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>>1917579

hill stuff:
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>>1917579
>> Continue marching through the streets

>>1917579

>>1917579
>> Continue marching through the streets

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>>1917848

With a short pause, you take your shaking hands and wipe them on the stomach of your torn shirt, the crimsons stains refusing to come clean. Undeterred by the sheer volume of blood on your hands and clothing, you continue on until you find yourself face to face with an imperial officer.

There is no panic or fear on his face as you come onto the street, witnessing the man crying out to his men to rally and stand fast. Between his dwindiling band of survivors and the cracked, bullet laden ground you tread is a veritable necropolis of men. Cadalonian and Munisian.

A rifle is drawn upon the barricades, the officer readying himself to give his last breath for this ground. You see no confidence in his posture nor that of the surviving half dozen warriors around him, but their is bitterness there. They aim to sell their lives dearly.

> Diplomacy, you're technically on their side

> Burn their pathetic barricade with Lantern

> Get up close and show them the power an enraged starborn wields

> Write-In

>>1917924
>> Get up close and show them the power an enraged starborn wields
bark

>>1917924
> Diplomacy, you're technically on their side
d i p l o t t a c k

>>1917924
>> Diplomacy, you're technically on their side

>>1917946
>>1917944
>>1917939

Roll me 1d20 flat best of 3.

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>1917958

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>1917958
check this 2

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>1917958

Rolled 2 (1d2)

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE- wait I'm late. Shucks.

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>1921311
And I messed up the roll.

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>>1917962

Sorry for no updates, blame the tabletop crowd for making an epic session even more epic.

"Move." You say simply, gesturing at them to comply with a flicked wrist, "Your between me and the rebels."

"I... I cannot simply abandon-" The offcier begins replying,

Cutting him off is simple, your monotone voice seems to carry in the still air uncannily, "Move and I kill the rebels. Do not and you die too." Colour drains from some of his men as hesitation sinks in. "Refusing my help would be very foolish."

"Why should we trust you?" He shouts, "Lay down your weapons!"

"I'm unarmed. My Godess and I have grudges to settle." You pause, twenty feet from the barricades. "Move."

Silenceas two assault rifles point at you and many swords are readied. One assault rifle's barrel weaves and bobs with the uncertainty and fear of it's wielder. The officer''s is resolute even as he barks his command, "Let her through, weapons trained in case of treachery."

As thanks you simply leap into their midst, only landing for a half second in which the unit tries to track you. They fail. As with a fraction of your top speed you begin hopping through the last open space behind the desperate bulwark, faster than any but perhaps the officer can percieve. Each leap is further than theprevious as some inner beast within you begins straining at it's bindings...

The smell of Darna is stronger than you have ever smelled, Minerva burns like a bonfire within your gut, the black column of smoke seems to beckon you inward like a warm friend's embrace as you soar towards it.

The sqaure awaits, a calamitous melee of Rebel, Imperial, Cadalonian, Munisian, Lizardman, Animal person, Orc... Everything.

> Let Loose The Purps of War, The Burning Beacon of Blood

> Follow your nose

> Focus on the Cadalonian Warriors.

> Write-In

>>1922130

> Follow your nose

>>1922130
>> Follow your nose

>>1922340
>>1922309

I need a 1d20.

>>1922420
Rolled 7 (1d20)

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>1922420

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>1922420
2

Rolled 3 (1d20)

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With a straight face you simply lose your eyes and sniff the air, skirting around the edge of combat save for throwing disarray into a line of charging Cadalonians by sweeping a kick through a pair of their legs as you simply skip and weave through the battle like some kind of vengeful apparition.

The battle is bloody, heated and costly on all sides yet it is muted and grey in your vision and perception whilst a small teenager in black seems to become more and mor eprominent by the second. She doesn't look like anything impressive, but the way the Cadalonians avoid her gaze as they stream past to reinforce the final push marks her as a person of import.

With a quick slap you parry an axe to the side and slam your fist into the offending woman's jaw hard enough to send her careening into the large fountain behind her. A space opens up around you at the display of power, granting free passage to the square's entranceway.

