Complete Main Story (Story Event) Red Fever

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Red Fever (6)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified
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She looked around in a panic. There was damage done to so many people, and she didn't know who to help first. She had wanted to help MIT with the cannons, but seeing so much danger to so many people, she was terrified- too terrified to even cheer anyone on, even though she was such a good cheerleader. Actually, did she have any other skills?

Frantic, she started running back and forth, trying to figure out a way she could be useful. Dropping her staff, she winced as the heavy stick fell on her foot. Wait... Her staff! Duh! She was a Divine Mage!

Looking around, she began to cast her spell. Three balls of bright light flew towards @Frey Elzeiros @Sol and @Herculean Drakecon with a warmth they would feel instantly melt into their skin. With a shrewd yell, the timid girl managed to call out to them. "Go for it!!!"

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Power Heal (AoE)
1d100 (11) + 15 + 5 + 10 = 14 (Total divided by 3)
+11 HP to 3 targets
Gain the Vulnerable state
Protected by @Athena - Vulnerable State Null
Healing @Frey Elzeiros @Sol and @Herculean Drakecon
Divine Magic | Harukami | 550C8


Area: Face/Legs/Body
▪ Kurungaar HP: 11,902/27000
▪ Kurungaar SP: -91/1000
▪ Taunt: 2/3
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True to the nature of their expedition, the moment's pause shifted into a dedicated forward advance. Yet this time Wolfe's visage caught sight of a figure that put the prior reckless apes to complete shame. With its sizable mass, the Kurungan Mother declared itself a foe of both sweeping interest and danger. Though Wolfe trailed his companions and charged towards one of the massive legs recklessly, a part of him recognized that this piece of combat would be far larger than he could chew.

Nonetheless, they were all here now. And there was naught to be done other than their best so with an interest of his own, the fellow gamer leaped into action. The earth itself vibrated with its every step and eagerly, the katana that Wolfe brandished plunged forward. Though the exterior skin of the insect weakened the blow, there had been enough force from the swing to crack.

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Heavy Attack
1d100 (73) + 0 + 0 + 20 = 93 + 10 (MIT Mist) = 103
103 damage
You cannot move this cycle
Slash Weapons | Wolfe | 550C8 | Legs


Area: Legs
▪ Kurungaar HP: 11,799/27000
▪ Kurungaar SP: -91/1000
▪ Taunt: 2/3
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Red Fever Boss: Kurungaar Mother

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Red Fever (6)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified
-25 Power Buff Retal
-40 HP from Face Tanking
+71 Powerbuffed (2/3)
Protected by Laylabelle
+26 HP: Power Heal from Bluebird
Vulnerable



A fairly average April day.
VRS had information to file on the newly returned Terrasphere.
There was a mechanized body armor with unknown origins that had a myriad of issues right now.
There was a dinner to attend.
There was a life to live, even if alone.

But no.

Instead, Chelsea gets bugs. A lot of disgusting, prickly, buzzing, and pests. Yes "and", the pests were more like the stupids just throwing themselves to their deaths here. Stupids that would just throw their lives away knowing full well that this game killed, maybe even for pleasure as far as she was concerned. The biggest stupid by far though...

Had to be herself.

"Yeesh, I am doing this aren't I? ...Sigh."



"What's your goal? To spend your days pent up in this city? Why? You can do that in the real world. If you ask me, you're just wasting your time living like a caged bird when you could fly free. To me, THAT sounds stupid..."

Those words returned again. Yes well... look what this was leading into. If this is what doing something is. What's the gain-to-loss ratio? The Nexon saw the enemy coming, countless infected insects. a swarm of death that clouded the sky around the immense grotesque Kurungaar Mother. Chelsea had up to this point, never went to a battle like this. She read the records, she heard the stories. Never was the raven hair so stupid in all her life. Maybe...

Maybe even dumber now than while under Red Fever to be quite frank.

"I will never ever live this down. I just know it. ...Hnnngh!"



Her fingers went to the activation bracelet. The vector lines of light formed as the bugs approached hungry to get their missed meal from last time.

W A R N I N G


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"...Not now."



Every thought said leave.

The bugs crashed into her. Her thrusters closed in front like shields before she leaped back and took to the air, using the momentum to force them off only for the long swarm to commence following after her.

Too late to leave now... yeah no way to turn around. Either she was being covered (@Laylabelle) or not but she never counted on such things anyway so...

Her angle adjusted and her thrusters engaged. Chelsea went straight up as high as she could.

"N Cores... Hyperdrive... activate... now."



As she ascended her suit became lined with pulsing light that ran across it and her EN bar turned bright. This was the first time trying this in a real fight. She wasn't even sure the voice command module would work since she only typed manually before. Chelsea hoped she knew what she was doing.


❰ Hyper N Mode Activation ❱



This was pushing the "battery" way too soon. But taking too long here would be bad. How long before that fever or something worse comes along. This was her suit's first real test so she would push it to its limit.

Ready or not.

Chelsea shot towards the giant demonic insect. Flying past just close enough to fire a barrage before pulling back, or trying to. Never going this fast or high before led to a lot of bad estimations. Fever Fliers were able to follow her, unlike normal foes, on top of that she was noticing the energy drain go VERY quickly. These N Cores were incomplete and showing it.

Committing seppuku... her father would laugh at her for thinking of it that way, reminding him of her mother. and aunt

"Yaahhhhh.. Danielle (@Cain Darlite), Sabine (@Gwyn ap Herne) ... Ra - @Seigi Ling Ling I HATE YOU SO MUCH!!!!"



If she even lasted long enough for her empowered follow-up.
This was probably going to end terribly.

Caring is such a chore.

Rolls


Power Buff (Single)
2d100 (95 + 72) + 25 + 10 + 10 = 71 (Total divided by 3)
+71 buff to 1 target for 3 posts
Gain the Vulnerable state
Magitech | Lady N | 550C8

Normal Attack
1d100 (21) + 25 + 10 + 25 + 71 + 20 + 10 = 182
182 damage
Magitech | Lady N | 550C8 | Face Tanking


Area: Face
▪ Kurungaar HP: 11617/27000
▪ Kurungaar SP: -91/1000
▪ Taunt: 2/3
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The head burst, an uncanny wave shuddering through the battlefield. Harlow stared, staggered, unsteadied by the shock. He was closer than most who were not captured, as he stood alongside the charging Kiryuu. The blast of magical energy ran through him, charging his Magia energy supply with less than proper fuel.

A bell chimed. A swinging door scraped against the floor. He was there, smiling, guiding. A hand raised in the distance. He was there, scribbling into a notepad. How many plates could he fit on his arm? Two, five, ten? How many customers could he remember? How many tables could he manage at once? There was no number, and some days, there was no end. Lines out the door, shouting, fighting. Pressure, heat. He spun through, dodging and ducking under obstacles, narrowly avoiding disaster each time. A cup of this, a splash of that, four more plates and six new tables. A tightrope walked overtop a ceaseless sea of sharks and snakes, hungry and ungracious. Running the café on Sunday was a hell well practiced.

