Complete Main Story (Story Event) Red Fever

Bonnie Bonbon

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Bonnie Bonbon? More like Bonnie Bondead.


Like shadows in the background,
Like a nameless horde of travelers,
Hardly any of them turned around.


Were it not for the goat-horned beastkin's indagation, she almost followed the same flesh-beaten path.

A lower lip bitten down by pearly whites. Hands clenched into fists brimming with frustration, a feeling directed at nobody in particular. Though no one was to blame for these circumstances, Traveler or not, human nature reared its head when faced with the umbrae of sacrifice. She watched, silently, as the gentleman left, as the specter of a friend remained, but at the end of it all —

None of them were here when it truly mattered.

‘Lumus.’ Arcane spellcraft charged the burning fragrance, generating a thin veil that barred the entry of any bugs. The combined glow of her barrier and Shane caused the hellish background to fade into white even further.

There was only herself, Nai, Shane and anyone else who had decided to stay.

A sweat broke down her soft features. Bonnie waited for the exchange between the other two to end, before she hit the horned woman with a light chop on the head to switch out.

‘Carry her back? More like creeping her back. Quit it with the staring.’ Though her words were harsh, the meaning and intent behind them were not. Seeing another face here in this fleshbound hell reinvigorated her trust in humanity. The blonde crouched near Shane, even as her overpowering starlight shone upon herself. Delicate hands reached forward to grasp the other’s enlarged ones.

‘…Hey, Shayna.’

Silence.

‘I… Don’t know you.’ and as such, she had to start from the beginning,


‘I’m Chris.’ akin to the warmth of a sunny morning, her emotions beamed upon the encroaching darkness pulling at Shane, a unique ability of her race.

Truthfully speaking, she couldn’t share everything.

‘You know… Before coming here, I destroyed my whistle.’ @Toko

But even then, every little memory cherished deep within,

‘I was angry, but you’ve made me realize I totally missed the point.’

Revealed, thus far, how his adventure has been.

‘The whistles never failed anybody.’ the anger she once had felt at the thought was no more.

Exploring a brand new world, filled to the brim by the unknown, @Crimson Ruby @Ru Ning @Sol

‘And seeing you now, I honestly think that…’ her lips trembled.

A wave of emotions fromChris, for Shayna to make of them her own.

‘You are really, really cool!’ Shane could have tried to save her own life, but chose this path instead.

From not even landing correctly on the first day, @Mighty Rumblehide @Kaminari Arashi @Sakura Wind

‘Everybody’s safe now, so you don’t… Have… to worry…!’ sharing an entire life’s worth of emotions forced tears to build up in her eyes.

To relying on the experience of those before her, @Alonso Thorlion @Gwyn ap Herne

‘So if you want me to say anything to anyone… I will do what I can, but, we don’t have a lot of time,’

And even the joyful moment when his baby sister’s tiny hand held his own for the first time.

‘I’m just myself, you know, so I… can’t speak for everyone else.’

To speak these words should be a simple thing to do.

‘But even then, on behalf of everybody outside that can’t say it now- -’

For on her torch burned the duty of saying - -



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‘Thank you.’

And finally, the tears rolled down her face.​

Bonnie guided Shane’s hands, clasping them together with her own. A barely visible arcane glow later, and three whistles were left on the palm of their hands. She carefully put one on Shane’s mouth, another on her own, and offered the last one to @Nai.

Across the battlefield, the high-pitched cry of their whistles resonated before everything faded away within the bright and colorless radiance.

They were gone, but their dreams and emotions burned brighter than the stars, lighting up the torch to show them the way.

Theirs was a vow,

A vow of —

@Shane
 

Azykia

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Red Fever (7)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified (last cycle)
-30 HP from Swarm
-25 HP from Opener
+38 HP (Healed by @Pollux)
Protected (@The Guy)
Vulnerable


@Celestine's shout across the battlefield sobered her out of her recklessness just in time for her to get pelted by one of the soldiers of the swarm, its stinger just barely missing her face by virtue of @Toko's asteroid belt. She deserved that. Kaede had drilled her on this exact sort of thing.

As events unfolded and the tides of battle shifted, she could only prioritize trying to make a soft landing once she wrestled the insect off of her, but there was now an unexpected issue. With the demon's energy being gathered up into a blinding, magical star, she could no longer see everything, and without time to measure her distance from the ground, all she could do was make one last rail to hopefully make the inevitable crash into the ground less painful. Just in time to save her life, she saw someone's Chronomancy patching up her fresh wound. It even took away the pain! She wished she could thank whoever had healed her, but she could hardly see anything right now, much less one very generous @Pollux.

As it turns out, skidding across the ground was incredibly painful.

She could hear in the pitch black world all of the faction representatives formulating plans. "Babychad." Okay, that was funny. She couldn't quite laugh at the moment, which reminded her to get her breathing sorted out first and foremost. She would have to thank Trevis later. Just like she would have to worry about @Shane later.

She wasn't here for glory, or fun, or even for the greater good. Azykia was here to escape the monotony, the solitude of her everyday life. She couldn't do that without her friends.

She didn't trust her vision so far as navigating herself around, but that would become her older siblings' problems. Or so she thought, as the storm of swarm soldiers that threatened her had ended up far too busy being dead at the hands of a target that quickly became a much higher priority, @The Guy. Not that she could see it.

What she could see were three familiar beacons of magic across the battlefield, and what she could hear was a whole lot of buzzing. Literally. The girl decided to be efficient and aim wide. All she could do was fire spirals and lines, so maybe she wasn't that much help to everyone. That's why she decided to fire those spirals and lines very well. The magic in the crater had left her feeling more alive and, well, magical than ever, and she sought to draw it all out at once. She wasn't scared of dying. She was scared for everybody else.

The first beacon, the only other spiral she could see: the admittedly menacing aura of @Haru.

The second beacon, the man at the front burning red hot as he fired his cannon, @Brutus Dahlgren.

And the third, that flashy illusionist @Celestine who was now falling through the air above the colossus. Azzy would have thought this one was somehow her fault if not for the screaming before about a hat. Knowing Celesis, that was as on the mark as anything else.

Her eyes began to glow a bright blue, as fractals of crystalline arcana spirals carried her will across the field to protect these people she trusted to save everybody else.

It was all she could manage before one of the bugs got another stab at her, both figuratively and literally. Hopefully, everything would be okay. As long as the others lived.

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Ultra Protect
1d100 (53) + 25 + 15 + 10 + 25 + 60 = 188
188 damage
Give 3 allies in your zone the Protected status (@Brutus Dahlgren @Haru @Celestine). Gain the Vulnerable state
Arcanamancy | Azykia | 550C9 | Extension | Opener Surge Activated (+60 to a roll) | Azykia | 550C9


▪ Kurungaar HP: 2014/27000
▪ Orb HP: -56/1200
▪ Orb SP: 467/1200
Cannon Troubleshooting: 413/400
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Red Fever (7)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified (last cycle)
-30 HP from Finisher
-30 HP from Map Damage
+35 to rolls in total (+10 from Serenity Mist, +25 from Kiryuu's hype chain)
Vulnerable (cancelled by) PROTECTED from @Hanno Futaba


Holding fast to @Hanno Futaba , Laylabelle's breath caught in her throat. Not from pain, worry, or shock, no. Beyond all of this and the awful, awful, battle, Laylabelle saw the horizon, and she saw how far they had come. The world, truly, was beautiful.

