• 125 HP
  

  MAX 125 HP

• 175 EN
  

  MAX 185 EN

• 13 STK
  

  Dissonance

Location: Zone 4

-10 EN for action

"AIIIIIEEEEE" Blank screamed as she plummeted in the air. Where had she been? She wasn't sure. Some dark, dark hallway all alone, surrounded by odd tentacles. Terrified she sealed herself into a cocoon of ice, which did well to protect her, but was beaten around by unknown assailants. Apparently they eventually got bored and tossed her high into the air. Feeling the unique sensation of falling, Blank canceled her spell, finding herself soaring over a battlefield.

Somehow managing to keep a hold of her senses, she quickly cast a spell, creating a slab of ice, that tilted downwards, making an impromptu slide she slammed into, shattering completely. Luckily after that plan failed she landed directly on top of @Celestine with a groan. "Nggg..." she moaned as she struggled to get off her feline companion. Little did she know her ice slab had broken into large chunks and somehow flew directly at Astor. But that didn't matter now. All that mattered was how much her butt hurt.

Normal Attack on Astor
4+ 55 = 59
(Tracker) Titanius the Ancient Dissonance/ (Roll) Titanius the Ancient Dissonance
Target: 881 / 2000 HP

 

• 76 HP
  

  MAX 124 HP

• 32 EN
  

  MAX 157 EN

• 16 STK
  

  Dissonance

Location: Zone 2

-10 EN for Attack, -5 EN for Damage Supplementation
+10 Dissonance Stacks

Enough. Iván had to cut his rest short when the queen underwent a transformation. He heard it (boy, did he hear it!) more than he saw it but he definitely felt it as well. Great. Another one. Another queen. He instinctively looked around him, but from the looks of things, there wasn’t going to be any divine intervention by the name of Zeus. Or was there? Probably not.

Iván was too late to do anything about @Tetsunosuke, to help him, though he wasn’t really sure if he could’ve done anything anyway, considering this queen’s power, but from what the one-eyed Ynglar Brother (that’s what they’re individually called, right?) was saying, he wasn’t too late to deal a massive hurt on save both the queen and the king. Apparently, these were really Astor and D’vangelline. Is this what happens when dissonance consumes you? Most probably.

He turned to Astor and then to D’vangelline and then back to Astor again. The king was closer. His biggest curry endorser would have to do as the target. Iván turned to his Snow-Quilled Guardian, eyebrows furrowed behind his mask. The creepy thing seemed determined, probably taking to the illusionist as its mother or something. “I guess this is the real one more round, bud.” Again, Iván’s magical familiar let out a shrill noise, a screech, in agreement, and joined his human master in attacking Astor, king of Astorea, endorser of Iván’s Curry House.

Attack on Astor
8 + 25 + 20 + 12 = 65
Tracker / Roll
Astor: 816 / 2000 HP

 

• 69 HP
  

  MAX 100 HP

• 40 EN
  

  MAX 100 EN

• 11 STK
  

  Dissonance

Location: Zone 3

-10 EN for Stable Attack

D'Vangelline was definitely going through a small scene in her head and made sure that nobody would know what it was about...however two unlucky players were forced to go through her attacks and Rias was left frozen in her spot as the enemy lead one of the two right beside her. Ivan didn't hesitate to give more advices to everyone and how they should continue so the young archer nodded looking at the white haired princess...maybe she wasn't but she looked like one!

Her arrow was pointing toward D'Vangelline ready to fire at her a row however she noticed the escalation on Astors side and without thinking turned her body towards him, it worked as a reflex you could say...she thought that since he was weaker and...probably the one giving away the orders, it would be better to deal with him first despite being in the same zone as the princess. She knew it might be dangerous but they were all so close to winning this battle that dealing with one of the opponents would benefit them more. Maybe after one of then is gone the other will get forced to leave as well...or help them resulting to better position of the whole team. "Whatever it is...let's deal with him first." she never attacked Astor before so she wasn't aware of his weak spots however it was finally time to find out about them.