This fight wasn't all that much different.

He was getting a handle on the way the enemy moved and its habits, creating space for Kiryuu and the rescuers, who worked to free the imprisoned, before the former offered to carry any from the battle. Harlow was not too wounded. He shook his head. His place was here.



Finally, with Explorers were rescued (mostly...), their ranks expanded. He'd heard tales of @Seigi Ling Ling and @Gwyn ap Herne. A level of recognition came naturally with great power. This meant @Sol was rescued also. He didn't approach her. Combat didn't offer visitation time. Seeing them alive was enough to quell his well hidden worry. He admired how some unacquainted others landed on their feet. @The Guy and @Herculean Drakecon emerged, with the latter immediately employing their exhausting abilities to protect others. Honorable. Harlow would have to keep up.

But he hadn't the skillset to send glorious, magical shields, nor the fleetness of foot to flash to and fro. All he had was a sword and his training. With lessons learned from the real world, and those taught to him by @Lucia Mierz, he held his ground amidst the hurricane of red fever. Not a step back. Always forward. He stood stable, when…

A bird? Time would pause, as if the world refused to interrupt such a gift. Harlow looked toward the creature, petite, resting weightlessly on his forearm. It looked up at him, eyes full of forgiveness and aspiration. A dreaming bird. "Understood." He nodded as it cawed and burst, essence from its small shape infusing into his Magia chassis. "Thank you." He spoke to himself, knowing not the person who had delivered him the empowerment. He would honor their offering nevertheless. Someday, he would have to thank @Trissayne Lavelle in person.



Alongside Levi and Misha, another voice called out commands. This voice, like the others, was familiar. Eyes flicked around, finding @Ash Vargold. Harlow watched as the beastfolk struck into one of the Kurungaar Mother's vulnerable joints, his face splattered with hideous, vile fluids from within. With their summoned spiritual aid reinforcing others around, it seemed he had few left to defend himself.

No matter. As one of the sharp legs of the corrupted monster stabbed downwards towards his temporarily blinded comrade, a clash of hard chitin on swift steel clanged, knocking the attack off course and into the ground. The heavy, muscled limb would've been difficult for Harlow redirect, if he didn't feel his arms empowered by the bird from @Trissayne Lavelle. Not even a single pant, exhaling calmly through his nose. He sliced at the blocked leg, positioning himself between it and @Ash Vargold.

"On your three. This is Harlow." He didn't look toward his previously met companion, eyes set upon the enemy. All the while, his mind wandered to their previous meeting. This friend had died once already, and Harlow had agreed to help keep them from dying again. He remembered the promise. He remembered their curse. It was time to fulfill his vow. No room for hesitation.

"You're not alone. Over."
Rolls


Protect
1d100 (85) + 15 + 10 + 15 + 10 + 60 (Power Buff) = 195
195 damage
Giving @Ash Vargold Protected status
Hyper Sense | Harlow | 550C8 | Legs


Area: Legs
▪ Kurungaar HP: 11422 / 27000
▪ Kurungaar SP: -111 /1000
▪ Taunt: 2/3
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Red Fever (6)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified
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Gain Vulnerable status
Protected

"HAH! DON'T WANT TO FIGHT GROSS THINGS? JUST ABOUT EVERYTHING IS GROSS ONCE YOU TEAR IT TO BLOODY SCRAPS! THAT BEING SAID, IF YOU WANT TO SHOW HOW STRONG YOU ARE, LEAVING A MESS IS THE BEST WAY. FEAR IS A POWERFUL TOOL AND WHEN THE ENEMY SEES YOU RIPPING THROUGH THEIR ALLIES IS A SUREFIRE WAY TO DOUSE ANY COURAGE THEY THINK THEY HAVE! HAHAHA!"

Regan gave @Omega Redux a thumbs up feeling that she had imparted some sage-esque battle wisdom. As the group ventured on eventually they would come across the reason for the season.

"So that's it, huh?"

Regan grinned.

"Absolutely disgusting... HAHAHA, I WONDER WHAT COLOR ITS GUTS ARE!"

Watching closely, Regan unfurled her wings and readied her blades as the monster devoured the demon's corpse and evolved into something much more nefarious. As she was about to launch herself at the creature she noticed a familiar sight, it was Trevis whom she had encountered when she assisted the Adventurer's guild. Looking at the man, Regan immediately noticed something was missing.

Where's that idiot's cat? He can't fight without his cat!

Knowing what she had to do, Regan looked down at @Cynna whom she happened to be carrying under her arm, and nodded.

"YOU'LL HAVE TO ASSIST THE IDIOT THE WAY ONLY YOU CAN! PROTECT TREVIS! WITHOUT HIS CAT HE'S USELESS!"

Flying with all her speed, Regan plunged into the battle swords swinging and Cynna under her arm. Cathing up to the man, Regan would call out.

"TREVIS (@mina ), HERE! TAKE MINE!"

Tossing Cynna to Trevis, Regan hopped that Trevis could use the small Magia as a sort of pseudo-replacement emotional support cat. An emotional support Magia if you will.

"IT'S NOT YOUR CAT BUT SHE'S CLOSE AND IN MY OPINION CUTER ANYWAY! NOW IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME, I HAVE A MONSTER TO KILL!"

With a whirl, Regan lifted herself up above the battlefield, after taking a single lap to gain speed, Regan dove towards the monster, wings beating fast. Suddenly, Regan furled her wings to gain terminal velocity. Beginning to spin into a frontflip, Regan held both her blades out as she spun steadily like a circular saw.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! HERE I COME TO SQUASH YOU BUG! DON'T YOU DARE DIE ON THE FIRST HIT! I'M GOING TO GUT YOU AND COLOR MY DRESS IN YOUR INNARDS! HAHAHAHA!"

As Regan's front flip slice made contact, she drove her two blades deep into the creature.

"HAHAHA A LITTLE TOO SHALLOW! I THOUGHT I'D SPLIT YOU IN HALF WITH THE FIRST HIT! HAHAHAHA GUESS YOU'RE TOUGHER THAN YOU LOOK! LET'S SEE HOW LONG YOU CAN LAST!"

Cackling, Regan stood on the creature's back continuously striking hard with each of her weapons as though she were drumming, left, right, left, right. With each strike, the wound Regan inflicted grew deeper.

"I'LL SPLIT YOU IN HALF YET, BUG! HAHAHAHA!"


