you would like to take a personal moment with others, you can make a private thread in the regular forum.
• All rolls must be done in the #event-rolls channel.
• Important Links: Spreadsheet Tracker, TLDR Play Sheet Guide, Full Play Sheet Guide, Official Comms Thread

Spoiler: Map Visual (C5)

Some positions may be off due to Reposition. @Kyra Vashtana is supposed to be on C4.

Battle Map

Elevated Terrains (Yellow Tiles)

Yellow squares are elevated roughly 40 feet above the gray squares

• Starting Tile. If your character has not posted in the thread prior to cycle 5, they may not join this cycle.
• Movement. Moving from yellow to gray costs 1 movement and 10 HP (fall damage). Spend 2 movements to negate the damage.
• Difficult Movement. Moving from gray to yellow costs 2 movements due to the vertical elevation.

Wall (Orange Tiles)

This is where the majority of players can be found.

• Starting Tile. If your character has not posted in the thread prior to cycle 5, they may not join this cycle.
• Mounted Defense. There are 5 ballistae mounted along the stretch of the wall: A7, B7, C7, D7, E7
• Defeat Condition. If the DEAD.naught reaches any of the orange tile, the wall will be blown, the enemy forces will be deployed and will immediately capture the camp

Scorched (Pink)

All tiles to the side and behind the DEAD.naught is burning with great intensity.

• (Important) Escalate. Scorched tiles are no longer difficult terrain but deal more damage.
• (Important) Alter Scorch. All tiles being scorched from Cycle 4 onward will be in a 3x3 grid around the DEAD.naught, including the tile it's standing on.
• Burning. You may move into these tiles, but it costs 15 HP per tile you enter, all multipliers apply.
• Eruption. If you ended your turn in a scorched tile, take 15 damage, all multipliers apply.
• Eruption damage will apply one last time during cycle 5's damage phase. Make sure you have enough HP to withstand it, all statuses apply.

Cycle 4's Damage Phase

Enemy Overview

• DEAD.naught moves to A6. Scorches C5, D5, B6, C6, D6, B7, C7, D7
• @Moonsong has been moved to A6 and must take 60 damage from Dynamic Lightning Rush, but does not take scorching or eruption damage.

(DEAD.naught) Upgrades [ 1/4 successful ]

• Anti-Anti-Fun Mechanism upgrade activated.
• From this cycle onward, all ballista checks must be made with disadvantage against the DEAD.naught.
• Inaddition, attacks from range have their damage reduced by 15.

(DEAD.naught) Dynamic Lightning Rush

• The DEAD.naught charges forth, crackling with lightning and scorching the ground.
• Everyone in A4, B5, and C6 must take 60 damage
• Enrage has expanded the damage to all adjacent tiles along the enemy's path starting from its position in C4. Everyone standing in (A3, A5, A6, B4, B6, C5, D5, D6) must take 30 damage.
• The wall absorbs the full impact of this ability, covering everyone currently on the wall tiles.

(DEAD.naught) Gunhead Attacks

• The DEAD.naught targets the top 3 threats in cycle 4. Kobe Bryant. The DEAD.naught fires off dud shells, dealing bludgeoning damage and knocking the target away. Gunwhipped. The DEAD.naught smashes its targets with the gun barrels, sending them off parting the ground and smashing into allies.
• @Azykia takes 80 damage and is pushed to D7 (Kobe Bryant)
• @Chrys takes 40 damage from impact with Azykia.
• @Ayna Nietzsche takes 80 damage and is pushed to B4 (Gunwhipped) The DEAD)
• @Bradwynne takes 40 damage from impact with Ayna.
• @Ueno Mizuki takes 80 damage and is pushed to A3. (Gunwhipped)
• @Magi Heart takes 40 damage from impact with Mizuki

(XS-EVE) Bleeding

• (Condition) You are bleeding profusely. Take 5 flat* damage per stack during the next damage phase. Once per turn when you receive a heal from any source or action, roll a 1d4 and reduce your bleeding by that amount.
• * Flat damage indicates that it cannot be modified by statuses such as protect or vulnerability.

Wall Damage

• The Wall takes 150 damage from Arcane Siege Cannons
• The Wall takes 15*3 = 45 damage from Eruption.
• The Wall takes 30*3 = 90 damage from Dynamic Lightning Rush

MEME.naught
Quinn, Assimilated

❰ 4250 / 20000 ❱

Status

• [ ENRAGED ]
• This enemy is currently at C6.
• This enemy will always target 3 of the highest threats with an attack.
• The mainframe is in the process of deleting @Quinn's memory. Each post (after this update) will progress the process by 0.5%. At 0% all memory will be wiped.

Enrage & Movement

• The Quinn brain has taken over, and it is Enraged.
• The enemy is in movement and will leap over the wall where it will unleash hell on the camp. Slay it now, or Hope shall be lost.
• With Dynamism activated, Quinn's movements have become difficult to predict, he phases in and out, avoiding some attacks.
  • On any d100 attack roll, attacks glance off and deal half damage if any die is 10 or less.
  • On any d20 attack roll, reduce the number of dice rolled by 2.

Battle Objectives

Wall [ 36 / 900 ]

The wall represents a place of safety for defenders, granting perks depending on its health. Players don't lose when the wall HP goes to zero, but the wall will be irreparable and defenders will permanently lose access to the ballistae.

Spoiler: Info

Perk Tiers.