Stable Attak on Astor
38 + 37 + 5 = 80
Tracker / Roll
Astor Balthas [ 736 / 2000 HP ]

 

• 73 HP
  

  MAX 153 HP

• 43 EN
  

  MAX 103 EN

• 12 STK
  

  Dissonance

Location: Zone 3

-20 EN for Critical Attack

Well, they had a plan now and though it hurt Velka to not go toe to toe with D'vangeline, she had a job to do. Starting with the weaker of the two, she saw that some people had already started an assault, however pitiful it was. There was no fire in their strikes, she recalled a statement about leading by example, perhaps it would be good to show these people how a proper attack looked like. She briefly charged before jumping and letting loose a fairly strong strike. Due to his floating and her own small stature, she could just barely reach his legs, but it was still enough to cause a fair bit of damage. Her first attack finished, Velka took the opportunity to retreat and look for another window to strike. She could definitely feel the effects the battle was having on her energy but was mostly glad that they didn't have to deal with the cold anymore.

Critical Attack on Astor Balthas
63 + 25 = 88
Tracker / Roll
Astor Balthas: 648 / 2000 HP

 

• 35 HP
  

  MAX 100 HP

• 20 EN
  

  MAX 100 EN

• 16 STK
  

  Dissonance

Location: Zone 3

-20 EN for Reckless Attack
-20 HP from D'vangeline (Reckless)

It was so nice when Rook jumped down from the prickly crystals (ow-ow-ow! Like tiptoeing on nails) and landed on bare stone, his sandals slapping on the glassy rock instead of snow and ice. He brightened as he looked around and saw this place was much-much better than the one he’d left behind (so nervous-wide and filled with smoke and pesky embers underfoot!)

He was a happy Quick and happy-to-obey and raised his swords, a sting of steel in either hand, to beckon forth their foe. Pick me, pick me! He sing-songed without words, his feet a pattering step-by-step retreat to give the angered Queen some room to land. Valkyries burst into sun-spots just above them as D’vangeline struck back, hurling innocents like scarecrows from her blazing form.

But Rook did not hesitate!

See me! He gleamed to meet her in a dance of dissonance, a whirling swirling foot-and-tumbling OUCH! as shield and lance crunched hard into his sternum. Oh! Betrayed, one Reeling Rook could only stagger, eyes so wide with shock that he could only squeak behind his mask. His foe bit back—just as she should!

But still, his aim held true. His parry-arm had failed, his dagger falling to her lance— but Rook still struggled, was held back just beyond that shield with arms straining and feet sliding and his two eyes staring bright and beady-clear and unafraid to fail. His heart burned bright with exclamation points and battlejoy (so how was it the queen looked oh-so-sad?)

The point of his rapier dipped and made its sting as Rookless-Reckless sword-nicked JUST ONE DROP of blood from lost and lonely D’vangeline.

Reckless Attack @ D'vangeline de Falder
(6 + 19) + 20 = 45
Tracker / Roll
D'vangeline de Falder: 1939 / 3000 HP

 

• 125 HP
  

  MAX 125 HP

• 165 EN
  

  MAX 185 EN

• 13 STK
  

  Dissonance

Location: Zone 4

-10 EN for action

Blank moaned as she pushed herself up off her furry pillow. A few blinks revealed it to actually be Celestine. With a gasp, Blank tried to crawl away from the inevitable 'cuddles' that would follow. "No! Not now!" she hollered grabbing her magic staff and pushing it between herself and Celes as she tried to stand up properly.

Eventually succeeding Blank could help but grimace at the sight before her. She had no idea who any of these people were. Good, bad, ugly. They all looked the same. Actually now that she thought about it she wasn't even really sure why she had come here in the first place. It definitely wasn't to get into a fight.

Well that was before she saw the guy showing off his sick flame moves. "Pathetic..." Blank growled at Astor waving her magic staff before her, "You think you're cool! You're using the wrong element all together!" Within a moment she had begun chanting, creating a large magic circle underneath him. "BEHOLD! Ultra Mega Hyper Ice Attack Von Doom IV" The sheer mastery of ice magic that followed could not be described beyond 'an amazing display of ineffective ice swans'.

