Baklava

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@Kessir Tarkin Right on, brah. Make sure you join the Discord when you get the chance.

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@Captain Jenno@jasonwolf@Dervish@The 42nd Gecko

Left Group: BY THE WAY... If any of those clowns fall onto the grid around the drum, they get zappy zapped. See Gohdan fight on youtube for ultimate clarity.

.:: ℤ𝕖𝕝𝕕𝕒 - 𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 ::.

Middle Tunnel Group

Part I

"Oh!" Alyce exclaimed in surprise as Archer disappeared into the abyss overhead. A fireball came hurtling towards her then. She narrowly managed to avoid it as she staggered back, bowing her legs outwards as it burst against the stone floor between her feet. She watched as Graham almost comically managed to dodge several more incoming fireballs, shoving off of Magus as his sinister shadow form reunited with the gross, spindly body he'd left behind. It seemed that whatever unique magic the Poe's flames were made of, they meshed as well with the Subrosian's heat resistance as they did the Twili's wooden frame.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a shift of movement while the Poe's focus was off of her. Suddenly reminded of the fifth member of their little team, she turned to see Griz, taking a step back towards the dark hallway they'd just come from while sliding their twin blades back into their sheathes.

"Griz," Alyce said firmly, the faintest vestige of fear in her voice as her fellow Sheikah turned to look at her, red eye gleaming in the wicked Poe's firelight.

"Don't."

The look Griz provided was more indecipherable than some of the text in her oldest books. She chose to believe it was apologetic as Griz took another step back and was swallowed by the shadows. The sound of quickened footsteps faded away just an anguished cry drew her attention back to the matter at hand.

A second. A third. A fourth. As the wooden body burned, Magus seperated from it. In his attempt to crawl away, however, he was assaulted by blow after blow until he was no more.

Good riddance, Alyce thought in the back of her mind. The part that wasn't currently fearing for her life as she batted away another Wallmaster with her book. Unlike Griz, she would not be one to betray the trust of the Goddess.

By a bizarre stroke of luck, Graham procured his boomerang and, despite the lingering effects of the Magic Bean he'd obtained from that scrub, managed to knock the ghostly beast across the face. The creature was very clearly hurt, but Graham took no chances. Upon catching his trusty boomerang, he pulled not one, but several Ember Seeds from his pouch and threw them with all his might.

As the Poe burned, it screeched in pain and the swarm of Wallmasters dispersed. And just like that, their group of five was down to two.

Left Tunnel Group

Had dear Noi perhaps been in less of a hurry to overtake Lev as lead, he might've seen the gaping hole in the ground before him. The Poe's lantern illuminated a small room-- barely large enough to accommodate the group minus Noi, who was now plummeting down into the abyss below. Strangely enough, there was no crash as the hulking nine foot robot collided with the bottom. Instead, there was only a thunderous boom. Like that of a large drum.

With no other place to go, the strange assortment of heroes were forced to descend after Noi. The stalfos, thusly named Mufasa, was the first to hop after him-- assuring everyone it was the correct way to go. The drum's surface imitated a taut trampoline, facilitating a less than comfortable, but overall harmless landing.

The room was vast. Circular in shape, extending several meters past the massive drum whereupon the party found themselves. A strange grid of symbols faded through a series of different colors on the ground. Thin pink rays of light occasionally sparked off of the grid. It seemed to pulsate with energy. The ominous grid surrounded the perimeter of the drum, also ending at the foot of a wide set of stairs at the head of the room, leading to a large platform. Upon the platform sat a wide and hollow arch, formed by several obsidian stones. At its crest lay the keystone of the structure, white with the golden crest of the royal family glowing from where it had been carved into the stone. All around the room, countless torches sprang to life in a spiral like pattern, bathing the room in more light than seemed appropriate considering the temple's dark and evil stench.