Laylabelle was flying...

High up, Laylabelle took a deep breath of blessed, though thin, fresh air.

One more last arrow. How many last arrows had it been at this point? It hardly mattered. Just one more last arrow and another if that was what it takes. It was just what she had to do. This world or the other, Laylabelle had sworn to make sure the sort of tragedy below them would never spread as far as her eyes could see. She was just one person, it was impossible to do it alone, but that hardly mattered. You do what you can, that's life.

"Hanno, I'm going to borrow your strength, just a bit, but it'll be a lot for me, just like that one day."

Linking her soul with Hanno's Laylabelle charged her shot.

One more breath before they began the plunge.

"Saw this in an anime once..."

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"RANGER BREATHING: FIRST FORM, ARROW OF PERSERVATION"

With Hanno's help, Laylabelle loosed another arrow of spiritual energy. It was akin to a shooting star----Its roar and impact on the matron caused the poor possessed monster to reel ever-so-slightly, just enough to throw off some of her aim directed at three brave warriors.

"A little or a lot more, we just gotta do it Hanno, I couldn't stand to see this tragedy spread."

Laylabelle landed with Hanno, and did her best to be useful in the ensuing chaos once more.

"Wish we met under better circumstances but having you guys come for whistles and co means more than you can imagine. On behalf of everyone, thank you. I can hardly move but I'll do what I can." @Corsair @Cleo Looker

Rolls


Ultra Protect
1d100 (5) + 10 + 0 + 35 = 50
50 damage
Give 3 allies in your zone the Protected status. Gain the Vulnerable state
Guard Arts | Laylabelle | 550C9 | Finisher | Ash Vargold, Lady N, Cain Darlite

@Ash Vargold @Lady N @Cain Darlite gain PROTECTED


▪ Kurungaar HP: 1,964/27000
▪ Orb HP: -56/1200
▪ Orb SP: 467/1200
Cannon Troubleshooting: 413/400
 
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Red Fever (7)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified (last cycle)
-30 HP from Map damage
-25 HP from Opener
+25 to rolls


The matron thrashed and screeched. Cyrus jumped off of her before she fell, pulling off a functional, if not exactly graceful, backwards somersault. He landed in a crouch, the mud giving beneath his weight. As if its soft disgusting mushiness was not enough, a huge wave of even more mud, mixed in with blood and fleshly bits, splashed at them. Cyrus instinctively covered his face, visage grim. He knew not all of these bits were from monsters. No, some were from the players' obliterated corpses.

He was far away from the beam when it fired, but many weren't. He grit his teeth, and clenched the hilts of his daggers. Glaring at the insect, Cyrus decided then and there to join the strike team. He followed the flare's guidance, and listened carefully to the explorers' tactics. It wasn't his usual style, joining in on an assault group, but he was itching to have another go at the Maron. And Childress and her other lackeys would be the ones to open up the path for everyone else.

Maybe the boiling in his blood was just him getting recklessly drunk off of his success so far. Cyrus didn't even care. Was the death of all those strangers a simple, thoughtless justification to feel like this? So what. He was there, he was alive, he had the opportunity to make a difference. Even if it was a meager one. One that went unacknowledged. In that moment of solitude – just one face among many, inconsequential in the grand scheme of things – he thought that even if he was the only observer of his own actions, it didn't matter.

"Heh." Cyrus smiled to himself. He'd unknowingly saved some others, perhaps, and had certainly been saved by some he did not know. Maybe he'd get to know them later. Maybe it wasn't needed; they were all united in purpose. A camaraderie born of a desire for their survival, for the destruction of their enemy.

How simply human.

Wondrously human.

Cyrus charged alongside the other frontliners, and once again, worked a spell. It would reach the enemy sooner, clear the path easier. An evident choice. That, and there was so much blood everywhere. Others', his own.

"Shouldn't leave weapons lying around for your enemy to take," he snarked under his breath. As he jogged, fending off the Fever Fliers, he gathered the blood, fashioning the liquid into long, thin swirling jets. He then sent the crimson liquid at the Matron in a high-pressured deluge. The blood solidified moments before impact, then drilled into her.


Rolls

Protect
1d100 (24) + 10 + 0 + 25 = 59
59 damage
Give 1 ally in your zone the Protected status
Hemomancy | Cyrus Sylvester | 550C9 | Opener
@The Guy gains Protected



▪ Kurungaar HP: 1905/27000
▪ Orb HP: -56/1200
▪ Orb SP: 467/1200
Cannon Troubleshooting: 413/400
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Ilusa Nakhalee

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-30 HP Kurungaar Mother cycle 8.5
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+52 Ilusa


The giant monster, the boss was forced to fall. Of course, the collapse caused the mud wet with blood and guts to splash in large area, almost over everyone. It almost blinded her.

Almost, because she reflexively closed her eyes at the incoming wave, also trying to shield her eyes with hands; the hands were too slow, she felt the splash on her face. The force threw her down and made her tumble. Heavy, sticky, stinking of blood and raw meat.

It matted her hair, her fur, her clothes. It took Ilusa few seconds to clean enough of it, in fact, she had to take out the small vial of water to splash it on her face. And even that was only enough to peek through eyelashes.

What she saw then made her pale. A swarm spread from the 'mother' buzzing fast and-

"Aah!" Ilusa let out a pained gasp as the Boss let out a shriek that made her eyes water with how painful it sounded to her ears. It was almost a physical pain and she would not have been surprised if her HP was lowered by it. Her ears flattened, trying to muffle the long, painful scream of the queen.

A blackness appeared above Boss' head. An orb, like miniature black hole, growing, with red energy cackling along.

"Oh both-" She did not even manage to complain as a beam of something horrifying to her magical senses tore through people that.. Must have taunted the boss. It was dreadful; the beam was both too dark and too bright to see it correctly. The leftover of the beam fell on everyone. It hurt and left afterimages in her eyes; they did not disappear even as she blinked furiously.

Ilusa shook her head and looked around once more; noticing few new dead, very, very low health bars.

She took a deep breath and started casting immediately, concentrating on the power inside her to heal people well; looking still for the targets.

The older gentleman (@Alastair Brass ) with butterflies was in acceptable range. The gentle girl which checked on her before, not (@Celestine ). The man who reminded her of him was in low bar too (@Zelrius ). One of the tanks fell, as did another. One was hanging by a thread – no another healer got to them (@The Guy ). There was another tank, another one towards whom the beam went who was... Not doing so well, down for a moment, before she rose (@Moonsong ).

