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@baldwin-the-protector
I will change this soon, i promise
#guards talking = original posts.
#guards interacts = interacting with other blogs.
#guards answering = answering asks.
#ooc = out of character/mod is talking.
#guards duty = posts about Baldwin's duty to the Watcher and the King
Ooc: i should have thought about this before, but i have a new rule.
when you send an ask, please say who it's for.
Ooc: not needed on this blog, but just so everyone knows.
Baldwin approaches Lurien.
He's a bit torn up, but otherwise fine
What do we do?
@lurienthewatcherofficial
*Lurien has several charms pinned to himself, specifically the ones that were gifted and the one made from love as he sits there polishing his pin to the best of his ability, trying not to think or feel or do much of anything for the task awaiting him is a heavy one, a burden he has vowed to carry in his own two hands. he glances up at Baldwin only for a quick look before returning to his task, the repetitive motions calming his mind, giving him something to do. just from that short look he can tell the knight has run afoul of something sinister, he can tell this has to end one way or another...*
Holly Knight has rallied the bugs of this city into keeping themselves safe indoors; they trust in the strength of these walls and the work they themself have done to see the buildings stand. As for you? You have clearly done what you can so I simply ask that you do your job. Guard the Spire, merely for the peace of mind it shall bring to those who live within its walls.
I will see this end by my own hands or not at all. I'm going after what has become of him and, should I succeed, I shall return with its liberated remains. If not, do not come looking for me.
...But I will win. I must win. He is hurting, I can hear it, almost feel it, and it would be cruel of me to allow it to continue.
Then so be it...
Baldwin is returning to the spire after burrying his uncle
He has no idea what to do with himself
He hasn't seen Lurien since the king transformed
But he has a feeling he's in the spire
@the-pale-king
*the streets are empty, quiet, it would be a little spooky had this not been the norm for many years and yet, something feels… wrong. it seems darker somehow, colder, like all the colour and light and life has been leeched from the unfeeling unthinking stone. rounding the corner, coming onto the street that leads to the spire, you spot it; a shadow, slowly crawling, tendrils dragging it forwards, body a mix of disjointed angles and sharp shapes; the Lost King…
it hasn’t noticed you yet but it is getting uncomfortably close to the Spire; you could surprise it or make yourself known but keeping it from getting into the Spire and to Lurien is a priority
what will you do?*
Baldwin sees the monster, his friend, but what he sees is no longer his friend
Alright, look i can't have you do that, and i'm having a bad day so can you just...
Actually i'm sorry, but screw this.
Baldwin pulls out his hook and throws it towards them, and pulls at them into a wall hard.
Baldwin rolled a 20+10=30
*the Lost King splatters against the wall, body cracking, slowly dragging itself down the wall leaving a dark stain behind before it turns with a loud snap, a rumbling scream spilling out of it along with void-black spittle*
[Lost King health ????/???/]
[The Lost King rolled 2d20 to attack; total 19]
*it is less an attack, more a warning, tendrils lashing, grabbing onto whatever strewn garbage they can find and flinging them towards Baldwin, hard, each piece of rubbish imbued with dark energy, each falling like shooting stars*
The rubish might be fast, but they are still just rubish
Baldwin swings his axe, cutting them all in two
Baldwin rolled a 19
Alright, i'm sorry for that, i just had someone close to me die, so i'm not in a good mood right now...
Baldwin picks up a couple of barrels and throws them at him
Baldwin rolled a 19+5=24
*the barrels crash into the Lost King and it bends backwards before clicking back into place with a gurgle, twitching its limbs and snapping its head back into place and still, still it advances slowly*
[Lost King health ????/????]
[The Lost King rolled 3d20 to attack; total 55]
*slow turns into fast, fast turns into a shriek, a shriek turns into a barrage of void tendrils whipping this way and that, slashing and clashing and caring not what they hit or hurt as long as the prey before them, the prey the king is seeking, is caught in the downpour*
Baldwin rolled a 10+3+11=24
Baldwin dodges the best he can, but is still hit
269/300
Alright...
Baldwin starts charging at the thing and swings his axe
Baldwin rolled a 18+2=20
*the stench of rot rolls from the Lost King in thick waves, sickening and disgusting as the axe sinks deep into the void, the black oozing over it thick and sticky; it'll be hard to pull the weapon free*
[Lost King health ????/????]
[The Lost King rolls 2d20 to attack; 39 total!]
*now close, now able to reach, the Lost King claws at Baldwin, down his helmet, trying to dig into the gaps in his armour, biting and yelling, thrashing and spitting up black, lashing its tendrils this way and that, clearly not enjoying the axe lodged into it*
Baldwin rolled a 12+19=31
261/300
Baldwin manages to get a grip on his axe, and with all his might, manages to tear off the carapice the axe was stuck in, the pain of it makes it drop him, after which he rolls a distance away from them.
Baldwin rolled a 20+9+13=42
*the Lost King collapses to the ground into a puddle of dark goop, sharp fragments of his pearly shell sticking out of the void like jagged teeth. it looks... dead? inert. silent*
[Lost King health ????/????]
...
...
...
[The Lost King rolls 5d20 to attack; total 61]
*like a gunshot it launches from the ground, all spiralling tendrils of liquid shadow, all writhing darkness and rage. a gurgling scream echoes through the dismal empty streets as it surges forth; a flood, a wave, an attempt to overwhelm completely. the scream is loud enough to shake the cobbles, to make the buildings tremble in fear despite their protections, but luckily for the city itself the Lost King only has one goal in mind; killing*
Baldwin starts to charge, and charge, and charge...
And goes fourth like a comet
And hits it very hard
Baldwin rolled a 2+10+15+15+18=60
But it also hurts Baldwin alot
200/300
*it ambles around, lost, confused, looking for a way out, blubbering random sounds and noises that make little to no sense. but, despite its body barely hanging on by a thread, despite the fact it dribbles void-blood all over the pavement and sways, it does not yet relent*
[Lost King health ????/????]
[The Lost King rolls 5d20 to attack; 71 total]
*the bits of broken barrel are lifted and flung so hard that they disintergrate into tiny shards of pottery and wood upon impact but it is merely a distraction; surrounding the Lost King is an array of void black nails, a mimic of his usual ones that gleam pure soul white. without mercy, without thinking, each one is flung in a deadly barrage of murderous intent*
Baldwin takes it.
Baldwin has armor
He will be fine
129/300
Baldwin throws a hook at the king, and starts swinging him around, hitting the ground and wall multiple times, before it loosens and sends them flying into a wall.
Baldwin rolled a 9+13+10+9+19=60
As they lay on the ground, Baldwin starts approaching them with axe in hand, intending to mercy kill them.
*it looks up at him, pitiful and small, those pure white eyes staring into him like daggers. it sees the axe, sees the intent, sees it all and with a gurgle, it allows Baldwin to draw close before letting the most tortured of shrieks*
[The Lost King used Abyss Shriek; 5d20 damage; total 44]
*the spell bursts out into the quiet rainless street, enough to push Baldwin back at least, enough to give it time, enough to give it room to slink out into the dark leaving behind puddles of gore and viscera behind*
Baldwin is knocked back to the ground, and as he stands up, he sees the thing is gone
Where the fuck is Lurien...
