The Raven King


<Blanca>


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"... Understood." Blanca replied to Klaus' command to not move the President and his daughter after recovering from a momentary pause. All of Blanca's mechs were connected Libra's comm units -- such was one of the advantages of possessing a machine. In regards to the situation however... Her power wouldn't be of much assistance. CH4T wasn't designed to provide Healing support of any kind, after all.


Although now wasn't the place, Blanca had already thought of a couple of designs for the future as she looked down at her Mecha's paws... And saw the presents.


The thought 'Deliver the Objects Complete Original Objective' didn't cross her mind as she tore the boxes open, she was simply hoping that the Milsons had packed something to protect the two in front of her. 'Please be more than Halloween goodie-bags...' she thought to herself as she shredded the rapping off quickly, revealing a silver watch and golden anklet.


"Mh... These'll do." Blanca spoke near-silently, quickly examining the objects with her unblinking, mechanical eyes and seeing the traces of Enchantment present on their metal frames.


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Blanca held both the watch and anklet in her paws, running arcane energy through CH4T's frame and into the two objects before placing them on the President and his Daughter. The boost in energy should have made the Shield Enchantment a bit more effective on the pair for a short while, just in case the Libra agents couldn't defend them properly... In fact, best case scenario it would also serve as a means of protecting their internal organs from any further damage. Blanca wasn't very optimistic in that regard, however.


After making sure they were operational, Blanca revved up the Gravitational Runes on CH4T's feet, readying herself to redirect an oncoming Scarecrow's wild assault, and perhaps giving an ally an opening on it at the same time.

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Success: 1


Evade: 7


HP: ▮▮ | 2 / 2
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[dice]24411[/dice]


After placing the Watch and Anklet onto the President and his Daughter respectively, the enchantments made slight *Vnn...* sounds as their enchantments improved, causing a slight light to envelop the pair and free them from harm for a short while. (Dice 6 & 7 → Use Item 'Fancy Watch' on President, and 'Golden Anklet' on Elena respectively)


Meanwhile, a nearby Scarecrow screeched and spun, attempting to pierce through CH4T's metallic frame... Only to be weaved away from at the last moment, causing it to strike nothing but air.(Die 2)


Seemingly not expecting such an obvious result, the Scarecrow tottered a step forward due to its momentum. Blanca used that chance to push the Scarecrow towards another nearby Scarecrow while its balance was compromised. Even if the two scarecrows don't collide, the one she pushed should fall to the ground in a heap a short distance away. The fiend wouldn't be damaged, but it would still need time to collect its jagged limbs and stand back up.(Die 2)

Feel the wrath of my Support, fiend! MUAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA -- *Ahem*
 
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Carnival


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It came as a blur, that was for sure was what Fortunata thought.


One moment, she had kept on a look out for trouble when the screams of horrified people echoed, the next, she was between life and death as a metallic blade was blocked by the fabric she held. She didn't need to speak, the creature itself didn't seem to keen on it, but the lack of bloodlust unnerved her as she backed away. The boisterous mood had dissolved into chaos and panic, and order needed to be restored quickly. The bright colors of Halloween stained with crimson and purple blood.


The ether of her grandmother reacted to the scene and she could the deep rumbling song building from within her. Her grandmother was urging her to fight, a matter of life and death, and Fortunata was going to agree and comply. The music vibrated to her ears, the sound now as if it were outside rather than from within, and she began to move at the same time the creature was about to. The battle has started and the fate of the people around her was on her abilities.


Song of the Tribe


3,4,4


The creature started with a clean strike with which she sidestepped, touching the back of the creature. There was the sound of drums, bells, and the voice of her grandmother echoing in full strength. She could not lose to this. -(Dice: 4)


The creature bent over backwards, its blades inches from her face. But the music was too strong and it seemed that the fabric of ether had forced her to sway side by side and back, neatly avoiding the deadly strike and watching it stumble and inflicted by its own blade. (Dice: 4)


She had thought it was over, but she was wrong. Quite wrong. The creature seemed to not have been hurt at all, and now it seemed to move like her, dancing in a circular motion, as if to goad her, mock her with her odd style of fighting. She would not be goaded by the otherworldly.


It danced and danced, and then dashed at her like a crazed animal. She rushed at him, her footsteps light and airy, imitating the dances of the air as she aimed a straight thrust with the fabric of ether. She watched as the cloth pierced the creature, the blood spurting like a fountain yet never staining the purity of the cloth. The creature howled in pain, and she was perturbed as it began to smash its head against the cloth as if it...as if it savored the pain! (Dice:3)


The creature forcefully removed itself from the bladed cloth, and in the hollowness of its spirit, she could feel the eerie madness from it. She danced back away as she saw the creature fall from the ground, deeply wounded but not dead. Yet it spun around and around, its madness growing stronger as the spurting blood stained the grass around it red.


Put an end to it, Fortunata...





The soul of her grandmother urged, and she listened to the voice, preparing the final steps for the strike. She motioned for those who were stricken and mystified to leave, the control of their legs having returned as they fled leaving her alone with the being that came from nowhere.


[dice]24413[/dice]
 
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Dusty






Dusty winced his eyes a bit at the sudden intrusion of another person, causing his heart to jolt and his fur to straighten with sudden entry, clinging to his pole with a fright. his demeanor towards him was however, warm and humorous, looking back the lady he was about to speak to he had felt the same sentiment would not be shared, he merely observed the people in front of him now, unsure what to say in the situation. he knew the man however, he knew that this was the person, though maybe he was? he wasn't sure, he only know the recipient with a few glances but he hesitated to confirm. That hesitation was soon swiped away as he swiped off the presents in his shaky little hands.


With a sigh of relief the large eared boy had finally finished the deed of delivery handing the presents over to the man. he straightened himself up and looked around for a bit now a little relaxed. the carnival was lovely actually, he thought that maybe perhaps after the ordeal and the trip he had kept him from seeing all of the sights in a better perspective, now that he had finished his job though he thought of maybe, perusing the various stands and snack bars the carnival had to offer, as he may or may not have upchucked on his way here.... and as such, an empty tank must be filled to the brim with exquisite delicacies, that is the only case.


his ears twitched happily while his tail swished to and fro darting at all the lights and sounds hoping for any sign that either said "Hotdogs" or "Cotton candy" or at least some smoothies or shakes if there were any. he did find a popcorn stand though, and noticed the blue haired girl go and take some popcorn for herself... without paying?.... guess being little has his perks... wait he looks 14.... she looks younger than him.... HE COULD GET FREE FOOD AS A KID HERE!? Dusty screamed in his head like it was the chime of eureka, eyes widened by the realization that caught a bunny walking around on two feet towards Nona.. wait... dusty rubbed his eyes of revelation to try and clear up what he just saw, but the moment he looked back the image was gone... weird.


he looked around and about instead, seeing if he can somehow child charm his way to a corndog, and only then had he noticed the other person who was with him, or was it a person? no wait this isnt a person it was a robot.... a cat robot... why is there a cat robot he wondered.... was it always there or....? he recalled 2 people with him on this delivery but now there looked to be a mechanoid of sorts instead. he looked straight at the mecha, like a curious cat discovering an even curiouser cat.. he held out his hand, waving his fingers in an awkward greeting to see if it reacts.. ears flooping down in effect..


