Storm Over Rivayle

[Idea]

Storm Over Rivayle
Into the Mine 3​

For those of you who hadn't picked up on the sounds further ahead, the mine was simply filled with an eerie silence after the vanishing moans of the second wretch dispersed through the air until they were no more, just as the abominable creature had itself done. Whether due to some lingering fear or some other reason, Walker's investigations of the dead body only served as a reminder of what he already knew from their earlier collective glance at the corpse. Cayde himself chose to use the reprieve to search for more potential enemies, identifying their location deeper into the mine, at least in a vague sense, though the closest ones were felt more strongly.

"Boy, that was a helluva thing to watch, but maybe they are better at barking than they are at biting." Jack commented, fiddling a bit with one of his cards. "Or maybe we just got the easy ones first? Would be awful considerate of them wretches if that's the case, but I wouldn't want to be sorry person to step on that rattlesnake. Now that we have a bit of fighting spirit going, I say we keep going."

Kyriakos looked upon their gun, blowing on it mostly for effect. Naturally, they wanted to look a little good, especially with Jack talking like that, so carefree, giving the impression that they were anything less than relaxed and totally in control of the situation was unacceptable, though being in a closed space like this, with those things roaming about and giving Kyriakos the creeps, their wings felt stifled without the room to fly or even to leap. They damn sure could use a drink or two, maybe one of those strong ones like back on Spurred On, just to keep their spirits high.

Neither Jack nor Kyriakos had much to do other than keep an eye on their surroundings and trying to look better to the group for one reason or another. Even if Jack actually wanted to advance, he didn't do it. The same, however, could not be said for Asuga. It was, after all, the group's job to exterminate those Wretches. There were more ahead, so it was time for her to take care of it. She ran past the light, drawing her blade as her vision was encroached in darkness, and she heard shuffling, the dragging of metal and leather through loose rock, the ting of metal hitting track metal, and the phantasmal moaning of the wretches. Until the rest of the group joined up, however (or at least those with light sources) actually striking those foes would prove difficult. On the upside, since she was pointed out that they were there, she was prepared to fight back once they attacked her.

Spoiler: Read When There is Light or if you get closer and you have darkvision

When and if someone brought some light, the visage of the foes would reveal itself to consist of two Wretches in the back, accompanied by a pair of moving corpses wearing the old tattered and ripped clothes of miners, one carrying a large, heavy-looking shovel and the other a somewhat oversized pickaxe. These miners corpses were hardly the only ones around here, but for the most part the corpses of the other miners seemed to have been scorched, melted, sliced into pieces and the like. They weren't alone either, as laid over a mining cart was the corpse of an armored man with his head bashed in from the side, the dried blood coloring the dropped contents of the sideways cart, and there was also a woman in crimson robes, body battered and bruised beneath a small pile of smashed up former miner corpses.

The foes snarled at Asuga, recognizing her as a threat.

Other than Asuga who went ahead on her own, the zombies are about 30 feet from Cayde, and 35 feet from the rest, while Wretches are 5 feet further away. For Asuga, the distance is 10 feet from either zombie, and 15 feet from either Wretch.

We will use the same initiatives you had during the last combat. Please make two DC 12 wisdom saving throws, both with advantage. First will be for the new Wretch1, and the second will be for new Wretch2. As before, if you fail the saving throw, you're frightened.​

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Combat Tracker
Character	Remaining HP	AC	Spell Slots	Ammo	Conditions]
Asuga	21	14	N/A	18 Arrows	-
Cayde	31	19	1st Level: 3	0	-
Wretch 1	23	11	N/A	N/A	-
Kyriakos	21	17	1st Level: 3 | 2nd Level: 2	20 Bullets | 9 Catalyst Bullets	-
Zombie 1	????	8	N/A	N/A	-
Jack	15	12	2nd Level: 2	30 Bullets	-
Walker	31	14	1st Level: 3	19 Bullets | 20 Catalyst Bullets	-
Wretch 2	23	11	N/A	N/A	-
Zombie 2	???	8	N/A	N/A	-

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Sherwood blitzfritz kakemha Wandering Owl D. Rex

 

[kakemha]

Having the blade in her hand, she was ready to strike the zombies and wretches in her way. Hearing them snarl at her, made her smirk. The should see her as a threat, and she was gonna show them to any of the foes she meets in their way. She would show her team she was a force to be reckoned with and she was strong. Sure she may only be a spirit of a dagger, but she was just as strong as any of them. Hell, she used to be an assassin working under their ultimate enemy’s army, she could be just as strong as them, with or without magic.

