Post by Thoven Falconflight on Jan 9, 2014 1:56:07 GMT -5
Blood and a cry of agony.
This day was improving immensely. Better yet, his target was now thoroughly pissed off with the group and not watching its back. That knee was almost begging to get stabbed.
Thoven swiftly moved in for the attack when the beast began to spin. A single hit to his right shoulder sending the light weight man flying across the room. That was not a pleasurable experience and made the glimmer of hope that Thoven's day being on the mend vanish.
'Why the fuck am I here? Are there not easier jobs? Should've gone to Bilgewater. Less bullshit and more pirates. At least, I know what kinds of madness reside there.' Thoven thought as he flew. 'Oh shit....there's a wall behi-' Thoven slammed into the wall and crashed into a pile of mutilated corpses.
As he tried to raise, he noted a pain in his right shoulder from the wall and another pain farther down the arm.
'That can't be a broken bone.' Thoven thought as he looked to the wound. 'That isn't an arm bone...that's a rib. Also isn't mine. This is bad.'
Thoven also had lost his sword in the flight and now only held a dagger in his left hand. He resisted the urge to remove the bone from his arm as that would make the bleeding worse. He slowly advanced towards the clacking horror. Pay be damned if he wasn't going to get some of this thing's blood on his blade.
Action: After flight has ended, defensive advance to attack Clacker's flank.
Status: Hurt (50-70%)
Shoulder injured Bleeding from wounds Crippled right arm Dagger is poisoned
Equipment:
Leather Armor Green Cloak Leather gloves Dirk- poisoned Saber- missing 1 week's worth of iron rations, including a wineskin of water Whetstone and oil
One 5 oz vials of Wyvern Venom: a paralytic that attacks the muscles of the heart causing a heart failure in five minutes in normal human. Can be purged with healing magics of moderate level, but very few potions due to the unique venom of each wyvern.
Post by The Madman Of Zaun on Jan 9, 2014 19:18:19 GMT -5
The Doctor's rough estimations on its anatomy seemed to solidify in his brain, as seemingly every piece of this avian hulk that wasn't part of an optical device was covered in thick bone-like armor. Unfortunately for it, he had a cleaver. Bone was a familiar material for the tool to saw through, and there was plenty of it in front of him, just waiting to be exposed. The Doctor saw the creature back up, but remained firmly underneath it, easily dodging its sluggish and somewhat blinded strike against the heat factory directly under its loins. He turned his head to Vladimir and his comment, which Mundo promptly yelled back with his own set of directions.
"Vladimir pull blood from eye, exposed wound! Mundo make another."
This is where things started to get interesting. The creature began some kind of blade maelstrom about it, but due to the Doctor's keen location underneath the monster, none of its sharpened apparatuses would hit him. The hilt of his cleaver now had the Madman's firm jaws clenched around it, and with a brief sprint the Doctor leaped into the air, and clutched the monstrous bony calves of the monster. Holding on with the raw strength of his muscularly-empowered legs, the Madman of Zaun put his weapon back into his hand, and begun to saw at its Popliteal Fossa; in leyman's terms, the back of its knee. Not only would there be less bone to cut through, but where there were muscles, there were tendons that would find themselves ripped to shreds by his terrible instrument. But no matter the Doctor's strength, he still had to saw his way through it, and that would take time.
Status:95% (regeneratin' passive yo!)
Q: Unused. W: Active. E: Active, R: Ready to use.
Items: On person: - The Ol' Infected Cleaver -Tan Explorer's Canteen -Dr. Mundo-grade (4, 2 consumed) and Normal Human Phisiology-grade Potions (10) -a crowbar -five MundoCorp. Flashlights -Grid paper & pencils for mapping the dungeon -Food
In the Mundomobile: -two crates full of potions if they need to re supply -desert camping equipment -Food and water
Post by Adeptis Lune on Jan 11, 2014 18:01:13 GMT -5
As the beast parried the spark bolt, Adeptis realised he was out of options. He wasn't planning to sacrifice his second chain, and so he could do nothing but wait for his magical reserves to return to him. His current powerlessness only served to piss him off further. He tossed his chain asside and went to the pile of bones Thoven landed in.
"Need help?" He spoke while he was sifting through the bones looking for a big and sturdy one. A weapon was better than none, even if it was just a leg bone. He wouldn't forget to watch the behemoth though. While he was planning on getting up close, he'd do so on his own terms.
Status Healthy(98%) Angry Abilities Focus:0(1/4) Spark Bolt:18 seconds. Inventory 1 week's worth of food and water 1 1.5 meter long chain 1 Ogre Map fragment.