but something was wrong...


he felt it in his bones


like a drop in the puddle of water somehow he felt a change in the atmosphere


he wasn't looking at the direction of the rift... he didn't even know much about the rift.. but he felt it.... at that moment, all too suddenly, his body reacted, smoke suddenly billowing from his clothes as his eyes glowed a golden shine... in his perspective the sands of time trickled all too slowly now...


on the corner of his eye he saw a glimmer, a flash of a metal edge as it cut through the space between it and his neck. his head tried to turn around to take a look at his attacker, but his body knew that was unwise, seconds were minutes in his reaction, and quickly his hand nabbed the pole in his hands to shield the blade from his delicate jugular(Roll 5:Evasion). embers slowly formed at the edges of his clothing as dark smoke channeled and coiled onto the metal pole, the blade sliding and scratching onto it until Dusty's body shifted to a turn. he quickly spun around extending the end of his pole as he grabbed it with both hands, a plume of thick smoke had jutted out of the pole end and as the scarecrow drew back the blade Dusty gave a strike back at the being, landing a smack of his pole onto his head and causing the shadow ball at the tip to coalesce and flash in a golden flash straight at its face.(Roll 1: Success). it was a sudden attack so dusty wasn;t able to prepare himself much, he didnt think the blow hit hard but at least the attacker was hindered... hopefully.. Dusty got himself into a stance and took out a large coil of rope that he wrapped on his arm that started to smoke and glow with embers.(Roll 6:Use item) His tokoyami started to engorge on the rope, growing in size as smoke started build up around dusty's frame covering him in a cloud of dark shades. this should give him an advantage should it try to strike him again (Roll 9: Evade +1)




























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A carnival. Of all of the places Aaron pictured himself, he somehow never though he would be at a carnival. He hated the carnival, just like how he didn't enjoy being outside on Halloween. Too many sharp costumes, and he didn't enjoy dressing up much himself. Just think of it...the zippers could cut his torso. The masks could give him a papercut...the toy swords could puncture skin. The thought of it made him cringe, not helping his intimidated feeling very much at all. So because of this reason, Aaron avoided dressing up. Luckily, this body was so old that he had an excuse not to dress up.


"I'm too old for that..." Is what he would typically ask the average passer-by when questioned on not being in costumed, and rather being in his rather fancy attire.


Truth be told, he was informed that he was to watch for rift activity, and that there would be the president and his daughter here...But they didn't inform him of exactly what the president would look like or where he would be...Typical. They didn't trust him, yet why would they? If the right opportunity came he could very well snatch the president's body and reign control over the free world...but that would be far too dangerous. Too many people wanted this man dead, and with the organization peering over his shoulder it would be stupid. Plus, Aaron didn't even want that man's body. Much more suitable candidates around.


Aaron had just arrived to the carnival only an hour ago, and had just become accustomed to his surroundings when he heard an inhuman screech. Crap...that can't be good. In the following moments he witnessed a spectacle, an entire stall collapsing, and a pack of scarecrow-like fiends charging it. With hesitation...Aaron felt the old fashioned Colt model 1911 he kept in his jacket with his gloved hand, a weapon that he didn't have to worry about cutting himself with by accident. This could only mean that the rift was nearby...


He quickly sprung to action, trying to keep a safe distance away from one of the fiends, while not trying to hit any innocents. He aimed down his sights and let loose a few rounds, trying to at least halt one of the beasts.


[dice]24415[/dice]


(Resulting from all unsuccessful rolls) However, Aaron's inexperience in combat shined in his most needed moment. Every single bullet missed, wavering off somewhere. He felt slightly humiliated seeing how he fired off a good four shots at the fiend, and it was more than likely going to be angered.
 
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  • - (skullKing) - Dice Battle Tutorial - (skullKing) -

    " Battle music playing"​



    This is now the "Resolution" phase, the last phase for round one. This is the enemies' turn and the effects of your actions. There are 9 scarecrows (There were eight at first, but due to the entrance of new players there are 9 now), some of which are injured or distracted. The President and Elena are now better protected.


    How many combat dies does an enemy have? And who will they attack?


    Enemies usually roll only 1d10, unlike the players who have 4d10. But bosses will have 4d10 or more, and as the campaign progresses and the level of enemy encounters increases, enemies can have up to 10d10 dice, but that's for later. For this tutorial, the scarecrows will only have 1d10 each.


    That is 9d10 in total.


    Now, who will they attack? The GM will assign players numbers and roll randomly, unless the enemies are already focused on a particular player --- in this case Dyani, who is fighting one and attracted two, Chill who fought one and another scarecrow engaged him, Blanca who is fighting two, Fortunata who is fighting one, and Dusty who is engaging one. For this battle, here are the players' assigned numbers:

    1. Chill
    2. Blanca
    3. Dusty
    4. Dyani
    5. Fortunata


    Let us assume that we have a free enemy. Since there are four players, I will roll 1d4 to see which of the four players the one free enemy will attack, if 1 appears, this enemy will attack Chill.


    Next I will roll 9d10 to see if the enemy's attacks will hit the players. Let us have Chill as an example. Chill has an evade rate of 3. Now for enemies, they will have to roll equal or higher than your character's evade rate to hit you.


    Chill has three enemies, and assuming their rolls have 3,4,5, Chill will be incapacitated since he only has 3 Hp and enemies take out 1 Hp upon a successful lethal attack.


    With this, let us wave away the examples and resume to the battle proper. I will roll the dies in the OOC tab (#208).

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    wo scarecrows rushed after Dyani for a wicked cross slash

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    the one he tossed still trying to get up

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    and cut a deep gash across the elk's side (#6, -1 Hp Dyani).


    The two Chill was crossing blades with just his kama now were slowly backing him into a corner. They had maimed him badly (#6 and #5, -2 Hp Chill).


    One weaved out of its tumbled comrade and lunged at Blanca, denting the cyber cat's head (#10, -1 Hp Blanca).


    Another stepped forward to smite Fortunata with a heavy blow but missed.


    At the same time one blindly raked the place where Dusty stood, but missed (The #7 roll should have hit Dusty, but the enemy got blinded by the light from his staff.)."



    - (skullKing) - Round 2 - (skullKing) -

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    The resolution of round 1 is the starting scene for round 2. Now, everyone, roll 4d10 again and repeat the same process.