The girl stands, not alone. Beside her is a distinctly un-right creature, it's posture is too correct. The wings folded upon it's side fold too neatly into it's dress. The mask on it's face is evidently crystalline in nature, covering her eyes and slim nose, though her mouth and skin indeed appear porcelain too.

Darna's taint is so strong here that you begin to wonder if this is osme avatar of her form.

> Minerva what is she?

> Focus on the girl

> Attack

> Write-In

>>1924990
>> Minerva what is she?

>>1924990
> Minerva what is she?
> How do I kill her?

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>>1925169
>>1925097

"What is she and how do I kill it."

I don't quite believe it, but my daughter has manifested one of her servants

So like... a steward?

Divine servants are named angels. The Angel of Darna is-

"Heya, you look mighty peeved at Keeper for something." A slightly mocking playful voice calls to you from the side, the girl with gauntlets has her arms behind her back and is smirking at you. "Wanna know a secret?"

"No."

"I know who you arrreee." She sing-songs making you want to put her teeth down her throat.

> Do that

> Attack the Keeper

> Talk

> Write-In

>>1925276
>> Do that

>>1925276
>Talk

>>1925276
> Attack the Keeper

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>>1925277

Every time.

Rolled 3 (1d3)

>>1925296
Il roll a d3 to see which one il change 2

>>1925276
> Do that

>>1925301
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>>1925277

1d20 to punch a bitch in the mouth.

>>1925276
>Do that

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>1925303
2

>>1925305

Guessing we're activating contentment's ability if someone doesn't crit suceed?

Contentment - 1 per thread rather than roll, take a 10 on any 1d20 roll

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>1925303
>>1925305
Omfg right off the bat

>>1925307
This is new
But il be down to use it

>>1925307
Yeah.

need 1 more roll in case of a 20.

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>1925323

This is for you, sunfucker.

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>>1925277

> 10

You spin and lash out with a punch that collides with her jawline, hitting hard enough for the air between you two to gust and flee from the point of impact swiftly enough to shake some of the blood from your clothes and hair. Her head whips back for only a second and her feet remain planted where they stood.

When her retort blows the wind from your lungs and sends you tumbling head over heels and to a knee you can only widen your eyes at the casualness in her posture. One hand remains behind her back, but the one which struck you is shook in front of her, "Wow you didn't die. Living up to my expectations."

Straightening up sends a dull ache through your stomach and chest, but your dimunitive attacker only beams, "And ya stood up! See, this is why you're the villain! This is why you're my reflection!" This girl is really expressive with her hands, in fact some detached part of you thinks you'd find it sickening outside of this robotic angry state you're in.

"Who even are you?" You monotone as you begin heading back towards the girl.

"I'm Maria and I'm just like you "Purps." I'm the champion of Darna. Everyone just calls me The Fist of Darna though." She skips the first step before seeming to serious up as she walks towards you.

"[THE FIST OF DARNA] huh?" There's a shiver running through your body as you realize you've just accidentally titled this woman. Both of your pace quicken as you begin charging with fists cocked back, "Time to die cannibal."

The gauntlets on her arms have suddenly fused to her flesh, but Maria doesn't bat an eye as she begins sprinting forward every bit as swiftly as you. "Villains never win Sunslave!" She shouts as your clash is imminent.

Boss Fight: Fist of Darna

> [PRIDE] LANTERN

> [ZEN] Sunshine Fist

> [DETERMINATION] You're stronger than her, slugfest it is

> Write-In

>>1925350
>> [PRIDE] LANTERN

>>1925350
>> [ZEN] Sunshine Fist

>>1925350
>[DETERMINATION] You're stronger than her, slugfest it is

>>1925350

> [DETERMINATION] You're stronger than her, slugfest it is

>>1925407
>>1925377
>>1925361
>>1925355

Gimme Gimme Gimme your dice. 1d20 best of 3 no crits active.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1925410

Who needs gods anyway?

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>1925410

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>1925410
yeet

got to run errands. update after that. Dice called. We gon smack a bitch.

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>>1925417

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_TUTJ0klnKk

You clash and the two of you connect with each other in a diaply of ferocity that shatters the girl's front tooth in two. You feel your legs shake as you plant yourself to try and resist her blow, your nose breaking and bursting as the anvil like fist forces you back a step.

