In that moment of purity, where the walls came tumbling down you see sights that you shouldn’t. Your gaze is transported across the planes and towards the space in between, indistinct shapes, concepts and sensations all being left in your wake as something rockets you towards nothing.And in that nothingness a man is chained to the blackness that surrounds him. Each chain pierces the form through the wrists and calves before wrapping around the limbs. The right side of the form bathed in the glow of Minerva, though it clutches a red candle. The left side glows with Octavius’ fire and fury while clutching an orange lantern.Though it is perfectly smooth and genderless, you know the figure to be masculine. He is trapped, trapped between two Gods with no mouth to speak or eyes to see. Caught between two brilliant lights in the darkest void, alone and seeing nothing but black.And then colour returns, allowing your party to advance. The cabin that was your disguised home partially collapsed under the magical onslaught that has left the caravansary a smoking wasteland of glass, fire and cooked corpses. The goblinoid and inquisition remains that were not totally obliterated lie scattered throughout, punctuating the gruesome picture of war before you. None are intact, none are anything but black smoking husks.Inquisitor Tarth silently draws her blade, moving with speed and caution as she makes gestures of command that Chiron and Zar Tan follow her closely; leaving Honamurei and Jul Dyn to take up positions on the flanks. No sound reaches you, so you are mostly able to follow your own path. And follow that path you do, heading directly for the storehouse in an attempt to end this mess before anyone else has to die. Your steps take you beyond the rest of the party, across the previous battle lines and toward the ramshackled remains of your home.
>>2964112Wood planks are splintered, smoking and charred all over. The spaces where acid has been splattered continue to be eaten away while you approach and eye the numerous holes that the goblins tore in the only place you’ve ever truly belonged. Deep down you know you should be furious and swearing vengeance on the monsters who’ve done this to you, but instead your focus is on walking through the newly torn storehouse entrance.The high shelving units have remained remarkably intact, but the air itself seems tainted with the passing of the goblinoid horde. Each wall has been carved apart by uncountable talons and any crate vial or chest that was not intensely warded lies destroyed all across the room. As you walk through the wreckage, a spectrum of coloured smoke tickles your lungs and brings your cheeks to red. The burning of whatever herbs had been stored over to the leftof the giant warehouse continue making it difficult to keep yourself focused on anything but memories of intimate times.Until you come to the portal which had summoned the goblins, the bleeding tear in reality causing your saw to transform into a pair of buzzing shields as a head completely fills the room from ceiling to floor. Sixteen eyes that boil over with mad hatred of all things take in your entrance with fury and the monster’s mouth opens. Four mandibles bolt at you like charging horses and the huge blades actually force you into a retreat, one of the wards on the collosal shelves saving you from a gruesome end as you shelter behind it. The huge monster screams at you; the sound overwhelming your partial deafness and blowing the roof of the cabin clean from it’s structure. A peek over your cover reveals that unfortunately, the creature is tearing at the portal; dragging itself literally screaming into this world as a portent of untold pain and rage. While you hope that your allies are not so stupid to ignore the literal explosion of cabin’s roof, you also are unsure what to actually do.> [PRIDE] Step out and try to distract the creature before it emerges.> [FEAR] Regroup with the others outside, this thing is huge> [CURIOSITY] Try and loot something from the stores to help.> [ANGER] Attack.
Welcome back to Starborn Quest, where everything's going to shit.You arrived at the Academy intent on remaining only so long as they would take to heal Honamurei's eye. Instead you've managed to get into a fight with someone from your past, die at the hands of your lover, suffer through recruitment attempts by the head of the rebellion and the commander of the Munisian Armed forces, all of that before you discovered a crisis in progess; Some kind of portal device utilized by your boss Professor Vernon Lexington had gone haywrie or been sabotaged. Allowing a full goblin hive access to Academy City.Now, those in the city have either rallied to it's defence or been evacuated at the behest of the Minervan Inquisition Garrison. The crisis has resulted in two archmages and a second year student wizard giving the hive's location their best attempt at nuking it from orbit. Now, you and the nearest badasses have been sent in to clear up whatever is left and secure the area. Only then will anyone be able to investigate this mess.Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=PurpsTwitter: https://twitter.com/StarbornQPurps' Character Sheet: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1csg7vC-Yz10aAqk9ZwdCNv24obLGTtM5p6bKkPq1Pgc/edit#heading=h.gbeixvmpnf37
>>2964114>> [FEAR] Regroup with the others outside, this thing is huge
>>2964114>[PRIDE] Step out and try to distract the creature before it emerges.
>>2964307>>2964224A tie as usual. It's good to be back.
>>2964159I'll change from >>2964307 to FEAR. Was waffling between them anyway.