 
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D Y A N I

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REACTION
Dyani only barely felt the sharp pain that ripped through his side from the scarecrow cutting through his skin and fur, cutting a deep gash into his side. Blood welled up to the surface and splattered crimson splotches on the ground. It streaked red rivers through his speckled fur as he quickly galloped away to create more distance between him and his enemies. Dyani stood with his head lowered, antler tips menacingly pointed in front of him. He couldn't think about the blood or the pain right now. There was so much that was assaulting his mind. Dyani could smell the iron blood; not just his own, but from his companions. His eyes quickly flitted around as he saw the creatures fighting the others. His thoughts were nothing more than a blur of emotions and thoughts. His feet uncertainly pranced everywhere at once. He wanted to help his allies! He saw Chill, badly hurt, and nearly dashed for him, but saw as they attacked Blanca too and stopped his motions. Luckily, Dusty and Fortunata seemed okay, but how were the President and his Daughter? Every nerve in Dyani's body was alive and on fire.
REACTION
REACTION
REACTION



God, if I had just stayed closer. If I had paid attention. If I hadn't acted so stupid...!


Dyani dug his hooves into the ground, strangled cries coming from his throat. The blood from his wound continued to drip from his side, but he paid no attention.



Die Roll [dice]24424[/dice]



ACTION Dyani ran his antlers through another scarecrow, shaking it wildly before tossing it a good distance away. [Attack; Die: 4] He stomped and defensively kicked up his hooves to ward off any additional attackers. [Defence; Die: 3] He began to run in dizzying patterns, in an attempt to confuse his attackers. [Evade +1; Die: 5]



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Serena vaguely heard the sound of Klaus' command coming into her ear through the comm as she used her vampiric swiftness to move within the vicinity of the president and his daughter. Upon coming to their rescue, an obstacle interrupted her path. One of the scarecrows stopped Serena in her tracks. "You chose the wrong person to pick a fight with. Maybe you should have found a brain first scarecrow," she stated as got into a stance getting ready to change form.


-Combat-





Serena whipped one arm to the side as it shimmered transforming her left forearm into a sickle. She charged in to the scarecrow at full speed then attempted to slash it in a series of directions. To no avail the scarecrow merely just kept backing up and dodged her every move. Seeing that this was getting no where she backed up as well suddenly to through him off from her previous offensive actions. She quickly retracted her sickle back into her regular form and then shape-shifted the bottom of her left leg into a smaller version of a sawmill blade.


She positioned herself to the side and rotated the blade against the carnival's dirt ground towards the scarecrow to kick up the debris at it. (Evade +4)


[dice]24412[/dice]


 
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Aaron let out a rather large sigh, after his all attacks were unsuccessful. For someone who prided himself on his caution and only striking when the time seemed just right...his pride was severely damaged.


Through the smoke bellowing out the chamber of his colt, Aaron's ruby red eyes scanned the battlefield. None of the fiends seemed to take notice, in fact all nine of them were only paying attention to a variety of creatures he could only assume were agents. Three of the fiends seemed fixed on destroying some kind of Elk... While two of the scarecrows were busy pouncing on some kind of mechanical tool, a cat maybe? Another was focused on some kind of fox/cat eared individual, another individual fiend was attacking some robed lady, and some crazy red haired lady shouted and fought off some as well. While these were interesting scenes, one in particular caught his attention. Two of the demon-like scarecrows had knocked down a blonde figure, and he wasn't getting up (Chill).


Within any moment the fiends could finish the young man. Normally he'd avoid situations like this because the risks outweighed the benefit...but with each thought of abandoning them he could only think of the blade he was threatened with if he didn't join. There would probably be consequences if he did such a thing. That sticking through his mind, Aaron relaxed himself a bit, and began to cautiously tread through the panicking crowd to try and get closer to the fiends next to the blonde. A few meters passed, and he had a clear view. Aaron relaxed, and released his eyebrows to their natural positions. The wind shifted the hairs on his face as he carefully aimed down the sights of his pistol, focus so intense he could feel his heart pumping like a train engine. "Four shots in the clip..." He told himself, aiming his sights dead at the center of one of the fiend's chest.


He tightened his grip, and pulled the trigger.


[dice]24427[/dice]


(10 4 8 5)


In a very ironic fashion, Aaron missed yet another shot, cringing as the he could see the flash of his tracer just narrowly miss the torso. Nothing was wrong with the pistol, just his aim and his sense of pride. (Attract 2 enemies: Dice 8) "Let's get this over with you cowards!" Aaron screamed to attract the two fiends near Chill to him. After that, Aaron quickly raised himself on the balls of his feel and put his hands out for balance ready attempt to evade any strikes, pistol out to parry strikes (Defense: Dice 5). As they charged Aaron anticipated multiple scenarios in his head (Evade +2, Dice 10&4)


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<Blanca>


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"Ngh...!" Blanca grunted as the second Scarecrow struck her head, denting in slightly in the process. The beast in front of her was agile, she'd give it that. Still... She couldn't back down here. Not with the President and his Daugher at her back.


Glancing behind the scarecrow -- which giggled in place, dancing with its bladed legs as if it were mocking her -- Blanca saw that the other scarecrow was still struggling to get off the ground.


Blanca intended to have it remain there. Permanently.

- Dice Actions -

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Success: 1


Evade: 7


HP: ▮▮ | 1 / 2
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[dice]24428[/dice]


Blanca took a step to the left, her gravitational claws humming to life on her right side as she did so. In response, the Scarecrow leaped forward, anticipating her movement... Only to be fooled as she kicked off the ground and slid to the right. (Evade: Die 6)


Before the scarecrow could correct its failed attack, Blanca had already slid to the still-stumbled Scarecrow -- an easy target lacking mobility. Even if CH4T wasn't meant for direct combat, it could still stomp and claw at an immobile fiend... And that she did. Planting her left leg firmly on the ground as a pivot, Blana used the momentum she had built up sliding over to the nightmarish being and kicked it in the stomach. Hard. (Success: 2 (Unsuccessful), Scarecrow cannot Evade due to lack of balance | -1 HP)


The Scarecrow let out an audible shriek as it rolled backwards, losing whatever balance it had mustered and tumbling to the ground a couple of feet away. Unfortunately for it... Blanca wasn't finished with it. Pouncing, she closed the distance before it could stop rolling across the paved earth, grabbing the Scarecrow by the fabric on its chest securely with the gravitational runes on her claws before rotating her mechanical arms full-circle. With her forward momentum combined with the Scarecrow's movement in the same direction, she easily lifted up the scarecrow... And redirected all of the force downwards, slamming the scarecrow onto the ground. (Success: 4 (Unsuccessful), Scarecrow cannot Evade due to lack of balance | -1 HP)


With its momentum stopped, Blanca chose not to test her luck with its reaction to her attacks, and she slid backwards, preparing for the assault of the Scarecrow a little ways away, and the possible counterattack mounted by the Scarecrow which began to stand itself back up. (Non-Combat: 8 | Evade +1)

Not sure if keeping it off balance is alright, but... Eh. I'll edit this post if I need to.
 
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The music continued to play, her blood roaring with the music of her ancestor. She continued to dance in small steps, swaying her hips and moving her arms and hands in a rhythmic motion, the cloth trailing along like the wind. The creature itself became even more crazed, its movements becoming more erratic and unpronounced. Though she could read its steps like the thoughts of an animal, for sidestepping that strike earlier was but a mere task, she couldn't afford to falter in her steps lest the next one be a blow.


With another spin, she began her assault.