'Normal' Attack on Astor
90+ 55 = 145
(Tracker) Titanius the Ancient Dissonance/ (Roll) Titanius the Ancient Dissonance
Target: 503/ 2000 HP

 

• 124 HP
  

  MAX 124 HP

• 96 EN
  

  MAX 116 EN

• 10 STK
  

  Dissonance

Location: Zone 3

-15 EN for Critical attack | -5EN damage supplementation

_____Nyx honestly, would have just enjoyed sitting in the dark just outside the fighting to watch the show. Hands tightly wrapping the crimson handle of her weapon as she swayed happily humming at the sight of so much BLOOD. Oh how adorable it was to watch so many struggle in vein, it almost drew laughter from her as she tried to stay still.

_____Watching however, only made her desire it more, she wanted BLOOD on her own weapon, not just the sight of it in her eyes. Frame dragging upward, her small stature alongside the scythe was not the most frightening thing one could see, but the BLOOD-LUST in her eyes almost matched the queen's. While sure she could strike the queen, where was the fun if she clearly wanted to spread the BLOOD flow of the group?

_____Arms slacking as the scythe swung down, slowly waving as she sat on thew slightly higher ground with a grin and eyes locked on the king Astor's back. One good swing here, maybe there, so many choices flooded her mind as she began to tremble and let her grin widen. Hands locked onto handle, body lurched from her perch, and the faerin jumped right for the Kings back.

_____Her strike, one straight upward arch against his back. She did not have the strength to jump high enough to try and claim his head, but a spinal sever was a good second place prize in her book. However as the cut appeared shallow, her grin flipped over, rage claimed her face. She had to make the king BLEED!

Critical attack on Astor
54 (Roll)+ +15 (Weapon) +9 (DS)= 78
Tracker / Roll
Target: 425 / 2000 HP

 

• 50 HP
  

  MAX 100 HP

• 60 EN
  

  MAX 100 EN

• 11 STK
  

  Dissonance

Location: Zone 1

-20 EN for reckless attack
-5 EN for damage supplementation
-30 HP from face plummet

As Tetsunosuke dispatched the looming threat against the whole party, he heaved out a sigh, but he had realized that he had made a mistake to lower his defenses too late when suddenly he was then attacked while he was still unaware of the situation. His face was plummeted towards the inner workings of Titanius' body by a hand so powerful, and then scrubbed the innards of Titanius with his face before he was tossed towards another zone. Fortunately a lot of HP still remained on his body, but he felt his ego was so sullied that he wanted to dispatch these two before him. Although he had heard that those two were the real articles, the King of Astorea and the Queen of Falderen, he did not care. All that he cared about was to inflict enough pain on these two so that they would regret tarnishing his ego.

He then materialized his steam scooter from his inventory, and then with quick actions, made it ready to roll, generous amounts of smoke emanating from the chimney of the contraption. He then would drive it towards an elevation in the body of Titanius, and then, he would ram it towards Astor's face, of course with the back wheels that made the scooter move, scouring the face of Astor thoroughly. He then would move again towards Astor, after the scooter landed, and would deal to him a series of devastating slashes while on scooterback.

Supplemented Reckless Driving Attack on Astor
72 + 48 + 15 + 15 + 6 = 156
Tracker / Roll
Astor: 269/2000 HP

 

• 50 HP
  

  MAX 100 HP

• 20 EN
  

  MAX 100 EN

• 11 STK
  

  Dissonance

Location: Zone 2

-15 EN for Critical Attack
+10 Dissonance for being too pure

The sudden wave of negative energy hit Sean like a truck.

All around him, shadows laughed. You'll never be strong enough. You'll never be able to protect her. You'll always just be another sacrifice. A nameless casualty in an easy war. Sean clutched his head, trying to get the dark voices out.

No... It's not like all the other times... I've become stronger already... I have to make sure I can protect her...

Yet, Sean didn't fail to notice how the male figure was also fighting himself. Maybe... We can save him...? He tried to focus the best he could, holding up his hand.

If you can hear me... Please, you can change! Please, stop!

Panting, Sean launched a firebolt, hoping to miraculously hit a weak point.

