Complete Main Story (Story Event) Red Fever

[Ru Ning]

30 / 160

Red Fever (7)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified (last cycle)
-60 from map damage
-20 from cannon explosion

"Oooh, don't mind if I do!"

Saddling up to the side of a completed cannon, the gaunt lepis looked gleefully at the device with a hint of deviousness in his eyes. Having experienced his fair share of siege weaponry across decades of gaming, he found himself no stranger when aiming down range. After all, after having shot more than his fair share of trebuchets, arrow carts and ballistae across the gaming multiverse, how hard would a cannon be? Taking only the briefest of moments to adjust the weapon's barrel, a satisfactory trajectory was found.

"Cover your ears folks!... FIRE!!!"

**KRRAAAAKOOOM!!!**​

A furious roar screeched forth, deafening those within the perimeter as the newly christened serenity cannon, was unleashed. (Hence forth self-dubbed as Meet-Your-Matron MK 1) His glee was short lived however as the cannon quickly imploded, sputtering a tongue of flames from the device as the lepis ducked for cover. Teeth chattering with delight from the aftermath of his shot, adrenaline surged through the man as he steadied himself behind a second device, raring to go a second round.

"ROUND TWO -- INCOMING!!!"

**KRRAAAAKOOOM!!!**​

A second direct hit, this time without the backlash.

Rolls

Burst Attack
18d20 exploding (17 + 2 + 9 + 16 + 14 + 19 + 7 + 16 + 8 + 6 + 2 + 18 + 1 + 6 + 7 + 15 + 18 + 16) = 197
197 damage (Explosions: 0)
Serenity Cannon 1 | Ru Ning | 550C9

Roll Result
1d4 (1) = 1 (explosion!)
Cannon Explosion | Ru Ning | 550C9

Twice Activated (extra action granted) | Ru Ning | 550C9

Burst Attack
18d20 exploding (6 + 16 + 4 + 10 + 3 + 15 + 20 + 5 + 8 + 3 + 2 + 14 + 7 + 13 + 12 + 13 + 7 + 4 + 14) = 176
176 damage (Explosions: 1)
Serenity Cannon 2 | Ru Ning | 550C9

Roll Result
1d4 (3) = 3
Cannon Explosion | Ru Ning | 550C9

▪ Kurungaar HP: 5247/27000
▪ Orb HP: 277/1200
▪ Orb SP: 467/1200
▪ Cannon Troubleshooting: 413/400
▪ Cannons Used (2/5)
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[Brutus Dahlgren]

98 / 240

Red Fever (7)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified (last cycle)
-30 HP from Field Attack
+30 HP Second Wind
-30 Retal Finisher
Protected by Azzy (To be posted)
+39 to damage from @Sumire

The Giant howled as he kept his onslaught up. He would slaughter bugs wholesale. His canon glowed red with heat as he continued to fire away. He'd never fought this hard before, keeping his eyes on everyone he could. Firing canon after canon shot to ward off his friends, to spare them what he could. He was warded in teal, his little sister @Azykia literally ratioing the horde of flies. Everyone was fighting so hard to keep this creature down.

And then it released the laser.

The giant's whole vision went white as he forced himself to duck out of the way, narrowly avoiding being disintegrated . When he looked up, he desperately looked to those he was defending. @Zelrius was getting ready for an all or nothing gambit. @Toko was till fighting the creature on it's shoulder. Where was...

@Ilya

His blue eyes settled upon her corpse laying on the ground. "No..." the word left his lips like a whisper. His skin grew cold, his face pale as the realization hit him. "No." He grit his teeth so hard he was worried they would crack.

"NOOOO!"

His eyes burned with rage as he turned to the MIT Canons that had yet to start firing. What was taking them so fucking long? He stormed forward, charging through the crowd of nerds hurridly troubleshooting the canons. "GIVE ME SOME OF THOSE." He growled, snatching a crate of cannonballs from an intern. "LET ME SHOW YOU HOW YOU FUCKS FIRE A CANON."

He didn't have time to make sure his friends were protected. He didn't have time to worry about that stupid fucking orb. He didn't have time to worry about anyone running away. HIs bars didn't matter, the bugs didn't matter.

NOTHING FUCKING MATTERED BUT GUNNING THIS FUCKING MONSTER DOWN.

All he could thing about was Ilya's dead eyes, about how many others would follow after her if he held back. Azzy, Toko, @Corsair, his new found brother in arms @Zelrius, even @Lucy. How many other countless others were here and in danger. All of that love, all of that passion, all of that rage built up inside him as he shoved his first canonball in and let another shot out.

"LIGHT THE FLAME ZELRIUS."

He took everything he had bottled up, channeled it into one shot, and set lose a mighty.

BOOM

The first shot flew straight and true streaking a trail of flame behind it like a shooting star, nailing the Kurungar mother in the gut. His glowing cannon began to glow hotter.

BOOM

The next shot rung true on the skull of the creature, exploding in a surge of flame. The metal began to burn his hands it was so hot to the touch.

BOOM

Another one, this time dispersing the horde around the orb to open the ways for others to handle that threat. The bottom of the barrel of his canon began to drip molten metal onto the ground before him.

BOOM

With one last crack, the giant could feel his energy draining. He was spent on magic, there would be no more fire to his shots as it stuck the behemoth before him one last time. The stress and heat of the combat caused the canon to finally give way, the last third of the barrel reduced to molten slag dripping before him. Brutus would toss his canon to the side, stuffing his hands into his coat pocket and pulling out twin knuckle dusters.

"COME FUCKING GET SOME YOU CHITENOUS FUCKS." He pummeled his chest and charged forward into the horde. He didn't care if he got hurt, he would save as many people as he could.

Or die trying.

Rolls

Burst Attack

18d20 exploding (18 + 17 + 18 + 12 + 11 + 11 + 14 + 17 + 4 + 17 + 19 + 17 + 3 + 20 + 5 + 16 + 14 + 17 + 7) + 25 + 39 + 10 + 25 = 356

356 damage (Explosions: 1)

Gain the Vulnerable state

Ranged Weapons | Brutus Dahlgren | 550CP| Finisher

▪ Kurungaar HP: 4891/27000
▪ Orb HP: 277/1200
▪ Orb SP: 467/1200
▪ Cannon Troubleshooting: 413/400
▪ Cannons Used (2/5)
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[Crimson Ruby]

35 / 160

Red Fever (7)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified
Vulnerable, and Protected by @Harlow
-30 HP from Map Damage
-30 -15 HP from Supporting

Relief and happiness were short-lived.

Ruby's illusory copy rushed toward @Shane, the only one from her group in the ruins that stayed behind. The illusion stared at her intently, with Ruby's primal aura begging her to move and leave, trying to urge her to it.

But there was no positive response.

Only one response... And it wasn't from her. No. It was from something.

An attack erupted, and Ruby was quick enough to avoid most of it. Not only because she was one of the fastest around, but also because that sharp attack didn't aim to reap her, but rather to reap someone else...

And this someone else...

"S-Sol..." Ruby clenched her fist around the grip of her sword, only starting to move again because she struggled to escape from the swarm that continued to fiercely attack her.