She sensed it was different the moment it moved. The creature began to strike forward, falling like it lost its footing but then stood up with an acrobat's grace and began to deliver a fury of quick strikes that surprised her. She managed to dodge it only by the right moment of the music in her mind; parrying would not have been enough. (Dice -4: Evade).


She could no longer find an opportunity to strike. It was too unpredictable, and even though she danced to the music, its movements were like dissonant sounds that made it hard for her to focus. She could only prepare for the next assault as she tried to regain her focus and her strength.


[dice]24429[/dice]
 
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Dusty




Dusty's eyes slit right down at the middle as he focused on the enemy before him. he was incapacitated, and perfectly predictable, the moment the thing tried to land a quick rake against him he merely dodged out of the way in a cloud of dust. he took a moment to see the battle ground around him. noticing everyone starting to get into a fight with these things, some people he's seen, some he hasn't. there were others that were having trouble too, and he didn't like what may turn out should these things start taking casualties. the more the merrier perhaps, but if people start falling, they'll be too much work in the office. something worried him though, about why in the pitch black darkness of the river did this all suddenly happen, and in addition that cat robot he just saw . for now he needed to get out it, and make sure one of them won't be bothering to get up anytime soon.




Dusty Quickly clawed down on all fours and struck a piercing glare at the Scarecrows head, his staff anchored to his back as the length of his arm coiled around it. His feet sprung into a lunge, body twisting in motion as he fastened his staff onto himself and quickly snap the end of straight onto the Scarecrows head (Roll 1: Attack Lethal). landing just near the thing he quickly shifted the spinning momentum he was in and struck another hard one straight into its jaw (Roll 2: Attack lethal). with each consecutive hit sparks of embers would fly and fizzle around near the point of impact, fueling another shadow ball ready for flashing. Dusty's back was turned abit as he looked around the area for more of the beasts and quickly flicked his pole towards one of the assailants that was attacking what looked to be a dancer of sorts?. the Shadow ball whizzed in the air and struck the scarecrow near the shoulder Flashing in a bright glow that blinded yet another one of them (Roll 3: Nonlethal), giving Fortunata a chance at a strike. Dusty then quickly quickly lunged to a spot behind the double struck scarecrow ready for its next attack (Roll 10: Evade +1) On the corner of his eye though he noticed that odd.. rabbit that he noticed before...? and a popcorn stand



[dice]24425[/dice]
























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Nona Usagi​






Carnival at Central Park

The Rift​





Nona sat on the edge of the rooftop, swinging her legs out over the street battlefield as she hummed a merry tune to herself. Her crimson eyes soaked in the violence below, not showing the slightest glint of discomfort at seeing people, almost-people, and fiends trying to tear each other to shreds. She wondered what it was they were fighting over but found she didn't really care. People fought over stupid things. Heck, there were people who got angry when she tricked them into drinking fake blood.


She watched as one of the people she'd seen hanging around Libra turned into a deer and was stabbed by a fiend's blade. Would he die from that kind of wound? She didn't know much about animal anatomy. Nona debated leaving her safe vantage point to help him out, but she doubted she could leap all the way to where he was. And besides, there was too much fighting going on between here and there. A woman wove between bodies and attacks with supernatural swiftness and ease. Vampire, was Nona's first thought, but of course there was any number of un-normals who could move fast. Following that woman with her eyes brought them to the strange machine that had followed along behind when Bob had given Nona a ride to the carnival. It was busy avoiding slicing strikes from more fiends. She supposed that useless boy was down there somewhere, fighting against a fiend. No not a whole fiend, maybe a half one, or a quarter. Weak and useless as he was he might be able to run away from a fiend that had lost both arms and a leg. The little girl giggled thinking about it.


Looking down below her she finally noticed the stuffed rabbit that was jumping up and down waving one arm trying its hardest to be noticed. If the street wasn't crawling with creepy ugly fiends she would have jumped down to retrieve the half of her caramel apple that was stuck to the rabbit's back like glue, but since she had no such plans on going back down there she just waved at her little rabbit and pointed off towards where most of the fighting was happening. The stuffed rabbit somehow managed to convey the crushed feeling it felt despite its face not changing at all as it turned and marched obediently into the dark forest of trampling legs filled with the sounds of fighting and the occasional showering of blood.
 

- Chill Sandell -

"Circus, Central Park"​



Chill had been hotly battling the two scarecrows atop the tracks of the killer rollercoaster after they broke the chain of his kusarigama. As he dashed and traded sparking blows with them amidst the terrified yells of people down below, he realized something alarming: these creatures were battle-hardened.


The scarecrow pair that sliced and diced as he parried and weaved moved seamlessly together. He's never read anything like this in The Rift archives. What usually happened was that shadowkind suddenly disappear from their world and arrive here, with little to no memories as to what happened to them. These creatures would be disoriented, afraid, or confused. But these scarecrows were ready, they knew the portal was going to open and they attacked as one.


They were too fast --- one slipped into his blind spot and slashed at the same time the other did. With a thrill of terror, Chill fell fifty meters down, blood arching from his wounds.


Had it not been for his ability, he would have died from the fall. Instead he crashed on to the ground with a light, thud, dizzy for a few seconds.


He heard gunshots, then a man yelled, "Let's get this over with you cowards!"


Chill groggily looked up to see the fiends twist their heads and leap off from the roller coaster tracks to slam into an old man. Quickly, still in pain, Chill gripped his kama and kicked up into the air to intercept.

- Action -

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SHING


The head of the scarecrow he had wounded earlier flew off (#3, coup de grace) at the same time he grabbed the second one with his free hand as he passed it in the air. It was lighter than him --- good. He used its weight to spin and hurl it violently down to the ground (#2, non-lethal daze).


Both of them crashed in front of Aaron with Chill on the dazed monster's back. One slash (unsuccessful #9, but enemy is currently too dazed to evade, -1 Hp), then another. (unsuccessful #10, -1 Hp)


"Finish it!" Chill yelled at Aaron.


@Gilzar


(OOC: Everyone, I'll post Round two's resolution tonight, it's 1:57 p.m. in my part of the world. Nice teamwork!)


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  • - (skullKing) - Dice Battle Tutorial - (skullKing) -

    " It is so intense! Enemy rolls here. "​




    "T

    he scarecrow

    Chill

    was on bucked and flailed wildly, catching him with a blade. The man fell back on the ground and didn't get up anymore (#4,

    Chill incapacitated

    + injured I + exhausted I)."

    When a character's Hp = 0, the player can choose from the three following consequences:


    1. Character Death


    2. Incapacitated, plus "Injured" and "Exhausted"


    3. Incapacitated, and permanent -1 character attribute.


    Incapacitated means the player is out for the entire battle, even if they have a second main character. Injured and Exhausted, as you've read in the CS are status tags that can stack. If your character acquires four status tags, ex. Injured II + Exhausted II, they're dead even if their Hp is full.