For a moment you consider diving at the thing and slashing away in order to take it’s attention away from crawling it’s way out of the portal, but the size and the speed of the creatures attack leads to some hesitation. Your powers are still fluctuating to some degree and without Minerva’s voice in your head it’s hard to know if you’d be able to access Divine Zen or even Minerva's flame, so for once you do not throw yourself into the jaws of death. Instead, you bolt. Heading back towards the entrance to the storehouse and placing two fingers in your mouth to whistle your comrades.By the time you’ve even got your fingers to your mouth, you are almost barrelled over by Honamurei and Tarth, the blonde duo having been the first to rush in at the risk of danger to you. Both of them look behind you with concern, barely giving you the time to get a word in as they interrogate them;“Vhat is it-”“Report!”They both speak over each other, you hold up hands for silence, “Some kind of huge monster is coming through the portal. We need to-” The sounds of the cabin’s very foundations creaking and straining under the monster’s intense weight lends some gravitas to your words, “Well, we better prepare for it’s arrival. We’ll need to fight it out here because I can’t get to the portal device with it inside that room.”“Alright, we’ll make a stand here.” Inquisitor Tarth has her thumbs through her sword belt, “Purps. I want you and Chiron to capitalise on the openings I’ll create. Jul will be backing up anyone who needs, whilst we fight Lisbeth here will snatch the orb from the pedestal.”Both you and Hona bristle at Inquisitor Tarth daring to use her birth name so casually, a fact that the commander brushes off as she flags down the rest of your entourage to discuss the plan. Instead of heading over to Lisbeth to discuss the plan, wish each other luck or have any friendly words you return your focus to the house - just in time to witness the whole building being launched up to the sky as if fired from a trebuchet; a huge silvery and yellow scaled figure blocking out the twin suns. As it stands towering over the surrounding buildings, it dwarfs them two or threefold, a dozen sharp bladed limbs digging it’s immense weight forward while more tendrils and acid spewing hoselimb than you can care to count wriggle and writhe with abhorrent will. This incredible beast of the depths rises into the late afternoon light with a birthing cry, forcing all within miles to bear witness to it’s arrival.
>>2964663Nothing more can enter your mind than the creature’s grotesque presence, leaving the cabin itself to begin a graceless arc back down to the ground almost unwitnessed.All of you are momentarily stunned by the arrival of the screeching and terrible Goblin Matriarch, standing together in the face of a malformed and twisted mass of flesh, chitin and bladed appendages that feels like something from a far away plane. With a single cry of battle, you move.> [DETERMINATION] Someone needs to destroy the cabin before that huge projectile lands> [PRIDE] Use the Cabin as a launching pad to strike right at the monster’s face.> [ZEN] Stick to the plan. Jul will handle the cabin. Tarth will make you an opening.> [ANGER] All out assault on the goblin Matriarch.> Write-In
>>2964671>>[EXCITEMENT] Do tons of hit and runs on the thing, never staying still for a second while attacking it.
>>2964671>> [ZEN] Stick to the plan. Jul will handle the cabin. Tarth will make you an opening.No plan survives contact with the enemy, but we can at least see how it breaks down first.
>>2964706>>2964671Switching to > [ZEN] Stick to the plan. Jul will handle the cabin. Tarth will make you an opening.to break the tie
>>2964804>>2964714>>29647061d20 best of 3 guys.
Rolled 20 (1d20)>>2964947
Rolled 2 (1d20)>>2964947Hm.
Rolled 6 (1d20)>>2964947oneAlso we should have booped it's snoot.
>>2965099>>2964959>>2964953Okay, called it.Writing in a sec.
>>2965099>>2964959>>2964953As the monster roots everyone to the spot with it’s mere presence, you’re not panicking. Not at all, it seems like the world crystallized into place with the impending battle, that fire in your belly sparks into life once more and you adopt a combat stance.You inhale.And this single inhalation is all it takes for your power to come racing back into your limbs. With everyone around you hesitating you take control of the situation, “Stick to Lady Inquisitor’s plan!” Everyone is now caught in the shadow of the falling cabin as weapons are suddenly drawn, “Jul; the Cabin! Tarth, Attack! Chiron; with me!”As you let the breath go, everyone heads to their assignment with gusto. Except for Honamurei who requires a physical push from you as you and your crimson haired teacher begin dashing to the left She gives you a last look of guarded concern before dashing off at her top speed, following behind and quickly overtaking Inquisitor Tarth. Like a well oiled machine your team operates quickly and with precision. The redheaded Cadalonian leaping into the air with strength she had yet to demonstrate, once there she sheathes her weapons. Her form looks tiny as it sails toward the falling building, pulling back for a punch you are ninety percent sure she will not be able to deliver on. The entirety of the time you watch it seems like only pain and doom await her.And then she grabs her right bicep, the veins and blood vessel glowing an unsettling blend of silver and pink as the musculature all around her body warps and malforms to an almost mutagenic degree. Before your eyes the second year’s right side has swollen and grown to a size beyond her original height and seemingly with the power to match. Jul Din strikes hard enough to leave a wind trail behind her and to destroy the cabin entirely. Like a lance of magic, a shockwave pierces the centre of the building before strewing rubble across the city with an explosive impact.Jul cries out once her blow lands. From here you cannot tell whether she was struck by flying rubble or simply blowback from whatever technique she just employed. While the shockwave seems to cause the girl to lose control of her flight path you have to focus on your part of the plan. Which is taking advantage of whatever opening the Inquisitor provides.And boy does she provide.