So focused on gathering the energy and chanting the words Ilusa was that she failed to spot the maddened swarm soldiers. One bit into her leg, another bit into her side making her choke and one slammed into her chest, rattling the unhealed lungs, making her spew blood. And those that bit, gnawed, chewed, stuck inside her with their proboscis, drinking her blood, trying to eat her guts. She shuddered but did not stop the chant, and a nearby Lion Arms member killed them and pulled them out. With a loud 'slurp' sound, her blood and guts partially spilled, joining the bloody mud, mixing with what was already there.

The pain was so intense, she felt weak in her knees; a curse of the pain set on realistic.

There were only 2 last words left. She frantically looked around; seeing her own health in the low bar, she grit her teeth and dug into her willpower, into her reserves, pulling on the enchantments from her dirty robe.

She could not die here. Ilusa had to survive; she knew herself too well. Death now would set her back, make her indecisive for she had felt the touch of true death once and she was still unresolved. And dead healers cannot heal or raise.

One last word.

Targets decided, she threw her hand out and gritted out through the pain the last word. with that pale-gold shot towards her targets.

Then she panted on wobbly legs, spent and feeling so damn tired.


Rolls


Power Heal (AoE)
1d100 (6) + 25 + 15 + 15 + 15 + 80 (surge)= 52 (Total divided by 3)
+52 HP to Ilusa, @Celestine @Moonsong
Gain the Vulnerable state
Divine Magic | Ilusa Nakhalee | 550C9

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


▪ Kurungaar HP: 1905/27000
▪ Orb HP: -56/1200
▪ Orb SP: 467/1200
Cannon Troubleshooting: 413/400
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-30 HP (Map Damage)
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"Ugh… Shit."

Mud and blood caked his armor. Creature did what he could to rid his face of it. When he could finally see again, he noticed that there were quite a few more bodies piled on the field than before. The faces of @Trissayne Lavelle, @Jin, and @Sol flashed in his mind. Where were they? Surely if he had managed to survive the battle thus far with only some minor wounds, they too were alright somewhere in this chaos. Tired eyes scanned the field. Those who remained seemed to be on their last legs. At the center of all the destruction, the Kurungaar Mother's rampage continued.

Alone.

Creature hated being alone. But it was an insidious emotion. A nagging feeling that persisted on the edge of his thoughts. This graveyard was the last place he wanted to be found by it. Yet, the internal demon would have to get in line behind the external one. He had to be more aggressive. It was time to change things up.

Chad, Trevis, and Kiryuu were leading an assault group on the mother. Creature quietly fell in line, now emboldened by the fate chain. With hyper sense he swapped his shield out in a flash for the self-proclaimed hero bat. A flurry of punches, kicks, and swings soon bombarded the monster in a desperate attempt to keep anyone else from meeting their end at her wrath. His body hurt. His head was spinning. The darkness encroached on his vision. But he would not stop until this was over.

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Second Wind Activated
(+20 HP) | Creature | 550C9

Reckless Attack
2d100 (30 + 69) + 10 + 5 + 10 + 35 = 159
159 damage
Gain the Vulnerable state
Martial Arts | Creature | 550C9 | Finisher



▪ Kurungaar HP: 1746/27000
▪ Orb HP: -56/1200
▪ Orb SP: 467/1200
Cannon Troubleshooting: 413/400

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Cain Darlite

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


“Of course.”

How else could he answer her but this?

How else could he act, but with his MAXIMUM EFFORT?

Words of Power hummed in his hand as the Broodmother shook, the origin not his, but rather @Ilusa Nakhalee's, alien sounds made musical through harmonic conversions. Gold glowed divine in his fist and he held it tight, precious as alexandrite. Few could harness the language of the Gods in their unfiltered form, though not for him, he would use it all the same.

Beneath the two, the monstrosity crumbled. A single glance shared, and they were off, running, then sliding down the spine of the Broodmother as she collapsed beneath the efforts of all those down below. Rain splattered and mud drenched, bard and hero streaks of colour, each accelerating ever faster as the scythe of the demons manifested into a death-dealing arc of light. But they shot above that, speed converted to ascent as the two hurtled away.

She was close enough to pierce the heavens.

And he...

Cain shot downwards, hand reaching, then connecting, to Kiryuu’s spirit chains before he landed in the middle of the horde of insects. Before their descent consumed him though, @Haru scattered them with a flood of steel, pinning their forms against the body of the Broodmother. He was different from how Cain remembered. Colder, crueller. Inhuman. But an ally nonetheless, as were all those who fought! And what was this muse, but an instrument to amplify?

The Words of Power, divine and immaculate, released themselves once more to sink into Oberon’s dissonant blades. There was resistance, but divinity had always consumed corruption, and they gleamed once more, as vibrant as any heroic steel!

“There is no song so foul that I can not rearrange.”

Faster than sound, @Seto Kurama shot forth, rending the concept of distance itself with his swordsmanship, and @Alonso Thorlion too raged, the Beastlord’s incarnation grieving at the lives lost. Each of the champions’ blows were thunder, and each blow resonated with those purified weapons, violence becoming violins as the stringed orchestra shook the Broodmother to her very bones. She lacked the capacity to fear, but would feel it all the same. The might of Astorea’s nobility, returned after the sabbath.

And perhaps Heroes too, have steeled themselves. A flame familiar, a flame steadier (@Sean Poteitoku). Years had passed, and the reckless youth had become stalwart, capable at last of fighting to protect others whilst protecting himself. People changed indeed, and…it looked as if @Regan had inherited all his burning bloodlust anyhow. The Demon-Ruined Orb, pulsating as it was, would not be a concern.

So he would perform the Broodmother’s dirge.

<Selector Deicider>
<Casualty Collapse>

The Flagbearer reached out. The stars bright in his eyes, their stories spilling into his being, telling of the countless millennia they’ve observed, of the threads of Fate expanding out from the origin of the world, a thread unravelled into infinite possibilities.

The Flagbearer drew back. The Battle-Banner drinking deep, black as the space between. A vortex to match the Broodmother's, consuming the vestigal power expelled by the Grievous Guillotine and taking it for his own. Until it had become a spear of light, its brilliance sealed by the mass of metal that @Tristaria fused with it. A spear? A warhead.

And Cain clenched his fist, grasping every strand of fate and forcing them all into a single future. A future where he would not miss. A future where they would not die!

"𝔾ℝ𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝕄𝔸𝔾𝕀ℂ 𝔼𝕍𝕆ℂ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ!"
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The heavens shattered, clouds breaking as the Moon itself was revealed, so close that its gravity oppressed the Broodmother.

The warhead spiraled, the vortex of a star reborn drawing in the cannonfire of @Brutus Dahlgren and leading them straight to the Broodmother's face.

The explosion shook the world, and the spear pierced true.

Reaching the other side.

Reaching the Sunset Sage.

