The Thief | Page 3

Ueno Mizuki · May 31, 2018

109 HP

MAX 139 HP

101 EN

MAX 126 EN

-10 EN for Attack
-30 HP from Screech

A sonic attack. Lovely. Mizuki was forced to retreat further backwards as her eardrums felt like they would burst, her sensitive hearing backfiring on her. Gritting her fangs her golden eye turned red and began to glow. Being a berserker the pain was bearable, but she wasn't happy in the slightest. After a couple of seconds the red faded back into a darker gold, but her expression was still displeased as she charged back forward.

With the sanguine mushrooms, dancing lights and @Hanno Futaba turning himself into a source of illumination there was no need for her to worry about further enlightenment for the moment, so the wolfwoman focused entirely on taking the beast down. It was certainly a tough one, able to resist the assault of so many hunters and throw them backwards with the sound of its voice. However that wasn't going to stop Mizuki, as she approached it from the side while running on all fours.

Once she was in range she spun on her hands, lashing out with her leg to try and strike one of the prey's limbs, hopefully knocking it at the very least off balance so her allies would have an easier time getting their hits in or, if she was really lucky, even substantially wounding the leg. With how tough and dangerous the creature was shaping up to be Mizuki thought it better to use her mobility and ability to attack quickly to weaken it before going in for the kill.

While striking with one leg she braced herself with the other foot and both hands, and as soon as she'd landed a hit she was leaping away, clearly aiming for a hit-and-run tactic to avoid being struck down by the powerful beast.

Attack on The Thief
6 + 71 = 77
Tracker / Roll
Target: 892 / ??? HP

Alric Stalwart · May 31, 2018

115 HP

MAX 145 HP

75 EN

MAX 120 EN

-20 EN for AoE Heal
-30 HP from The Thief

Both hands instinctively shot up to protect his ears, but the damage had already been done. The ringing lasted for what felt like an eternity and when it finally subsided it seemed the hunters had been able to regain their footing against the creature. His own party had taken a decent hit and as a supporting character this time around it was his job to keep them in good health.

Another spell was quickly traced out with his ring and when it was cast an ethereal halo of spirit energy formed above those who had been hit the hardest. Their health bars would slowly regenerate while under its effects, but while he healed his team Alric's attention had shifted toward The Thief. They had been hitting it for a while now, so just how strong was this thing really?

AoE Heal @Milah for 17 | @Noah Krane for 14 | @Ueno Mizuki for 7
16 + 16 + 6 = 38
Tracker / Roll

Rook the Quick · May 31, 2018

52 HP

MAX 112 HP

88 EN

MAX 118 EN

-10 EN for Careful
-60 HP from Screech

A cavern of mouth. Rippling throatflesh. Sound, bursting. Feet, sliding.

Wave after wave of noise battered the front lines as the SCREAM tore through them, thrust its way past temples and burst thin veins like flutes of glass. All around him hunters fell to their knees in prayers of pain.

Rook slid, feet planted, half-crouched against the sonic flood like a weatherman in a hurricane. He dipped his beak and took the force crown-forward, ears ringing from the soundburst. Static started in his vision, whitening and lightening, bursting pale like stars behind his eyes. It was too much, too much..

“Cállate.”

A muffled word from behind a mask. A gritted rasp, an invocation. An ultimatum. “Cállate...”

Shut up...

As the word left Rook’s tongue, Respiro gleamed. The runes inlaid faintly in its hilt lit themselves like candle flame and bright heat pooled like dew upon its blade.

He held the jian before him and blessed silence flowed around its edge, the cacophony parting like water from a ship’s bow. Respiro guiding the way, Rook took a step forward. Then another.

Step by step, shielded from the sonic blast within the soundless vacuum. The little swordsman pressed onward, blade held carefully above his head (inhaled the scream, exhaled warm breath) 'til he stood before the monster’s maw, weapon at its throat.

His left hand knew what to do.

Careful Attack on The Thief
22+(10+20)+37 = 89
Tracker / Roll
Target: 981 / ??? HP

Lexiichuu · May 31, 2018

Fighting The Thief

Weather: Cloudy and cool.
Time of Day: Seven Thirty-Two PM.
Location: Mining Cave North of Aramoor Village.