>>2965757Wielding her sword in two hands she seems to be daring the monster to give her hell, simply taking in the onslaught of bladed limbs with almost boredom. As a hooked claw comes for her face she brings her blade to meet it, diverting the blow into the ground. Without breaking stride she hops upon it in order for more leverage against the tentacle that tries to snatch at her wrist. Mid leap she slashes through a pair of of those strange acid hose limbs that the warriors boasted.Tarth’s style is not flashy, tinged with magic or even displaying any outright overwhelming power, but the technique on display is awe inspiring. No movement is inefficient, every strike and parry is performed with the swiftness and precision of a true expert in swordplay. It seems as if the monster and her could stalemate each other all day should she wish. “MINERVA!” Tarth shouts, her blade suddenly bursts into a column of orange fire at the shout and you know a signal when you see one.Without hesitation you and Chiron both rush forward and charge at Tarth and the Goblin Matriarch, witnessing the monster being beset by colossal flaming blades several stories tall. Each one of the blades were fired like a cannon from the tip of her own sword and sunk deep into the flesh of the Matriarch, like Minerva’s own fury were being turned upon it.As you and Chiron raced in and overtook the inquisitor, you were left with one question; how best to capitalise on this?[Due to Crit this will have no DC]> [DETERMINATION] Use the swords as stepping tones and polesaw this goblin it it’s face> [PRIDE] Surge ahead of Chiron and activate Minerva;s fire to give your blows more kick> [CRUELTY] Work on damaging as much fo the creature's legs as possible.> [FEAR] Use your shields to launch Chiron up as high as possible, let her give this thing her best shot!> Write-In
>>2965765> [PRIDE] Surge ahead of Chiron and activate Minerva;s fire to give your blows more kick
I also haven't got a boss theme for this battle sadly.
>>2965765>[DETERMINATION] Use the swords as stepping tones and polesaw this goblin it it’s faceYes!
>>2966053>>2965917>>2965783I'm back. Looks like we're Proud.
>>2966053>>2965917>>2965783With a long, lingering roar you burst into purple flame, leaving a trail of brilliant violet light that marks your flight toward the creature for any and all onlookers across the city. With a grunt of exertion your slam the blunt of your saw at one of Tarth’s glowing swords, a shimmering purple star colliding with the flaming blade of a Goddess and piercing deep into the monstrous foe towering over you.For your efforts, you notice the Goblin’s whole posture and stance shift backwards as the pain throws it off balance and into a screaming rage. Either through instinct or a desire for revenge a bushel of hose limbs come for your face, the orange caustic goo already racing down them to douse you in the deadly spray. That is until Warlord Chiron spins mid flight, whirling through the air and cutting the collection of limbs off at whatever mockery of joints the prehensile limbs possess. Her hair is a wild flurry of scarlet as a pair of matching white blades work in a blur. Without missing a beat she drops a sword into seeming nonexistence and reaches a hand out for your grasp. As soon as it is taken you feel yourself launched further upwards; thrown with the momentum of her insane rotations at the monster’s face. Seeing your continued assault, the creature opens it twisted maw and those familiar four bladed mandibles lunge to your location in a fraction of a second, forcing your to bring up your saw in an impromptu parry. As sparks flew behind your fiery trial they only added fuel to your fire, leaving a wide black trail of burned monster bone behind your path. Slamming your feet onto the blunted side of the next oncoming mandible you sprint for a half dozen steps and jump ever higher - above the monster and in perfect position for the next round of combat.> [PRIDE] Fire Breath> [LUST] On the pull right into one of those sixteen eyes.> [FEAR] Shield up and endure whatever revenge the creature is about to dish out> [CURIOSITY] Slingshot yourself down the monster’s back.> Write-In
>>2968641>> [PRIDE] Fire Breath18 or above come on!
>>2968641>> [CURIOSITY] Slingshot yourself down the monster’s back.Hoping for a flanking position for critical damage.
>>2969049>[CURIOSITY] Slingshot yourself down the monster’s back.
>>2968641>>2969299Linked to the wrong one.
>>2969302>>2969299>>2969049>>2968701Curiosity it is. Gimme 1d20+1
Rolled 2 + 1 (1d20 + 1)>>2972162
Rolled 10 + 1 (1d20 + 1)>>2972162
>>2972610Phew, probably not dead.
Star said shit's called, so no more rolling.
Rolled 57 (1d100)>>2972643'kay
Rolled 3 (1d6)>>2972651>>2972643>>2972633>>2972610>>2972446>>2972294Nevermind me.
>>2972651>>2972643>>2972633>>2972610>>2972446>>2972294Throwing your now twinned blades to either side with unerring accuracy; you wedge them into spiked outcroppings of chitin that lie folded over the joints of what you would consider the two primary limbs of the monster. The wire twirls around the spikes, once twice and thrice before securing to your makeshift anchor with the vague sensation of stability. As you float to the maximum length of your improvised slingshot; the goblin brings hundreds of smaller hose limbs to bear and starts spraying caustic acid indiscriminately. There’s cries of alarm down below and you briefly glimpse Chiron covering her entire body in some dull grey tower shield that would protect the entirety of even your lanky body. Several of the artillery like streams of acid begin streaking down from the sky around you as you launch forward like a missile towards the monster’s face.Unfortunately, you are given little warning when your flight is thrown off course. The creature’s spikes have almost totally receded and the air has been thrown asunder; sending you reeling like a rag doll onto the hard scaled and chitinous back. It is an unpleasant descent and worse landing, as with no control of your body you bounce and graze all along the uneven rough surface; with friction, scales, spikes and burns all taking their toll on your body despite the protection of your armour.From your many rotations, you are witness to something monumental. From where your saws had anchored has sprung a pair of long membranous asses of skin. Almost transparent, the long leathery strips look almost fragile in comparison to the rest of the monster. Everything about this creature is spikes, armour, rough and hard skin completely built for-You land back first on something surprisingly soft, almost bouncing upon the landing. As you blink in shock, both at the appearance of the goblin matriarch’s wings and the fact you didn’t break a rib or take anything but superficial damage from your crash. And the fact there’s something glowing beneath you and your curiosity means before any time passes, you’re already pulling yourself to your feet with little difficulty.It’s some kind of large fleshy organ, glowing with bioluminescence. In fact, organ doesn’t seem to be the word; more like an…With a feeling of dread you realise what exactly you’re standing on; not only can the goblin matriarch possibly fly; it’s a walking hive. You’ve managed to crash land on an egg sac that would stand taller than most town’s walls. > [FEAR] Regroup with the others and explain exactly what you’ve seen> [PRIDE] Cut open a hole and dragonbreath into the egg sac> [CRUELTY] Run up the creature’s back and clip it’s wings using Chink in the Chain> [DETERMINATION] Try to brute force Divine Zen. You need more fire power.> Write-In
>>2974624>> [DETERMINATION] Try to brute force Divine Zen. You need more fire power.
