85 HP

MAX HP

90 EN

MAX EN

"Sorry I'm late! Had a bunch of cultist blood in my boots, hell that thing is ugly!" Ozwin yelled as he ran forward trident in hand and his eyes glowing with a pale yellow of his hunting mode.

Hmm this thing didn't have much in the way of weak points he could really get at without... Well it didn't really matter he supposed. He ran up to the front lines and charged up electricity in his trident that made the poor piece of copper look longer and brighter momentarily before he jabbed forward and shot a bolt of electricity that was roughly in the shape of said weaponry. Well it was at least looking more solid than it used to... Wow ugly was rather sturdy wasn't he?

71 + 15= -86
236 / 1600
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85 HP

MAX HP

90 EN

MAX EN

Amane rushed in the temple, chanting a spell under her breath even before she passed under its arching doorway, the doors blown open from what must have been the assault team before her. Once again, like the Mycolossus, it seemed like she was late to this party as well. Raising a hand to shield her face somewhat ineffectively from the heatwaves that saturated the entire room, with her other hand the sorceress summoned a blinding ball of light within her palm, sending it hurtling towards the giant, flaming figure that took centerstage, a motley assortment of players hurling attacks at it from all sides. I guess I'd better make up for my absence. Better late than never, after all, she mused, taking a slight breather as her skills went on a cooldown of sorts from the spell.

Glancing across the room, it looked like they were doing pretty decent, damage-wise. The necromancer she had met in the tunnels under Dormont hit especially hard in particular, her necromancy chilling the area around her as her legions attacked. Even Roland and the other young rogue seemed to have joined the fray. With a wince, Amane guiltily noticed that everyone's health bar had taken quite a beating from the fierce heat that diffused from the demon-looking elemental. With the amount of damage that she tended to do with her attacks, on hindsight she should have probably prepared a group healing spell instead. "It's too late for that now." She sighed, using the sleeve of her kimono to wipe against her forehead in a futile attempt to remove the sweat, droplets of perspiration already stinging her eyes from the scant few minutes since she had arrived. She'll make her next spell a heal.

24 + 20 = -44
192 / 1600
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92 HP

MAX HP

90 EN

MAX EN

Astor knew that look well, @Ilusa Nakhalee was onto him. “Uhh, you know that’s not entirely important right now. We’ve got a freaking fiery boss trying to burn us alive you know. And besides, I don’t think it was THAT bad a deal,” Astor was sweating profusely as he dodged Ilusa’s inquisitive stare and line of questioning. He knew that had he told the other players, they would never have jump through the portal to come here. That was simply how it goes; a king is nothing without his pawns.

When the possessed dead cultist rose from the dead, Astor had a flashback of bizarre crime cases that he had worked on and as much as he wanted to contribute to the fight in some way, he figured it would be to their advantage if he simply stood around and studied the monster for a while, hoping to learn its attack pattern so he could command the group of players better. It would be preferable if they don’t suffer too many casualties on their side, considering they still needed to take care of the eventual arrival of whatever this creature was heralding.

While he contemplatively studied the burning monster, he spotted a tinkerer with a pickaxe that was going ballistic on the enemy. “Oi, settle down or you’re going to waste your energy on this stupid mid-boss,” Astor griped at @Ursa.

A distance away from him, he also noticed two new faces he had not seen before. Given their unimpressive gear, he figured they were fairly new to the game. “You two rely more on the auto-skill so you don’t mess up your execution. Don’t practice free moves on these dangerous monsters or you’re going to die,” he beckoned @Corvella and @Verity.

“Are you guys new to the game?” Astor asked, while surveying the rest of the group.

Noticing @Beretta, he waved to her mid-conversation.

0 + 0 = 0
192 / 1600
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85 HP

MAX HP

90 EN

MAX EN

After dealing with the cultists, Stelluna rushed to the inner sanctum only to be greeted with a fiery explosion. It didn't really do that much damage but still, not pleasant. Looking upon the fiery beast, it looked slower and sluggish than what she would imagine. The others must have put in a lot of work. Her spear, covered in the blood of recently deceased cultists was right by her side. She never was entirely sure if the bloodlust she felt was from her spear or herself but it didn't matter at the moment. She charged forward, into the fray once again. The blade sunk deep into whatever the creature was made of, clearly she had done something right.