Rolls


Critical Attack
2d100 (Advantage) (85, 96) + 25 + 20 + 20 + 35 + 49 + 60 = 915 (Crit!)
915 damage

Gain the Vulnerable state
Pierce Weapons | Cain Darlite | 550C9 | Coordinate + Face + Buff | Deathpact with Skys

Surge Activated (+60 to a roll/+3 to Haste/+15 to Inspire/+3 revive targets) | Cain Darlite | 550C9


▪ Kurungaar HP: 831/27000
▪ Orb HP: -56/1200
▪ Orb SP: 467/1200
Cannon Troubleshooting: 413/400
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Seigi Ling Ling

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-60 HP Finisher(Vulnerable!)
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Red Fever effects temporarily nullified (last cycle)
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No words had to be spoken.
No tactics needed to be made.
No farewells had to be said.


@Cain Darlite and Seigi were two, but one. Resonating with each other, they dashed forth for a better tomorrow. With the Flagbearer of Miracles descending into the deepest pits below the Broodmother's head, the Sunset Sage set out for the sky. Carried by momentum and aura guts and effort alone, she soared higher and higher—
reaching for the summoned Moon.

Yet, the brunette could only get so far. Alone, a Hero would fall. But together... Seigi's ascend was further boosted as @Tristaria drones came to aid. The ticking of the gears. The shifting of pistons. The boost of an engine. Fists to shatter the very earth. As her Battle Spirit Aura surrounded the drones, imprinting her very own memories of Seigi's Magitek days upon them, found herself in a suit most familiar.

For a temporary moment, Seigi became Machina!

"HIGHER!" She called. It wasn't enough. As the Song of Slaughter, brought upon by the Matron's flock, was easily halted by @Haru below. Oberon...
"HIGHER!" She called, as the moon's gravity pressed against her very frame.
"HIGHER!" The girl demanded. Yet still not enough, as the cannons below lighted up the sky.
"HIGHER!" Shooting past @Alphabet Chocolate and @Celestine Hat-Race.
"HIGHER!" Past the wretched, hatching orb.
"HIGHER!" She used @Lady N as a stepping stone.
"HIGHER!" She finally reached. Her feet settled. Bard and Hero staying divided, yet united in Soul.

The girl locked looked up, which was technically down, upon the ground below above. The giant insect was enraged. The flock still fighting. A united effort to slay an accursed God. For a moment, Seigi Ling Ling considered dropping this very miniature moon below. Yet, there were others just as eager(@Toko).

Thus, instead, Seigi started burning. The Eternal Blaze to the Flagbearers of Miracle serenity. His Sun. Her Moon. Working against gravity, her Suit, her Strength, her Everything, went to their utmost limit as she powered up.

Safety Restrictions Offline
Servos Engaged
Limiter 1 Released
Empowering Leylines...
Formula Mode Operational
Limiter 2 Released
GESTALT Levels Stabilized
Deviation at 23%
Limiter 3 Release... ... ...DENIED!


Become Magia!

And at the moment Cain's nuclear warhead Fate-Woven Spear pierced the beast's demon-infused cranium from below, Seigi set off.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!" With a sonic boom that shook the heavens, she ascended below, cracking the Moon ever so slightly. A Shooting Star in form of a Blazing Sun, descending, she came closer and closer. Her goal set. Her mind clear.

The spear pierced, the spear fused, and Seigi descended. Further and further below the heavens. Past N's Suit. Past the orb. Past the two girls chasing for their hat. Like a Shooting Star, she fell, like a Raging Sun she'd collide.

A singular instant.
A shattering Eclipse.
A great explosion.
A momentary respite of peace, as Seigi could ask herself, how she'd exactly go about this.

Tank Busters were kinda cool, no?
... Yeah, that'd do.


❰❰CAUTION❱❱ — ❰❰CAUTION❱❱ — ❰❰CAUTION❱❱ — ❰❰CAUTION❱❱
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STARBEAT SKYFALL SHATTERING
❰❰CAUTION❱❱ — ❰❰CAUTION❱❱ — ❰❰CAUTION❱❱ — ❰❰CAUTION❱❱



Rolls


Critical Attack
2d100 (Advantage) (1, 99) + 25 + 25 + 20 + 20 + 10 + 25 + 49 = 819 (Crit!)
819 damage
Gain the Vulnerable state
Martial Arts | Seigi Ling Ling | 550C9 | Finisher | CainComboAttac


▪ Kurungaar HP: 12/27000
▪ Orb HP: -56/1200
▪ Orb SP: 467/1200
Cannon Troubleshooting: 413/400
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-30 from 8.5
-15 HP retal


With the Lion Arms Hyakin had a front seat towards how to behave and act even more. He followed eagerly, learning by watching and experiencing. His eyes shone with excitement; even as the giant was toppled and he got splattered with mud mixed with blood and viscera. He almost laughed, almost because now was not the time.

He gripped his shield and sword tighter, making sure that the grip was not slippery despite the gunk that covered him now. The scent was – he was glad he was not a beastfolk, they had to be suffering now.

There was chaos and then he saw some weird orb, which grew had ominous light and fired off a beam of death and destructions. Tanks, tanked; some died some not and Hyakin cursed that he did not think to taunt, because that would have been epic way to help others, to tank such power so that the beam as is spread over everyone else, was small.

Or well; smaller than it would have been for sure.

"This!" He gasped, even as he felt as if his skin was sizzled by the beam, like some kind of laser. Those tankers were what he aspired to be in the future. To stand tall and proud and survive as the rage of boss fired on the group, keeping the damage centered on himself and protecting others.

"…How cool…" He murmured, staring at the tanks in awe, yes even the fallen ones.

As the group of Lion Arms was mobilized to help healers and wounded, Hyakin followed, tagging along. He watched, learned and also shielded. Like when the group shielded the healers from the swarm, or the attacks of the flailing mother of the insects.

In fact, he even did that too, run and punch the swarms, tear them away and even he got to protect someone with shield.

In fact, in the heat of the fight, things started to blur a little and his want to protect someone acted out almost on his own, his shield glowing as he stopped a flailing limb from hitting someone, hitting him instead and then the glowing imprint was left on @Fina Drago as he bashed and bashed and bashed that leg, hitting the hard exterior and leaving dents even as sparks fired off above due to some amazing attack that he was not even aware of.


Rolls



Protect
1d100 (78) + 10 + 0 + 15 = 103
103 damage
Give @Fina Drago the Protected status
Guard Arts | Hyakin Heliodoros | 550C9 | Support


▪ Kurungaar HP: -91/27000
▪ Orb HP: -56/1200
▪ Orb SP: 467/1200
Cannon Troubleshooting: 413/400
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-30 HP from map damage
-15 HP from retaliation (Protected by @Hyakin Heliodoros)
-30 HP from retaliation (Vulnerable / Protected by @Hyakin Heliodoros)
+52 HP from healing - Life Lyrics (@Vina Skysong)



Everything seemed to be going perfectly fine. Then the laser beam came, coloring the skies in a multitude of dark colors for the few moments it lasted. It might not have lasted long, but it completely froze Fina in place as her eyes drifted up, looking right at the pillar of devastation. Even after it was done, the feline remained rooted in place for a few more moments before she managed to shake the awe off and get back into action. Maybe it was the adrenaline or sheer inability to comprehend the power of that attack that kept her from breaking down in fear of what would have happened if that were to hit her.