She hurried to get to @Bluebird and @Ru Ning, breathing heavily and looking at both of them with tear in her eyes. "Birdie, Ning- Sol is..." Her ears dropped. After everything she did, her friend still died. After all the effort, after staying behind, after fighting for hours, after being rescued, after every sweat and blood spilled. All for nothing.

Her eyes went up to Bluebird, with her words soothing her for a moment, but not quite enough to put every single piece that was parted from her heart together. Not even she could do it, unfortunately, the feeling of impotence was too overwhelming. Closing her eyes and averting her face, when she opened her eyes again she was in the sight of the illusion that still remained next to Shane, who was now in a catatonic state beyond solution.

Flickering, the illusion stood, with a last primal aura slipping from it. She wasn't going to be alone, Ruby wasn't going to allow it, just like she didn't with Sol. Even if she couldn't be there physically anymore, she would be in any way she could. The illusion approached, touching the mutating form of the poor victim, holding onto her and burying her face in Shane.

When her true eyes opened again, she was welcomed by Bluebird's song, and looking at her blade, she was overwhelmed by feelings again. Regardless of fever, regardless of anything.

It was just too much.

Letting go of her blade, any will to fight in Ruby was gone. With her heart torn apart between a bitter mix of feelings, she did what she did the best. Express herself with dance, and this time not matching with Bluebird's uplifting tone.

The moves were slow and long, just like a lingering pain.

Her sway of tail followed her body and the dance that lacked a faster rhythm, being erratic also, just like a mind that couldn't focus any longer.

Flickering, illusions once again detached from her.

If she didn't have the will to fight anymore, she would give the will she had lost to others that could still fight.

❰ Danse Phantasma: Sorrowful Coreography ❱

@Lucy, the first illusion, is one of vague relief. After all, there were still some of her friends alive and fine. Nearing the faerin, it touched her shoulder with a gentle warmth, giving her the health necessary to continue thriving for her friends.

@Sean Poteitoku, the second illusion was a small hope and belief. One that knew that even if she couldn't go back in time to save her friend, it was still possible to make sure others would be saved. Wrapping her hands on top of the fellow fiery-haired, giving an extra push to his blade.

@Jin, the third illusion was all the regret and hatred. She knew it wasn't possible to return Sol's life now, but she knew it was possible to make every inch of its body scorch in pain and suffering that it had caused everyone so far. The illusion echoed its primal aura. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill.

Rolls

Power Heal (AoE)
1d100 (22) + 20 + 15 + 15 = 19 (Total divided by 3)
+24 HP to @Lucy @Sean Poteitoku @Jin
Gain the Vulnerable state
Harmonic Magic | Crimson Ruby | 550C9

▪ Kurungaar HP: 5620/27000
▪ Orb HP: 443/1200
▪ Orb SP: 567/1200
Cannon Troubleshooting: 413/400

Play Sheet Link 2

 

[Chrys]

▙ ✹ ▜ ▛ ❂ ▟ ▙ ✹ ▜

31 / 150

Red Fever (7)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified (last cycle)
-30 HP from Map Damage
-30 HP from | Finisher Retal
+10 HP from Second Wind
Protecting @Ayna Nietzsche

You weren’t just friends, were you? The way Ayna was mourning @Kamala Graham, Chrys realized something else was afoot, something much stronger than his initial assumption, something bubbling underneath. He had felt the same not too long ago. He had someone he would risk everything for as well. But that was from another life, another lifetime. We weren’t just friends.

Calmly heaving a sigh, Chrys fueled his Thousand Sparkling Gold, bolstering the floating gems in strength and number and bolstered by Kiryuu’s hype chain, as he directed them towards the Kurungaar Mother, ignoring the ominous orb that had shown itself. Anytime something new appeared on the side of the enemy, Chrys immediately knew it would not end well for the other side should it be left ignored. He wanted to deal with it as fast as possible, as best as he could, but he knew others better suited to the task would take care of it right away.

❰ Thousand Sparkling Gold: Armillary Sphere Screen ❱

After the gems crashed and crushed themselves against the antagonistic aberration, the monstrous mother, he directed them around Ayna again. They swirled around her, all over her body, making sure they would not get in her way while keeping her somewhat safe from harm. It was the only thing Chrys could do at this point. Anything else, any unnecessary words from his mouth, could distract her and further put her in danger.

Whatever happens, he would not desert his friend. He would continue supporting her, even if it meant his own death. I always tend to ask what’s in it for me, forgetting what’s out of it for me.

That was supposed to be the fitting end for his part this time but then he caught a glimpse of the cannons being fired and immediately yelled at the Beastfolk, ignoring what remained of his dramatic internal monologue bullshit.

"USE THE <dolphin sounds> CANNON, AYNA!"

She is the forge. I am but a hammer. She will be the one who makes things go.

Rolls

Protect
1d100 (19) + 10 + 10 + 35 = 74
74 damage
Give 1 ally in your zone the Protected status
Aura | Chrys | 550C9 | Finisher | Protecting Ayna
`Second Wind Activated (+10 HP) | Chrys | 550C9`

▪ Kurungaar HP: (4891-74) 4817/27000
▪ Applied Bonuses: Serenity Mist + Kiryuu's hype chain
▪ Orb HP: 277/1200
▪ Orb SP: 467/1200
Cannon Troubleshooting: 413/400
Cannons Used: 2/5
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[Lucy]

𓍊𓋼˙༺❀

​

child of nature...

65 / 160

Unaffiliated.
Red Fever (7)
-60, -15, + 24 HP.

Everyone was working hard, yet so many people had died. Lucy was thankfully covered by not only her friends but by the Lions as well. Making it easier for her to not look at the awful sight around her. She had never been suited for battle, this event would make her have nightmares for many nights to come. It was all just a game, yet it was absolute horrifying. It was fucking with her emotional state.

Her eyes filling with tears as she continued to realize just how hard everyone was working to get this boss down to the zero hp zone. So many, dead... and so many more, fatally wounded. Lucy couldn't just give up. She shook her head to rid herself of her tears. Lucy clenched her fists and let out heal after heal. Hopefully her good will would save a life.

Rolls

Power Heal (AoE)
1d100 (38) + 25 + 10 + 15 = 30 (Total divided by 3)
+30 HP to 3 targets
Gain the Vulnerable state
Nature Magic | Lucy | 550C9

Healing @Toko x2 (+60); @Zelrius x1 (+30)

Protected by: Ash Vargold. Vulnerable | Protected = Cancel Out;; Take normal damage.

▪ Kurungaar HP: (4891-74) 4817/27000
▪ Applied Bonuses: Serenity Mist + Kiryuu's hype chain
▪ Orb HP: 277/1200
▪ Orb SP: 467/1200
Cannon Troubleshooting: 413/400
Cannons Used: 2/5

Always Link Dat Playsheet in DM threads<3

"Talking"
Thoughts

 

[Lady N]

Red Fever Boss: Kurungaar Mother

76 / 160

Red Fever (7)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified (last cycle)
-30 HP from Finisher Retal
71 Buff (1/3)
Protected by @Laylabelle
+40 HP: Power Heal from @Harveste
Vulnerable

Yeesh, that sure was closer than one would like.

Dodging an endless supply of insects was one thing but the Nexon was almost caught in a pincher when the giant creature decided it was time to blast a literal giant death ray. A BUG shooting LASER beams! Chelsea couldn't ignore it, this was just silly. A death game killing everyone with bugs firing stupid lasers...,

Boo, first giant goblins that were like demi-gods, now this.

