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 FP: 5 | Phys: [][][][] | Ment: [][][] ------------------------------------------------- "BWAHAHA! And to think the worst I got was a chop to the head for my foolishness! ANOTHER ROUND!" Ramah was his ever-present beaming self, even if the incessant beaming was a bit dwarfed by the rather grisly description of song structures and their inherent meanings and drunken ramblings of barroom brawls past. Most of his involvement in the vicious circle of conversation had been interjecting deafening punctuations on rousing fight stories and commentary directed elsewhere regarding the sizzling and dazzling display of foodstuffs marched out before them. Several plates have found themselves stacked in front of Ramah as he sampled as much of this section of Ravnica's cuisine as physically possible, while cups and cups of cheap sake were replaced with cups and cups of cheap beer. By now, a few of the more humorless customers have more than begun to give him in particular the stink eye, perhaps kept from action by his massive height and his even taller spear, gently rocking like a banner standard. This strangely delicate balance was rather suddenly flipped over by the realization that the entire table had just been robbed. The seven foot tall giant almost immediately kicked himself out from under the table, balancing himself on the chair as he ruffled through his things. To his dismay, he had found what was missing soon enough. A great feather of a legendary bird spirit that ascended to the stars, quills of brass adorned with an eye that shined as brilliantly as rubies and always looked to the skies. The feather was a token, a powerful symbol that proved that nothing was impossible. But that wasn't the really, really big problem here. The problem was that feather was in the same bag as a series of love poems that Ramah was writing in anticipation of relaying them to his true love, and that is just plain unacceptable. "THE INCONSIDERATE CRETINS!" Ramah bellowed as he seemingly spun off of his chair. However, by the time he had set down, the entire room had turned into a gigantic mess in about three different ways. As a waitress trips up from the mass of chairs and tables that the elven historian had become, Ramah grabs the tray and catches her out of pure reflex. In a single smooth motion, he props her back up and slides the tray right into her hands before spinning around and buckling his legs in, the path clear before him as a window quickly opens ahead. But before that, he reaches down and yanks the buff elf out of the pile of wood, oriental decorations, and food that had unceremoniously been formed and hoisted her in some fashion over his shoulder. "LET US BE AFTER THEM! MAKE WAY MY FRIENDS, I MUST TAKE LARGE STEPS!" And with a punctuation of a slam of the flat end of his spear on the ground, Ramah dashes off into the crowd, awkwardly carrying Gwenyvyn with him seemingly unaffected. Fleet of foot, Ramah seemingly dances along tables and chairs and openings in the crowd, hopping from one place to another as he makes a beeline straight for an opening. Like an arrow of a gazelle in a bull infested china shop, Ramah makes a dive for it. Activating Kung-Fu Hustle so I can be a fantastic cheater ninja man all over this place. AlanWhats posted:
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Cast an enchantment on a person or object by affecting internal energies.
Defend against magic advantages by channeling, deconstructing, or redirecting the spell.
Throw lightning, thunder, and other explosive things during physical conflict.
Solve problems with charged infusions of mana (i.e. electrically...for now).
Use your education and theoretical knowledge to create or discover aspects, either with study or by remembering details.
Know things and solve problems based on your education and theoretical knowledge.
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FP: 5-1=4 | Phys: [][][][] | Ment: [][][] ------------------------------------------------- "We were EXTRAORDINARILY DRUNK!" Ramah bellows. "And your staff are EXTRAORDINARILY INCONSIDERATE!!!" He would comment on the fact that people are commenting about having to wash blood out of their dresses and people turning into wolf people but at the moment none of that mattered. With that comment, Ramah backflips and spins out the window, bouncing from the window sill ever upward as he searches for high ground. Among the neoclassical skyscrapers and buildings, Ramah springs from foothold and handhold to foothold and handhold. As the wondrously foolish man hangs off of the side of a building, he stares down into the alleys and dust-filled streets, finding himself met with a far more opaque view than he had hoped. Rolling Notice to try and find where everybody went. Spending a fate point to invoke A Candle In The Dark to peer through the mess. Basically pointless but oh well. <Krysmbot> AlanWhats, --/-+4 = 1 <AlanWhats> ...w o w <AlanWhats> !r fudge+4 <Krysmbot> AlanWhats, //-/+4 = 3
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FP: 5-1=4 | Phys: [][][][] | Ment: [][][] ------------------------------------------------- With that realization, seeing the goblins disappear in a puff of smoke and civil engineering, Ramah does a pirouette off of the window sill he is presently perched upon down to the street. A group of unfortunate workers became subject to the sound of thunder from the sudden meteoric landing of the piece of man meat from the sky. Right along Cadaveria's and the goblin chef's line of sight. "FELLOW THEFT VICTIMS!" Ramah bellows as he pops up straight like a stepped on shovel. "ONWARD IN THIS DIRECTION!" And thus, he bounded off deer style into the tunnels, being followed by a woman in a corset and billowing dress and a scarred up drunken mercenary and preceded by a rumbling sound akin to a rolling ball of bull hooves.