She decided to target the zombie directly across from her, it was the closest one to her. If the other foes decided to attack, she just hoped that she could dodge their attacks to the best of her ability. The cave was dark and much more narrow that she would have liked, but she didn’t complain, sometimes you can’t get the circumstances we want. She wasn’t scared anymore, not like the first time she faced what was in the mines earlier. All sense of fear seemed to slip and wash away, all she could feel right now was bloodlust for their enemies, and she couldn’t wait to unleash it on these monsters in front of her.

Asuga sliced through the undead, ripping off a large chunk of rotting flesh and splintering the semi-exposed ribs. A living opponent would have dropped dead from such a blow, but the creature kept shambling towards her. She knew that she would have to do more than that to kill the undead, she would know, being kind of undead herself. But she knew that the zombie took a pretty good hit, so she knew that it could take damage, and if it can take damage, it could die ‘Well die in a sense.’ Asuga thought since she didn’t really know if the undead could technically die once again. But then the zombie tried to reach out to her with its dirty, rotting hand, the pulled out her knife and stabbed it, pushing it away in the process, and dealing more damage to the zombie in the process.

 

[Sherwood]

A feeling of calm comes over the golem as he sees the four creatures in front of them. More of these wretches, and now with undead to boot. Cayde knows that creatures like these cannot be reasoned with, nor negotiated with or intimidated by a show of force. All that can be done is to end their miserable existences as soon as possible to avoid letting one of these things hurt someone else. Time for the Paladin of Vincent to act.

He moves forward, letting the light spell from his holy symbol illuminate the area for the others to see better. With his sword and shield raised up and ready for action, the golem decides to hedge his bet a bit with some divine influence. He murmurs a quick prayer to Vincent, asking his patron Titan for strength and guidance as the servant of the great being works to remove the taint of these foes from the mine.

With the prayer spoken and the spell in effect, Cayde swiftly swings his blade in a powerful arc to strike the closest zombie, looking on with satisfaction as his longsword tears into the already damaged form. It was a good hit, especially with his Divine Favor adding to the mix. Now all that remains is to see if the undead thing falls to his attack or tries to strike back at him.

Spoiler

Divine Favor in effect for one minute, doing an extra 1d4 damage on a successful hit

Hit Points: 31
Hit Dice: 3d10
Armor Class: 19

Spell Slots
Level 1: 3 / 2
Spell Save DC: 13
Spell Attack Bonus: +5
Sacred Flame Damage: 1d8

Lay on Hands Pool: 15pts
Divine Sense: 4 / 3
Channel Divinity: 1 /

Armor and Weapons
Chain Mail +6 to AC
Shield +2 to AC

Longsword - +2 to hit, 1d8+2 Slashing, Martial, Versatile

Revolver - +3 to hit, 1d10 Piercing, 40/120ft range, Reload 6, Recoil 2
--30 ammo
Carbine - +3 to hit, 2d8 Piercing, 80/240ft range, Reload 6, Recoil 3
--20 ammo

Channel Divinity +3 to hit for 1 minute - 1/Short Rest

 

[Idea]

Storm Over Rivayle
(Wretch 1's Turn)​

For those of you who hadn't managed to see it yet, Cayde's light illuminated the sight of your new foes: A pair of undead miners, alongside a pair of the very same kind of creatures you'd just defeated, standing upon and surrounded by a number of corpses and either destroyed or just abandoned equipment in this wider chamber of the mine. You are able to see that beyond these enemies the mine splits in several directions, some with wider passages and others not so much, though its doubtful that any of them will remain as wide as they are shortly after you've entered.

