Open Zakaden The Warrior's Gauntlet

[Seto Kurama]

Map update 1#

OOC Notes

There was a error I was not aware of until now. Due to Herculean Drakecon starting from Safe Room 4 instead of Spawn Room 4 as indicated as him first entering White Room 56(Blue), Ronja may automatically join myself and Herculean If she wishes. This isn't a warning, just a heads up in case anyone caught this before or for anyone new joining.

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The Pantone Demon

175 / 190

Task: Combating Giant Snake
Location: White Room 54 - Safe Room(gray) -> White Room 53 - Mob Room(Red)
State: Normal
(-15 HP from Retaliation damage)

He was about to make his exit when the tall, tanned man finally caught up with him, compelling him to stop when he complimented him on his swordsmanship. A faint smirk came over him as he turned in his direction, his hands now hidden from view, safe under his Yukata's long sleeves.

Well...you pick a thing or two when your forced into a war or two.

His grin turned to that of a genuine smile.

I wish I had it easy like you new players when I was young and inexperienced. I nearly died on a daily basis fighting beasts and man. I'd even wager It won't be long before someone like you is strong as myself. At that point, the only thing left for someone like me is to teach the next generation the proper principles.

Despite the seriousness tone in his dialog, having accepted the truth in which Lucia had told him some time ago, he couldn't help but chuckle a bit outload, still not seeing himself as a worthy mentor of sorts. By the time he came back to it however, he had found the man had charged forward into the next room. He nodded his head smiling. "Youth at it's finest, so eager to jump into danger."

Musing under his breath, he was about to join him when he heard a feminine plea, calling out towards him to stop. Well this "Ronja" succeeded as he immediately stopped and turned towards the source of her voice. When Ronja made her energic, almost disastrous intro, he batted a eyebrow before making sympatric smile. When the small woman finally recovered from nearing going face first into the ground, he made a hand gesture towards her to approach.

You another new player? Or just another lost soul whom was unfortunate enough to get captured a second time?....Well regardless, come on than, We still have quite the journey ahead of us. Feel free to stay here for the moment however If you need to catch your breath. I need to aid my associate in the room beyond us.

Party

Seto Kurama has invited you to join their party.

Having said what he needed to say as well as sending her a invite to his party, he pulled a one eighty on the heel of his right leather boot and began making his way down the eerie corridor until he found himself at the entrance of a crimson red, cave theme room. He watched as his companion came under attack from a large, enflamed snake. He quickly realized his companion was having trouble so he immediately moved in, walking slowly towards the target. When the giant snake took a interest in him and raced towards him, he materialized Murasama within the palm of his right hand just as the snake was about to lunge at him. Stopping time with the mere flick of his left hand's index & middle fingers joined together, he entered a parallel dimension, walked over to the immobile giant snake and slammed the tip of his blade into it's cranium, killing It immediately once he entered reality once more, causing a shriek to venture forth from the giant snake as It fell to the ground, dead. Little did he realize however that he had allow himself to be burned. At this realization, he nodded his head in disappoint before he called out for his companion, curious If he was alright.

You alright? Or do you need me to heal you?

Rolls

Roll Result
Normal Attack
1d100 (60) + 25 + 15 + 30 = 130
130 damage
Chronomancy | Seto Kurama | 945

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Fire Snake

❰ 0t / 50 ❱

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Character Sheet​

 

[Siondhe]

Kyra

130 / 130

Task: Moving
Location: White Room 2 -> White Room 3 (Safe Room)
Status: Scared, yet determined; Vulnerable
(0 HP from Retaliation damage)

The slugs had been quickly dispatched by Ornthalas, something that she was glad about - but also something that had caught her attention. She'd seen the shadows erupted from beneath, clearly called by the individual himself, before tearing apart the creatures before him.

She cocked her head, looking the man over with a careful eye. Confirming that it was indeed Orn, she moved towards him, reaching out and placing a hand upon his shoulder and smiling down at him briefly.

"That was terrifyingly awesome. I don't know how you did that, but it was...well, thank you."

Realising that she herself had been injured in the encounter, she turned her attention inwards. A few moments later, some mumbled words and a hand passed over the wounds, and they were healed over entirely - gone, as if they'd never existed to begin with.

Rolls

Moving to white room 1
1d14 (14) = 14 = Mob
How lucky am I?

Roll Result
1d19 (5) = 5 = Giant Slugs
How lucky am I?

"I don't think now is a good time to disrobe, there's still dangers around. Besides, it's too early to sleep...and this isn't the right place for a party. Wait, is it someone's birthday?"

She called back towards the woman, her head cocking to the side and a confused, curious look on her face. Her tail swished behind her as she tried to piece together the situation, entirely unsure of why they would be celebrating any sort of birthday's here, and now.

She quickly moved to the next room, however, not wanting to be in a place that wasn't entirely safe. She wasn't sure if new creatures would appear in the room they had been in - or the new room - but she felt like continuing onwards was the best way to escape.

