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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 26, 2015 9:46:25 GMT -5
---Bows 85 --Small Blades 75
Skinchanging 75
Wight the power: Ilvar's connection to the Old Gods of the planet enable his attacks to damage the White Walkers. Any wight or person he kills cannot be raised from the dead, and any shapeshifting roll over 140 allows him to heal all wounds upon transferring bodies.
Blessing of the Old Gods: Ilvar gains varying bonuses to his abilities based on his proximity to weir wood trees. The bonus starts at +15 and degrades by 1 for every mile of distance, capping at 25 miles when he is at -10
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Ilvar scoffs at the portal and what it spits out. "Well... that's a new one on me." This was a different sort of Long Night than he had prepared for.
The Faithful considered drawing his bow, but decided it was a poor carpenter who first drew his hammer before the chisel. He muttered to Karwin, "Best of luck, boy, but make like I'm dead."
The wildling dropped to the ground, promptly leaving his old skin in the snow. Ilvar's stretched out his essence like a voracious amoeba, hoping that the Grey Man was still human enough to have something to something to interact, a brain, a heart, a soul. He knew in the absence of any of those, he would find some sort of will to wrestle with, and prayed to the Great Other, whom Oriax had discarded, for a death that was not meaningless.
Skinchanging Roll against Oriax (No idea where the nearest Weirwood tree is)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 26, 2015 14:10:37 GMT -5
Round 1: The Breaking: The purpose of this round is to try destroying all of Oriax's minions. Good luck!
Crowl: 190 (+10 next round) Richard: 155 (-35, apex predator)
The Crowl starts his revenge campaign on a good note, savaging the former Lord of Gulltown. Ironically, that makes two former Lords of the same city fighting each other.
Maekar (+5): 148 Cassadar: 123 (dodge)
Cassadar is stupidly fast, and he evades Maekar's well aimed strikes with aplomb and verve and plenty of other 1930s sounding adjectives.
Dudley: 166 Justin: 134 (-5)
Dudley lands an easy blow on the former Ser Justin, and he feels a little more justified in his place as he does.
Riley (+20): 137 Harrys: 146
Riley's shadows envelop the massive ball of fire Harrys launches at her, and the heat of the blaze makes everyone in the battle feel it. She suffocates it inside the tentacles of shadow but misses her counterspell.
Cassana: 131 (-15) Jeddicus: 160 (-20 for trying shadow against type)
Cassana ignores the heat and Jeddicus fails at his attempts to roast her like a chicken,so as she closes he digs into his memories and unleashes a swarm of small shadowy needles that pierce parts of her armor, cutting her deeply.
Ilvar (+4 for weirwood proximity): 143 Amelia: 193
Oriax: 179 (-5)
As Ilvar distracts the sorcerer, removing his ability to focus on one thing at a time, making him fight for his very sanity, Amelia takes advantage of the opening to crush the dimensional space about him, pulling some of the little life he possesses into it, burning like absolute zero. Oriax uses a titanic act of will to force Ilvar out for the moment, but his ritual casting is ruined for now.
Nick: (trying to close the portal): 165 Oriax (portal): 133 (-32, closes at -100)
Kalvin: 179 (-20) The horde: 211
Apparently no one told Kalvin he was facing all seventeen of the remaining spirits by himself, which is just wonderful for him as he tries his best to kite them away from the fight, but he is getting swarmed from moment one.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 26, 2015 14:35:36 GMT -5
Crowl: 161 Richard: 89 (dead)
The Crowl does what he always does. This time there's no physical body to maim though which is kinda lame.
Maekar: 187 Cassadar: 122
Maekar slams his spear right into the ghost's stomach, and the terrorist hisses as contact is made.
Dudley: 109 (-30) Justin: 171
Maybe the Mallisters should have kept Seagard after all. If there were like...any left. Justin's greatsword smashes Dudley's blocks and smites his armor.
Riley: 189 Harrys: 130 (-35)
Riley is quick to counter now, taking the ambient moisture in the air and forming it into an almost unbreakable suit of armor around Harrys, then smashing it and letting the ice particles slice and dice him open.
Cassana (-15): 94 (-20) Jeddicus: 121
Cassana takes another hit from shadow darts, and blood oozes from her armor as she tries to corral the elusive Asshaiian ghost.
Ilvar: 129 (-10) Amelia: 141 (-5)
Oriax: 155
The dark sorcerer erects a magical trap and Ilvar feels his soul burn with otherwordly cold as Oriax turns his attention to Amelia. He scratches his dagger into the air and an ornate "O" signs itself on her belly as he cuts the air, blood dripping through her tunic.
Nick: 156 Portal: 81 (-76, closed)
The magic killing sword manages to close the portal to the spirit world.
Kalvin: 161 Horde: 145 (-10)
Kalvin somehow counters the entire mob and smites two of the spirits.
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 26, 2015 14:46:33 GMT -5
Ilvar recoils from the chill, silently cursing the sorcerer, before redepositing his essence into as many nearby birds as possible, before hurling himselves at the Grey Man.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 26, 2015 15:00:49 GMT -5
Round 3
Nick is moving to help Cassana while the Crowl barrels into the crowl-d.
Maekar: 196 Cassadar: 107
Maekar finishes his destruction of Cassadar casually, seeking new prey.
Dudley: 151 Justin: 104 (-25 now)
Dudley is never down and out, and he comes back around to give the former legendary another taste of paladin-ness. His sword smashes the man's jaw and leaves the spirit threads hanging limply.
Riley: 134 Harrys: 101 (-55 now)
Riley waves about like Queen Elsa and icicles bury themselves in the former bastard sorcerer.