• T3 / 600-900 / 30 damage reduction / +30 heal bonus
• T2 / 300 - 599 / 20 damage reduction / +20 heal bonus
• T1 / 1 - 299 / 10 damage reduction / +10 heal bonus
• T0 / 0 / 0 damage reduction / +0 heal bonus

(Perk) Cover.

• The wall provides cover. While in the orange area, you take less damage for the cycle.

(Perk) Field Hospital.

• Supports are focusing on healing the wounded. While in the orange area, you gain a bonus to Heal and Power Heal.

(DM Action) Wall Maintenance.

• The wall is more than salvaged Dragonship platings slapped together to fortify the camp. It goes without saying that maintaining the wall involves more than just fixing the broken areas.
• You must be in an orange tile to perform this action.
• Make a Contribution Check (Expertise or Mastery - Any) and add that amount to the wall maintenance count. You're free to come up with how you're maintaining the wall or its personnel with your expertise or mastery.
• Add | Wall Maintenance at the end of your rollcode.

Spoiler: Template

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[b]Wall[/b]
▪ HP: 36/900 (Tier 1)
▪ Remaining Data: 22% ↓
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Ballistae [ 0 / 5 used ]

There are 5 ballistae mounted on the wall, which can target the DEAD.naught regardless of its location.

• You must be on A7, B7, C7, D7, or E7 to use them.
• Each ballista may only be used once per cycle.
• Ballistae cannot Taunt.
• If the Wall goes down to 0 HP, you will permanently lose access to these weapons.
• Anti-Anti Fun Mechanism. If you use a ballista, use the command twice and take the lower result.

Spoiler: Info

(DM Action) Basic Ballista - 7A.

• This ballista has already been set up and tuned, making them easy to use.
• ?r heavy S S # Basic Ballista | CharacterName | Thread Code

(DM Action) Basic Ballista - 7B.

• This ballista has already been set up and tuned, making them easy to use.
• ?r heavy S S # Basic Ballista | CharacterName | Thread Code

(DM Action) Advance Ballista - 7C.

• This ballista requires some major tuning for it to function at peak performance.
• Make an Expertise Check (Any) and triple your roll result. Deal that damage to the DEAD.naught.
• Add | Advance Ballista Tuning 7C at the end of your rollcode.

(DM Action) Advance Ballista - 7D.

• This ballista requires some major tuning for it to function at peak performance.
• Make an Expertise Check (Any) and triple your roll result. Deal that damage to the DEAD.naught.
• Add | Advance Ballista Tuning 7D at the end of your rollcode.

(DM Action) Advance Ballista - 7E.

• This ballista requires some major tuning for it to function at peak performance.
• Make an Expertise Check (Any) and triple your roll result. Deal that damage to the DEAD.naught.
• Add | Advance Ballista Tuning 7E at the end of your rollcode.

Spoiler: Template

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[b]DEAD.naught[/b] (Ballista)
▪ HP: 4250/20000
▪ Remaining Data: 22% ↓
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DEAD.naught

Attack the Quinn machine sprinting at full speed toward the wall.

Targeting & Positioning

• Thanks to Tubby the Bloodwurm biting off some of its defensive platings, the enemy is slightly exposed. Anyone who attacks this enemy from [C6] or [B5] this cycle gains a +50 damage. Otherwise, -15 before multiplier.
• With Dynamism activated, Quinn's movements have become difficult to predict, he phases in and out, avoiding some attacks.
  • On any d100 attack roll, attacks glance off and deal half damage if any die is 10 or less.
  • On any d20 attack roll, reduce the number of dice rolled by 2.
• If you do not wish to attack the enemy in melee, you may attack it from any adjacent square, but remember the -15 before multiplier when you do.
• Characters with extension may attack it from 2 tiles away.

(Levi) Flying Godswords

• Levi has completed his summon, granting everyone on the map +2 movements this cycle when they use one of the flying swords creatively to get to the DEAD.naught

(Astor) Ice King's Regalia

• Astor has also completed his spell, granting everyone an icy regalia that completely negates damage from moving through scorched terrain when they wear the regalia. Do NOT take scorching damage this cycle.
• This buff does not negate eruption damage from cycle 4 or cycle 5's damage phase.

Spoiler: Template

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[b]DEAD.naught[/b]
▪ HP: 4250/20000
▪ Remaining Data: 22% ↓
Play Sheet Link

 

[Raid Boss]

Cycle 5: Extras

@Magi Heart - When @Ueno Mizuki came barreling toward you after being smacked by the gunhead, Haito perked up.

"It's that caenis sister! Oh no, oh no, I've got to save her too. Come here wolf-sister, I'll catch you and save the pink sister! AAA!!!" the boy made a warcry as he jumped out in front of you, intending to braking Mizuki's flight and soften the blow for you.

He might have not been the brightest candle among the bunch, but at least he has heart.

As it is currently, Haito will take the collision damage for you without you needing to push him into it. Should you allow him to be in the way, you may negate your collision damage. With all other sources of damage on the tile, including Eruption and Dynamic Lightning Rush, and Haito being vulnerable, he will die unless you do something about it.

Will you stick to your original plan or will you deviate? The choice is in your hand.

@Ash Vargold - Being high up on the wall with the ballista has its benefits. For one you had a front-row seat to watch Azykia go flying from the Kobe, the entire drama with Quinn unfolded from a safe distance, and how the MEME.naught closed the distance in a fast amount of time, appearing right in front of you.

It felt as if you were watching a movie in 3D, or at least that's how Vern must have felt since he was watching the entire thing in real-time through your eyes, in fact.

