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      Noggins Skillcores: Carpentry, Precision HP: 3 Glory: 25->26 Ritual Glory: 3 "Well, that was strange." Noggins thought as she crushed another dancer beneath Nailbreaker. Clearly fighting did something for the hammer, but she felt like she knew even less now than she did before. There wasn't anything to be done for it, though. She was just going to have to keep fighting until the job was done. It shouldn't be too hard. The drummers had been beaten down, the dancers were split and confused, and the archers were steadily being run down. As for Agenou, it was only a matter of time before Grimper-- Oh. Oh no. Noggins mind raced as she tried to decide what to do--it was almost becoming a habit at this point, a skill she was getting more and more used to, even if she didn't have a core for it. Grimper was... down, but not out, already getting back to his feet to prepare a final assault, and the Snödis's Neötype Squadron was already forming up to aid him. But it wasn't going to be fast enough. Without Grimper keeping him busy, Agenou was going to rally his men and carve a bloody path through the Horde. And since he wasn't going to be there in time... Noggins stepped forward, loudly slamming Nailbreaker against her shield to grab the enemy warlord's attention, trying all the while to keep Bully and Harlee's grisly fates from her mind. "Not another step, Agenou! If you want to get at my friends, you're going to have to go through me, first! Come on if you think you're hard enough!" Stop Agenou From Attacking My Friends!: 1d100+25+10+5 79 The Lord of Hats fucked around with this message at 23:34 on Dec 4, 2017 |
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    Name: Hob HP 1/1 Glory: 12≥13 Ritual Glory : 6 Skill: B̴̷̛́̀é̸̡͠è̴̛͞ ̶͜Ķ̕e͝͡è̢̢̡̨p̵̢̛҉͞i͏͠ń̷̡g̷͘͝(cooldown), Contortion, Ş̀̕̕͜i̷n̢g̸̵̨i̸̧͜ņ̢̨͝g̛(used) Grimpers hand shattered, leaving him broken, the twisted remnants thudded to the ground as Hob gazed on, transfixed. The bees swarmed back into him as his attention wavered, but the drummers were keeping a wide circle away from any Wendigoes they could see. Hob looked at his own hands. Warped, insect like. But whole. Grimper had been smashed open by this monster! Our warlord! O̳͖̫U̮̞̘̹̘R̦͜ ̞̝ͅW̝͜Ḁ̶͇͙R̹̖̠̦͇̣L̮̜͓͓͙͕͉͢O̮̺͚͎͕͚R̜͕̻̦͖̺D̦̼͡! He could hear Snodis shooting in the distance, but didn't need to hear her words to know the beat she was laying down. Hob mouth opened and let out a Ş̀̕̕͜o̷n̢g of outrage, a Ş̀̕̕͜on̢g of hurt, a Ş̀̕̕͜on̢g of anger! His bow thrummed in unison, as he drew it, his remaining arrows in hand. His second mouth opened with a deep bass backing, the bees hummed in time. The music of Agenou was drowned out by the M̺͎͖͉͜ͅu͎̞̠s̗̳íc of the unexpectables. Send arrows Ş̀̕̕͜i̷n̢g̸̵̨i̸̧͜ņ̢̨͝g̛ through the air towards Agenou: 1d500+50+12+10+3 529.
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   Name: Trinh Skills: taxidermy(+50, corrupted, cd), jumping HP: 1+1/1 Glory: 6 -> 7 Ritual Glory: 1  Swedish Thaumocracy posted:Orders: ATTACK THE WARLORD!  kill Agenou: 1d500+6+1+10+10 380 Jvie fucked around with this message at 00:24 on Dec 5, 2017 |
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Dec 4, 2017 23:41
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We're standing at 380 + 529 + 85 + 577 + 115 = 1686 for operation: kill Agenou. Looking good but there's still room for Grimper to disappoint. Jvie fucked around with this message at 00:51 on Dec 5, 2017 |
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    Name: Bamboo HP: 1/3 Glory: 23 + 1 (Action Glory) > 24 Skill: Basket Weaving [COOLDOWN] -[ Fostis Outskirts]- Bamboo breathed heavily, still clutching at the now bloodstained garrote. The great thing about wired wooden handles, even when slick with blood, they were still quite easy to grasp firmly. She looked at the dead ‘Stringer Commander’ at her feet. Yet another victim of The Pawns; that was the one fundamental of their organization. Even a Pawn can Rise, given the right circumstance and motivation. And as it was proven again and again, one always does. Bamboo turned to watch Grimper and Agenou circle each other, Warlord to Warlord. The fight was not going the way Grimper had planned. Or, for that matter, Agenou either. One way or another, it would be decided within the next few moments. And again, Bamboo will have her hand around the Enemy's Throat. She ran towards the two giants; she would climb up Agenou’s back and twist the life out of him if she had to rip his head off with that garrote. With fury and clarity, Bamboo launched herself into the fray. “On behalf of Queen Reina, We, The Queen’s Pawn, thanks you for providing the music for this Party! See how we Dance!!!” Action > Attack Agenou With Grimper: 1d100+23 48; should be 49, missed the garrote + 1 [1d100=25] OOC: That opposed roll last turn was crazy; Bamboo won 121 vs. 115 (DK crit’ed on his 1d100+15). Bamboo lived by a margin of 6. Hopefully Bamboo doesn’t bite it this turn; be a shame to waste all this character development.
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Attacking Agenou is looking good, but holding him back still needs support. If We don't succeed there he gets to attack before we do and this could all be for nothing.