And, because this was still an MMO, the boss was not done even after that display. Even as it fell down thanks to the efforts of everyone who attacked its legs, the beast started forming some kind of giant orb made out of the same energy as the beam. Now that seemed rather dangerous, especially once people started attacking it and causing cracks to appear. However, some others were able to make it expel mass instead. Running was likely not an option at this point anyway, so all the girl could do was hope that others would somehow deal with the orb while she did what she could on the ground.

But what exactly could she do? There was not much, given her expertise… all she could do was to dash in and hit the thing really, really hard. "This entire event is just… let's end it already!" Giving herself just the briefest of pep talks, Fina would conjure a massive spear in her hands, dual-wielding to ensure she put as much force behind the attack as she possibly could. To charge into the fray alongside heroes who were far braver than she ever could be, perhaps that was the greatest honor?

Before she could even break into a full sprint, one of the giant legs came bearing down onto her, nearly colliding before yet another player intervened and saved her. Left with a blessing from @Hyakin Heliodoros, she felt more confident than before that she could actually survive what appeared to be a suicidal charge into danger. Honestly, she barely even spotted the man with how fast things were happening, but she still turned around for the briefest of moments and shouted "THANK YOU!!!" before continuing. Was there something cooler she could have screamed at the top of her longs? Definitely. Did she do it? Absolutely not!

Breaking through the mass of insects, she would bury her spear as deep into the insect matron's body as she physically could. "I HOPE THIS HURTS, YOU PIECE OF FILTH! SHATTER!!" At her command, the spear itself shattered, lodging arcane shards inside of the flesh only for those very pieces to expand and explode further into cutting needless, which would break and multiply into even more magical cores to generate sharp spikes to damage the monster's internal organs. A chain reaction designed to inflict as much suffering onto the abominable being as it could possibly feel in its demonic state.

Hopefully, she'd get to watch it writhe in agony as she made a mad dash back to a safe distance after her attack. No sense in staying around waiting to be crushed by the thing's giant body.

Rolls


Counter
1d100 (37) + 15 + 15 + 10 + 25 = 102
102 damage
Counter failed. No additional damage dealt and no damage reduction
Arcanamancy | Fina Drago | 550C9 | Finisher

Twice Activated (extra action granted) | Fina Drago | 550C9


Burst Attack
15d20 exploding (10 + 8 + 14 + 3 + 2 + 19 + 2 + 14 + 16 + 10 + 1 + 18 + 1 + 2 + 18) + 10 + 25 = 173
173 damage (Explosions: 0)
Gain the Vulnerable state
Pierce Weapons | Fina Drago | 550C9 | Finisher


▪ Kurungaar HP: -366 / 27 000
▪ Orb HP: -56 / 1200
▪ Orb SP: 467 / 1200
Cannon Troubleshooting: 413 / 400
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Red Fever Stacks [ 7 ] Immunization
-30 HP from Map Damage
+60 HP from @Lucy
+31 HP approved by @Asch
+10 to rolls from Serenity Mist
+25 to rolls from Kiryuu's Hype Chain
+39 to rolls from @Sumire's Power Buff (1 charge)
+20 DMG from Avenger (Passive) @Jin
-60 HP from Finisher Retal (Vulnerable State)


The Kurungaar shook and wavered, causing Toko to stumble as she struggled to find safe footing on the shoulder of the beast. A black orb appeared in the sky, its sight making Toko squint in confusion, before the sudden death beam fired by the corrupted creature caused Toko to shield her eyes from the light.

"I-Iie..."

The destructive remains of the attack were clear for all close enough to witness, the shape of various players lying motionless and defeated on the ground... including the familiar shapes of @Frey Elzeiros, @Sol and a blonde lioness (@Ilya) whom Toko had been speaking to just an hour ago. She wasn't the only one shocked by the results, a loud cry belonging to a blond Felis on the ground (@Zelrius) barely catching Toko's attention, followed by the loud and anguished cry of @Brutus Dahlgren.

Anger made the blood in Toko's veins boil as she looked at the profile of the Kurungaar's face, her hands balling into tight fists even as the pale golden aura around the rabbit magnified. Anger continued to fuel her drive, causing a small voice in the back of her mind to worry—Oh no, did the mist wore off?!—before it was quickly silenced back once more. Toko's eyes drifted, catching sight of an equally ravaged @Jin not far away, before a few words were exchanged among themselves. A smirk pulled at the corners of her lips, watching the destruction a self declared rōnin inflicted upon the Matron's side as the beast screeched in response, before he turned to look back at Toko.

"Do your worst."

Her eyes gleamed in response as the flames of Toko's fury continued to blaze and grow within her chest, any restrictions regarding the use of the magical powers manifesting within the Lepus long forgotten. It was then a human passed by her (@Seigi Ling Ling) and, for the first time, the Lepus noticed the summoned moon shining brightly above. There was an instant attraction, the jackalope spirit residing within enthralled by the sight, and as Seigi started burning up for her final clash Toko was already making her way towards the now unclaimed moon. A dangling chain allowed the rabbit to find purchase on higher ground, before infusing her feet with gravity as Toko bounded up the rest of the way to the small replica above, her grin now wide and wild as a hand patted the slightly cracked surface.

This would be enough.

"... arigatooh Nagareboshi-san~"

CRAAACK!!!

A well aimed stomp caused the crack to extend further across the moon's surface, the orb now shaking as the integrity of its shape was compromised.

CRAAACK!!!

Another stomp completed the goal from the first, the moon now breaking off into seven sections... still held afloat by a purplish transparent sheen as Toko infused them with Astramancy. There was a warning flash in the corner of her UI screen, but the rabbit ignored it as her eyes focused on the massive gash the Matron still sported on her side. Her brow furrowed even as the Lepus shook, the exertion needed to control the floating pieces taking a physical toll on the Lepus, and yet her wide smile never wavered as Toko's vision remained focused solely on her goal.

"IKIMASHYOOO!"

There was a faint shift in the air, like flickering a switch, as the Lepus reversed the gravity on the seven moonstones at once—cranking up the earth's gravitational pull to the max as the rocks began descending in neck breaking speed. Their fast and powerful descent caused the pieces to blaze and glow, before the newly made meteor shower rained upon the Matron below with reckless abandon.

Far off to the side a shape tumbled roughly onto the ground, the exhausted Lepus barely managing to brace her landing before turning to gaze at the results of her hard work.


