Open Tertus Valley Wingbeast Upon Starry Mounts

[Fiora Di Angelo]

70 / 140

-30 HP retal dmg

"I mean, sounds like a charm spell or something, so I'm not surprised really. Still, that doesn't sound too out of the ordinary to me, you know?" When Cain gave a clearer definition, it all just sounded like a part of any other game's mechanics. Just because they didn't encounter them before, it didn't make them something that 'defies' it as if it were unintended by all means. "Eh, I'll take your word for it."

Oh how wrong she would be...

The long an ardous path ahead only made her realize how physically exhausting this game could be, even with the flamboyant bard's assistance, the view from up here did little to help her catch her breath once again, and the many corpses that lay upon their path as a warning to anyone who dared to step any further weren't helpful in the slightest.

Regan had charged up ahead at their new foes, and something immediately felt amiss as her UI glitched. Was it an unfinished location? Or were these enemies part of what this 'Titanius' had spawned? It struck a cord full of fear on her to see something so unexpected, so out of her hands. Even investigating her foes helped nothing but to deepen the doubt.

"STOP RUSHING AHEAD, SHITBRAINS!" She shouted, following right behind Regan as she set her way to slay down their foes, her strike faltering at the last second as she tried to provide cover to the vampire, and instead worked herself up as a meat shield to take the full blow of an impact meant for her partner instead, pushing the air out of her lungs and settling her on the defense now.

@Cain Darlite @Regan

Rolls

Protect
1d100 (42) + 10 + 0 = 52
Missed
Give 1 ally in your zone the Protected status (@Regan)
Arcanamancy | Fiora Di Angelo | 533

Dissonant Baboon (DC 60)

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[Cain Darlite]

130 / 170

"Would recommend against that myself," Cain replied, flipping his Battle-Banner off his shoulder. "There's always the chance that the body reclaims its head if you're not thorough with the severance of their mortality."

Taking a wide grip with his own weapon, the Flagbearer allowed his star-blessed gaze to speak to him once more, following up alongside Regan as the three charged (somewhat begrudgingly, considering what Fiora was shouting) towards the clump of bonobo baboons. The vampire's sanguine saber cleaved one in half cleanly, and before Dissonance vespers could stitch the slain beast back together, the midnight-haired muse slammed the butt-end of his flagpole into one side, sending it tumbling off the side of a cliff. Fiora herself swapped into a more defensive role, her arcana-craft arsenal deflecting the flurry of spiked growths that sprouted out from the limbs of the twisted beasts. It wasn't entirely dangerous yet, but it was clear too that his companions were slowly being worn down by repeated conflicts.

He'll swap to Harmonics soon enough then. For now...

"Pace yourself, Regan. These piteous parasites are not worth the blood you pay to fell them, and their originator will be much more deserving of your full efforts."

Rolls

Counter
1d100 (81) + 25 + 20 + 20 = 146
146 damage
Counter successful! 20 damage added. Take 10 less damage
Astramancy | Cain Darlite | 533

Dissonant Baboons [Enraged]

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[Gutsy Ironvolt]

48 / 145

Protected
+3hp
-15hp

"HAHAHA, SHITBRAINS? HOW ABOUT YOU STOP BEING A COWARD? WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO? RUN AWAY? CRY AND GO HOME?! HAH! THEY'RE CORRUPTED APES, WE NEED TO KILL THEM! WHAT MORE IS THERE? TEAR THEM APART BEFORE THEY DO THE SAME TO YOU! THE LAWS OF STRENGTH AND SURVIVAL ARE THE ONLY THAT MATTER!"

Regan opened her mouth, fangs glistening in the sunlight. Blood from the baboon's wound she had inflicted began to trickle out, droplets into a small stream that flowed into the air and into Regan's mouth. It wasn't much but Regan's wounds began to sew themselves closed minutely.

Regan readied herself once more pointing her weapons at the apes.

"HAHAHA! YOUR STRENGTH IS MY STRENGTH, BEAST! I DON'T CARE WHAT POWER YOU'VE GAINED I'LL RIP IT OUT OF YOU AND SPEAR YOUR HEADS ON THE TREES AS A WARNING TO ANY OTHER FOOL THAT STANDS AGAINST ME!"