He hurt.

He had never felt pain like this. He had never felt anger like this. Fear had always clouded his mind, a dab of uncertainty making him run instead of hunt some nights, and loneliness was an echo that he would sometimes hear reverberating off the cavern walls. But this anger and this pain…they were a maelstrom inside him.

They clouded his chest, pushed on his lungs, and made his breaths short and fast. And the hunger remained, burning bright in the rear of his mind, twisting his intestines into knots. There was no escape. This cavern was his resting place, where he could sleep and not be disturbed, and now party of humans were blocking his only exit.

…Would this be his grave?

He could fly! Spread his wings and sail past them, slither through the long hallways and narrow corridors until he breathed fresh air again. But where would he go? Where was safe out there in a sea of lights, of brights, of hurts, of pain? And they would spear him, drag their sharps against his tender stomach and chest. They would wound him further.

He quickly glanced behind him even though he knew there was no exit. The last vestige of optimism died inside him.

The Creature wanted to shield himself, to keep them from continuing their onslaught against his shoulder, but it was for naught. Every which way he turned, they fought him. They pelted him with arrows, cut him with their swords, bashed him with their mauls. He wailed in pain and agony…and hunger.

Desperation glimmered in his eyes. He felt the darkness unfurl inside him as shadows began to collect around his wings and talons. He swallowed, feeling the sticky sweet taste of blood at the back of his mouth. His blood.

Another vibration rumbled from him, shaking the cavern as boulders, rocks, and more stalactites plummeted to the ground. The echoing cry of various guild members hit or impaled by these dangers surfaced like balloons, popping once they hit the stratosphere. Still Samson’s cry overpowered them. Still he rallied them to push forward, to cut and hack and cleave this monster asunder!

For a moment, time stood still. The Beast rose once more on his back legs, glared defiantly at the party, opened his wings, and allowed a throb to sweep over them.

Dread would fill them. Anxiety would crush them. The oppressive negative feeling of Black Magic would thrum through their veins and make a home as a single tendril of doubt wiggling inside their brains.

And the few specs of light that they had carried to this fight went dark as everything was plunged into the writhing darkness of uncertainty with a monster whom was more in his element than ever before.

Combat Log

Illumination rose by 10!
Illumination fell by 50! AC is currently 75!

The Party takes 15 damage from the Creature's Dark Pulse attack.
If you protected someone or attacked recklessly, take 30 damage instead.
If you were protected or attacked carefully, take 7 damage instead.

Lexiichuu · May 31, 2018

T H E T H I E F

9 8 1 / ? ? ? HP
count up when dealing damage

Illumination

“Its too dark to see! Keep the light bright so we may slay the beast!”
20 / 100

Current AC Bonus:
75

If Illumination rises to 75 or above, The Thief becomes easier to hit and has an AC Bonus of 25. Roll more than 25 (including modifiers) to hit him!

If Illumination drops to 25 or below, The Thief becomes harder to hit and has an AC Bonus of 75. Roll more than 75 (including modifiers) to hit him!
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@Alric Stalwart @Rook the Quick @Ueno Mizuki @Noah Krane @Celestine @Milah @Hanno Futaba

Milah · May 31, 2018

105 HP

MAX 133 HP

100 EN

MAX 145 EN

+17 HP from Alric’s Heal
-15 HP from The Thief’s Dark Pulse
-10 EN for Stable Attack
-05 EN for Damage Supplementation

Had she been paying more attention, or had a more trained eye, perhaps the Felis could’ve caught on into the faint telltale signs that would have given the ranger some insight as to the beast’s actual mindset and emotions. As it stood, however, Milah was neither trained or experienced enough to notice the faint queues the creature continued to give--too busy making sure the falling stalactites didn’t impale her or the adventuring backpack where her corrupted pup was currently hiding.

Look out for the stalact--iiieee!

She wasn’t even able to give the people nearby a full warning as the Felis jumped to action, barely registering the healing aura offered by Alric as Milah was able to grab her bag and roll out of the way of an incoming piece of stalactite, when a new and foreign force invaded her mind and plunged the entire party into almost pitch black darkness. The surprise of the black magic battering her very essence earned a pained cry from Milah, her movements interrupted as the bag was sent rolling further into the crevice while the Felis went in the other direction.