Critical Attack on Astor
17 = 17
Tracker / Roll
Target: 252 / 2000 HP

 

• 43 HP
  

  MAX 100 HP

• 45 EN
  

  MAX 100 EN

• 12 STK
  

  Dissonance

Location: Zone 4

-10 EN for stable attack

Libitina let out a sigh of relief as she felt warmth come back to her thanks to the five who defrosted the zone. For a moment, she had actually forgotten that she was playing a game. Everything just felt so real to her.

A look on confusion crossed her face as she watched Astor talking to himself. After someone said about their dissonance, things started to make much more sense. She checked her own just to make sure her own was doing well. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw that she was not doing too badly.

A few thoughts ran through her head as she watched Astor. Was he an NPC? or can players become rulers? If yes, would she be able to make a kingdom of her own in the game? She shook the thoughts away. She knew now was not the time to day dream. Clenching both her great swords in her hand, the small girl charged forward to attack the possibly hypnotized king

Stable attack on Astor
19+3+15 = 37
Tracker / Roll
Target: 215 / 2000 HP

 

• 50 HP
  

  MAX 100 HP

• 60 EN
  

  MAX 100 EN

• 13 STK
  

  Dissonance

Location: 2

+15 HP from Alkaid
-15 EN Criitical Attack
+10 Dissonance from PLOT

Yippee ki-yay, the second Charlotte had left Zone 4, it looked like they get to work on clearing the ice. Really? Like, actually fucking seriously? Was this some sort of mental warfare to bully her back after being kinda rude in the comms? Walking all the way to Zone 2 did hurt, after all, but... whatever. There was more cleaving to do.

Giving @Alkaid Zexis a "Thanks, bud!" and a thumbs up it was soon after that she watched the two corrupted people throw a scene. For anyone who knew them more personally, maybe it would have been... emotional? But for Charlotte Breuil all she saw was Princess Edge realizing how bad being a goth actually was while the blondie begged for his life in a really roundabout way. Well, and the fact he just got a lot uglier with the eyes and all.

"Mein Gott. Looks like easy street ain't that easy, huh? Stop nagging like a little bitch and TAKE IT like a man! Going on and on about how weak and pathetic we are all and the SECOND it looks like you're losing you go all puppy eyes and 'boo-hoo look at me I have mental instability please send help', you're worse than my dad! If you take the lemon you eat the lemon even if the lemon starts rotting! @Raid Master , ARE YOU A MAN OR A LITTLE BOY?" She really should stop with those lemon metaphors.

Of course, once again, her little big Pink Lady didn't really do much other than chip damage.

Critical Attack on Co. Astor Alter
44 + 5 = 49
Tracker / Roll
Co. Astor Alter [ 166 / 2000 HP ]

 

• 55 HP
  

  MAX 128 HP

• 35 EN
  

  MAX 100 EN

• 11 STK
  

  Dissonance

Location: Zone 3

-10 EN from attack
+1 stack

This version of Astor really underestimated them, something that would be his downfall. The true Astor inside of him was probably trying to break free, stalling him for a while and giving the groups to hit him with everything they got. In just split second, attacks were raining down on him, many of them holding back just enough to not kill the king. Meanwhile, D'vangeline suffered the same condition. Can they truly dispel the dissonance and bring them back?

Corvella reacted to the opening, ignoring @Raid for the time being and just nodded to indicate that she agreed. She quickly dashed straight to where Astor is floating, climbing the ice spikes that was left on the battlegrounds with her acrobatic mastery to reach the heights before leaping and spinning mid air. Letting go of the shield, it flew to the king of Astorea's head, creating a thumping sound and would probably cause a concussion and break his balance. If someone's going to finish him, it's now. Just hold back not to kill him, please.