95+ 10 = -105
87 / 1600
(Roll) The Fire
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85 HP

MAX HP

90 EN

MAX EN

With a sigh, Niko came home after a long day of work. Placing her equipment over her head, she soon became connected again with the virtual world. Exhausted from being herself all day, dealing with customer service and the ordeals of co-worker drama, she gladly took the disguised of Eleanor back upon herself.

Upon first entry of the virtual world, she found herself presented with a rather urgent looking prompt with an accept and decline button. Still rather fatigued, she decided to first examine her surroundings. It was quite soothing. Before logging off previously, she had remembered coming upon a rather wonderful looking tree and stopping beneath it. The shade, matched with a calming breeze, swept past her, and it was as if she was renewed.

Gazing back to the prompt, she realized she was quite late for it. The time sent on the notification was for a while back, so she wondered why it still came to her. With a shrug, she placed her finger upon the accept feature, she glanced around. The world, as well as the tree she had positioned herself beneath, seemed to fade out of view, replaced with a rather large looking, flaming creature. Luckily, she had appeared a bit safe of a distance away, but it was still a sudden happening. The heat was still a sudden, discomforting shift from her previous, peaceful setting.

Peering about, she caught the faces of many other players around her, most appearing rather foreign to her. With a sigh, she entered investigation mode to gaze further into the details of the creature's antics. From how the setting was set, it appeared much of the fighting had already been conducted.

"I'm late, but... I suppose... I can try to help." Reaching out a hand towards the creature, she unleashed a ray of arcane energy. Like a spark, it leaped at great speed from her fingertip, fizzling upon contact with the great, flaming foe. It wasn't the best shot she'd fired, but certainly not her worst.

65 + 10 = -75
12 / 1600
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85 HP

MAX HP

90 EN

MAX EN

Having clicked the accept button, the man's thought process cutting itself short due to some impatience, swirls of heat and combat rushed by in the past few moments. Players were in combat throwing spells and fighting cultists face to face. In the mess Alonso discovered himself separating from the others, a terrible idea in concept, but a pleasant one to help thin out the stragglers who opted for a subtle approach. No, these bastards were not going to ruin another raid and cause a massive amount of chaos among the innocent youth running about this world. Cursed paternal instincts. Whatever. He could grind experience on the suckers in peace.

Interception was key, arms outstretched and a double lariat blowing through the not so amicable mages. The Felis ducked an oncoming fireball, a small explosion creating an echo of pained cries. Good. Less energy he needed to use to deal with mere cultists. He launched an uppercut towards a man's chin, sending the caster towards the sky and falling to the ground with a thud, dust billowing upon collision. "Out my sight," the lion like Berserker warned his foes, charging through and keeping both arms outstretched to clothesline a few more foes. He was wasting his time, however, finishing his ordeal by grabbing the final cultist in his way and tossing him into a boulder.

Good times.

Until he saw the monstrous, obvious evil fire man assaulting the other players. He winced, ignoring the pain of the heat and flames, as he was prone to do in combat, rushing forward as the other players assaulted the boss. So far the team was doing a pretty good job of containing the fights along the way. Alonso figured as much, since this was not the siege that had taken place some time ago. Now that one was a serious mess. He tried not to think about it too much at this point. Focus, focus! The bearish man was at the backside of the fire spewing mob, giving him the prime opportunity to charge in again, "Let's see how the flames of HELL greet you!" Once he was close, he went to grab the boss around the waist area as much as possible.

A fierce roar and battle cry rolled up alongside a German Suplex. Because he could.

26 + 15 = -41
-29 / 1600
DA ROLL
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85 HP

MAX HP

90 EN

MAX EN

"You can heat up as much as you want! You're just playing with a time bomb!"

If she took enough damage it would tick her Berserker mastery, but she wasn't really sure she wanted to take that much damage. Especially in a chaotic situation such as this, still it was good to boast about yourself whenever possible. To put the fear of heroics into the heart of evil at every turn and opportunity. Josie's time spent watching old Harryhausen movies like Jason and the Argonauts and the Voyages of Sinbad prepared her for this kind of narrative.