There was lots of clattering as the bow and some arrows were dispersed around the teen, who was now clutching her head with both hands and curled into a fetal position. All the doubts and fears that Amelia ever had flooded in without warning, now threatening to overcome her mind and consciousness. For a moment she’d forgotten all about the battle or the beast, or even the fact that this was just a game, as Amelia closed her eyes and tried to keep all these inner demons at bay…

And then an insistent yipping noise echoed from the distance, a lighthouse in the middle of a raging sea storm, and Milah was brought back into focus. Hazel eyes blinked, both perplexed and surprised, before they focused on the sight of the moss and thorn covered pup that continued tugging at her leather armor--stopping only briefly to bark again in the direction of the beast as it shifted in the background.

... Thanks buddy.

She smiled and patted the creature on its head before moving to collect the bow and scattered arrows. A few had broken, unfortunately, but others were still in usable shape. The darkness proved to be a new challenge, though part of Milah was certain her Felis eyes were sharper than Amelia’s own human ones, and with practiced motions Milah managed to collect herself enough to make an accurate guess as to the location of the beast.

Once more an arrow was nocked and released, the projectile finding purchase upon the flesh of the beast among the other arrows from Milah and other ranged attackers present in the party and the Monster Hunter faction.

Stable Attack on The Thief
(11 + 28) + 10 + 9 + 15 + 15 = 88 Total
Tracker | Roll
Target: 1,069 / ? ? ? HP

*snickers at 69 like a 13 YO*

+10 from Stable Attack
+9 from Damage Supplementation
+15 from Proficient Range Mastery
+15 from Uncommon Ember Short Bow

Celestine · Jun 1, 2018

109 HP

MAX 154 HP

112 EN

MAX 157 EN

-15 HP from Darkness Attack
-15 EN for Heal
-5 EN for Illuminate

Celestine unleashed another bolt of lightning, and then another, flinging her casting hand around like a batter smacking a baseball for a home run. Finally, the beast paused, encouraging Cel to do the same. Had it finally given up? Was it about to fall?

Celly's question was answered only with a slight tremor. A light tremor that quickly turned into a not-so-light tremor that qualified more as an earthquake. Kneeling down to the cave floor, she felt the rocks at her feet, grasping at the hard ground in the hopes of stabilizing herself.

Just when it felt like the attack had stopped, the real danger began as a wave of shadow washed over her. Not just shadow, but... how would she even describe it? Angst? Melancholy? Maybe even downright depression. There wasn't any logical reason she could have for being depressed: they were winning! But physically, she just felt awful!

"Urgh... stupid uhh... thing..." she didn't feel like coming up with a decent insult. Who cared...? It wasn't like it could understand anyway...

Mentally forcing herself forward, Cel drew a magic circle in the air, flinging a small, glowing, yellow ball of energy out from the other side of a momentary portal. The newly summoned lightning wisp gave its new master a salute in the only way in knew how: with a little 'zap.' Unfortunately, the mistress was in no mood for such a salute and glared back.

"Just do the flying around to do your light a shine," she commanded, sending it off with a dismissive wave.

Sparing a moment to see how everyone was doing as the wisp lit them up with a flyby, Cel returned back to the crazy bird-person again, sighing at the noticeable claw marks. He'd clearly taken the majority of the beating, but did she really want him alive that bad.

Sigh...

Time to be responsible...

From the sidelines, Cel began to write out the loooong script necessary. Time passed. More time passed, in which she wished she were hitting something with lightning. Finally, the spell was complete, and the blue glow on his arm began to expand to the rest of his body just long enough to repair several wounds with its ghostly energy.

"Yay healing...." she droned with the enthusiasm of a stand-up comedian who'd been filling out tax forms for 7 hours.

Illuminate + Heal @Rook the Quick for 37
2 + 35 = 37
Tracker / Roll

Ueno Mizuki · Jun 1, 2018

101 HP

MAX 139 HP

86 EN

MAX 126 EN

+7 HP from AoE Heal
-15 HP from Dark Pulse
-10 EN for Attack
-5 EN for Illuminate

In the middle of a fight it was difficult to pay attention to the little things. All your senses were on full alert, but there was too much information to take in and you had to prioritize. Mizuki saw moving hunters and a beast which was trying to resist the onslaught, her ears heard battle cries, footsteps, and screeching and groaning from the prey. Her nose smelled sweat, blood, flesh, leather, metal, and a mixture of hormones and chemicals which her brain translated as excitement, anger and fear.