Rolls


Ultra Hinder
2d100 (56 + 17) + 15 + 0 + 15 + 10 + 34 = 74 (Total halved)
You can choose to deal either 147 damage to only HP, only SP, or 74 to both. Gain the Vulnerable state
Weapon Arts | Regan | 550C8 | Alter Hinder (All HP) | Body


Area: Body
▪ Kurungaar HP: 11249 / 27000
▪ Kurungaar SP: -111 /1000
▪ Taunt: 2/3
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Red Fever (6)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified
-40 HP from Attacking FACE/HEAD
(Edit note for @Laylabelle ! You can add +23 HP if you like, Alkaid healed her last round, BOOF!)
[+10] HP and to rolls from Serenity Mist
Face Attack: Your attack deals an extra 20 damage before multipliers.
VULNERABLE REMOVED FROM @Crimson Ruby PROTECT
+45 HP Heal from @Crimson Ruby


Laylabelle did not know the person's name ( @Alkaid Zexis ), but in the spirit ranger's suffering, it was ultimately that gesture of goodwill that allowed her to cling on. It was the touch of another that ultimately got her there. Laylabelle felt despair, more than once she dared to think that nobody would be able to find her, but she clung to hope anyway. Out there, people were trying, Laylabelle wouldn't stop fighting and leave their efforts in vain.

How long could she hold...?

One breath and then another, one breath and then another, how much longer, how many more breaths? Was she going to make it----no, was everyone okay...?

Laylabelle saw light. It blinded her, as she coughed, and coughed and coughed. She couldn't stop shaking as she was pulled out. In her delirium, she thought she recognized the face... @Hanno Futaba

Build...? Right, now she remembered, in fact a different part of that memory had kept her alive. "...hanno...? hah... hahaha... you found me... i remember now... the shield... it can't be too... sturdy... it sometimes has to bend... so it won't break... i-i did it... i held on this time... he... he..."

Laylabelle's hand hovered over the logout button as she convulsed and continued to shudder from dehydration and confusion. Her arms and legs were covered in bored holes, everything quivered, her teeth rattled, there would have been tears in the corners of her eyes if she were able to produce any.

Pain seared her so horribly that it no longer felt like much of anything. It was the sensation of "white". Like a noise so loud it ceases being discernable. Her breath quickened as she began to go into shock. Her finger quivering closer and closer to log out. She bit her lip as a shaky left arm grasped and lowered the wrist of the right... Her crushed throat wanted to scream. But...

"...Is everyone else okay...? No... me knowing w-won't... help... or ch-change anything..."

Laylabelle found her bow and leaned against it and asked. She just couldn't stop shaking.

"Let me borrow your shoulder... for a second... I can't accept this... if it means someone else just gets hurt instead... no... the proper way is... we all go home... t-together..."

Leaning against Hanno, Laylabelle drew her bow... Who was she if not a guide...? She had dedicated her entire life to guiding and rescuing people. She had seen successes, she had had to report tragic news.

Laylabelle saw her @Lady N , a shooting star mottled by winds of vermin, but the light always shone through. Her friends and their hopes had reminded her of that, when she'd almost given in.

You can do it, I know you can...

And gathering well beyond what could be reasonably given, Laylabelle loosed a shimmering spirit arrow to thin the swarm, but it burst... falling just a bit short.

Would Laylabelle's feeble wish reach the constellation of @Crimson Ruby @Gwyn ap Herne and @Lady N ?

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@Plutopia
Ultra Protect
1d100 (98) + 10 + 0 + 30 = 138
138 damage
Give 3 allies in your zone the Protected status. Gain the Vulnerable state
Guard Arts | Laylabelle | 550C8 | Face Tanking | Extension | @Crimson Ruby @Gwyn ap Herne and @Lady N


Area: Face
▪ Kurungaar HP: 11,111 / 27000
▪ Kurungaar SP: -111 /1000
▪ Taunt: 2/3
 
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Red Fever (6)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified
Vulnerable
Protected
by @Fina Drago
-18 HP from Legs Retal (mitigated by Protected)
-35 HP from Legs Retal while Vulnerable (mitigated by Protected)
+66 HP by @Blank


Cyrus had seriously considered logging off, and never coming back. Event? Who cares? All he'd done was run around like some headless chicken, trying (and often failing) to gather shit. Fuck, had that been miserable, especially because of that damned Red Fever. However. He fucking hated feeling like this, and resolved to confront the bullshit rather than try and run away from it. He didn't want to miss the conclusion of this event – sunk cost fallacy, maybe, but what the hell. That, and he wanted to feel like he'd accomplished something. Hopefully stupidly chasing after an OP boss would actually do it for him, because otherwise…

"Eh, let's forget about all of that," he muttered to himself.

After some resting, they begun the trek. Though many expressed concern for the captured Explorers, the issue was mostly in the back of Cyrus' mind. He didn't really know any of them, unless you counted an acquaintance or two. He was sort of distracted (or distracting himself) taking in the sights they passed.

Sooner than he'd thought, though, they reached the demon corpse. "So, you're the fucker–" he sneered, glaring at the corpse. However, the Kurungaar Mother wasted no time devouring it. It gained some of the body's demonic powers, it looked like, seeing as it sprouted horns, then a shockwave of magic extended from its exploding head. Cyrus, and many others were sent sprawling to the floor.

"Tch," he spat to the ground. "Yeah, I'm taking you down." He tried to force a grin, but it was more of a snarling grimace. He definitely had some frustrations to vent on this damn demon-insect.

He rushed the monster among a throng of others, side to side and back to back with many unfamiliar faces, and few known ones.

A cloud of rusty red flakes appeared around him, then elongated and sharpened into a myriad of thorny vines, entwining around one of the creature's legs, and digging into its flesh. It was pierced several times over, flesh flayed from it, innards pierced as the thorns grew and grew.

"And that's not all," Cyrus growled. Frenetically energized, he jumped, then mid-air, disappeared into a poof of inky darkness. He reappeared atop another leg, and began stabbing into Kurungaar Mother. "Get some." His gaze glinted with fervour as he plunged his daggers deep into the enemy, then pulled them out, and did it again. With the pain limiter on, the flailing legs around him hitting him barely registered as he tore into the creature in front of him.

Now this, this made it all worthwhile.

Rolls


Protect
1d100 (95) + 10 + 0 + 10 = 115
115 damage
Give 1 ally in your zone the Protected status
Hemomancy | Cyrus Sylvester | 550C8 | Legs
Protecting @Fina Drago

Twice Activated (extra action granted) | Cyrus Sylvester | 550C8

Reckless
2d100 (48 + 78) + 10 + 0 + 10 = 146
146 damage
Gain the Vulnerable state
Shadow Arts | Cyrus Sylvester | 550C8 | Legs


Area: Legs
▪ Kurungaar HP: 10850/27000
▪ Kurungaar SP: -131/1000
▪ Taunt: 2/3
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Roland Rutledge

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Red Fever (6)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified
+50 from C7
-40 from Face Tanking
Gain Vulnerable status


Roland blinked. "What just happened."
One moment he was fighting a massive golem; the next, some strange demonic insect was tearing through players left and right. He wasn't even in the same room that he was before, and a quick to his wounds had shown the effects of his alchemy slowly healing the bruises from falling from the ledges. It was as if he had been hurtled through time, or more specifically, as if the time for him had been erased from his memory.

Since he had come here, he had felt strange, as if Terrasphere had changed somehow, as if something more sinister was lurking behind him. Regardless, this was a terrible time and place to figure all of that out. He needed to move. His legs worked on their own, dipping and weaving far beyond the speed a normal player could muster.