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 Name: Dack Skills: A̵̕t̷͢͡͏̡h̷͟͡͏ļ̵̶̧̀ę̷̢͡t̨̧͘i̵̕҉̴͡c̢͘͜͠s͏̨́̕ (Using), Ą̀͠c̵̢͡͠͏r̴̸̛͝͡o͘͢͜͡b͜à̵̡̕t̷̢̀͜i̸̸͞c͘͟s̀͜͟ (Used last round) HP: 1 Glory: 14>15 Doom: Yes YES, THIS IS AMAZING! No more feeling insecure, no more being off to the side, no more fear about being a third wheel! Because now Dack, the A̛͏t͡hl̸͢e̸͟t̡̀i̧̢c̢ Wendigo, can actually laugh! Never again does he have to worry about someone looking at him like he's an idiot because he gave a thumbs up after a joke! Dack howled in laughter, hurting the ears of anyone nearby, until a sound caught his attention. Right, the Captain! This is no time to celebrate, he needs to listen to his next orde- Swedish Thaumocracy posted:
...what? When did the enemy hurt the Captain? Dack was fighting the archers, how could he M̸̸̀E͝ŚS͢͠ ̛̀UP and allow any of them to H̸̢̢̀Ų͞R̨̛͝T̸̡ ̧̕C̷̛͞À̀͘͘Ṕ̡̧͟͡T͝҉A̴͞͝Í̀̕͜͡N̵ ̢̡Ś̸̵̢͞N̵͘͜͜͏Ö̷͏͠D̶͏I̡̛̕͘͡S̴̡̀͡?! Looking around, Dack finally notices the sorry state Warlord Grimper was in. Dack's head starts to hurt as memories of the disastrous Wendigo attack fills his head, that feeling of helplessness as he wasn't able to assist the horde because of his own fear, the guilt he felt when he saw even Grimper stepping into the fight and being injured in the process, while Dack, first to encounter the Wendigoes, remained unscathed. This time will be different, it has to! He's still not quite used to how his new body is structured, but there's no time to hesitate anymore! Using all four limbs, Dack bounds across the distance between him and the enemy Warlord. Even though he's still trying to figure out how to adapt his running technique to his new form, a Wendigo's raw speed still surpasses that of a normal person's. As long as he's fast enough, it doesn't matter how much stronger the enemy is! Bounding at Agenou, going to do a Wendigo-Sized Dropkick: 288. Definitely not as good as the other Wendigoes, but hopefully it'll do.
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   Pythag HP: (3) of (3) Skills: * Math (using) Equipment: * Armor (+5) * Sharp Stick (+0) * Iron Shield (1 hp) * Mask (+50 Disguise) Glory: 6 Pythag reached up to rip off the mask. It doesn't disguise you... it converts you. Need to be careful... He pushed away the thoughts that conversion might be better in this war, anyway. With the mask off, his mathematicalcowardly nature kicked in. He'd have to calculate on the fly, but some timed confrontations along the path of most likely retreat could corral more into the traps. He couldn't remember if the traps were deadly or the capturing kind. At this point it didn't matter. Action: Rush back to the traps - 1d100 + 16 = 26 Barbed Tongues fucked around with this message at 14:09 on Dec 5, 2017 |
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What the hell, this looks fun.  Portrait: E11 Name: Beco Skill:Cowardice (used this action) Secondary Skill: (If I can transfer screaming from the injured mook to a full health one I'll claim that) HP:3/3 Glory:0->1 Free equipment: Two spears taped together to make one very long, unwieldy spear +1 Backstory: A native Fostis, Beco is a mighty warrior, cunning strategist, and beloved hero of the Frö. At least he is in his own telling, though the miners in town may have told you differently. They would have told you about Beco the wastrel or Beco the blow-hard. A man who, despite plentiful work in the mines, can't seem to hold a job. They would have gone on about how he could be found hanging around in bars or just idol in the street at all hours. Yet when the army recruiters pass through town looking for a few stout souls to slay the Tö bastards, he always just happens to be deep in the mines. The only thing he isn't afraid of is telling people how great he is. Naturally, when some ragged drifters ended up in his favorite watering hole shouting about glory and a "the dawn of a new day" he was right there shouting with them. Then it turned out it wasn't just drunk boasting, and Beco had accidentally enlisted as a traitor recruit into a Tö horde  . Still, they did conquer and nail the town, so in that sense it kinda worked out for him. If he manages to keep his head down and at least look useful he may yet not be murdered by his old nation or his new warlord.When Splut the Bluffer yelled, "For the Queen! For Tö! FOR GRIMPER!" and charged toward Agenou, Beco yelled even louder and was right behind him. Literally, right behind him, pathetically jabbing his spear trying desperately not to expose himself. Gutlessly Attack Agenou with Grimper1d100+11: 89 I dont know fucked around with this message at 23:07 on Dec 5, 2017 |
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 Whats this? Dack is evolving!  Your Dack has evolved into Wendackgo! Swedish Thaumocracy fucked around with this message at 00:41 on Dec 5, 2017 |