Rolls

Power Heal (Single)
1d100 (78) + 10 + 10 = 98
+98 HP to 1 target
Gain the Vulnerable state

Mend | Kyra Vashtana | 945

N/A​

❰ current / max ❱

Character Sheet​

 

[Herculean Drakecon]

135 / 140

Task: (Action)
Location:(53>10)
Emotional State: Hyped
State:(Normal)
(-XX HP from Retaliation damage)

Seto casually as possible had just finished off the snake which was again impressive. The fire snake bite still burned as he rubbed it lightly."I am fine for now things seem a bit too easy..well that snake got the best of me but whatever."His pride was the only thing that hurt after all so he just shrugged it off cleaning the blood off his play night. A series of walkways that linked to the ceiling opened the door to the next area. It was high off the ground so they didn't have to fight on the skip god knows what. Turning to @Seto Kurama and @Ronja Bubblyfoot explains what he was looking at."So looks like this leads to a safe room or we could just ya know keep going but we have options. I am still pretty healthy after all so I am ready to keep going." Learning from his last experience with the snake he would kind of lean on the cage. He would take a moment to scout ahead to the room thanks to the cage. He didn't enter yet still staying as close the party to see what the next move was.

Rolls

Expertise Check
1d100 (79) + 5 = 84
Knowledge | Herculean Drakecon | Thread Code

Name of mob here

❰ current / max ❱

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Play Sheet Link(optional)

 

[Ornthalas]

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120 / 120

Location - White Room 2 -> White Room 3
Status: Flustered
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Orn slowly recovered from the attack, the static feeling that coated his body dissipating a few moments after the attack. He heard Kyra compliment him, and he only gave a thumbs up. "Hey, gotta watch out for each other yeah?" He slowly stood, brushing the dust off his knees as he moved to the next room, a place to stay and rest. It was then that the woman, Ginerva, offered to take their clothes off and celebrate. Orn knew what she meant, and an intense blush covered his face.

Before he could say anything, Kyra saved him by saying that this wasn't a good place to de-robe, and then asked if it was someone's birthday, which he didn't entirely understand but he just nodded in agreement. "Y-yeah, not a good place for that." He managed to stutter out before moving past the beds and waiting at the doorway to the next room, a bit nervous. They had only just started, but he knew they more than likely had a long way to go. He only hoped that the next room would be a bit nicer, like this one had been.

Character Sheet​

 

[Ginevra Delaney]

150 / 160

Task: Moving
Location: White Room 3 -> White Room 4
Emotional State: Excited
State: Normal
(-10 HP from Retaliation damage)

Were these two serious? Well, okay, maybe @Ornthalas wasn't, since she could see the hesitation and blush coming from him, but @Kyra Vashtana seemed all too serious in her obliviousness. Ginevra could only stop and stare at her, eyes wide as she blinked.

Are you real?

She nearly leaned forwards, but caught herself, sighing as she shrugged. Better to just move on. Maybe this was one of those seriously dense people that she thought only existed in comics and anime and stuff? Maybe she'd kiss the girl later just to see what kind of response she got, that'd be funny!

Well, let's keep on moving!

She beckoned for the two to follow her as she continued onwards, pushing open the next doors. As she stepped inside, piles of bones began to assemble themselves as skeletons began to get up and walk.

Skeletons? Fuck yeah! Now this is dark!

With a grin, she gathered Dark Magic around her body, the sinister energies coiling around her, before they unleashed in a burst.

And the skeletons fell over, crumbling into dust.

What!? Another dud!? Come on! I could make a better dungeon than this!

Rolls

Roll Result
1d14 (14) = 14 = Mob
How lucky am I?

Roll Result
1d19 (15) = 15 = Skeletons (Dark Attribute)
How lucky am I?

Heavy Attack
1d100 (93) + 10 + 0 + 10 + 20 = 133
133 damage
You cannot move this cycle
Dark Magic | Ginevra Delaney | 945

Skeletons | Retal: 10

❰ 50 / 50 ❱

Play Sheet

 

[Seto Kurama]

The Pantone Demon

145 / 190

Task: Combating Large Goblin Horde
Location: White Room 53 - Mob Room(Red) -> White Room 10 -(Ebony) -> White Room 9 -Mob Room(Light Blue)
State: Vulnerable
(-30 HP from Retaliation damage + Vulnerable state(X2 the normal retal damage)

After hearing his companion was alright, minus his slightly damaged pride in which he quickly picked up on, he made a nod when he asked him on what they should do. Initially he went dark as he began thinking on their next move. That abruptly came to a end when his eyes took another look at his flesh wound. While It looked mostly artificial, It was clear the bite had burnt some of his skin, prompting to look at his companion.

Since were near a safe room, you may wish to return, If only briefly to get that healed. Otherwise? Let's head out. Were still in the early game from what I can tell so I doubt we'll be facing anything challenging for the time being.

Gesturing him, potentially the two to follow him via a hand gesture, he made his way towards the stone gateway in the distance and began traversing his way down the dark corridor. When he reached the next room, his eyes went a little wide eyed when he stepped into the next room, only to find it silent. He found himself curious as to why that was but once his eyes could see the numerous piles ectoplasm littered amongst the ground, It was clear the room had already been cleared by somebody but who? Maybe his vision was failing him but he didn't see anyone. He could only assume they had either pushed on already or had fell back to where ever they came from. Either way, he wouldn't waste any unnecessary time looking for new players when he could clear the way for them. He was a warrior despite what some thought. Nodding his head with a sigh, he pushed on forward, making his way to the next stone gateway in the distance. Greeted by yet another dark corridor, he spent another few minutes traversing down this hallway until he reached the end. Upon blasting the stone doors open with some air, he found a hundred eyes gleaming on him...


A LARGE GOBLIN HORDE HAS APPEARED!