 

[Raid Boss]

Cycle 5: Extra Pt. 2

The leader of Camp Hope, Norn Jormund has been away fighting the battle on the other fronts until now and was able to repel the attack from their side, which made sense, considering he and his troop didn't have to fight the death machine. And, so he marches to the wall and activated his special ability: [ Leader's Tactic ].

[ Leader's Tactic ] You may swap one of your actions with any other from your build. If you have any action with SP mechanics, you may swap them all out. In both cases, keep your current HP the same.

 

[Seto Kurama]

Sword of Astorea

70 / 190

Emotional State: Serious
State: Vulnerable

With the robotic monstrosity's continuing assault, he had to keep up the pressure along with the others If they had any hope of winning this battle and yet, If nothing had changed, It seemed the outcome was predictable. With the end drawing near, he was left with no choice but to amp up his next attack for his final assault, although with much of his energy reserves still depleted from constant use, he knew It would prove difficult. So as a consequence, as the other members of the vanguard charged forward, he found himself standing in the rear gathering the energy he needed to commence his next attack. With his hands locked in a tiger like hand seal and his mind concentrated on the topic at hand, It left him completely open to the mercy of their enemies. It was the worst kind of feeling a warrior could have but in the end, he trusted his comrades to protect him, If only for his moderate battle prowess alone. In his efforts to gather more energy, It would take but mere moments before he would be proven right when he sensed a large wave of debris heading straight his way. He couldn't dodge of course but that made little difference as before they could land a hit, he found himself protect by another's energy. Once It was over, he opened one eye, peering up, revealing his savior to be none other than than the famed adventurer, @Toko herself, who had proven herself during the red fever incident. Wanting to show his gratitude, he called out towards her as she continued on the offensive since he couldn't send her a U.I message.

Thanks for the save Toko.......But If you wouldn't mind, I need you to be buy me a little bit more time. My reserves are still too low for a final assault on that thing.

After giving the adventurer his thanks & request, he took after the monstrosity with all haste while still keeping his hands clamped together. He wouldn't let it get away, not after charging through his comrades ranks. Using his mastery over speed, It took only a few moments for him to catch up to the monstrosity but with his reserves still low, he have to bide time. As such, for several minutes, as the monstrosity fired upon him, he weaved, dodged and jumped out of danger until he felt his reserves reaching an acceptable threshold. It still wasn't enough to his likening but with the lives of so many riding on his next attack, he had no choice but to use what he had on hand. Between it's massive size, it's ability to reposition itself and his reserves still too low, he have to rely on THAT technique. He bit his tongue. He didn't think it come to this but with how events were playing out, he was left with no choice. As this ability was only created as a last ditch effort, as If he have to give his own life, he sincerely hoped this would play out in their favor. Having made up his mind, he quickly got into position at the highest point he could before he rose his right arm straight up at the sky. From there, using his mastery over the air itself, he summoned thunder clouds from nearby until they were nearly on top of him. By using both the index and middle fingers of his right hand, now joined together, to be used as a conduit of sorts, he quickly drew in and sealed the lightning created by the lightning clouds within himself, using the power from within to supplement his own power, the power he would surely need for his next attack. Once the time came a full minute later, he quickly closed his eyes and begun shaping all the energy at his disposal into his final attack. It took all the concentration he could muster but in the end, once It was ready, as If he was guiding someone or something, he lowered his right arm and pointed directly at the robotic monstrosity in the distance.

❰ Divine Art: Ryujin(25%) ❱

​

Within moments, as a screeching, monstrous roar came from the heavens, a massive vortex suddenly appeared over the monstrosity. From it's center, a titanic dragon of pure electricity emerged. After momentarily staring down the MEME.naught from it's initial position in the heavens, the lightning dragon unleashed one last monstrous roar before finally charging straight for it's foe. With it's overwhelming speed, It took mere seconds for the attack to reach it's target but once it did, the MEME.naught would find itself caught in a massive yet vicious thunderstorm, one It would be unable to escape. When the attack finally came to a end several minutes later, the vortex and it's thunderclouds would disperse, allowing the sun to shine once more, but not before it's conjurer would collapse due to fatigue. With his energy reserves now nearly depleted, his fate would be left up to those who continue on.

Rolls

Movement: A4 → C6 (Action)

Critical Attack
2d100 (Advantage) (76, 90) + 25 + 15 + 30 = 480 (Crit!)
480 damage
Gain the Vulnerable state
Aeromancy | Seto Kurama | 1341C5

+75 Power Buff - Astor
+50 Reckless Bonus = 605

DEAD.naught
▪ HP: 3395/20000
▪ Remaining Data: 21.5% ↓
Character Sheet​

 

[Erick Stryker]

40 / 175

-30 from Dynamic Lightning Rush
-30 from Eruption
Vulnerable

Even at the insane speeds that the monstrosity conjured, everything bled together. His senses zeroed the variables and honed in on the MEME.naught, and the existence that was Erick became a fluid concept. Accepting that a human life is little more than a speck on the vastness of a million intersecting realities was difficult; but understanding that higher existences could substantiate in a more effectual way? The human psyche had not evolved so far as to give up its hubris.

A man is not a man if he simply accepts his inferiority. It is the grand flaw that motivates humanity. It is the reason for their defiance, and the reason for their suffering. To actualize their hubris was tantamount to becoming God.

That was Erick's greatest sin. He wanted everything. He wanted to save everyone. He wanted the utopian outcome. And so, he wanted to harness the power of time itself. Now, he had. He did.