After the first zombie dropped its shovel down as its broken flesh splattered on that same rocky floor, squirming for mere moments with the light of the titan of order ending any chance it would get up again, the remaining zombie and the wretches all seemed to growl at them, turning with particular aggression at the one who just threw down one of their own. The closest wretch to him extended its shadowy arms and swiftly (or as swiftly as it could) floated towards the golem while leaving a trail of smoke behind it that dissipated into the air. Just as it was about to bring down its claws upon his metallic armor, however, a final blue spark flew out of the defeated zombie in a spasm, causing the wretch to fail to reach Cayde as it reflexively pulled away with movements that were swift but almost appeared shifted in slow motion, as if the dark mists that composed the creature were moving through water rather than air.

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Combat Tracker
Character	Remaining HP	AC	Spell Slots	Ammo	Conditions]
Asuga	21	14	N/A	18 Arrows	-
Cayde	31	19	1st Level: 2	0	-
Wretch 1	23	11	N/A	N/A	-
Kyriakos	21	17	1st Level: 3 | 2nd Level: 2	20 Bullets | 9 Catalyst Bullets	-
Zombie 1	0	8	N/A	N/A	-
Jack	15	12	2nd Level: 2	30 Bullets	-
Walker	31	14	1st Level: 3	19 Bullets | 20 Catalyst Bullets	-
Wretch 2	23	11	N/A	N/A	-
Zombie 2	???	8	N/A	N/A	-

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Sherwood blitzfritz kakemha Wandering Owl D. Rex

 

[blitzfritz]

Kyriakos, resident cleric for the church and assassin for Nahtnaught, being spooked by a few elemental wraiths? They hoped it wasn’t likely, but it happened-how bad could it be to happen again? They lightly blew the barrel of their gun to calm themselves from what few frayed nerves they had left, as the cramped space didn’t leave much in the way of stretching his wings.

God, they wished that they could’ve stretched their wings out before going into the mines, but it didn’t occur to them until it was too late. Lucky them. After this bounty was done and through, Kyr hoped they could stop for a hard drink or two-the dragonnewt could hold their liquor long enough to not vomit while on the road at least.

The sound of Asuga’s footsteps running deeper into the tunnel drew Kyr’s attention, before more snarling graced their ears. A chill up the spine, and their tail stood straight. “Not again…!”

Too bad, that same strike of fear hit Kyriakos’ heart and the poor dragonnewt let out a hiss. They hated this, a feeling of being unable to advance on your enemy despite your body wishing with every fiber of its being to tear it apart. Asuga and Cayde were more successful in their attacks, and from what they could hear, one of the targets was down.

Well, that’s a start. Kyr, with what force of will that was left, summoned a dark blue flame with a snap of his fingers and whispered an incantation of Naht. “Bless this poor bastard with your power…!”

The dragonnewt’s breath caught in his throat, which lead to the Sacred Flame missing its target completely-it instead shot and went just above the wretch and into the wall. Shit. Kyr bared his fangs in frustration, almost speaking out a slew of curses but sharply held his tongue.

It didn’t help that Jack was close, and could most likely see everything that the dragonnewt was failing at.

 

[Wandering Owl]

Jack couldn’t resist a chuckle seeing Kyriakos miss so splendidly. The dragonnewt wasn’t a bad shot, they knew, so this run of bad luck was all the more amusing. “Just not your day huh, buddy?”

Cards slipped back into their pocket for now, they drew their pistol, spinning it in their hand before their fingers settled against the grip in a habitual flair. The world seemed to narrow in around them as they aimed. They were used to this, used to having to aim and fire without being distracted by any of the chaos raging around them. If the figure had been human, they might have aimed for the heart, They’d seen how the other one stood up to Asuga tearing into its chest, though. Whatever that thing is, ain’t never met something that can survive without a head.