Of course, Sinbad and Jason never had to fight a super huge fire elemental. Not that their respective challenges were much different. Still it was worth noting that this was not the same as those movies, that she was a different type of hero completely.

@Alonso Thorlion seemed to have struck the final blow, but still she stood alongside the mountain of a man, wielding a blade that was more meant for his hands than hers. She wasn't about to be outshone by a man twice her size and four times her body weight.

She might have had the body of a kitten, but she had the strength and soul of a lion; you could tell by the way she roared when she swung her blade. Causing the hot air to shimmer in a glowing arc s she crashed it into the body of the fire elemental.

84 + 0= -84
-113/ 1600
(Roll) The Fire
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85 HP

MAX HP

90 EN

MAX EN

It had been a long and hard faought battle with this fire demon the leader of the cultist had summoned, along with many other players, he was embroiled in the battle, the laughter of this deamon made him sick to his core, He gritted his teeth as the fire deamon mocked him and the player's challenge to kill him. Spitting some blood on the ground from his mouth, he drew his Odachi again in hoping he could this beast in one-on-one combat, the damm thing was pissing him off. Waiting for an opening, he watched the deamon slowly as it battled another player, when it's was open to an attack, he quickly advanded on the beast, darting to the left when it seemed to notice him on the move, he barly missed being smashed into the ground by it's massive hands, he knew he would be able to guard such a threat but a counter attack always worked! Spriniting at full speed under the beast, Seto struck, aiming a tight vertical strike at the deamon's under belly, he ran the blade through it's entire body before teleporting himself to safety near some players, otherwise he would of chop liver for sure.

It was sure a good thing the monster within him was allowing him to tap into his power but he wanted to why it was granted to him? Surely the beast had came up with another sinister plan? After all, it enjoyed spilling it's alluring words into his mind such as "Did you enjoy the bloodshed? Did you enjoy spilling the blood of the weak?" He was no saint by far but he wasn't a monster either, of course he also knew if he used too much of it's power all at once, he could lose control of himself, allowing the beast to take over.........that wouldn't be good for him or anyone.​

18 + 20 = -28
-141 / 1600
(Roll) The Fire
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85 HP

MAX HP

90 EN

MAX EN

In just moments of selecting the 'accept' button, always willing to brave new encounters, Ruh Murad found himself bathed in an unforgettable heat, waves of it crashing against his frame as he experienced every lively portion of the event up until. He had seen it all: the action, the anxiety, the uncertainty that had contorted his allies faces in the wake of danger. The cleric found himself stepping back in surprise, those azure lenses of his gazing at the large, molten entity that roared in fury and anger before him, drinking the literal heat from its burning hide in his long, analytical stare.

The other threats, mages and cultists too far cursed and strained to save, seemed managed by other - more seasoned - players. However, it took a team of players to try and contain the great beast before him. Flames capered on its hide wildly, a sinful marriage of red and orange as its frame roared an unnatural heat. Murad found a scowl cursing his lips as his eyes settled on those of that dire devil before him. A brow rose as he saw an unfamiliar man rush forward, braving the beast with his own frame as he overpowered Ash Mouth in his weakened state, the monster growing worn as the battle drew on - a clear sign of an encroaching victory.

For now, Ruh Murad would revert to his most basic instincts as the demise of this creature dawned: the cleric found himself running up into the front line, braving the sweltering heat as its sheer pressure drove his clothing to dance and flutter wildly, the cloak on his mantle sure to be disheveled when all was done. Unlike his class, he sprung force into his feet to propel off the ground, raising his staff to kiss the heavens at its apex, grunting as he brought it down, the staff roaring through the air as it collided with the great beasts' head as it remained constrained by @Alonso Thorlion and sundered by @Sharara Gatsu with her mighty blade.

23 + 0 = -23
-164 / 1600
(Roll) The Fire
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97 HP

MAX HP

90 EN

MAX EN

The heat seemed to crawl under her armor, consuming her. @Gwyn ap Herne's arm, held protectively in front of her, had done nothing to combat the burning. It was like being in a sauna with a sadist, watching as they added more and more painfully hot steam. It sucked.