Your knee slams into her gut, pushing her back so you can unload two viscous dagger-like jabs into her that leave holes in the building behind her and the ground beneath you. She's grinning as she comes back at you as surely as the tide and even parrying her blows results in you being blown across the street, you hear metal on metal as the girl applauds.

"See! This is what I expect from my rival!" Maria grins, "Ready for more?"

However her face darkens as her compatriot leans down and looks her in the eye. Something seems to pass between them.

"I'm not going home!" She shouts at The Keeper, "This is the first encounter! We need to at least fight to a finish!"

> Sucker punch Keeper

> Sucker punch Maria

> Lantern Up

> Zen Up

> Write-In

>>1925612
>> Lantern Up

>>1925612
> Lantern Up

>>1925612
> Sucker punch the Keeper

Bitch ain't you start walking away from this.

>>1925612
> Lantern Up

>>1925612
> Sucker punch Maria

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>>1925618
>>1925702
>>1925703

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eOGkZsuFILU

You are in no mood to mess around, nor let the mastermind's of Luc's death slip away, your connection to your patron seems stronger than ever in this moment as your ineterests are one. "MINERVA'S LANTERN!"

The background noise of battle and warfare falls silent as suddenly the town is bathed in purple fire, the expulsion a much fiercer explosion than there ever has been as you step into second gear. Steam surrounds your body through this transformation as the blood and guts staining your figure are purged and burnt like the refuse it truly is. Everyone in Mido pauses for those four seconds that your pillar of urple flame rises to the sky, then for ten more once it has concentrated itself umpteen times to rest in the flickering burning aura around your body.

Maria glares at her companion and steps forward, raising her fists in a boxer's guard while her face lights up in the thrill of combat - no the thrill and surprise of a challenge. "It's time to get serious." You warn her, rolling your neck and tensing your calves while emerging from the steam cloud you've caused.

"Is it? Well then try this on for size; Repeated normal punches!" She dashes at you at full speed.

> See how she likes running into fire

> Explode

> Dodge

> Write-In

>>1925711
> See how she likes running into fire

>>1925711
> write-In

Dodge, and set the path she rushes at aflame.
Charging into a wall of fire AND not hitting would be a nice combo.

>>1925711
>> Explode
Give her shit for her shit move name
No way she can win when her moves dont sound cool

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>>1925711
>write in
BLOCK BLOCK BLOCK BLOCK BLOCK BLOCK BLOCK BLOCK BLOCK BLOCK BLOCK BLOCK

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>>1925719

4-way tie and 2 write ins locking it up.

This isn't just tying anymore.

This is advanced tying.

>>1925719
>>1925725
switching to this

>>1925722
I'll support this

>>1925773
>>1925771
>>1925758
>>1925725
>>1925722
>>1925719


New vote

> Explode

> Dodge and Burn where she lands

>>1925778
> Dodge and Burn where she lands

>>1925778
> Dodge and Burn where she lands

>>1925778

>>1925784
>>1925778
> Dodge and Burn where she lands
I'm a moron

>>1925788
>>1925783
>>1925780
>>1925784

1d20+1 for Lantern.

Rolled 4 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1925790

Rolled 8 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1925790
2

Rolled 11 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1925790

Wew.

Rolled 11 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1925790

>>1925794
>>1925793
>>1925791

Writing.

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>>1925804

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8eSrmSsz7mQ

Each step you take back is acompanied by bobbing, weaving, ducking and sidestepping as this girl's arms become a flur of movement that you track more by instinct and anticipation than actual perception and planning. The ground beneath you is torn asunder like limp straw as Maria's full power is brought to bear.

Within two of her reckless punches, the ground is scarred and reeling like a stormy sea, allowing you to use you enigma to hop onto slopes that she must dig her fists into to climb. As she leaps and swings a hook in mid air, you jump and land on the ensuing rubble as it soars into the air.

With the ground high above you, the underside of this floating debris becomes the firing platform for your firey breath as you inhale and exhale pure purple death in a torrential inferno.

She moves instantly, her combat sense perhaps more developed than any of her commonsense despite her limited age. The world is a blur of moevement as you begin hopping through the ruined street, making your best effort to keep the line of fire on the cannibal scum.