Post by The Crimson Reaper on Jan 12, 2014 19:09:08 GMT -5
The counterattack of the fierce beast was certainly violent, but the Hemomancer stays his position, too far from any whiplash of the action to suffer injury. No, that was a duty to befall his 'comrades', more rough in nature and accustomed to being pummeled, rather than the lithe yet durable frame of Vladimir, who contents himself staying on the fringes as he further exploits every new gash. Mundo's comment proves unneeded, Vladimir already intent on the pulpy mess left of its eye, concentrating on draining its blood and absorbing its life force.
He can feel it, the ravenous beat of this creatures pulse, of its spirit. It was dull, sluggish and blunt, but it thrashed about in Vladimir's ears, terribly desperate to cling further onto its mortality, but it is being drowned out, smothered between the collective efforts of the group. Yet still, a second beat arose in the distance, much smaller comparatively but Vladimir senses it none-the-less. Almost like a fleeting distraction, the Hemomancer's attention is prodded by the new wound opening up on Throven's person. The more the fallen mercenary bleeds, the more Vladimir's appetite craves Throven's own life-force as well, but Vladimir holds fast against the tide of hunger, shaking it off as much as he can.
In a few more quick gestures of his hands, the crimson source undulates, launching off more blood blades at the creature and willing back more of its blood in return and sapping its very health away.
Status: Healthy, 96% (Self-inflicted open wound stemming from right wrist used for resource)
Equipment: Hide Armor Cloth tunic Steel Claw
Leather Satchel Containing: Package of cookies (x3) A bundle of dried liqourice root Ginger sweets (x 2) Canteen of water
Post by The Fae Sorceress on Jan 15, 2014 2:58:28 GMT -5
Dust kicks up as the creature spins out of control in a despriate attempt to attack the Party. Lulu was far enough away to be in no immediate danger, but for whatever reason, the sorceress simply laughs. Lulu claps her hands repeatedly in amusement as the creature spins around blindly
ahahahahahaha!!! he's like a TOP! a veeerry BIRDY top!!!
While Lulu skips around giggling to herself, her two companions notices Dr. Mundo fighting the creature head on. Pix motions Mr. Piggles to follow him. The sorceress continues to laugh to herself while both Mr. Piggles an Pix flutter over to Dr. Mundo and cast their shield, effectively giving the doctor a dual-layered fairy shield
AAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Duckmaciaaaaa!
----------------------------------------------------------------- ACTIONS -Lulu diddles around -Mr. Piggles casts "Help Pix!" (e) on Dr. Mundo -Pix casts "Help Pix" (e) on Dr. Mundo
---------------------------------------------------------------- ABILITIES AND COOL DOWNS Lulu: -Glitterlance -Polymorph -Wild Growth
EQUIPTMENT -Gladian Wand -Magical Large Red Hat [Storage] -Glade Sorceress Clothing -A few day's worth of food stored in hat -Mundocorp Employee ID card -A copy of "Healing Magic for Idiots" -3 gallons of Apple juice also stored in hat
COMPANIONS -Pix the Fae Spirit -Mr. Piggles the Baby Dragon
You find us funny, do you not? A source of amusement. Is that not so? With our pretty clothes, and our convoluted circumlocutions and our little silliness of manner and behavior. And perhaps we are funny... But you must never imagine, that just because something is funny,it is not dangerous.
Post by Jacob Cervantes on Jan 15, 2014 3:28:23 GMT -5
Jacob continued to put distance between himself and the creature. It seemed more pre-occupied with the others than him. The creature was wounded, so some progress was being make. But that should be cause for more vigilance. A wounded beast is much more dangerous, more desperate. The best course of action would be to cripple the creature as much as possible.
The wounded eye and frantic attacks told Jacob that it was somewhat blinded. But if the noises it was making was an indication, it didn't need its eyes to find them. The best idea he had would be to cripple the beast. He aimed or a spot where he believed the amour would be weakest, at the joint between the thigh and hips. He fired another penetrating magic shot at that target.
Status: -Shirt torn from attack -Adrenaline rush ending -Pistol drawn, sword sheathed
-Q: Used, available on nest post -W: Ready -E: Ready -R:Ready
Post by The Narrator on Jan 17, 2014 14:47:16 GMT -5
Location: The Middle Door in the Pyramid. Date: November 27th.
Participants & Post Order:
Thoven Mundo Adeptis Vladimir Lulu Jacob
The steady clacking continued throughout the spinning strike, blood spilling from its wounds and splattering along the ground; seeping into the tiles. There was little time for the beast to metaphorically catch its breath as the purple annoyance seemed to latch onto its limb. Heat radiating from the pest grew in intensity as contact was made, but the flames remained as they were before. Nothing more than a minor annoyance. What qualified as something bearing far more significance was the grinding of bone as /something/ made contact with its enchanted hide- teeth boring into the material and steadily grinding away at the material.