So the muzzle tilted up, almost imperceptibly, and they watched as the bullet pierced through the zombie’s neck. That was a good shot, even for them. The satisfaction waned slightly seeing the creature keep advancing, but then the bullet hit the wall behind, sending boulders cascading down onto it. “See that, Kyr? That’s how it's done.” True, the zombie wasn’t finished off just yet, but it looked like one decent shot would be all it took. Honestly, a stubbed toe would probably do. Jack was sure the thing’d be splattered on the floor before it ever managed to reach them.

 

[D. Rex]

It should have been expected, barely having time to produce one of the dead bodies with a toe before danger once again reared its ugly head. A good thing then that Walker had already reloaded his rifle once more, this time hoping a bit of magic would help even the odds. Therefore he had inserted one of the catalyst bullets in alongside his usual cartridges.

A good thing too, as his comrades entered the fray and light was shed on the scene, it seemed that there was more than just these wretches to worry about. Reanimated corpses of the dead miners... what sort of powers now infected this mine to bring them back to life?

From where he was standing he knew that he wouldn't have a good shot... not if he wanted to do as much damage as he could... not if he wanted to avoid hurting his own allies. Though Walker much preferred striking at ranger, this was one of the cases where he needed to charge into the fray... so he did. Just a chance he would have to take.

On quick feet, the werewolf rushed forward, reaching the end of the tunnel wall, he found it now to be at the entrance of yet another tunnel. A quick scan of his eyes told him there was no immediate threat as he turned the corner. Shifting masses further in the darkness... his eyes could see that much. But there was no instances of the stomach churning bending of space that signified the presence of one of the wretches. That was good. Very good. That meant he could indeed focus on the dangers of the present.


Turning back to the brawl, the werewolf raised his aged rifle to his shoulder and took aim. At the wretch that was behind the miner that was attacking Asuga. Yes... that was a safe distance from her and should hit the zombie as well.

Bringing the hammer back, he trickled in his mana to activate the catalyst bullet. Runic carvings began to glow a light green on the spellcrafted barrel as the spell itself took affect. Enchanting the bullet with its explosive potential by consuming the catalyst and fusing it with the other that was already being readied.

No time like the present. Walker pulled the trigger and the bullet left the barrel with a flash of gunpowder and magic. A bright green streak of light split the darkness as the glowing bullet closed the distance in the blink of an eye and struck true.


The bullet sank into the manifested darkness... in the span of a split second it had stopped rather than penetrating through entities "body". The magical glow of the bullet struggling against the consuming darkness of the wretch... the enchanted bullet exploded with a bang. Shrapnel from the bullet sent out in all directions of the point of impact. Peppering the wretch, and the dead body of the miner, and pinging off the cave floor and walls as well.

He could have sworn that much shrapnel would have taken down that zombie... but no. That purple light... something was definitely keeping these things going.

 

[Idea]

Storm Over Rivayle
(Zombie 2's and Wretch 2's Turn)​

The wretch screeched after Walker's attack, but it managed to avoid the falling rocks, unlike the undead in front of it. Even that zombie did not stay down for long, however, some manner of purple energy seeping into its extremities after emerging from beneath the fallen rocks. The creature's limbs were battered and ripped, torn rotting muscle being even more exposed as it struggled to hold the bones that split, giving the arms the appearance of having been stretched out of proportions. The creature's one remaining, soulless eye faced the assailant that almost returned it to the grave, and stumbled towards him with an accelerated pace. He raised his arm, an unnatural strength lifting the oversized pickaxe that was once intended to mine here, and swinging it towards the werewolf's torso.

While the move wasn't as fast or dexterous as the claws of a packmember, they were erratic on account of the lifeless lack of bodily inhibitions, and the stretching from the damage. The the pickaxe seemed to almost drop rather than getting thrusted, and as the undead attempted to lift it again semi-horizontally, the swing slammed onto Walker's right side, and wounding somewhat his lower back on the left one. Fortunately there wasn't much piercing, but if the intense pain on his after they were hit wasn't bad enough, the sound they made against that makeshift weapon surely had to be.

The wretches, on the other hand, still had their eyes on Cayde. The second wretch attempted to approach, but it would not be so simple for it: Walker's positioning meant it would have a hard time reaching Vincent's loyal golem. It could attack that man which just attacked it, or try to float past the obstacle in front of it, Asuga, to reach its goal. It opted for a third possibility, however: Begin by getting rid of the obstacle entirely.