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 Name: Börk Skills: Kissing (available), Listening (using) HP: 3 Glory: 5 -> 6 quote:So it was that Börk resolved he would attack Agenou - only if both Wendingos did. Otherwise, he would continue on his way to get stabby on the String-Slayers. Now they turned to see to Grimper. Börk cursed under his breath, hoping it wasn't too late. The old warlord had kept taking a real kicking, and it wasn't looking good. The only small comfort was that there were now three of the hideous Wendingo beasts instead of two - but even then, they seemed to be holding back, waiting for Grimper to get on his feet again before joining his attack. Grimper mightn't make it that far if Agenou struck him while he was down - and that was a certainty. Knowing full well what might happen to him - having seen what happened to the clown and the motormouth - Börk pulled away from the straggling archers and rushed down the hill towards Agenou. He couldn't do it for long, but Börk would try to hold back or distract Agenou long enough for Grimper to get up and attack again. Börk grimaced thinking about what exactly the gyrating giant would do to break free of his attack. It would surely involve something painful for the Tö. Hoping at least some of the horde around him would have the same idea, he attempted the impossible - being somehow more than a minor annoyance to a warlord. Closing on Agenou, something flew over Börk's head, and he saw a lone figure beating her shield with a hammer - the catapulter and the carpenter! He thanked his lucky stars that he would not be alone, once again listening for the point in the song where it would be best to disrupt the enemy general's rhythm. Hold back Agenou: 1d100+1(dagger)+10(listening)+5(glory) = 111 It was a good thing Börk didn't look behind him. He was scared of Wendingoes. Because coming up to drop kick Agenou was the newest-transformed one. Börk would be fighting alongside the beast. Running raw dice stats: 5 rolls; min 12; max 95; median 32; mean 38.6 Historical glory: 6 simplefish fucked around with this message at 01:08 on Dec 5, 2017 |
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   Name: Ringo! HP: 2/2 (Crippled) Glory: 14>15 Skill: Lockpicking (using now), Ventriloquism, Whistling+ (cooldown) Ringo planted his Wendigoad into the last Dancer in front of him, and then surveyed the battlefield. The Unexpectables were kicking rear end! All these Fromans on the run and most of them were none the worse for wear! Well...except Grimper. There wasn't any way to sugarcoat the situation; the old man was getting taken apart. There was precious little time. Someone had to hold off Agenou so Grimper and the rest could deal the final blow. Noggins was already at the front, but they'd need a hell of a lot more than that! He dashed off towards one of Agenou's armor plates embedded in the ground. The things were clearly multiple pieces for Agenou's remote control, which meant...yes! Ringo found a series of latches and hooks, and got to work. A deft series of prods and pokes with his Hatpin got a sizable but manageable piece loose. Then he hooked it among the hoop and spikes of his wendigoad. It wasn't pretty, but a big bulky shield on a stick might be the difference between getting a bruise and getting pulped like poor Harlee. "For Grimper and Tö!" Hold off Agenou: 1d100+14+10+2 100 Adding lockpicking, wendigoad to my roll
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 Skill: Sleuthing +20 (using) HP: 2/3 Glory: 8 ----> 9 Humbug winced as Bully joined Harlee in becoming one with the forest - and counted his blessings when Ringo turned up alive and well, rolling out from among the ranks of the reeling dancefighters, virtually unscratched. As drummers and string-slayers near to scattered before the dual assaults upon them, the Sleuth finally began to be able to think clearly again and in the breathing room afforded, he realized the battle was both going in the Horde's favor - yet terribly against Grimper's. Enough so that Agenou himself was beginning to focus his efforts back to fighting the Unexpectables rather than prioritizing his vendetta with the near-beaten old warlord. Thankfully the Neötype squad and Noggins were quick to rush in to fill the breach and harass Agenou. The lack of coordinated, head-pounding drumming also had another effect on the detective... clear-headed, he realized what he'd been failing to do this entire time, something that was right up his alley. Figuring out who the biggest and meanest nasties on the enemy team were. Sure, he wasn't a risk assessor, but with the amount of science crammed into his sleuthing now... he could do a drat good job substituting, especially when he could lean both on solid numbers and the good old gut feeling. Goodness knows he'd seen and tussled with enough of the guys in the dance-fighting squadron so far, that he might be able to figure out who among them were more dangerous. "Gado!" he cried out, the next time the Digger popped his head up to pick at the ankles of the dance-fighters. "Put a pick in that goof with the tapdancing shoes - he's got a better form than his fellows!" It was simple - just point to the Frömen who looked like they knew what they were doing more so than the rest and get his buddies to gang up on them, or avoid them. This would help ensure the dancers couldn't get a chance to reconnect while the Horde proper piled in on Agenou, and with the drums all but gone, not getting distracted should be trivial! quote:“On behalf of Queen Reina, We, The Queen’s Pawn, thanks you for providing the music for this Party! See how we Dance!!!” ! ... Later. He'd talk to Bamboo later. For now they both had a battle to survive. "There's another dastard! That Frömen fiend hasn't skipped leg day once, I'd say!" Sleuth to identify enemy elite dancers in the big dance-group: 1d100+28 108 Scribbleykins fucked around with this message at 01:18 on Dec 5, 2017 |