It bellowed once more, claws clicking in the interim as it came to terms with the pain. Something it had been well acquainted with over the past few minutes. The beast raised its leg and kicked, attempting to fling the critter clutching at its leg but with little result- an action that rendered it completely and utterly unprepared for the following strike in an already open wound; the blood whipping into the gash and draining more of its crimson sustenance. Life force congealing into droplets and returning to the hemomancer it now served.
The shielding seemingly went unnoticed as the creature grew in desperation. It lowered its head, squatting down and slammed its leg against its calf- aiming to apply greater pressure on the blade than the good Doctor. An otherwise alright strategy, but something that was most rudely interrupted by magically augmented bullets- the monstrosity bellowing and blindly swinging its arms back towards the general direction from which it was struck despite nothing quite having entered its striking distance. The wild movement flung more of its vile blood about the room as it clicked its jaws.
The beast turned, and took a step with its noninfested leg towards the ranged line… but it was nothing more than a feint. It dove backwards, aiming to crush the purple creature between its leg and the stone ground; muscles tensing in its other leg as it aimed to slam its foot into the bulk of whatever ended up between its legs after it hit the ground.
Shadows stirred in the far end of the room, blood splattering not utilized by the hemomancer hungrily lapped up by the flooring. As the fight continued, the rate at which the fluid was absorbed only accelerated.
tl;dr -Attempts to catch the cleaver, fails because it gets shot. -Progress is being made on its weak point(s); monster is taking damage -Lashes around behind him (shouldn't hit anyone) -It turns around, takes a step with the mundo-less leg. -Clahkuhr uses body slam! -Clahkuhr uses stomp!
New Information Acquired: - It still does not like being stabbed in the eye. It also does not like having tendons cut.
Current Information: - Going off the duck thing, its potential weak point of genitals are hidden beneath armor plating. - It does not like being shot in the eye - Armor plating is seemingly resistant to attacks - Arm blades are immune to attacks - Attacks that strike areas without plating seem to be effective. - Its claws are made of goddamn dwarven mithril or something oh my god. Also it’s really strong. Like Armstrong from Full Metal Alchemist but with less six pack and more duckface. - It’s a goddamn duck or some shit
Status: DBM_CORE_AUTO_RESPOND_WHISPER = "Party is busy fighting against Clacker (Phase 2, 6/7 people alive)"
Post by Thoven Falconflight on Jan 19, 2014 12:08:39 GMT -5
"Get out of my way." He growled quietly, hoping his 'ally' didn't cause the beast to be concerned with its flank. Hopefully, it didn't know how to count.
He was about to finally move in to strike when Providence smiled on Thoven. It tried to dislodge the 'Good Doctor' from his leg by falling on its ass. While Thoven hoped Dr. Mundo wasn't permanently tenderized (because he made such a good meat shield), he had his moment now more than ever. It was on its bum and likely would not engage something so near its face. Might not be able to reach its face...
Thus, Thoven moved in and attempted to stab the over-grown poultry from hell in its damned eye by kicking off a climbing exhibition. However, should the distance not be made, he was very open to stabbing the cretin in the neck which he hoped to be able to reach.
Action: Attempting to climb and stab a duck....I feel I missed an f somewhere....
Status: Hurt (50-70%)
Shoulder injured Bleeding from wounds Crippled right arm Dagger is poisoned
Equipment:
Leather Armor Green Cloak Leather gloves Dirk- poisoned Saber- missing 1 week's worth of iron rations, including a wineskin of water Whetstone and oil
One 5 oz vials of Wyvern Venom: a paralytic that attacks the muscles of the heart causing a heart failure in five minutes in normal human. Can be purged with healing magics of moderate level, but very few potions due to the unique venom of each wyvern.
Post by The Madman Of Zaun on Jan 21, 2014 20:45:54 GMT -5
The Doctor stayed clutched around the thing's leg as it thrashed back and forth like some unruly bull, until the monstrosity slammed its back knee into the stone floor it was once standing on. The Doctor was not the most quick of people to react, and remained attached onto its calf as he found himself being flung down, but at the same time, a quick series of thoughts ran through the Doctor's mind as he braced the cleaver for impact. He felt the ancient floor slam flatly into his back, a slight crunch of bones and a solid amount of damage done to his back muscles in the process. Only so much of the blow could be absorbed by the dual shield offered by Lulu. But this was also what the Doctor wanted in the split seconds he had to think. As he was pushed into the floor, he used the joint strength of impact from both it and the force of his empowered muscles to drive the cleaver further into his leg, until a solid CRACK could be heard splitting through the room. The creature's back leg had finally been torn through. The Madman smiled maniacally as the crimson gore started to pore out, his cleaver finally cutting into what it sought for in the first place.