And here she was participating in this ridiculous mess.

"That was a close one, lucky me I guess! What th-?"

@Seigi Ling Ling appeared (yes equal in height to the hyper mode aerial tsundere) shot her a thumbs up and fell back down with such force it looked unreal. She didn't have anything though, just her bandaged fists. How could she be so strong but also dead? The game protected its creations then after all... maybe... sigh.

Chelsea trembled.

The constant bits of damage she wasn't able to avoid were adding up. A healing spell came from a very small girl (@Harveste) that was so far it amazed Chelsea she could even use it. Another person (@Laylabelle) also was using some long-distance form of protection as well. Hahaha, this is going well! It's not like she even needs all this help. Maybe it would be better not to be so down about it! There was still... Hyper Mode energy to burn after all!

Speaking of which, Hyper Mode was causing some pain now, it was time to finish this or this nasty, cartoon laser spewing stupid dung beetle of a bug will finish her.

"YAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!"

Chelsea charged blowing through whatever magic chain was connecting all the attackers with Kiryuu (@Asch). like a race car plowing through the finish line ribbon dragging it with her. It was a funny thing really, she barely even heard the words coming from @Regan as she blew past. She was certain it was some loud mocking comment fitting of what she knew of the birdfolk. Still, it was not her focus now. Other thoughts were less important, what was important...

Was this moment!
This full test of the N-Suit!

Her glowing form would meet up with the vanguard and crash into the creature as she rapidly attacked using every weapon she could think of in quick succession.

❰ Hyper Mode ❱

This was so stupid but... at least it was fun!

Rolls

Burst Attack
13d20 exploding (3 + 3 + 3 + 19 + 17 + 6 + 20 + 17 + 12 + 10 + 7 + 15 + 5 + 14) + 25 + 71 + 35 = 282
282 damage (Explosions: 1)
Gain the Vulnerable state
Dynamism | Lady N | 550C9 | Finisher

▪ Kurungaar HP: 4535/27000
▪ Orb HP: 277/1200
▪ Orb SP: 467 1200
Cannon Troubleshooting: 413/400
Cannons Used: 2/5
Boss Fight: Sheet Page

 

[Bradwynne]

73 / 180

Red Fever (7)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified (last cycle)
-30 HP from map damage
-15 HP from the swarm
-8 HP from the swarm (Twice applied)
Vulnerable | Protected (by @Ash Vargold)

As Bradwynne was still ruminating on the death of the beastwoman, he then felt as if the ground was collapsing under him, and his sight then faded to black. As he then woke up again, he saw from the top of the giant insect a massive valley that was cut by what seemed to be a ferocious beam, and saw the grievous remains of everyone that had been caught by that beam. Seeing the corpse of @Ilya among them, he then gritted his teeth with anger.

"How many more..."

He then saw the figures of three people that had fought with him in many a battle he faced. The old veteran of many battles (@Alonso Thorlion) trying to punch through the massive orb over him in furious anger, not minding the insects that was swarming and pecking around him. The erstwhile reliable ranger (@Gwyn ap Herne) trying to pierce through a lot of immediate threats, her body still reeling from the insects that infested her whole body, her wounds attracting many an insect around her. The diminutive supporting mage (@Harveste) trying to heal everyone around her, but as the insects had sensed her presence, they immediately assaulted her with everything they had, inflicting grievous wounds so much so that she was teetering at the edge of death. That particular sight greatly infuriated him, as he released a lot of magic energy from his body as he raised his ootachi, as his "companion" then enlarged to twice its size, but had became an ethereal being as it also raised its ponderous sword, a ray of light emanating from it.

"HOW MANY MORE LIVES WILL YOU TAKE TO SATISFY YOURSELF, YOU MURDEROUS DEMON!"

He did not even mind it as the insects then arranged themselves into a wedge and assaulted his body, inflicting a lot of wounds on it. But the immense power of divine energy radiating from him incinerated those that attempted to get near, as three separate beams of light then emanated from the ray that the giant angelic apparition had generated from its sword, healing the three that he had sighted earlier. As he then glanced towards the head of the creature, he then saw a great hero of old that had arisen from his retirement (@Zelrius) attempting to give battle to the insect that he had stood on. Seeing a gash that was generated on the face of the insect, he then focused himself on it.

"THE TIME FOR YOUR JUDGMENT HAS COME, YOU TREACHEROUS MURDEROUS DEMONIC INSECT, AND AS I SWEAR BY GOD, YOU WILL NEVER ESCAPE FROM IT. DIE!"

The massive sword was then swung down, creating a massive beam that then fell squarely on the gash that the hero had created, inflicting more damage on it.

Rolls

Power Heal (AoE) (tagging @Harveste for Coordination)
1d100 (37) + 25 + 20 + 15 + 20 + 15 = 44 (Total divided by 3)
+44 HP to 3 targets (to @Alonso Thorlion @Harveste @Gwyn ap Herne)
Gain the Vulnerable state
Divine Magic | Bradwynne | 550C9 | Support

Twice Activated (extra action granted) | Bradwynne | 550C9

Normal Attack (tagging @Zelrius for Coordination)
1d100 (27) + 25 + 20 + 20 + 15 = 107
107 damage
Divine Magic | Bradwynne | 550C9 | Support

▪ Kurungaar HP: 4428/27000
▪ Applied Bonuses: Serenity Mist, Lions Cover
▪ Orb HP: 277/1200
▪ Orb SP: 467/1200
Cannon Troubleshooting: 413/400
Cannons Used: 2/5
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[Sol]

☀˚̣⋅ .
.

-25 / 185

Spoiler: Mood

Status: DEAD

Sol had never felt so strong. As @Schilva Flasch rolled up at their sides, she let out a soft chuckle at his arrival, an amused grin pulling at her lips, "We meet again, Mr. Master Swordsman-to-be, glad to see you safe and sound," But before she could say much more, the matron began it's rampage, letting out a loud screeching call. Turning her attention back towards the bug beast, she gripped the large black sword in-between her hands in front of her, the smile never leaving her face, "Reunions can wait until later... Let's do this thing." Flashing a quick look of confidence in @Frey Elzeiros direction, she finally turned her full attention onto the oncoming beasts attack. She felt unstoppable standing there with them, as if nothing could bring them down.

And then the death ray hit.

It was strong, so strong that it almost knocked Sol straight off her feet, but still she stood, holding her giant blade in front of her as she attempted to keep hold. Even when her feet skidded on the ground behind her and she gasped for breath to fill her lungs, she still stood, determined to take the attack for her friends. For @Crimson Ruby, for @Alastair Brass, for @Bluebird, for @Harlow, for @Avery Aphelion, for @Zelrius, and for everyone else whom she had met along the way. The people that accepted her regardless of who she was, how she looked, or how she presented herself. She stood so strong that when the beam finally stopped, she was still standing. Silent and slightly crisped, her breathing was slow as she maintained the same position as before, not moving a muscle. All seemed well with her, as if she had handled the attack with grace-

All except the empty health bar hanging over her head.

Then came a cough, loud as blood poured out her mouth and down her chin, blade falling to the ground in front of her as her legs began to shake, giving out only a couple moments after as she fell to her knees. Glancing to one side she looked at the swordsman once more, this time her purple eyes widening as she felt her energy leaving her body... Was this what dying felt like?

