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>>1974284
>> West Through The Craft Bloc

>>1974284
> West Through The Craft Bloc

>>1974284

> West Through The Craft Bloc

Could help. If we run into something.

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Not trusting your voice after the explosion that collapsed a building ontop of you, the decision i conveyed by a pointing of your left arm. With ease borne of combat experience you move as one. Each of you simply flow around or over the masses of rubble in the street without slowing.

Cries of battle and feasting ring out around you. At one point you swear that a hand pushes through the barrier and claws desperately at the air before it is yanked outwards by unseen force. But that is the closest you come to a proper engagement as you make decent distance. In fact it seems like the clicking of chitin on cobbles is only increasing in number and intensity as you go. Whilst the cries of slaughter, battle and consumption are becoming less frequent.

"Vy vont ze just attack?" Hona asks as you reach a corner. Straight ahead is a damaged blacksmith, to the right is another street nobody has travelled on before.

"Maybe they're scared of us. We did butcher the first three with ease."

"No. They're herding us and growin' their numbers." Lex sagely warns.

"How?" You demand, on others it would sound timid and disbelievin. But your Monotone simply sounds like a student enquiring of a teacher.

"When they feast on a brain, the bugs split in two. The two new ones have any special abilities, magic or useful traits of the prey." He grimaces. "If they get any of us..."

"Ve might have super magical, super fast, or super unkillable bugs zat age very slowly." Honamurei muses unusually sharp. "Vell vat if ve-"

You let loose a gout of flame from your wirsts, sending a cone of purple death down the street to your right as a pair of eyes and mandibled tested the barrier. The conversation slowing your repsonse saved the thing's life as it ducks back into the inky blackness.

The fire illuminates around the barrier.

One. Two. Three. More than Four dozen pairs of glowing red eyes are lit by the purple flame in a moment. Deep down you know that more are behind you also.

> Through the blacksmithy double time

> Form up and make a stand

> Charge back the way we came, trim the numbers

> Time to head to the roofs

> Write-In

>>1974432
>> Time to head to the roofs

>>1974432
> Time to head to the roofs

Yeah, I'd say book it.

>>1974480
>>1974439

It's the time we all fear.

Rolling time is here.

1d20 best of 3.

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>1974555
nat 1 incoming

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>1974555
REVVING MY NAT 1s

>>1974555

>>1974555
2nd attempt

>>1974567
>>1974565

Are you putting it in the right place?

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>1974555

>>1974572
>>1974567
>>1974565
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>>1974561

Writing. Unlucky Purpleanon.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>1974567
Last try before I give up

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>>1974572
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>>1974580

"Jump on top of the smithy!" You command, Hona springin upwards almost immmediately, Leixngton waits a beat then follow, giving you as much barrier protection as he can without letting Hona out.

Just as her hat brushes the top of the shimmering green-silver dome; his old bones carry him upwards in her wake.

Which leaves you, hopping backwards you give your new flamers all the juice that you can, spurting a purple afterburner down into the street as hundreds of legs all madly chitter and clatter of the cobblestone road.

Were you not firmly invested in being so amazing a rearguard right now you'd feel mortal terror at the veritable purple sea of chitinous creatures swarming where you stood but a moment before. Thankfully your flame washes over them swiftly, casting gigantic and warped shadows throughout the black gloom as you land on the shingled and shoddy rooftop alongside your friendly boss and cyclopean lover.

"Okay. We need to see which way we're going." You report, occaisonally firing off gouts of flame into the street below to steal what breathing room you can.

"Easier said than done. In case ya haven't noticed. The Brain eatin' anti magic bugs don't like this barrier and I ain't dropping it." Lex growls, "Unless any of you lot have some secret skill wi' wards ye neglected t' mention."

> [FRUSTRATION] Any ideas?

> [DETEMRINATION] Point in a direction and go that way

> [GRATITUDE] We have high ground fortunately, let's just hold it

> [ZEN] Centre yourself, see if inspiration strikes

> Write-In

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>>1975090

Sorry for lateness, one of my players learned scrying in tabletop Starborn and immediately contracted with a devil of artifice.

Also he's blind and all his fluids are now silverwater.

>>1975090
> [ZEN] Centre yourself, see if inspiration strikes


>>1975100
>This level of bulli
For what purpose.

>>1975090
> [DETEMRINATION] Point in a direction and go that way

>>1975090
>> [ZEN] Centre yourself, see if inspiration strikes

>>1975469
>>1975322
>>1975110

Gimme them sweet sweet dice.

Should have probably said it's a flat 1d20 shouldn't I?