Thus the Wretch attempted to thrust its shadowy claws onto Asuga, slowly lunging at her with outstretched arms. However, with skills and training, she twisted and bent her body, as if her spiritual nature danced with the very mists that made up the Wretch, and flowed out of the way of the attacks. The creature screeched once more, infuriated at the innefectiveness of it's attacks. The screech echoed, sending a disturbing feeling onto any of those near it. It didn't seem to induce the fear that the creature's mere presence did, but it was still a wrongnes that was part to words to, an innate distaste for whatever dissonance this thing presented.

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Combat Tracker
Character	Remaining HP	AC	Spell Slots	Ammo	Conditions
Asuga	21	14	N/A	18 Arrows	-
Cayde	31	19	1st Level: 2	0	-
Wretch 1	23	11	N/A	N/A	-
Kyriakos	21	17	1st Level: 3 | 2nd Level: 2	20 Bullets | 9 Catalyst Bullets	Frightened
Zombie 1	0	8	N/A	N/A	-
Jack	15	12	2nd Level: 2	29 Bullets	-
Walker	22	14	1st Level: 2	18 Bullets | 19 Catalyst Bullets	-
Wretch 2	23	11	N/A	N/A	-
Zombie 2	1	8	N/A	N/A	-

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Sherwood blitzfritz kakemha Wandering Owl D. Rex

 

[kakemha]

More of their enemies were down, as she saw her teammates launch attacks of their own, some of them even killing their enemies. But there were still more to go, 3 to be exact, or from what she could count, and she had a Wretch right in front of her. With two of her teammates beside her, she decided to leave the other two enemies to them respectively. She just decided to do what she did with the other Wretch that she attacked, that was now dead, with they help of someone else. She wasn’t exactly sure who it was, but they got the killing hit on the Wretch she had attacked first. She gripped her two blades and got ready to attack once more, but she realized that she’d also have to dodge some things while attacking. This is where her training and skill will give her an advantage, or at least she hoped it would.

The blade dances in Asuga’s hand as she evades the attacks, but even she was startled by the sudden burst of shrapnel from Walker’s attack. It took all her focus to avoid the Wretch’s claws, or stumbling upon the pebbles from the fallen rock, and thus she only slightly managed to swing the tip of her blade through the dark mists that made up the creature’s arms. It seemed entirely unharmed by the attempt. ‘Damn.’ She thought in her head. Being spooked by a teammates attack, it was disappointing for her to be spooked by any attack, but at least she was able to not get hit. She didn’t know what would happen if she got it, she didn’t think anyone in the group did. Seeing as no one was bleeding and / or screaming in pain, she assumed no one got hit yet, at least she hoped no one did. These wretches were made of magic, their hits and attacks could do anything to anyone.

 

[Sherwood]

Cayde turns his attention to the wretch in front of him, keeping his sword and shield up and at the ready. If it were possible for him to narrow his eyes, he would as he glares at the thing, shifting his stance in a constant dance to prepare for his next attack.

Cayde advances before the creature, confidence bolstered by the fallen zombies and the creature's failed attempt to strike at the golem. He thrusts his blade right where the gut would be, were it not such a strange creature, but its gaseous form fools his senses of distance... until the power of the Titan of Order that he calls forth burst a large flame and the creature is consumed by orderly radiance, vanishing.

With a flourish of his sword, the golem turns to face the other undead, a wicked grin in his mind. This fight is hardly over, but with the blessings of Vincent, it just got a lot easier to finish. It is also likely that he has just called the attention of the remaining undead to him with his holy flame. So be it. Better he takes the hit than one of his companions.

