Post by The Madman Of Zaun on Feb 12, 2014 6:38:24 GMT -5
Before the room went pitch black, the Doctor latched the cleaver to his side and jumped to his feet. After picking up the large chicken leg, he promptly started to beat the overgrown turkey with its own ligament. Of course, that's when the curtain of darkness swept through the room faster than he could react to, a loud trumpet of sorts summoning the dark upon them. He stopped beating the creature to look up in confusion as he couldn't see anything in front of him. For now, the flames died down, and stopped as he remained still on top of the creature. In his left hand, the leg he previously ripped off. In his right, the cleaver resting on his shoulder. Not too sure what else to do, the Doctor yelled out.
"Mundo not only one who no see, right?"
Status: 84%
Q: Ready. W: Ready. E: Ready. R: Ready to use.
Items: On person: - The Ol' Infected Cleaver -Tan Explorer's Canteen -Dr. Mundo-grade (4) 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 Feb 14, 2014 18:45:44 GMT -5
Adeptis kept striking the beast's back, not caring much about how little it probably was harming the beast. The beast pissed him off beyond reason and so long as it didn't turn to him, he'd keep bashing it. He hit it five times and then was interrupted by a horn. Taking a step back, he noticed how there was purple light on the floor. Having worked out a fair bit of his rage, he decided to pick up his chain again. He started walking over to it, managing to remain upright despite the light tremmors going through the room. When he was at half of the distance, though, the room suddenly turned pitch black.
"Mundo not only one who no see, right?"
"I can't see either. Fairly annoying, I was going to pick up my remaining chain, but now I can't see it. Mundo, is it possible to make the room shake? I might hear it rattle."Adeptis responded, taking a few careful steps forward. Or atleast, what he thought was forward.
Abilities Spark Bolt: 6 seconds.
Status Blinded, Upset, Healthy
Inventory 2 femurs 1 ogre map fragment 1 week's worth of rations
Last Edit: Feb 14, 2014 19:03:59 GMT -5 by Adeptis Lune
Post by The Crimson Reaper on Feb 17, 2014 22:30:53 GMT -5
Vladimir relents his assault, drawing his blood back into his veins before filtering out the remaining life force from the gore of the creature. As the suffocating alien darkness swallows the room, he remains still, choosing to stay standing where he is rather that risk any advancement into the growing dusk. He licks his lips of the remaining blood in anticipation...
((I'm super sorry for the wait. I've the flu and it's difficult to think coherently))
Status: Healthy, 100%
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 Feb 22, 2014 14:28:34 GMT -5
The sorceress could only blink as the room steadily gets darker and darker to the point of pitch blackeness. Normal Human's would probably be blind by this point but Lulu is a Yordle, a creature who has can actually see the infrared spectrum of colors at the cost of weaker perception of the Ultraviolet side of colors.
alright everyone! huddle up!
The two compainions huddle closer to The Sorceress as she scans the room, trying to find anything of interest.
Lulu rolls for Perception Activating Racial Skill: Yordle Vision
((Taken from the Wiki: As with humans, yordles are bipedal sentient beings. They also have male and female genders. Yordles are decidedly shorter than humans; both male and female yordles rarely exceed 1 meter tall, with most averaging around 0.8 meters. Their skin texture ranges from being completely smooth, to very lightly covered in fur, to ultimately being significantly furry. Their skin tone runs a much broader spectrum of colors than their human counterparts; while there is no direct scientific explanation for this, some consider this to be a sign of the yordles’ attunement to Runeterra’s magical nature; it may be note worthy to state female Yordles tend to have smooth skin (commonly blue), while their male counterparts tend to be furry. They generally have inferior vision in the normal spectrum of light than humans. Yordles nevertheless have much better hearing and are able to see into the infrared spectrum of light, whereas humans cannot. Furthermore, they are commonly characterized by their dependence on language, as well as their creation and utilization of complex tools.) -----------------------------------------------------------------------
STATUS: Healthy and Easily Amused (90%)
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 Feb 23, 2014 5:39:35 GMT -5
Jacob felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise as the darkness descended on the room. The feeling of unease filled the room. Jacob followed Lulu's voice to her location. He then fired a shot into the air, one that would be very large and bright. The shot would fly into the air and burst, briefly showering the room in light.
Status: (92%) -Shirt torn from attack -Uneased and tense -Pistol drawn, sword sheathed
-Q: Used, available on next post -W: Ready -E: Ready -R:Ready
Post by The Narrator on Mar 4, 2014 13:33:33 GMT -5
Location: The Middle Door in the Pyramid. Date: November 27th.