Baldwin is returning to the spire after burrying his uncle
He has no idea what to do with himself
He hasn't seen Lurien since the king transformed
But he has a feeling he's in the spire
@the-pale-king
*the streets are empty, quiet, it would be a little spooky had this not been the norm for many years and yet, something feels… wrong. it seems darker somehow, colder, like all the colour and light and life has been leeched from the unfeeling unthinking stone. rounding the corner, coming onto the street that leads to the spire, you spot it; a shadow, slowly crawling, tendrils dragging it forwards, body a mix of disjointed angles and sharp shapes; the Lost King…
it hasn’t noticed you yet but it is getting uncomfortably close to the Spire; you could surprise it or make yourself known but keeping it from getting into the Spire and to Lurien is a priority
what will you do?*
Baldwin sees the monster, his friend, but what he sees is no longer his friend
Alright, look i can't have you do that, and i'm having a bad day so can you just...
Actually i'm sorry, but screw this.
Baldwin pulls out his hook and throws it towards them, and pulls at them into a wall hard.
Baldwin rolled a 20+10=30
*the Lost King splatters against the wall, body cracking, slowly dragging itself down the wall leaving a dark stain behind before it turns with a loud snap, a rumbling scream spilling out of it along with void-black spittle*
[Lost King health ????/???/]
[The Lost King rolled 2d20 to attack; total 19]
*it is less an attack, more a warning, tendrils lashing, grabbing onto whatever strewn garbage they can find and flinging them towards Baldwin, hard, each piece of rubbish imbued with dark energy, each falling like shooting stars*
The rubish might be fast, but they are still just rubish
Baldwin swings his axe, cutting them all in two
Baldwin rolled a 19
Alright, i'm sorry for that, i just had someone close to me die, so i'm not in a good mood right now...
Baldwin picks up a couple of barrels and throws them at him
Baldwin rolled a 19+5=24
*the barrels crash into the Lost King and it bends backwards before clicking back into place with a gurgle, twitching its limbs and snapping its head back into place and still, still it advances slowly*
[Lost King health ????/????]
[The Lost King rolled 3d20 to attack; total 55]
*slow turns into fast, fast turns into a shriek, a shriek turns into a barrage of void tendrils whipping this way and that, slashing and clashing and caring not what they hit or hurt as long as the prey before them, the prey the king is seeking, is caught in the downpour*
Baldwin rolled a 10+3+11=24
Baldwin dodges the best he can, but is still hit
269/300
Alright...
Baldwin starts charging at the thing and swings his axe
Baldwin rolled a 18+2=20
*the stench of rot rolls from the Lost King in thick waves, sickening and disgusting as the axe sinks deep into the void, the black oozing over it thick and sticky; it'll be hard to pull the weapon free*
[Lost King health ????/????]
[The Lost King rolls 2d20 to attack; 39 total!]
*now close, now able to reach, the Lost King claws at Baldwin, down his helmet, trying to dig into the gaps in his armour, biting and yelling, thrashing and spitting up black, lashing its tendrils this way and that, clearly not enjoying the axe lodged into it*
Baldwin rolled a 12+19=31
261/300
Baldwin manages to get a grip on his axe, and with all his might, manages to tear off the carapice the axe was stuck in, the pain of it makes it drop him, after which he rolls a distance away from them.
Baldwin rolled a 20+9+13=42
*the Lost King collapses to the ground into a puddle of dark goop, sharp fragments of his pearly shell sticking out of the void like jagged teeth. it looks... dead? inert. silent*
[Lost King health ????/????]
...
...
...
[The Lost King rolls 5d20 to attack; total 61]
*like a gunshot it launches from the ground, all spiralling tendrils of liquid shadow, all writhing darkness and rage. a gurgling scream echoes through the dismal empty streets as it surges forth; a flood, a wave, an attempt to overwhelm completely. the scream is loud enough to shake the cobbles, to make the buildings tremble in fear despite their protections, but luckily for the city itself the Lost King only has one goal in mind; killing*
Baldwin starts to charge, and charge, and charge...
And goes fourth like a comet
And hits it very hard
Baldwin rolled a 2+10+15+15+18=60
But it also hurts Baldwin alot
200/300
*it ambles around, lost, confused, looking for a way out, blubbering random sounds and noises that make little to no sense. but, despite its body barely hanging on by a thread, despite the fact it dribbles void-blood all over the pavement and sways, it does not yet relent*
[Lost King health ????/????]
[The Lost King rolls 5d20 to attack; 71 total]
*the bits of broken barrel are lifted and flung so hard that they disintergrate into tiny shards of pottery and wood upon impact but it is merely a distraction; surrounding the Lost King is an array of void black nails, a mimic of his usual ones that gleam pure soul white. without mercy, without thinking, each one is flung in a deadly barrage of murderous intent*
Baldwin takes it.
Baldwin has armor
He will be fine
129/300
Baldwin throws a hook at the king, and starts swinging him around, hitting the ground and wall multiple times, before it loosens and sends them flying into a wall.
Baldwin rolled a 9+13+10+9+19=60
As they lay on the ground, Baldwin starts approaching them with axe in hand, intending to mercy kill them.
Baldwin is returning to the spire after burrying his uncle
He has no idea what to do with himself
He hasn't seen Lurien since the king transformed
But he has a feeling he's in the spire
@the-pale-king
*the streets are empty, quiet, it would be a little spooky had this not been the norm for many years and yet, something feels… wrong. it seems darker somehow, colder, like all the colour and light and life has been leeched from the unfeeling unthinking stone. rounding the corner, coming onto the street that leads to the spire, you spot it; a shadow, slowly crawling, tendrils dragging it forwards, body a mix of disjointed angles and sharp shapes; the Lost King…
it hasn’t noticed you yet but it is getting uncomfortably close to the Spire; you could surprise it or make yourself known but keeping it from getting into the Spire and to Lurien is a priority
what will you do?*
Baldwin sees the monster, his friend, but what he sees is no longer his friend
Alright, look i can't have you do that, and i'm having a bad day so can you just...
Actually i'm sorry, but screw this.
Baldwin pulls out his hook and throws it towards them, and pulls at them into a wall hard.
Baldwin rolled a 20+10=30
*the Lost King splatters against the wall, body cracking, slowly dragging itself down the wall leaving a dark stain behind before it turns with a loud snap, a rumbling scream spilling out of it along with void-black spittle*
[Lost King health ????/???/]
[The Lost King rolled 2d20 to attack; total 19]
*it is less an attack, more a warning, tendrils lashing, grabbing onto whatever strewn garbage they can find and flinging them towards Baldwin, hard, each piece of rubbish imbued with dark energy, each falling like shooting stars*
The rubish might be fast, but they are still just rubish
Baldwin swings his axe, cutting them all in two
Baldwin rolled a 19
Alright, i'm sorry for that, i just had someone close to me die, so i'm not in a good mood right now...
Baldwin picks up a couple of barrels and throws them at him
Baldwin rolled a 19+5=24
*the barrels crash into the Lost King and it bends backwards before clicking back into place with a gurgle, twitching its limbs and snapping its head back into place and still, still it advances slowly*
[Lost King health ????/????]
[The Lost King rolled 3d20 to attack; total 55]
*slow turns into fast, fast turns into a shriek, a shriek turns into a barrage of void tendrils whipping this way and that, slashing and clashing and caring not what they hit or hurt as long as the prey before them, the prey the king is seeking, is caught in the downpour*
Baldwin rolled a 10+3+11=24
Baldwin dodges the best he can, but is still hit
269/300
Alright...