He went to town.
Status: 81%
Q: Unused. W: Active. E: Active. R: Ready to use.
Items: On person: - The Ol' Infected Cleaver -Tan Explorer's Canteen -Dr. Mundo-grade (4, 2 consumed) and Normal Human Phisiology-grade Potions (10) -a crowbar -five MundoCorp. Flashlights -Grid paper & pencils for mapping the dungeon -Food
In the Mundomobile: -two crates full of potions if they need to re supply -desert camping equipment -Food and water
Post by Adeptis Lune on Jan 24, 2014 18:03:56 GMT -5
((Apparantly something went wrong wrong while editing this post. I'm so sorry for the inconvenience. Changed details will be underlined until the changes in the space-time continuum are processed))
Adeptis picked two femurs from the corpses when he heard a thump and the room shook. Turning around, he spotted that the beast had lost it's footing somehow. A smile crept on his face.
"That's right. Sit! Sit down, like the bitch you are!"
His pent up anger suddenly had a reachable target, and as soon as his reaction speed would carry him, he ran over to the seated Quacker. Stopping at it's back, he'd proceed to slam the femurs in it with full force. He'd strike it over and over unless it stopped him or he tired out.
Abilities Spark bolt:12 seconds
Status Angry, Healthy.(95%)
Inventory 1 1.5 meter long chain 1 ogre map fragment 1 week's worth of rations.
Last Edit: Feb 4, 2014 12:24:32 GMT -5 by Adeptis Lune
Post by The Crimson Reaper on Jan 25, 2014 22:06:58 GMT -5
Twin rivers of red swim through the air at the behest of the Hemomancer, currently engorged on the angry violent frenzy possessing his teammates, specifically Doctor Mundo and Adeptis. All the blood at his command returns, then recollects itself into a massive red ball. He restricts its path, directing it all back above him with swift stroke of his hand, waving it upward.
With further directed movements of his hands, the blood stretches and elongates into a lengthy crimson spear. Hoping to at least splatter it enough to blur the last of the creature's vision if not outright puncture and thus blind it further, Vladimir hurls the gore javelin towards the beast's undamaged eye. With any luck, it may distract the clacker, thus buying Mundo more time to tear away at it from his position.
Status: Healthy, 96% (Self-inflicted open wound stemming from right wrist used for resource)
Equipment: Hide Armor Cloth tunic Steel Claw
Leather Satchel Containing: Package of cookies (x3) A bundle of dried liqourice root Ginger sweets (x 2) Canteen of water
Post by The Fae Sorceress on Jan 28, 2014 4:32:56 GMT -5
With Dr. Mundo hacking away at the leg of the creature, Lulu and co was given a clear target for their next spells, the wound that Dr. Mundo was hopefully creating
Pix, Mr. Piggles, and Lulu began to focus their energies in an almost surgical fashion, aiming at a single point where the wound was
GLITTERLAAAANCE!!!!
Three beams of gladian energy spear towards the wound that Dr. Mundo was making
----------------------------------------------------------------- ACTIONS -Lulu casts "Glitterlance (q) on the Clacker -Mr. Piggles casts "Glitterlance (q) on the Clacker -Pix casts "Glitterlance (q) on the Clacker
EQUIPTMENT -Gladian Wand -Magical Large Red Hat [Storage] -Glade Sorceress Clothing -A few day's worth of food stored in hat -Mundocorp Employee ID card -A copy of "Healing Magic for Idiots" -3 gallons of Apple juice also stored in hat
COMPANIONS -Pix the Fae Spirit -Mr. Piggles the Baby Dragon
You find us funny, do you not? A source of amusement. Is that not so? With our pretty clothes, and our convoluted circumlocutions and our little silliness of manner and behavior. And perhaps we are funny... But you must never imagine, that just because something is funny,it is not dangerous.
Post by Jacob Cervantes on Jan 30, 2014 12:41:07 GMT -5
The summoner breathed a sigh of relief as the creature fell over, his allies swarming it to finish it off. The creature was fearsome, but the sheer numbers and strength they had kept the advantage on their side. He watched as his companions mercilessly attacked the beast. They certainly were a violent bunch, he thought to himself.
He went to stow his pistol when he felt warm liquid slosh over his feet. Upon inspecting, he saw the blood running into the ground. He would of attributed this to Vlad's magic, but the hemomancer had his own supply. What could be causing this? he thought to himself.