❰ 100 / 100 ❱

❰ 14 / 500 ❱

Utterly shocked by what he saw, he nearly cussed under his breath, remembering quite well how much of a nuisance Goblins could be, especially during breeding season. Remembering that however only made him angry, compelling him to initiate the fight. Snapping his index & middle fingers together, he immediately took aim at the center of the horde and fired off a Rakurai, sending a small but pinpoint bolt of lighting over their heads until It crashed at the near center of the horde, causing a "loud" boom like sound to go off when the Rakurai made impact. From there, once the horde realized one of their own was already down, they all immediately led out a roar in unison before deciding to charge straight for him, starting the battle.

Despite their overwhelming numbers, he knew better than to panic. Rather than run or wait for back up, he decided he was going to finish this with one blow. As the horde charged straight for him with their weapons drawn, he tilted his head towards the ground, closed his eyes and brought Murasama to his side, clenching it's handle with the both of his hands. Knowing the enemy would be upon him within seconds, a minute at most, he quickly removed himself from reality as he cleared his mind of any distractions like his daughter or the well being of the others until finally, at the very last second, just as the initial batch of goblins lunged for him, he could feel his mind becoming one with his weapon, triggering his eyes to beam open.

❰ Final Flash ❱

With his awakening complete, he took off like a fighter jet, forcing a small sonic boon to go off behind him as he launched himself forward. With Murasama drawn, he tore through the horde with such velocity that a singular, horizontal slash was enough to bring down nearly the entire horde on it's own. Upon reaching to the other side of the room however, he found himself temporarily falling to one leg after completing his technique, unaware of the damage he had taken in his last attack.

Rolls

Roll Result
1d14 (14) = 14
How lucky am I?(Room Generation)

Roll Result
1d19 (10) = 10
Mob Spawning

Critical Attack
2d100 (Advantage) (44, 92) + 25 + 15 + 30 = 486 (Crit!)
486 damage
Gain the Vulnerable state

Character Sheet​

 

[Siondhe]

Kyra

120 / 130

Task: Moving
Location: White Room 3 -> White Room 5 (Mob Room)
Status: Scared, Confused, Curious
(10 HP from Retaliation damage)

She cocked her head in response to the question, trying to figure out what the other woman could possibly mean. Am I real? I mean, I think so...?

"I think I'm...oh, you're gone...this woman is a bit...odd, don't you think?"

She gave Orn a quick glance and a smile, before rushing through the next room and onto the one beyond. She

Rolls

Moving to White Room 5
1d14 (11) = 11 = Mob
How lucky am I?

Roll Result
1d19 (8) = 8 = Slaughter Fish
How lucky am I?

"Oh, shi-!"

She managed to slide to a stop at the edge of the water, right as a giant fish came leaping out of the pond before her. Back peddling as fast as she could, she managed to avoid being pulled in - the creature still managing to get a glance on her as it sailed past.

"No! Bad fish! Bad! Fish!"

She slashed out with her scythe, driving the creature backwards as she cut straight across its hide, leaving a large gash - and a pond filling with a redish-blue coloured liquid.

"Orn! Orn! There's a bad fish in here! It's...well, it's bleeding, but come kill it!"

Rolls

Hinder
1d100 (73) + 10 + 10 = 47 (Total halved)
47 damage to HP and SP

Slash Weapons| Kyra Vashtana | 945

Slaughter Fish​

❰ 3 / 50 ❱

Character Sheet​

 

[Herculean Drakecon]

105 / 140

Task: Combating Goblin
Location:(10>9 Staying in)
Emotional State: Hyped
State:Normal
(-30 HP from Retaliation damage)

Suddenly a giant horde of goblins appeared in the room that @Seto Kurama was in it in a flash. Before he could even react a sudden burst of speed of a lot of dead goblins. His swordsmanship seemed damn near unparalleled. What he could gather was that with two hands he grabbed his flash and a huge flash of light blinded him. When he got focused a hue of blood and guts and goblins were everywhere. What stragglers were left herculean had swung his playful night at crushing them. He would rush over to seto and be almost hyped seeing that display of power."Bro that was fucking awesome that was a fucking awesome move, The way you cleaved thru that almost horde was fucking sick.". While things were settling down that horde was pretty strong.

Gathering himself for a moment then realized this wasn't the time to be fan buying. He released he had to meet another season one players."Er right, so what's the next move seto if that goblin horde was just beginning we'd better take it slow. That was a huge leap in difficulty from slaughtering fish and fire snakes to a horde of goblins. If he was going to lead his own team he would have to learn how to control his emotions. So he would wait to swing playful night looking around for more goblins just in case they showed up

Rolls

Normal Attack
1d100 (58) + 5 + 5 = 68
68 damage
Crush Weapons | Herculean Drakecon | Thread Code

Goblin horde

❰ 0 / 500 ❱

Play Sheet Link

 

[Ornthalas]

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120 / 120

Location - White Room 3 -> White Room 5
Status: Fighting
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Orn had caught up with Kyra at the door as their companion went into the next room and cleaved a skeleton in two, the bony creature evaporating into nothing but dust, like that big movie that had come out a few years back. What was it called... Limitless Battle? Something like that, he was sure. But Kyra had asked him if he felt the same about Ginerva, and he nodded.