There wasn't any time to consider whether the creature was frightened, because that was a given. Both hunter and prey were frightened during the hunt, adrenaline coursing through them to suppress the panic as both fought for their survival.

She was glad that she'd taken some distance when the creature began to use its sound to make stalactiles fall down, giving her a better opportunity to evade the falling stone and push some nearby hunters out of the way as her ears picked up on the snapping and cracking above. They really should have waited for an opportunity to ambush this thing while it was outside: this was a death trap and Mizuki couldn't afford to waste time saving people from the collapse. They'd have to hope enough people survived long enough for them to save once the battle was over.

And then came the wave of darkness. Mizuki jumped further backwards while her ears went flat against her head and her tail went between her legs, claws from both hands and feet digging into the ground as she let out a small whine, feeling uncertainty enter her mind. All the light was gone, even if she had her nose and her ears being able to see was still useful, this creature was better suited for this fight...

Her golden eye turned red as her fearful expression turned into a furious one, fear and doubt overwhelmed by a rage which poured forth from the depths of her being and filled her to the last tuft of fur. Briefly turning into a wolf she growled loudly, answering the prey's screeching while around her a blue-purple ethereal shape of a large wolf formed.

Turning back into her humanoid form she slammed her hand against the ground, the sanguine mushrooms brightening to fight back the darkness while Mizuki charged forward on all fours, the spirit wolf following her movements as she dug her claws into the side of the creature while running past it, once past quickly spinning around and facing it once more, fangs bared in both spirit form and physical form.

Attack on the Thief
41 + 60 = 101
Tracker / Roll
Target: 1170 / ??? HP

Rook the Quick · Jun 1, 2018

82 HP

MAX 112 HP

68 EN

MAX 118 EN

-20 EN for Reckless
-7 HP from Dark Pulse (Careful)
+37 HP from Celestine <3

Vestiges and cries. Ears still ringing from THE SCREAM. Respiro was warm within the misty darkness of the cave, radiated heat up and down Rook’s enchanted arm. Soothing. Invigorating. The songs of battle had been silenced.

(But inside, he still carried the songs of the Monster Hunters with their tamborines and beating-hearts...)

He was so close. Approaching through the soundburst had brought him within lethal range, carried him in a flight of breath and steel to the Thief’s wounded breast. Arrows bristled from its shoulders like a second set of budding wings, geometric quills that dripped with ichor and exertion.

It was hurting.

The Beast did not speak (as Rook did not speak). He did not see it in its eyes or its body-language, he did not read it in the swiftly-silenced timbre of its cries. He smelled it in the air. He felt it in its presence. The dankness of desperation, dull as a broken blade.

Rook broke the close combat and leaped back as a sharp-edged stalactite plummeted from the ceiling. The light dimmed and the little swordsman felt his senses go on high alert. His ears, ringing. His eyes, blinded. His nose, suffused with stagnant vapor from within his mask.

Activity lost in the chaos, in the shouting as the Monster Hunters regrouped. Rook was a flipping leaptumbling shadow of cartwheeling legs and outstretched arms, one single spoke of his acrobatic wheel (glowing bluebright, spirit-filled) a beacon in the blackness.

With the fwipfwip sound of a somersault, Rook landed on his feet by @Celestine and slid back, sandals sparking embers on the stone. The sparks flew around him as he skidded and then bounded forward, chest fluttering for air. His body stung. What was this achiness, this false-pain, this slowness? Rook could not be slowed! (He was too QUICK for that.)

As he was healed Rook shook both his arms frantically like he was trying to get a bug off his clothes and stopped, delighted by his quickened movements. “!!!” He hopped gratefully from foot to foot and seized Celestine’s hand (with his right) and pumped it enthusiastically.

His left hand gripped the jian. A warrior’s hand—a hand that sang with suicide.