>>2974624>CRUELTY] Run up the creature’s back and clip it’s wings using Chink in the ChainWe need to reduce its mobility. I imagine there is a high DC for divine zen at the moment so don't want to risk wasting a roll just when the fight is heating up.>assesTehe
>>2974624> [CRUELTY] Run up the creature’s back and clip it’s wings using Chink in the Chain
>>2975594>>2975099>>29746751d20+1 Best of three Mentlegen
Rolled 8 + 1 (1d20 + 1)>>2976905
Rolled 20 + 1 (1d20 + 1)>>2976905Check these starborn dice
Rolled 12 + 1 (1d20 + 1)>>2976905
>>2976917They have been cheacked
>>2976931>>2976928>>2976917>>2976907While caught flat footed, you watch as some kind of blood seems to filter through the wings. Instead of the sickening yellowish gunk that most goblins had running through their veins, the wings have an electric blue pulse running through them that intensifies before your eyes as the beast prepares to take to the air.That won’t be happening today. With no more hesitating you hop onto the nearest spike from your perch on the goblin’s egg sac, landing into a sprinter’s stance and running up the back of the goblin matriarch as easily as you would through a grassy field. Like it was waiting on this, natural blades and claws come springing towards you from above, behind, either side and all over. Fractions of a second are all you have to plot your route upwards, using your enigma to make gravity your bitch and to wield your wickedly roaring claws to devastating effect. Like a hunting cat you duck the very first of the Matriarch’s many attacks and forge ahead on all fours, dropping your shoulder to sidestep the next and twirl around a whole bushel of hose-limbs. Both of your arms uncross and cleanly eradicate every one of the two dozen armoured limbs before you in a clean X cut. In that segment of time blue blood, silver chitin and orange flesh all rain downwards, passing around you as one thick sludge while you kneel ninety degrees from the ground on the back of the most unsettling monstrosity you have faced yet. In that moment of vulnerability you feel the monster’s weight shift and the air part as someone strikes an earth rending blow into the creature;s jaw. It is followed up by three more blows that reverberate all through the armoured goblin and shake it’s chitin around your feet. The onslaught continues for five, six, seven more strikes before the wings above you fold inwards and cast four metre long spikes of acid coated chitin over the battlefield before it. Your vision is blocked by the creature’s girth but the temperature seems to be intensifying suggesting Tarth is at least still in the fight.Battlefield analysis complete, you charge. Taking advantage of the creature's distraction and vaulting over what you would assume to be armour segmentation and plunge both your claws into the join between back and wing. The thin membranous skin parting as easily as you would cut thin cloth; though much messier.
>>2979532Your descent is marked by cries so loud that your ears start to lightly bleed; the wild writhing and wriggling of a creature as strong and large as the Goblin Matriarch turning what little of the buildings surrounding Lucky’ Carvanassery into nothing but matchsticks and pebbles. It throws itself into the surroundings and ground like a toddler throwing a tantrum in it’s vain attempts to dislodge you or your claws. But such a reaction is justified, as floods of blue pour all over the battlefield and drench yourself in the muscles, skin and blood of a goblin matriarch. As the satisfaction of causing pain washes over you, a laugh escapes your throat. It is a joyful laugh, a high pitched, wicked and evil sound that is drowned out by the pains of the monster. As you tear yourself free, the Goblin matriarch lashes out with the shredded remains of it’s wing in vengeful spite. The body part flies clean off as it strikes you, but it strikes hard enough that your landing is knocked completely off kilter. Moreso it is hard enough for disorientation and confusion when stacking with the damage your ears have already endured. From that strike, you’ve begun to plummet towards the earth. At least while you fall Minerva’s lantern marks you as an incredibly visible and beautiful comet careening wildly to the ground.[No DC]> You hear voices in your mind> You activate Divine Zen> Someone rescues you from the impact> You endure it> Write-In
>>2979536>You hear voices in your mindI hope this isn't the dealer being disappointed in us for dying again but I'm too curious.