Baldwin starts charging at the thing and swings his axe
Baldwin rolled a 18+2=20
*the stench of rot rolls from the Lost King in thick waves, sickening and disgusting as the axe sinks deep into the void, the black oozing over it thick and sticky; it'll be hard to pull the weapon free*
[Lost King health ????/????]
[The Lost King rolls 2d20 to attack; 39 total!]
*now close, now able to reach, the Lost King claws at Baldwin, down his helmet, trying to dig into the gaps in his armour, biting and yelling, thrashing and spitting up black, lashing its tendrils this way and that, clearly not enjoying the axe lodged into it*
Baldwin rolled a 12+19=31
261/300
Baldwin manages to get a grip on his axe, and with all his might, manages to tear off the carapice the axe was stuck in, the pain of it makes it drop him, after which he rolls a distance away from them.
Baldwin rolled a 20+9+13=42
*the Lost King collapses to the ground into a puddle of dark goop, sharp fragments of his pearly shell sticking out of the void like jagged teeth. it looks... dead? inert. silent*
[Lost King health ????/????]
...
...
...
[The Lost King rolls 5d20 to attack; total 61]
*like a gunshot it launches from the ground, all spiralling tendrils of liquid shadow, all writhing darkness and rage. a gurgling scream echoes through the dismal empty streets as it surges forth; a flood, a wave, an attempt to overwhelm completely. the scream is loud enough to shake the cobbles, to make the buildings tremble in fear despite their protections, but luckily for the city itself the Lost King only has one goal in mind; killing*
Baldwin starts to charge, and charge, and charge...
And goes fourth like a comet
And hits it very hard
Baldwin rolled a 2+10+15+15+18=60
But it also hurts Baldwin alot
200/300
Baldwin is returning to the spire after burrying his uncle
He has no idea what to do with himself
He hasn't seen Lurien since the king transformed
But he has a feeling he's in the spire
@the-pale-king
*the streets are empty, quiet, it would be a little spooky had this not been the norm for many years and yet, something feels… wrong. it seems darker somehow, colder, like all the colour and light and life has been leeched from the unfeeling unthinking stone. rounding the corner, coming onto the street that leads to the spire, you spot it; a shadow, slowly crawling, tendrils dragging it forwards, body a mix of disjointed angles and sharp shapes; the Lost King…
it hasn’t noticed you yet but it is getting uncomfortably close to the Spire; you could surprise it or make yourself known but keeping it from getting into the Spire and to Lurien is a priority
what will you do?*
Baldwin sees the monster, his friend, but what he sees is no longer his friend
Alright, look i can't have you do that, and i'm having a bad day so can you just...
Actually i'm sorry, but screw this.
Baldwin pulls out his hook and throws it towards them, and pulls at them into a wall hard.
Baldwin rolled a 20+10=30
*the Lost King splatters against the wall, body cracking, slowly dragging itself down the wall leaving a dark stain behind before it turns with a loud snap, a rumbling scream spilling out of it along with void-black spittle*
[Lost King health ????/???/]
[The Lost King rolled 2d20 to attack; total 19]
*it is less an attack, more a warning, tendrils lashing, grabbing onto whatever strewn garbage they can find and flinging them towards Baldwin, hard, each piece of rubbish imbued with dark energy, each falling like shooting stars*
The rubish might be fast, but they are still just rubish
Baldwin swings his axe, cutting them all in two
Baldwin rolled a 19
Alright, i'm sorry for that, i just had someone close to me die, so i'm not in a good mood right now...
Baldwin picks up a couple of barrels and throws them at him
Baldwin rolled a 19+5=24
*the barrels crash into the Lost King and it bends backwards before clicking back into place with a gurgle, twitching its limbs and snapping its head back into place and still, still it advances slowly*
[Lost King health ????/????]
[The Lost King rolled 3d20 to attack; total 55]
*slow turns into fast, fast turns into a shriek, a shriek turns into a barrage of void tendrils whipping this way and that, slashing and clashing and caring not what they hit or hurt as long as the prey before them, the prey the king is seeking, is caught in the downpour*
Baldwin rolled a 10+3+11=24
Baldwin dodges the best he can, but is still hit
269/300
Alright...
Baldwin starts charging at the thing and swings his axe
Baldwin rolled a 18+2=20
*the stench of rot rolls from the Lost King in thick waves, sickening and disgusting as the axe sinks deep into the void, the black oozing over it thick and sticky; it'll be hard to pull the weapon free*
[Lost King health ????/????]
[The Lost King rolls 2d20 to attack; 39 total!]
*now close, now able to reach, the Lost King claws at Baldwin, down his helmet, trying to dig into the gaps in his armour, biting and yelling, thrashing and spitting up black, lashing its tendrils this way and that, clearly not enjoying the axe lodged into it*
Baldwin rolled a 12+19=31
261/300
Baldwin manages to get a grip on his axe, and with all his might, manages to tear off the carapice the axe was stuck in, the pain of it makes it drop him, after which he rolls a distance away from them.
Baldwin rolled a 20+9+13=42
Baldwin is returning to the spire after burrying his uncle
He has no idea what to do with himself
He hasn't seen Lurien since the king transformed
But he has a feeling he's in the spire
@the-pale-king
*the streets are empty, quiet, it would be a little spooky had this not been the norm for many years and yet, something feels… wrong. it seems darker somehow, colder, like all the colour and light and life has been leeched from the unfeeling unthinking stone. rounding the corner, coming onto the street that leads to the spire, you spot it; a shadow, slowly crawling, tendrils dragging it forwards, body a mix of disjointed angles and sharp shapes; the Lost King…
it hasn’t noticed you yet but it is getting uncomfortably close to the Spire; you could surprise it or make yourself known but keeping it from getting into the Spire and to Lurien is a priority
what will you do?*
Baldwin sees the monster, his friend, but what he sees is no longer his friend
Alright, look i can't have you do that, and i'm having a bad day so can you just...
Actually i'm sorry, but screw this.
Baldwin pulls out his hook and throws it towards them, and pulls at them into a wall hard.
Baldwin rolled a 20+10=30
*the Lost King splatters against the wall, body cracking, slowly dragging itself down the wall leaving a dark stain behind before it turns with a loud snap, a rumbling scream spilling out of it along with void-black spittle*
[Lost King health ????/???/]
[The Lost King rolled 2d20 to attack; total 19]
*it is less an attack, more a warning, tendrils lashing, grabbing onto whatever strewn garbage they can find and flinging them towards Baldwin, hard, each piece of rubbish imbued with dark energy, each falling like shooting stars*
The rubish might be fast, but they are still just rubish
Baldwin swings his axe, cutting them all in two
Baldwin rolled a 19
Alright, i'm sorry for that, i just had someone close to me die, so i'm not in a good mood right now...
Baldwin picks up a couple of barrels and throws them at him
Baldwin rolled a 19+5=24
*the barrels crash into the Lost King and it bends backwards before clicking back into place with a gurgle, twitching its limbs and snapping its head back into place and still, still it advances slowly*
[Lost King health ????/????]
[The Lost King rolled 3d20 to attack; total 55]
*slow turns into fast, fast turns into a shriek, a shriek turns into a barrage of void tendrils whipping this way and that, slashing and clashing and caring not what they hit or hurt as long as the prey before them, the prey the king is seeking, is caught in the downpour*
Baldwin rolled a 10+3+11=24
Baldwin dodges the best he can, but is still hit
269/300
Alright...