He was fast, that had stayed the same, but he didn't feel in control. His legs took him further to the creature's mouth rather than further away. He couldn't tell why, but he knew he couldn't fight it. Passing someone that looked a lot like @Gwyn ap Herne, he recklessly slammed his blade home into the monster's chitin. Decent damage, but a drop in the bucket. It screamed, biting at him. But he was too quick. And stabbed again, this time his sword cleaving through flesh, as the monster's horns battered him to the side.

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Critical Attack
2d100 (Advantage) (4, 46) + 25 + 20 + 35 + 10 + 20 = 156
156 damage
Gain the Vulnerable state
Slash Weapons | Roland Rutledge | 550C8 | Face Tanking | Mist + Face Bonus

Sneak Attack
1d100 (81) + 25 + 20 + 35 + 10 + 20 + 30 = 221
221 damage
Sneak Attack successful! 30 damage added
Slash Weapons | Roland Rutledge | 550C8 | Face Tanking | Mist + Face Bonus | Twice activated


Area: Face/Legs/Body
▪ Kurungaar HP: 10,473/27000
▪ Kurungaar SP: -131/1000
▪ Taunt: 2/3

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Red Fever effects temporarily nullified
-35 HP from leg retaliation
-13 HP from combat prep
Protected by @Moonsong

"Give me some space you all, I'm BAGGING this bitch." Battle-induced adrenaline pumped through her veins at the sight of such a monster that felt diminutive in comparison to the all-mighty golem the Adventurer's Guild fought earlier, and yet this ominous presence was nonetheless intimidating on it's own right.

And stinky, too.

Fiora took the initiative towards the legs of the creature, hands glowing in azure tones as arcanamancy was put on display. Many have recklessly headed into combat, and she wouldn't be the one to fall behind, only her tactics seemed to align more with @Hanno Futaba 's this time around in assistance to the ones who needed help the most, either to safeguard them from incoming blows or to stall for them to break into a run, or fight. The latter much more admirable in her own personal opinion, but the hell they had been through was certainly not a peaceful one.

A set of gigantic arcane hands settled on the sky to wrap themselves around the Big Bad Bug and push it downwards towards the ground, giving it a twist like it were some kind of wet rug one squeezes liquid out of. Fiora overstep'd with that, she could feel it with how much energy it took to merely materialize these hands the bug would eventually catch, if it weren't for their quick dematerialization that followed a far less flashy attempt to restrain it with ropes and stakes, like ones meant to set down a campment, Fiora just gave the absolute to the offense in hopes of restraining this thing so others could give the coup de grace and end things in a one-two hit. It left her open to retaliation.

A retaliation she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth to face head on, and the impact sent her towards the floor with relative ease as she rolled for a couple of meters, only- It didn't hurt that much, as her eyes opened to take sight of a familiar rockstar coming to her aid, @Moonsong.

"Now THAT'S what I'm talking about, queen. SLAY!" She shouted back with a wide smile and a pained groan to set her head back to earth: this hurt, it really hurt despite it's mitigation, and wounds were flesh but still real all the more. Figuring she could leave the task to Moon, Fiora broke into a sprint to aid the group of brainiacs that still needed to do some preparations to set up their little fancy cannons. Some had trouble to solve even the simplest of tasks, and others were all the more irritated by the frenzied bugs attacking everything on sight, including herself now once she got in the range of their not-so mosquito bags.

"Stay calm ladies, the bug repellent is here." She tried to hit them all with some confidence but that fell short when everyone is swatting their hands around while simultaneously setting up the cannons. Doing, you know, what she is not doing: being productive.

To answer that, Fiora begun to pull summoned swords around her to spin at high velocities, luring the attention of a big chunk of the swarm to get turned into shreds by vorpal blades akin to sawblades. That should give them some space to work, and time for her to actually assist by using her two arms and some muscle to get supplies and materials alike closer to those who needed it, cutting short production time.

Yet she distracted herself, staring at the chaos ahead in search of one particular yellow head. Would @Zelrius be okay on his own or would she need to drag his ass out and smack him back to life? Just the thought of having to help him after claiming his safety among the experienced group between Brutus and Toko...

It made her blood boil, honestly.

"What you all looking at? I'm- I'm strategizing in my mind!"


Rolls


Ultra Hinder
2d100 (20 + 82) + 15 + 10 = 69 (Total halved)
64 damage to HP and SP. Gain the Vulnerable state

Arcanamancy | Fiora Di Angelo | 550C8 | Legs

  • Twice Activated (extra action granted) | Fiora Di Angelo | 550C8
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Expertise Check
2d100 (Advantage) (40, 79) + 15 = 94

Knowledge | Fiora Di Angelo | 550C8



▪ Kurungaar HP: 10404 / 27000
▪ Kurungaar SP: -180 /1000
▪ Taunt: 2/3
Battlefield Prep: 290/400
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Red Fever (6)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified
+57 HP from @Vina Skysong (cycle 6 / Reckless Apes)
+50 HP from a brief respite (cycle 7)
-35 HP from retaliation (Vulnerable / Protected by @Cyrus Sylvester)



"The Lion Arms is urging anyone who is new to the game or is on their second death to log out at once! There is always time for heroism and this is not one of those times."

"Tsk…" The feline clicked her tongue as she slowly walked out of the camp, completely drenched by the rain. Even though the MIT managed to manufacture a solution to help with the strange status effect and the Lions managed to slaughter the crazed apes, there was still more to do? Some kind of massive insect ready to devour a corpse of a demon that was causing all this? Well, it seemed appropriate for a large-scale event, but that warning from Levi would not stop ringing through Fina's head.

She was still relatively new to the game, and she was most certainly afraid of death. Sure, its consequences might have been far less severe than those experienced by one who met their ultimate end in the physical realm… but there were consequences nonetheless. She had not joined this world to be a hero or some grand adventurer. She joined for a completely selfish reason - to grasp at something she had lost a long time ago in the physical world. Dying here too often would mean abandoning what she had gotten back.

Bitting on her thumb as she brought her fist close to her mouth, the feline's sharp teeth drew blood, and the system-dulled pain reminded her of just how realistic this game was. A second life, truly and wholly. "Motherfuckers going off and playing heroes like it's nothing… telling people like me just to log off or fuck off completely..!"

No less than 30 minutes elapsed.​

The larger the group, the more tracks they left behind. Quite fortunate for Fina as she dashed ahead through the wilderness, following the path carved for her by the people who were braver than her. 'I swear, if I meet my first death here, I'll drag them all down with me!' It was pointless no matter how she tried to justify this to herself. Joining the fray was a dumb idea. Yet, here she was, desperately trying to catch up with the main group. Thankfully they must have moved slowly to account for everyone who was with them. Though she didn't quite catch up - as she arrived at the crater's edge, the warzone was already in full swing.