Turning her head slowly once more, they flicked through the chaotic crowd quickly until they landed on the blue figure she had been searching for. It was in that moment her face softened, forcing a small smile to her lips even though her gaze danced with fear at her quickly approaching demise, words slipping from her mouth as if attempted comfort for not only him, but herself, "I-It's... Alright, F-Frey. I'll r-revive... After a-all, this i-is just... A v-video game."

Or was it? Because in this moment, it felt more real than anything she had felt before.

As her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her body fell to the ground, motionless, everything went black. She was gone, it was no more. No more bugs, no more blood, no more chaos. But that did nothing more than leaving her feeling empty, devoid of any positivity she had before. All the hope they had given her, ripped away in a moment. How could she have failed them so? What kind of friend was she? No matter what she did, she kept messing up, both in Terrasphere and in real life. A reflection looking back at her, Sol unto Estelle. How could she even face them after they had returned?... How could she face them if anything bad had happened to them?

She couldn't. And thus, Sol felt the urge to run away once more. But even that she couldn't do, for she had no legs to carry her.

The red notification that popped up in front of her was but an afterthought to her own mind, ticking down the numbers as she continued to dig herself deeper and deeper into a hole of her own sadness, stuck in a loop that she was holding herself hostage to.

Warning

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

Rolls

Roll Result
11d20 (12 + 14 + 10 + 5 + 11 + 20 + 5 + 20 + 11 + 16 + 9) = 133
Tank Buster Damage | Sol | 550C9

▪ Kurungaar HP: 4428/27000
▪ Orb HP: 277/1200
▪ Orb SP: 467/1200
Cannon Troubleshooting: 413/400
Cannons Used: 2/5
Play Sheet Link

 

[Nyx]

0 / 130

Red Fever (6)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified
-60 HP from the battlefield ( 55 > -5 )

She was in Texas when Hurricane Katrina hit.

She was ten, barely old enough to understand all the implications and politics that went on with such a catastrophic disaster. Trissayne remembers her mother sobbing, her uncle making plans for them to stay with him for the following year, at minimum, and a beeping phone—a call that won't connect perhaps? Someone trying to get through to check on someone else, but there's only that...beeping.

And then the buzzing static of a dead line.

If she could imagine what it must've been like to experience the hurricane reaching landfall, it would come from this moment: the mud rising up like a tsunami and crashing down on the rest of the forces fighting the Matron. At that moment, it felt impossible to win. This was an expedition wrought in failure and no amount of blood, sweat, or tears would save their forces nor halt that creature.

The buzzing catches her attention next. She struggles to drag herself out of the mud, her breath coming in ragged, hard pants as she forcefully exhales from her nose to clear it. But it's everywhere; in her eyes, in her hair, covering her robes and burrowing beneath her fingernails. She feels it seeping into her bloodstream and weighing her down, every movement a sluggish fight against the weight of her own body. Her eyelashes flutter even as a grimy hand reaches up to rub it clear. It burns. Everything fucking burns.

"Hayate?"

Her voice is a gargle of words, barely understandable considering the detritus attempting to swim down her throat. She coughs, retching onto the ground, pushing the sludge back up until dry heaves burn her chest and make her molars grind together. The world is blurry and loud, so loud that the buzzing turns to ringing turns to screaming—turns back to buzzing. She can't even hear herself think. Another hand lifts, pushing against an ear, hoping to silence the infernal racket when a voice cuts through her awareness.

Zelrius?

Her head spins, trying to find him, to find Hayate. They would know what to do, right? Surely, this thing was still winnable? They would help her!

On hands and knees, she stumbles forward while those massive bloat flies buzz and circle and sting, making her cry out at every puncture. She can barely make out Hayate's outline up ahead, Zelrius next to him, lifting him up. Trissayne's stomach drops and she blinks.

They're gone.

"W-Wait! Hayate! Zelrius!"

Her voice doesn't reach them. It's impossible over the sounds of battle, the explosion of cannon fire, the screaming, the yelling, the buzzing. The adrenaline from battle is a heady cocktail that offers no quarter for sentimentality. They answer, like moths drawn to a flame, to glory—

And Trissayne screams as the swarm descends in a rabid buzzing feast.

Warning

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

- -
▪ Kurungaar HP: 4428 / 27000
▪ Orb HP: 277 / 1200
▪ Orb SP: 467 / 1200

Cannon Troubleshooting: 413 / 400
Cannons Used: 2 / 5

Play Sheet Link

 

[Alastair Brass]

60 / 115

Red Fever (7) Nullified
-30 from Map Damage

It had not mattered. For naught, but to make the death longer. There was a listlessness that crawled up over his shoulders. All the lukewarm energies of his swarm felt... cold. It was a game. She would be fine, for now, but it was different. The other dead, grisly and realistic as the corpses were, had been just that. Dead when he laid eyes upon them, or still clinging like the brutally brave and earnest Shayna (@Shane).

Ah, but @Sol made him watch the light leave her eyes.

He felt the sad smile on his face attempting to be emboldening to her, to give her some measure of farewell and company as she looked over her allies and friends - her blood a waterfall. It was a sick weight to know that she could feel it too. Where Alastair existed in a numb void with only the lightest of sensations, Sol was hurting. Not in pain, not suffering, not experiencing torture. All too nebulous, with too great a depth. She was just a girl and she was hurting before she was cold and collapsing.

Lukas, mind wrapped in the wires and woes of a fantasy, tried so very hard to set aside the memory of a too-small hand caked in the dust of a city powdered by violence. Carefully picked up and set down water choked neighborhoods in countries the names of didn't bear teaching. Closed his eyes and turned around to walk through the heavy mud. Though it pulled, its weight was little compared to the knowledge that eventually these games would catch up to them. That families or friends would find them, whoever they were on the other side. That there would be sobs and questions and anger and loss and funerals. That they would pick up messy bodies - because death was not clean, people so easily forgot that a human was a wretched thing full of sick once the soul had left - and curse some stupid fucking video game.

Because the wind felt real? Because hands were warm here? Because you could dream this was real?

He hated his job. He hated that it was something necessary and something so quickly swept to the wayside by the inconvenienced. It made it all the most necessary.

Alastair retreated and stopped pulling on the souls of the dead to heal the living, who would only become the dead. He indicated that, yes, he would take up one of the strange cannons. That yes, he understood magic, no not magitech, but it was better for the MIT members than nothing. He did as instructed mechanically. He had always been keen at following instructions to a T. @Brutus Dahlgren certainly seemed like a fair mentor - unawares or no - and firing in the wake of @Ru Ning at least appeared effective.

And when he was done, he sat back.

He leaned against the intact, but emptied weapon radiating heat, and watched from the distance.

Seven dead already (Sol, @Yugam, @Kamala Graham, @Thousand Swords, @Nai, @Ilya, @Trissayne Lavelle) and soon. Soon, "Shane" would join them. Alastair shifted his attention to the radiating light and left it there. Let his Magic Receptacle Sight blind his vision with the magic entombed in her. He wouldn't have to watch the slaughter if he was staring into the sun.