"She definitely seems... eccentric, to say the least." He said, trying to still be polite in case she overheard. He didn't quite understand her, but she seemed to like to battle and she was good at it, which helped out immensely. They moved to the next room, a large area filled with water and a few lily pads to help them get across, but a giant fish leapt at Kyra, who was able to backpedal enough to not get dragged in. She dealt a huge blow and he saw the blood seeping in the water. Orn wasted no time in finishing off the creature.

"On it." He said as he channeled his Shadow Arts into his arrow, and shot his cross-bracer into the water, the arrow guided by the creature's shadow and piercing through it's side into it's heart. The creature flopped in the water, and soon rose belly up to the surface. Orn hopped aboard the giant fish, holding a hand out for Kyra. "I got your back, so keep an eye on mine till we get out of here."

Rolls

Normal Attack
1d100 (47) + 10 + 5 = 62
62 damage
Shadow Arts | Ornthalas | 945

Slaughter Fish

❰ 0 / 100 ❱

Character Sheet​

 

[Harper]

95 / 120

Task: Rattle them bones!
Location: White Room 8
Emotional State: Riled Up
State: Normal
(-10 HP from Retaliation damage)

Harper has arrived!

...A bit late, it seemed. She had decided to make her way back to the initial room to plan her way through the place. After all, it wouldn't do her any good to just walk around blindly, especially if she would have to fight something in each room. Eventually, she'd rationalize that if this place was a maze, she'd just have to use the one trick that works for mostly each maze: Follow a wall, and you'll eventually find an exit.

With a new plan in her hands, she'd go back to the ghost room, turning to the left before following the wall to her right into the next room. Expecting to find another set of enemies, she'd be both surprised and miffed to find that she was not the first one to the room, a blue haired swordsman and a man with a scar across his face having cleared the room before her. The beastkin would frown, putting a hand on her hip as she shook her head in frustration.

"Ain't that a kick in the head... I stop and rest for a quick sec and people are already ahead of me." The frown would turn into a smirk as she cracked her fists, looking through the pair and to the double door behind them as she shrugged her shoulders. "Can't have that happening, now can't I? So let me go and catch up!" She would exclaim, before rushing past the two and into the next room.

The poor trio of skeletons in there barely had time to react before Harper was all over them. Grabbing one by the ribcage with both hands, the tigress would roar as she threw it towards its partners, one of them not having time to even put up his wooden shield before being hit by its flying brethren, all of them collapsing into a pile of assorted bones in the ground.

Harper would turn her head towards the pair in the previous room, winking as she gave them a thumbs-up. "You guys cleaned up my room, so I went and cleaned your next room! That should put us on even footing, yeah?"

Rolls

Normal Attack
1d100 (54) + 10 + 5 = 69
69 damage
+10 from Agonizing Savagery = 79 damage

Moved from Room 10, past room 9, and into Room 8.

Crush Weapons | Harper | 945 (Time to shake some skellies!)

Skeletons

❰ 0 / 50 ❱

Harper's Sheet

@Seto Kurama @Herculean Drakecon

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

130 / 145

Task: Trying to catch up with someone
Location: Spawned again at White Room 9 (Same as Seto and Herc). Moved through White Room 9>8>7
State: Spooked
-15 HP from Ghost

Getting to @Seto Kurama and @Herculean Drakecon, Ronja could only sigh in relief, knowing she was saved now that she was with others to join forces with, and finally managing to be invited to a party that she promptly accepted!

Notice

Ronja Bubblyfoot has joined your party!

[Theme Song]​

"Thanks for having Ronja, she will do her best to be of great help to both of you." She said with a firm nod, resting a hand on her chest and beaming a smile for both of the men.

And of course, she didn't waste time, quickly assembling her magitech sniper rifle to get ready to defend both herself and others, following the two of them and only being able to stare in awe at how powerful all of them were at fighting those dire creatures.

In the middle of all that chaos, however, a pleasant surprise appeared when Ronja spotted @Harper, perking up.

"Harper! You are here too?" She said, surprised before peeking at the other two, wondering if they knew her. "Thanks for clearing that room for us, you are a dear. Ronja will try to scout ahead for us now." Ronja affirmed, gripping tightly on her gun and charging forward.

Needless to say, soon Ronja got herself into trouble, as was usual for her.

Screaming for help, Ronja was exchaging attacks with a ghost, shooting arcane bullets at those while running away in circles. "AAAAAAH, KILL IT! RONJA KNOWS IT IS ALREADY DEAD, BUT KILL IT AGAIN!" She cried, hugging her weapon while struggling to not get caught.

Rolls

Roll Result
1d14 (9) = 9 (Monster Appears)
How lucky am I?

Roll Result
1d19 (17) = 17 (Ghost - Dark)
How lucky am I?

Normal Attack
1d100 (8) + 20 + 15 = 43
43 damage
Magitech | Ronja Bubblyfoot | 945

Ghost​

❰ 32 / 75 ❱

Play Sheet

 

[Seto Kurama]

The Pantone Demon

145 / 190

Task: Healing up in White Room 54
Location: White Room 9 -Mob Room(Light Blue) -> White Room 54(Grey)
State: Normal

After the battle, having now started to feel the fatigue from combat, he ended up resting his tired body on a large, rotting log while Murasama stood imbued into the ground, allowing It to stand along with it's old wielder. Once he caught his breath, he sighed heavily while he looked towards the blood splattered ground. That was when the young man from before interrupted his rest, complimenting him on his battle prowess before asking him what there next move was. This caused him to drag his head up, revealing a set of weary looking eyes.