"Of course, it would be ugly bugs, of fucking course!" She felt the magic weighing down on the entire area, making her pause momentarily as the slightest hint of hesitation made her consider turning around and leaving them all behind. Gritting her teeth, she leaped over the stones and started sliding down the slope to join everyone. The largest group seemed to be gathering at the monster's legs, so that was where she headed, spotting several familiar faces along the way. This was really the one time they had to work together or die together, huh?

"Sorry for being late! As compensation, let me help—!" Screaming into the crowd, the girl closed her eyes for a brief moment to focus. Countless small stars seemingly made of refractive purple gems formed around her and then flew out, surrounding @Cyrus Sylvester, @Cleo Looker, and @Vina Skysong like a swarm of flies. Only, instead of annoying, they acted as a very sharp shield. With that, they were a bit more protected, and if they collided with anything, they'd also deal some damage. "Okay, let's do this!"

Rolls


Ultra Protect
1d100 (38) + 15 + 15 + 10 = 78
78 damage | 10 SP damage
Give 3 allies in your zone the Protected status. Gain the Vulnerable state
Protection: @Cyrus Sylvester | @Cleo Looker | @Vina Skysong
Arcanamancy | Fina Drago | 550C8 | Legs


Area: Legs
▪ Kurungaar HP: 10 326 / 27 000
▪ Kurungaar SP: -190 / 1 000
▪ Taunt: 2/3
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Hyakin Heliodoros

❮ Shield of Hope ❯
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Red Fever (6)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified
-35 HP Legs


Hyakin of course followed the Lion Arms members, trying his best to stay close to the group which he will be a part of in the future. It was sure, clear, set in stone. Unless something in the game glitched and he would be unable to be part of a Faction.

He was a little nervous, but mostly excited. That is of course until they reached the place and well, he thought the ape boss was big.

He was absolutely wrong.

The insect mother was huge. And the corpse of the demon was freaky. It was a really great design for both of them. Both creepy in completely different way. Hyakin was lucky enough that he was tall enough that he could see things really well.

The artist in him perked up.

And when he looked at the demon corpse there was something just – so very off about it. It felt, the longer he watched, the more colours dimmed and swirled, as if the corpse was releasing some form energy, swirling like worttex suking the light away…

And yet the huge insect mother fell onto it as if it was the best food ever.

It all must have been part of scripted event, Hyakin thought, watching this very realistic, very disgusting scene.

…The way the insect queen started to change, made him think of the mechanics of boss changing its look before the fight. The explosion of 'not-blood' was disgusting. And it almost seemed as if that was the end.

Bit anticlimactic.

"Wha-?!" He was bowled over as force of, something, as if wind, ran him down, pushed him onto ground.

He tried to quickly orient himself and get up; noticing that some people were fine, others were not, he helped another person up and then… Well, the corpse somehow got up, even different.

It was fight time, end of cutscene, because look, the HUD showed the big, big, health bar.

And there was a rush.

Up close the monster was even bigger. Hyakin, well, he tried to not get stomped at first. Avoiding few close hits; but there were people there and that limited movement.

It was chaotic.

He felt alive; watching how many players launched attacks; he saw some agile ones leaping all the way to its face, some flashy ones, there was even another rescue mission!

As he avoided getting crushed to death, Hyakin shook his head a little to refocus. Right, he needed to do more. Help more.

Red threads fluttered in his vision, leading to few people.

And so, he made a decision, following after one, it led him to a female player almost right next to him. She looked bit banged up, tired and Hyakin felt the urge to protect rise once more.

His shield shone and he slammed into the leg, scoring a hit and pushing it just to the side just a little bit, avoiding it stomping on the woman.

"Are you fine brave Lady?" He asked, getting a small breather as someone managed to sort of tie few of the legs.

His blood was singing, he was so excited and he hoped that this amazing battle will be sung later on in taverns!

"Let's keep it up!" He shouted, to himself and to others, laughing as he bashed the leg once more... Ang got kicked with the other one. Small hit yet it hurt damn much.

"Haha, as expected of a boss!"


Rolls


Protect
1d100 (23) + 10 + 0 = 33 +10 (MIT) = 43
43 damage
-10 to SP from Legs
Give @Sarina Knights n Protected status
Guard Arts | Hyakin Heliodoros | 550C8 | Legs


Area: Face/Legs/Body
▪ Kurungaar HP: 10283/27000
▪ Kurungaar SP: -200/1000
▪ Taunt: 0/3
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Cynna

Guest
70 / 100


Red Fever (6)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified
-30 HP from Body
All rolls (except actions such as Haste) are given a +10 bonus from the MIT's exceeding their goal at the R&D of Serenity Mist.
+34 buff from @Omega Redux


[Cynna had acquired OMEGA VISION]

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"I approve."

The diminutive mage nodded.

"I can SEE the VERMIN I must SMITE in OMEGA definition."

As she was hoisted by Regan, Cynna suddenly seemed to grow contemplative. She was studying @Omega Redux with a shrewd look as her brows furrowed. It was an indescribable expression.

"...initiating sub-contract... opening profile... Omega Redux... loading.... loading... setting parental controls to [on]... please hold... complete."

It was subtle, but there was a golden light about Omega, a little twinkle wishing her well...

***
...Thanks to @Regan , Cynna arrived at the body after firing multiple myriads of light beams as cover fire on their approach. Seeing the pain in Trevis's eyes (@mina) Cynna allowed herself to be tossed. Cynna knew well that great heroes needed great support. From the dawn of the age of great warriors, Cynna could not think of a single one that didn't carry with them an #emotionalsupport companion. Of course, by that metric, Cynna only knew two great warriors...

Cynna looked up at Trevis.

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"This is the way."


Rolls


@Plutopia
Protect
1d100 (95) + 0 + 0 + 10 = 105
105 damage
+34 damage buff (forgot to add)

Give 1 ally in your zone the Protected status
Aura | Cynna | 550C8 | Body | @Omega Redux gains save roll advantage (Protect Aura) + (Protected)

Cynna has save roll advantage (Protect Aura)

@Omega Redux gains +25 hp from retroactive protect...?


Area: Body
▪ Kurungaar HP: 10,144/27000
▪ Kurungaar SP: -200/1000
▪ Taunt: 2/3
 
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Lumaceon
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Adventurer’s Guild (Gold)
Red Fever (6)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified
-25 from Fever Fliers

Rolls


Save
1d100 (52) + 115 = 167
Will | Celestine | 550C8


Celestine was content to remain closer to the back of the group, not wanting a repeat of the horrific tentacle horrors she'd had to endure last time. Safety was nice. Unfortunately, a powerful magic shockwave blasted several in her group backward, sending a massive chunk of people toppling down behind her.

She stood there, completely unfazed. No stupid demon-worm was going to out-magic her! Buuuut, she also wasn't about to stand here and stay on the frontlines!

"Oh no, it is doing me a knockback!" she "lamented" as she calmly laid on the ground and rolled away from the demon creature. What a powerful shockwave that was, it carried her all the way to the back! Alas, some flying bugs still nibbled on her the whole way.