Rolls

Burst Attack
18d20 exploding (19 + 9 + 20 + 17 + 7 + 9 + 13 + 1 + 3 + 1 + 20 + 8 + 9 + 6 + 13 + 6 + 13 + 5 + 8 + 13) 20 = 230
230 damage (Explosions: 2)
Serenity Cannon | Alastair Brass | 550C9 | Coordinate Bonus

Roll Result
1d4 (2) = 2
Cannon Explosion | Alastair Brass | 550C9

▪ Kurungaar HP: 4208 / 27000
▪ Orb HP: 277 / 1200
▪ Orb SP: 467 / 1200
Cannon Troubleshooting: 413 / 400
Cannons Used: 3 / 5
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[Jango]

40 / 100

Vulnerable
Red Fever (7)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified (last cycle)
-30 HP from orb retal
-30 HP from orb retal

It took longer than he had hoped, but finally Jonah had time to log back into Terrasphere. He had spent so long fine-tuning both his character's appearance and build that he ate up the time he had to actually play the game. After returning home after a week of attending a pretty important major tournament (which he had lost) he was finally able to log in and play.

Upon joining Jango was met with a disorienting amount of sound and motion. Around him were the screams of both some demonic bug-looking things and the roaring sound of combat. It was almost too much to take in at first.

It took some time but soon Jango snapped back to his sense. Surveying the battlefield he quickly secured his target. The giant bug seemed too easy. Sure it was flailing around with those razor-sharp limbs, but it was still just sitting there on the ground. If this is going to be Jango's first combat he better make it something to remember right? He focused on the black orb that hovered above the monster, readied himself, and bolted forward at an inhuman speed.

With a loud CRACK Jango propelled himself into the air towards the orb. Leaving a small crater on the ground where he had jumped. He collided into the orb with a flying knee attack. The speed at which he collided with the orb had ignited the air around his knee as it connected into the orb. This was a move Jango had done countless times, granted that was in a normal video game but the same principle applied here too right?

Jango fell onto the ground on the other side more ungracefully than he would have hoped. The games he played made it seem so easy.
"Well that could have gone better... I probably should have thought that through."
Jango stood up to one knee as he tried to recover from the fall. It was then that he noticed the wave of bugs rushing towards him.
"Ah shit"
Jango felt the overwhelming sensation of pain rush through his body as the countless number of bugs crashed over him. It was the most pain Jonah had ever felt in his life. These creatures bit and tore into his flesh as he stood and tried to shake them all off. This was it, this was the game he had spent so much time searching for. The game that puts you in real danger while playing. The game you could actually die in.

This was the best game Jonah had ever played.

Rolls

Reckless Attack
2d100 (28 + 8) + 0 + 0 + 15 + 20 = 71
71 damage
Gain the Vulnerable state
Martial Arts | Jango | 550C9

Twice Activated (extra action granted) | Jango | 550C9

Counter
1d100 (76) + 0 + 0 + 15 + 20 = 111
111 damage
Counter failed. No additional damage dealt and no damage reduction
Guard Arts | Jango | 550C9

▪ Kurungaar HP: 4198/27000
▪ Orb HP: 62/1200
▪ Orb SP: 467 1200
Cannon Troubleshooting: 413/400
Cannons Used: 3/5
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[Tyr]

70 / 100

Red Fever (7)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified (last cycle)
-30 HP from Map Damage

With his face in the gravel and grime of the battlefield, it was difficult to ascertain what had truly progressed in that moment his rifle glanced off the shell of the beast's legs. In the sliver of a moment, his body was subject to a torrent of experiences—the jagged turbulence of pain followed by the warmth and comfort of his body being remedied by magic. When he turned to face the sky, his eyes illuminating like tiny suns in the abyss of space, he noticed the faint remains of a barrier that was holding back a large leg that only a piece manage to pierce through into his metal abdomen. When it pulled away, the tangled mess of alloy and wires reformed by unknown forces—forces he wished to thank.

"I appreciate the—"

However, the battlefield was messy. The crater was disheveled, dirt and dust kicked high in the air, blood and bodies strewn about, insects amassed like fog, and he couldn't settle on a single person that could have helped him. Besides maybe the rabbit-eared individual (@Ru Ning ) that darted off higher up the crater; intriguing enough for him to follow suit (no ranged fighter dare fire off from where he currently was anyways).

By the time Tyr had reached apex of the crater, a cannon shot soared over head, and explosion staggering him back a few steps immediately after. It was the same cannons he bore witness to during his time with the MIT. The trauma of the overwhelming science lesson he endured earlier scratched at the back of his head, but was held back by the absolute gleam in his eye for damage.

Tyr was by no means an academic, but he was a technophile. A technophile with quite an eye and trigger finger on him at that. Fortunately he'd been around these creations for hours today, and they were among the only things that successfully kept him sane.

"Alright, move it, I got this—"

Tyr proudly declared before stepping past the elder (@Alastair Brass ) and the smokey (@Ru Ning ) to stand between two cannons. He turned towards the enemy with confidence.

"I'm trying to secure some sort of MVP—target is experiencing increased levels of adrenaline. Mobility has been rendered useless, and the target has opted to expose several sensitive locations while preparing a counter strike. Data on the orb is minimal, cannons would be most efficient in striking near the cranial region."

Tyr's arms immediately went ablaze with yellow, iridescent energy. They burst into several parts before reconstructing into rigid cables, that cradled and embedded themselves into the two turrets between him. Under conscious control, they moved in cohesion to aim at a single targeted spot on the creature's head. While he wished to yell a catch-phrase, his words were just caught—his quirk still preventing him from speaking normally.

Each cannon revved up, a gyration in the metal frame, a whirring bringing his surroundings more to life. And when the tension seemed at its highest, the rocked back as the weapons unleashed in almost a sonic boom, fling two shots almost on top of each other, rocking the beast with an effective strike.

Tyr's arm-cables seemed to fall apart, and he let a held breath go as they remagnetized and reformed as his own two standard arms. He sighed in a muted frustration and muttered:

"I hate that feeling...

Rolls

`Twice Activated (extra action granted) | Tyr | 550C9`

Burst Attack
18d20 exploding (13 + 11 + 5 + 10 + 14 + 13 + 11 + 10 + 12 + 17 + 17 + 1 + 18 + 20 + 4 + 5 + 20 + 8 + 14 + 20 + 14) = 257
257 damage (Explosions: 3)
Serenity Cannon | Tyr | 550C9

Roll Result
1d4 (4) = 4

Cannon Explosion | Tyr | 550C9

Burst Attack
18d20 exploding (8 + 20 + 19 + 16 + 3 + 6 + 20 + 3 + 20 + 9 + 12 + 19 + 6 + 9 + 7 + 15 + 16 + 12 + 1 + 15 + 6) = 242
242 damage (Explosions: 3)
Serenity Cannon | Tyr | 550C9

Roll Result
1d4 (3) = 3

Cannon Explosion | Tyr | 550C9

▪ Kurungaar HP: 3699/27000
▪ Orb HP: 62/1200
▪ Orb SP: 467/1200
▪ Cannons Used (5/5)
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[Jin]

40 / 140

Red Fever (7)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified (last cycle)
-30 HP from Map Damage
+27 HP from Harukami
+31 HP from Pollux
+24 HP from Crimson Ruby
+39 Buff from Sumire
-45 HP from Retal
-50 HP from Exceed
Protect and Vulnerable cancel each other out

The collective will of the raid lifted up, screaming in anguish for their fallen friends. They reeled from the losses, and giving themselves over to rage, they cried out for justice. The healing that knit his wounds back together gave him more fuel, more to feed the greedy, hungering pit.