>>2979536>> Someone rescues you from the impact
>>2979536> You hear voices in your mind
>>2979652>>2979553>>2979547Your rising panic from both the disorientation and rapidly encroaching ground seems to swell and multiply tenfold as incomprehensible words begins echoing through your mind. Feelings of confusion, fear, terror are all flooding your mind with a quagmire of conflicting and distracting thoughts. Thousands of eyes and minds intermingle with yours, reflecting on your differences and the fact that you are not with them; they enquire and probe your mind for explanation and find none. So they scream and cry like children begging for attention and tear at you from the inside.Their cries turn to those of alarm once you feel something impact your head and begin coughing. Somehow a cloud of dust has engulfed you, something having kicked up a storm of dirt that now sticks to your blood soaked armour and skin all over like some kind of animal’s markings. The feeling of all those minds inside your fades as you begin retching up a combination of the matriarch’s blue goblin blood and regular vomit. The pendant on your choker begins to burn redhot for a second, causing you to take a sequence of rather quick and sharp breaths. Demense Expanded Were you just possessed by something, brainwashing via magic like what happened with Me-Gan? No, no this was something else something entirely different. That was no one way connection something achieved a mental symbiosis with you in a way. Standing up your eyes are drawn to the streaks of electric blue that run through the vomit. If you ingested the goblin matriarch’s blood maybe it had hallucinogenic effects?Or something much worse.> [FEAR] Talk to one of the goblin “experts” Hona or Tarth will know what’s going on> [DETERMINATION] Charge out of the dust cloud and go after that Egg Sac.> [PRIDE] Use this respite to launch a full power Firebreath at the huge shadow you can see through the cloud> [CURIOSITY] Try to get the voices to speak again> Write-In
>>2985435>> [FEAR] Talk to one of the goblin “experts” Hona or Tarth will know what’s going on
>>2985435> [CURIOSITY] Try to get the voices to speak again
>>2985435>[DETERMINATION] Charge out of the dust cloud and go after that Egg SacFuck, our home is destroyed. There is a monster threatening Hona, introspection can wait.Also we are some kind of dragon angel demon thing and we still didn't manage to stick the landing. Maybe we could make our buzzsaws into hover disks.
>>2985823> Hover discs buzzsawheavy sweating
>>2985435> [DETERMINATION] Charge out of the dust cloud and go after that Egg Sac.
>>2986129Ima changing to this one
>>2986137>>2986129>>2985672>>2985463>>2985441God damn it, we're tied.
Maybe suggest some themes for Purps if you're here but already voted? Idk. We need a tiebreaker, but im willing to wait rather than roll. I'm not up early tomorrow for once.Current Themes:Main Theme - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eOGkZsuFILUPurps Deperation Theme - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O4irXQhgMqgHona Theme - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YPaz0p2dpEk
>>2989936Maybe Taste The Blood for Cruelty form?
>>2989942https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9v-9BBiC0VUCruelty Form now has a theme.Patrician taste Anon.
Rolled 4 (1d6)>>2989944>>2986137>>2986129>>2985672>>2985463>>2985441Called. Rollan for things.
>>2989945No problem. For Lust form I think maybe Give Me All Your Love from TWEWY would work well.
>>2989944>>2986137>>2986129>>2985672>>2985463>>2985441As your disturbing suspicions begin to worm their way into your heart you dash from your comfy crater in search for one of the two goblin “experts” in your party. What you witness of the battle is not encouraging however, Inquisitor Tarth and Honamurei are battling back to back, the monster looming over them and bringing it’s quartet of imposing mouth weaponry to bear on them, even as they are beset by the myriad of tentacles, tendrils, scything claws and acid spraying hose limbs. The duo are a white and black blur respectively, the longsword and shortsword doing what they can to keep the tide at bay with steel, skill and stubborn determination.But there are limits to that of even prodigious swordswomen like them. Acid has eaten away at the skin on Honamurei’s offhand even through the protective glove of her old guard uniform and Tarth’s grand inquisitor armour is starting to accrue a worrying collection of wounds that stain the pure white of her clothing and even plate armor. And that is only what you see with a second of observation, as you close the distance you know deep down that there are far worse wounds beneath Inquisitor Tarth’s armour.Skidding to a stop in front of her, your buzz shields slam together and present an unyielding wall for the Goblin Matriarch’s latest assault. Four solid impacts ring against the shield and drown out the ever roaring engine of your weapon as sparks fly from each point of impact. The four ragged madibles’ impact sends the ground beneath your feet cracking and crumbling and the two blondes you aim to protect off the ground and into the air from the mere shockwaves.The chance to inform them of the imminent danger as lost as your legs lock and push against the mass and momentum of a being forty or more times your size. You are mighty and you are stubborn, but an icy spike of terror begins to take root in your heart as the mandible begin retreating into the mouth and striking out once more. Taking the respite to reclaim poise you ram the flat of your shield against it once more, to even greater environmental destruction. The shockwave this time strong enough that the rubble of the cabin and other destroyed building are launched like bolts from a ballista.Honamurei and Tarth are speaking in shouts that are robbed from your ears, as for the third time you hold your ground against the four irresistible forces that test your shield. This time the monster forces your right leg back to brace against it, your shoulders and arms beginning to burn from fatigue and strain. By the time it’d reared back to renew it’s efforts for a fourth assault, you hear a pair of screams. One of Agony and one of Fury.