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    Name: Portha Skills: Rummaging, Cleaning (cooldown), Imagining (in use) HP: 2/3 Glory: 14 Portha looked up from the scattering drummers and saw there was an opening; Agenou was separated from his army. This was her big chance to kill a warlord, but he was terrifying. Worse, he reminded her too much of that funny stuntman from a show she watched as a kid and she had trouble staying angry at him. Too imposing to attack without fear and too goofy looking to overcome the fear with anger; if only he was truly evil and not just an obnoxious jerk who was going to kill everyone... Truly evil... that was it! All she had to do was imagine the worst person she could think of. Focusing hard, she remembered Cornbread and his tendency to cover the battlefield in poo poo. Portha had avoided him even before looting her cleaning skillcore, but ever since she found it he seemed even more monstrous than the unbranded wendigos they'd fought. It was time to focus her imagination on Agenou, no, on Warlord Cornbread and attack with the most spectacular moves she could think of. Kill
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   Name: Doc HP: 2 Glory: 9 Skill: Surgery (Resonated. +15), Bonegineering Lets see this idiot dance when the dancefloor is littered with corpses and splintered bone. They could could be sharper bones though... Hold Back Agenou with corpse-bone caltrops: 1d100+21 = 108
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Potrait:  Naim: Mason Skillz: Mason Hootin' an' Hollerin' Mason Masonry HeeP: Mason Mason Mason Glury: Masonx16 -> 17 Mason, his blood lust against the drummers ending after shoving his thirtieth drummer into the blood-soaked mud, turns and listens to Grimper. "Welp, eye reckun dere's att leest wun moor bandaid geak gently caress'r too gently caress upp." With that, Mason charges to attack Agenou with Grimper, hooting and hollering all the way! Hootin' and Hollerin' at the LEAD BAND NERD: 1d100+27 64
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Snagging the mook from Row 64 with the Gazing skillcore, and per Discord guidance swapping it out for a 3/3 Health mook!  Face: C12 Name: Snorkus Skills: Pigilante Justice (using), Gazing HP: 3/3 Glory: 0 -> 1 Notes: Slinkellomas Immunity For my +1 Gear I would like to request a Pigarang +1! They were all out of the bat stencils, you see. Snorkus had toiled away in the Prison for ages, dutifully following the warden's orders day in and out. It was all for a good cause, after all. His work meant something. It'd make the world a better place! Right? But then a big man with his head on fire came in and dropped doors on everything forever. That day opened Snorkus' eyes to the reality of what he had been made to do - the torture, the cruelty, the callous violations in the name of meaningless progress. It crushed the once-humble worker's dreams and replaced them with something new... something darkly simmering. Vengeance would be his, no matter what. "You thought you could escape your crimes? THINK AGAIN, SCUM." Delivering PIGGY JUSTICE to the Smaller Dance-Fighter Group: 1d100+10+1 104 EDIT: Like a dunce I forgot the +1 from my weapon! (Let me know if I screwed anything up!) Narrator: He screwed something up. Podima fucked around with this message at 02:18 on Dec 7, 2017 |
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Welcome to the party! Good timing! Hopefully you won't get turned inside out. I'll post your portraits here in a little bit. edit:  items coming tomorrow! Dog Kisser fucked around with this message at 03:17 on Dec 5, 2017 |
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    Name: Verika HP: 3/3 Skills: Accuracy (cooling), Perception (active) Equipment: Fröman Cuirass (+1), Sharp Stick (+0), Shield Glory: 3 -> 4 Ritual Chits: 20 -> 23 (artwork bonus) Battle of Fostis (part 3): The fiendish String-Slayers looked ready enough to rout and flee, but that didn't mean they were out of the fight just yet! Verika knew these archery types - they were wily, sneaky sorts of characters - in peace time they probably would've been survivalists and rangers, without a shadow of a doubt. Chances were good that they'd feign their flight, only to turn around at the first opportunity and start firing more of their blasted Fröman singing-arrows from deep behind cover. Verika knew that that's what they'd do, because it's precisely what she would be doing in their situation. Cowards, all of them, wanting to live to fight another day! Why else take up the bow and arrow in war, if not for skill than for cowardice? Verika knew that she and her Hordemates had the enemy right where they wanted them, and she wasn't about to let things go slack on her end. Verika knew she had to deny the enemy's archers any moments of respite to gather their wits about them. That meant a continual push. Verika shouted over the din and clamor of battle. "No time to rest, Unexpectables - keep up the pressure! Don't let those thumb-sucking string-pluckers get any more shots off!" The enemy was shattered and limping - It was time to go in for the killing blow. Verika scanned the field, seeking to Perceive any enemies that might be readying themselves for return fire. Demolish the drat String Slayers!: 1d100+13 16 ...Maybe she should've just saved her words and just charged at the enemy instead of drawing attention to herself. Lux Anima fucked around with this message at 02:20 on Dec 5, 2017 |