Finally standing up, she looked around to see several nerds preparing technological cannon thingies. She had zero clue what the technological cannon thingies were, or how to help, but she stood still, smiled with dazzling radiance unmatched, and encouraged them!

@Kaede Hoshi
Wow! All of the deadlies are doing a slow now! You are an amazing, time zombie~!



@Corsair
A real Robo-Snow White! I can tell your animal thingies do you the much love! You are the making of a great team!



@Fiora Di Angelo
Hi Fiora!


Unlike the others helping with the cannons, Celestine knew Fiora from her wonderful performances prior. She figured such a confident bard had no need of a special cheer. Cel waved hi, nonetheless; it was nice seeing her again.


Rolls


Expertise Check
1d100 (35) + 95 + 10 = 140
Presence | Celestine | 550C8



Battlefield Prep: 430/400
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Tristaria

❮ Steel Reaver ❯
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Lumaceon
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MIT Member (Sophomore Researcher)
Red Fever (6)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified
-50 HP from Support Retaliation
Vulnerable


Rolls


Save
1d100 (47) + 0 = 47
Will | Tristaria | 550C8



At first, Tristaria was confident the wave of magical energy wasn't about to knock her down. She was a heavy magia! Magia were strong. Magia didn't get knocked back by pathetic worms. Unfortunately, she was wearing a wingsuit, and much like a galleon is carried along by its sails, the heavy and strong was likewise flung back by her wings.

@Sol

Bonk.

Tristaria smacked into a beastfolk lady with striking red hair like a tumbleweed... made of metal. Lucky for her, she seemed strong enough to hold out and stop Tris from blasting off again.

"Thanks," Tris nodded, thanking her for her totally-willing-and-absolutely-not-awkwardly-forced-upon-her save.

Glancing around the battlefield, Tris narrowed her gaze in on the newly-rescued explorers. "I'm going to help out. Here, take this with you." Thrusting a hand to the ground, Tristaria murmured a short magic phrase and suddenly, a perky looking magia girl spawned in front of her. Tris pointed at the red-hairred lady.

Go with her and help out with whatever. We're fighting that thing.



W-w-what!? What IS that!? Summoner Tristaria!?



Quit whining and go with her. You're a summon anyway, you're basically immortal.



N-no I'm not! We can die like anyone else!



Oh. Well... signal me if you're about to die, and I'll unsummon you. Now go.



Tris ran off before her summon could protest. After a few awkward moments, she turned to Sol.

Uhm... hi, I'm Una. I'll be assisting you? I guess...? Ehehe... heh...



Rolls


Power Buff (Single)
2d100 (35 + 96) + 20 + 5 + 20 + 10 (+20 for coordinate) = 69 (Total divided by 3)
+69 buff to 1 target for 3 posts (@Sol)
Gain the Vulnerable state
Summon | Tristaria | 550C8


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Crimson Ruby

❮ Pathfinder ❯
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Chanlye
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Red Fever (6)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified
Vulnerable from Ultra Healing & Protected by @Laylabelle
-50 -25 HP from Healing Retaliation
-40 -20 HP from Face Tanking Retaliation
+10 HP from Serene Mist
+26 HP from the love of her life (@Bluebird)
+29 HP from big bro (@Ru Ning)

Ruby slashed and fought, struggled and squirmed, holding back the urge to scream because she knew very well what would happen if she dared to open her mouth.

Instead, her teeth gritted and bared, she needed to protect @Sol at all cost.

At every sting of pain, a new regret was born. Regretting not being stronger, regretting not turning on the pain limiter when the inevitable was near, regretting being so pathetic. She stayed behind to make sure one friend wasn't alone, and yet she couldn't do anything about it. Anything. Not a single thing about it.

The blade dancing slowed down with time, exhaustion building up, with her muscles burning and screaming for her to stop... And eventually, she did. Without even realizing it, drowning in the hell of the amplified emotions.

Her body no longer obeyed her mind, albeit both were now scarred at least one wanted to continue the fight. But it was hopeless, one wasn't abstract enough to endure all that pain and horror.

With her body halting, her mind was next, engulfed by despair and a sudden realization that while she was trying to make sure someone wasn't alone, she was now alone herself, with all her senses numbing and darkening, sending her to a limbo where only she and her most undesirable emotions existed.

...

'Nap time's over! It's way past high noon, wake up!'

That familiar rowdy voice-

"... Bonnie?" She recalled @Bonnie Bonbon's voice, with her eyelids quivering as her eyes opened.

'Ru! Guide 'em out! I'll cover y'all!'

"Ru..?" Her ears finally rose slowly, along with her face and eyes that were nearly facing the floor by now. @Ru Ning was there?

Not only him, but that voice, not the rowdy one, but the beautiful and soothing one, with a harmony that made Ruby's heart flutter, with her ears perking up.

Her friends were there. They were all there with her again.

The lingering effects of the amplified sorrow and joy echoed. Sadness for seeing them having to go through this pain, happiness for having them with her once again.

Finally freed, Ruby nearly stumbled, reaching for the voice and throwing herself at @Bluebird. She didn't need to say a word, nor use her primal aura to make it clear how she was feeling. Warmth once again, friendship once again, freedom once again.

Eventually letting her go, Ruby forced herself through once again, feeling @Laylabelle's wish brought by her arrow, with their constellations aligning despite both of them barely talking... Yet, there was one thing that connected them. They were all together in this. @Frey Elzeiros who called them forth, inspiring them with his shout when they were facing despair, @Herculean Drakecon when she was hurt and he carried her with him. And every single one that faced that dire danger, including @Kamala Graham's shining smile that was cut short mercilessly.

Unsheathing her sword, Ruby's form flickered, with illusions of herself appearing and disappearing, protecting the ranger girl by tricking the swarm and the monster.

Her legs then forced another move, a harmonical one to follow Bluebird's song, swinging her blade in a dance that, unlike her usual mortal one, was an endearing and warming one, inspiring and raising the spirits of those who fought together until the end.

Rolls

Twice Activated (extra action granted) | Crimson Ruby | 550C8

Power Heal (AoE)
1d100 (90) + 20 + 15 + 10 (Mist) = 45 (Total divided by 3)
+45 HP to @Frey Elzeiros @Herculean Drakecon & @Laylabelle
Gain the Vulnerable state
Harmonic Magic | Crimson Ruby | 550C8

Protect
1d100 (4) + 10 + 15 + 25 + 10 (Mist) + 20 (Face Hit) = 84
84 damage
Protecting @Laylabelle

Illusion Magic | Crimson Ruby | 550C8 | Face Tanking


Area: Face/Legs/Body
▪ Kurungaar HP: 10060/27000
▪ Kurungaar SP: -200/1000
▪ Taunt: 2/3
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OOC
Harmonia
167 / 185


Red Fever (6)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified
Protected by @Herculean Drakecon
-20HP from Retaliation
+14HP from @Harukami
+50HP from @Avery Aphelion
+45HP from @Crimson Ruby
+10HP from Serenity Mist


[Will edit this in the future]



The draught brought to his lips returns him to his senses before long. He awaits with another for their wounds to be tended, for people to come to them, and he watches again and again as people approach her, wondering about her safety.