Fuck me I'm tired.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>1975473

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>1975476

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>1975476

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1975476

>>1975506
>>1975505
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>>1975479

Called. With the crit fail and sucess cancelling this is a 5.

Want to use contentment to take a 10?

> Y

> N

>>1975100
...

What

>>1975515
Mmmm...yeaah.

Smoke 'em if you got 'em, folks. Take 10.

>>1975515
no

>>1975515
>Y

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>1975476

>>1975515
The 20 didnt stop it?
Man i dont even know whats happened
But y take the 5 stay alive

>>1975515
>> Y

>>1976919
>>1976722
>>1976719
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>>1975536

Writing with the 10 in a second. Gotta clean my dishes. Sorry for lack of updates this coming 72 hours will be busy as fuck.

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>>1976919
>>1976722
>>1976719
>>1975648
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>>1975536

With a deep breath you begin to mentally take each of your emotions out of their mental toolkit and immerse yourself in them one at a time.

Zen; you glow slightly but not enough to use for navigation.
Lust; I mean, maybe if you need to pull a off Lexington or something.

One by one you go through every option to you but again and again you come back to one option.

"I'm going to use my lantern."

"To do what? Tire yourself out? Kill them all? Don't think that ye can manage it that easy." Lexington protests as you begin walking along the rooftops.

"I will breath fire everywhere. Hopefully one of you will see an exit." Is all you need to say, "MINERVA'S LANTERN" You cry, as Hona's sword thursts directly past your ear at some lsight sound of claw on shingle.

Judging by the speed in which she pivots around you like a dancer and the ensuing sounds of bladework; the beasts must have found some way to ascend to rooftop level.

> [DETERMINATION] Stick to the plan

> [PRIDE] BY FIRE BE PURGED

> [FEAR] Switch to shields and cover Hona

> Write-In

>>1979285
> [PRIDE] BY FIRE BE PURGED

>>1979285
> [PRIDE] BY FIRE BE PURGED

>>1979285
>> [PRIDE] BY FIRE BE PURGED

>>1979378
>>1979355
>>1979335

1d20+1 Guys.

Rolled 13 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1979285
Burning fever.

Rolled 19 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1979382

Rolled 20 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1979382

>>1979510
>>1979396
>>1979392

Writing.

Rolled 4 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1979382

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>>1979510
>>1979396
>>1979392
>>1979546

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=di1XUB0YIzw

Instead of sticking to course and becoming the makeshift lighthouse; you grab Honamurei's collar and yank her back with enough force to cause a deep ache in your shoulder, arresting her momentum is tough but you manage.

Then you step forward, the lone bulwark against a veritable tide of Purple armour, claws, mandibles, tentacles , glowing orange eyes, spore generating attennae, all comign together as ink running down a wet canvas. They spread and seethe and rise and fall as surely as a wave.

But then you exhale.

The sea of Kralka do not so much as part, as they are blown apart by the sheer force and heat that you send their way. This is no geyser, this is a burst of pure purple sun that sends the air fleeing ahead of and around it. Your lantern makes a makeshift vacuum as the power lances forth and splits the block in half.

All of the darkness is repulsed by your divine attack, a vortex of bright sunlight streaming down from above the rainclouds; each inky black swirl of Darnite magical essence blown away by the sheer force of your power. Mido is laid bare to you in the second your attack begins. In that fleeting moment you seem to grasp the gravity of this battle and your eyes capture every minute detail of this once peaceful town.

You see the devestation the invading Cadalonians wrought, you see the scars of the Munisian desperate defence, and you see the rivers of blood that have flowed through the streets since your own intervention.

Then it ignites.

A more familiar torrent of flame replaces the almost uncanny straight line that sent the horde of monsters flying across the town, cooking the beasts and birthing a raging inferno that starts to eagerly settle into the ruins of the battle worn town.

The world is Purple, the world burns in sunfire.

Your fire.

It burns.

Mido burns. The wounds it inflicted on you cauterizing alongside the rapidly collpasing storefrons and residences. The dull anchor in your stomach lightening as the horrid things Darna unleashed are reduced to nothing but gibbering mad piles of ash and cooked meat.

This city will burn and when it is ashes, the lavender embers will glow bright. It will be a warning to The Gods themselves, The Seven Divine Generals, The Senator.

Those who take what you care for will burn.

You finally stop breathing and watch for what seems like forever. Lexington and Hona each place a hand on a shoulder each and attempt to steer you from your massacre, but you do not budge nor feel the contact... not yet. You're not ready to feel again yet.