Baldwin starts charging at the thing and swings his axe
Baldwin rolled a 18+2=20
Baldwin is returning to the spire after burrying his uncle
He has no idea what to do with himself
He hasn't seen Lurien since the king transformed
But he has a feeling he's in the spire
@the-pale-king
*the streets are empty, quiet, it would be a little spooky had this not been the norm for many years and yet, something feels… wrong. it seems darker somehow, colder, like all the colour and light and life has been leeched from the unfeeling unthinking stone. rounding the corner, coming onto the street that leads to the spire, you spot it; a shadow, slowly crawling, tendrils dragging it forwards, body a mix of disjointed angles and sharp shapes; the Lost King…
it hasn’t noticed you yet but it is getting uncomfortably close to the Spire; you could surprise it or make yourself known but keeping it from getting into the Spire and to Lurien is a priority
what will you do?*
Baldwin sees the monster, his friend, but what he sees is no longer his friend
Alright, look i can't have you do that, and i'm having a bad day so can you just...
Actually i'm sorry, but screw this.
Baldwin pulls out his hook and throws it towards them, and pulls at them into a wall hard.
Baldwin rolled a 20+10=30
*the Lost King splatters against the wall, body cracking, slowly dragging itself down the wall leaving a dark stain behind before it turns with a loud snap, a rumbling scream spilling out of it along with void-black spittle*
[Lost King health ????/???/]
[The Lost King rolled 2d20 to attack; total 19]
*it is less an attack, more a warning, tendrils lashing, grabbing onto whatever strewn garbage they can find and flinging them towards Baldwin, hard, each piece of rubbish imbued with dark energy, each falling like shooting stars*
The rubish might be fast, but they are still just rubish
Baldwin swings his axe, cutting them all in two
Baldwin rolled a 19
Alright, i'm sorry for that, i just had someone close to me die, so i'm not in a good mood right now...
Baldwin picks up a couple of barrels and throws them at him
Baldwin rolled a 19+5=24
Baldwin is returning to the spire after burrying his uncle
He has no idea what to do with himself
He hasn't seen Lurien since the king transformed
But he has a feeling he's in the spire
@the-pale-king
*the streets are empty, quiet, it would be a little spooky had this not been the norm for many years and yet, something feels… wrong. it seems darker somehow, colder, like all the colour and light and life has been leeched from the unfeeling unthinking stone. rounding the corner, coming onto the street that leads to the spire, you spot it; a shadow, slowly crawling, tendrils dragging it forwards, body a mix of disjointed angles and sharp shapes; the Lost King…
it hasn’t noticed you yet but it is getting uncomfortably close to the Spire; you could surprise it or make yourself known but keeping it from getting into the Spire and to Lurien is a priority
what will you do?*
Baldwin sees the monster, his friend, but what he sees is no longer his friend
Alright, look i can't have you do that, and i'm having a bad day so can you just...
Actually i'm sorry, but screw this.
Baldwin pulls out his hook and throws it towards them, and pulls at them into a wall hard.
Baldwin rolled a 20+10=30
Baldwin is returning to the spire after burrying his uncle
He has no idea what to do with himself
He hasn't seen Lurien since the king transformed
But he has a feeling he's in the spire
@the-pale-king
Baldwin enters his home and sits besides his uncle
Hell... what a mess....
Amalric asked what was wrong
Baldwin tells about what happened when he was away, and about how the king had become a giant monster
I'm............
I'm an awful knight
Proud of you
Proud of.......
Amalric seemingly falls asleep...
Amalric is not breathing...
Amalric is gone...
Ooc: there's been a change of plans, i'm back in it.
Ooc: in case anyone needs to know, i decided to take a break with Scott, some of his stuff he's doing is a bit too sensative for me and makes me uncomfortable.
That also means that Baldwin is gonna be on a bit of a hiatus for the moment
Ooc: just so everyone knows.
*the Steelwyrm has been left where he'd fallen for the most part, a couple of new wounds decorating his battered and shattered body, a very satisfying sight if that little vindictive thing that lives inside of him gets its way. but the Pale King pushes aside all emotion as he holds his head high and strides over the desolate ground. is this truly what the great Lord of Domination has become? a loser? a wretched defeated lump of shell and flesh? how droll. how boring.
how completely and utterly dissapointing to see. honestly, he had expected more*
Has thou anything thou wishes to say to Us?
*he jerks, eyes wide, scarred face wearing surprise but soon he twists it into a wicked jagged smile, voice rolling from his tongue sweet as honey, buttery soft and fond, a voice that could charm a beggar out of his last geo. the Pale King merely stares and stares and stares*
Strel...itzia... what a, urgh, ahah, misunderstanding we... we had, hrmm? Come now... don't... leave me like this...
*its almost like a light being turned on. days of being left on the ground to rot, unmoving and uncaring, the Steelwyrm instantly begins to crawl towards his prize, his pet, long claws digging into the ground, a trail of gore behind him as his body rots and decays. completely unable to heal without help, unable to use Soul without the permission of the very god that controls it, he has been slowly and painfully festering. but now, he sees a chance, he sees a way out. he can turn on the charm, sway the Whitewyrm back into his graces. he. can. still. win
and yet, as he reaches out, hands catching the edge of that wedding dress, the Whitewyrm steps back, his cold gaze a piercing pain. his silence even more so*
No... no... you... you're better than this! We're Wyrms! We... are gods!
You'd... give me up... for a mortal? We. Are. Better!!
*blood wells up in his throat, he spits it onto the ground with such hate and malice that it becomes insult. and still, the Whitewyrm stares. stares and stares and stares and stares. how he hates it. he hates it! how dare it look at him like that?! how dare it deny him?! he owns that stupid fucking Wyrm! he owns it mind body and soul! body most of all!*
he...al... me. Strelitzia. I command. Heal... me. hurry now... at least one of us... must survive! Our supremacy must continue! we... will not... die...
heal... me...
stre
lit
zia...
*the Pale King watches in silence as little by little, the Steelwyrm's life drains away. he stands. and he watches. watches as his eyes lose their light. watches as his hands drop limply to the ground with a thud. watches as his blood ceases to flow, sits stagnant and cold within his rotting corpse. watches. as his breath. ceases entirely. and the world is better for it, for once.
a Wyrm's death—any Wyrm's death—is something to weep for, to lament, to cry at the injustice of... or so he had once believed. but, in the end, they are but flesh and shell, they're just bugs. after all this, after everything, he's just another bug. just another living thing. a part of the world just as all else it
the Pale King takes one last, long, hard, lingering look at the pile of gore that is the Steelwyrm and turns away. simply turns. and walks away. his gaze turned upwards towards the watery misty sky. how long has it been since he actually lived under the endless above? too long, far too long. and now? never again. but at least he fufilled his promise; he took Lurien to see the stars
and speaking of...
his pace quickens. the last glimmer of light within him flickers weakly. if he hurries he can use that tiny pinprick of pale power to soothe the final vestige of his moth's hurt. he can wish away the wounds, the injuries, the parts of him that ache. he can leave with a breath of kindness rather than destuction. maybe he can...
he coughs. harsh and painful. cold seeps through the white gowns he was stitched into, black drools down his front like ink spilt over a pure canvas. and he continues, hobbling forth, falling besides where Lurien rests, recovering from the fight with a harsh gasp
the moth is immediately on him, his voice distant as if under water, as if he's shouting from miles away, blue eyes so so so bright widened in fear, his hands grasping at his rapidly brusing shell. but the Pale King—no. No—Strelitzia knows there is no escaping this now. his frail shaking hand reaches up to carefully cup at his moth's face, wiping away a small tear as he does so*
Lurien... thank you. For everything you've done for me. I... you. You have made me so very happy. Look after our children for me. Make sure Belleflora doesn't over work herself. Keep Holly and Hornet company if they let you.
oh... and... apologise to Delphinium for me. I... have not treated them with the kindness I should have...
