0 HP

MAX red HP

100 EN

MAX EN

God damn kids. GOD. DAMN. KIDS! He hissed through his teeth as the brat supporting them charged onwards, not responding to their cries of surprise. There was no choice to make. If he followed the kid, he'd probably die. If he turned around and tried to leave, he'd probably die. If he stayed, sitting around and cursing everything to kingdom come? Well. He'd definitely die then. "This is why I hate kids," he reminded himself, bitter.

He chased after the flickering light, unnerved by the darkness settling all around him. There weren't many Wurms left to fight, what with Claire ripping through them with ease, and Ben almost relaxed. They had a chance.

At least. They'd had a chance. Up until Claire got devoured, Wurm after Wurm piling on top of her position. "She's definitely dead," he said. Of course, his words caught the attention of the ravenous Wurms. There was not enough Claire to fill all of their bellies. Swallowing thickly, Ben held up his brittle dagger. "I'm definitely dead." He squeezed his eyes shut as the gaping maw closed around him.

Yuck.

@Alice @Claire Thalassa @Solaria

27 + 10 = 37
Link to roll
Fighter
480 / 500​

 

00 HP

MAX HP

100 EN

MAX EN

With a swift slice, she killed but one wurm. The wurm had devoured her friend- or at least, she'd already decided they were friends. In fact, as she sliced the foul creature, she saw it's brethren eat yet a second party member. "Not Ben too!" She shouted, anger in her lungs, blood boiling.

This wasn't the first time she'd seen death's door take someone she was trying to protect, and she knew it likely wouldn't be the last. She had distinct flashbacks as she shook, her body violently struggling to ignore the bite marks that had been burned into her flesh. With an arm and leg damaged, her movements were quite troubled. Her spirit, however, was still strong.

More wurms came for Alice- and in haste, Solaria threw herself before them. She was able to fight off a few, but the last one was quite a beast! As it swallowed her whole, she pierced the skin with her sword, though found herself burning from the bile within her captor.

A desperate scream echoed into the cavern. This was supposed to be the last wurm...But it was also the last of the sword wielder. Her death was not in vain, however. At the very least, one of the team was safe.

15 + 15 = 30
(Roll) WQ 8/26
Fighter?
510/ 500​