Participants & Post Order:
Thoven Mundo Adeptis Vladimir Lulu Jacob
Complete silence enveloped the party together with the unnatural darkness that blinded even the yordle with the conclusion of the horn; interrupted only by the minute sounds generated by the adventuring party. As people moved about, a second aftershock shook the room, the darkness lifting for but a second. The bloodied corpse shifted, whether by its own volition or from the quake was unknown.
Thump.
A reverberation emanated from the monstrous chest. A subtle pulse noted only by he who had scaled the beast.
Thump. Another, followed by yet another. Adagio. The monstrosity’s thick scaled armour plating seemed to be now in a state of flux as flesh seemed to burst from within, a pulsating mass of muscle that threatened to dislodge the man with its sudden appearance, but offered many handholds with the thick disgusting veins that lined the crimson flesh.
The darkness lifted again, this time permanently as the rosy glow absorbed the shadows within itself and almost instantaneously crystallized- a breathtaking, layered Euclidean structure that spanned the length of all four walls. But such beauty was not to last as the assembly shattered almost as quickly as it was formed, countless shards suspended in the air by some otherworldly means; spinning in slow motion.
The beat quickened, the pulsating mass that could only really be described as a grotesque heart had shed the confines of its runic armour, the magic of its scales fading away as tendrils erupted from the mass, writhing and forcing its way into the cracks between the tiles- uprooting the carefully placed stones with ease. Many more operated defensively, both shielding and lashing defensively at any who may have been nearby. That is, any who weren’t currently perched upon its most sacred of organs. The shards shifted, reflecting the light that had now returned to the room and launched themselves not towards the party, but towards each and every bone that had once littered the room. The coral was absorbed by the brittle white and they animated themselves, putting themselves together as they once were- an eerie fuchsia filling in any cracks or defects that may have otherwise once plagued the skeletal frame. Hundreds of skeletons belonging not only to humans, but other monstrous creatures from time immemorial rose – pink flames igniting within their eyes as sentience returned to the Clacker’s victims.
Accelerando.
The rate at which the heart beat had accelerated to an Alla Marcia- a steady tempo as it had reclaimed much of the blood lost prior from its reserves beneath the ground. The same brilliance lit up once more on the skeletons that now marched towards the center of the room, clothing and arming them as they had in life- strands of ethereal muscle weaving themselves into existence and adorning the demonic visages that howled with renewed vigor.
Grand winged beasts took to the air as their wings reformed, a monstrosity that dwarfed even the Clacker itself bellowed at the far end of the room. Then it all stopped. The heart skipped a beat. It thumped, then missed another. A few of the flames within the advancing horde were immediately quenched- the skeletons falling apart and returning to their unaugmented states. The poison that had rooted itself within the organ while it was still small had taken its toll. The muscle attempted to compensate by speeding up the rate at which it operated, but to no avail. It only served to seal its fate as it overexerted itself attempting to field more than it could withstand. Bones rained from the sky as the flames of life were extinguished from the undead army in a cascading wave radiating from the dying heart. The magic holding the muscle together vanished as it erupted into an organic mush- expelling its biomass in a violent eruption that thankfully would cause little to no non-psychological damage. The goo rained upon the party as that which was once the Clacker had fallen.
tl;dr -thank throovahn for saving the day -you’re all covered in goop. -gg, ty for play
New Information Acquired: -its dead
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
Last Edit: Mar 4, 2014 13:34:11 GMT -5 by The Narrator
Post by Thoven Falconflight on Mar 4, 2014 17:17:38 GMT -5
When the monster's muscles began to shift, Thoven reacted without thought, shouting, "STAY DEAD, DAMMIT!", and began stabbing the beast. First, he attempted to remove the jugular, but the collar deflected his dirk (thankfully, not damaging the blade beyond use or repair). Thoven then shifted his attack to other targets, the base of the skull, above that odd bulge in the neck((Adam's Apple)), followed by a few stabs into the shoulder and a few slices across the monster's face. Thoven maintained his footing, but his mind was pure and utter panic. It was dead...but now its mangled heart was beating. The poison should have killed it.
Immune? Maybe, but how? Wyvern venom was as tricky as snake venom. You had to build the resistance to the right species or you were wasting your time.
Maybe the dose was too small? Likely, but what could he do about it? He didn't have time to prepare another coating.
Solution? Keeping stabbing the bastard until it stops twitching.