At some point during the trembles that onslaught of heat had given her, she'd dropped her bow, unable to hold on as her body fought to keep itself at a reasonable temperature.

Then the heat wave passed, lingering still in the air but a little more bearable. Healing magic trickled in through her system, gently weaving in and out until she could breathe properly. By the time Kyupin was in any state to fight, the others had already torn the creature of flames apart, swiftly ending the battle.

Still shaking slightly, Kyupin leaned over and picked up her bow, looking around for the healer that had helped her out. Was it @Temperance? She tried to catch their eye before mouthing a thank you and offering a thumbs up.

While everybody focused on kicking the already dead corpse further, Kyupin turned and kept an eye out for the entrance. Sure, they'd obliterated everything in their path up until here, but she didn't want to be caught unawares by any stragglers sneaking up from behind. Like the one rushing to stab at a player still focused on the center of the room. The arrow was flying through the air before Kyupin even registered nocking it, piercing through the enemy. If he wasn't dead, then he'd have a hard time trying to get out when he was pinned by the throat to the wall.

She swallowed down her bile, ignoring the guilt that built inside of her. He'd deserved it. She'd done it for a greater good.

28 + 20 = -48
-212 / 1600
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Anybody who has not posted this cycle and would like to join the event may do so, but must remain within the word limit and follow all previous DM instructions.

This post does not start a new cycle or allow additional posts if you have already posted this cycle. Here's some fun trivia stuff for you.

Trivia

• The most damage done in a single roll was Lucia, with 152.
• The least damage done in a single roll was Astor, who sat with his thumb up his ass.
• Followed by Harveste, with a 31 Ruh Murad with a 23.
• The lowest roll of the event so far was Astor, with a 4.
• The highest roll of the event was a tie between Harvest and Ursa, who both got 99s.
• Ilusa is the only character to have expressed concerns over the deal with the Arena Master. What a trusting bunch you all are...
  
• Alonso defeated the mid-boss by suplexing it. It was a leg day for him.
  
• The Father of Flame was defeated by Alphabet, who stabbed him in the butt. It was a bad day for him.
  
• The Deacons of Flame voted on the prettiest of the heroes. In their voting, it was a tie between Ilusa and Eleanor. Alphabet stole the crown and dropped it into a pit of lava on accident.
  
• Lucia named her undead after the Tal'Darim in Starcraft. She must Construct Additional Pylons if she wishes to summon more.
  
• Roland has been sober the entire event, which is the true horror.
  
• The entire purpose of this event is so that Astor has a Winter Palace to keep warm. You've got to stop giving him property.
• Ozwin's damage totals make a palindrome when put together.
• The most damage done so far is by Ursa at 213, who takes home the gold. Zero put her weaknesses to work for her, exploding her enemies.
  
• Silver medal belongs to Stelluna at a staggering 183.
  
• Copper falls to Ashiore at 174 damage done, making her the deadliest support I've seen.

Damage Table

@Temperance : 81, healed [81]
@Gwyn ap Herne : 84, 65 [149]
@Roland Rutledge : 108, 37 [145]
@Ilusa Nakhalee : 74, healed [74]
@Stelluna : 78, 105 [183]
@Kyupin Felnya : 101 [101]
@Astor Balthas : 100, 000 [100]
@Alphabet Chocolate : 56, 80 [136]
@Seto Kurama : 94, 28 [122]
@Ozwin Ahab : 68, 86 [154]
@Harveste : 31, 114 [145]
@Ursa : 94, 119 [213]
@Verity : 98, 60 [158]
@Sharara Gatsu : 73, 84 [157]
@Lucia Mierz : 152 [152]
@Corvella : 89 [89]
@Eldhi : 84 [84]
@Beretta : 84 [84]
@Ashiore Evretto : 97, 77 [174]
@Eleanor Loan : 75 [75]
@Alonso Thorlion : 41 [41]
@Ruh Murad : 23 [23]
TOTAL: 2,640 damage done to all enemies!