…Gone again. Climbing, climbing. Stalactites falling. His left hand bore him onwards while his right seized handholds and pulled him up, single sparks dropping from his scraping sandals. He was noisy. Rook was a crow and not an owl in the night with every muscle in his body (save his voice) screaming see me, I’m still here, I haven’t vanished!

See me! (And fear me, too.)

From the heights the black-haired fighter released his grip, reckless and rookless and Respiro unflinching in his nondominant fist. His body was a parachute of perpendicular limbs and spinning pretzel-twists, but that arm—that glowing, spectral arm—was a compass. It did not move. It did not falter.

Rook jumped from the heights and drove his blade towards the rearing THIEF, undaunted by the darkness.

Reckless Attack on The Thief
(53+8)+(20+20)+37 = 138
Tracker / Roll
Target: 1308 / ??? HP

Hanno Futaba · Jun 1, 2018

131 HP

MAX 168 HP

58 EN

MAX 103 EN

-7 HP from Beast Darkness Wave
-10 EN for Protective Attack! (Protecting Rook the Quick)
-5 EN for holy light for illumination!

Still grappling on the Beast's shoulder, the Faerin stared at it's eyes- The desperation of the creature was very clear. 'Now you know what it is to be hunted huh?' Hanno frowned, pulling the shield out of the wounds on it's shoulder. Ghast stared intently their surroundings with it's sinister expression, the shield was sure enjoying itself.

Turning his eyes to see the creature's elbow... Peharps it was a good idea to jump and try to crush it. "Let's go, Ghast!" Bracing himself, Hanno jumped out of the beast's shoulder and raised his shield. Ghast looked at the monster's limbs, it's dissonant eyes were seeking for it's blood, it was the perfect time to attack-!

Or at least it what they thought, but they were wrong. Before the Faerin could slam a hit, the Thief backed off it's elbows to charge an attack. Hanno widened his eyes. "Oh sh-" The creature swinged it's wings, slamming one of it's limbs on the Faerin that was effortlessly threw on the ground while the magical darkness engulfed him and the holy light globets that were hovering on the battlefield.

Coughing, Hanno hastily stood up. The thin defensive aura that was surrounding him and his shield cracked like a mirror before shattering. "I-I may have exaggerated a little-" The Faerin muttered with an embarrassed smile. "Kukuku..." Ghast chuckled at the silliness of his master, turning it's eyes to see the creature again. Hanno looked through the penumbra, trying to see how everyone was doing... Apparently his comrades were fine, which was a relief.

But something called his attention, someone was recklessly climbing the heights of the cave- And by their hastily movements, it seems like they had a plan, a very intrepid plan.

The Faerin grinned at his comrade's courage. "Heh, I will give you a hand, buddy!" Hanno said to no one in particular, before blasting off to run toward the monster, determined to not let the swordman alone in his dangerous attack. Reaching to the creature again, the Faerin stomped his shield on the ground to give him boost to jump high enough- Getting just in time to stay beside the little (yet taller) man-

ANCHOR GUARD

A guardian aura covered Hanno, while coating Rook with it's protection- Their weapons glimmed as both of them looked like a bright singularity. A Shield and a Sword, both fighting against the same Beast.

Attacking the Thief, Protecting @Rook the Quick.
6 + 10 (Alric's Buff™) + 25 + 25 = 66 (Miss)
Tracker / Roll
Target: 1308/ ??? HP

Alric Stalwart · Jun 1, 2018

100 HP

MAX 145 HP

60 EN

MAX 120 EN

-15 EN for Heal
-15 HP from The Thief

Darkness swept over the field as The Thief launched another attack at his party. Pieces of the cave crashed down around him and the atmosphere had shifted to become more oppressive while the beast struggled to fight off its attackers.

Alric rolled to one side, narrowly avoiding being pinned to the ground by a sharpened stalactite. Fragments of stone cut at his exposed skin like shrapnel, but overall he was still in pretty good health. The same couldn't be said for @Rook the Quick though. The man had taken a few good hits throughout the fight and despite being healed by another was still badly beaten compared to the rest. Focusing his next spell on him, Alric topped off his health.