I think that horde was a rare encounter.......Well regardless, why don't you scout up ahead? I'm gonna head back to a nearby safe room to heal up....Than I'll join you. I'm pretty fast...so this won't take long.

He gave his opinion as requested but as soon as he did, he already found his companion cleaning up what he had started. Shrugging his shoulders, he found himself letting out another tiring sigh, knowing he couldn't stop his companion from doing what he wanted. He still wanted to rest for a few more minutes but as with his one companion, that too was the moment when Ronja decided to approach him, thanking him for allowing her to join his party. With a tired, sympathetic smile, he waved her thanks off with his hand as he spoke.

There's no need for that. I'm just doing my part, making sure you new pep's get through this alive.

Afterwards, he peered over his shoulder and looked at his companion whom was still having his fun killing off the remaining goblins. Once he had his fill watching the killing's, he turned back towards Ronja and pointed his thumb over his shoulder, aimed towards his companion.

Why don't you team up with my companion behind me and go scout the next room? I'll be with you two in a few. I need to catch my breath and heal up.

As he was saying that however, he found himself approached by yet another player, this one a rare type of beast kin, one that took the traits of a tiger. That was quite the rarity If he remembered right. Regardless on his thoughts, he was a tad surprised when she approached him the way she did, giving him a wink and a heads up, citing she had cleared the next room. Well? He couldn't complain about that. She did look like she could take care of herself after all. Though still tired from pulling off multiple high skill techniques, he mustered the strength he could to pull another smile.

Much appreciated, that means were one step closer to getting the hell out of here.....That said, could you do me a favor and go watch these two for me for the time being? I need a few minutes to heal up from my injuries.

Party

Seto Kurama has invited you to join their party.

Figuring she would stick around for the time being, he sent both Harper and Herculean party invites, like he had with Ronja, before he slowly pulled himself up from his resting spot and pulled Murasama out from the ground before dematerializing It and sending it back to his pocket dimension for storage. Once he was up and about, he walked away without saying another word, having determined she wouldn't say no, especially since Ronja seemed to know her. With that in mind, he walked over to the stone gateway they came from, and by using his new found mastery over speed, he took off like a fighter jet, triggering yet another sonic boom to go off behind him. Luckily those in the room however, It was only minuscule in size.

Nonetheless, with such speed, It was only seconds before he found himself at the heart of the safe room and it's rejuvenating like effect, slowly removing the pain he could feel from the flesh wounds he had accumulated from his encounters with the goblins. While he waited, he opened his part screen from his UI menu, wanting to check up on their well being.


Party

Seto Kurama
Rank: S-

145 / 190

Herculean Drakecon
Rank: D

105 / 140

Ronja Bubblyfoot
Rank: B-

130 / 145

Harper
Rank: C-

95 / 120

Character Sheet

@Herculean Drakecon
@Ronja Bubblyfoot
@Harper

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[Herculean Drakecon]

123 / 140

Task: (Action)
Location:White room 54
Emotional State:Relaxed
State:Normal
(-XX HP from Retaliation damage)

Their new allies would take off the ghosts while he took a moment to catch his breath. Their party had grown to four people which was nice. Keeping pace with seto while kind of honing in the conversation and being quiet for now. While his newfound allies would be in action he would be pulling out a healing potion and drinking it. Ronja can handle herself which was impressive, Magitech was something that herculean had to look into it. The healing potion closes some of his wounds and a general feeling of safety. Keeping his playful night. He would stick with the party next saying much this round ready for what came next at them.

Rolls

Recover
1d20 (18) = 18
Recover 18 HP
Herculean Drakecon | Thread Code

Name of mob here

❰ current / max[/enemyhp ❱

 

[Harper]

80 / 120

Task: Beat up more ghosts!
Location: White Room 7
Emotional State: Surprised
State:(Normal or Vulnerable)
(-15 HP from Retaliation damage)

"Ronja! Guess they got you too, huh... I swear, those snobs really think they can just go and kidnap anyone for their amusement..." Harper would complain, kicking some dust with her right foot. The fact that they were putting people in danger for the sake of their own entertainment, without letting said people have any say in their participation was just downright vile in her view.

Yes, some people like her and probably some others could find some enjoyment in this gauntlet of dangers, but that didn't apply to all of them. There was probably more than one person who had been taken against their will and now found themselves somewhere dangerous, and one without any easy way to get out... Besides in a coffin. That's why she needed to deal with this place as soon as possible, and she couldn't deny that having company would make that task a good lot easier as the beastkin accepted Seto's offer.

"Sure, I'll keep them nice and cozy until you get better, Mr... Oh there he goes." She would watch as the man named Seto dashed away at impressive speeds. Going back to Ronja, she would nod at her suggestion of scouting the next room. "Alright, scream if anything happens. I'm sure you'll be fine though." As she took off, Harper would find herself looking at the only person she hadn't interacted with yet. Waving at Drake, she would open her mouth to speak, before being interrupted by Ronja's panicked screams.

"...Theeeere's the screams. Coming!" Harper exclaimed as she caught up to the Magia, talisman in hand as a makeshift knuckleduster as her fist would meet the ghost as it gave chase to Ronja, blindsiding it. It would float into the ground, barely managing to scratch Harper as it went down. Once there, Harper would not let up the one-handed púmmeling until the ghost was a little more than a puddle of ectoplasm in the ground.