Reckless Attack
2d100 (12 + 96) + 25 + 20 + 10 + 25 + 39 + 20 = 247
247 damage
Gain the Vulnerable state
Martial Arts | Toko | 550C9 | Finisher

Play Sheet 2 Link

Kurungaar HP: -613/27000
Orb HP: -56/1200
Orb HP: 467/1200
Cannons Used: 5/5

 
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Red Fever effects temporarily nullified (last cycle)
-30 HP Damage from Matriarch
-25 Retal


Athena pulled back as the Matriarch crashed to the ground, bits of rock and dirt flying through the air, carving little bloody slits in her exposed skin. She raised her sword, her muscles aching and feeling unbearably heavy. She was far from prepared for a fight like this, in fact, she felt like she had been almost useless. Her only accomplishment was that she hadn't been total deadweight. She had taken care of herself (for the most part), but that wasn't enough for a representative of Endra.

The sword swished through the air, smacking violently through the swarms of fever fliers as she made her way closer to the Kurungaar mother. Her mouth twisted into a grimace, teeth biting into her cheek and drawing blood. She could barely stand being this close to all this filth. If only she had the strength to smite them. Someday she would. Until she had the power to protect she would avenge instead.

Rolls


Counter
1d100 (48) + 10 + 0 + 35 = 93
93 damage
Counter failed. No additional damage dealt and no damage reduction
Hyper Sense | Athena | 550C9 | Opener


▪ Kurungaar HP: -706/27000
▪ Orb HP: -56/1200
▪ Orb SP: 467/1200
Cannons Used: 5/5
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Vina Skysong

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Lion Arms Member - Squire
Red Fever (7)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified (last cycle)
+40 HP from @Harveste
-15 HP from the swarm
Vulnerable
Protected by @The Guy


Vina had thought that things were going pretty well. Sure, they were facing a monster of colossal proportions, but everyone was working together, covering each other's backs, ensuring that everyone would get out of this alive. As she sang her song to provide healing to those brave heroes who entered the fray to put down the demonic Kurungaar Mother she believed that they'd be able to keep each other safe.

However, when the massive beast finally struck back it obliterated the landscape, and it left Vina gaping in pure shock and terror. She hastily scrambled to her feet, not having been one of the unfortunate souls to be directly targeted, but her hands were shaking and she needed to swallow several times to try and get her throat to work normally again. Where everything had been going so well before the world had fallen into chaos.

And her eyes caught the sight of a friend who had fallen to the boss's counter-attack.



Anyone could see that the lioness wasn't just knocked out, her glassy stare and her motionless body making it unquestionable that the Kurungaar Mother's strike had stolen her life-breath. But Vina still perked up her ears and listened intently, humming in desperation as she tried to catch the rhythm of Ilya's heart. A rhythm that had stopped mere seconds ago. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes as she held out a hand towards her friend's body, there in the distance, her lips already shaping new lyrics that would allow her to bring Ilya back to life. It didn't matter that it wasn't Ilya's third death, she couldn't just let her friend fall like this.

It was @Cleo Looker's hand on her shoulder that broke her focus, and her words which reminded the vixen that the battle wasn't done yet. The demonic brood queen wasn't dead yet, and that orb that now hovered in the sky was releasing an ominous radiance that spelled trouble if nothing was done to put a stop to it. Vina looked back at Ilya, but... if she spent her time trying to revive Ilya, other people would also die, and they might not be able to put a stop to this madness.

Tears were streaming down Vina's face as she was forced to turn her attention back to the fight. Everyone who was still standing was giving it their all, a universal realization that if they didn't kill the monster standing before them as quickly as possible none of them would be left alive to retreat to safety. It was do or die, and while Vina wasn't suited for the attack she could help others survive their assault.

Her eyes flitted around as she sought those who could use her assistance. @Fina Drago, who had come back to help despite having made the arguably more sensible decision to retreat before, was throwing herself into the fray once more, ignoring her own wounds. If Vina couldn't save one friend she could save another. Cleo seemed to be doing fine, unleashing a rain of crimson spears that tore into the demonic orb floating above. She shot the lancer a thankful and admiring glance before returning her attention to others.

@Omega Redux was doing her best to help strengthen others so they could put an end to this fight, but it was clear the girl was on shaky legs herself. @The Guy was forcing the monster to pay attention to him by defying death despite having been one of those targeted by the laser.

Even as @Harveste's vines curled around her limbs to grant her their regenerative powers, Vina would follow @Bluebird's example once more and resume her singing. Despite the tears that stained her cheeks her voice was still clear, the vixen putting everything behind every word that passed her lips, the enchanting lyrics restoring life to those who needed it.


❰ Life Lyrics ❱


Rolls

Surge Activated (+60 to a roll) | Vina Skysong | 550C9
Power Heal (AoE)
1d100 (25) + 25 + 15 + 15 + 15 + 60 = 52 (Total divided by 3)
+52 HP to @Fina Drago, @Omega Redux, @The Guy
Gain the Vulnerable state
Harmonic Magic | Vina Skysong | 550C9 | Fina Drago, Omega Redux, The Guy | Support


▪ Kurungaar HP: -706/27000
▪ Orb HP: -56/1200
▪ Orb SP: 467/1200
Cannons Used: 5/5
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Magdalyn

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Red Fever (7)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified (last cycle)
-15 HP from protected map damage
-15 HP from protected standard attack
- 30 HP from protected special attack
Vulnerable Protected by @Ash Vargold


As the broodmother crashed to her knees, Magdalyn could have done the same. Though the war was far from over, a light had appeared at the end of the tunnel. Granted, it was just a small pin-prick, but it was better than the darkness she'd felt moments before. Armed with this new hope, Brutus' words of encouragement, and her ice blade, the blue-haired woman charged into battle.

Mid-step, she felt the strange sensation of her body growing a little lighter. When the [protected] status appeared, she spared a glance around her to see where the aid had come from. When the caster wasn't made readily apparent, she whispered a soft, "Thank you." The words were lost to the clashes and clangs of battle. Seconds later, as she fell on the downed Kurungaar Mother's prone form, she added her own notes to the symphony.

Feeling suddenly empowered, Mags did something she had never done before - she strung two attacks together, calling on the unique ability allowed her by her medium armor. Like a yoga flow, she moved seamlessly from one to the other, carving out her own chunk of the boss' health, and hopefully, her own place in this legendary fight.

Rolls


Burst Attack
16d20 exploding (4 + 10 + 11 + 2 + 5 + 19 + 1 + 8 + 20 + 8 + 7 + 7 + 12 + 20 + 13 + 11 + 10 + 15) + 25 + 35 = 243
243 damage (Explosions: 2)
Gain the Vulnerable state
Weapon Arts | Magdalyn | 550C9 | Finisher

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

Steady Attack
6d20 exploding (12 + 2 + 19 + 19 + 4 + 4) + 15 + 15 + 25 + 35 = 150
150 damage (Explosions: 0)
Hydromancy | Magdalyn | 550C9 | Finisher


▪ Kurungaar HP: -1099/27000
▪ Orb HP: -56/1200
▪ Orb SP: 467/1200
Cannons Used: 5/5
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Gideon

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Red Fever (7)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified (last cycle)
-15 HP from the swarm


Victory was close at hand. While the thought was perhaps a cheesy one, it brought Gideon immense satisfaction. She could almost picture the loot that such a win would bring them, and all of the exciting things she could spend the gold on. Maybe she could find a way to get rid of the terrible masteries she'd chosen, since they weren't coming close to doing what she'd hoped. Raising a spirit army to fight for her? Nope, she just had moody ghosts who laughed at her. Turning back time to get the jump on an enemy? Nah, all she could do was heal minor wounds.