"I can see it-"

As he spoke, his eyes were wide, as if transfixed. He could see everything, his tiny human mind opening up to all things at once- but fixating on this singular moment out of every possibility, every failure, every sacrifice. When the timeline fluctuated even acutely, Erick followed. He flickered into and out of the timeline, synchronous with the assimilated Quinn. He could see perfectly, and with hand outstretched, he extended his fleetingly perfect understanding to those around him.

He willed the actions, the desires, the dreams, the hopes of all of his allies into a single moment in that infinity.

"-and now they can, too."

A beacon of shimmering white light blasted upward from beneath the Siege Engine, a shining pillar that stretched toward the heavens. In its light, all possibility converged. It was guiding warmth, a beacon to light the Starfallen's path to victory. Images of death, of destruction, of allies lost and allies that might yet live could be glimpsed in it, and all of them spoke now with one voice.

"Hope will not die today."

Rolls

Movement: B4 → C5 → C6 (Critical Attack)


2d100 (Advantage) (57, 43) + 15 + 15 = 87 + 50
137 damage
Gain the Vulnerable state
Hyper Sense | Erick Styker | 1341C5

DEAD.naught
▪ HP: 3262/20000
▪ Remaining Data: 21% ↓

Play Sheet
(Changed Ultra Hinder for Critical Hit)

 

[Tenshi]

-81 / 245

-30 HP (Eruption)
-120 HP (Dynamic Lightning Rush)
Immortal
Vulnerable
Location: C6
Taunting (606 Threat Generated)

Tenshi couldn't help but to wince as somebody entirely elsewise of herself took the brunt of her taunting, though she didn't have long to feel bad as the mecha made a mad dash down the court. It singed her hair more than the fire had even managed to by now, and she stopped to Metamorph it back out to its former glory.

"Tch... After this, I'm going to a player spa..." She really did need to take some time for herself instead of being buried in her worries all the time, and it was a shame it took such a destructive event to remind her of something as seemingly simple as self-care. It wasn't over yet, though. She had a vendetta to mark out.

Through the fire and flames she carried on charged forward after the mech, betting some amount of pocket change that she was the only one to have been right up on it the entire battle, not that she could prove it. It was more to channel that sense of pride with her currently growing pain. The red she had been seeing since last cycle was something she had become more resistant to. Something she was far more able to control after what happened to her the other day.

Pain like this, standing in the melting, scorched earth was nothing compared to the blows her heart had withstood her entire life. That pain was why she was here. That suffering and torment was the birth of her power. That was why she left her pain receptors on at the start of the battle, for this moment right here.

"All... right then! Have it YOUR WAY!!" Her arms, torso, legs, face, her entire person manifested varying amounts of bestial form to match the nearly blinding rage in her slit-pupiled eyes. She leapt high, high, HIGH into the air. "IF With no flair, nothing but a fist wound back, one giant claw violently extended from her arm, and she began to descend.

"J-W-B!"

She stabbed the several meter long claw into the MEME.naught's shoulder. She was hoping to hit the head, but she was too enraged to aim, and honestly probably not cool enough to take a dub on this boss. Maybe next time.

Taunting (606)

Rolls

Movement: A4 -> C6 (We have no choice, DEAD.naught has to die! Reckless Attack!)
Reckless Attack
2d100 (73 + 71) + 15 + 5 + 38 = 202
202 damage
Gain the Vulnerable state
Metamorph | Tenshi | 1341C5

DEAD.naught
▪ HP: 3060/20000
▪ Remaining Data: 20.5% ↓
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[Magi Heart]

1 / 220

Hope In Danger! Boss: Dead.naught

+59 Power Buff from self (1/3)
-30 HP Dynamic Lightning Rush
-40 HP Gunhead "Mizuki" Impact
-30 HP Eruption (After action, trigger Immortal)
Vulnerable

<Warning: Magi Heart lore is mentioned here that may go over the heads of most readers. Just enjoy the antics.>

Spoiler: Wendel's Theme

"MAKE SURE THE LITTLE ONE SURVIVES IN BODY, FLESH, AND SOUL, OR WE WILL END YOU, WENDEL!"

Raina-chan?
Wowzers you acknowledge me.
You...
No...
You don't...

The young dissonant may have shown some shock or even whatever type of pleasure a creature like her could feel at finally hearing her name used by her hero @Seigi Ling Ling . For a myriad of reasons that would not be the case here. The events that built up over the course of this Hope fiasco. Only to now see and hear the presence of the one within Raina.

For the first time in their lives. The avatars of Raina Raythean and Wendy Ann Quinn would share a glare of not friendship or bonding, but of hatred and antagonism. Of course, it was beyond those actual girls to control.

"I don't know who you are but, are you saying it's better for him to live, through this? Look at this clueless kid! I KNOW how this plays out! Would you rather me infect him with dissonance and turn him into a monster like how I was born? Like you? Raina-chan, I'll take care of whatever's changing you. I'll save him, you, everyone! You saw that ghost in the tunnel If you don't end the ghost it doesn't matter if they die! I have a way to deal with it and I'm going to!"

"It's that caenis sister! Oh no, oh no, I've got to save her too. Come here wolf-sister, I'll catch you and save the pink sister! AAA!!!"

The intensity ramped up.

Flames, lightning, bursting rocks, memes, and flying wolves.
Of them all, the flying wolf took Wendel by surprise.

Wendel had predicted that now Haito's body would be ravaged. Death would take his body and she would finish the job to remove his suffering for good.