"Jeez Ronja, I didn't know you were afraid of ghosts. Can't you just shoot them down with that gun of yours? Or were you tactically retreating so we could arrive, hm?" She'd tease, resting her punching hand on her hip as she smirked. "In any case, you did well. That's one more room down, some unknown number down to go. Yay? In any case, let's not waste any time!"

The girl would say as she made her way towards the next room, kicking it open.

Rolls

Steady Attack
6d20 exploding (19 + 11 + 13 + 11 + 5 + 4) + 5 + 5 = 73
73 damage (Explosions: 0)

Guard Arts | Harper | 945 (Ghostbustin'!)

Moving from White Room 8 > White Room 7 > White Room 6

Ghosts

❰ 0 / 75 ❱

Harper's Sheet

@Seto Kurama @Herculean Drakecon @Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

130 / 145

Task: Staying firm and loyal with Harper
Location: Moved 7>6
State: Spooked

When Harper appeared for the rescue, Ronja couldn't help but sigh in relief seeing that the ghost was now very much gone. She then turned to look at the beastgirl, beaming. "Thank you for saving Ronja!" She brimmed a smile, that soon faded at the tease.

"O-Of course Ronja is afraid of ghosts! It is hard to defeat something that doesn't die when you headshot them!" Ronja protested, finding her fear to be widely justified if anything.

"So we will do as @Seto Kurama said? Ronja can go with that, yeah. But we need to be careful since @Herculean Drakecon isn't as fast as the other, it would be nice to not go too far without the rest of the team." Ronja said, though she continued to follow the girl anyway, trying to boost their speeds by using magitech enhancements in her boots and on Harper's.

Rolls

Haste
1d4 (2) = 2
+2 movement between @Harper and @Ronja Bubblyfoot
Ronja Bubblyfoot | 945

Play Sheet

 

[Seto Kurama]

The Pantone Demon

170 / 190

Task: Combating Large Gnoll Horde
Location: White Room 54(Grey) -> White Room 6 - Mob Room(Brown)
Emotional State: ANNOYED
State: Normal

As soon as he felt his injuries dissipate from his flesh, he was ready to continue the fight, compelling him to turn back towards the way he came, only to be faced with the young man whom had somehow managed to keep pace with him. This dumb founded him quite a bit, having a hard time anyone could match his ability in raw speed. Nonetheless, before he take off, he would approach the young man with a hint of disbelief in his tone.

I wasn't aware you had such a mastery over my craft. I have to ask....well...besides for your name obviously, on how you acquired such skill in such a short period of time? I only have mine due to my mastery over teleportation from before the disappearance but you? That's quite the mystery considering your tier.

Caught between denial and disbelief, he shook his head while staring at the ground.

You new players are something else. That's for sure.

Finishing with a light sigh, he turned in the direction of the stone gateway he had come from earlier and stood there momentarily before shifting his head over his shoulders towards his companion.

Well, come on, lets go. Those monsters won't kill themselves now.

With a smug running across his face, he departed from his companion's company and made his merry way over to the stone gateway that was sitting in the distance. For a moment or two, he stood under it's heavy frame, his crimson red eyes observing the shadows that had consumed the stone corridor. When he deemed himself ready, he slowly indulged himself in some air before opening his eyes, causing him to take off like some crazed maniac on caffeine. With blistering speed empowered by his own mastery over electricity, he would barge through the numerous corridors, rooms and even past his new found companions within seconds as a white & blue glint that was shrouded in electricity before smashing through the stone doors that led into the next room. Putting the brakes on his over doze for speed, he found himself making his "grand" entrance as he forced himself to come to a screeching halt, leaving something akin to tire marks behind. When he rose himself from the ground however, his eyes couldn't believe what they were seeing....​

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A LARGE GNOLL HORDE HAS APPEARED!

❰ 1000 / 1000 ❱

❰ 1813 / 2000 ❱

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Status:

• [EXCITED]. Warning, the enemy is excited, at capturing potentially new sources of food and more slaves, greater damage incoming
• Attack: The Gnoll Horde is hyping itself up for a counterattack, via howls and roars
  1. If the SP is at 500 or less, The Gnoll Horde will cancel it's hyped up counter attack.
  2. If the SP is at 0, The Gnoll Horde will temporarily be routed for one posting order, allowing those to attack without taking retaliation damage
  3. If the HP ranges from 1,813 to 1,000, by the time of the next posting order, characters take double retaliation damage(40 for normal damage, 80 for vulnerable damage)
  4. If the HP is at 999 or less, The Gnoll Horde will cancel it's hyped up counter attack.
• The Gnoll Horde will only counterattack once
• If your HP falls to 0, you are NOT KILLED but knocked out and thrown in a crudely made, bone like cage. You do not take damage while captured. In order to escape, you must pass a knack, awareness or knowledge check of 50. If successful, regain 10% of your maximum HP. A character may attempt to free you but they may not perform an action for that post.
• HP and SP for this enemy count down.
• Standard TS Gnoll mechanic's apply. Check the google doc or the TS Wikipedia for more information
• As with all other spice, these mechanic's are purely optional, feel free to ignore them

Going wide eyed at this recent development, he ended up cussing out loud without thinking, clearly shocked what he saw. He didn't understand why Lady Luck was cursing him but this was starting to get ridiculous. Regardless, caught with his pants down, Seto fell back a dozen or so feet as the massive horde of Gnolls decked in various armors and weapons began starting him down, roaring and howling in the distance. Now gritting his teeth, he quickly joined his right hand's index and middle fingers together below his thumb, took aim and began to fire off a barrage of lighting bolts at the enemy from the tip of his fingers, triggering a deadening like sound similar to a revolver every time he fired. As he found himself in the midst of combat however, firing off several rounds by than, he found himself even more irritated as he heard two very familiar voices he detested.