    "

    T

    he two scarecrows engaging

    Blanca

    attacked as one. The first fiend missed (successful #7, but Blanca's evade is 8 now), its blade passing through the cyber cat's neck by mere millimeters, but the second one's aim was true --- there was the sound of rending metal as it tore a deep gash across the steel frame, cutting the robot down (#9,

    Blanca incapacitated

    ,

    https://www.rpnation.com/profile/35876-ensig/@Ensig

    https://www.rpnation.com/profile/35876-ensig/, you can pick the consequence). The two scarecrows cackled triumphantly, looking for more people to destroy.


    A great blade loomed down from above the smoke engulfing

    Dusty

    and slammed into the Jomyaku-ko with the strength of a boulder, knocking the wind out of him (#8, Dusty -1 Hp, no other effects).


    The two scarecrows slid across the ground after their cross slash against

    Dyani

    , then launched themselves at the elk again to finish him off with the same blow, singing, "WEEEEEEE!" The first one met Dyani's hooves and missed (successful #8, but Dyani performed a successful defensive maneuver which is different from spending dice to increase evade), but the second cut right through his stomach. (#9,

    Dyani incapacitated

    ,

    https://www.rpnation.com/profile/37197-cosmic-cobalt/@Cosmic Cobalt

    https://www.rpnation.com/profile/37197-cosmic-cobalt/, you can choose the consequence) The two scarecrows laughed and rushed to aid their fellow fiends.


    It just couldn't hit

    Fortunata

    (successful #7, but she performed a successful defensive maneuver). The dancer was too agile, and no matter how much the scarecrow attacked, it only sliced air, dirt, or a wooden pole in the way, leaving a scattered mess in its wake.


    And in another part of the carnival, the scarecrow

    Serena

    kicked dirt at grinned menacingly before it pierced her shoulder through and through. (#7, -1 Hp Serena, no other effects.

    https://www.rpnation.com/profile/7020-maeve-valor/@Maeve Valor

    https://www.rpnation.com/profile/7020-maeve-valor/, I assumed you stacked all the dice to your evade for a total of 6 evasion?) It opened its mouth wide, revealing several rows of dagger like teeth, to swallow her whole.

    - (skullKing) - Round 3 - (skullKing) -

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Fortunata bent down backwards as the blade of the creature passed her by mere centimeters, the sound of air being sliced so audible it made her forget the music for a moment. Yet the sound returned, and she twirled, her feet dancing light and airy, far from the reach of the creatures blade and its madness.


Song of The Tribe





Before she could begin her assault, a shadowy ball whizzed from nowhere. Before her eyes, she watched the creature scream in shock and confusion as it began to flail, its movements slowing as it tried to claw out its eyes with the sharp steel blades. The action only resulted in it screaming out in even more pain.


Fortunata, Now...Fortunata, Defeat it...





Her Grandmothers voice echoed, a melodious advice that blended with the beating of the drums in her inner self, the rumblings of the earth, the soulful cracks of the fire, and the cheering wind, all together forming a strong melody that she danced to. With a passion of a freshly lit fire, she danced, the fabric of ether following along, joined in her dance, ready to strike to the blood of Terpischore's movements.


It happened with grace and strength. Fortunata twirled forward to the flailing creature who could only inflict more harm on itself. The colors of her cloths seemed to shine vibrantly in the pale moonlight as the wind made it shimmer and dance with her movements. The first twirl, the second twirl, then as if the very winds had carried her feet, a long dash was done that brought her feet closer to the creature. Her flowing arms suddenly brimmed with tension, and the cloth sharpened with precision as it approached its target.


1, 2 slashes...


and the third struck upon the temple. (Dice: 10, Success due to lack of evasion from enemy).


She did not let it finish its pain. She did not let it move. For she shifted her movements once more, leaping over the creature, and with the grace of the blood of her ancestors, and with the practiced movements of her youth, she delivered a final thrust to the creature, twisting it, before she flicked her wrist and felt the fabric of ether turn to the soft cloth and let it out. Blood was the last thing she saw from the creature before she turned away. (Dice:8, Success due to lack of evasion from enemy).





She saw her comrades, now concerned for their welfare, her movements still fluid, still in their dance, and could see them on the ground. She could not stop to weep, the bloodlust and the song of her ancestors still ringing in her ears. She could only hope they were alive, help had to come soon from the organization.


She saw a pair of these creatures search for prey, and she could feel the weakness of one of them. If it was a feint, a trap, she did not know. But she had to take her chances and down this foe before it became troublesome for all of them. Her footsteps were like a dance once more, following a pattern of back and forth before covering a great distance with a leap. The moment she was close, she acted.


Her hand on the ground, she slid towards the creature to get close, and then leapt towards it, her eyes closed as she could hear the strong pounding of the drums that called for her success, her victory. The fabric tightened and sharpened once more under her control, and the sharp edge met with the neck of the creature, instantly beheading it. (Dice: 2, to Scarecrow #4).





Once her feet had landed, she began to raise her arms to the sky then to the earth, relishing the victory while preparing from the next strike of these abominations. (Dice:9 to evade +1).


(Fiend 9, 4, defeated).


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Just when he thought he'd seen it all...


The boy still had some life in him, unlike what Aaron previously thought, and actually managed to take off one of the heads of the fiends in a last minute-blaze of glory, then tackled the second beast off of the Roller Coaster tracks. Was this kid crazy? Why did he just jump off of a roller coaster...Aaron ran the outcome of such a fall through his head, broken bones, huge lacerations caused by bone fractures, internal bleeding. He shivered slightly at the thought. As it would turn out though, the kid would surprise him yet again.


"Finish it!" The boy yelled once grounded on the things back.


How he didn't die from the fall, he didn't know. Quite frankly at this point that wasn't his problem. The boy was a bloodied mess and didn't look like he'd be much help, and the friend, though dazed, still had the look of murder in it's black, soulless eyes. Aaron, with just a simply look of disgust and caution, stared straight back at the beast. He raised his Colt 1911, smoke finally vanishing from the barrel, and took aim. He bit his back teeth as he focused his teeth, making a visibly toothed sneer at the creature. If he missed from this range he might just throw the pistol at him.


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(Success: Die 3) In a remarkable change of luck the first shot Aaron fired actually made contact, piercing straight into the head of the fiend. The fiend stopped moving, and Aaron's sneer faded as he released his lip, a feeling of satisfaction rose in him. Now he just needed to make sure it didn't get up again, two in the head so it stayed dead. (Success: Die 2) He quickly sprinted up to the fiend, and popped another round into the fiends head. Some might call it overkill, but it was the safest way for Aaron to know if it were truly dead.


He examined the fiend for a second, and where he hit it with his shots. Oddly enough, he found humor in the limp corpse with two holes in its head. "Better you than me..." He chuckled, while kicking at the corpse. His attention then shifted to the boy laying on the fiends back.


"Boy, can you hear me? Are you conscious?" His stark voice asked Chill. While waiting for a response he dropped the clip out of his pistol, and exchanged it for another. His eyes then searched around to make sure there were no more close by, before looking upon this boy, who looked extremely wounded...
 