Heal @Rook the Quick for 27
5 + 16 + 6 = 27
Tracker / Roll

Noah Krane · Jun 1, 2018

105 HP

MAX 136 HP

103 EN

MAX 133 EN

-10 EN for Stable Attack

-05 EN for Illuminate

+14 HP from Alric

-15 HP from Thief

A soothing power seemed to surround Noah’s body. He felt a sensation of his ears and body recovering from the screech attack. A small icon had appeared. It seemed that one of his teammates. “Thanks man!” Noah’s arrow and eyes stayed locked on The Thief. Something was up, it was acting odd. But they had been laying into it, Noah was actually shocked that it was able to withstand so much damage. Even the dryad in the forest went down well before all this damage. Was there another trick to beating it than just raw strength?

The light in the cavern seemed to dampen. Noah’s eyes quickly shifted to be able to try and adjust for the sudden loss of light. It was at this time that the beast’s movements shifted into a manner that Noah did not really see coming. Noah fired off two arrows at the critter but its speed along with his eyes trying to readjust they seemed to miss completely and fly off towards the dark ceiling of the cavern.

Noah notched another arrow and tried to find the creation but was unable to track it in the darkness that was swallowing them all up. “Damn it, I can’t see at all..” A shiver ran down his back right as his health bar took a direct hit. His chest started to tighten and it became difficult to breath. The beast’s magic was some sort of dark magic. It was playing directly into his character’s psyche. His whole body shivered as he tried to catch his breath.

Greyhowl must have noticed that Noah’s body was somehow shutting down. As the man feel to his knee once more, the wolf quickly would place his snout under the man’s armpit and try to raise the man. For a moment Noah was unable to do next to anything. What seemed like an eternity to him was only a brief second or two for everybody else. The darkness slowly left his eyes but not quick enough for Noah. “Illuminate!” The man spoke with a timid voice, almost a whisper. Lightning started to generate around the man before spreading throughout the cavern. Hopefully this little bit of light would help him rid himself of this darkness and fear that ran through his body.

Stable Attacking the Thief & Illuminate

4+27+20(Weapon)+ 20(Range)= 67 MISS

Tracker / Roll

Target: 815 / ??? HP

Lexiichuu · Jun 1, 2018

Fighting The Thief

Weather: Cloudy and cool.
Time of Day: Seven Thirty-Five PM.
Location: Mining Cave North of Aramoor Village.

As energy is expended in combat against the massive winged beast before you, the torch floats up from Samson’s hand and collects any remnants of light magic that it can. Soon the cavern was alight once more, the darkness pushed back for the time being. While it wasn’t as bright as before, it was enough to see by and your eyes immediately zero in on the struggling Giant Bat before you.

He is tired. He is bloody. His chest heaves with every rattling breath. His head bows for a moment in quiet respite. But the flare of light forces his eyes open, the intelligent gleam of a predator reflecting the warmth of the torch that allows you to continue your onslaught. The cuts that decorate his sparse fur are covered in dark blood and what has spilled on the ground seems even darker in comparison.

Bits and pieces of him are singed from the magic that has crashed against him. Arrows stick out of his wing, the joint having been hammered on repeatedly by the rangers. Flight is no longer possible.

He looks over your party and sees nothing but death. Most of all, he sees his end. The Creature can feel the life fluid dripping from his wounds and the lethargy waiting to consume him, take him under, and lull him into a sleep that will last forever. There is a confused glimmer within the yellow irises.

What had he done? Why had they come? Why couldn’t they just leave him alone?

…Maybe the end would be swift. The hunger would disappear. He would be –

But he was mighty! He was a predator! He would not be cowed by humans and their sharps!

But he had been.

No! He rejected that reality! He refused to think that these mere mortal shells could bring him low, could—would—bury him this evening, could kill one such as him! He was…more! More than them. More than any of them!

And he was done holding back!!

The beast charges at the party, his massive wings swinging to and fro, cleaving through them with wide though sloppy swipes. He heard rather than saw the bodies being flung through the air and the sickening crunch of them meeting the stone walls of the Cavern. A feral grin spreads over his maw. He spins around, kicking at a stray Monster Hunter that immediately collapses to the ground from the impact. He yanks another from the air, the shape-shifted Druid yelling out a scream of pain before falling limp in the jaws of the beast and being spat on the floor.

His head suddenly ducks down, the glimmering shield of one small Faerin locked within his vision. His maw splits open and he chomps down on Hanno, attempting to swallow him whole.