Perhaps ironically Wendel wasn't wrong, but does erasing something from existence really count as making them happy? Wendel wanted peace, Wendy wanted happiness. You can only have that through experiences living, at least from what she understood.

Wendy had been asleep, no, Wendy for all intents and purposes was Wendel. At this point nothing more than a conscience. Yet she appeared after the prism explosion and watched throughout the Tertorian Odyssey. She was able to see herself from the outside. Only to find out that she was also possessive of the Astral. The old voice from dreams is now long gone and replaced with this. She used it at the ruined Astorean palace and since then has been slowly fading back into Wendel's identity again as her soul had long begun its capitulation to the inhumane viewpoints of dissonance. The Awakening of a new fully fleshed Second Order was far easier than one may presume. Especially when the "Birthing Soul" is one with such high mana and even a foreigner to Terrasphere.

The shadows that watched all around, dancing amongst the flames.
Perhaps more of these Starcalled will be available to them soon?

Alas, the only thing Wendy kept still apart from Wendel now.. was Hope.

Spoiler: Magi Heart's Theme

The highest impact of damage the distorted teen had faced since the Silent Palace, years ago. Returning to the east truly brought back the old days of weakness in Magi Heart's past. The only thing missing was Vermy popping her stupid fanged face up now. Her body would react to damage so differently then back then but finally, these Magia pushed the boundaries again.

This was not the old Terrasphere anymore.

Wendel could have let him taken the brunt.
Waited for the enraged Mizuki to inevitably focus on the mecha.
Then just helped Haito fade away like the armless girl at that campfire in Tertoria.

Dissonance wasn't bad if it just got rid of all the hurt and other bad things. These machines were using it wrong!

He will live if I heal him.
Not now don't you feel the pain he's taking so much of this with us!
Now a savior finishes it!
You can't even heal him, only extend his suffering. If we heal him he'll just rot anyway.
Gee whiz... he's surviving, and that's enough hope for me.
Yep!
No... don't make me do this!

Magi Heart grasped @Raid Boss (Haito) and turned to put her back towards the wolf and the mechanized titan.
@Ueno Mizuki collided hard into her back as Wendy flew and bounced through the scorched earth with Haito in her arms.

They surely both took damage.
Her body was different. It had changed and could handle this... even this...
Not his though.

Let... him... die...you...idiot...please...it won't help...
Even if it does... what about after... what about.... what he sees here...
He's not dead. He has hope.
I will heal him!

The semi-eldritch form of Magi's evoke changed it's aura over her arms around the wounded boy as they laid on the ground.

"I...I can still heal you... I won't kill you... I can still do it. Life isn't anime or story books but... I'm not just a kid playing here. I'm not done trying..."

The girl's body trembled. Severe burns spread and her energy being used on Haito instead of herself. She wasn't normal anymore though. So her body refused to break down. Dissonance holding her together much like Titanius refused death for so long.

If only for a short time...
All the sounds of critical miracles from the defenders...

Hope might trump the clumsy whims of Fate today.

Rolls

Movement: A3 (Powerheal)
Roll Result
4d20 +25 + 20 (14 + 9 + 5 + 18) = 91

Power Heal | Magi Heart | 1341C5 | On Haito

MEME.naught
▪ HP: 3060/20000

Play Sheet Link

 

[Aroda]

4 / 155

Location: A4 -> C6, in style
-60 HP from getting run over
Become Super Vulnerable
-50 HP from Exceed
-60 HP from the final Eruption

The magia with the giant gun gets a bit roughed up by the tank's sudden big rush, but overall, she remains in good enough condition. Once she's assessed the damage and determined that she's got enough strength left to go on, she hefts her gun and prepares to trudge her way in there and begin her final assault. But something catches her eye...a big floating sword, arriving at her side.

"A-ah...are you here to ｈｅｌｐ？That's..."

She speaks to the sword, as if it would be able to understand her, her voice still stuttering, occasionally filtering through static or a lowered bitrate.

"Ｐｅｒｆｅｃｔ．”

Aroda reaches out, taking up the sword by its grip...and throws it toward the ground, laying flat. Thanks to its floatiness, it doesn't just lay there, but hovers above the ground a bit...just as Aroda had hoped, as she steps onto the flat of the blade. Thanks to her robotic body parts' handy ability to become magnetic, her feet cling to it tightly without any strain on her part, and her hands maintain a similarly extreme grip on her weapon, ensuring it will not be leaving her hands, no matter how rough this ride gets.

She begins to imagine the sword should just be moving the way she wants it to...and it begins to float higher. Briefly smiling wide, she sets her sights on her target...that troublesome tank that had taken so long to go down. Now was finally time to go hard...and she had the perfect ride to get there.

”Go!”

With that excited call, she starts to fly forward...while surfing on a big magic sword. She manages to control it fairly well, all things considered, and begins to fly up higher to ensure she'll have a good angle on the re-christened MEME.naught.

"Ha...ha! Hahahahaha! Yes! Just like this! Faster!”

And with joyous laughter, she rockets through the air, charging her massive firearm up all the while. As the electricity starts to completely overload her gun, the excess trails behind her, leaving her to practically look like a lightning bolt herself as she flies down toward the tank, and slams straight into its side. She stands atop the sword that has rammed itself just enough to stay lodged into the mechanical giant, with all sixteen barrels of her dangerously humming gun pressed firmly against it. She had prepared her final volley, the magical light escaping from the seams of her weapon growing far more intense than they had yet to in this fight.

"Ｇｒｅａｔ...now, ｄｉｅ．

She delivers that line impassively, before her smile returns.