> [DETERMINATION] Never again

> [FEAR] I'm out of control

> [GRATITUDE] Thank Minerva it's over

> [CRUSADER] It's a start

> Write-In

>>1980009

> [CRUSADER] It's a start

Fucking darnites

>>1980009
>> [FEAR] I'm out of control

Maybe let's not do that again.

>>1980009
> [CRUSADER] It's a start

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>>1980130
>>1980026
>>1980016

Looking upon the devestation of a once thriving town, you feel a sense of pride. Like you've done something worthwhile in striking one blow against a seemingly unstoppable force; "Well this is a start."

"Vat zis vas vas a tragedy." Hona says morosely, letting her legs dangle over the single rooftop not being consumed by the purple flame. Her pale skin reflects the fires galloping throughout the horizon as she stares into the distance with her single eye.

"The soldier didna deserve these monsters, nobody did." Lexington hands you a cigarette and lights for both of you. "Nobody deserved the hells this place brought out today."

"Luc didn't deserve to die." You drone. Sending a buzzsaw down the ground where a wandering monster emerged in a daze. Without any resistance the blade sinking into, through and out the creature.

"No. No he didnt." Lex agrees.

"Vhy are you blaming yourself?" Hona demands furiously, looking over her shoulder directly into your crimson eyes.

"Because it's my fault his dad's dead. So I trained him and looked after him. It's my fault he was here to be killed anyway."

"Well he woulda been comin' to academy to train under my escort anyway. But the whole Matt thing is on ye yeah." Lex sagey muses as he blows a small smoke ring.

"Luc vas a varrior-"

"HE WAS A CHILD!" You spit, grabbing the back of her collar, "HE WAS A CHILD WHO HAD NO RIGHT BEING NEAR ME!"

As you drag her up to be face to face with you, there's no fear or anything beyond a cold pity in Honamurei's eyes. "Ve tried our best." She simply says, jutting her chin upwards at you, "Vhat you forget; is zat ve made him happy for once in his life."

"People die Purps." Lexington says coldly, "Good ones. Bad ones. Young ones. Old ones." With a flourish he dismisses his spear into thin air. "The problem is when Meridas is guiding a sould - it don't matter who's important ta ya or not."

Honamurei hugs youwrapping her arms around you whilst you hold her in the air by the front of her uniform. Slender hands clutching you tight with uncanny strength. "I loved him too. But ve can't let zis destroy you."

Instead of meeting your lover's eyes, you look up at the daytime sky and the untimely full Moon hanging there. A huge white orb that is drinking in the last vetstiges of the magical darkness that it had spread throughout Mido. "I'm going to kill Darna, Lisbeth, I don't care how." You vow to her as you feel your chest starting to dampen.

"But first Darna, I'm going to butcher your champions. Then burn every single one of your Followers. All of them will pay for what horrid evil you've done." With a strage satisfaction you take your palm and rake it across your saw. Feeling blood well into your palm before evaporating into the air as if it were in a smelter.

Lexington lets out a low grumble behind you.

> Let's get moving

> Slow and steady, some of those things are still alive

> Hunt for survivors

> Write-In

>>1980256
> Hunt for survivors

>>1980256
>> Let's get moving

>>1980256
>> Hunt for survivors

>>1980256
>> Let's get moving

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>>1981573
>>1981105
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>>1980256
>> Let's get moving

>>1980256
>Hunt for survivors

>>1981847
>>1981846

...

God Damnit.

Going to roll for it in 10.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>1981847
>>1981846
>>1981573
>>1981105
>>1980404
>>1980277

1 = Hunt

2 = Get out of town

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>>1981847
>>1981846
>>1981573
>>1981105
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>>1980277

You jump down into the devestated town with Honamurei shadowing you. Lexington has elected to head South to the exit. He grumbled something about setting up the wagon, but soon enough it was lost in the shifting of rubble.

Everything fades in and out of focus as you traverse Mido, finding bodies half eaten and shredded from the jaws and claws of creatures not of this plane. That's just nearby; beneath burning piles of stone and wood you see the casualties of the battle, victims of gunshots and swords rather than alien monstrosity's or your own divine fire.

After you've spent two hours finding nothing but corpses, the first signs of life come from the street you reduced to glass. The midafternoon sun turning the floor into an emerald mirror that chimes and sings with your crossing.

A tower has collapsed here, trapping several underneath. There are signs of clawmarks on the glassy floor, indictaing the monsters tried to get to those moaning prisoners beneath the destruction. In fact judging by the presense of a couple of Kralka corpses, several of the wounded must have weaponry or magic to therr name.

The smoke from your cigarette starts to curl around your cheeks as you consider this problem,Honamurei's mask of concern breaks then, silently asking you what you should do.