Buildings are reduced to kindling for your purple wildfire as Maria sprints past their ruined forms; the girl sliding along the ground under the collapse of an inn with your firebreath trailing just a hair behind.

Lungs are a sadly finite thing and you feel your chest beginning to burn with exretuon as she continues her free-flowing dodge with a roll and jump that lead into each other as smooth as silk.

Screams as soldiers throughout the square are cooked in their armour and flesh is reduced to nothing but blistering hide in the collateral damage of the attack slicing through the town and both sides' finest like tissue paper.

Slamming your mouth shut you pant slightly allowing your lungs to rapidly take in more a. This attempt to right yourself appears to be in vain as suddenly, despite being so high from the ground; The Keeper floats before you, surrounded by a nest of black wings.

Her hands lie open before her in a pose that promises doom and a ball of blackness that dwarfs you, has rapidly grown before your eyes.

> You still have the aura that means you have lantern; burn the bitch

> Try to Dodge

> Try to kick her off balance

> Write-In

>>1925877
> You still have the aura that means you have lantern; burn the bitch
Something something disco inferno

>>1925877

Jump em, hold em down, proceed to LANTERN UP!

>>1925877
>> You still have the aura that means you have lantern; burn the bitch

>>1925877
> You still have the aura that means you have lantern; burn the bitch

>>1925907
>>1925892
>>1925882
>>1925880

1d20+1 as always 18+ is instant kill on fire attacks, so let's see if you can off an angel tier in 1 shot.

Rolled 19 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1925931
Fuck off Darna punk

Rolled 4 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1925931
Nothing personnel kid

Rolled 8 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1925931
>>1925942
But it is very personal

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>>1925942
>>1925940

CALLED

FUCK POWERLEVELS

FUCK STAR'S PLANS

BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY DARNA;

FUCK YOUUUUUUU

>>1925954
>Planning your story
>Starborn
It's like you want us to smash the tracks star

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>>1925950
>>1925942
>>1925940
>>1925907
>>1925892
>>1925882
>>1925880
>>1925971

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eOGkZsuFILU

"DIE!" You scream in a burst of fury that you didn't think you would sink into, plunging into and through the black ball to grip the throat of The Keeper as she prepares her attack. She is as mute as ever, even when your fire explodes outwards and vapourizes her attack and the surrounding vicinity like some behemoth bomb.

"He didn't get to scream." You reveal as your burning hands begin prizing off the mask of The Keeper. Both of your knees firmly planted on the divine being's throat to stop it speaking or resisting as you both plummet to the ground and across the sky like a puprle meteor from your strike. "You wont either." You vow.

Both of you collide with the already collapsed cieling of some barracks or garrison strongpoint; the concrete rupturing and melting in your wake as you yank the face piece of with a savage grunt of herculean effort. Before ramming it into her porcelain imitation of a shocked expression again and again.

The piece of shadowy metal is melting and bonding to your hand as you treat it like some kind of pickaxe that you begin plunging at, against, into and then through her mockery of a mortal face with screamed insults in a variety of languages. The mask soon begins to show cracks and the signs of melting before it breaks into a thousand pieces. Beneath lies some insectoid maw, the thing opening in a scream of horror as you jam your hands between the pincers.

Black acid stings your fingers even as your flame nullifies it with intense heat, the steam blocking your vision of the black carapaced thing with wings that works for the Moon Godess. You inhale.

And breathe fire right down it's throat.

The thing begins to howl at a pitch which sends blood streaming from your ears.

But you hold on with your breaking bleeding hands onto the screaming monster, whilst you breathe fire into the now bloating, malformed and glowing creature...

https://youtu.be/23aj7dbFyJw?t=11

Everything explodes.

Everything hurts for just a second.

Everything goes dark.

Save for a single beam of light.

> [DETERMINATION] Dig to the light

> [PITY] Give up

> [CRUSADER] Whatever is happening is stopping you from killing.

> Write-In

>>1926005
> [CRUSADER] Whatever is happening is stopping you from killing.
Deus Vult

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>>1926005
Also: Note to Self. Level up at end of this session.

>>1926005
>> [DETERMINATION] Dig to the light

>>1926005
>> [DETERMINATION] Dig to the light

>>1926005
> [PITY] Give up

As if anyone would vote with me.