Spoiler

Divine Favor in effect for one minute, doing an extra 1d4 damage on a successful hit

Hit Points: 31
Hit Dice: 3d10
Armor Class: 19

Spell Slots
Level 1: 3 / 1
Spell Save DC: 13
Spell Attack Bonus: +5
Sacred Flame Damage: 1d8

Lay on Hands Pool: 15pts
Divine Sense: 4 / 3
Channel Divinity: 1 /

Armor and Weapons
Chain Mail +6 to AC
Shield +2 to AC

Longsword - +2 to hit, 1d8+2 Slashing, Martial, Versatile

Revolver - +3 to hit, 1d10 Piercing, 40/120ft range, Reload 6, Recoil 2
--30 ammo
Carbine - +3 to hit, 2d8 Piercing, 80/240ft range, Reload 6, Recoil 3
--20 ammo

Channel Divinity +3 to hit for 1 minute - 1/Short Rest

 

[Idea]

Storm Over Rivayle
Kyr's Turn​

Urgh. The sounds of the battle ahead inundated Kyr's ears, but nonetheless, they wouldn't move from the stop. It felt as though their legs and their wings were simply giving out, as if refusing to approach those repulsive creatures. How much longer would they have to be like this? The blasts of tiny rock pieces flew into view following the sound of an explosion of some sort. Cayde's heavy metal steps rang out as they made the rails in the way vibrate from being stepped on during the battle. Meanwhile what were they doing, just sitting here doing nothing, practically begging for Jack to come back and ask if they needed a bedtime story and some candy before going into the rest of the mine. Urgh! Just the thought of his nasty, weird-as-hell smug grin blabbering those things that wouldn't pass for jokes in a chicken's brains, just thinking of the sheer embarrassment of it... The thoughts gave them surge an urge to move, as though the prospect of Jack's mockery was scarier than those supposedly deadly monsters who were enemies of the TItan's themselves, according to the party's golem.

One of his feet moved forward, then a second, then a grin came to Kyr's face. They only hoped the battle wasn't over yet. Well, even if it was, there were more of those damned things through this mine for sure. Alright, Kyr, showtime!

Kyr is no longer frightened!

Sherwood Wandering Owl

 

[Wandering Owl]

Walker's attack slammed into the zombie, and Jack had almost turned their attention away, satisfied the creature was dead, before the purple glow caught their eye. They watched with a horrid curiosity as it pulled itself back together and shambled towards Walker. Jack was glad of their decision to hang back - and even more so as they saw the pickaxe hit home. Most of their team was up front now, only them and the still-frozen Kyr, but Jack had no urge to join them. If things went bad, they'd have the best chance of getting out of here alive. As Cayde took down one of the wretches in a flash of light and turned to face the other, Jack's eyes drifted back to that damn zombie. Not worth wasting a bullet on. Their card pack hummed softly in their hand. Despite the distance, their aim was true, and the projectile exploded in a shower of sparks and bone as it hit its target. Jack watched, cautious, as the body crumpled to the floor, all too ready for that purple energy to resurrect it once more. But the corpse stayed dark and motionless, and the warlock let themselves relax just a little. Finally. Good fuckin' riddance.

 

[Idea]

Storm Over Rivayle
(Walker's and Wretch 2's Turn)​

As the heat of battle continued, Walker once again readied his weapon and pulled the trigger to strike at the last remaining enemy... yet, nothing came of it. A couple more presses confirmed the barrel was empty, though it was all done in an instant, giving him just enough of a breath to pull just a little bit back (even if he couldn't move too far behind, or in the hurry he might expose himself to an opportunistic clawing from their remaining foe) and open the chamber, refilling it with the bullets he believed he might need as the party continued to delve deeper into the mine. Right as he finished preparing his weapon, however, his foot got caught in something and he aimed it below, moments later being glad he didn't have the foolishness to literally shoot his own foot.

Meanwhile the for lone wretch, not only the paladin but the remaining foes were putting down its 'allies' one after another. Whether or not it had or even understood any concept of camaraderie, it at least seemed to grasp that less of its fellow monsters around, the bigger a target on its disturbing back... and that the one it tried to remove from its path was still in its way. Once again the wretch's moans echoed, with a thin trail of quickly fading smoke being left behind where the creature attempted to claw through Asuga, who once again managed to evade the attack with swift, efficient, experienced motions. With a final attempt to rip her, the wretch descended with both claws in the most bloodthirsty hug she'd ever encountered, but it two failed to even get to her skin. The monster shrieked yet again.