Nick: 191 Cassana: 109 (-55) Jeddicus: 161 (-20)
Cassana's armor is useless now as another voley of darts stabs her, but as she collapses a moment Jeddicus's coup de grace is eaten by the sword. Nick slashes him across the leg with it and drives him back.
Kalvin: 141 (-40) Half the Horde!: 180 (100)
Crowl: 192 (+10 next round) Second Half: 161 (-30 now)
Kalvin is still being mobbed, but his sacrifice enables the Crowl to get behind the group and charge in like a raging animal, flinging the bodies everywhere. Kal is in worse shape than Winterfell at this point.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 26, 2015 15:02:05 GMT -5
Ilvar: 139 (-30) Amelia: 176 (-15 now)
Oriax: 189
Oriax kills some of the birds with his fire, reanimates them on the fly, and then wings them at Amelia and Ilvar, who are impaled by their own dead birds' beaks.
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Aug 26, 2015 15:12:27 GMT -5
Maekar takes a quick assessment of the fight, and moves to help Dudley.
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 26, 2015 15:24:14 GMT -5
Ilvar uses what remains of his flock to fend off the dead ones, before deciding he needs something sturdier. He begins stretching out to find something sturdier to claim nearby, if possible.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 26, 2015 15:26:33 GMT -5
Maekar: 131 (-20) Dudley: 162 (-35 now) Justin: 180
Justin sees the spearman, and he dodges his first strike and smashes both the warriors with the skill he had shown in life. In death, he is much the same, only he never tires.
Riley: 155 Harrys: 78
Riley forms a small globe of cold inside Harrys and freezes him solid from the inside out. Then she tips him over with a pixie-ish giggle
Nick: 151 Cassana: 117 Jeddicus: 121 (-40)
Nick is hacking the wizard up, and his spells do nothing. The sword is starting to make an odd sound, though.
Kalvin (-40): 145 Mob: 98 (-35)
Kalvin is on the offensive now, killing three spirits as they seek to destroy him. Wounded severely he is the match for two normal men.
Crowl: 176 Mob: 112
As usual, normal laws do not apply when fighting the Crowl. Even the spirits seem to feel fear as he rips and tears into them.
Ilvar finds a fucking grey wolf.: 146 (full heal) Amelia: 167
Oriax: 155 (-10 now)
Amelia takes her own blood and forms it into bullet shaped projectiles, then sets them on fire and lets'em fly at the sorcerer, who seems momentarily distracted as his robes char a bit.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 26, 2015 15:44:03 GMT -5
Maekar: 144 Dudley: 134 Justin: 102 (-60)
The two men combine to start picking apart the warrior, and a coup de grace is likely.
Nick: 134 Cassana: 99 (-80) Jeddicus: 139
Cassana is out for the count, and a stiff drink could kill her now. Jeddicus is having his little shadow puppets spiral everywhere, slicing holes about, and the sword seems overloaded on energy and doesn't work anymore.
Kalvin: 139 Crowl: 146 Mob: 87 (-60, -85 dead)
Crowl and Kalvin mop up the rest of the dead.
Ilvar the wolf! 154 Amelia the not a wolf! 143
Oriax: 131 (-20 now)
Ilvar somehow bites the wizard, hwo isn't paying attention to a dog, and Amelia slides a nice shadow dagger in for good measure.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 26, 2015 16:00:50 GMT -5
Maekar and Dudley powers combined we are captain planet!: 301 Justin: 89
The two make a fine sashimi dish out of the old legend.
Nick: 161 Jeddicus: 91
Nick guts Jeddicus and rushes to his sister in non-bastard law.
Everyone else goes for the Oriax dogpile!
Riley: 114 (-35) Amelia: 119 (-40 now) Kalvin (-40): 171 Crowl: 126 (-20) Ilvar: 98 (-35) Ella: 171
Oriax: 167
Oriax melts the wolf attacking him with a look of annoyance, and as the five begin their charge at him, he casually points his dagger at one of the barrows. Apparently NOT blowing them up was Amelia's best idea ever, because his dagger glows red, red as blood, and then orange and then bright molten yellow, and a beam of heat lances at the tomb. Dozens of crates of wildfire ignite and the forty foot hill detonates with the strength of a modern artillery strike, sending showers of rocks hundreds of feet into the air, the shockwave making ears bleed from the pulse and knocking people over, the green hellfire raining down burning any it touches.
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 26, 2015 16:06:50 GMT -5
Ilvar's human shell screams when the wolf dies. When the inferno comes, he is just conscious enough to realize it is a not an aura effect caused by the intense pain, and begins sprinting as best he can away from it.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 26, 2015 16:08:41 GMT -5
Amelia is blown to the ground by the explosion and proceeds to fuck off far away from it. Time to plan for attempt #3.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Aug 26, 2015 16:13:02 GMT -5
Dud begins to thank Tyrell for the help, and then he sees the explosions. "I think it's time we leave." Dud says as he rushes away from the flames
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 26, 2015 16:24:17 GMT -5
Nick hasn't had nearly enough yet. He alone is virtually uninjured thus far, and his sword is visibly shaking with the overload of magic it's had to absorb. He waves the others off for now and grabs a non-danger of exploding sword on his way. Oriax chuckles at first, but he feels the sudden suppression aura come over him a moment and his expression grows more serious.
Nick: 152 (-10) Oriax: 166
Oriax focuses all his effort on spellcasting, and his fingertips glow white as a slender beam hits the sword, seeking to simply destroy it. The humming sound grows louder and louder, and finally a wall of simple force blasts the northern bastard backwards.
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