Status:Good health (95%) -Shirt torn from attack -Adrenaline rush ending -Pistol drawn, sword sheathed
-Q: Used, available on nest post -W: Ready -E: Ready -R:Ready
Post by The Narrator on Feb 3, 2014 21:10:06 GMT -5
The monstrosity wailed as it finally purged the purple creature from its body. The gash opened by Mundo was more than enough for the triplet of glitterlances to penetrate the flimsy flesh connecting the limb to the rest of the creature- the Madman’s cleaver severing the last remnants of disgusting muscle with Lulu’s assistance. The leg fell onto the ground with a crash, fluids painting the good Doctor crimson with blood and gore. It was simple. It merely needed to remove that which the purple thing was attached to.
The beast arched its back, clacking its jaws and claws in tandem. There was barely any additional response even as the Hemomancer launched a spear straight into the creature’s other eye- as if it were already dead. The clacking slowing as it lost the strength to maintain its furious beat. Blood spilled from its wounds as it lay prone on the ground.
The shadows only raged further as Mundo could feel the torrents of blood dripping onto the ground- coerced by a force more than mere gravity. The previously intimidating aberration now a bloody mess; the only movements were some vague twitching as nerves were pressed and torn. The copious amounts of blood strangely not pooling upon the ground as it splattered.
It was helpless as it vaguely registered the presence of additional assailants- one scaling up the length of its upper body, the other content just to beat against its hardened scales with remnants of its previous meal. The beast clacked weakly, snapping its jaws one last time; remaining upright purely by merit of the length of its limbs.
A deep horn sounded in the dark as the ground shook- a huge circle drawn upon the ground where the monstrosity fell; glimmering with an intense purple glare for but a single moment before four arrows fired from ring. Each one lancing towards a corner of the room as the violet magicks drained from the loop.
Another torrent of blood spewed from every wound the creature had gained over the years, crimson splashing onto the ground and immediately converting a much darker shade of purple that formed instead into countless arrows lancing towards the walls as if with minds of their own; pushing the room into an unnatural, blinding darkness.
tl;dr -Clacker loses a leg. -Clacker loses sight -Clacker's face is smashed in and jesus christ what is wrong with you guys. -Circle magic appears and vanishes -Room is bathed in unnatural darkness- think Nocturne.
New Information Acquired: - Legs are optional. - Magic circles are magical. - Its dead. (Maybe?!?!?)
Current Information: - It still does not like being stabbed in the eye. It also does not like having tendons cut. - Going off the duck thing, its potential weak point of genitals are hidden beneath armor plating. - It does not like being shot in the eye - Armor plating is seemingly resistant to attacks - Arm blades are immune to attacks - Attacks that strike areas without plating seem to be effective. - Its claws are made of goddamn dwarven mithril or something oh my god. Also it’s really strong. Like Armstrong from Full Metal Alchemist but with less six pack and more duckface. - It’s a goddamn duck or some shit
Status: DBM_CORE_AUTO_RESPOND_WHISPER = "Party is busy fighting against Clacker (Phase 3, 6/7 people alive)"
Last Edit: Feb 6, 2014 1:14:49 GMT -5 by The Narrator
Post by Thoven Falconflight on Feb 8, 2014 23:20:36 GMT -5
Thoven was halfway up the beast when the formerly chained man tried to break the assassin's spine with a femur, missing by mere inches as Thoven swung up to grab the collar on the monster. He took a mental note of the near miss for later. Another three leaps within three seconds had Thoven atop the beast and plunging his dirk fully into the flesh between the collar bone and neck, the Wyvern venom infecting the wound. Thoven smiled grimly...until the room went dark.
Normally the dark was Thoven's ally, but this was unnatural and likely to be used against him. Thoven was afraid. However, he was still confident in the abilities of the Champions....two of the Champions behind him. He stayed atop the clacker, awaiting the need to stab it again and listening for movement that didn't match his allies.
Action: Azu might need to confirm, but Thoven is atop Clacker with a dagger planted firmly in his shoulder-ish area, listening for any foes.
Status: Hurt (50-70%)
Shoulder injured Bleeding from wounds Crippled right arm
Equipment:
Leather Armor Green Cloak Leather gloves Dirk- poison has been washed off in gore. Saber- missing 1 week's worth of iron rations, including a wineskin of water Whetstone and oil
One 5 oz vials of Wyvern Venom: a paralytic that attacks the muscles of the heart causing a heart failure in five minutes in normal human. Can be purged with healing magics of moderate level, but very few potions due to the unique venom of each wyvern.
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