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Dusty




Dusty was, somehow engrossed at the plush bunny rabbit suddenly walking around reaching on the caramel apple on its back. Honestly dusty had seen weirder things but for some reason the rabbits vain attempts at reaching onto the caramel apple.. somehow spoke to dusty in a way.. as if he understood the plight it suffered, wasted effort in something that could not be healed... the rabbit soon gave up and started to move forwards staring into the rooftops as if calling out to something jumping up and down like a child asking to be raised.. Dusty wanted to help the odd little thing... perhaps even take the caramel apple on its back. he would've turned his head to look at the rooftops above...


Had it not been for the scarecrow that suddenly rammed its blade onto his pole. slicing through the air as the boys reflexes quickly reacted to the sudden attack.


his loss of focus gave him a cut on his fingers and bruise on his back as he was flung onto a wooden pillar, his spine and pelvis tested by the collision. the pain caused the boy to scream, seething in a fit of anger as he was caught off guard... not this time however, he was gonna finish him off for good this time, that last one hurt bad. His eyes flared staring at the fiend as he grit his teeth. his fur stood up even more, with anger as his motivation he quickly lunged another attack at the beast holding his pole with both his hands as he shifted his weight to strike a nice clean blow. The scarecrows head was torn clean off with a loud clang of metal (Roll 1: Lethal) . Dusty wasn't finished however as he stabbed his pole deep into the fiends body, Its clothes and organics starting to burn off into embers as smoke billowed and seethed into the fox eared boy, channelled into his sleeve by his clenched fist, his shadow smoke now thicker and dense


growing even further (Roll 10 and 9: Evade +2)


The boy started to cool down after the kill, only to spring up after hearing several gunshots at a distance, ears swiveling to catch the sound, but his eyes fixated on his foes. He felt the bruise on his body take over somehow, but he knew there were still many of these things walking around. he quickly took out a charm from his robe, It looked to be an ornate tuning fork with a lion relief on its base. he tapped the tuning fork on his pole, chiming a vibration to his senses as he felt the pain slowly ease away from his body (Roll 5:Use item) he was ready to face another one of the fiends... but still that damned rabbit was on his mind... and now he thinks he lost it...






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Nona Usagi​






Carnival at Central Park

The Rift​





The fiends were winning the battle. Nona came to that conclusion as she watched them take down another one of the people fighting against them. She wondered what would happen if they killed everyone that was down there. She supposed she'd be fine either way. Even if everyone was dead she could still collect the deliveries of blood boxes from the cafe when they came, probably. Oh, but she didn't know how to get to the cafe from here. She hadn't been paying attention to direction when she'd been riding the unicorn to get to the carnival, and her own memories didn't go back far enough to know where places were. It looked like she needed one person to stay alive enough to tell her how to get back to the coffee shop.


She groaned as she slid her butt off the edge of the roof and dropped straight down two stories to land almost without a sound on corner of the street. Hmm, who looked like they would be forever indebted to her if she saved their life? She saw the robot-thing getting smashed apart. Ehhh no. Oh, it looked like deer man was having difficulty, which may have been making light of his situation since he'd been cut in multiple places and was actively covering the street in bright red blood. He'd do. How nice of him to offer his blood too.


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A stop sign, yes the red octagon typically found on the corners of street intersections, metal pole twisted and bent where it had been broken off, flew across the battlefield like a spear. It skewered through the fiend that had just cut the elk-human, jagged metal poking out the other side of the creature (Success:2). The fiend let out a terrible sound as it turned to find its attacker. The metal went right through it alright, but Nona's aim had been off. About four inches to the left off target, since it was poking out of the front of the fiend about that far from what she assumed would have been a direct hit on its heart. Tsk, that would have been cool too.


She covered the distance between herself and the fiend as it did the same. RIP, it might have gotten to live an extra second if it had ran the other way. Nona dropped and slid underneath it, getting dirt and blood from who knows who or what onto her pretty white dress. She hopped back up behind its back and swung at the red octagon attached to the pole still sticking through the fiend. If she could hit it hard enough it might make a mess of the thing's insides enough to kill it, she supposed at least. Anatomy, not her strongest area.


But the fiend got lucky and turned the opposite way, pulling the sign out of the little vampire girl's unfortunately short range. The fiend seemed pretty angry about that stop sign. Nona was forced to jump back, now that it was facing her she found herself much too close to the fiend and its wicked-looking blade.


She landed, and almost slipped, on the pool of blood that was spreading out from the downed elk-human. "This'll do," she said cheerily giving a thumbs-up in Dyani's direction.


As soon as the vampire knelt down to touch her hand to the red pool shapes began to emerge. White stuffed rabbits pulled themselves out of the blood and began to slowly take steps towards the fiend. After a half-dozen of them had emerged Nona grabbed one of them and tore into it (Use item:3).


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A hammer, the plain kind you'd use to put a nail in a wall, fell out with the white stuffing. Unlucky. But she grabbed it out of the air before it fell to the ground anyway. It was better than nothing against that thing's blade. She tensed in preparation for the fiend's next weak attempt at killing her (Evade +2:7,10). "Come on then, hit me if you can," she taunted it with a devilish smile.
 
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For a nano second the pain did not register to her of what had just happened. The scarecrow pierced through just under her shoulder-blade and suddenly she yelped while reverting her leg back to normal. The feeling was so excruciatingly agonizing that the sound of the other battles going on around her seemed to drown out. She looked at the elongated sharp-shadowy finger that had stabbed her and then looked at its face only to see it grinning menacingly. Her eyes almost glimmered red from hatred in response to the patronizing look she was given. She did not take too kindly to anything gloating over her. She tried her best to ignore the injury and drew up everything in her willpower to change her wounded sided hand into a dagger.


-Combat-





She quickly uppercutted through the scarecrow's arm to release it's hold on her. (Roll:1) She stumbled back a little and swung her normal arm over to grasp at the thing protruding out of her. She broke off most of it, leaving the end of it still jammed through her so she wouldn't bleed out even more that she already was.


She clasped her hands together getting ready to form again. Serena combined her two forearms to create a crescent blade that came up past her elbows and circled around her to behind her back. She jumped forward at an angle to slash downward at its chest. (Roll:1)


She then changed her two forearms still combined into a shield. (Roll: Evade +2)


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- Chill Sandell -

"Circus, Central Park"​



"Hng . . ." mumbled Chill wearily. His vision was red and his eyes stung from the blood that was seeping down his face. The old man actually did it . . . Chill's breath was ragged. In the corner of his eye, he saw that Dyani and three of the President's guards had fallen, but Serena was still fighting, and Salem and the others were managing to stop the wave of scarecrows rushing out from the portal from advancing beyond a hundred meters . . . and the portal was starting to close.


"H-help them . . . please." he told Aaron. Chill knew that he was asking a lot, asking a civilian to risk his life, but the old man had a gun, and if he could save two or three lives that would be good.


@Gilzar


"Klaus . . . I need an evac, Dyani too . . ." he spoke through his comms weakly, applying pressure to the cuts that he could manage.


"They're coming, Chill, ETA three minutes, just hold on till then." said Klaus calmly before he switched frequencies to resume coordinating the battle near the closing portal where the fight was the hottest.