"That's a lot of people wanting to see you hale and hearty. Must be a big shot or something, eh? Or people's favorite Lander, maybe," but the lighthearted way in which he voices the words at @Seigi Ling Ling had already given his motive away. If he could pluck a smile from others, then his duty would be considered done.

And though concern briefly flashes in his eyes, he centers himself enough to flash her a smile. "Well, in any case, we shouldn't let them down. I'll see you out there!"

He taps her forehead with a claw. A third eye sprouts into being from where he touches her, dual-colored in shimmering blues and pinks, much like Frey's. Its gaze darts around, never focusing, yet always attentive to the incoming dangers that would befall her.

He salutes the stranger with two fingers.

And he is gone.



The onslaught rages on throughout the battlefield. Words become slurred speeches without meaning to his ears, already ringing from the nearby explosion of another's magic. An arrow at his shoulder numbs most of his arm's sensation... Wait, there's an arrow at his shoulder? In a panic, he tears it out of his flesh, but where he would expect pain, nothing but relief comes in its replacement.

"What the fuck..." His hands rip a paper dangling from the arrow, reading out the name of one @Avery Aphelion, head whipping around as if to locate the source of healing amidst the sea of combatants. But the name is one he doesn't recognize, leaving him without a choice but to pocket the note. In his search, he too notices @Crimson Ruby and @Harukami as they direct their spell work to him. "Whoever did that, thank you? I guess? Yeah, thank you!"

@Herculean Drakecon abruptly slumps to the ground beside him. Undefeated. But for how long? The man continues breathing, speaking, urging Frey on until he's collapsed from the effort. Nothing but the sight of the expedition's full number consumes Frey's vision, now tinted red from the shield drawn to his front. He spots the hulking figure of a beastfolk he recognized from earlier briefings with the other factions.

"You (@Asch) the head of the Explorers?" He shouts at Childress while she commands the attacking forces, but does not turn to see if he's actually caught her attention. He looks ahead, to their common enemy, as a smile finds its way onto his bloodied lips. "Tell you what! Arlyn (@Vale*) owes us a sightseeing trip, and you are invited!"

"Once that thing is fucking dealt with, of course."
Rumors spoken amongst the expedition's members painted her as a terrifying person, and seeing her in action, he wasn't bound to think any differently. Still, he thought to extend his own version of inspirational words. "You snooze, you invite the drinks."

"Speaking of which."
As if on cue, the image of him flares with the outburst of mana that pours from him, heightening each sensation, every sting of an untreated wound, and a new one opening where he couldn't care to look. Stepping in front of Herculean in an effort to shield his fellow player, he claps his hands together, and the stench of ink fills the air around him as the blackened veins along the right side of his body spring to life, forming tendrils of ichor with which he lashes forward at the Kurungaar.

"YOU RUINED MY OUTFIT."

Taunting (taunt)


Rolls


Protect
1d100 (57) + 10 + 10 + 10 + 10 + 20 = 117
117 damage

Give 1 ally (@Seigi Ling Ling) in your zone the Protected status
Astramancy | Frey Elzeiros | 550C8 | Protect and Taunt | Face Tanking


Area: Face
▪ Kurungaar HP: 9943/27000
▪ Kurungaar SP: -200 /1000
▪ Taunt: 3/3
▪ Battlefield Prep: 430/400
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Unaffiliated
Red Fever (6) Immunized
All rolls (except actions such as Haste) are given a +10 bonus from the MIT's exceeding their goal at the R&D of Serenity Mist.
-30hp from Fever Fliers


Caelia had never seen such organized chaos before. A shut-in most of her life outside of the game, she’d rarely ever even been in a place with so many people at once. They moved around her fluidly, no one stopping even as she stood still in a moment of… She wasn’t sure what to call it. Contemplation? It felt like a scene from a movie; the world continued to move around her, but she remained frozen in time. Her eyes were wide, fear an obvious emotion held within the icy depths as she gazed upon the Kurungaar Mother and the swarm surrounding her. Even as the shock-wave rolled by, Caelia managed to stay on her feet, despite feeling like her legs were slowly becoming jelly.

Seconds ticked by. She felt like all she could do was breathe, and even that was a challenge as she studied the battlefield. There wasn’t time to freeze! She started to move forwards, forcing her legs to move beneath her and carry her into the battle.

Cries from the rest of the attacking party echoed in her head. Shouts of “over here!” and “need some help!” and “I got your back” and on and on and on. People working together.

She looked left. She looked right.

She was alone again.

Even in this sea of people, she was alone. Anger and frustration and fear welled up inside of the small Faerin. She realized with a jolt that she’d kept walking forward, now nearly face to face with the distended body of the beast they were fighting. Fever Fliers swarmed around her, biting and scratching anywhere they could. She was thankful she’d thought to turn on her pain limiter before coming to join the fight, or else she might be even more useless.

What am I doing here?! she thought, taking half a step backwards. Her eyes stung with tears. I don’t have anyone here, I didn’t think to - I can’t do this alone!

Then don’t.

Caelia gasped softly, spinning around to try and see who had spoken. She saw nothing, but suddenly felt as if a presence was standing at her side. Maybe it was naive of her, what she did next, but well…

Above all, Caelia hated to be alone.

Help me.

With pleasure.

She didn’t ask who it was or what it wanted. The dark magic coalescing around her, drawn out by her panic, seemed to grow thicker. It cocooned around her, crackling with blue and purple energy as it slowly engulfed Caelia. She sighed, relaxing into it rather than fighting it.

With a shockwave bursting outward, the darkness pushed away, revealing Caelia once more…but not quite how she’d been before. Half of her face was distorted, covered by a strange black substance. Her eye on that side had gone red.

I’m tired of this. You need to calm down.


She spoke quietly, and it was unlikely anyone actually heard her…or the strange distortion to her voice. She stood there, looking up at the beast. Fear still dominated in her mind, but it was soothed now by the strange presence.

She was not alone.

Rolls


Flavor Save
1d100 (74) + 15 = 89
Will | Caelia Etterni | 550C8

Heavy Attack
1d100 (26) + 15 + 10 + 10 + 10 + 20 = 91
91 damage
You cannot move this cycle
Dark Magic | Caelia Etterni | 550C8 | Body


Area: Body
▪ Kurungaar HP: 9,852/27000
▪ Kurungaar SP: -200/1000
▪ Taunt: 3/3
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Tick Tock

❮ Queen Slayer ❯
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Red Fever (10)
+10 HP from Mist
-30 from Body retal

She could feel it. Malignant, corruptive. The energy of the demonic corpse that flows through the Mother bug. It felt ironic to her, on one hand, it felt like death had a vendetta with her, a score to settle. While her condition worsened, her coat ripped from the sheer mass that begun to grow of her body, like the worst case of an allergy anyone could ever have. Her legs failed her, and despite the rescue team that came for them all, she couldn't make an effort to crawl out of that pit, no matter how much she wished for the torment to stop, for the boluses on her body to cease their progressive expansion across her wretched corpse.

