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Serenity HP 21/21 | Armor 2 | Load 3/9 | XP 6/15 No...it wasn't Anastasia. She was still above, far above, dueling a storm. Then who was this golden deity she was watching? And did it matter? The sun had come alive, a brilliant fiery radiance castigating the darkness. She did not worship the solar pantheon, nor the elemental lords, but she gave them their due respect. And how better to honor them than to lift her voice in song? Arcane Art: 2d6+3 10 Branwen heals: 2d8 3 hp, and takes +1d4 forward to damage as Serenity shifts into a hymn to Bombarda Shardix fucked around with this message at 11:27 on Dec 31, 2018 |
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Serenity HP 21/21 | Armor 2 | Load 3/9 | XP 7/15 Lunging forward, her arms trailing behind, Serenity let loose a piercing scream at the blade as it arced through the air. Metal Hurlant: 2d6+1 10 Damage: 1d10 1 Her thoughts were fragile scattered things, flitting from one touchstone to the next as her senses tried to separate themselves from the kaleidoscopic madness of great powers fighting for space in her thoughts. Her gods, the pearl, the all-encompassing cacophony of the battlefield. Clutching her head, she pressed her eyes closed and took advantage of Savior's unintended gift. It helped a little, the muzzleflash of firearms no longer hurling shooting stars across her field of view. Hauling herself upwards on her coils, she swayed above the were-hyena that had attacked Bran and stared through it. His soul burned, yes, but like a guttering candle. A creature given over wholly to the darker powers that resided in the deeps and become lesser for it. Her companions were more akin to the sun and she turned her face towards Branwen, basking in the spiritual warmth. They were holding here it seemed, and the twin suns that accompanied her would not fall so long as her voice remained to her. Defend: 2d6+1 6 Attempting to hold her current position. Shardix fucked around with this message at 02:27 on Jan 5, 2019 |
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Serenity HP 21/21 | Armor 2 | Load 3/9 | XP 7/15 Serenity pushed herself up from the pavement, leaning on an arm as she tried to clear her head. As she ran a hand across her face her nerves sang out, over sensitized from the power flowing through her. Like with Ighirian's rod, she felt as though she'd just been the unwitting conduit for a power far beyond her ken and paid a price for it. As she tried to call out to her companions the price became apparent. Her throat seemed to work perfectly fine but nothing came out. How irritating. As she righted herself, a hand reached back into her pack and withdrew the Bodhi shell. Casting her eyes over to Ramona, Serenity called forth her skills. There was still nothing to criticize about her embouchure, though she didn't really possess thighs to be worked on any more. So it goes. Arcane Art: 2d6+3 6 Ramona heals: 2d8 6 hp and the next time someone successfully assists her with aid, she gets +2 instead of +1 Shardix fucked around with this message at 06:35 on Jan 12, 2019 |
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Jan 12, 2019 00:25
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Serenity HP 21/21 | Armor 2 | Load 3/9 | XP 7/15 Serenity stared at Ramona for a long moment before taking the lozenge and pointing to her own eyes and then back behind them. She'd keep watch, and remain silently grateful that she was silent. No, Ramona probably did not mean to be so carelessly hateful and possessive. It just came about as an unfortunate scar of her past. That didn't make the needles in the mind that the bounty hunter's words aroused go away - it simply made them bearable. As she kept watch, her thoughts strayed back to the vision she had seen. The promise Savior had made. It was no doubt a foolish thing, to trust the pearl. It would bring her to ruin as it had everyone else it became entangled with. And yet... Serenity realized in a cold sharp instant she was not actually afraid of such a thing. So long as she could keep safe those she loved. How angry would Ramona be if she were to try and filch the pearl? Livid beyond measure perhaps, but again. Serenity would accept all the fury Ramona had in her if it meant Anastasia's life.