Thoven didn't even note the light returning to the room or the undead raising to challenge the party. There was only the monster that refused to die....that suddenly shifted forms to...a grotesque and misshapen heart. Thoven plunged his dagger into the meat of the thing and held on for dear life as a tendril went straight for the rib in his arm. Thoven let go of the dagger and quickly removed the offending piece of bone from his arm. Thoven was about to start punching the thing when the beating slowed just a hair. Thoven smiled grimly, feeling the muscles of the 'heart' tighten. He knew this to be his ever reliable poison doing its work. All he had to do was hold and ensure the poison did its job. He swiftly grasped the dagger again with both hands just as the beating accelerated to the point of Thoven being unable to keep his footing. He slipped from atop the monster to hanging by his dagger. He remained there for a half moment before violently ripping the dagger out of the horror and falling the rest of the way to the floor.
Landing on his feet, Thoven glared upwards to the heart when goop fell from the ceiling.
This day was getting better.
Action: getting covered in goo
Status: Hurt (50-70%)
Shoulder injured Bleeding from wounds Crippled right arm Covered in unknown bile and gore.
Equipment:
Leather Armor Green Cloak Leather gloves Dirk- poison has been washed off in gore and has a damaged tip. 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 Mar 5, 2014 7:16:58 GMT -5
Well... that was interesting. The Doctor however was now covered from head to toe in whatever fleshy goo it expelled as the once beating arcane heart came to a stop. He didn't understand why; he was no mage. But that hardly mattered to him as he now had to think of the fastest way to get himself clean. This isn't to say that he wasn't opposed to normally be covered from head to toe in blood, but in this case he didn't want it to impair him, whether it was his cleaver slipping out of his hand or a constant loss of footing, not to mention how blood in the eyes impaired vision. So, the Doctor did the only sensible thing, and set himself ablaze with his Burning Agony. Soon the entire room smelled of burning flesh far too long preserved and kept alive through processes unknown, but it was all starting to flake away from his muscled purple physique. Soon he was simply brushing off charred flesh from himself, and once clean he let the flames die out.
He was wondering about why the heart simply died, but had no good answer to it. It was then that his mind bridged the connection between it and Hemomancy, not implying that Vladimir had anything to do with this but that this type of magic visually seemed to be in his realm of expertise. To this notion, the Doctor grinned and looked at his fellow Noxian.
"Graah Mundo think Vladimir have new idea for spell."
The Doctor then took out his grid paper and pencil, and started a rough blocked out rendition of the Dungeon as it lay, starting from this room and retracing it to the outside in his mind.
(If there is enough demand, I will take some graph paper and draw out the dungeon from Dr. Mundo's memory of where he's passed through.)
Status: 86%
Q: Ready. W: Active. E: Ready. R: Ready to use.
Items: On person: - The Ol' Infected Cleaver -Tan Explorer's Canteen -Dr. Mundo-grade (4) 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 Jacob Cervantes on Mar 10, 2014 1:41:43 GMT -5
Jacob watched shocked as the events that had occurred finally caught up to him. The tension of waiting in the dark, the wonder and fear of the strange magic of the beast. Terror had almost overwhelmed him as the undead army rose from the ground. He had tried to steady himself for coming fight, but he had felt his nerve falter at the prospect of fighting them.
But his nerve would be kept, as the heart failed to keep the army animated and exploded, showering the group. Jacob fell to his knees from the sheer relief at the fight being over before it began. A small laugh of relief escaped him as he continued to watch here the army once stood.
Soon, the stench of burning monster filled the room. The Clacker had smelt awful on its own, but heated it was even worse. Jacob felt his innards turn as the smell of burning rotted flesh. He felt the contents of his stomach rise up his throat and he threw up on the floor.
Status: (92%) -Shirt torn from attack -Relieved, but sick and vomiting. -Pistol dropped, sword sheathed
Post by Adeptis Lune on Mar 10, 2014 12:31:55 GMT -5
Adeptis' cautious advance was halted the first time the darkness flickered
"That didn't-" Interupted by the thumping behind him, Adeptis turned to face the source of the sound. Whatever it was, he still couldn't see it. He took a cautious step towards it, bones ready to swing. Then the darkness lifted forgood, in a rosy glow. At first, it didn't grasp his attention much, but when made out small fragments within the lights, he raised his bones in a defensive position. Meanwhile the goliath's heart seemed to have exited it body, Making him grow suspicious of what was going on.
"I'd wreck that heart."
He spoke while advancing with swift steps towards it. That's when he felt a strong tug at his bones. Wishing not to be floored, he dropped them and watched them fly towards the rest of the bones. When the shards rained towards the bones and they started moving around on their own, he started getting upset.
"Seriously, take it down."