Combat Log

Illumination rose by 20! AC is currently 50!

The Beast has enraged! Hold onto your butts!

The Party takes 25 damage from the Creature's Wing Attack A.
If you protected someone or attacked recklessly, take 50 damage instead.
If you were protected or attacked carefully, take 13 damage instead.

The Party takes 15 damage from the Creature's Wing Attack B.
If you protected someone or attacked recklessly, take 30 damage instead.
If you were protected or attacked carefully, take 7 damage instead.

Hanno takes 50 damage from the Creature's Bite Attack.

Lexiichuu · Jun 1, 2018

T H E T H I E F

1 3 0 8 / ? ? ? HP
count up when dealing damage

Illumination

“Its too dark to see! Keep the light bright so we may slay the beast!”
40 / 100

Current AC Bonus:
50

If Illumination rises to 75 or above, The Thief becomes easier to hit and has an AC Bonus of 25. Roll more than 25 (including modifiers) to hit him!

If Illumination drops to 25 or below, The Thief becomes harder to hit and has an AC Bonus of 75. Roll more than 75 (including modifiers) to hit him!

Disrupt The Beast

Disruptive attacks will keep The Beast from swallowing Hanno!
Lower this bar to free your party member.

Hanno is allowed to Disruptive Attack from within the creature’s mouth as well.

150 / 150
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Max word count has decreased to 500 Words!

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Players!

@Alric Stalwart @Rook the Quick @Ueno Mizuki @Noah Krane @Celestine @Milah @Hanno Futaba

Milah · Jun 1, 2018

65 HP

MAX 133 HP

85 EN

MAX 145 EN

-25 HP from Wing Attack A
-15 HP from Wing Attack B
-10 EN for Stable Attack
-05 EN for Damage Supplementation

Milah barely had time to react as the beast cried out in pain and anger, bristling as it charged towards the players and Monster Hunter faction members alike. Arms wrapped around the thorny wolf pup besides her, clutching him close to her chest, before the buffeting of coarse feathers and hide smacked the Felis multiple times. It sent her lithe flame sailing into one of the cavern walls with a solid *thuuud*, sliding to a stop on the floor as the brunette groaned audibly.

Even with the safety features enabled in her UI a part of Amelia wondered if she’d be physically feeling that particular smack tomorrow morning in the real world too, finally pushing the thought and pain away long enough to refocus on the battlefield. Whatever that fire thing was that Samson had been holding since the beginning now seemed to hover above--casting light again into the almost darkened cavern and making it easier to aim for the Thief.

Releasing the whimpering minipet, and ushering him back to the corner where Milah’s pack laid forgotten, the Felis stood again as she rubbed her shoulders to loosen them after the last impact. As far as her eyes could tell the beast looked quite beaten up, though she had to admire the fighting spirit it showed. Still Milah assumed it made sense, after all no predator (or any living being for that matter) would ever give up their life without a fight in most normal circumstances… it was either its life or theirs, and the Felis was sure the beast wouldn’t hesitate to kill them all if given the chance in order to ensure its own safety.

Hey ugly, just do us all a favor and give up already!

Perhaps they had rushed in too fast and without enough intel, perhaps the beast could have been dealt with in many other ways that involved less danger and repercussions for all parties involved, but those were big what ifs that would not be explored given the fact that the decision had already been made--nothing left but to carry it out to the end, and personally Milah didn’t felt like letting herself be killed by a massive guano shitting beast tonight.

There wasn’t much she could physically do, except use her aim to the best of her abilities, as the beast attempted to swallow the Faerin and his shield. Two arrows were pulled from her quiver, an unconscious action as the Felis was more focused on the unraveling events before her, and both were simultaneously nocked onto her bowstring as Milah took aim once more.

They flew true to their course, finding purchase on the soft flesh that connected the mandible to the neck. Milah hoped it was enough to aid Futaba in his escape...

Stable Attack on The Thief
(23 + 36) + 10 + 9 + 15 + 15 = 108 Total
Tracker | Roll
Target: 1,416 / ? ? ? HP

+10 from Stable Attack
+9 from Damage Supplementation
+15 from Proficient Range Mastery
+15 from Uncommon Ember Short Bow