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Jan 15, 2019 05:09
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Serenity HP 21/21 | Armor 2 | Load 3/9 | XP 7/15 Serenity narrowed her eyes in distaste. These things again. She and 01 had been forced into a fight with one some months back, before they had ever booked passage aboard The Shrieking Harpy. Well, more like they had entered into the vicinity of one and the machine admitted it had been far to long since he had killed anything and if the bard did not wish to be that anything, she had better do as he said. She had never gotten the chance to inquire how he knew the thing was susceptible to certain rhythmic motions but it proven true - much to the beasts short-lived regret. She suspected it had something to do with how they "saw". Lacking eyes, they appeared to be able to sense vibrations in the air, and the way a humanoid form moved while dancing affected them on an instinctual level. It caused Gibberwocks to act more akin to a cat curiously stalking a mouse, rather than the much more commonplace mad scramble to rend their victim asunder as swiftly and violently as possible. A quick series of signed gestures indicating her intent and she slithered forward, eyeing her foes as their haunting cries echoed through the city. Raising herself up high, she closed her eyes and began to sway, falling into an internal rhythm while she tried to block out the horrible screaming. Just pretend you are dancing for Anastasia and trust that Bran and Ramona can deal with them. The thought did help, a little. DD+Cha to distract the Gibberwocks and provide an opening @Shardix: 2d6+3 = (2+4)+3 = 9
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Serenity HP 14/21 | Armor 2 | Load 3/9 | XP 7/15 @Shardix: 1d8+5 = (4)+5 = 9 -2 armor for 7 As the Gibberwock slowly stalked towards her, Serenity tried to quell the shrieking agony coursing up and down her body. She had mastery over herself, and she did not serve her instincts. Her instincts served her. Remaining still, she waited for the beast to approach and braced herself. Sensing it's bulk looming above, she whipped herself around and brought the conch to her lips and let loose a mighty blast. Metal Hurlant: 2d6+1 12 Damage: 1d10 1 It is also deafened for a few minutes She wasted no time in seeing how it affected the creature. She simply turned and dug her nails into the ground and hauled herself away as quickly as possible, her lower half thrashing wildly before gaining purchase and propelling her to whatever safety she could find. Shardix fucked around with this message at 03:37 on Jan 27, 2019 |
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Jan 27, 2019 03:34
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Serenity HP 21/21 | Armor 2 | Load 3/9 | XP 7/15 After a hug and words of heartfelt gratitude to her Morning Glory, Serenity took up the reins once again and got underway. She let her companions choose the course, her thoughts mostly taken up with the strange new sensation the gills provided. Whatever else might end up being said of this entire journey since boarding the Shrieking Harpy, she could not deny it had been full of fascinating new experiences. Her attention was drawn back into the present when she spotted a bright light streak by in her peripheral vision and slam into the dome they had just left. Without even thinking, her tail's eel-like motion shifted and began to angle her to turn back towards it. @Shardix: 2d6+2 spout lore = (1+6)+2 = 9 What the hell was that?
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Feb 8, 2019 04:29
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Serenity HP 21/21 | Armor 2 | Load 3/9 | XP 7/15 Serenity hauled herself up, resigned to the fact that her cousin was not likely to be dissuaded from his madness. Yet she was obliged to try one last time to reach him. "Ighirian, please. I know the man you once were still exists within you. This crusade of yours does not need to continue."