Fortunately, the heart seemed to be agitated over something, as it kept pumping harder and harder and harder and harder until it stopped. Bones rained from the sky, including a few ribs that decided to land in Adeptis' hair quite harshly. Sounds of explosive decompression accompanied a mucky goo that smeared itself on whatever it struck.
The goo smelt horrible, it was like the smell of poorly made lamp-oil torches multiplied by the choking sensation of burning coal. It took him back to periods he thought he'd forgotten. Periods he hoped he had forgotten...
The mix of the disgusting goo and the horrible memories were too much for him to handle. He heaved, and soon after the contents of his stomach would be spewed over the floor. His eyes began to drop some tears, even. It was only through sheer fortitude that he kept his footing
Status: Sick, Emotionally exhausted
Inventory: 1 week's worth of rations 1 week's worth of water 1 ogre map fragment
Last Edit: Mar 10, 2014 12:32:55 GMT -5 by Adeptis Lune
Post by The Crimson Reaper on Mar 14, 2014 1:59:44 GMT -5
Vladimir grits his teeth, irritated at the creature's insistence, and prepares his defense towards the battalion of undead skeletal warriors rising to meet him and his allies. The heart warps and sputters amongst the thresholds of its own stunted pulse, quickly losing the last vestiges of life. It, along with the army, collapses in an anticlimactic (and a tinge bit disappointing to the Hemomancer) manner.
This sudden decay only serves to intrigue Vladimir further, but still he lacks the fight he was looking forward to.
"Tch....How drab." He mutters, resolving to reabsorb the ball of blood swirling in his palm, along with whatever vitality he could muster from the slew. It sinks into his vein, disappearing completely beneath the pallid skin. A few swipes of his hand relents a bit of the paste dripping from him and tosses it to the ground, but not all that bothered by the rest of it.
Suddenly he hears Mundo call his name.
"Yes, Doctor. I think I just may..." Vladimir says, studying the target of flesh heaped in the room. He turns to Mundo, stepping towards him. "On that note, you wouldn't happen to have a spare pouch would you? Perhaps an empty bottle or vial...I think I'd like to take a sample of this with me."
Status: Healthy, 100%
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 Madman Of Zaun on Mar 15, 2014 15:48:35 GMT -5
The Doctor listening to the hemomancer's request looked at him for half a moment as the gears inside his head turned.
"Give Mundo second." he quickly said, his hands shuffling about his backpack until a crimson vial was held gingerly by his massive primate hands. He pulled out the cork, emptied what little of its contents there were into his gaping mouth, swallowed, and then shook the bottle vigorously to force whatever droplets of potion remained inside, out. He held the bottle out for his technical fellow Noxian, although that meant little to the Doctor.
"Mundo need see what Vladimir do with blood." He proclaimed. Both as a scientist and one who used virtually no magic save for the hextech inside his cleaver, what he intended to do with it and what would come out if Vladimir's arcane tinkering intrigued him.
Post by The Crimson Reaper on Mar 15, 2014 19:15:20 GMT -5
"Thank you...doctor." Vladimir takes the bottle from Mundo's oversized hand. Crouching over a puddle of the thick goop, he commands the blood before him to fill the vial, corking it shut.
The Hemomancer stands and surveys the scattered state of his party whilst tucking the bottle away into the inner folds of his clothing. An irritated expression eyes the two figures expelling the remnants of their stomach at their feet, evidently overcome by the foulness of the situation. "Pull yourselves together." He snaps.
Post by The Fae Sorceress on Mar 16, 2014 0:38:32 GMT -5
Lulu blinked once and that was that, The tiny sorceress was covered head to toe in mushed up muscle and organs. The mush proved to be quite heave on Lulu's frame, which caused her to fall backwards on to the ground.
mrmmmpphhh...MMMRRPHH!!!
The sorceress could only roll around shake, hoping someone would help her out of her meat cocoon while her two companions flutter around in panic.
*Save the meat encased Lulu? Y/N
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 The Madman Of Zaun on Mar 17, 2014 0:00:33 GMT -5
It suddenly donned on Mundo where his CEO-in-training had run off to. After a quick survey, he could see the pixie fairy and the baby dragon fluttering frantically around the monster bird's corpse, and the fast kicking of legs finally showed where she was. The blood mage was preoccupied with chiding the non-champions of the groups' constitution, so it seemed up too the Doctor to save her from suffocation by desiccated bird corpse. He shooed the flying creatures away from his reach, and with a light tug pulled the little yordle from the flesh mass, holding her upside down for a brief moment.
"Mundo not see you there."
He planted her back around on the stone floor, her flying companions undoubtedly checking on their "mother".
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