Eyeris

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Rockin, Shannon, Vaughtar
{@Rockin Strings @Arty Fox@Fetzen}

Zesiro winced painfully as he was levitated off the floor and onto a table. “What the FUCK?!” He writhed a bit, struggling against the magical force in vain.

Hirshe was being thoroughly thrashed, Shannon thumped again and again and again into his chest-plate, it did not crack. His arms and legs failed, angry red steam continued to pour from the seams of the armor, yet he was unable to escape the blows or the grasp of the gargoyle.

As Vaughtar dug his claws into the armor, he would find some give to the metal as he pried at it. Perhaps if he kept at it… Yet, as he did so, he would feel his claws sink into flesh, he would feel hot blood… Was Hirsche bleeding or was the armor? It was too chaotic to tell...

People were evacuating the mess hall. Many of the agents here were only administrative, or scientists, or otherwise hired for talents that were not particularly useful in violent conflict. Yet, there were warriors too...

A short girl with purple and red striped hair pushed pass those running away and made it to the window. She positioned herself as far away from the fight as she could, then put her two hands on the glass: A purple light began to emanate from her hands and spread across the glass, she was creating an energy shield, a second skin over the surface of the window pane. She hoped that this would protect the glass from further damage… Though, it did nothing to mend the damage which had already been done. The glass now fought with the ocean beyond to keep whole. The girl planted her feet and remained by the glass with her hands pressed against it. If she removed her hands from their place the energy shield would dissipate…

Two more stepped forward and they both drew weapons. The weapons looked like something like a guns and something like a kitchen appliances glued together. The woman had two hand-guns and the man’s looked more like a rifle. They aimed at Hirshe, but hesitated. They couldn’t say for sure if they would hit the enemy or an ally in the wrestling trio. The red steam that poured forth from the armor also obscured their aim.

They also did not know who Hirshe was, they did not know that this was unusual behavior for him. When they took their shot, they would shoot to kill.

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Dimitri, Charles, Twain
{@Affili@Arty Fox}

Twain bit down hard on the hard ball that Dimitri had given him. He didn’t seem to hear Charles or Dimitri. He didn’t seem very aware of what Dimitri had put in his mouth, he just gnawed upon it automatically. His now blood-shot eyes searched forward, as he stumbled toward the door. One objective in mind, to reach his brother before it was too late…

He opened the door and stumbled out into the hall. A woman beyond the door gasped as Twain fell flat on his face. Rozalind knelt beside him. Her expression of concern slowly curdling...

“Are you DRUNK?”

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I'm going to post tomorrow!

And The Gods All Fell [4 Spots Open]

^^;;

I'm too in and out to GM

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@Eyeris Hence him asking for a book. I didn't expect it to work, anyways. Rockin' can't do anything to Hirche.

@Rockin Strings

Ok. Your character can try whatever, get a book, etc. I just wanted to be clear because you asked it won't result in a new spell/ability.

Let's wrap up this conversation and work in the game. :)

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@Eyeris Not even a healing spell that drains him? lol Nobody understands magic quite like a unicorn.

@Rockin Strings

It is a bit tacky to learn spells as you go as is convenient for the scene.

The point is to problem solve with available resources and creativity. Not suddenly have magic solutions for everything that comes up.

I'll also clarify, Rockin'doesn't know human anatomy so it makes sense he doesn't get it, but by medical logic zesiro should not be able to move/talk/be awake. The hole in his stomach is really big. It is pretty miraculous that he's doing anything...

But everyone is pretty focused on Hirshe! Play on! :D

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I so want Rockin' to learn a new spell here. It'll most likely fail unless GM says I can.

@Rockin Strings

Is zesiro the one you are interacting with now? Your last post you were standing on Hirshe. Zesiro was thrown across the room so I guess I imagine him being further away. Hirshe also took a swipe at Rockin'
Maybe just add in a reaction to Hirshe before you leave to zesiro?

Also I do not approve of randomly learning a new spell mid combat. Or in general. No one has alerted their cs yet and you are the newest person and this is like your first fight. Try working with what you got first! :)

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Wolfe
[@cpldingo]

As the beastly Wolf-Wolfe ran down the narrow corridor, claw scraping against metal, he would soon come upon an obstacle.

Dzel, small and thin, turned her head in surprised so see such a beast racing towards her. She reacted quickly, setting one foot behind her and the other kept forward in a bracing-fighting stance. She raised her right forearm forward and placed her left palm on the back of her right hand…

There was a flash of green light, and a huge and radiant green shield appeared on her right forearm. It was green but one could see through it, made of energy, it hovered before her as if it were a shield strapped to her forearm. It was much bigger than a normal knight's shield would be, or a shield that such a small woman should be able to carry. It was nearly as tall and wide as Dzel herself, she braced for impact, intending to block the beast from advancing further down the corridor.

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XIII, Rozalind
[@Konan375]

“Good thinking.” Rozalind replied, though she was nervous, if the hull had been truly breached… How much time did that give them to investigate and escape.

“They might head to the rafts... They’d want to escape themselves, I think. The control room is up by the Bridge, that way. Then the rafts are down this way by the...

Rozalind hesitated, her and XIII would hear a deep and wolf-like roar echoing through the corridor…

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Herbert, Dzel
[@Jdh97]

Dzel tilted her head to one side, then the other, as she considered each of Herbert’s words.

“It only seems fast to you, Herbert… Your petty sins, the dread that haunts you, the fear that there is no place for you in this world….” She put a hand on his shoulder, touching his grey hair to comfort him. “... It is merely the ghost of an outdated morality, a way of thinking, that if you could finally put to bed you would realize… What you could do… What we could accomplish…” Dzel seemed about to say more, when, the library walls flashed with pink runes… A warning...

Dzel looked around for a moment, her eyes widening ever so slightly. Then she turned back to Herbert. The pink light reflected strangely in her bright green eyes

“... First we need to get out of here. That is the alarm. It means there has been a breach in the hull of this submarine.” She stood up and held out her small and to Herbert.

“Come with me, quickly. I will take you to the rafts.”