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Serenity HP 21/21 | Armor 2 | Load 3/9 | XP 7/15 "Do you think I fear serving the Mother Serpent? What she wishes me to witness and what she wishes me to accomplish hold no terror in my heart. You, too, could find a life of purpose, free of uncertainty, in her arms. If you so chose." Turning to her comrades, she gave them a firm nod. "All I will ask is that if he will not surrender, do not make him suffer." At that, and at Branwen's loss of patience, Serenity quickly turned and swam away to avoid Ighirian's opening blows. Hauling the horn from her satchel again she let loose with a clarion call; a call to battle tempered by sorrow at the need. Arcane Art: 2d6+3 13 Ramona takes +1d4 forward to damage and heals Healing Song: 2d8 5 hp Shardix fucked around with this message at 14:29 on Feb 11, 2019 |
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Serenity HP 21/21 | Armor 2 | Load 3/9 | XP 8/15 @Shardix: 2d6+2 recall a special moment between Serenity and Ighirian she can use to try and talk him down = (6+6)+2 = 14 you tried to talk him out of going formavit once, and you almost got him to change his mind, but something came between you that kept the conversation unresolved "I was scarcely more than a child when you disappeared, and I had not the words to save you. Even now I fear I have no words except that you are still my family and there is nothing I will not do for my family! Let go of this madness! Cast aside Scrimshaw and be my beloved Ighirian again!" Serenity bared her heart while grimly readying herself against the abomination. Whatever hell it's soul had been dragged back from had done it no favors - when it came for them she would have to be ready. @Shardix: 2d6+1 defending Ramona = (3+1)+1 = 5
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Serenity HP 21/21 | Armor 2 | Load 3/9 | XP 8/15 Perhaps she could still get through to Ighirian, but she had to ensure he didn't kill Bran first. Cutting sinuously through the water, Serenity came around from his side and looped beneath him. He was too focused on her daughter to see what she was trying to do, and the time he thought to look behind him it was too late. Her coils suddenly clamped down around his many legs and she rose up behind him and wrenched his arms back into a full nelson. She brought her head around next to his, her lips at his ear. "Be at peace! I beg you! This madness will not ease your pain, only drive you further from those that care about you. Please." Constricting Scrimshaw so he cannot pursue Bran: +STR @Shardix: 2d6 = (5+4) = 9
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Serenity HP 21/21 | Armor 2 | Load 3/9 | XP 8/15 What a pity. She had never thought of Ighirian as being so weak that the truth of their people could shatter him so. Go. Find somewhere far away and silent to put your mind back together. Perhaps then you will be ready to accept that you choose your own path, and that it may may changed at your will. Casting Ighirian from her thoughts for now, Serenity whipped her gaze back to Bran and than to the Gibberwock. She motioned to the spasming beast as she brought the bodhi shell back to her lips and sounded a great victory call. Let her daughter be reinvigorated and strengthened, and let the tritons know another bastion of this city had fallen. Arcane Art: 2d6+3 11 The next time someone successfully assists Bran with aid, she gets +2 instead of +1, and also heals Healing Song: 2d8 12 hp
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Serenity HP 21/21 | Armor 2 | Load 3/9 | XP 8/15 As her breath left her, Serenity immediately doubled over and reversed course back to the sled. Once she managed to get her torso into the air pocket she clung angrily to the conveyance, glaring furiously outward. Was this simply pollution, or some sort of chemical weapon? The dead suggested the latter - they would not have all been laid to rest so neatly if they had simply wandered into a pocket of inlivable ocean. It was clear who was ultimately responsible for this, but someone much closer to the ground gave the order. If they still lived and she got her hands on them, Serenity silently promised they would be handed over to the tritons with a smile. As a gift, they would not bring these warriors back. Yet perhaps it would bring peace to those they'd left behind. Shardix fucked around with this message at 01:23 on Mar 18, 2019 |