Klaus wanted to get out of the car to help his friends. He knew his job was important, telling them where the enemies were so that they don't get back-stabbed, coordinating all the agents so that they could keep casualties and destruction to a minimum, but he hated just watching them get cut down.


He hoped Blanca was alright. He resisted the temptation to call someone in the Coffee Shop just to check if she was doing well, since he had to focus on the fight here where someone could actually die. But he just didn't want her to be alone if she was in pain --- and then he remembered something important: Today was her birthday.


@Ensig


(OOC: @Cosmic Cobalt and everyone, when a character has been incapacitated, it means that they can no longer join the battle or affect anything inside it. But they can still roleplay.)
 
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    - (skullKing) - The Raven King- (skullKing) -

    " Philosopher's Stone"​



    After it defeated Blanca, one scarecrow lunged at Dusty, but missed as the small Jomyaku-ko was shrouded by a thick smoke (#2). It gouged the ground with its arm-blade and skidded to a halt, before it hooked up a stall and tossed it at him.


    The one who incapacitated Dyani spotted Fortunata who finished off her opponent with ease. This must be their strongest warrior . . . out of all those that fought them, the dancer was the only one the scarecrows weren't able to wound. The fiend howled, calling more of its comrades and together they charged, cackling --- but missed again! (#1)


    The fiend huffed at Nona as if scoffing, amused, what can a little girl with a little hammer do? It pulled out the stop sign impaled on its side, the brim of its face ripping to reveal a jagged mouth full of wicked teeth. With a roar it smashed Nona with the pole (#10, -1 Hp Nona), but was surprised to hear a CLANG and the little girl still standing


    "HAHAHA!" roared the scarecrow, its mouth unhinging, to reveal a bigger hole and swallowed Serena in one gulp. (#6, -1 Hp Serena, no other effects) She was swallowed into a smelly abyss of darkness where many unseen things with cold slimy hands were pulling at her from all sides moaning in a language never heard on earth. Above the pit shone the pale Carnival lights from the open scarecrow's mouth illuminating her surroundings. She was in a pit where the wall was made of faceless people stuck together, all with featherless raven-like heads.


    (OOC: Enemy rolls here)


    Then it happened. Red lightning thundered down from the night sky, and along its path to the ground the space was ripped asunder, and in the blink of an eye it appeared, looming over the carnival, an ancient, massive, colossal god wielding an awesome sword from beyond the Shadow:

    The Raven King

    ​



    He towered up into the sky, the crown of his head touching the night clouds. He was as big as a mountain, but nothing under his billowing clothes was harmed as if he was a ghost that could pass through the earth.


    His mere presence was heavy. Many were feeling as though they were suffocating, their vision slipping. Hundreds lost consciousness . . . but the god had only eyes for one person.


    It stooped down without a sound, buildings and trees passing right through it, and the world held its breath. It came face to face with Elena, its giant eyes black and hollow, full of a darkness so deep and terrible many could not look into it.


    Elena's eyes fluttered open and she looked up wearily, her breath ragged, her body bloody from the wood that impaled her side. She was terrified. She spoke something but no one could hear what was said . . .


    A beautiful tiny crystal shard as red as blood appeared hovering in the air before her. Elena was shaking her head furiously now and screaming, but no sound was heard. She tried to move, but she seemed to be paralyzed. The god just kept watching silently as the crystal floated like a ghost right into her chest, and then Elena fainted.


    Someone blinked. And just like that, the Raven King was gone.

    - (skullKing) - Round 4 - (skullKing) -

    ​



    This will be the last round for this battle tutorial since everyone now understands how dice combat works. Players may now finish off foes with or without dice rolling if they wish. I hope you guys enjoy the dice combat system!


    Incapacitation and HP = After a dice battle, everyone's Hp is automatically restored to full and all incapacitated characters are back up again somehow, but they still retain the status tags, "Exhausted + Injured ".


    Those who did not get incapacitated, acquire an "Exhausted " status tag or one (skullKing), which you can view in the OOC tab.


 
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<Blanca>


-Circus, Central Park-
​



With a loud *CSHHhhhhhCCCCKkkkk* CH4T's chassis was cut from its right shoulder halfway down its torso. Blanca, who was possessing the machine received the pain that the lifeless husk would have felt... And cried out, only for nothing to come out.


> Vocal Processor Damaged


> Conduct analysis of system damage?



For a couple of second, Blanca simply sat, staring at the messages appearing in CH4T's overlay as she continued to feel the full extent of the Scarecrow's damage. The fiend cackled, its companion doing the same before her body was tossed behind them, close to the President and his Daughter.


'At the very least... Those two are... Safe... Right...?' Blanca urged CH4T's body to move closer to the pair as to assure herself. She was stuck in the metallic body until the arcane energies that kept it operational ran out... So making herself useful in that regard was the least she could do, right?


The mangled mecha looked back to make sure the Scarecrows were no longer looking, and inched towards the President and his Daughter.


>> Initiate damage analysis


>Initiating Damage Analysis






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....




.....




>Analysis Complete





>Mana Capacitors 12 to 43, all Vocal Processors, Auditory Processors, Connection Link to Libra Comms, Mana Storage Containers 1 to 3 and 32 other mechanisms, along with 628 Processes have been hindered and/or badly damaged.






>Fatal damages have exceeded the safety limit.





>Recommended Action: Power Down immediately





'I... See...' Blanca thought to herself, urging herself to remain conscious as she raised her torso slightly to see the status of the President and his Daughter. Thankfully, they hadn't been interfered with, just as she suspected. She would have breathed a sigh of relief if CH4T required her to breathe at all.


'Then... I suppose... Kuhk... It's time to... Sleep--?!'


*BABABAAANG*


-- It came.


Overhead, Blanca could only watch in horror and disbelief as a being that dwarfed the skies themselves appeared after a flash of red lightning. It was terrifying. It was beautiful. It was as daunting as the tales had made it out to be and more.


'It's the Raven King.'


When that thought finally broke through Blanca's increasingly-drowsy mind, the second came only a short second away. 'What is it here for?' Blanca immediately regretted that thought, as the being bent down closer and closer to her. No... Not her, but rather, someone near her.


Fearing the worst, Blanca attempted to raise her arms and activate the Binding runes on her palms, only to find that her arms wouldn't rise at all. She cursed her weakness as she dismissed the system message opening in front of her eyes, and watched in horror as Elena stared up into the abyss that made up the Raven King's eyes. The girl had said something as well, but... Massive fatigue combined with CH4T's inability to hear made Blanca unable to understand her words. All she could do was watch as a crimson gem floated down between the phantom giant and the girl, with Blanca wrenching herself awake and attempting every movement possible, eventually managing to shift her left arm forward towards the girl just before Elena seemed to lose consciousness.


And just like that, the Raven King vanished without a trace.


> Powering Down


> Goodnight
 
Like a migratory bird, your path is much too clear.





Fortunata thought as she danced around the flurry of strikes from the creature. Unlike the first one whose madness caught her off guard and put her on edge, this one seemed to confident, its madness less pronounced in its movements. The music guided her to a rhythm that allowed her to foresee the fatal steps of the creature, and she evaded for the last time before she decided to strike.