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FP: 4 | Phys: [][][][] | Ment: [][][] ------------------------------------------------- Clip-clop, clip-clop went the sandals on Ramah's feet as he ran up the refuse encrusted bridge. Upon reaching the entrance to the altar room he skid off to the side, being smacked in the face with the heat and the stench and the noise. His eyes widened, his face turned like a furious hawk as he witnessed the pouch that contained the writings of his love. And the potentially cosmically important feather, but that wasn't what had him so royally pissed off. Such was his fury that he grabbed the chef goblin, yanking him from the grasp of the one currently yanking his ear, and started shaking him. The poor wretch was shaken up and down and side to side relentlessly as Ramah spat and shouted in an apoplectic rage."YOU SEE THIS TREACHERY! THIS COWARDICE! If you are so bent on that which is mine, then allow me to force upon you a gift that you can DELIVER TO THEM YOURSELF!!!" As if to punctuate his statement, the knuckles on his other hand begin to crackle and tremble and rumble. The gigantic spear in his hand finds itself flung into the air as the goblin finds an open palm slammed into his chest. The sheer force of the blow was doubled by the sudden boom of kinetic energy now surging through the goblin's body, humming and shaking like an earthquake as a slap emanates throughout the room. Then, just as unceremoniously as he had been shaken, the goblin is grabbed by the head and chucked full force into the heart of the ritual, right at the back of the demon's head. Upon impact, the energy bursts forth the room with a thunderous clap, assaulting all unfortunate enough to be in the vicinity with a vertiginous daze and the feeling of being fried by a thousand tiny fires. To which, Ramah simply catches the gigantic spear from the air and roars once more. "CHALLENGE ME!!!" Rolling Thundercast to Create an Advanatage by chucking this goblin charged full of spirit carbonation and have his spirit energy explode like a soda can. <AlanWhats> aright time to make a goblin into a spirit flashbang <AlanWhats> !r fudge+4 <@Krysmbot> AlanWhats, +--++4 = 4
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FP: 4 | Phys: [][][][] | Ment: [][][] ------------------------------------------------- The big demon was currently about to do a jig to the wailing violinist's tune, and the cloven-hoofed warrior has just entered the fray with the single swipe of an exotic sabre, a slice that would put win the approval of many of the monks of the Sage Eye Stronghold. As Gwenyvyn turned to face the group she had diced, the wind sucks backwards, buckling under the gravity well of Ramah's will. His hair fanned as feathers, and the spear in his hands formed a ladder of heaven's flame. The static cracked, his sandals bent for a brief second, and thus he took off. What the goblins see is far less elegant; a spiraling mass seemingly defined by hair and spiky bits of metal and electric variety doing a horizontal pirouette straight in their direction. Ramah bulldozed into the crowd as though a giant had tossed a drill, and he spun like a top for a brief instant, his legs and head providing brief and temporary fulcrums as his frenzied stabs strike out, every strike aimed true and brutally quickly. HEY MAN HOW ABOUT A SPIRAL, YOU LIKE SPIRALS I LIKE SPIRALS LETS SPIRAL (Combat on goblins a whole lot, using Sky Cracking Spear Style to get Weapon:2 on this attack.) <AlanWhats> I KNOW IMMA DO MU BUT FIRST THIS <AlanWhats> !r fudge+4 <Krysmbot> AlanWhats, +-/++4 = 5
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FP: 4 | Phys: [][][][] | Ment: [][][] ------------------------------------------------- Ramah could care not a wit less about such simple things as rock throwing, such is his ability to dodge and deflect them. Defending with Athletics <AlanWhats> !r fudge+5 <Krysmbot> AlanWhats, +-+++5 = 7 At the call to arms, Ramah smiles. "You got it, sister!" And off Ramah goes, springing from fence post to fence post, running right up behind the demon. "Don't be rude, you dastardly creature! I've had quite a few dances in my time, and though I tend to be light on my toes, you just have TWO LEFT FEET!" With that, Ramah slides in between the demon's legs, aiming to catch the back of his heels with the giant spear, yanking Ramah upward as it sends the demon downward. Creating an Advantage with Athletics <AlanWhats> !r fudge+5 <Krysmbot> AlanWhats, /+/-+5 = 5
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FP: 4 | Phys: [][][][] | Ment: [][][] ------------------------------------------------- The sheer force of Ramah's stunt caused him to fling upward when the demon decided to be discourteous and stay standing. His hands slipped from the spear, sending him flying far above the demon's head as it ignited itself. As the demon is currently being ignited and taunted from all directions, Ramah spins in the air. The wafts of red and white mana ignite against his skin as he spins, twirling in the air as he hangs for a moment. One of the sparks glints against his pearly white teeth as he looks down and begins his fall. "IT IS TOO LATE FOR YOU MONSTER! I'M CUTTING IN!!!" With a swing around of his body, the sparks drill through the cloak of fire, Ramah's leg following right along side it. A thunderous snap to the base of the neck follows up, a sonic boom cracking along his foot as he strikes like a snake. Rolling Thundercast to defend against the cloak of flames: <AlanWhats> !r fudge+4 <Krysmbot> AlanWhats, -+//+4 = 4 Rolling Combat, using a free invoke off of LARGER THAN LIFE to get a +2 <AlanWhats> !r fudge+5 <Krysmbot> AlanWhats, -+/-+5 = 4 +2 = 6
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FP: 4 | Phys: [][][][] | Ment: [][][] ------------------------------------------------- Ramah lies on the floor for a moment, having just been thrown down like a lawn dart. He managed to duck into the force of the blow, and as such he flipped onto his back with something of a splat. "Nay, just my pride, and only that by inches." Just as he finishes saying that, Mercy begins to fall on him, whether by intent of seeing him as a squishy place to land on or by an accident of being tripped by detritus. With a quick dash of his outstretched arms he manages to just avoid being crushed. "I feel as though that is not true for all of us, though!" As he manages to get up and hold Mercy up at the same time, he also looks longingly at his spear just out of reach. Until he can determine what to do with Mercy though, his trusty spear lays there, a testament to the physical laws of misapplied momentum.
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