He stabbed the weapon into the air above the Matron, tearing into the fabric of reality itself.

"Now fall."

All at once, his hang time dissipated. He began to drop from above, falling as though gravity had all at once taken hold of him. This time as he fell though, the sky seemed to tear open. Ephemeral darkness seeped into the crack that the Bloodsworn opened, forcing it wider as he plummeted toward the world below.

Inky black dipped into the chitin of the creature, putting pressure on it, cracking the hide, eliciting a sickening, thunderous squelching sound. In the next second, it gave. The weapon sunk deep into the insect like superheated metal into animal fat. As it did, the massive spatial tear forced the two segmented halves apart, both pushing and pulling, drawing in the excess hungrily. Gore splashed out and coated the world. It fed Abbadon.

With the will of their group manifested, he became its Executor.

Kill. Kill. KILL. KILL.

@Crimson Ruby @Sumire @Harukami @Pollux @Lucy

Jin twisted his body and his feet touched down on the Maton's side. He began to run, intensifying the momentum of his cut. It continued to eat through the creature as it went. As he reached the underbelly of the beast, he kicked off, spun in the air, and landed in a crouched position.

"Thy will be done," he whispered.

Slowly, the twisting nether returned to its sheath. Jin closed his eyes and exhaled. The gaping hole in existence he left behind began to scream. As it tore open further, unspeakable horrors manifested within its depths. Myriad appendages flopped out, dripping blood and writhing, clawing at the outside air for freedom. Skeletal faces stared at those beyond the pit, their hostility festering. Those jailed in the eternal prison were envious of these ones who were not consigned to their fate. They grabbed out angrily, latching on to the Matron, pulling at her, tearing at her, seeking to drag her into the depths with them.

Its true nature exposed, Jin glanced to @Toko.

"The Living and the Damned have reached an accord," he called out.

They took chunks out of her meat, gorging themselves on what they could in the fleeting moments before the world rejected the gateway Jin had opened. It closed with a thunderous report, leaving a massive gash of leaking ichor, torn and tattered entrails, and the fleeting corruption of the void.

"Do your worst."

Rolls

Twice Activated (extra action granted) | Jin | 550C

Steady Attack
6d20 exploding (4 + 12 + 18 + 5 + 18 + 17) + 10 + 10 + 10 + 35 + 30 = 169
169 damage (Explosions: 0)
Lose 25 HP from Exceed

Critical Attack
2d100 (Advantage) (79, 79) + 15 + 10 + 10 + 35 + 39 + 30 = 218
218 damage
Gain the Vulnerable state
Lose 25 HP from Exceed

Total: 387 damage

▪ Kurungaar HP: 3312/27000
▪ Orb HP: 62/1200
▪ Orb SP: 467/1200
Cannon Troubleshooting: 413/400
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[Harlow]

104 / 195

Red Fever (7)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified (last cycle)
-30 HP from Map Damage
-30 HP from Finisher
-30 HP from Finisher
+36 HP from @Avery Aphelion

Harlow caught his eyes flicking back to them again.

Some slipped in the wave of grime and bloodied mud as the massive body fell. Many stumbled when the great beam swept through, lighting the night. Harlow felt his balance waver. He looked amidst the sludge for those who had fallen. He watched as they stood again. But not all of them.

The clangor of MIT cannons bombarded the Mother. Harlow couldn't tell whether the crack of @Brutus Dahlgren's cannon or volume of his voice was more earsplitting. @Zelrius was similarly, unsurprisingly loud, in sound and action. It intermingled with the squelching, screeching Mother, threatening any hope for focus. Thought was interrupted. The racket felt almost visible. The dirt rumbled. The earth quaked…

So why didn't they wake?

---

His stomach turned at the thought.

To roll in on wagonback, polluted with poisonous heroism and avenger swagger. Red Fever wasn't their only ailment. Were the stars expected to align? It was wishing for a miracle to think they'd all make it out. That any might make it out. Still, he'd gone first with Kiryuu and @Avery Aphelion. Why? Emerson turned his eyes away from the Kurungaar Mother, looking to the edge of the crater. It wasn't far to choose life.

To leave the jungle horrors where they lie. To let those who fell beneath the guillotine sleep, unavenged, unawoken. To let apes be apes. To wait out the fever. He'd always stood apart by choice. What changed? Why, now, did he stand here with them, fighting? If this was fruitless, would he willingly walking beside them into the grave? For once, a boy who knew all the answers hesitated. His pencil tip bounced between choices. They all looked… Wrong.

He shook his head. The pencil fell. He crumpled the test and pushed out of his desk. The door slammed shut behind him. At that moment, he decided that if the choices were all wrong, the question itself had to be. He was answering wrong questions. The question wasn't why he stood with them. It was where.

It wasn't why they wouldn't wake. Of course not. The question was how long until they did. Then, the answer was plain. Evidently longer! Dead? He scoffed. No. They just needed more time to get on their feet again. That's all. At least while they were laying down, they'd be out of the way for future attacks. Clever @Sol! They just needed more time. He could do that. More time. That's all.

He turned back toward the demon. Focus.

---

He carried no longer the strength, but the promise of @Trissayne Lavelle's bird. Harlow saw another incoming blast from a Serenity Cannon, this one aimed by @Alastair Brass. As the blast struck into the side, it recoiled, giving Harlow the opportunity to dart from flank to front. Reaching for his chest, Harlow activated a setting he'd neglected since his training with @Lucia Mierz's Sylvanas. As indentations opened along his calves, he utilized his magitech integration, each expelling a gust which propelled Harlow into the creature. Aiming his sword, the blade ran deep.

It wouldn't come out so easily, as he tugged back on the handle. Hopelessly imbedded, he abandoned it. He'd have to improvise to take some heat off those around him. By chance, that included a solemn dancer. He didn't understand their movements, but he understood their pain, even if he buried his own. He and this @Crimson Ruby had a mutual friend.

On his other side, there was @Frey Elzeiros. He had yet to interact with them, but they were one who had received heavy damage. It seemed they were still in stable condition. Harlow stayed close, in case they did something regular reckless, or something extra reckless, like taunting again. Whoever they were, a friend of a friend, they were worth protecting.

And, of course, there were those still laying down. Harlow was determined to protect them too.

"This is Harlow. Providing cover. Over."

Rolls

Protect
1d100 (78) + 15 + 10 + 15 + 35 = 153
153 damage
Giving @Crimson Ruby Protected status
Hyper Sense | Harlow | 550C9 | Finisher

Twice Activated (extra action granted) | Harlow | 550C9

Protect
1d100 (5) + 15 + 10 + 15 + 35 = 80
80 damage
Giving @Frey Elzeiros Protected status
Hyper Sense | Harlow | 550C9 | Finisher

▪ Kurungaar HP: 3079/27000
▪ Orb HP: 62/1200
▪ Orb SP: 467/1200
Cannon Troubleshooting: 413/400
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[Wolfe]

32 / 100

Red Fever (6)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified
-35 HP from Legs
-30 HP from Cycle 8.5 Map Damage
-15 HP Retaliation Orb Team
+12 HP Recover

With the Kurungaar's Mother's newest move, the entire map felt the aftershock of the creature's devastation. In a wild frenzy, the demon-ruined insect matron manifested a ball of energy that seemed to catch the eye of the fellow mates at arms. The entire party launched a full assault at the being and Wolfe's looked on as he winced at the consequences of his decision. Spitting an ilk of blood on the ground, the combatant wiped his mouth in anger as he held his position.