>>1926029
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>>1926019
>>1926011

Give me a flat 1d20 please

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>1926035
UNYIELDING
DETERMINATION

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>1926035
2

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>1926035

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>1926035

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>1926035

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>>1926148

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1xoEZQ0FMEM

You scramble at your surroundings with eveyr muscle in your body, depserately hoping for some kind of purchase. The rock does not give easily, your leg transmits agony from somewhere in this rubble as you yank yourself towards the beam of light in sheer determination.

Your arms ache and stick to every surface, slick with fresh and drying blood. You are clung to by a sick overwhelming pressure which you fight with every fibre of your soul, feeling the ashen remains of those nearby as you begin shifting your body weight from side to side.

Something gives and you work a wrist free, with a clenched fist you strike around the area of lessening pressure - launchins something across whatever world lays beyond this darkened oblivion. You begin clutching at yourself when the feeling on your left arm lessens and you feel vibrations coming to you from the other end of that light.

Trying to call out, your voice refuses to work; instead you redouble and retriple your efforts at freeing your left arm. The sweat gathering on your body and the blood from the thousands of minute cuts all combining into enough lubrication to pull yourself a little bit higher. From there, in this crouched, almost prone huddled form - your lever your right arm free with a sickening crack.

You silently cry out, either deafened or muted by the explosion... which is uncertain. When from above, the rubble parts and you see the face of your angel.

Her eye is red and puffy, face bruised and twisted into terror. The eyeptach on her right eye is immaculate as ever, but her hat has been discarded. Her eye lights up as despite the earlier tragedy, she smiles in pure relief.

Her mouth moves in an expression thanking Gods as she begins bodily hauling rubble off you as a woman possessed.

> Kiss her

> Hug her

> Try to explain what happened

> Write-In

>>1926153
>> Kiss her

>>1926153
> Hug her
Ask her where her hat is

>>1926153
> Hug her

>>1926158
Dont want to kiss her with all the blood over us

>>1926153
>Hug her

>>1926153
>> Kiss her

>>1926153
>Hug her.

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>>1926158

1d20-3 please.

Rolled 8 - 3 (1d20 - 3)

>>1926203
Finna nat 1

Rolled 18 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>1926203

Rolled 1 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>1926203

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>1926213
Really on the fucking hug roll!!??>>1926209

>>1926233
>>1926213
>>1926210
>>1926209

Called.

PREPARE FOR ARMAGEDDON

/comfy/

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>>1926209

You try to smile and find yourself unable to. So instead you reach out to embrace Honamurei, words failing you as all the emotions of the past day come flooding back and overtaking you like a flood of pain as the sight of your lover shakes you from the dull anger that has coloured the entirety of your world since your rampage...

Silently you simply adress her by name muttering "Lisbeth." .s she begins to rush towards you a lot faster than she should as twin lances of pain stab through your legs.

As your attempt to hug rapidly turns into a tumbling tackle tackle, Honamurei manages to catch you with ease, scooping you up as if you weighed nothing while you simply stare up at her. Her lips move and form words but none of them reach you and you indicate as such. Though you regret that when she frowns.

From your vantage point in her arms you see the town has become wrapped in a strange black fog, from which Lexington is striding looking rather tired. The spear he rarely wields has tasted blood; but the main draw for your gaze is your saw at his hip. There is a conversation happening between the two, but you hear naught until Lexington puts a glowing hand on your temple.

I'm using me magic to teach ye somethin'. Say the words exactly, even though you won't understand them.

He's right words start flooding into your mind in a strange tongue, sounding almost snakelike or reptillian on it's use of hard "S"s and "H"s.

> Repeat the words

> Dealer I'd like to be healed please

> I can be injured until we get out of here (Char switch)

> Write-In

>>1926371
> Repeat the words

>>1926371
> Repeat the words

>>1926371
Repeat the words
But can we change who we are?
Be hona

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>>1926387
>>1926385

You repeat the words as they come into your mind, an orange glow forming around your body as you begin to feel your legs knitting themselves back together. As the... magic... takes hold the taste of cinammon begins to fill your mouth and every part of your body seems to on the verge of physically vibrating.

