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Post by Marlow on Aug 26, 2015 18:45:21 GMT -5
((OOC: Forgotten seems far too enthused for this to be a good idea. ))
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Kurts
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Post by Kurts on Aug 26, 2015 19:07:11 GMT -5
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 26, 2015 20:09:17 GMT -5
Must roll 130+ to get up the hill to engage.
Nick (-45): 126 (-55) Crowl (-20): 151 Dudley (-40): 79 (-70) Ella (unscathed!): 138 Maekar (-50): 98 (-70) Amelia (-20): 161 (used fire against ice) Riley (-35): 81 (out) Kalvin (-40): 138
Oriax (-55, subjugate on everyone but Kalvin and Ella): 140 (-65 now)
Amelia's fireball burns Oriax's body hair off, and he is in sheer stall mode as he summons ice to make the path up the hill too slippery to ascend. The heroes slip and slide going up, and his second spell lifts the ice and flips it over, slamming most of them to the ground. Kalvin and the Crowl alone are mostly unfazed. Oriax is now trying to open a small cut in realty to escape through.
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 26, 2015 20:12:05 GMT -5
Ilvar returns to the foray, wielding bow and arrow against the Usurper. He gives a cool battlecry in some dead wildling tongue.
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Aug 26, 2015 20:15:01 GMT -5
Maekar crawls out from under the ice, and slowly gets to his feet. His head spins, and he starts limping his way towards the horses.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 26, 2015 20:19:12 GMT -5
With everyone so crowded around Oriax, Amelia decides to use shadows instead, shaping them like floating blades to hack at the sorcerer.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 26, 2015 20:23:05 GMT -5
Crowl: 156 Ilvar: 129 Ella: 175 Amelia: 162 Kalvin: 129
Oriax: 149 (-70), not attempting to cast spells
As his welder cuts space and time, Oriax is hit by an arrow from the newcomer, even as shadowy hornets buzz him and sting him all over. A tear appears in the air, and a massive tentacle emerges from it. It does not seem to be Oriax's friend, either, judging from his response.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 26, 2015 20:26:08 GMT -5
Amelia attempts a very simple spell - gathering a thin line of shadows under Oriax's feet and then pulling them out like a carpet, making him trip in the direction of the tentacle.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 26, 2015 20:28:53 GMT -5
Amelia: 176 Oriax: 112
Amelia's spell sends him headlong into the hundred foot tentacle, which reels him in like a fishing line. The rift seals itself after a few seconds, the strange knife dropping to the ground.
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Karyl Crowl
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Aug 26, 2015 20:33:43 GMT -5
Crowl stares at the place where Oriax and the tentacle vanished. "Is that it?" He asks kind of disappointingly, before surveying the field of Barrows.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 26, 2015 20:34:33 GMT -5
Amelia falls to her knees and throws up, exhausted and drained from spellcasting and wounds. "Son of a bitch is gone..." She manages, before slowly pushing herself to her feet. "Careful with that knife!"
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 26, 2015 20:39:12 GMT -5
Ilvar fell upon his knees and sang a disturbing but rather catchy hymn to his masters.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 26, 2015 20:42:14 GMT -5
Everyone is in a different shade of utter ruin, save Ella. Riley is delirious with pain, talking to herself in her own language as she stares at the sky, laying on the ground. Kalvin is bleeding from six wounds, Nick seems to have lost control of his right hand for now, and Dudley and Maekar are both fading from blood loss.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 26, 2015 20:42:27 GMT -5
With just about enough strength returned, Amelia just went a picked the knife up herself. Carefully. She then studied it, seeing if she could detect any magic.
Ella meanwhile made helped Dud safely to the ground, cradling his head. "You'll be alright, you fool," She said softly.
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Karyl Crowl
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Aug 26, 2015 20:44:23 GMT -5
Crowl finds a large stick to use as a shovel and starts digging his way through the erupted Barrows trying to find anything fun to decorate his new castle with, he's a cannibal, this is legit tomb raiding for him.
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