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 Bully. He died as he lived, yelling while making extremely poor decisions. It was missing an update what made me decide to kill him.I'll take the Mook with the Gazing Skillcore, please! Edit:Looks like I will not. Oh well! Marra Free Equipment: HP: 3/3 Glory: 0 Skillcore: Backstabbing Notes: Slinkellomas Immune A career criminal, Marra is living proof of the idiom that there is no honour among thieves - betraying her compatriots whenever she deemed it necessary - whether to avoid jail time, to gain a greater share of the loot, or to 'preemptively' avoid a betrayal by her erstwhile partners. Marra travelled widely, to stay one step ahead of the law and her own reputation among other criminals. She was drafted, and decided to stick around, because there's a lot of potential looting that might be achieved by an enterprising individual. And if somebody recognised her - well, nobody would really notice a corpse or two out of place on a battlefield, right? Marra narrowed her eyes. The enemy warlord had thoroughly thrashed a clown, and a self-important blowhard. Oh, and killed two members of the horde. The rest of the horde were pressing the attack or otherwise disrupting the preening moron, and while Marra didn't particularly care for a straight-up fight, there was some glory to be had, and perhaps fortune, too. And he was so very distracted...Marra looked for an opening. Attempting to shank Agenou when he's otherwise engaged: 1d100+10=81 After all, she'd have never lasted this long without learning the right way to plant a knife in somebody's back. Yvonmukluk fucked around with this message at 11:22 on Dec 5, 2017 |
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  Name: Gabber Skill: Mimicry (using), Listening+ {cooldown}, Night Vision HP: 2/3 Glory: 8 -> 9 The String-Slayers were breaking! Smashing his shield into his current foe, Gabber quickly followed up with a jab of his blade while they were knocked off balance. He skewered the Frö archer in the gut, eliciting a sharp cry of pain and surprise from the man. Retracting the blade, he followed up with a downward slash which ended the fight. He again found himself a moment of respite, the Unexpectables having driven off or killed most of the archers for now. He was covered in gore thanks to the efforts of Trinh - he'd need to go jump in the nearest lake with a bar of soap from fighting in such close proximity to the Friendigos. Wiping away the bits of blood and muck from his face, he focused back on Grimper - poo poo. The Warlord was in bad shape, having been largely trounced by Agenou. The enemy Commander seemed to have...obliterated several members of the Horde who dared attack him. Nothing but blood splatters surrounded him. What....what chance did they have if Grimper had been bested? And yet, the Horde rallied. Shockingly, instead of fear, Gabber felt his rage building. Our Warlord. The man who Nailed us, made us part of him. He saved you from the Loud Wendigo. He needs us - his Unexpectables! Letting out a guttural scream from deep within, Gabber made a desperate beeline towards the Commander, doing his best to mimic the Brutality of the Friendigos. Mimic the Brutality of the Wendigo - Redeem Grimper!: 1d100+10+8+1 41 His might paled to that of the full blown mutations of the Neotype Squad, but he hoped he could at least hold off Agenou for a few extra seconds - maybe just enough time for his friends to strike a killing blow. He began swinging franticly as he closed the distance, hoping he soon wouldn't be yet another blood smear... Action: Tap Mimicry, Hold Off Agenou Task Manager fucked around with this message at 02:33 on Dec 5, 2017 |
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   Name: Neebs Skill(s): Sales (+10) (on cooldown), Drinking (+10) (using this turn) HP: 3/3 Glory: 7 -> 8 After beating one of the dance-fighters to a pulp in a masterful demonstration of how a battlebrüm should be used, Neebs was upset to learn that none of the Dance-fighters were interested in buying. What a waste. Neebs was losing her buzz. She knew what she needed to do. She knew what Agenou needed to do. Slinging her brüm on her back, she offered Agenou a drink...forcefully. Forcefully offer Agenou a Drink to Hold him Back: 1d100+7+10 23
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Yvonmukluk posted:Marra There is a 100% chance that Ringo and Marra know each other, and that Marra has done a traitor to Ringo at some point in the past.
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 Sucy HP: 3 Glory: 21 -> 22 Skill: Mushrooms still traveling, throw mushrooms that release spores to hold back Agenou Hold off Agenou: 1d100+21+10+1 [/quote]
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  Name: Somnö Skills: BIGNESS (cooldown), Snoring (used) HP 3/3 Gear: Ball and Chain (+1) Glory: 1>2 Somnö flailed her ball and chain over her head with everything she had. She heard the satisfying Crunch of the instruments and bones any String-Slayers within her long reach. All around her, the Unexpectables were wreaking havoc on the opposing army. They were all winning! ...Except Grimper. Agenou had caused the warlord to take severe damage, even with numerous Unexpectables sacrificing themselves to distract him. Grimper was faltering and needed support. Somnö ran between the two to try to cut Agenou off, to slow him down just enough so that Grimper could recover. But Somnö was tired. Somnö was always tired. With one last leap she heaved her body into the centre of the battlefield in an attempt to HOLD AGENOU BACK. Her Using sonorous Snoring to support strategically: 1d100r1+10+1:
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Meanwhile... It beckons... the Vile Mechanism.
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Prince of Space posted:Meanwhile... Reminds me, we should keep some enemy soldiers alive to test it with.
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Green Intern posted:There is a 100% chance that Ringo and Marra know each other, and that Marra has done a traitor to Ringo at some point in the past. super sweet best pal posted:Reminds me, we should keep some enemy soldiers alive to test it with. Yeah, but what if it gives them superpowers? That would be...bad. Maybe just dump in some guys who won't be missed.