More attention grabbing in that moment, however, was the strangely shaped golden armor, colossal in size as it rested upon the drum's surface. Surrounding them with a surface of reflections that seemed to shine almost as brightly as the torchlight. The armor was comprised of three pieces in total: two enormous gauntlets and a massive cuirass. The gauntlets, two empty husks of gold, were large enough to cover a giant's hand and perhaps part of the wrist. Or, relatively speaking, enough to cover a small crowd of people. The larger of the three pieces was lifted partially off the drum by several chains attached to the ceiling. A cuirass built to accommodate a most peculiar shape-- a long and tapering torso.

Music

Suddenly a shadow appeared upon the drum's surface. Large enough to consume almost the entire platform, though it seemed to be completely without a source. The shadow then began to tear itself away from the surface of the drum in stark black flakes, rising into the air and disappearing within the empty spaces allotted by the golden armor. The flakes flew at an alarming rate, maneuvering around the small group as though they were a mere nuisance.

Something was taking form.

In that same moment, an array of bright blue markings appeared along the surface of the armor. The chains elevating the armor's torso began to rise, lifting the half formed creature up off the ground and out of reach while the hands twitched to life, balling into tight fists that prevented any damage from befalling the gray skinned hands as they finished forming.

Protruding from the armored torso were two muscular arms, ending just past the elbow as if they had been sawed off, judging by the exposed flesh and bone. Where a head ought to have been, there was only a single, massive red eye, framed by several thick petal shaped flaps of skin and four tentacle-like feelers. The pupil of the stark red eye was small and yellow, surrounded by a ring of similarly sized yellow circles. Still safely out of reach, the eye fixated on the group with a curiously excited expression-- eager for their demise.

Fully formed, the armored hands flexed their fingers and began steadily beating at the drum. Not even Noi remained grounded as the percussion threw his footing. Only Lev, with his lack of dependency on such things as a place to stand, remained unaffected by the monster's rhythm. A detail the legendary Bongo Bongo quickly took note of. Still pounding away with his left hand, his right lifted from the drum and made a sweeping grab for the poe.

Phantom Shadow Beast

Guardian Bongo

OOC

Similar to the "mini-boss fight" with Mufasa that you guys did with Jenno, this monster will be fully controlled by the GMs. The success of every hit must be cleared by myself or Jenno. Feel free to collaborate your first move, though I am expecting shorter responses as we go action by action.

Small Town of Wizards and Witches!

@Avemelle hoi

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

The Striker Team Strikes

Callan | Sander

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𝕄: 𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟙𝟜, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝕎𝕚𝕤𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕕, 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕪𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕 / / 𝕋𝕠𝕨𝕟 / / ~𝟙𝟟𝟚𝟝

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_{Collab with @Baklava @RedDusk}

By the time they neared their target, Sander’s heart had gone into overdrive. He was up from his seat, fighting the urge to launch himself out of the helicopter and onto whatever waiting bellow. Fear and doubt ebbed out his nerves, leaving behind violent urges and an eagerness to pit the monster beneath his skin against the one beneath that hide of steel.

Bits by bits, he let go, until his heart hammered and he bared his teeth in a grin, eyes locked onto the monster below. Right then, above it, a light flashed. He saw the beam coming, and its wake, he only grinned wider. Harmless, like raindrops against his skin.

But there was still the scent of carbonated sweetness behind him. With all those parts of him that was still lucid, Sander turned just as the red beam cut through the distance, grabbing Callan’s upper arm before diving out. He split a piece of his fire and gave it to her too, just like how the dream taught him. Just to be sure.

Damn. Probably wasn't the best idea for Chris to go airborne before it was time to go, huh? Callan stood and watched as Chris was immediately swarmed. Not good. She turned her eyes to a flickering of red light coming from the massive metal serpent up ahead, watching with a steadily rising apprehension as its mouth filled with light.

NOT GOOD.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sander smiling. An absurdity that seemed so out of place in that second that it actually gave her pause. Creepy. He spun to face her. There was a sudden pressure on her arm followed by a sensation of fiery warmth that preceded the beam of red energy. She flinched away and shielded her face with her free arm out of reflex.

It passed over her, vaporizing the unprotected fabric of her maroon hoodie, helmet, and even her hair tie, but otherwise not causing any physical harm-- even as she processed what was left of the helicopter exploding around her. Then there was a sharp tug as Sander yanked her sideways. In her disoriented state, she moved her feet to catch herself, but there was nothing there. She was falling.