>>2990068A woman in glowing white armour with arm length gauntlets so dark that they seem to drink the light from the world jumps onto you back and over your shield with pace that would rival your own at full power, this warrior launches from your back up into what would pass for the goblin’s abdomen with such force that the thing topples like a freshcut tree.So surprised is the creature by the sudden strike that it cannot even scream or cry in alarm, leaving you to slowly piece together that your respite is hard won by the Darnite Champion Maria in some bizarre new transformation. But before that notion can be processed you glance over your shoulder to see the end of a scything limb skewering Inquisitor Tarth. Apparently Honamurei was a fraction too slow in cutting it from the supporting tissue, your ex-lover cradling a deep wound in her offhand wrist. In her one eye you can see guilt and a dark gloomy rage. But this is not the time to ascertain where she has directed that rage, whether toward her self or toward the goblin. Now she needs you to guide her from the prison of uncertainty and panic she has unknowingly locked herself within. With Tarth and Chiron down and Jul retreated. All that remains of the party are you, Maria and Honamurei.> Lisbeth, get Tarth and Chiron to the healers!> Lisbeth, with me. Full power. It’s time to end this.> Write-In
>>2990071>> Lisbeth, with me. Full power. It’s time to end this.
Only Honamurei has made saves this boss fight. In fact she's rolled pretty Godly.Maria is still in the fight because her health pool is drankly ridiculous.
>>2990071> Lisbeth, with me. Full power. It’s time to end this.
>>2990071>Lisbeth, get Tarth and Chiron to the healers!She is real fast, we can keep tanking until she gets back. Bonus points if maria gets eaten.
>>2990167>>2990132>>2990086Giving it until 22:45 then writing.
>>2990167>>2990132>>2990086Writing. Got distracted rocking out.
Your voice is calm, yet hard. “Lisbeth! To me.” As she scrambles to her feet,your eyes narrow and stare down the monster that threatens to render Academy city uninhabitable for generations, “We’re ending this.” You say simply trusting her to understand your meaning.Maria lands to your left side, forced back and through the dirt in a long trench by the almost desperate swipe of the goblin. You step forward, flanked by both blonde warriors and begin to tap into the painstakingly won powers that have brought you to this point in your lives. The ground around you begins to shift and shake as a gale begins to whip and cascade across the clearing and sends the ragged remains of your borrowed clothing backward. The purple flames around your body flutter and bloom into a tower of purple flame that almost chars the hair off of Honamurei and Maria for a brief second before it begins to condense and compress around you until it’s a single purple line pathway between yourself and the heavens far above. For miles around the inquisition, students and all onlookers cover their eyes from it’s brilliance. And then it turns to gold, a great signal to the inquisition and faithful of Minerva that brought them to their knees in prayer and zealous reverent prayer. Once the huge beacon round you has turned to gold you breath in and bring your arms to your sides, summoning every ounce of the aura’s divine power inward in a simple gesture and causing another shockwave of sheer power that seems to bleed all the colour from the sky. Every cloud is blown away to reveal the shining brilliance of the orange sun, your patron Minerva’s light beating down on the surrounding area as a crimson blanket is draped out over the sky.The aura vanishes.Leaving everything so very crystal clear, as if time has frozen. The creature’s strange biology that has presented such an obstacle for strategy opens up like a book at your gaze; a mass of muscles and chitin offering up its weaknesses and strengths like an eager drunk's boasts.You are tranquil in the face of the rising beast.All three of you roar as one.You roar with the voice of a Goddess, divine energy infusing and overloading your body to a level it physically cannot handle. All traces of your human form are completely engulfed in golden light as a pair of two metre long transparent golden wings sprout from your back. As if to challenge the monster they flare wide and brilliantly on the battlefield, prepared to carry you into a glorious victory. As you stand ready to engage the golden light flows over the rest of your body like a warm tide of true power, every sense is being boosted beyond the peak of humanity and then multiplied beyond comprehension and every muscle of your body is reinforced and strengthened in an unsustainable display of awesome might.Your Divine Zen is a flood of intensity waiting to crash against a shore and there is nothing on this plane that can hope to defeat you now.[1/3]
>>2992679“Lisbeth, To me.”Without any hesitation Lisbeth Honamurei’s body strides forward to the right hand side of the woman she loves more than life itself, swallowing the guilt and shame of Tarth’s injury to focus on the here and now. More than most she knows what is at stake should they fail to stop this Goblin, “We’re ending this.” Her mate orders. The words have a certain finality that forces Lisbeth to ignore the acid that continues to eat away at her bicep in a struggle against her regeneration. It forces her to ignore the distrust she has for the cannibal priestess that they are going to battle alongside and it forces her to ignore the raw hurt that has ached in her stomach since finding out what Purps lost for her. Like rolling drums being stricken beneath a thunderous sky, her heritage calls to her. Every muscle in her body begins to thrum with excitement and the missing orb itches in her skull while staring down the towering monster that is pulling itself onto it’s spindly legs. Her blood sings to her in a bassy chant that seems to be the song of her mother's’ entire lineage, demanding that she answer the call to battle and war; demanding that she proves herself a giant instead of a mere troll.Lisbeth Honamurei draws her sword with a rasp that is lost in the shockwave of Purps’ transformation, a decision reached and threshold passed internally without any pomp or ceremony. Like unleashing the hounds of Meridas Lisbeth gives into the cravings of her blood and instincts for the second time in this city.As if someone had pulled her up by her collar she gains and extra four inches of height, standing at five foot six and expanding outwards. The wound on her bicep closes under the rapidly increasing muscleture and the rest of her physique only swells and grows until the formelry tiny swordswoman has grown into an monstrous figure. Though boasting only average height her passing leaves small footsteps in the now exposed rock beneath her feet and the grip on her hilt is tight enough to leave impressions on the metal. With a build beyond what any human could hope to match, The troll readies herself.All three of the warriors roar as one, but her vocal chords have expanded and grown to fit the tongue of her true race. Her roar is one of ancient power and fury, the roar of a giantess riding to Feran’s last march![2/3]