Hona lets you down to your feet at some time during this as you hear the ominous silence surrounding your little mound of rubble - with uncertainty you look down at the disapearing scars on the back of your hands and turn them over. The orange fire covering your skin isn't just restoring your flesh & bone, your outfit seems to be restored and even your hair is shortened to what you consider your natural state.

"What the fuck." You say simply.

Yes. What the Fuck. Minerva echoes in your mind.

"We can deal with that later." Lex says with a hard look. "Tell her that Versilkas taught you."

I heard. He's not Versilkas He's been dead for centuries.

"She said-"

"Not important."

"Vhat is important is ve must get to academy yes?" Honamurei says as it is obvious you're not about to let this go. "Vell... after ve get our pound of flesh."

> [SHAME] Try to apologise for leaving on a rampage

> [WORRY] What happened with... his uh... the... uh...Luc

> [DETERMINATION] What's the plan Lex

> Write-In

>>1926527

> [DETERMINATION] What's the plan Lex

>>1926534
Seconding

>>1926527
> [DETERMINATION] What's the plan Lex

>>1926572
>>1926549
>>1926534

Heading to bed, will continue tomorrow.

>>1926527
> [WORRY] What happened with... his uh... the... uh...Luc

>>1926527
>> [DETERMINATION] What's the plan Lex

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>>1926718
>>1926572
>>1926549
>>1926534

"You dropped this." Lexington simply says as he presses your saw into your palm. "I think we're going to need it."

"Lexington, what's our plan?" You ask somewhat hesitantly while testing out your restored legs. Slipping the glove which connects to your buzzsaw on is so easy that you don't even notice you've done it until the familiar weight of steel rests at your side.

"Vell ve packed everything into ze vagon. Vhich is now shrunken down very small!" Hona chirps,

"So now we just push through. But problem is-"

"It's a warzone." You answer.

"No, the main problem is that I have no idea what the amount of Darnite magic you release will do to the people affected by that explosion."

"Vait, she killed something and it is somehow still messing vith everyone?" Hona's mouth scrunches in contemplation, "Vy don't I hear anyvun then?"

Now that Honamurei mentions it, there is absolute silence out in the blackess beyond the light. Your little sanctuary of vision actually seems to be some kind of sphere emitted from Lexington.

"It's one of my wards. I expected it to be useful against poisoning attempts. Not whatever this is. The fact it triggers tells me it was something nasty."

"Vell, shall ve dance?" Hona asks, flicking blood off her sword and reloading her gun.

> Yes let's cut through whatever's out there

> No, I have a different plan

> Talk about something else (What)

> Write-In

>>1928224
>> Yes let's cut through whatever's out there

>>1928224
>> Yes let's cut through whatever's out there

>>1928224
>> Yes let's cut through whatever's out there

>>1928224
> Yes let's cut through whatever's out there


>"Vell, shall ve dance?"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V_UyLbu29Lw

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>>1928403
>>1928234
>>1928231

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UJ-DAOI8vuM

"Yes. Let's get out of here."

As one you all step into the air and land in the rubble, all three ready to face whatever comes into your bubble of light from the inky swirling darkness all around.

"Okay, so we're in the South end o the square. The big fire would be that way..." Lexington mutters to himself as he tries to navigate by memory.

Something stirs to your right and you see some loose stones fall, disturbed as if someone skittered by them. Immediately your saw is in claw form and you begin scanning the darkness, warily backing up to Lex.

Honamurei's back presses into yours as her lone eye narrows in a bid to see whoever is lurking beyond your protection. More noises ahead of you, focusing your gaze at the ground where you can see the slight changes in the darkness as something moves through it with speed. Slight disturbances to the right, left, noises of movement overlapping and crisscrossing....

"We're surrounded." You realize...

Something in your periphery makes you act as Lex's barrier seems to ripple in an explosion of black, purple and orange...

> Duck and slash upwards with claws

> Kick, stop it's momentum dead in midair

> Activate Chink in Chain Throw claws, Impale.

> Write-In

>>1928428
>> Activate Chink in Chain Throw claws, Impale.

>>1928428
This >>1928430

>>1928428
>> Activate Chink in Chain Throw claws, Impale.