A hand went for her heart, tightening it's grip on her chest as a downpour of blood dropped from her lips. It wouldn't be long before her last breathe followed, yet an ETA was hard to disclose right now as to when the lungs would become compromised like the nerves did.

Despite it all, she could still move her wrists, her forearms, her hands and fingers. She didn't need more than that to let dark magic pour through, a mixture of everything. Fear, sadness, anger, regret. These would do nicely As the darkened tendrils begun to wrap across her limbs and neck. A bleeding puppet, and the puppeteer at once. Janky in motion, yet still capable of bringing up form to her spells, Shane allowed her Aura to emanate of her, a disgusting stench upon Tangleweaves long consumed with the unnatural energy that overflows from her pores, and the taboo that many-a-player chose as a mastery. It allowed her to grant one last blessing, one last act of defense to @Regan who so viciously launched into a brave one woman assault to the body. And, to gain the attention of the Kurungaar Mother herself, so attuned to the demonic magic, she should surely notice when one other ember flared up that wasn't the corpse's, or her own.

"Please, I've dealt with your kind in Australia my entire life."

Taunting (Taunt)


Her own aura lashed out. A threatening essence that warped from within and escaped through every hole a blade, arrow and spell did, every crevasse every little space from which sunlight could thrust in if it weren't for the well of magic that sucked right into the Kurungaar. At that point, Shane had a clear vision of many, many specks of light and mana alike. Some brighter than others, in all sorts of colours, with one of them so blue and so abhorrent, the epitome of creation's magic. She shudered at that contour, at the form magically blessed eyes caught upon. And despite all her fears, for once, she felt panic for more than what that power could entail.

But the form was so familiar, diminutive... Why are -you- here, @Azykia? Why?

Irony hit late to her, and if fate had a face she would look at it and smile at it's bittersweet humour.
A mother that sacrifices her children for the very power of the Demon Corpse,
And one who sacrifices herself for the safety of everyone else

It wasn't for @Crimson Ruby , Who accompanied her in a journey to the depths of these ruins, Shoulder to shoulder.

Nor for @Herculean Drakecon, who she figured would be emboldened by power only a protector such as himself could harness in desperate times when friends are at stake.

Was it for @Kijin then? No, absolutely no. Despite their exchange, she couldn't hold a grudge to someone who would make a last stand with the rest of the group.

Azykia Perhaps. If only since fate granted her a chance to make amends, and yet the same tragic story of usual coming full circle. Who would complete their little language project? Hopefully, the torch would reach it's bearer, as with monstrous effort, fat fingers took grasp of her diary, the very book riddled with stenography and her own personal notes alike, and casted it outside to the party.

All these heroes- Too young to die in a videogame like this. Fate will not have it's way today.

@Asch

Stay


"Spare the others. I'm ready."

Rolls


Protect
1d100 (69) + 10 + 0 = 79
79 damage
Give 1 ally in your zone the Protected status (@Regan)


Area: Body
▪ Kurungaar HP: 9773/27000
▪ Kurungaar SP: -200/1000
▪ Taunt: 4/3
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Chrys

❮ Stalwart Defender ❯
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Red Fever (6)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified
-35 HP from Retal (Legs)


"Ayna..."


There wasn't much that Chrys could say to calm @Ayna Nietzsche down. @Kamala Graham was not just her friend. She was his friend, too, and like Ayna, Chrys was battling his own feelings of doubt and regret. Maybe she was right. Maybe this was her fault, encouraging them both to expand their horizons in a game with apparent risks, but they could have said no. Couldn't they?

His reverie was soon interrupted, and his guilt forced him to join up with the others, chasing after his remaining friend. While Chrys was able to maintain his balance, the Beastfolk could not, and he tried to help her, only to be dissuaded by the electricity that soon covered her body. At first, Chrys' instincts told him to protect himself, an arm shielding his eyes from the bright energy emanating from Ayna. But then a horrible revelation came to his mind, and he could do nothing else but scream after the very fast woman.

"AYNA! NO! DON'T!"


He was too late. She was too fast! She was already charging at the monster before he could finish his disapproval. No! I'm not too late! Not this time!

From the earth beneath his feet, and from a very safe distance, away from @Shane, Chrys manifested jagged pieces of the ground to start floating around him, and as they did, they shed all the dirt and dust that had tainted their true form, revealing golden gems, through his magic. He then directed his Thousand Sparkling Gold to crash into the creature, smashing themselves against it as an act of defiance, before reforming and flying towards Ayna, swirling around her as she did her thing with lightning and furious thunder.


❰ Thousand Sparkling Gold: Armillary Sphere Screen ❱


I won't let you die, Ayna! I won't let anyone else die!

But people always do. Such is the way of the world, even this one.

Rolls


Save (Flavor)
1d100 (72) + 0 = 72
Will | Chrys | 550C8

Protect
1d100 (16) + 10 + 10 + 10 = 46
46 damage
Give 1 ally in your zone the Protected status (@Ayna Nietzsche)
Aura | Chrys | 550C8


Area: Legs
▪ Kurungaar HP: (9773 -46 DMG) 9727/27000
▪ Kurungaar SP: (-200 -10 SP) -210/1000
▪ Taunt: 4/3
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Ru Ning

❮ God's Exceed ❯
B
Messages
116
Gold
0
Mastery
0
Valor
18
Event
0
Special
0
OOC
Hecatus
110 / 160


Red Fever (6)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified
Vulnerable from power heal
-50 HP from healing retaliation


Not one to repeat the same mistake twice, the gaunt lepis unhesitatingly surged forth with his companions to assault the monstrosity before them. Climbing atop the creature with the timely assistance of @Bonnie Bonbon , Ru looked about frantically, scouring the folds for any and all faces in need of rescue. His beat a step slow, he'd assist in guiding the victims down the creature's body, assisting them with each step of the way, or in some cases, carrying others on his back.

"Hey kiddo, wake up. We got a job to finish."


A gentle tap was made against the face of the clearly exhausted crimson felis (@Crimson Ruby ) who rest securely in the embrace of a mutual friend, @Bluebird . Having slid down the legs and cleared to safety, the lepis quickly surveyed the battlefield, providing timely aid to both familiar faces and otherwise.

"But before you jump back in... let me patch you up first."


Rolls


Power Heal (AoE)
1d100 (40) + 20 + 15 + 10 (MIT) = 29 (Total divided by 3)
+29 HP to 3 targets (@Crimson Ruby @Tyr @Bluebird )
Gain the Vulnerable state
Spirit Magic | Ru Ning | 550C8


Area: Body
▪ Kurungaar HP: 9727/27000
▪ Kurungaar SP: -200/1000
▪ Taunt: 4/3
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