...and...
...I am...
...sorry for... leaving you... behind...
*a final act. a final push. he allows that tiny shimmer of soul yet left within him to kiss gently over Lurien's features, stitching together the last of his wounds, soothing his bruises, and doing what little it can before...*
void corruption 100%
*with as much strength as he can muster he pushes himself aside, crawls and claws away, heaving, gagging, black spewing from his maw with a terrible gurgling scream. his body rips in agony, his abdomen finally rotting out to reveal nothing but a hollow oozing with void drenched blood
he... bends.
and he breaks
and he screeches so loud it cracks the earth
shatters the air
every last part of him that is pale, that is how he was made, that is him
it is devoured
consumed
and in its place is something... else. something... dark and twisting, fragments of shattered shell sticking out of the slick shadow that takes his shape like sharp teeth
the king has been... lost*
Ah fuck
I thought i was done now.
*all is peaceful. all is quiet. all is as it should be as those who have earned victory celebrate or rest, relieved that this is finally well and truly over. at long last, the Steelwyrm had been felled and his city turned to rubble. slaves and nobles and surviving Sentinels all stand, confused, lost, without purpose, without home, and the heated rubble where the Pale King had speared the ground with endless nails of soul sits there smoking, a stain left behind
...
until it moves. the pile shifts, rocks falling to the side as a single grey hand pierces though the mess, bloodied and broken. the Steelwyrm crawls free, maskless, amrourless, and completely and utterly defeated. he crawls up, shaking with agony and effort, his voice a rough slurred growl*
You.... haven't won..... I... am the one who... wins!!
@xero-and-markoth
Heheheheh
Us, weak, mere, mortals...
Managed to turn your daughters against you, from what i know, they are to blame for what has happened to you...
Your kidnapped bride is on our side again.
Your soldiers are either dead or have deserted.
There is no other ones you can turn to
You have lost...
Y'know i once knew someone who was a victim to someone like you.
You know what i did?
Me and a few others burned the abuser's house, him still inside...
His screams was like music to me..
Now i like originality.
So i'm not burning you to a crisp.
Your victim will probably want the kill...
So i'm doing this instead.
*Glacier steps on the Steelwyrm’s head, pin in their hand*
*They won. The person who harmed Pane, their father, and who knows how many other is at their mercy. If this was only a few months ago, maybe they’d consider a peaceful approach, a pacifist way to end this, but now? Now, when they’ve seen so much loss, killed so many people?*
*…*
*Their throat is closed up, and yet…*
H…e..he…h…
*They laugh. The sound isn’t a true laugh, more of wind echoing through ice in a sound that slightly resembles a laugh, but it gets louder, more joyful (or crazy). They fucking won*
@dryya-the-fierce
Dryya punches Xero to the ground and kicks Glacier down from the Steelwyrm's head. She was not going to stand for torture. She bows down and heals the injury Xero caused.
"If you're in this army, you adhere to our laws! If you lay a cruel claw on him, I will fucking kill you! Baldwin, make sure nobody hurts him. The order to execute is the Pale King's, until then he's a prisoner of war and shall not be harmed!"
@baldwin-the-protector
I can only make sure that he doesn't die...
Baldwin looks at the monster
You are pathetic, so pathetic that i almost feel sorry for you...
Almost
@blackguard-sentinel
*fragile it looks. small. shaking. in pain. the Steelwyrm finds himself feeling a sliver of regret. finds himself feeling a fragment of pity for it, a slice of empathy as the Whitewyrm almost sways on its feet, eyes unfocused behind the clouds of dancing veils draped over its dimutive form. not long now though. no, not long. not long until he has claimed his deserved reward. not long until he can finally own his mate of old. Delphinium, that root, that stupid moth... all of them have lost and he? oh how he has won! how he has claimed victory! how he has—*
We did not think one would show ones face here. After all, is it not painful to see one's mate take the hand of another?
*the Steelwyrm steps forth, looking down from the grand stage at the gathering of pathetic little morsels headed by the moth who, by all accounts, should be rotting on the ground somewhere. persistent little mite, isn't he? and his friends too. a rough shove has the Whitewyrm positioned behind him, out of sight out of mind, but that damned dream drenched mortal simply stares him down, practically vibrating with rage so hot it could melt the very metal his city is built from. well, this'll be a bit of entertainment for the crowd...*
So... that's how it is. Very well. Fight well, Our friends! May glory guide your souls unto oblivion! To the visitors, I offer the first blow!
[Steelwyrm health 1000/1000]
[Pale King health 100/1000]
*the crowd erupts into cheers louder than ever, echoing through the eletric air, breaking the tense silence with revelry untold. this is it, the grand finale!*
@lurienthewatcherofficial
*there he is. there! right there! dressed in a gown so artificial, so stifling, so unlike him that for a moment Lurien barely even knows its his Strelitzia, His Beloved. he looks... thin, broken, he doesn't even respond when shoved, he doesn't even look towards him. void below what has this shitworm done?!*
[Lurien health 300/300]
[Lurien rolled 5d20 to attack! 20 + 20 + 12 + 14 + 13; total 79 damage!]
*he leaps into the air, his wings spread in a flash of vivid blue but his pin strikes in an arc of gold; glimmering and perfect and almost sickly. almost like a memory of the infection that destroyed Hallownest. he jabs and slashes at the Steelwyrm in a frenzied furious flurry, the blaze of dreams at his command fueling him even further*
@dryya-the-fierce
Dryya remembers the advice Pieris had given the group. The bastard could burn, huh? See if that'd do him good. Dryya summons in her hand the only spell she knew besides Focus.
Soulfire, a white burning plasma of Soul harvested from the Blackguard. She winds up and tosses it straight at the Steelwyrm.
((1+1+16+13+10)Ă—2=82 damage!)
300/300
@baldwin-the-protector
HEY!!! SHITASS!!!
The asshole doesn't have time enough to react to Baldwin rolling right at him, sends himself jumping and hits him right in the face
Baldwin rolled a 20+17+15+4+17=73
300/300
Holy fucking shit, and here i thought that i was surrouned by the biggest bitches and morons in the world, but now that i have meet you, i can see i was wrong on both of those.
Did you really think that you could take our bitch from us, then you must have severe brain damage.
I'll ignore how comically evil you are, which by the way you must be compensating it for something.
I'll say this too, a face that not even your mother would love, and dressed like that, you must think that you are the most beautiful thing around, but i have seen roadkill from a stag prettier than your face alone.
Fucker is so ugly you should be put in a show about animals, just need some old geezer doing a voice over.
I can't even remember what your kid said, but i can see that your ugly ass got the least protective shell i have ever seen, and already know what i should do.
Xero arm changes and he starts shooting fireballs at the ugly freak.
I was going to say this is going to make you prettier, but not even you being born a different person would make you that.