"Ｙｅｓ...haｈａ! Just ｓｈｕｔ　ｕｐ．．．and DIE!"

And her firearms lets rip once again. Though before it had rapidly fired shots akin to those of a high powered machine gun...now each of her overcharged barrels fired with enough impact to be compared to a genuine, high powered, rail cannon. And though she was still firing them rapidly, it was not barrels firing in sequence, as they had before, to increase the rate of fire. Instead, each barrel was firing simultaneously.

Around the battlefield, the booming sound of sixteen rail cannons being fired at once resounded...ten times in less than one second. The sheer amount of concentrated power rips violently through the tank, just as Aroda had wanted, doing a staggering amount of damage.

Yet still, the burst is much shorter than she'd wanted, as she can't maintain just a ridiculous amount of output for very long at all. After that one final, monstrous burst, the force of her own attack manages to tear her feet off of the sword she'd been perched on, launching her away a good distance.

She crashes to the erupting ground quite hard, tumbling even further a good ways, coming to a stop facedown, where her massive gun lands just next to her. With great difficulty, she drags herself up, propping her arms over her creation to look out toward the tank with a grin, admiring her handiwork, and watching as the rest of the players finally finish bringing the weakened machine down for good.

"Haha...know your place...trash..."

Rolls

Movement: A4 -> C6 (Attacking really hard)
Critical Attack
2d100 (Advantage) (90, 62) + 20 + 20 + 10 + 40 + 50 + 72 = 906 (Crit!)
906 damage
Gain the Vulnerable state
Lose 25 HP from Exceed
Ranged Weapons | Aroda | 1341C5 | Prototype Exceed 25

Twice Activated (extra action granted) | Aroda | 1341C5

Critical Attack
2d100 (Advantage) (63, 82) + 20 + 20 + 10 + 40 + 50 = 222
222 damage
Gain the Vulnerable state x2
Lose 25 HP from Exceed
Ranged Weapons | Aroda | 1341C5 | Prototype Exceed 25

1128 damage total

DEAD.naught
▪ HP: 1,932/20000
▪ Remaining Data: 20% ↓
Play Sheet

 

[Azykia]

-15 / 235

Location: 6C
-160 HP (Kobe Bryant)
Extension
Vulnerable

There wasn't anything the magic-sighted Azzy could do to see such a mundane projectile coming her way, but she had figured she would get the tank's attention eventually. She had began to channel some extra layers of protective armor for herself, but that last magic disruption barrage had taken too long for her to properly manifest it. In the end, she was blasted all the way across the battlefield and through the very wall everyone was fighting to protect. She crashed into @Chrys, though her light frame probably caused him less inconvenience than the debris that came with her.

Her senses were far too attuned to everything going on around her to simply fade right away though. Just like Red Fever, that sensation of seeing and feeling all the magic building up on the other side of the wall pulled at her very consciousness. With her unmoving body on the ground, her pupil-less gaze had refocused just in time for her now deaf ears to finally hear something truly deafening.

Everything else had been overshadowed in that moment except a furious barrage of lightning right through the magical signature of the fearsome DEAD.naught. She could hear nothing else anymore as it overpowered her senses. The blinding light of the clash of electricity had likewise taken from her the last of her sight. It was unlike anything she had seen before, but in this moment, she didn't have the effort left in her mind to process what it might have been. Whether things went poorly or swimmingly for the defenders of Camp Hope, the life dulled from Azzy's eyes as her concerns were replaced by thoughts of the person lightning most reminded her of in this world.

'@Aroda... I hope you never have to see this side of Terrasphere. Are you happy out there solving the mysteries of the world?'
'I want to come with you next time... and, I'll do my best not to slow you down.'

And then, even her magical senses began to fail, as the last electric pulses of life in her blood took their leave.

'You see, Shane? Nobody had to die this time. Nobody... had to... s...'

Warning

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

 

[Cain Darlite]

54 / 145

Location: 5B
-30 HP from Lightning Rush

Vulnerable

The rain fell, every droplet the memory of sweat and tears, blood and hunger. The Starcalled mounted the titan with ever greater ferocity, driven to extremes by the threat of death, the danger of what presented itself before them. Anyone experienced with the game understood, after all, the power of Dynamism. Incredible mobility and ever-greater might, enough to eclipse all else when unshackled from the limitations of the human body.

Lightning flashed, @Moonsong highlighted against the cloudburst, reaching into the machine.

Lightning faded, absence leaving only the vespers of counterfeit gravity glowing against @Toko's asteroid.

Thunder clapped, as did @Seigi Ling Ling's open palm, with force enough to cause the Titan itself to flinch.

Thunder faded, and with it, @Ilusa Nakhalee's light, divine sigils sewing up wounds with threads of spun fate.

For the Flagbearer himself, supported by mismatched drones from two distinct Magia, all this came in flashes of photography, high-contrast bursts before it was all wiped away in a singularly-devastating strike. Unchained from inhibition, from mechanical movement, the DEAD.naught charged forth, its footwork much too distinctive to be purely utilitarian, its silhouette flickering from side to side as if trying to avoid an enemy that wasn't there. The wall crumbled against the discharged power, the world turned to flame and lightning with the titan's descent, and yet...

The path was shut, and the prophecy remained inviolable. Starcalled and Starseer, the ever-present rotation of celestial objects, the holistic relationship between the expansion of the universe and the budding of a single leaf, it all pointed towards a single, undeniable reality.