Regular Attack on Astor
86 + 40 = 126
Tracker / Roll
Astor Alter: 40 / 2000 HP

 

• 44 HP
  

  MAX 100 HP

• 10 EN
  

  MAX 100 EN

• 13 STK
  

  Dissonance

Location: Zone 3

-10 EN for attack
+10 Dissonance

A bit after his most recent heal, there was a bit of flavor going on in the boss fight. Apparently, the male boss was some kind of King? So, his pompous attitude was somewhat deserved. Well...at least everything made sense. Weirdly enough, after this spot of dialogue, there wasn't another massive AoE attack. Fantastic! He wouldn't have to worry about healing for a little bit, at the very least. He could probably survive another attack at this rate...that meant he could attack! Rivers prepared himself to strike...

The abyss calls...

Before he could move or even think, Rivers's arm exploded in sores. He fell to his knees. "Shitfuck OW!" That wasn't supposed to happen! He hadn't taken any damage. But he felt it...something...crawling under his skin and...and calling to him. This wasn't supposed to happen. He hadn't taken any damage.

THE ABYSS CALLS

Rivers screamed. It hurt...it hurt all over. It tunneled into his ear like a centipede and bit him all along the way. His left arm hung limp by his side and he bit his lip so hard blood was being drawn. He couldn't even see straight. God, standing up was so fucking hard.

The pounding in his ears wasn't letting up, but he looked up and saw the King. Him! If he could just finish him off this would all be over! His arm would be useful again and this screaming in his ears would stop. The boss was so low...this could very well finish it. Rivers took one step...then another. It was shaky work.

He pounded on his legs before screaming again. He darted forward towards the boss, and then, with more force than he thought possible, Rivers struck.

Attack on Astor
98 = 98
Tracker / Roll
Astor: - 58 / 2000 HP

 

• 100 HP
  

  MAX 100 HP

• 80 EN
  

  MAX 100 EN

• 10 STK
  

  Dissonance

Location: Zone 2

-20 EN for dispelling Astor

He wasn't supposed to be here, was he? No, certainly not. The ground was alien in smoothness, volcanic glass in nature. Obsidian from floor to ceiling. Bodies shifted violently through the coffin of a room. A gut of an abomination they said? There were two people tearing their way through the others. Violent. Terrifying in their strength. He stepped back, hands curling to his stomach and fingers knotting together in fear.

What were they? Why were they so furious? What had these people- he- done? They seemed broken. Puppets on strings that they had in their hands. They didn't want to stop. They enjoyed it. Or thought they did. So many voices clamored over their shouts and their strikes. Mayflies. They- he- were like mayflies here.

There was little else to do and, with as nimble of a motion as he could, Feryn shifted aside to let others by and grasped at the sick world around him. He felt it bleed into his just awakened arcane ability. He held the ethereal connection loose and terrified in hand, like the reins of a creature prone to fight or to flight. The Famigna didn't know which it would do, but he whispered to it all the same. A thousand and more souls had been devoured here time and time again. This graveyard stomach held an army he couldn't reach. But they could reach him.

He's scared, or angry. He's lost. He doesn't remember he has things to lose, maybe. Teach him?

Teach him loss? Yes. It could do that. It could whisper into a King's ear and pull back just a thread of the corruption woven in his blood, bone, and bile. It could tell him the nightmare of it having lost everything. Astor Balthas could join them. If he would like to. They could even help. If he would like to.

Feryn stepped further away, hands wringing in time to the pulse of the room and the rhythm of the fight. The mage was certain he didn't want it to help that way at all.

Dispelling Astor [ 1 ]
Tracker

 

• 50 HP
  

  MAX 109 HP

• 0 EN
  

  MAX 107 EN

• 11 STK
  

  Dissonance

Location: Zone 3

Moving from Zone 2 to Zone 3
-20 EN for Reckless Attack

As the group of adventurers pounded on the male figure, Sean fought against the voices. I'll never give in to you. No way, no how, no why! Sean fought his fatigue and made his way to the female figure. She's trying to hurt my allies... I won't stand for this. Upon reaching a distance which he thought was safe, he held out his hand for another magic attack.

Guide my hand... Hit her for as much as possible... FALL...

Sean launched a series of bolts of fire in the female figure's direction. My job here is done... He collapsed onto the ground.

Reckless Attack on D,va
20 + 68 + 10 = 98
Tracker / Roll / Retaliation Check
Target: 1837 / 3000 HP