Xero rolled a 17+14+9+19+17Ă—2=152
300/300
@the-steelwyrm
[Steelwyrm armour defence; 100]
[Steelwyrm rolled 10d20 to defend; 143 total; total defence 243]
[Steewyrm rolled 5d20 to heal; 52 total]
[Steelwyrm health 909]
*he simply dodges and walks around most attacks, the pathetic insults rolling from him and the flames of soul and Xero's fireballs licking at him but he hardly seems to give a care, almost laughing as he rips soul from the Whitewyrm cowering behind him, the poor thing screaming in pain as he does so*
[Pale King health 95/1000]
You are good, but, not that good We are afraid.
[Steelwyrm rolled 10d20 to attack; 80 total]
*a slave bows before him and with a swift motion, a single touch, their body is torn asunder, their shell reforming, their limbs snapinng, as they become a blade for their master. with a sick twisted laugh the Steelwyrm dances through his enemies, slashing and stabbing. Lurien, Dryya, Baldwin and Xero take 20 damage each!*
What shall one do, little shadow?
@glacier-the-vessel
*Glacier is shaking with rage, staring at the Steelwyrm. How dare he first take Pane, weak and suffering, to get close to their dad, and how DARE he hurt their dad, break and harm him, thinking he's on top of the world?*
*The temperature around them drops slightly, the tip of their pin becoming coated in ice. Their throat feels closed up, but they don't mind. They don't need breath after all*
*The Steelwyrm's weak to fire, they know this. They should be at a disadvantage, since ice is their weapon as well as their pin. But they can help their allies by cooling the Steelwyrm down, no?*
I swear... with every fiber of my being... you will pay for everything you did... for Dad... for Pane... I will make sure you die!
*They stab the ground, causing giant icicles to erupt from the ground in the Steelwyrm's direction*
[20 + 20 + 13 + 19 + 13 = 85 damage! (since it's a big attack I'm using all the dice for it)]
[HP: 300/300]
@eternal-voidbound-fire
*Initially, the ironically familiar larger vessel's eyes widen, shock and annoyence fighting for dominance all the while, before they force neutrality and coldly (ha the irony) state,*
Well. Short time no see, steel problem.
*Before both their 'hands' clench and gain flame and, with both, they two massive fireballs are sent directly at the shit- Steelwyrm.*
*Though, once thrown, the tension in their partner is quite obvious, as they just nudge their sibling, who glances down and immediatly murmurs a "oops" while slightly retracting their claws.*
(17, 12, 9, 18, 13 -> 69 Ă— 2 -> 138 damage dealt!)
(Health - F: 299/300)
(Health - T: 300/300)
(Anger Meter: 35% +)
(Combat Rolls! 6, 12, 14, 18, 19, 69 damage!) (Total HP: 300/300) The air shifts, dropping a few degrees in temperature - the only warning before The Biting Wind -shatters- the veilstep that was shrouding them. That was their target, their focus isn't even on the Pale King (though, seeing the state he was in… it only made their blood boil more.) This ends HERE, is the only screaming thought in that mind of theirs, the fury alone biting at their mouth, demanding they bare their teeth early. They do not. Instead, they charge forward, only opening their jaws to try to catch the blade-arm to mitigate further damage. Reckless? Yes. Was there a plan behind that? Also yes. The only actual sentence from them was a violent warcry in words that only they knew. BANDU THORIBAS! CUT HIM DOWN!
@scarlet-and-dew
[Dew: 300/300]
Dew freezes slightly at the sight of the Pale King screaming in pain. But he quickly steels himself again. Can't run, can't hide. Gotta fight.
That method...
Hmm? Does it know something?
I have a suspicion, but I'd need to see it a few more times. For now, focus on the Steelwyrm.
Dew nods, then turns his gun on the Steelwyrm, fires twice, then rushes in to strike twice before stepping backward to strike again.
"DIE!"
[Dew rolled a 28 to attack (3+4+3+4+14)]
@the-steelwyrm
[Steelwyrm armour defence; 100]
[Steelwyrm rolled 10d20 to defend; total 127; total defence 227]
[Steelwyrm health 816/1000]
*a barrier deflects all but the flames, with a hiss the Steelwyrm shows signs that his defence is starting to waver! but, his rage, his fury, his willingness to attack has not*
[Steelwyrm rolled 15d20 to attack; total 200!]
*the blade forged from slave is driven into the metal at his feet as he raises both hands to the sky. as if summoning down the unseen and distant stars shimmering glitter begins to drift down before, sudden, violent, the Steelwyrm drops both hands, bringing down a storm of lighting. each party member takes 16 damage!*
[20 + 16 for Lurien, Dryya, Baldwin and Xero]
Strelitzia... I believe you have sat idle long enough. Come, show them that you are not bound by mortality. Show them how powerful you truly are!
@the-pale-king
*for the first time, he moves. lurches. like something on a string. like a ball jointed doll with loose limbs. like someone half-starved and fully mad. he staggars and sways up to stand besides the Steelwyrm, the too long veil draped around his wasting form billowing out behind him*
[the pale king The Steel Bride rolls 5d20 to attack; 20 + 20 + 19 + 18 + 18; total 95]
*without hesitation a single pale hand grips at his chest pulling free something brilliant, something blinding. a blade forged from the purest of soul. and once again, no hesitation, no signs of free thought in his head, he lunges, the blade blazing with soul fire as he attempts to slice Lurien's head clean from his shoulders. black leaks from his mouth, clearly this action pains him more that he is allowed to voice*
[Steel Bride health 85/1000]
@pluralhornet
Hornet did not see what was happening around her.
She only saw her father.
The few memories of him she had flashed before her eyes. Mostly, they took place in his workshop, or the White Palace.
He was never a great father. But he clearly cared.
... And now, here he was.
Battered. Clearly worse for wear.
... And then he was attacking his own... Watcher? She did not know his relationship with Lurien, nor did she especially care.
She didn't even care about the lightning(?) that struck her.
She simply walked forward, interposing herself between the moth(?) and the Wyrm, and then grabbed her father, Silk flying from her spine as she attempted to mend the King's wounds.
(4 + 5 + 8 + 11 = 28 healing for the Pale King)
... And then did her best to restrain her father and keep him from harming anyone else
(17 to tie him up. Uh. You get to determine what effect, if any, that has).
@beast-queen-of-deepnest
*Herrahs eyes widened when she saw the pale king. She had always seen him as pathetic, weak, not worth the worship he gets. she always saw him and revolted in disgust as she does to all pale beings... but now when she looks at him she just feels... pity. Sad, even. Why was that?*
*she snarls and rushes for steelwyrm, claws bared. She came here for battle... to support Lurien... but she felt more purpose behind her attacks now. She didnt understand why or where it came from, but she would fight to the end regardless.*
[3+19+1+15+12= 50 dmg!]
[284/300 hp]
@partialpablo
*Pablo sees the state of the pale king, and his demeanor shifts. Not angry. Not sad. But its different.*
*Pablo lobs two pimpillos at the steelwyrm as a distraction, and rushes towards the Pale King*
*He raises his hammer above his head when he reaches the pail king...
And chucks it straight towards the steelwyrms head*
*with his hands free, he kneels down and begins focusing to heal the pale king. It's not very strong, but it's the best they're all getting*
(8+16=24*2=48 on the pimpillos, a single 11 on the hammer throw, and 10+15=14 on healing the Pale King)
[Health is 284 of 300]
@theabyssalshaman
Uunvraxis stares at the King.
The feeling of the Void within the king is... palpable.
... He cannot say, from this distance, whether or not he can cure the King for certain. But he is almost certain he can't. He can MAYBE by the King a little bit more time before being completely killed by moving it away from the King's vital organs. Perhaps, if he were to spend every waking moment with the King and then never ever sleep, he could keep the King alive for... a year? A month? A week?