>>2992715“Lisbeth to me.” Purps commands her little toy while Maria is forced to eat the dirt. With sheer grit and stubbornness she rams both of her black gauntlets into the ground to the elbow to finally arrest the momentum of her great tear in the earth and get back into a combat stance only a short distance behind her two temporary comrades. At the sheer disbelief that she was actually being damaged and beaten back she has to catch herself from stumbling while marching back to the battle, so lost in her self assessment that she does not hear the second part of her hated foe’s orders.She’s afraid, afraid to fail Mother Darna. Afraid she won’t live to take revenge for the harrowing manner in which the traitorous’ sun’s champion murdered her only friend. Afraid that she isn’t good enough. The voice of her beloved saviour whispered into her ear so softly that all the self doubt in the world would not be able to touch her in that embrace. “Do not fret, child. Your fists are strong, the armour is stronger and by your side stands my Mother’s champion and her troll. The prophecy has yet been unfufilled - your time is not yet come. With renewed confidence Maria stepped up beside the pillar of gold that had pierced the sky, throwing a glare at the arrival of Minerva herself in the sky. As always though Darna answered her call, appearing as if from nowhere behind her in the sky to show the world just exactly who the true power in this realm was. No matter how flashy she wanted to be there was no way she could outdo the Lady of Night, Saviour of Mortals, Dark Protector and Warden of the mighty. [3/4]
>>2992792Slamming her fists together Maria cried out in the old tongue, “DARNA, HALF STYLE!” And the glowing armour around her hardened and almost tripled in weight. Her bones and muscles screamed and ached but despite her youth, she knew that there would be none who could bear this mantle except her. She was born for it, molded for it, raised for it, trained for it, destined for it. As half of Darna’s true form wrapped itself around her chest, legs and head she felt more in tune with her lady than ever before. Short flashes of millenia gone by flickered in her sight behind the closed visor of her new moonstone helmet, the many mighty humans, orcs, sea shanta; a huge legion of warriors whose might is simply added to hers in a huge pool of experience and skill begging for outlet. Like a mighty river stoppered by a dam, their wisdom and strength swirls and storms in your mind as you experience centuries of feasting on the respected elders and true warriors of Darna. You rise; taking your position with renewed purpose, renewed respect, renewed faith and renewed focus on the here and now.A single final memory, one of betrayal. A pantheon standing bravely against invaders, a kingdom that is poised on the brink of becoming an all encompassing empire batters down the Gods’ and Goddesses’ gates, until betrayal.When their archpriest needed them, when he stood against the all powerful megalomaniac and called upon every ounce of the pantheon’s divine powers; The Mother, The Uncle, The Friends, The Steward and even the Silent Grandfather all turned their backs upon him. Except Darna, your lady stood by the archpriest as he fought bravely and futilely.She shows you the moment they cast her out, you feel the loneliness and fury of a kind no mortal can truly muster. You feel the wrath of a Goddess in your every being while you stand ready, [THE FIST OF DARNA] poised to deliver death beneath a crimson sky.With one voice you all roar.You roar with the wrath of Darna.[4/4]
>>2992798https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kVIGju-rShoYour roars propel you forward toward the goblin as it screeches in either defiance or fear. The sensations of emotion falling behind you as your trio become nothing but streaks shooting off to the monster.The wings of your form flap once in a vain effort to keep up with [THE NIMBLE SONGBIRD], allowing you to outstrip [THE FIST OF DARNA] in that moment, deep down you know that no matter how many lives you have lead or will lead, this is what you will live for.> What will your team do? Write-Ins only.
>>2992715>>2992679The Art of Hona and Purps I just used were drawn by nooken! Great artist and would reccomend to anyone.
>>2992810> What will your team do? Write-Ins only.>Hona will destroy the eggsacks>Maria will distract the queen with a frontal assault.>We'll go in for the kill.
Shill stuff:Tw: @StarbornQDiscord Invite: https://discord.gg/N2EmEtPLewd/Extra Content Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/u/StarbornOPStarborn Thread 0: https://yuki.la/qst/486356Starborn Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=PurpsCharacter sheet for anyone who wants to strategerise: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1csg7vC-Yz10aAqk9ZwdCNv24obLGTtM5p6bKkPq1Pgc/edit#heading=h.gbeixvmpnf377
>>2992810>>2992828Yea for Hona and squishing egss but since we are the most battle ready of the bunch right now I think we should keep its attention and let Maria punch it in peace.
>>2992945I would say they keep it districted and we burn the eggs since we are fire.Break legs and wepons as well
>>2993187I supposed they are both buffed and if we tell Hona to prioritize dodging (and she listens) she can probably keep safe.
>>2993224>>2993187>>29929451d20+3 best of 3.
Rolled 17 + 3 (1d20 + 3)>>2993528
Rolled 9 + 3 (1d20 + 3)>>2993532
Rolled 11 + 3 (1d20 + 3)>>2993528Boop.
Rolled 9 + 3 (1d20 + 3)>>2993528
>>2994510>>2993895>>2993756>>2993532Called with a non crit 20.