Song of the Tribe





She pushed the creature with her hands, flicking her wrist, turning the fabric of ether into a deadly weapon once more. Honoring the power of the cloth, she swung the cloth on the knees of the creature, aiming for a crippling blow that would keep it on the floor. The satisfying sound of cracking bones was an early sign that her intent had succeeded. She watched the creature fall to the ground, its legs paralyzed as it tried to crawl away from the danger it had suddenly found itself in. (Dice 3: Success, Non-Lethal).


She wouldn't let it.


She danced onto the back of the creature, its unequal and edged shape the floor of the stage she was dancing on, twirling and flowing with the climax of a skilled performer building the tension of the concluding end. The music seemed to grow stronger and stronger, to a point she felt the very earth rumble with music and the very blades of grass dance to the beat. To others, it would have seemed somewhat sadistic. But to her, she knew well and she assumed the creature would know, that there were no fitting ends for death, just the simple knowledge that there would be no return to the world of the living in the form they had once arrived it.


With the final tap of her foot and the landing of the other onto the head of the creature, she forced it to face the ground and pierced the fabric of ether through the abomination. Ending the creature once and for all, taking away its life. (Dice: 8,9. Successful due to creature not being able to evade).





The deed completed, she focused on the others, wondering if they had dealt with the other monsters and finished them with a decisive blow. If they hadn't, she would come to their aid as soon as she readied herself. She would be useless and perhaps even a hindrance if she came to their battles unprepared. (Dice:10 to evade +1).


But then it stopped. The music in her soul was snuffed out, like a flame on a candle that was blown away to honor the slumber that would come. It broke her focus and the disquiet that she felt from the ether of her grandmother worried her. She looked around, wondering what happened when the rumbling clouds brought her attention to the sky.


The magnificence of the being in the heavens brought her wandering thoughts to a standstill. There it was, the legendary being that her father desperately longed to see. A being that seemed terrifying and majestic at the same time that the urge to prostrate before the deity roared in her veins, as if the mere act of standing was a defiance and an insult to the perfection before her.


She knew she would have lost herself to the radiance of the Raven King. She could feel the influence seeping in from the fabric of ether, limited only by the protection of her grandmother who seemed to whisper pleadings of looking away, to refuse to be lured into a malicious intent. She obeyed, moving backwards, yet her eyes continued to watch the scene unfold before her.


The young woman was close, close enough for her to grab and pull away. But she was frozen, as if her legs had been enchanted and turned into stone. The mere presence, a start of an insolvent Midas touch. She could only look as the young girl began to stand, terrified at what was happening and screaming as a red crystal formed.


Then, before the scene became too much for her, and from the incessant cries of her grandmother, she looked down. Shying away from the power of this chaotic being. She could only look down and realize, once more, her own mortality.


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The sky closed, and a red crack of of lightning colored the sky. Blood red in color, it hit the ground, and scarred the very earth it touched.


Under a red sky, Aaran stood just above Chill, paralyzed by the wave of fear that had struck. Fear, unlike anything else he had ever felt. He could not run, he could not fall, his feeble frame couldn't even bring itself to raise a gun. A towering figure, grey as despair, pale as death floated above them all. A deep, painful fear of dread and sadness overcame the spirit. One by one, the people around Aaron collapsed in fear. Beat by beat, Aaron's heart pumped his cold blood through the skinsuit he called a body. All he could do was watch, as the mortals collapsed like pillars. But there was one who did not fall...One girl stood before the behemoth and its blades. A pulsing, pale, frightened girl. Aaron couldn't hear her cries, only the faint wind, the chimes of death. A sudden emptiness overcame him...He simply let a whisper escape his breathe.


"By the rivers of Babylon..."


The giant leaned over, and faced the girl. All Aaron could do was watch, as the ominous figure reminded him of an eerie scene he remembered, a long time ago on another battlefield. He managed to release another


"We Wept"


His colt dropped to the ground from his cold fingers. He could hear many screams from those who were awake, but he couldn't move his eyes. A strange diamond entered into the girl. She was obviously screaming, but all Aaron could think of was a vision of a time almost as sinister as now. He remembered of a bloodied battlefield, a destroyed city, and dead soldiers. The aftermath of a great battle, with an ambient feeling as similar as the.


"When we remembered Zion..."





Then in a blink, it was all over. The mysterious demon-god was gone, and Aaron was once again brought back into reality. He swallowed, not knowing what he had just gone through. What...in this realm was that? Was it a shadow kind like him? Surely only a rift could produce such a monstrosity...But what did it do? The girl...was she still there? All these thoughts echoed through Aaron's mind, as his kneeled over to pick up his colt. For the first time he felt the age of the corpse he had stolen just a few years ago. This body was old...and weak. He was disgusted at himself, for the way he acted. Why didn't he run when he saw that thing? It could have killed him by just slamming that gigantic sword against the ground.


He tried to look at the girl again, but his vision was a blur. A silence plagued the air around him, with a vivid feeling. Running his fingers through his beard he tried to rationalize what had just happened. This land...felt like a battlefield. With a quick glance, he pulled back the chamber of his Colt to check if there was a round chambered, full clip.


Chill had called out for evac, he remembered that.


"Just stay here..." He muttered, pausing for a moment. "I mean, don't try and move. Keep pressure on your wounds and save your breathe. You don't want to waste any oxygen or blood. Trust me...I'm sort of a doctor." With that said, he glanced over and noticed that there were still more fiends. One of them looked very fat...as if it had just eaten something whole. Aaron made a slow jog toward it, shooting at the feet of the fiend, his shots echoing through the silence. His motive was simply to immobilize the fiend, before deciding what to do next.


 

- Aftermath -

"Circus, Central Park"​



The battle continued in earnest after The Raven King disappeared. The portal the scarecrows flooded out from closed and Lily Milson arrived with reinforcements from Libra to clean up the stray foes and tend to the wounded.


Elena and the President were secured and secretly transported to the Milson Manor where they were to stay for two days before being moved back to the United States; The agents who could still fight were immediately dispatched to all the areas where the scarecrows were still wrecking havoc or where there were high numbers of casualties.


It seemed that many other portals had cropped up all over Helsalem and the entire world, unleashing hordes of the fiendish scarecrows. All the factions were spread thin, trying to control the chaos and prevent a panic. But no matter what they did they couldn't prevent the upload of thousands of videos of The Raven King and the destructive fiends online. It was going to be a very long, long, Halloween night.


(OOC: @Orpheus, @CoconutLeaves, @Ensig, @Cosmic Cobalt, @Maeve Valor, @OverconfidentMagi, @Gilzar, congratulations you've all earned Quest Rewards. If you look at the default CS there is a new - Rewards - tab where you can choose two perks for your character.


Your characters can stay or move on from this timeline. At ten p.m. on Halloween night, the remains of the defeated scarecrows will wither into ash and disintegrate into nothing.


The next main episode will start two weeks after The Raven King incident in RP time, and I will post it on July 18, 2016 in real time.)

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