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Serenity HP 21/21 | Armor 2 | Load 3/9 | XP 8/15 you see all of what just happened there with ramona and bran, and also you're picking up on some triton song coming from the gibberwock battlefield roll spout lore for anything more than the song's general emotional tone: martial, sorrowful, judgmental, and final As Ramona rushed off, Serenity held her tongue. It didn't matter what era it might be; a warrior must go to war and nothing you might say would stop them. That Branwen followed right behind was equally unsurprising. As she prepared to shuck the harness and follow after in support, a song caught her ears and sent them twitching. She was caught in rapture for just a moment as she tried to glean its meaning. Whatever one might say of incomparable skills of the elven Choir supplicants, they paled in comparison to Triton music. And how could it? Elven lives were not defined and molded by it the way these people were. Spout Lore: 2d6+2 8 As the song released her mind, Serenity caught sight of Bran and the predator that was honing on on her. With a cry, she slipped the leather straps and whipped her body forward like a knife. The angle was awkward unarmed blows were less than ideal in the water but a solid left hook into a gill ought to make the undead beast think twice. Aid Branwen: 2d6+3 9 Bran gets +1 to her Defy Danger roll. Shardix fucked around with this message at 02:40 on Mar 25, 2019 |
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Serenity HP 21/21 | Armor 2 | Load 3/9 | XP 8/15 Isurus had mentioned something like this when the two of them had spoken during her time in the medbay. The details escaped her now - she had been heavily sedated and mostly broken at the time. Yet what she could recall implied it was a song of ominous import. Akin to her own people's True Songs, called upon only in times of import to the whole of the species. Whatever was happening was something to be respected, and perhaps feared. But that was not here and not now. For now, there were foes to crush. With a flick of her tail, Serenity propelled herself back towards her companions as she brought the conch to her lips again, letting loose another call to battle. She knew Ramona's rhythms intimately by now, and the means to stir her blood to greater heights. Woe to those who stood against them in even the least thing. Arcane Art: 2d6+3 9 Healing Song: 2d8 11 Ramona heals 11 hp, and +1d4 forward to damage Shardix fucked around with this message at 02:52 on Apr 1, 2019 |
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Serenity HP 21/21 | Armor 2 | Load 3/9 | XP 9/15 Serenity's mind and body hummed as revelation and oxygen deprivation both entwined themselves through her. A vision of the ancient past? It seemed so - the Triton song had ensnared her and though the words escaped her the intent behind them seemed clear. No time to dwell on it however. Tearing open her eyes as she was struck from behind she became aware of the ship's post-mortem throes. It and its contents would sink to the far depths at her hand, and it would take her and her daughter with it if it could. She acted on instinct rather than thought, her hand tucking the shell away even as her body whipped itself wildly about at muscle tearing speeds to face the sled. Her vision was growing hazy at the edges as her air dwindled. It was of little concern comparatively. With a wrenching thrust of her tail she jetted forward, aiming for the harness. With luck she could seize it as she passed and haul the whole thing along with Bran out from under the crushing weight that was bearing down. @Shardix: 2d6-1 DD+STR = (3+1)-1 = 3 Shardix fucked around with this message at 02:03 on Apr 15, 2019 |
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Serenity HP 21/21 | Armor 2 | Load 3/9 | XP 9/15 Serenity's eyes shot open, the shock of clean air hitting her system with all the subtlety of an air raid siren. Trying to blink away the shadows in her eyes, she sensed the support she was on was rocking violently. They were still underwater...which could only mean tidal forces. On on instinct, she wrapped hand and her tail around whatever was immediately available and prepared to hold on tight. Defy Danger...by holding on (+CON): 2d6+1 8
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Serenity HP 21/21 | Armor 2 | Load 3/9 | XP 10/15 @Shardix: 1d8+1-2 = (1)+1-2 = 0 Nashira protects. Blessings upon her, and upon Jaira, and... Serenity quietly recited the litany of her gods and goddesses, thanking them individually for watching over her and keeping her safe. Not so much as a bruise or aching joint after that shockwave. All that remained to suggest the peril she had been in was the thin layer of putrid slime coating her skin and even that was diluting into the water, as though in fear of the holy radiance emanating from her brow. As well it should. Let no unclean thing sully Nashira's vessel in this world; let none tempt Jaira's fury. Her recitation continued, religious ecstasy taking hold of her mind again. As she sang her praises, her hands deftly sorted out the straps of the sled and she shrugged back into it before finally glancing about in search of her companions. As she did so, she withdrew the horn once more and let loose a call; a signal for valiant hunters to marshal back to her side. Serenity will cast about for a likely place to start searching for Bran and Ramona and head that way, sounding the horn regularly so they can find her. Discern Realities: 2d6+0 5 Shardix fucked around with this message at 14:44 on May 13, 2019 |
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