Ohohoho! Would you look at that? It looks like the "Black" Duke of Astorea has bitten off more than he could chew! I will wonder how he handle this situation. Will he give in to that pesky demon like last time? Perhaps his pathetic ass will be saved by the Lioness again...or maybe....just maybe he die like a dog this time! Time to find out my fellow spectators!

When he finished speaking however, his voice was suddenly replaced by his female companion.

Not so fast Rolu! Aren't you forgetting someone? Or rather some insignificant group that now live to entertain us?

Upon hearing his companion, the announcer that went by the name of Rolu chuckled before responding in kind.

Of course not my dear Barbara! How could I? When they be paying with their lives to entertain not only us, but our lovely spectators as well!

Having said that, a grin came over Rolu as he turned his attention to @Kyra Vashtana.

Hey Kyrea, the cowardly fox, I don't know about you but you might want to get a move on If you plan on saving the big ol scary duke before he gets ripped to shreds.

Than in usual Barbara fashion, At Rolu's comment, she let out a long, drawn out, annoying, high pitched laughter that could be heard for several moments. When she finally finished however, she wiped away a tear from the edge of her eye before grabbing whatever she used to announce with to get @Ginevra Delaney

You there, witch in the black, could you be a doll for me and claim that tiger looking beastkin for me please? If you do, I'll make it worth your while!

After Barbara requested Ginevra to capture @Harper through some means, Rolu intervened with more chuckling.

What's the special occasion Barbara? Looking for a new playmate? Because I'm sure our spectators could oblige you??!!

Despite Rolu's interjection, Barbara continued, seemingly not offended by Rolu's comment.

None sense Rolu! Have you not seen her? She's simply a dear! I can't wait to have her as my new plaything! She be so entertaining to my guests. You see!

The conversation kept going for several more moments before it finished but by than, he had already blocked it out, considering his current situation, though that didn't stop him from rolling his eyes and cussing under his breath.

Ugghhh.....Fuck my life.....I'm so going to kill them when I get the chance......

Getting that out of his system, he returned his focus on the massive Gnoll pack that was still staring him. He would continue to fire off his barrage until the others would arrive.​

Rolls

Normal Attack
1d100 (80) + 25 + 15 + 30 = 150 + Elemental Bonus(25% stronger) = 187
150 damage
Aeromancy | Seto Kurama | 945

Character Sheet

@Herculean Drakecon
@Ronja Bubblyfoot
@Harper
@Kyra Vashtana
@Ornthalas
@Ginevra Delaney
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[Siondhe]

Kyra

100 / 130

Task: Engaging Gnoll Horde
Location: White Room 5 -> White Room 6 (Mob Room)
Status: Scared, Soaked, Not Happy
(20 HP from Retaliation damage)

Rolls

Moving to White Room 6

Voices again, speaking out in an echoing fashion. Kyra's ears twitched in response, trying hard to drown out the sounds coming from all around. She could hear screaming ahead, the sounds of something animalistic. She moved, quickly, to the next doorway, taking a brief moment to look back at Orn.

"Should we get going, then? I'm ready to be gone from this place..."

Without a response, she dove through the doorway, leaping into the next room - and straight into a waiting barbaric figure. She had just enough time to catch a breath of shock, before the creature slammed a club into her, throwing her backwards.

"Ow! Holy shit that hurt..."

The creature suddenly appeared overtop of her again, the club raising as if to be brought down upon her, to finish her off. Kyra wasted no time, rolling to the right and popping up to her feet beside the gnoll. She slashed out with her scythe, driving the creature backwards as she cut straight across its hide, leaving a large gash.

"Screw you too, you giant, ugly, beastly....beast! Orn! Orn there's...there's a giant...whatever the fuck this thing is, and it's friends in here! Careful coming through the door. I think I made them mad. Also, they're assholes!"

Her fur and hair stood on end as she spoke, signifying the rage coursing through her. The rage at this creature. The rage at the audience above them, who she was just starting to see. The rage at the announcers, who seemed to be enjoying the show that they were getting below them.

"Hope you're enjoying the show, assholes. Because if I ever get up there, I'm going to tear you apart, limb from limb, until the only thing left is spatters of blood and bone and brittle..."

She mumbled to herself as she dodged yet another attack from the giant creature in front of her, desperately attempting to stay out of its reach, all while keeping an eye out for the appearance of Ornthalas.

Rolls

Hinder
1d100 (81) + 10 + 10 = 51 (Total halved)
51 damage to HP and SP

Slash Weapons| Kyra Vashtana | 945

Gnoll Horde​

❰ 949 / 1000 ❱

❰ 1762 / 2000 ❱

Character Sheet​

 

[Herculean Drakecon]

103 / 140

Task: Fighting gnoll horde
Location: White room 6
Emotional State: Hyped
State: Normal
(-20 HP from Retaliation damage)

He had nearly fallen asleep as nothing was going on till he heard the sound of a horde. This wasn't just any horde this was a gnoll horde armed to the teeth. This was the moment he was waiting for finally a fight that interested him. Spinning his playful night as fast he could but before going in he had read the room for his allies. @Seto Kurama struck first with a barrage of elemental blasts into the horde hurting them, A new alley kyra had joined the fight as well to help fight the horde as well. He would charge right into the horde spinning the playful night falling on top of a gnoll and slamming the weapon on one knoll's face. The hard crunching noise of its snot as he popped back up with a smile on his face."Alright, you ugly horde is big dumb ugly who else is ready to get their faces beaten in?"