Speaking of which.

The white-haired woman moved up behind the unsuspecting Player, a hand reaching for his shoulder. There was no particular reason why she chose this man - he simply yelled a lot, which had been enough to draw her attention. Gideon squeezed, calling one final time on her Chronomancy skill.

"Go end this," came her whispered demand to @Zelrius, before she stepped back and disappeared into the fray.

Rolls


Heal (Single)
1d20 (5) + 10 + 0 + 15 = 30
+30 HP to 1 target

Chronomancy | Gideon | 550C9 | Zelrius | Support
Healing Zelrius for 30 HP


▪ Kurungaar HP: -1099/27000
▪ Orb HP: -56/1200
▪ Orb SP: 467/1200
Cannons Used: 5/5
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Red Fever (7)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified
-15 HP from Beam Attack (Halved by Protect from @Ryoubai)
+17 HP from Recover



As the wave of devastation swept over the battlefield, Kat’s blood ran cold. Kat and @Ryoubai had made a solid hit on the boss, only to watch as countless allies got vaporized by the beam. Ryou had managed to protect Kat, but the stone shield crumbled under the force of the beam and Ryou took a solid chunk of damage.

Kat cried out and hugged onto Ryou tight, completely scared out of her mind given the situation she had gotten them into. She had thought she could handle this, and she was very wrong.

Kat looked at Ryou’s singed clothes and the various cuts and bruises on her body. She couldn’t help the tears that began streaming down her face. Kat had done this to her. This was Kat’s fault.

Kat held onto Ryou for dear life as she tried to guide her away from the battle, unable to stop the tears flowing down her face. “Ryou… I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I got us into this. Please, please don’t die on me…”

Kat saw the supports and healers being guided to safety away from the battle, and Kat tried to keep a focus on them. “We’re going to be okay… I promise we’re going to be okay!”

Rolls


Recover
1d20 (17) = 17
Recover 17 HP
Kat Otsu | 550C9


▪ Kurungaar HP: -1117/27000
▪ Orb HP: -3/1200
▪ Orb SP: 382/1200
Cannons Used: 5/5
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Red Fever (7)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified
-30 HP from Beam Attack
+3 HP from Recover


TRIGGER WARNING: BLOOD, EMETOPHOBIA

Ryou's body and mind were shaken by the battle. With all of the explosions, screaming, and the smell of extreme rot that surrounded her, she felt like she wanted to pass out. This was not the way she wanted to spend the beginning of this game. She wasn't used to any of this. She could feel the energy being exerted and she felt real, visceral pain. The beam hit her as she tried her best to keep protecting @Kat Otsu. It felt like her whole body was on fire. She felt like an ant that had been under a magnifying glass. She shrieked, tears welling up in her eyes. Nothing helped. Screaming didn't ease anything. She wanted to vomit from how overwhelming everything was. She could only focus on one thing. Kat.

Once it was finally over, she groaned a bit. "K-Kat..." She sputtered out. "Oh, you're alright... thank goodness..." Ryou's clothes felt hot. Ryou herself looked horrible. The blood on her skin was dried and the blood in her wounds was now cauterized by the beam. Her hair was slightly singed and the ribbons holding her low pigtails together were gone, leaving her hair down. One of her pigtails had been completely singed off. That was the least of her concern. With the smell of burnt hair filling her nose, she gagged.

With blurry vision, she held onto Kat tightly. She walked with a limp. "I won't. I won't. Okay...?" She repeated, almost to reassure them both. She hoped they wouldn't. She was scared about what would happen if they did. If pain felt this realistic, what about death? She was slightly shaking with each step. She had never felt this amount of pain before. It made her feel slightly self-conscious to be leaving now, but they had to save themselves.


Rolls


Recover
1d20 (3) = 3
Recover 3 HP
Ryoubai | 550C9



Kurungaar HP: -1117/27000
Orb HP: -3/1200
Orb SP: 382/1200
Cannons Used: 5/5

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Red Fever (7)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified
[ Protected ] by @Harlow
-108HP from Halved Tank Buster
+38HP from @Pollux
+35DMG from Kiryuu's Fate Chain
+31DMG from @Omega Redux


"You are..." Eyes alight with the renewal of his spirit, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips, and @Schilva Flasch's presence a weight on his shoulders that's suddenly been lifted by his reappearance. Frey gives a wave of his untainted hand to the swordsman, gone in but a flash of light, a gust of wind to mark his passing. Softer then, and overwhelmed with a fountain of relief for the fate of his favourite Lander, "Alive."

His UI flashes, the Faerin caught off-guard amidst his merriment by the sound of multiple warnings bursting to life on his screen. Vision momentarily flooded by the discordant notifications, he is all but caught almost entirely unaware of the felled matron's attack aimed straight towards him and others.

@Herculean Drakecon's shield bears the brunt of the attack for him. However, the longer the laser bears down upon him and the others, the more Frey notices cracks alongside its surface.

No sooner does he redouble his efforts to endure the incoming attack, watching his energy bar drain faster by the second, than the glass is fully crushed behind the might of the attack. Shards of condensed magic, once protective, turn against him as if copying the raging assault unleashed by the matriarch.

Falling to his knees, his chest rising and falling at the rhythm of his accelerated breathing, blood trails down from the multiple wounds sustained by his body, the physical manifestation of magic embedded onto him where cuts or burns caused by the laser had failed to do their handiwork.

But he is one of the fortunate few to live, unknown to him what a blessing it could be.

He lives to release a chuckle that then turns into blood-filled coughing, eyes falling onto the fallen form of @Sol as she stands beside him, in much worse of a condition than he, but unfaltering as ever.

"You were awesome out there!" Compliments fall easily from his tongue, every one spoken in a lighthearted manner that spoke of someone who couldn't grasp the gravity of the situation. Of course it would be alright. Why wouldn't it be?

"Ah, shit, easy there! Red? Red?!" The sharp movement he takes to catch her as she falls pulls a hiss from his lips. He cradles her momentarily, smile faltering as he watches the light leave her eyes before he employs his gravity magic on her, accommodating her on his back so he could carry her. "Fuck, okay... Don't worry, just hang in there."

By the time he wobbles to his feet, @Pollux's spell had reverted some of the worst effects from the Tank Buster, giving him an easier time carrying the woman's body on his back. Then, an unarmed Magia (@Harlow) speaks as Frey carves himself a path through the torn battlefield.

