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HP 21/21 | Armor 1 | Load 4/15 | XP 0/8 "Not wait. Stop." Janine moves in a short fluid motion, drifting past Sah-Tah-Ish and stretching out her arm. Her firebolt follows through into the motion. It weaves towards the false firemage like a snake and then stops just short. "Bind." At the Justiciar's command the living lightning encircles the silverfire Sah. She makes the third Fulmen gesture and lets loose her gift. The speed of lightning is not speed as such. The stars predict the future because they are the future as much as they are the present. Life became aware of time in the rising and the setting of the sun. The heavens hold dominion over the passing of the hours and as the Sky Justiciar D'Argent holds the authority to revoke that privilege. So long as her blade held the false illusion it would be in Stasis. "I've sealed the falsehood with my Blade, comrades, but it will be occupied entirely in doing so!" Defy Danger (Dex): 2d6+2 10 Janine is Channel Power to Seal the Sah clone, which means it cannot be harmed or take any action so long as her blade is wrapped around it.
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Nov 3, 2017 14:25
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HP 21/21 | Armor 1 | Load 4/15 | XP 0/8 Janine adjusts her grip, turning to face the new foes. "Sah, I've no weapon while I keep your reflection in repose. Can you handle the enemy alone?" The Amberine takes a calculated look at the silvery forms. She could kill one barehanded, definitely. "I could kill one barehanded, definitely. I doubt I could deal with more than that." Mr. Maltose fucked around with this message at 11:44 on Nov 9, 2017 |
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HP 21/21 | Armor 1 | Load 4/15 | XP 0/8 "Stay put." Janine released her grip on her lightning, leaving it in place while she confronted the current issue. Sah had erred? Or was there some malus these silver dancers inflicted that was obscured from her senses? The matter was philosophical. Sah-Tah-Ish had been assaulted and captured. Sah, her teammate. This was a matter to be rectified swiftly and with maximal prejudice. They were ignoring the justiciar entirely. Perhaps this was in relation to Sah's doppelganger and the general silver fire aesthetic that was going on here? Another question philosophic opposed to practical. The practical question was which Dancer to end first. The one with the net was most sensible. Release Sah, who was better equipped to handle these things, as quickly as possible. D'argent had never regretted the path of her life, but it would have been very handy now to have been an initiate of the sea instead of the sky. The Abzu Legion had no blades or pacts but made their own bodies into living weapons. The Fulmen were lessened without the Living Lightning. The element of surprise would hopefully be a sufficient equalizer. She let out no warcry, made no expression of intent. Janine just broke into a mad sprint. This mad sprint became a wild leap. The wild leap became a double booted kick into the dancer. There was no defense here, only a hopefully overwhelming offense. Hack and Slash: 2d6-1 10 Damage: 1d8+1d6 7
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Nov 16, 2017 08:56
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HP 21/21 | Armor 1 | Load 4/15 | XP 0/8 Janine gasps for air on the ground, trying desperately to recover her wind. If the gauntlet'd spectre had attacked her she'd have been in serious trouble. But it had peeled off towards Sah, and the other set itself at her. This was a mistake. It would hopefully be the thing's last mistake. The dancing silver figure wielded a whip. Janine D'argent was a whip. Smooth as a cloud on a stiff breeze the Justiciar is up and away from the attack, back on her feet and in a relaxed stance. The whip is pinned under her boot. "This is going to be mine, now." A quick stomp on the taut weapon, an attempt to rip it from the opponent's hands. Not as good as her living lightning but far better than her bare hands. Defy Danger (Dex): 2d6+1 12
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Nov 29, 2017 08:20
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HP 21/21 | Armor 1 | Load 4/15 | XP 0/8 No more wasting time. Janine lashes out at her adversary, trying to adjust to the odd lack of weight in her purloined weapon. Alas! Unused to the whip's balance, D'argent has overextended with her strike. The force behind it is minimal and the defensive followup completely absent! Hack and Slash: 2d6-1 7 Damage: 1d8 1
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Dec 11, 2017 08:30
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HP 21/21 | Armor 1 | Load 4/15 | XP 0/8 D'argent strikes as the silver creature is buffeted from above and below by her companions. This needs to end now. Hack and Slash: 2d6+0 7 Damage: 1d8 1 This whip is cursed. There is no other explanation.
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Dec 26, 2017 15:48
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HP 19/21 | Armor 1 | Load 4/15 | XP 0/8 There! A race between her stiffening body and the distracted dancer. A final lashing, this time going directly for the damned thing's skull. Damage: 1d8 5 Surely that's enough. Even these moonsprung mechanisms can only take so much punishment.
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HP 19/21 | Armor 1 | Load 4/15 | XP 0/8 Janine had finally looked up, straight up, as she struggled to catch her breath. The architecture here did not so much ignore space as aggressively spite it and the stairway extending almost nonsensically above her head was yet another example. It stretched up and out of sight, and seemed to originate some height from the wall opposite instead of the floor. It was a lucky observation, because it would be the means of her escape. Timing was critical. As the sentries shifted as they became aware of her, Janine made a swift yanking motion. The Thunder Alive responded to her call, coming instantly to her hand. Unsealing the silverfire Sah simulacrum. A second gesture straight up, and the living lightning stretched to its full length and just barely wrapped itself to the stairs stretching far overhead. A single yank and D'argent was soaring high into the air. With any luck the wardens and the fake Sah would be too busy with each other to attempt pursuit. Just in case it's needed I'm going to make a Defy Danger roll. Defy Danger (Dex): 2d6+2 7
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