Suddenly herculean would transform into a seven-foot alligator man. His armor adjusted with his newly created height and muscle mass. A big toothy grin would be seen on the face area of his armor. Grunting lightly as he felt something inside of him. A knife from the dead knoll digging inside of him made of bone. Pulling it out and tossed it aside as he stood in front of the horde with a fearless smile on his face. "Let's see what your fucking got you, ugly bastards. I'm not backing down so you better rush me all at once!"

Rolls

Normal Attack
1d100 (88) + 5 + 5 = 98
98 damage
Crush Weapons | Herculean Drakecon | Thread Code

Gnoll Horde

❰ 1'664 / 2000 ❱

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[Harper]

60 / 120

Task: Beating up some Gnolls!
Location: White Room 6
Emotional State: Weary, confused.
State: Normal
(-20 HP from Retaliation damage)

Harper's mind would be a bit of a mess. Sure, the gnoll horde in front of her should be her current focus, but her mind couldn't help but go back to the words of the hosts. Yeah, most of it was insults of some kind, but strangely none at the beastkin herself. In fact, the female host seemingly had a strange fascination for her, and certainly not a healthy one, especially for Harper herself. It didn't help that she had asked for one of their party members to do the dirty job of capturing her.

The tiger girl's eyes would eventually dart towards @Ginevra Delaney , eyeing the witch up and down. Was she truly a mole? Or were the hosts just trying to breed distrust between them? It didn't help Harper's doubts that she had quite literally just met the witch, and thus had no read on her character. So, she felt it was too early to take any sort of definitive stance on the matter. Still...

"..." Harper would put up two fingers, pointing at her own eyes before pointing them at Ginevra. The message was clear. With that done, it was time for some good ole ass-whooping. And Gnoll's backside was on the menu today. Rushing in, she would quickly look to strike down a Gnoll that had spótted her coming in. Dodging a blow from its club, she would grab the club-swinging arm and go under the armpit with her other arm, before swiftly slamming the gnoll into the ground in front of her with an ippon seoi nage, the ever so nauseating sound of a ribcage cracking apart following the impact.

However, there was no rest for the wicked as Harper would find herself with no time to appreciate her blow, and quickly find herself guarding another club blow with her arms. Harper would jump back a bit, before shaking her arms with a wince. Shit, her arms went straight numb with that! Those things were strong! While she was recovering, her gaze would quickly dart to @Ronja Bubblyfoot nearby. Figuring she needed a bit more time to recover from the blow, she'd hatch up a quick plan.

As the gnoll charged once again, Harper would sidestep its blow before grabbing one of his arms by the wrist and pining it to its back. Peeking her head from behind the gnoll's body, she'd shout at the Magia. "Ronja! Need some target practice on this one! Fan it!" With the request done, Harper would run towards Ronja, forcefully dragging the struggling gnoll in Ronja's direction alongside her.

Rolls

Normal Attack
1d100 (86) + 10 + 5 = 101
101 damage
+10 from Agonizing Savagery = 111

Crush Weapons | Harper | 945 (Chaaaaaarge!)

Gnoll Horde

❰ 1553 / 2000 ❱

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Harper's Sheet

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

110 / 145

Task: Tackling Hyenas
Location: Brown Room (6)
State: Enraged
-20 HP from Gnolls

The horde of monster erupted in the room, catching Ronja by surprise as she staggered away for a moment, albeit the words of the hosts were the ones that caught the most of her attention. Especially the way they tried to play with them, including the tiger girl.

Ronja was done with being nice.

"Savages, all of them. Creatures devoid of any humanity and that don't deserve to exist." Ronja's eyes clicked, glowing in an intense and dangerous red tone.

"And then, there are these poor hyenas in our path." She said, making it clear that her previous words weren't targetting their current opponents. She clenched her fists, glancing toward Harper and the gnoll that was being dragged, opening her fist and aiming at the gnoll with the palm of her hand, opening a small hole in it that allowed her to shoot a laser that pierced through the creature's head.

She then charged ahead, loading her rifle and approaching Harper, lowering to aim from under her friend's arms, blasting another shot at one, two, three gnolls in sequence, with her hands swiftly loading and readying the rifle while she shifted to take cover from the other side of the tiger girl while covering her from multiple enemies approaching, with the sound of her metal gloves and the trigger snapping and clanking in a moment of a mad minute, allowing bullets to erupt one after another.

"You won't threaten Ronja's friend," Ronja said, clicking her rifle one last time and charging it up with mana bullets.

"If you do, Ronja will show you how to bite rather than bark." She warned.

Rolls

Normal Attack (Coordinating with @Harper)
1d100 (86) + 20 + 15 + 20 = 121
141 damage
Magitech | Ronja Bubblyfoot | Coordinate | 945

Gnoll Horde

❰ 949 / 1000 ❱

❰ 1412 / 2000 ❱

Play Sheet