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  Name: Gryph HP: 3 Glory: 10 -> 11 Skill: Bandaging/Medicine (on cooldown) The Horde hit the Dancers like a freight train, Noggins leading as they renewed their assault. With Pythag and Ringo next to him, Gryph punched and twisted, throwing everything he could into clearing a hole. He had seen Grimper get up and rip off Agenou's moustache, seen the pain and confusion ripple through the dancers, and he was here to take advantage of it. Further screams told Gryph that the horde was still swamping the drummers, still among the String-slayers. After a moment's confusion, after taking a hit first, it seemed the Horde had struck back all at once. And they were winning. As the Dancers broke, the confusion causing them to form into two units, hope blossomed in Gryph's heart. They could do this! And then Grimper's hand exploded. One moment there, the next gone. Grimper now resembled more closely the beatings his Horde had taken. A small part of Gryph, one given to questioning, idly wondered if the universe itself enforced the bond between Warlord and Horde, if fate had crippled Grimper for the beatings the Horde had taken. There were always more wounded, Nagel had yet to be fully healed, and yet, Gryph knew that this fight would add to the list. To be a medic meant working, Gryph knew. But as Grimper took another kick, Gryph wondered if he would ever, truly rest. As Grimper vomited, Gryph knew he was hurt. What kind of medical treatment does a warlord have? But the Warlord refused to go down. As Gryph watched, Grimper unsteady as he was, rose to his feet. The Breaker, and not the broken. Grimper posted:“Unexpectables! Finish this.” And so it was, that Gryph, who had avoided fighting in Fostis, who hadn't taken the prison, nor stood against the Wendigos in Nagel, stepped forward to hold a Warlord back. Holding Back Agenou: 1d100+10 50
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Dec 5, 2017 15:37
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  Name: Gigs Skills: Unflappability (+15), Triangulation (+10) HP: 3 Glory: 19 Strategy: Hold Agenou Back They say it takes more than that to kill a bull goose. Too bad Bully wasn't. There was blood on the dance floor, and mustache hair from multiple sources. Scooping up his fallen comrade's weapon, a sword cane in the style of his own, Gigs holds the blades apart. He begins turning, turning faster. Faster and faster, eyes shut, his face in gentle repose, the proper course charted well in advance. A battlefield blender, a Fro' processor (1d100+30 = 130). Positioning himself between the main event and the backup, Gigs begins to hum a once-forgotten tune. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PGNiXGX2nLU
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Dec 5, 2017 16:22
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 Name: Gloff Skills:Lifting+(using), Swimming, Smithing(used) HP: 1 Glory: 12 "Bully!" Gloffs first friend in the Horde, squished like a grape! Enraged, blood dripping from his wounds, Gloff rushes towards the warlord, intending to lift his leg from the ground. Holding Back Agenou: 1d100+27 95
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Dec 5, 2017 16:38
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Added art to last update (as well as a little bit with Snödis that I'd forgotten!) Update expected for tomorrow, more item art and whatnot to trickle in tonight. edit:
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Dec 5, 2017 22:14
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  Skills:Spreading Disease [CD], Cursing HP: 2/3 Glory: 14 Time to deal with The Big Boy. Unlike his band nerd underlings, Grumbus figured that Agenou would neither be susceptible to infection or really mean words. What a bother. Grumbus decided to turn his...command of language towards giving Grimper a pep talk. He looked like he could use one. "Come on, boss! You gonna let this dick dance all over you? This twat blows at dancing anyway! Know why? Look how he parts his hair down the goddamn middle. No loving soul! You got this! loving MURDER HIM!" Attack Agenou with Grimper: 1d100+25 = 49
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Dec 5, 2017 22:29
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   Name: Hat Skills: Millinery (+15), Backflips (+10) HP: 3/3 Equipment: Spear (+1), Leather Armour (+1), Sikatris Scarf Glory: 23 Ritual Glory: 1 Hat stopped to pause for breath. The remaining archers were either running towards the booby-trapped town of Fostis or still occupied with other Hordemembers. She quickly looked around the battlefield, the dancers in disarray and the drumbeat faltering, but Grimper looking worse for wear against Agenou. And then, that awful sound. Like a marble column exploding, or so it seemed. Grimper was down a hand. Hat could see dozens of the Horde rushing in to protect their warlord and destroy his opponent. Part of her wanted to join in, add her spear to the weapons about to pierce Agenou's doomed body. But that would involve losing sight of some of the String-Slayers. If just one got back to friendly forces, and told Sikatris of the Horde's location? Of Grimper's injury?? No. Hat would finish what she started. Every one of these enemies had to be stopped. Here. Now. And so Hat leapt back up into the air, backflipping towards those Archers attempting to flee the battlefield. Escape wouldn't be that easy! Backflipping and hunting down stray Archers!: 1d100r1+23+10+1 126 
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Dec 5, 2017 23:45
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  HP: 2/3 Glory: 7 -> 8 Skill: Jousting+15 (being used), Guarding+10 (on CD) With her insides roiling, Vist split from Noggins after they had beaten up the dancers, yelling as she charged Agenou with her lance couched under her arm... Attack on Agenou! Helping Grimper!: 1d100+15+7+1 100 Sorry, it's finals and I'm coming down with some sort of stomach bug. Not feeling it today.
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Dec 6, 2017 02:52
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Gigs posted:Scooping up his fallen comrade's weapon, a sword cane in the style of his own, Gigs holds the blades apart. He begins turning, turning faster. Faster and faster, eyes shut, his face in gentle repose, the proper course charted well in advance. A battlefield blender, a Fro' processor. 
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Dec 6, 2017 10:34
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 Commander Agenou cartwheeled across the field, sending bodies and wounded flying. Grimper just watched him cooly, conserving his energy, as his men formed up around him. He only had enough in him for one final gambit, and his Horde would need to distract him until then. He let his eyes slip into the un-color spectrum to examine his younger, wilder foe. His aura was chaotic, spiking and falling to some chaotic rhythm. They’d need to hit him in one of the valleys instead of the peaks. He took a measurement. He grinned through broken teeth. The single blow he’d landed had severely unbalanced the Commander’s flow. Now was the time to strike! He ordered his Horde outwards, targetting the enemy’s weakened legions, the better to weaken their Master. The fool had tied himself too strongly to them, while he… while he’d remained aloof from his own Horde, and here they were picking up the slack. gently caress. quote:”Unexpectables! Finish this.”  --- Gigs the Unflappable watched Agenou’s motions. His dance was hypnotic and powerful, but Gigs didn’t care overmuch about that. No, he watched the Commander’s feet. All that mattered was the direction they headed, all that mattered was that they stayed clear of Grimper. The Unexpectables interposed themselves between the two giants, forming a barrier between them. Gigs knelt as he moved, picking up the fallen Bully’s blade and wielding the matched pair. There! Agenou dove for them, aiming to plow through their bodies to get to Grimper. Gigs thought he heard him speak, though his voice was crazed and pitchy from the motion. “BASTARD INSECTS! CLEAR MY PATH!” Gigs shrugged, then began to spin. “Nah.”