"Harlow..?" He repeats once, to confirm, intending to match the name to a face. The creature screeches behind him and Sol almost slips from his grasp, tearing a string of curses from him. "Right, we need a healer. She needs one!"

Another high-pitched scream. With as much care as he can manage, he sets her carefully on the ground, turning to witness the scene unfolding in front of his eyes through orange-tinted glasses magically bestowed upon him. "I, uh... Shit. Watch over her for me."

He spots a familiar visage in the distance, one of raging blonde and a flaming bowstring, igniting the battlefield with the might of a huntress, just as she had ignited the darkness inside of the Kurungaar's body when it had all but consumed them.

He weaves with a sweeping motion of his hand a tether taken from one of fate's threads, a luminous pair of rings manifesting itself with crackling, violet energy alongside the heads of each and every arrow in her quiver.

And he hopes.


Rolls


Roll Result
21d20 (16 + 17 + 6 + 2 + 2 + 1 + 17 + 17 + 11 + 18 + 16 + 9 + 18 + 8 + 3 + 17 + 8 + 4 + 9 + 15 + 1) = 215
Tank Buster Damage | Frey Elzeiros | 550C9

Protect
1d100 (19) + 10 + 10 + 10 + 35 + 31 = 115
115 damage
Give 1 ally in your zone (@Gwyn ap Herne) the Protected status
Astramancy | Frey Elzeiros | 550C9 | Finisher | Targeting Gwyn


▪ Kurungaar HP: -1117/27000
▪ Orb HP: -3/1200
▪ Orb SP: 382/1200
▪ Cannons Used: 5/5
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Red Fever (7)
Red Fever effects temporarily nullified (last cycle)
-15 HP from the swarm


The world itself seemed to be ending as the monstrosity unleashed an orb of destruction as its legs gave out. Those fighting weren't given a moment to cheer or celebrate their accomplishment as the creature nuked the raid. What the temple golem had done before was insignificant in the face of the natural disaster caused by the Kurungaar queen. As the orb connected with the orb, many of those gathered were melted and eviscerated by the initial explosion that rippled outwards, causing the ground beneath their feet to crack and shatter. Erupting in a cascading wave that blinded him, as the sound of the shockwave deafened him. Dazed and confused, completely out of his element, it was all he could do to just huddle in place trying to protect himself as he curled up. Why was he here? He wasn't ready for this, good enough to take part in something that required ALL the guilds.

Even as he gave in, he could feel someone's arms wrap around him, rescuing him from the deadly swarm of insects that followed in the wake of destruction. As the hurricane of earth, wind, and blood rained down the familiar face of @Zelrius appeared transporting him to safety, just as his hearing returned. Something that he wished it hadn't. As the haunting screams of @Trissayne Lavelle echoed in his ears and mind over and over. The hurt and betrayal, the sense of loss and abandonment. Reverberated louder and louder. Yet what did he do? To one of the few who called him friend? Nothing. In his weakness his body froze. All to late he would come to as the Felis deposited him near the orb, something that needed to be dealt with or else they might all perish to the second round. The fat man to the little boy dropped before.

Arm outstretched in the direction they had come from, tears streamed down his face as he tried and failed to catch any sight of her. She was ok right? Right? Fear turned to anger and self loathing within him, twisting his emotions as the red fever had done. A destructive burning consumed him from within. It was just a game he had to remind himself, something Triss told him so often. No matter how real it seemed. Empty words he told himself to dull the throbbing. Turning towards the orb, he stumbled forward nearly collapsing under the weight of the newest thought to plague his mind.

How many deaths did Triss have? This wasn't her third right? He hadn't killed her by leaving her behind and breaking his promise to heal and revive her? Never had it crossed his mind to ask. Which only made him feel shittier and worse of a friend.

A primal scream of anger and frustration tore itself from his throat as he nocked an arrow and drew it back as far as he could. The bowstring drew taut tearing into his bloodied fingers as he aimed at the orb in the sky. He was going to sink it or die trying. Something that a small part of him wanted, as penance for his cowardice.

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Hinder
1d100 (83) + 15 + 10 + 30 = 69 (Total halved)
69 damage to HP and SP
Ranged Weapons | Hayate | 550C9 | Orb


▪ Applied Bonuses: Serenity Mist + Movement 3/Extension/Carry Tagged/Reposition Tagged
▪ Kurungaar HP: -1117/27000
▪ Orb HP: -72/1200
▪ Orb SP: 313/1200
▪ Cannons Used: 5/5


 
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In terms of boss fights, this had to be the most intimidating Avery had ever fought. In terms of difficulty, she wasn’t sure how to gauge it. So far, it seemed the casualties had been kept to a minimum. That being said, swarms of insects, deadly fever, and the Kruungar Mother dealing heavy damage to everyone in its wake couldn’t be taken lightly. Mayhem erupted in every direction, with everyone fighting their own battles in an attempt to end the war.

Then came the blast. Avery was knocked off of her feet in an instant. Once she gathered herself, she sat up and looked around to assess the damage. That was it. Collective HP plummeted.

Avery’s heart dropped. She scrambled to her feet and scoured the battlefield for her friends. She hadn’t as many as others, but she had to know that they were still alive. People were getting back on their feet slowly. The dust was settling. @Frey Elzeiros survived. @Zelrius survived. @Harlow survived. The knot in her chest started to loosen. Then she saw @Sol.

She was unmoving, Frey was by her side. Avery crept from behind Frey, curious to confirm her fears. Sol’s eyes didn’t blink. She was limp. Gone. An avoidable casualty.

Avery traced back through the series of events. Perhaps she could’ve played it better. Maybe she could have fired quicker, healed more. If only she’d drawn more arrows, maybe her friend would still draw breath. It was a lesson in overconfidence, and a display of her lacking skill.

She just wanted to log out, to go back to a familiar game that she was good at. She wanted to be safe at her desk, at home, with her parents right down the hall. This got too real for Avery too fast. She didn’t want to see another one of her friends die.

She couldn’t let another one of her friends die.

As Frey shuffled their fallen friend to a safer location, Avery looked to those endangered. Harlow was still up, right back at the creature’s feet. He was in the midst of everything, standing before the remaining threat. She knew he could handle himself. He was tanky, elusive, and far less reckless than others she had found. Still, he wasn’t safe, and the protection he allotted to others wasn’t provided to himself. She couldn’t let him stand alone in these closing moments.

She drew another solution-soaked arrow, and aimed it in Harlow’s direction. An easy shot. He wasn’t far. It did feel a little counterintuitive to be shooting her friends, but it had worked on Frey before, so they’d have to get used to it. She didn’t need the stars to guide her this time. She wasn’t going to miss.

After all, Harlow left her in his blindspot.

Rolls


Heal (Single) @Harlow
1d20 (11) + 10 + 0 +15 = 36
+36 HP to 1 target
Alchemy | Avery Aphelion | 550C9 | Support


▪ Kurungaar HP: -1117/27000
▪ Orb HP: -72/1200
▪ Orb SP: 313/1200
▪ Cannons Used: 5/5
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