Rolls

@Malzel
Recover
1d20 (3) = 3
Recover 3 HP

Regan | Thread Code

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[Fiora Di Angelo]

10 / 140

-60 HP retal dmg

"We are on our last leg over here Cain!" She called him out once wounds begun to take a toll on movement and strikes alike, knees trembling for a moment, steadying the grip on her blade once Cain granted a few seconds of respite with his own offense.

The phalanx set around Regan shattered like crystal at her own will once she switched to the offensive, in more ways than one.

"PLANNING BEFORE JUMPING HEADFIRST WHEN WE ARE OUTNUMBERED. USE YOUR HEAD FOR MORE THAN JUST DRINK VIRTUAL PIXELATED BLOOD LIKE A DISCOUNT MUPPET DRACULA."

Getting into close range yet again, she put reliance on the swift cuts of arcane that extended her range, only these begun to lose power, precision, and every cut felt minimal with her wobbly technique. From a razor-sharp sword, to no better than a butter knife against their monstrous foes.

At least she brought the attention upon herself, hopefully what they would need for their bard to make or do their little adventure least their bodies begin to drop like flies right now.
@Cain Darlite @Regan

Rolls

Steady Attack
6d20 exploding (5 + 3 + 12 + 19 + 5 + 1) + 10 + 0 = 55
55 damage (Explosions: 0)

Arcanamancy | Fiora Di Angelo | 533

Dissonant Baboon [Enraged]

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[Cain Darlite]

80 / 170

Who could surpass a bard when it came to reading the tempo of battle? At times, one ought to swing back, weaving songs into succor to aid the breaking bodies of the frontline. At other times, one ought to stand tall, booming voice inspiring allies to greater heights. But at this time, with both his charges flagging while the baboons became even more dangerous through the provocations of Regan, there was only one thing to do.

Cain pulled the trigger.

The metronome's needle was torn out, and the astral banner unfurled to a galactic length. As the last of Fiora's arcane constructions shattered, the darkness of a star's death drew them back in, reforging the phalanx and the flurry into a singular blade. Not a sword to slice through evil, nor a spear to pierce through the night, nor an axe to cleave through the hordes, but a scythe to reap their heads.

"Duck."

Dark vespers surged up his swallowtail suit, corruption summoned at this critical juncture. The noose that weighed the world chastised his actions, but he would not allow lives to be lost without expending the entirety of his efforts first! Gritting his teeth, forcing blood into his arms, spiking up the tempo of his heart, Cain swung his arcane sickle in a full circle, encompassing the entirety of the dissonant horde.

A Ring of Saturn.

The arcane constructions faded. The astral banner shrunk once more. And the horde...was silenced, frozen in mid-motion, until, one by one, their heads fell, rolling gently to rest at the feet of their neighbors, the trails of blood left behind forming a perfect circle. Perhaps it would be something to be praised if he were a Hemomancer, but instead, Cain only let out a long sigh. Regan was excitable, and he had partied with the reckless before. Fiora, with all her efforts to be the vanguard, ended up being the one closest to death. And night would fall by the time they reached the Star Springs, causing an even deadlier circumstance for them to traverse through.

It mattered not the brightness of the stars or moon, when hunters preferred the deep shadows all the more.

"There may be wisdom in retreating now," Cain spoke, gesturing to the own state of his clothing, the wounds that bled from beneath his attire. "Either that, or finding rest, lest we become overrun by more of these corroded puppets whilst wounded. And..." He gestured towards all the heads that have rolled. "...in matters of creating an encampment, Regan, we do have plenty to stake upon sticks as warning to others of their kind."

Rolls

Counter
1d100 (28) + 25 + 20 + 20 = 93
93 damage
Counter successful! 20 damage added. Take 10 less damage
Astramancy | Cain Darlite | 533
Surge Activated (+60 to a roll/+3 to Haste/+15 to Inspire/+3 revive targets) | Cain Darlite | 533

Dissonant Baboons [Enraged]

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