Walker knew he shouldn't take his eyes from the fight, but with it being almost over and there being something weird going on, perhaps it wouldn't work to quickly check the stuff on the ground. Indeed what had caught on his foot was none other than a dusty old scarf, partially stuck under some tools dented right at the tip, as if intentionally thrown onto the ground. There were something like patches of them, places around which there seemed to be more of these tools nearby... Did this mean something? Perhaps it warranted further looking into... after the fight was won, of course.

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Combat Tracker
Character	Remaining HP	AC	Spell Slots	Ammo	Conditions
Asuga	21	14	N/A	18 Arrows	-
Cayde	31	19	1st Level: 1	0	-
Wretch 1	0	11	N/A	N/A	-
Kyriakos	21	17	1st Level: 3 | 2nd Level: 2	20 Bullets | 9 Catalyst Bullets	-
Zombie 1	0	8	N/A	N/A	-
Jack	15	12	2nd Level: 2	29 Bullets	-
Walker	22	14	1st Level: 2	18 Bullets | 19 Catalyst Bullets	-
Wretch 2	23	11	N/A	N/A	-
Zombie 2	0	8	N/A	N/A	-

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Sherwood blitzfritz kakemha Wandering Owl D. Rex

 

[kakemha]

She tried to kill it, they were almost done. The wretch that stood in front of her was the last one they had to kill. The last thing standing in their way of finally moving on. With her short sword in gripped tightly hand, she made a swing at the enemy. 'Crap-' she thought in her head as she watched the attack miss. But she couldn't worry yet, she still had another weapon in her other hand, her dagger. Taking that, she tried another swing at the wretch, hopefully it would hit and they would be done with this. But to her dismay, the weapon missed. Asuga was disappointed in herself, both of her attacks missed the enemy. She was an assassin, a trained killer, and yet she couldn't kill this enemy right in front of her. She felt as though she let her team down in a way, like there was this expectation that she would be able to kill all that was in her path.

But she decided to think about all that when they were seemingly out of danger, she still had an enemy infront of her and one that was actively trying to kill her. But she couldn't attack again, so she thought about what she could do to maybe help the team out a bit. In the end, after thinking a bit, she decided that best thing to do was to move a way from the enemy. It would give someone else a go at kill the creature and it would lessen the chance of on of her teammates hitting her in their attacks. She knew that the creature would probably attack her if she moved away now, but she was sure she could take a hit. She just decided to jump back at least 10 feet away from the wretch to let someone else take a hit at it.

 

[Idea]

Storm Over Rivayle
(Cayde's Turn)​

As Asuga attempted to make her leap, the creature suddenly leaped in tandem, a burst of smoke seemingly erupting behind it as it made a vicious attempt to claw its victim before she could get away. Gushing wounds formed on her legs up to her belly, but that was just the start, as the flesh and skin at the edges of the wound began to rot rapidly with a burning sensation. A wave of exhaustion gripped her and seemed to pull on her soul for a moment, leaving Asuga panting and bleeding as she landed. The faint misty, barely noticeable even for one blessed by Vincent such as himself, darkness was not lost on his mechanical eyes. Cayde charged at the creature in defense of his companion, brandishing his blade still enveloped by the holy blue light which brought them order. The bit of the mists that said light still reached as the wretch evaded the strike, already weary of Cayde after his repeated success in taking out the other creatures in this chamber, was burned for a moment, and then was as though erased. However, Cayde looked not at the creature but at his own arms. they moved up and down even though he wanted them to stay put. Somehow, he felt a bit more constrained, he felt heavier than before. However, such concerns were trivial at this time. Though this latest strike had failed, Cayde knew he still had time, and he slowly raised his arm and sword to waist level, circling slowly in a seeming standoff with the growling monsters, itself seeming to bend its fingers and ready its necrotic claws. Cayde simply hoped whatever was happening with him would let him put an end to this fight at least, before forcing an investigation.

blitzfritz kakemha Wandering Owl D. Rex