> Call out to the survivors

> Both of you have the muscle to move this tower easily

> Try to identify them through the gaps.

> Write-In

>>1982010

> Both of you have the muscle to move this tower easily

>>1982010
>> Call out to the survivors

>>1982025
This

>>1982010
>> Both of you have the muscle to move this tower easily

>>1982063
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>>1982025

Writing after dinner.

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>>1982063
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>>1982025

"Together." you instruct, not even batting ana eye as your five foot three partner grows six inches and develops a gargantuan muscle structure in a heartbeat's span. You simply spread out to both ends of the tower at opposing corners; Both of you bending legs and gripping the rubble so hard yur fingertips all sink into the partially melted structure.

"VUN! TWO! THREE!" Hona roars, all mirth and chirp from her beautiful voice replaced by vocal chords designed to speak Giant.

On command you both lift, feeling your back and arms strain slightly as your strength combines to raise the tower as high as possible. Keeping your posture as stable as possible you tilt your head to peer under the wreckage.

Opposite you Hona stands on tiptoes with arms stretched to maximum, the quite honesty ridiculous image of her eye scrunched shut in focus whilst only her palms touch the stonework is painted into your mind forever.

But your gaze is then torn to the guns pointed toward your position by the bloodied and broken survivors below. Cadalonians hold injured Munisians in their arms. A harpy is swaying on her feet and trying to issue commands to imperial troops despite the missing ear and broken wings.

Rescue teams of both sides are trying to dig through the mountains of loose stone and wood that are pinned on top of warriors letting out eerily quiet and distant sounding cries of agony.

The closest warrior seems familiar. An officer you may have encountered at some point before...that's the most you can offer him; nothing else coming to mind than vague familiarity as you see the man's frantically bandaged face and missing arm from the elbow.

His remaining arm holds an officer's pistol in your general direction; his aim swaying with every breath as his body fails him. The man's eyes dare you to come, promising not to sell himself cheaply.

> Stand down Soldier. Everyone; Evacuate

> Imperials, get your wounded and get out.

> I'm here to finish off the enemy. Leave.

> Write-In

>>1982229
> I'm here to finish off the enemy. Leave.

>>1982229
>> Stand down Soldier. Everyone; Evacuate

>>1982229
>> Stand down Soldier. Everyone; Evacuate
I lost track of whos the enemy

>>1982229
>I'm here to finish off the enemy. Leave.

>>1982292
Darnites

>>1982306
ok

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>1982322
>>1982306
>>1982300
>>1982292
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>>1982240

> 1 Remov Darna Imperial Bgone

> 2 Everyone Gets One

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>>1982322
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>>1982240

"Soldier stand down and get everyone out." Inside you feel a stab of guilt and shame as if you're not doing what you should. But these men have given everything to survive the horrible outbreak of those bug things; perhaps they won't be so keen to worship the moon once more. "Even those cannibals. Move."

The harpy looks at you and begins conveying order to those closest to her, "Heinkel, get Wayne and Faye. They'll tie up the rebels and you will be in command of their guard." Despite glaring at you, the man complies, losing himself in the fourteen bodies moving to action.

Here, underneath the rubble you see the Cadlonian warriors, gunners and the one surviving sorceror all submit easily enough. Not a single blow is exchanged nor voice raied as you and Honamurei hold the wreckage aloft.

The haryp approaches you from behind and stands there, watching her people take prisoners and excavate the wounded; as well as the corpses.

"I don't know who you are. But thank you." She says, you think if she could lift her wings that would be accompanied by a salute, "Those rebels would have taken over without you cutting through their backlines."

> [CRUELTY] I just want to kill the cannibals.

> [PRIDE] We all did good work.

> [WORRY] Are your men going to be okay waiting on reinforcements?

> Write-In

>>1982411
>> [CRUELTY] I just want to kill the cannibals.

>>1982411

> [CRUELTY] I just want to kill the cannibals.

>>1982411
> [CRUELTY] I just want to kill the cannibals.

>>1982411
> [WORRY] Are your men going to be okay waiting on reinforcements?

Spitting in the wind.

>>1982411
> [CRUELTY] I just want to kill the cannibals

Reminder: I'm starting work in an hour.

So next post will be tomorrow hopefully. If not Friday.

>>1982507
Thats ok
I was getting worred that you droped this.
Also are we going to kill the moon dbz way or thr trigun way?

I'm super tired. Will try to get an update out before I see Reel Big Fish tomorrow.

Not sure I will, hope you guys...

Enjoyed doesn't seem the right word.

Appreciated Mido thus far.