Ears still ringing from the foray of sound, her heart beat wildly in her chest as she opened her eyes to see the ground rushing towards them. She was basically supergirl. Falling from this height probably wouldn't hurt too bad. Despite these facts, she couldn't will herself to calm down. She latched onto Sander's arm tightly and did her best to brace herself.

Sander only let go of Callan once they had hit the ground. It was a rough landing, but his power protected him, just like how it protected Callan. He withdrew the fire though, because he needed more than she did. He wanted it more. He didn’t have to check on his teammate though. Just from the scent alone, he could tell that she wasn’t bleeding. So he left, dashing toward his target while the broken pieces of the helicopter was still raining down around them.

She didn't notice the glow from Sander's ability until he let go and it faded away. Was that why she was unscathed? She wasn't allotted much time to think on it. Picking herself up off the ground, she noticed Sander had already gotten to his feet. Off he went towards Factory.

"Wait!" she shouted, but her voice was drowned out by a particularly large chunk of helicopter crashing into the ground beside her. She quickly stood up and glanced down at herself to assess the damage-- or lack thereof. She was durable, but not THIS durable. Sander had definitely done something.

"Striker Team... are you there?" Angel's voice was leaking of concern, seemingly on the edge.

"I repeat... Callan, Sander, are you two alrig-... Ah shit!" the sonic Mage repeated.

A hint of irritation rose over the concern as the message cut off abruptly-- and not just because she realized her communicator had been vaporized as well. They shouldn't be allowing themselves to get distracted like that.

"Transmit," she said, moving forward, "We're FINE. Stay focused! Over." In spite of her efforts to sound confident, her voice faintly betrayed that she was a little shaken. She hadn't paid any mind to the pilot of the helicopter, but she got the distinct feeling there wasn't going to be anything left of the man. But again, no time to think about that.

She broke into a harder sprint after Sander. He seemed to already have an idea of what to do now. She only hoped it was a good one because, as of now, their previous plan was fucked.

Sander either didn't notice Angel's voice or was just too far gone for the transmission to reach him. Regardless, he forged forward, his body a red blur as he launched himself toward Factory’s looming body.

Callan grit her teeth and inwardly cursed. Kardos said to take out the lower limbs first! And that giant serpent thing with the death laser was still right there. Regardless, she figured she couldn't just stand there and watch. She had to make the best of things. If Sander could take one of those laser hits unscathed, then perhaps he was all the distraction they needed for now. As she ran, she kept her eyes trained on the serpent, approaching parallel to Factory in an attempt to reach its leg without falling into either's line of sight.

Nearing the limb, she summon the same obsidian colored hammer she'd practiced with at Ground Zero, staggering slightly under the weight as she tried to raise it just enough so it wasn't dragging in the mud while she ran. Just before she was close enough, she swung the hammer in a full circle before pivoting into a slight crouch and taking one last step forward. Hopefully Sander had bought her enough time for it to connect. Nonetheless, she braced herself for the worst.

Chill AF Zelda RP - FULL

@Holy Grail Look, but I'll be direct with you here, Grail. I don't think you'd fit with this RP. If you want to discuss that, shoot me a PM. But that's all I'm gonna say here.

Chill AF Zelda RP - FULL

@Holy Grail Well, the Wisheater IC is always there for the reading.

Honestly, I'm surprised I didn't see ya join that new Zelda RP that just opened in Casual. You see that one?

Chill AF Zelda RP - FULL

@Jabber Haha. Well best of luck to ya, mang! May your RP live long and prosper and all that!

Chill AF Zelda RP - FULL

@Holy Grail Well, so far it's looking like that last spot will be filling up, but we'll see. Wisheater is still chuggin' along.

@Jabber Oh no, trust me-- I'm genuinely flattered! Though I hope my lazy GMing ways don't have too bad of an influence. Heh heh

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@Holy Grail meh

@Jabber Oh boy. Reading but not joining? What a way to stroke our egos. Well hopefully you find it an enjoyable read! ;)