>>2994510>>2993895>>2993756>>2993532With instinctive understanding and uncanny coordination the three of you move in unison, dealing out body shattering blows and flesh rending strikes with every second of your combined assault. Honamurei rapidly outstrips Maria and yourself, dodging the downpour of bladed limbs that strike all around and just behind her in a breathtaking display of speed and agility. It seems as she simply flows around every one of the dozens of bladed manipulators that sink easily down into the rock. She makes a beeline for the egg sac, ignoring the craters that the goblin king has left in it’s fruitless attempts to squish her with the sheer size of it’s limbs. And as she passes from your sight, your last image of her is a blur of swordswomanship that severs a half dozen legs from the joins seemingly all at once. Blue blood flows like an indigo river as you flap your wings to take you above the unbalanced creature, reaching out a hand to Maria without any hesitation or second thought.Her left gauntlet takes your golden hand, the wings of Minerva carrying you faster and higher towards that Goblin’s face. In retaliation, the matriarch is forced to tap into her magical abilities. Armour plates begin to shake and vibrate with loud chittering and clattering, straining your enhanced sense as they begin generating crimson lightning that strikes out towards you with thundering THOOMS. Despite your glow flickering at the impact of the first magical attack; your aerial assault is unfazed by the desperate point defences of the colossal creature. Slotting your polesaw onto your back, the weapon nestles between your wings snugly. Both of your arms wrap around Maria into an intimate yet passionless embraces as your wings begin to beat faster and faster, reaching speeds that would rival Honamurei’s while you dodge the ever increasing barrages of magical lightning that are directed toward you. Though no more land, the magic forces you to fly past your intended target and make another pass, red dancing all around your roll as the combination of Minerva’s instincts and your own thread the needle between an almost unerring wall of magical offense. As you pull out of one particular vertigo inducing drive the magic ceases all at once with a horrible cry that threatens to render your concentration moot. Far below you and [THE FIST OF DARNA] Lisbeth has just finished what can be called gleeful familicide of the goblin’s young. Without missing a beat she pushed her body to limits of speed that only she on this plane is capable of, as the very air in her lungs and beating of her heart was unable to keep up with the frantic, brutal and precise brutality that her brain and muscles dished out on the Matriarch’s egg sac.
>>2996741From below she simply sprinted with her blade above her head, cleaving goblins in twain through the protective orange eggs and spilling the cloying fetid goop which was nourishing the half developed monsters across the ground in stinking rivers of vinegar. At the end of her run, the air exploded in a sonic boom. Unphased by her power, Hona simply flipped backwards over to the top of the sac, pulled back her sword to mark her spot and delivered a blinding flurry of over two thousand thrusts toward the walking hive. Warriors, Blue Goblins, Drones, the one eyed troll’s stabs claimed the lives of all of them. Not a single one was free from having it’s egg run through with her shortsword nor was she anything but clinical in her surgical extermination of tomorrow’s bug problem.The Matriarch’s egg sac is now nothing but a mass grave, in an instant your lover has managed to ensure that no matter how this battle may end that the war has been one. Now the monster’s cries are that of a mother’s grief and take on a whole new pitch as she discovers an unceasing desire for vengeance. But the moment of grief is all that you need to tuck your wings and let yourself plummet. With the wind whipping around your golden hair you dive towards the creature, bypassing the four mandibles springing from it’s jaw in a half hearted deterrent with a simple left tilt on your flight path. Once under the mandibles you let your wings flare out and send huge buffets of wind in all directions by bringing yourself to a dead stop instantly.Maria leaps from your arms at the creature without need to be told, both black metal fists ready to go about their deadly dark works. “Killer move, Serious flurry!” She cries in a voice that sounds nothing like the innocent and childish one you’ve come to expect. Like the pounding of a cavalry her fists fly in wide arcs, the blows coming faster than even your eye can follow and with enough velocity that she seems to hover just from their momentum as she takes the creature to task in the same way a training dummy is taken to task by an experienced warrior.Every single strike is one of terrible damage, so utterly are the armoured pallets bent and shattered by her strikes that they start falling off or impaling the monster through it’s own chest and organs. No blood is spilled, as the minute a wound is is received it is stretched open and the blue blood is obliterated utterly by the drumming shockwaves of the followup fifty strikes that leave gaping holes the size of wagons and carriages in their passing. Before your eyes the creature is beaten to a pulp, stripped entirely of it’s armour and left almost defenceless before the relentless and unstoppable force of Darna’s champion. Not a single blow is one that you think you could survive and there are so many and so content that you question your ability to dodge should she ever come at you like this.
>>2996743But eventually her arms give out as fatigue overwhelms her. After leaving the matriarch so devastated and wounded that it now slouches helpless, weaponless and with nowhere near the amount of blood in it’s body it needs to survive past the next hour. With her handiwork before you, Maria’s hovering ceasing as she begins to fall from the sky like a puppet whose strings have been cut; leaving you with a choice to make.> Catch Maria> Divine Firebreath the Matriarch > Polesaw Decapitate Matriarch> Minerva’s Lance Matriarch> Write-In Finisher
>>2996744> Minerva’s Lance Matriarch
>>2996744>> Write-In FinisherCatch Maria to giant swing her towards the Matriarch so she can do a blow, then do a follow up on her attack.
>>2996791Are ypu saying we shpuld beat a mother fucker woth a mother fucker?
>>2996825Projectile wise yes.
>>2996744>Minerva’s Lance Matriarch