Causality had collapsed. The DEAD.naught had fallen. No threads remained that could splinter off into alternate worlds, and as Cain saw that conclusion for himself, his ashen eyes too, caught a beacon of light, the declaration and confirmation of another observer.

@Erick Styker.

There was passion in uncertainty. Excitement in the unknown. But here, with the astral banner dispersed, only the flagstaff remained, black as extinguished embers. It was denouement. It was the coda. It was the last act. The swan song.

The end.

"Thank you," Cain spoke, tilting his head towards @MAI. "Could I entrust you with the safety of that knight up there as well?" Whether the magia answered affirmative or negative, he strode on regardless, casting aside the ethereal sword as flames licked at the icy shroud, his path unobstructed by flames that could not melt through the King's Regalia.

Could he do this, if he was in her place?

No matter. He would at least offer her the chance to.

From the flames of a child's soul, to the embers of a maiden's hope, to the ash of a veteran's dreams, the flagstaff too crumbled, crumbled into a myriad of obsidian fragments. Each shard carrying a pronounced pain, the raucous emotions of the battlefield offering plentiful fuel for those burnt out, those raging still. They can count their dead and bury what remained afterwards, when they had all been emptied out of even that, when pyrite metals had drunk deeply of their curses and their sorrows.

For the youth upon the walls, moments away from flinging himself towards that titanic foe, obsidian shards interlaced upon his unstained blade, granting it an edge that could shear through the very fabric of the night.

For the friend once lost and forever found, regardless of whether she sought retaliation or protection, to slay great evils or safeguard small goods, slivers of darkness seeped in regardless, smoothing over emotional turmoil with a singular focus.

And for the one who lost the most, for the one who had been so close, so too did the Vairocana of the Altar descend, a cowl of magic so dense that not even the light of divinity nor the gaze of the stars could pierce through. Not to empower, nor to condemn, but simply to...offer up privacy amongst the army of Starcalled that continued to crescendo towards that devastating finale.

One's last moments with a loved one should, if nothing else, be quiet.

Thus, did the Grand Magic Evocation manifest, as naturally as the falling of the Moon behind the Hylands' peaks.

Rolls

Movement: 6A > 5B

Power Buff (AoE)
2d100 (1 + 86) + 25 + 25 + 20 + 75 = 78 (Critical Failure!) (Total divided by 3)
+78 buff to 3 targets for 1 post @Ash Vargold @Moonsong @Seigi Ling Ling
Gain the Vulnerable state
Harmonic Magic | Cain Darlite | 1341C5 | Surge for 75

MEME.naught
▪ HP: 1,932/20000
▪ Remaining Data: 19.5% ↓

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[Glamora Dark]

36 / 100

"From the sky now...? 2: Electric Boogaloo"
-15HP Eruption
+7HP from Healing Self
Twice is gone.

@Nyancy

"Hmmmm~"

Glamdark watched the battle unfold as it had gradually moved further and further into the distance. This was her chance to get out of there, and maybe pull Nyancy along while she was at it. That would be the smart move and yet...

"The winds are changing~ just look Nyancy, everyone's suddenly flipping out and doing their big moves. Why they didn't open with those--- I don't know but they're doing them now then that means---"

Glamdark grinned wickedly.

"---That that bucket of bolts that I'm going to use like a singing fish ornament in the parlor is NOT looking our way. Dumbass. That means we can stab him in the back! Get on Nyancy, I was whining before, but if Glamdark does anything, Glamdark gets even when there is no chance of retaliation! Let's go!"

Glamdark's broom revved with dark energies to match her passion as she shot off after the hopefully distracted Meme.Naught. As she rode with Nyancy in tow, Glamdark saw a floating sword from the general guy (Levi) and pulling the driving end of her broom back, Glamdark cast another dark shield as she somehow popped a floating wheely and bounced off the magic blade soaring, up, up, up into the air.

"Kick a guy at me again you bastard!"

She yelled, getting into the spirit of things.

Rolls

Movement: C2 → C4 (Heal and Carrying Nyancy to C4)

*

STABLE HEAL AOE # Divine Magic | Heal | Glamdark | 1341C5 | +7 -> 3 targets
@Nyancy @Glamdark @Vina Skysong

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[Nyancy]

52 / 140

-15 Eruption
+10 hp Glamdark

"Ain't tryin' tah prove nuthin! Just tryin' tah take that monsta ova thea down!"

Nyancy hopped on to Glamdark's broom.

"Youah a real low life somtimes ya know that? But that bein' said, you gots about the right of it. We gotta take it down nyow ah else it's all ova. Get me a bit closah so I can get intah range. Don't have much left in me but we'll have tah make it woyk."

As the broom ferried Nyancy into range, the Felis looked on at the crazed machine.

"Man, now it's movin all fayst like! What ah pain. Gonna have tah aim real good if I'm gonna hit it ah whateva."

It was then that Nyancy heard the rampaging magia call out to her.

"A PICASSO PAINTIN'! I AIN'T GOT A NOSE THAT BIG!"

Nyancy stopped herself.

Ah wait, the paintah guy not the puppet.

"HEYAH IDIOT, THAT AIN'T AN INSULT, YAH JUST CALLING ME A PIECE OF AHT YA DUMMY! AND JUS FAH THA RECORD, WIDDLE NYANCY IS ADORYBLE!"

Taking her stance, Nyancy readied herself.

"HERO'S DRAW!"

Nyancy's blade of solidified lightning formed in her hand.

"Let's see if ya fastah than lightnin'! Neko mo shakushi mo!"