'I guess it's all or nothing at this point…' The thoughts surmised the danger that loomed above them all. Though he didn't have any in-depth knowledge of the majority of participants, he shared the same lust for success and conqueror that many prided themselves on through the experience.

Deadset on the hovering orb of doom, he channeled the aeromancy within to create a flux of lightning and air. As the magical powers fused amongst the exterior shell of his blade, Wolfe lunged his blade forward and as a channeling device, the magical fusion burst forth as twin serpent strikes of lightning screeching to impact the orb above. Given that he was rooted in place, the ranged assault provided the best support that the man could provide. And though the swarm picked at him and darted through his flesh in anger, he knew better than to cease his support. Immediately, he batted the nest of enemies away and consumed the contents of a vial in his cloak. A short vial of green that partially refreshed him.

Rolls

Twice used

Heavy Attack
1d100 (78) + 0 + 0 + 20 + 10 (Mist) + 10 (Action Empowered by Magic Mastery) = 118 damage
You cannot move this cycle

Aeromancy | Wolfe | 550C9 | Orb

Recover
1d20 (12) = 12
Recover 12 HP

Wolfe | 550C9

▪ Kurungaar HP: 3312/27000
▪ Orb HP: -56/1200
▪ Orb SP: 467/1200
Cannon Troubleshooting: 413/400
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[Celestine]

21 / 175

Red Fever (7)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified
-15 from MIT team damage
-60 from retaliation
Vulnerable

Celestine continued watching the nerds to their nerds things, occasionally swatting a bug away with a puff of fire. She was starting to get the crazy idea that she was… kinda useless here! But she also kinda didn’t want to get involved with that giant bug either…

Instead, she was just content to watch from a distance. It was honestly disgusting, but all the players were really cool! Flashing colors of magic, the slinging of cold steel, and guns. Guns were a thing now, evidently! Neat. But also, no thanks.


@Alphabet Chocolate

Celestine turned to another who seemed to be taking a backseat to the whole "risking her life" thing. Smart! Waving her hands through the air, she created a couple illusory cup of tea and handed the spare over.

"Help me do a keep calm," she requested, raising her voice like a a fancy English lady.

The giant bug thrashed to toss a half-dozen warriors skyward
Sip. "I dare say, they are doing themselves quite a fuss over there."

A swarm of bugs dove in to devour several fighters.
Sip. "Absolutely savage, I must do the say."

A giant, sparkly laser evaporated several people.
Sip. "They are doing themselves quite the kerfuffle!"

Now she could cross "Become British in a stressful situation" off her bucket list. Illusory tea was also surprisingly delicious for not being real. Well… even more not real than everything else around her. However, in her thoroughly britishized state, she failed to notice one of the fever flies dive in for her hat. In an instant, her precious space hat was snatched with a smack to the head and carried off into the midst of the action.

Well, so much for Britland. Time for some Sparta.

Motioning her arms in a circle, Celestine twisted the world around from her perspective anyway, and suddenly found herself "skydiving" across the battlefield straight into the thick of the action.

"Do me a giving back of my hat, you dumb bug!!"

Before she even had time to process what’d happened, Celestine was surrounded by spectral chains, guiding her like a conductor to help dodge, weave, and hit just the right spots. She danced through the chaos, blasting bright holy flames at everything that stood in the way of reclaiming her precious hat, which in this case, was the big bad itself!

"Do a burn in hell!!"

Rolls

Reckless Attack
2d100 (47 + 86) + 15 + 20 + 35 + 80 = 283
283 damage
Gain the Vulnerable state
Pyromancy | Celestine | 550C9 | Finisher

Surge Activated (+80 to a roll) | Celestine | 550C9

▪ Kurungaar HP: 2704/27000
▪ Orb HP: -56/1200
▪ Orb SP: 467/1200
Cannon Troubleshooting: 413/400
Play Sheet

 

[Ayna Nietzsche]

ೄྀ࿐ˑ༄ؘ ·ˊˎ-

62 / 140

Red Fever (7)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified (last cycle)
-30 HP from Map Damage (Vulnerable but Protected last cycle)
-30 HP from | Finisher Retal (Vulnerable but Protected this cycle)
Protected by @Chrys

Ayna was too busy stabbing the legs of the Kurungaar Mother to avoid the attack. Fortunately for her, it seemed that @Chrys had his use. She turned to him as soon as she realized he and his floating gems kept her butt from following @Kamala Graham all too soon but would not thank him yet. She was still too angry, and too proud, to change course. This changes nothing!

Hearing him scream something about the cannons, Ayna quickly searched for them in the distance. She caught a glimpse of @Ru Ning firing one, but before she could take a step toward them, the rest were quicker to find their shooters. Such is the battlefield, she guessed. Gotta be fast to do cool shit. That and there was no time to hesitate. People were dying. They all needed to do their part to contribute. This is for Kamala.

"Cannons are all occupied, <dolphin sounds> face! But don't you worry, Chrys! I've got something else in mind for this mother <dolphin sounds>."

Wait for me, Kamala. Ayna closed her eyes as she felt the lightning course through her veins, charging Calamity's Light as well. When she opened them again, she had a defiant smile on her face. She roared and screamed and yelled as she launched herself toward the monstrous behemoth, perhaps for the last time, stabbing the blade of her polearm right in what she assumed was a weak point.

❰ Supreme Body: Aspiration ❱

"Eat <dolphin sounds>,<dolphin sounds>!"

Rolls

Critical Attack
2d100 (Advantage) (1, 19) + 10 + 10 + 15 + 35 = 89 (Critical Failure!)
89 damage
Gain the Vulnerable state
Dynamism | Ayna Nietzsche | 550C9 | Finisher

▪ Kurungaar HP: 2615/27000
▪ Orb HP: -56/1200
▪ Orb SP: 467/1200
Cannon Troubleshooting: 413/400
Play Sheet Link

 

[Alphabet Chocolate]

D E A T H T O B R E A D B U G S ∋━━o(｀∀´oメ）～→

70 / 230

Adventurer's Guild Member (Gold)
Red Fever (7)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified
-55 HP from missed post
-30 HP because Alpha was technically in C8, imagine there was a post and she was just hiding?
-60 HP from retaliation

"Oh shoot!" Alpha held her arm up over her eyes, squinting as the bodies hit the floor. It was hard to find a good vantage point from her little hidey hole, but Alpha was here for magic genies and a possible Aladdin crossover that could garner her millions in Agrabah dollars and a few wishes.

Glory? Hah! The years had taught Alpha many things and, as a proud rogue, Alpha learned that, to make some bread, you gotta steal some warm water, butter, salt, some guy's life savings, sugar, flour, yeast to make the dough rise, some baby legs, olive oil, and cake. Making a tactical falling back as people dropped like flies around her? Less witnesses to see her momentous rise to power as she retcons Rudolf into being recast as Danny Devito.