(Holy poo poo, you did it! +1 Glory for all you crazy bastards who went against a Commander and survived!) --- The smaller group of Dance-Fighters were clearly distracted, glancing at their harried Commander with concern. The fools - they didn't have the luxury of distraction! Snorkus the Pigilante struck at them with rageful purpose, slicing viciously at their thin armor with razor-sharp Pigarangs. They attempted to forestall his iron justice, but with their Commander himself otherwise occupied and his Aura guttering like a candle in the wind, Dancers found themselves alone against an implacable foe. Some flickering ego in their minds sneered at being defeated by a group so utterly lacking in style.
VS 15d100 = 789 [CHOREOGRAPHY BONUS raised all rolls below 7 to 7!] = 791 [OFF-TEMPO POUNDING BEAT interferes, subtracts all Odd/<40 rolls from total!] = 633 Humbug the Sleuth shoved the nearest elite Dancer over and stomped on their wrist, breaking their hold on their weapon. He could barely keep track of how many he'd killed - he couldn't afford to stay and watch to see if everyone he struck died, after all - but every single blow was calculated to buy Grimper and the others some time. The Warlord was shattered and torn, but not defeated yet, so he'd do what he could to help. What would even happen to them if Grimper went down? He couldn't imagine the Frömen would forgive their incursion, justified or not, so the only hope was winning. He crushed his prone foe’s skull with a rock and moved on.
VS 15d100 = 1193 [CHOREOGRAPHY BONUS raised all rolls below 7 to 7!] = 1193 suckers [OFF-TEMPO POUNDING BEAT interferes, subtracts all Odd/<40 rolls from total!] = 1055 …[UNEXPECTABLES ARMOR reduces enemy roll by 3] = 1052 --- Those fleeing the fight were hunted by a handful of Unexpectables, mockingly dancing after them in an inexpert pantomime of their earlier battle technique. They ran towards Fostis, as though the town would bring them safety. The Horde knew better - the path there bristled with traps both obvious and well-hidden, and all they needed to do was corral the deserters into the killing fields. Biggo the Fist gestured at the others, dividing the team according to need. It was an important task - but it didn't hurt that it brought them away from the enraged enemy Commander! He resisted the urge to look back to see how the others were faring.
--- The War-Drummers were decidely no longer in sync. Playing their own parts at different rates, their eyes wild with alarm, they seemed more keen on simply playing on than with any particular song. Dummy the Charger singled out the nearest one and just headbutted the crap out of him, knocking him further off-beat. Their magic had largely evaporated, had really become a liability for their foes, but they needed to be taken down. He punched the guy in the face, splattering his nose.
And received a severe cudgeling about the face for his trouble! The Drummers weren’t quite out of it yet! Well, as far as they were concerned. One way or another, their usefulness to their army was pretty limited at this point, and yet they played on. Ouch, though. (Oops! Spanks, Rik, Grag, Dummy, Spekz, Valthax, Spleen and Cause take 1 Damage! The Drummer’s Effect continues, though fat lot of good it’s doing anyone now!) --- Hat the Milliner backflipped her way through the field of corpses, using her spear to vault herself up and around incoming arrows. She’d gotten pretty good at it, if she said so herself! The String-Slayers were skilled and dangerous, but they were diminished in strength and size. They were clearly frightened to see their Commander take a beating, but she wasn’t as concerned for Grimper. He’d pull through, he always did. He had their back, and she had his. She tripped an archer with her staff and slit his throat with the blade. She felt a strange frisson of deja-vu of pushing pins into a hat. What do you know, the skill was transferrable!
VS 15d100 = 463 [OFF-TEMPO POUNDING BEAT interferes, subtracts all Odd/<40 rolls from total!] = 385 --- Agenou looked around with mounting horror as his perfectly trained army fell to pieces around him. “No! No, no! You bastards! You’ve ruined everything. Grimper, how dare you! HOW DARE YOU COME TO MY BEAUTIFUL COUNTRY AND INFECT IT WITH THIS UGLINESS! DIE, IN THE NAME OF FRÖ!” His Corona blazed azure blue, lighting the sky with its ferocity, and he rocketed towards them, all pretence of grace and agility lost in an incandescent flurry of power. Grimper roared, and the Horde charged him, Qwag the Risk Assessor leading the way with powerful muscles and a Wendigo’s eery grace. The world hung still
WARLORD’S WRATH
 The corpse that was one a great hero of Frö fell, smoking to the floor. Grimper swayed on his feet, then pulled a tiny knife from his boot and slit open the man’s chest. He punched once with his good hand, and the Horde heard a sound like a great stone bell being broken apart. A brief flash of azure light blinded them all, and then it was done. Grimper looked around at all of them, nodded, then toppled like a tree into an exhausted sleep. (You did it! You crazy bastards! Skillcores and wrap-up coming later, I have a Christmas Party to go to! Consider downtime starting now!)
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Dec 6, 2017 23:03
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Holy poo poo those rolls. Also hell yeah plasma blood cannon.