Slashing her blade, a lightning bolt tore forward until it met the MEME.naught

@Glamdark

Rolls

Movement: C2 -> C4 (Carried)

Massive Attack
1d100 (20) + 15 + 5 + 15 + 20 + 80 (massive)= 155
155 damage
You cannot move this cycle
Evoke | Nyancy | 1341C5

-15 damage

140 damage

MEME.naught
▪ HP: 1,792/20000
▪ Remaining Data: 18.5% ↓
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(Heavy Attack = Massive Attack)

 

[Kamala Graham]

‧͙⁺˚･❀･˚⁺͙‧

149 / 145

-30 HP from (DEAD.naught) Dynamic Lightning Rush
+34 HP from Heal
+5 HP from Regeneration

Only managing to catch a momentary glimpse of @Ayna Nietzsche getting hurled in the air before being bombarded herself by the DEAD.naught’s charge, Kamala’s hands found their way to her mouth before she had to close her eyes and drop to the ground, a single tear running down the side of her cheek. The paranoia immediately washed over her, trying to drown the panicking Beastfolk in its misery, but the image of Ayna’s sacrifice steeled her somewhat. I…can’t just sit here and cry!

Clenching her jaw, she picked herself back up as a hundred things happened around her, running back to @Chrys at the ballista and immediately healing him, herself, and whoever else was around. She caught a glimpse of another dead body and gulped, forcing herself to concentrate on her spell. They’ll just respawn or something… They’ll be fine. She’s been there, done that, and she was fine. For the most part.

❰ Discernment ❱

"Chrys… Ayna’s gone. We should… I don’t know. What do we do now?"

She felt her throat tighten as she spoke that truth. Their friend was gone. She'll be fine, sure, respawn somewhere else, when she feels like it, but she'll never be the same again. Something will change with her, stay with her, for better or for worse.

Rolls

Movement: D6 -> D7 (Heal/Regeneration)

Heal (AoE) to self @Chrys etc
1d20 (18) + 20 + 15 + 20 + 10 = 28 (Total divided by 3)
+28 HP to 3 targets
Mend | Kamala Graham | 1341C5
Roll Result
1d20 (18) = 18
Mend | Kamala Graham | 1341C5 | Playtest Heal
Actual HP Total = +34 HP to 3 targets (101 total divided by 3)

Roll Result
1d10 (5) = 5
Mend | Kamala Graham | 1341C5 | Playtest Regeneration

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[Ash Vargold]

86 / 215

Marked: You have been seen (Observed)
Vulnerable
+38 HP from @Valmont
-30 HP from Eruption
+78 DMG from @Cain Darlite
Protect Aura from @Hanno Futaba
Leader's Tactic: Exchanged Hinder for Critical Attack

Hey Vargold, we bonded over some shroomies, remember?

Memory struck him like a bullet, dragging him back to the damp and stink of the jungle. That man who had come from nowhere, perhaps the one thing keeping them from being overwhelmed by a mutating myconid. It had only been a brief meeting, no more than a few minutes, but that did nothing to soften the impact.

Here was a person, and here was their fate.

The world wasn't real. It didn't matter. But for some people, it did matter. Some more than others, now.

And it's those people that matter to you.
​

You're still here for them.​

Spoiler: Atmosphere

Somewhere entangled within that machine was the "soul" of a person, whatever a "soul" was. @Hanno Futaba thought they were real. Ash wasn't sure he agreed with him. But whatever he was seeing, it was what the system considered the essence of Quinn. Maybe it was just a simulation, but it was all that was left now. He would be damned before he let the game swallow that up, too.

This battlefield had seen countless deaths. Maybe they were just landers, but their anger and regrets were as powerful as any. And as the gates holding them back were thrown wide, that line between him and them was lost in the flood. Thoughts of real or not-real were washed away, leaving only the determination to see this through, to finish this.

Had it been the strength of those boiling regrets that had broken through? Or had Ash thrown that gate open himself? It didn't matter now.

In the corner of his vision, his status flickered, which could only mean one thing.

"...hah. Enjoying the show so far?"

"Well then stay tuned, asshole, because we're just getting started."

A gift of obsidian to edge his blade, courtesy of @Cain Darlite. @Erick Styker's blinding beacon, marking a true path through the darkness. Ash took a running leap off the wall, sword reflecting the sunlight left by @Seto Kurama's final strike.

❰ Chthonic Grasp ❱

The air ripped open in the wake of Ash's blade. The void yawned open, weeping spectral arms that seized Levi's summoned swords. They followed Ash like a shadow, points aimed downwards as he fell. It was only a moment he was in the air, but that seemed to last an eternity.

In that moment, some part of Ash that was still unequivocally Aisling performed the existential equivalent of a resigned shrug and decided it might as well go along with all this.

"How's this for a high five?!"

Taunting (2,358)

Ash landed and plunged his sword into the MEME.naught's carapace. Sparks and the smell of burning electronics filled the air as Ash ripped his sword out, cutting a rift in the metal. His spectral entourage followed suit, raising their own blades in unison and plunging them deep into the opened wound.

Rolls

Movement: C7 → C6 (Action)
Critical Attack
2d100 (Advantage) (83, 99) + 20 + 15 + 50 (Positional bonus) + 76 (Buff) = 786 (Crit!)
786 damage
Gain the Vulnerable state
Slash Weapons | Ash Vargold | 1341C5

DEAD.naught
▪ HP: 1006/20000
▪ Remaining Data: 17.5% ↓
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