But he would just be delaying the inevitable.
He's not even going to try to heal the King. It seems like, er... The small one with the Silk, and... the one with the hammer... have it covered...
Uunvraxis doesn't know these bugs' names. The only name here he knows is that of Lurien.
So, Uunvraxis turns to the Steelwyrm, and he says,
"My ancestors wielded the darkness that lies deep within the bowels of the earth.
"I am the first in generations to wield this nothingness as well.
"I understand it better than almost anyone else here.
"It is the scourge of all life. Including your own.
"And it is only deadlier with a will to compell it.
"You cannot hope to win this fight so long as I am here. And here I stand; here I'll stay."
Using all of his might, enhanced by the Shaman Stone, Uunvraxis casts Nightfall Spear, the Void-based, Soul-infused projectile hurling itself at the Steelwyrm.
(2(5 + 10 + 12 + 17) = 88 damage received (OOC: OH MY FUCKING GOD THAT IS NOT ENOUGH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH)
... And then, with a flash of Soul along his shell, Uunvraxis heals his own wounds.
(20 = 20 healing received) (OOC: OKAY THAT'S BETTER)
(300/300 health)
@the-steelwyrm
[Steelwyrm base defence; 80]
[Steelwyrm rolled 5d20 to defend; total 63; total defence 143]
[Steelwyrm health 762]
*the pimpillos blind the Steelwyrm for a moment, enough time for Herrah to make a dent in him, enough time for the Nightfall Spear to hit, but he recovers, growling but not at the party, at the other Wyrm*
How pathetic is one to accept heals from the enemy?! Strelitzia; I once considered you my better but no longer! Act your part!
[Steelwyrm rolled 5d20 to attack the Pale King! total damage; 45]
[Pale King health 102/1000]
*the Steelwyrm drags his 'mate' away from the troublesome moth before striking him hard across the face, knocking him to the ground in a heap of limbs and silks. for a moment, he simply lays there before slowly pulling himself up. the look given to the Steelwyrm is proof enough there is still some of him left in there, buried under the murk. in his rage, the steelwyrm forgets who he is fighting and neglects to attack!*
@lurienthewatcherofficial
[Lurien rolls 5d20 to defend; 20 + 19 + 17 + 16 + 10; total 82]
[Lurien health 251/300]
*he's able to dodge the Steelwyrm by flapping his wings and dancing out of the way, no problem, he's smaller and faster and smarter than he is, even the soul lightning isn't a bother as he takes the chance to dive out of the way, but, that's when things start to go wrong
Strelitzia moves. and he moves quick. quicker than Lurien does, he knows that for certain, they have fought before. he won by dumb luck but here, when its real, when its so very real, its all he can do to block as many swipes, his shell crackling under the heat of the soul flame wreathed blade*
Love. Love its me, I'm here, I came for you I'm here I'm here. Please please hear me. Look! Look even Herrah came to save your rear! Even Hornet came all the way from Pharloom! You don't want to let her down, do you? Come on, you... you know me... You know me...
*his words don't seem to make a difference... for now*
@dryya-the-fierce
Dryya had been smacked and struck by lightning, the aftermath of which still tingled in her system. But she smiles at the wound over her side. The blade had cut through the armor and dealt damage. Nut well, that'd be something for Thistle to look at.
(264/300)
Dryya stands up and rushes at the Steelwyrm again, clambering up on his back and attempting to saw through his armor to slice his throat.
(12+7+3+1+2=25 damage.)
@eternal-voidbound-fire
*This time, upon registering the events, the larger vessel (with the small one holding on for dear life-) just looses a vast majority of whatever composure they had, giving a wordless, flat-out angry scream and lunging for the Steelwyrm themselves, arms ablaze as they swipe at him with both sets of blazing claws, as the general vicinity has suddenly begun to heat in spite of the prior cold.*
*(Why is there smoke coming from them? That is unusual...)*
(19, 18, 7, 19, 20 -> 83 Ă— 2 -> 166 damage dealt!)
(Health - F: 299/300)
(Health - T: 300/300)
(Anger Meter (F): 85% +)
(Stress Meter (T): 45%)
(Combat Rolls! 17, 8, 19, 4, 18, 66 damage!) (Total HP: 284/300) The lightning bolts from earlier find purchase into North's fur, slicing clean. The only noise they make is a furious growl, feeling their blood already matting their fur. They need to keep adding pressure, hackles bristled and already feeling their fury roil underneath both old and new wounds and thick fur. Cut him off from the Pale King, RIP HIM APART, was the current plan. And when they see an opportunity, they take it. North swings back around, and snaps teeth again at the same blade, trying to put themselves between the Steelwyrm and the Pale King, baring teeth to the gum and ears so pulled back they could be possibly considered as part of their fur, keeping themselves almost firmly in place. They aren't moving out of the way. They WON'T MOVE, watching almost too intensely.
@scarlet-and-dew
[Dew: 284/300]
“URGH!”
Dew is knocked back by the lightning strike, just barely avoiding lethal areas.
I see now.
Hmm?
It’s Soul Manipulation. The Steelwyrm is using him as a Power Source.
Without an Extractor? He thought only beings of the Void could do that. Hell, even the Gods of Steel needed to use Extractors to get to Soul out of someone.
The Steelwyrm has an awesome amount of power. I have no doubt it figured out a way to do so. And it did so in a terrifying way as well. Look at the Pale King. He doesn’t even look alive. He might as well be a walking corpse.
…So then what do they do?
Isn’t it obvious? We kill the king. Cut off the Power Source, weaken the Wyrm.
WHAT? DIDN’T THEY COME TO SAVE THE PALE KING?
The others came to save the Pale King. We are here to kill the Steelwyrm.
Can’t they try to bring reason to the Pale King?
I have seen the way the Steelwyrm is able to break those in its captivity. The Pale King is gone. We’re putting down a shell.
But Lurien-
Will come to understand someday. The lives of millions of innocents are not outweighed by the life of one broken king.
Dew pauses. And then, he does something he has not done in a long time.
“…May the gods above forgive me for what I am about to do.”
And then Dew spins around…
…Turning his weapon right onto the Pale King. He fires, once, twice, thrice, four times, and then charges in to strike with his nail.
[Dew rolled 50 to attack the Steel Bride (9+18+7+9+7)]
@the-steelwyrm
[Steelwyrm base defence; 60]
[Steelwyrm rolled 5d20 to defend; total 61; total defence 121]
[Steelwyrm health 626/1000]
*his armour is beginning to weaken, it won't hold much longer, it can't hold much longer but, upon seeing one enemy raise their weapon towards his conquest, towards his bride, he growls in fury, whole body shaking with it, but... he is too late to defend it. he is too slow to block the blow. instead he howls, a great warbling screech that shakes the ground spilts the very sky. it sounds like the promise of utter destruction...*
[Steelwyrm rolled 20d20 to attack; total 400; each party member taks 33 damage unless blocked]
*he raises up to his full height, an imposing terrible thing, all sharp corners, all trembling rage. and his maw splits open, jagged and cruel, head raised to the heavens and with a scream, louder than before, terrible, enough to quiet the cheering crowds and again rains down a storm of lightening bolts, more powerful than before, searing bright and angry. so very angry. you should not have done that...*
@the-pale-king
[The Steel Bride does not defend]
[Steel Bride health 52/1000]
*Lurien cries out, an anguished pitiful thing, as the shots jerk him left and right before the nail knocks him down. but once more, he raises, jittery and shaking and... his eyes, black, glassy, unseeing, unfeeling snap onto a new target now. the one who dared to harm, dared to injure, dared to... dared to... in its confusion, the Steel Bride attacks the Steelwyrm*
[The Steel Bride rolls 5d20 to attack; 20 + 19 + 15 + 14 + 10; total 78 damage!]