And, by the gods, her plan was about to succeed when she heard the clatter of a cup and a posh accent. A familiar face. "Wait a darn minute, don't I know you from somewhere?" Alpha gaped as she took the cup in hand. She eyed the liquid with suspicion, turning her wrist to watch the tea splish and splosh at the sides. Alpha's eyes narrowed, face deep in thought, before she turned to look up and found nothing. "Wait where---" Whatsherface disappeared from sight though the ruckus made it clear where she was. She weaved through rows of bugs with a level of skill that brought tears to Alpha's eyes.

"Wowzers," Alpha reached up to rub as her vision became blurry. The passion in the girl's words as she blasted her way through! The camera, the lights, the smell of burning bug flesh! It made Alpha feel the slightest bit alive. Funny enough, Alpha was probably the most alive person around, having avoided most of the action. Honestly, she hadn't had a real life threatening battle for who knows how long now.

And, just like that, a rush of oil seemed to seep through her pores and run down her blood, igniting something deep within her. Like bread. You know, because bread rises? Like how Alpha is rising to the occasion? No? Okay. Well, Alphabread Chocolate could feel the yeast bubbling in her blood vessels as she raised her dagger up. "C'mere you little buggers," she turned and yelled at @Celestine, hoping that she could hear her over the chaos. "Get it? Buggers? Cause they're bugs and you're apparently British?! We need to do an actual tea party after this, uh, kerfuffle!"

With a savage grin, Alphabread tossed herself into the fray, jumping into the swarm as they gnawed at her unguarded flesh. Their bites reminded her of nasty little bedbugs. Breadbugs. "If you want to kill me, you have to eat me alive, suckers! Literally! That's how you kill a person!"

She stabbed one. And another. And another. And then she grabbed one and stabbed it roughly 36 times. There was a gleam in her eyes as she stared straight at the bug lady, dagger raised in the air. She charged. "ALPHABREAD SNEAK ATTACK!" she shouted, as she reached out to stab the bug lady with her sharp pointy object.

Then, at the last minute, she faltered somewhat. "Wait, wasn't I just hiding a moment ago? Why did I decide to do this again?" She looked at her dagger, then at the British tea girl, then the bug lady, then she looked at her dagger, then at the British girl, then the lady bug, then she looked at her---"Oh whatever! SNEAK ATTACK!" she raised her arm up to stab the giant bug lady again.

Rolls

Sneak Attack
1d100 (4) + 25 + 20 + 25 + 35 = 109
109 damage
Pierce Weapons | Alphabet Chocolate | 550C9 | Finisher

Sneak Attack
1d100 (30) + 25 + 20 + 25 + 35 + 30 = 165
165 damage
Pierce Weapons | Alphabet Chocolate | 550C9 | Finisher

▪ Kurungaar HP: 2341/27000
▪ Orb HP: -56/1200
▪ Orb SP: 467/1200
Cannon Troubleshooting: 413/400
Play Sheet Link

 

[Ash Vargold]

72 / 190

Red Fever (7) Immunized
Vulnerable
Protected by @Laylabelle
Protect Aura (Advantage on save rolls)
-30 HP from Map Damage
-15 + 15 (Vulnerable) from the swarm

He's still alive.

(But how many aren't?)​

The smell of death is overwhelming. Some of those souls are already being wrest free of their bodies. Others cling, unwilling to give up. Some have already found their way to him, taking and pressing, confused and angry.

The situation is all too familiar. It's as if four years never passed - like he's still in that dark and acrid chamber, full of hope and excitement, thinking that Terrasphere was a game like no other. That time he decided to sacrifice himself to make a stand, to pretend to be a hero among the mob. Do not fear death, for it walks with us as a a friend. Those words, plucked from memory by Hanno's quote, come to him now. Now, he has the benefit of hindsight on his side.

Aisling definitely fears death. She's be stupid to fear otherwise.

...so why is Ash still here?

It's almost natural to fall into the Lion's ranks, nodding to orders and passing them on. Protect the healers, he's told, an easy enough command to follow. He doesn't know @Lucy, who he hasn't even glimpsed yet on the battlefield, but Bradwynne is all too recognizable.

He's trapped here, isn't he? He remembers Bradwynne talking about the fall of Vintergard like he saw it happen. He's run out of chances... but he's still here. For him, this world is worth dying for. It's the only one he has left.

"Go," he mutters to the spirits gathered around him, and he feels the tug as they take what they need to comply. Fingers of emotion slip free from his mind as the mantle begins to fade, leaving room for the horror of the situation to slip in. How many people will be left with the scars of their first death? How many are risking their third? How many have fallen for good?

What about him?

And yet, whatever fool thought drove him to join the expedition continues to drive him forward. He has

(two chances)​

one chance left. He might as well see how far he can go with it.

Rolls

Ultra Protect
1d100 (99) + 15 + 10 + 10 (Serenity Mist) + 5 (Lions) = 124
139 damage
Give 3 allies in your zone the Protected status. Gain the Vulnerable state
Protecting @Lucy, @Bradwynne, @Magdalyn
Guard Arts | Ash Vargold | 550C9 | Support

@Bradwynne gains save roll advantage (Protect Aura)

▪ Kurungaar HP: 2202/27000
▪ Orb HP: -56/1200
▪ Orb SP: 467/1200
Cannon Troubleshooting: 413/400

Play Sheet Link v2

 

[Trinity]

Red Fever Boss: Kurungaar Mother

66 / 125

Red Fever (7)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified (last cycle)
+21 HP from Double Recovery (Twice)
Carrying Punting @Ludmilla Orphys to Orb

"HOLY SHIT!!!"

Sarina hit the ground hard, the life equivalent of aShinku Hadoken from the retro classic MvC2 swept over everything. On reflex, she had chosen to cover someone else as well, now laying with one arm firmly wrapped around the small figure. It was a kid or one of those dwarf people. Fae or whatever.

"Fun little skirmish huh? Are you alright? Stay down and let's have the HP bar refill some. If we can."

The intensity of the situation is still ongoing but Sarina found herself entering protect mode. She came to this game to try it out and see if it was fun, not watch kids get beaten up. Gross-out horror wasn't her genre either so these bugs can go to hell.

Pulling herself and the girl along with, Sarina noticed something odd about her (@Ludmilla Orphys). She wasn't able to put a finger on it though. Maybe just all the chaos getting to her. She could have sworn she had a dream where this girl turned into a giant flesh monster and tried to eat an angel as Sarina was kicking said angel in the eye...

Yeah, maybe it was almost time to log out and get some sleep.

Did she just eat those bugs?

On reaction, the brunette's leg shot out and with every ounce of strength she could muster, she sent the horrific dream vision fae loli monster into orb-it.

Maybe that dream did bother her a bit too much.

Rolls

Bonus Action: Carry @Ludmilla Orphys]
Recover
1d20 (16) = 16
Recover 16 HP
Sarina Knights | 550C9 | Orb

Recover
1d20 (5) = 5
Recover 5 HP
Sarina Knights | 550C9 | Orb

▪ Kurungaar HP: 2202/27000
▪ Orb HP: -56/1200
▪ Orb SP: 467/1200
Cannon Troubleshooting: 413/400
Boss Fight: Sheet Link