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   Gado!!! Skill: Digging (+35 Used), HP: Glory: 6->7->2 "Woof..." Gado slumps to the ground, fatigue from the horde's most complex fight yet washing over him. The Wendigo fight had been rough, but at least no one had died. Wiping sweat from his brow, Gado lets out a hiss of frustration, his arms had been hit particularly hard during his assault on the archers and the rough strips of leather binding them wasn't doing a particularly good job of making him feel better. Rising to a proper sitting position, Gado takes a scoop at the ground, a gasp of frustration slipping out of his lips as he has trouble keeping his fingers locked in the proper position to part the ground. Frustration wells up in his chest momentarily, but is quickly dissolved as he turns his sight across the battlefield. The Neotype squad is going about their business after the battle not doing anything of particular note, but Gado has trouble keeping his eyes from darting between each of the Wendigo. Eventually his eyes cross Snodis and a plan comes to mind. If the future was going to be more and more of this? Something needed to give. Reclining back into the dirt, Gado begins to run his hands along the ground, fingers digging shallow and uneven furrows in haphazard patterns. There was an easy path to helping protect the horde and in the meantime furthering his own ambitions, but the leap of faith he'd have to take would be daunting. As he sits Gado ponders the nature of Snodis' odd ore, leaning on his it'd been a little intriguing when she'd approached him initially, but her attitude left a lot to desire. He was going to offset the majority of the thinking to his mining core, but the gout of pink smoke erupting from his mouth puts a stop to that. It feels like hours have passed when Gado finally stands back up from his thoughtful moping, but the tiny grooves in the ground where he'd lain scratching at the ground reveal it's only been a few minutes. Taking a large calming breath, the Digger stumbles back into the battlefield, dropping down into one of the many tunnels he'd carved throughout the course of the battle. Folks were still caught up in the post battle ruckus, so Gado's speedy conveyance across the battlefield was beneath most's notice, the Orators scarf would be a fine gift to pay back the favor he'd be asking of a Wendigo here soon. With his attempt at snagging one of Siktaris' fine scarves having gone particularly well, Gado joins the general hubub of people looting, there's a quick scuffle over the pile of cores resting in the chest cavity of the enemy commander, but those quickly disappear. Shuffling over to the more mundane gear, Gado picks up one of the decent quality shields that were left laying around. Having made up his mind about seeking out the Wendigo mutation, Gado has a few errands to run before resigning himself to his fate. The first person he approaches in Noggins "Howdy." Gado grabs at the scarf wrapped around his neck, his fingers rubbing across the luxuriously soft material to ease his discomfort "Uh... Things got kind of dangerous today but you kept a level head and I wanted to let you know I appreciate you keeping folks from harm's way." Gado pulls a small satchel from his waist, the jingle of metal on metal as coins and rings clatter against each other singing out from inside "Figure I'd just show some appreciation for your good work. I wanted to let you know you’ve inspired me to be better for the horde." With a somewhat forced smile and a wave Gado moves onto his next task. The gold would have been nice to hold onto, but it wasn’t like he’d be able to use it if things went according to plan. Another deep breath, this one gets held for much longer than it should, but the relief Gado feels on drawing a fresh lungful of air pushes his worries away for a few more moments. Grimper had been asleep for quite some time, but Gado had been patient, once word goes out that the Warlord has eventually woken he makes his approach. In front of Grimper Gado gives a respectful salute “I don’t want to waste your time Warlord you need the rest, so I’ll be brief. I’d like the Brand. We can’t have you constantly putting yourself into the path of danger and so we need more Wendigo to act as a force multiplier.” It’s hard to stop himself from staring at Grimper’s missing hand, but he manages “I imagine folks are going to start experimenting sooner or later, so we might as well start off on the right foor and be safe about it.” After Grimper passes down judgement, Gado returns to his salute and heads off to his next task. Magda is the next stop on Gado’s tour. It's a brief exchange, but a fistful of Glory is forked over to the Quartermaster and then Gado is off to find Humbug with a jar of Strange Red Goo in his grasp. After locating the humble Sleuth Gado starts in on his pitch "Heya Humbug! Wanted to pay back your kindness before something untoward happened." Snapping the Bone Tö Pick down into the soil, he proffers the jar of red goo "You're pretty good at sniffing out what the secrets are behind things, so I figured you might wanna take a stab at this one. I know Zapanda apparently wasn't much help with it back when we picked it up." With a grin Gado leaves, the Bone To Pick still handle up in the ground posed for Humbug to easily grab it up. With the belongings he figures he won't need scattered to the worthy and friend alike, Gado takes off to find Snodis. Clutched in his hand is a sheaf of papers, mainly things he'd snatched up from Zapanda's lab and scribbled on with pilfered pens. Handing it over he explains "It's not the most scientific explanation of what I know about Sonior Ore, but it's what the remnants of my mining core decided was important." Gado is silent for a while, only speaking up when it finally becomes to awkward for him to bear. "So I know you said the Neotypes could help me out in exchange for what I knew, I was hoping one of them could help out with setting me on the path to being a Wendigo." Gado's hands are tied up in his scarf again, the material slipping between his fingers rapidly "We're getting beaten to hell bit by bit in these fights and the whole magical Nail gimmick isn't really doing it for us with the whole crushing enemy armies under our feet thing." Spotting one of the Wendigo around the camp Gado nods "I was hoping you could ask Trinh to help. She terrifies me the least of our Wendigo members and she seems to at least know her way around a body" He shivers as he remembers what Qwäg did with her bonesaw to an enemy soldier "At least about putting things in a body anyway." quote:Rolling Successful Businessmanga fucked around with this message at 08:05 on Dec 8, 2017 |
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Dec 6, 2017 23:35
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), to Humbug