*hands raised, a five gleaming nails are summon and shot towards the Steelwyrm, shattering into millions of razor sharp shards upon contact, becoming a whirlwind of cutting blades. when it is finished, the Bride doubles over and vomits black onto the ground*
void corruption 92%
@pluralhornet
Hornet tried to dodge the attacks.
(16 + 18 = 32 defense)
Then she tried to heal some of her wounds.
(1 = 1 healing received)
Then she tried to heal her father's wounds, or she was going to, until she watched him vomit Void onto the floor.
This... This was worse than anything she had ever seen before.
She stood, frozen by the horrid, grim, macabre novelty—.
Oh, hell no Hunter, we aren't having any of that, The Reaper told her.
And then the Reaper was in control.
Heartless and caring only for herself, the Reaper was unbothered by the sight of her father vomiting up Void.
Heal him, The Hunter urged, backseat-driving.
"Are you serious?" The Reaper hissed, accidentally speaking out loud.
YES. HEAL HIM.
... Fine.
Begrudgingly, the Reaper attempted to bind the Pale King's wounds.
(8 + 11 = 19 healing received)
DO IT BETTER THAN THAT! The Hunter shouted.
WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!?! I'M A MURDERER, NOT A HEALER!
(284/300 health)
*Herreh braces herself, covering her face and vitals with her claws.* [16+13= 29 to defend]
*She launches herself forward again, tearing into the steelwyrms armor and peircing the flesh beneath.*
[18+17+18= 53 dmg!]
@partialpablo
(Sorry I'm late, was watching a movie)
*Pablo doesn't try to block anything. He just focuses on the pale king*
(2+2+4+9+10=28)
[251/300 hp]
@theabyssalshaman
Maybe Uunvraxis should have blocked the attack. Maybe he shoud have.
But he didn't.
He was one of this team's best weapons against the Steelwyrm. He would not let them down. He would trust the others to heal him when necessary. He would not fail.
Just in case, he began inching closer to the Pale King, who was currently vomiting Void (that perhaps Uunvraxis could use his Void control on at some point) and surrounded by the other healers who, if Uunvraxis was lucky, would spare some time to heal him. He hoped. He sincerely hoped.
Uunvraxis did, however, spare some time to heal himself, at least.
(13 = 13 healing received)
Then, he reached out his hand and cast Razor Shadow.
Sharp tendrils of Void emerged from his palm and fingers, huge and lashing, before slashing at the Steelwyrm
(2(2 + 5 + 6 + 19) = 64 attack)
(264/300 health)
@the-steelwyrm
[Steelwyrm base defence; 40]
[The Steelwyrm does not defend!]
[Steelwyrm health 471/1000]
Not in ones fucking dreams—
*neath his feet the city trembles fiercely groaning and screaming and... it sways, lurches, enough for the whole stage to shift to wobble, enough to knock him off his feet, a sharp clawed hand daring to reach out towards the Whitewyrm but he is too far away, too distant, and he fails
below, something... happens. the legs buckle under the force of several large explosions, their joints melting, tearing, shattering but those flames, foolishly set, put something else in motion. the army, the legion that has done war with his own soliders, they had won, they had shattered the gate and slaughtered their way through the sentinels and they had injected into the very pipes and corridors of his beloved creation a gas. poisonous... and explosive
those bombs create a spark, a flame, one that mingles with the gas, one that causes a chain reaction, one that rends the city of steel once and for all
the Steelwyrm panics, flapping his wings but is unable to take off as his home lists to the side, sending hordes of nobles sliding and skittering through the city streets, upending buildings, shattering all he's created. he howls for it, mourns for it, is unable to escape from it...
and the City of Steel... it falls*
@lurienthewatcherofficial
*Lurien panics. because of course he does, what else can he do, what else is there to do? he panics. he panics and like the Steelwyrm he lunges for Strelitzia. but unlike that bastard, he is fast enough, mobile enough, close enough, to reach, to grasp, to feel his heart thump in his chest as finally, finally, he can wrap his arms around him, as he can shelter that pale face in his shoulder, as he can hold him
at last. at last... its over, isn't it?*
I've got you love. I promised I'd save you, didn't I? I've got you now, it's done, it's over, I'm here.
*and he means it. it truly is over, the end, because Lurien despite not having the blessing of foresight knows that there is no way any of them are surviving this. killed in the explosions. crushed by rubble. dead and gone and—
a hand balls in his robes, one not his own, one with clipped claws, small and thin but strong enough to tear the fabric, strong enough to tell him his thoughts are stupid and that he's an idiot for giving up so easily
he looks around as one by one his allies, friends and strangers both, vanish in flashes of shimmering silvery light, safely taken away from here, safely saved from the crumbling city around
he stares at the falling buildings, flaps his wings as hard as he can to slow their plummet into the awaiting doom and for a moment, the world, it goes white...
and Lurien, his allies, the Pale King, even the support group, even the slaves and living nobles, all safely find themselves in the bloodied sand of the surface below with the Steelwyrm nowhere to be seen...*
@the-pale-king
*the sand. the cold. the air. the breeze upon his shell. the arms holding him tight. the solid reality of it all. the way it slams into him, more real than anything has ever been, more real than anything he's felt for... too long. far too long. far far too long. his claws twist in Lurien's cloak, his breath comes fast, fast fast fast, burning in his throat, stinging in his mouth as he gasps, ragged and real
so so real*
"I have you I'm here it's okay you're okay you're here I'm here everything is fine everything is okay—"
*Lurien is practically wrapped around him like a scarf at this point, mumbling repeating nonsense like it makes sense, like it makes it real but... he can see the way this all ends so clearly now, like glass, like a mirror, and all it does is make him sink his claws in, all it makes him do is cling even harder but—
a sound
a shuffle
the Pale King lifts his head from where it is buried in Lurien's shoulder as the battered form of the Steelwyrm crawls out of the smouldering wreakage of the city. with a snarl, the broken lord stands. that snarl becomes a scream. the scream causes the ruins to heave and shift. those ruins become form, the form of limbs and torso and head, the form of cannons and weapons and punishment
as the Steelwyrm rises as a hulking behemoth of metal and war, the battle has not ended but now, now... he is free to fight*
We talk later, thou all shouldst ready thine claws to end this once and for all!
[The Pale King has been released from control!]
[The Pale King has joined the party!]
void corruption 94%
@dryya-the-fierce
Dryya is not doing too well. She had been hit by lightning twice, the second of which had knocked her out. Now, she was awake, dust in her armor and lungs. But, she sits up, because they had won.
Until they hadn't. The Steelwyrm rises as a hulking mass of metal, and Dryya is so over it. She just wanted to go back home.
So, she pushes herself up and conjures two flaming masses to toss at the beast.
(231/300)
(2(2+11+15+16+12)=112
@baldwin-the-protector
Great...
(280/300)
Baldwin starts to charge, and charge, and charge, and charge...
He starts burning...
And he releases himself against the monster.
Like a comet...
Baldwin rolled a 16+7+10+20+17Ă—2 for 144 damage