>>1928444
>>1928436
>>1928430

1d20 pls.

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>1928510
But fine, he can have mine

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>1928510
2

>>1928518
YES FINALLY

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>1928510
Oh lordy.

>>1928525
>>1928521
>>1928518
>>1928517

Gonna give a bonus for calling your shot (eventually)

will write in a minute.

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>1928510

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>>1928525
>>1928521
>>1928518
>>1928517
>>1928673

With a twist of your body both claws are launched from your hands and impale the creature through what you hope is something akin to a chest, it's carapace shattering and folding inwards as natural defences fail as your ability ignores them.

The creature's momentum is stopped in mid air and it seems to rapidly degrade back into the black smoke of Darna as your killing blow begins to work.

With a writihing flash, some sort of desperate last gasp, the thing lunges at Lexington with savage hunger. Your decision is made faster than you even notice, simply reached once you see genuine concern on his face.

You throw your back in the path of the creature and feel some kind of thrusting implement embed itself in your shoulder, a bizarre and horrifying bite that you are glad you only feel instead of see.

Something attempt to burrow into the hole, only for your body to flare in purple fire and incinerate the last remains of the creature and whatever was being injected into your body. The bite wound caterizing under the immense heat, most importantly - by shiedling Lex you see Hona easily dispatch two of the monsters herself.

"Thanks." Lex says quietly as he runs a glowing evaluatory gaze over the dissapating corpses, "That would have probably got me."

"Don't mention it." You say with one of your false smiles, "Get us out of here."

None of you starborn or that tiny troll will escape. None who dare pay tribute to my Mother will leave alive... One of the dying Monsters clicks and whirs with a voice clearly not it's own This town is mine for only a short time. But long enough to vanquish you ageless blights.

"Vhat is this madness?" Hona asks.

Grabbing the creature by it's crystal like bladed legs, you haul it up into the air and toss it bodily across town. "Darna doesn't want us to leave."

> Starborn 36: Paint it Red Fin

Level up ASAP

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>1928708
Bugs!!??
Mind bugs
Purge with fire

Also hona is i troll??
I thought she just lived with giants
Her dady fuck one??
Oh my

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Level Up Time:

Purps

Title;

Firefly - Every attack using fire has a DC18 check for Insta kill. Minerva’s Flame stacks (1 per fight ability)

Enigma;

Wall Walking
Weapon: Buzzsaw on wire
Title: The Purple Firefly,
Magic: Purps cannot into magic

Emotions:

Gratitude MAX
Determination - 1 Form; - 1 Ability -
Curiosity - 1 Form
Relief - 1 Ability
Pride - 1 Ability
Frustration - 1 Form
Contentment - 1 Ability
Shame - 1 Passive
Cruelty - 1 Ability
Worry - 1 Ability 1 Passive
Lust - 1 Ability 1 Form
Zen - 1 Form (Situational) 1 passive - 1 Ability
Fear - 1 Form
Love - 1 Ability
Pity - 1 passive
Grief - 1 passive

Forms:

Frustration = Wire Claws
Determination = Polearm Buzzsaw
Lust = Razor Whip
Curiosity = Double Saw
Zen = Steward of Minerva
Fear = Buzzshield
Gratitude = Buzz Gauntlets

Abilities:

Pride - Minerva’s Lantern; You are doused in purple flame, this can be channeled as a AOE burst around you or can be inhaled then exhaled as fire breath in a cone in front of you.
Gratitude - Magnetic Pulse; 1d20 can attract or repel projectiles or light objects
Contentment - 1 per thread rather than roll, take a 10 on any 1d20 roll
Determination - No Sell; When hit by an enemy with an ability or other special attack roll an opposed 1d20. If higher, no sell that attack (once per thread ability)
Relief - Recharge one ability (Once per thread)
Cruelty - Chink in the chain, next attack ignores armour or other defense ups (1d20 opposed)
Worry - Sympathy Pains; take the damage meant for one ally on yourself.
Lust - On the Pull; Strike with saw then drag the opponent close with wire, does not work with non wire forms
Zen - Foreimages; creates an illusion of having multiple pairs of arms holding your weapon to disguise your strikes and confuse opponents
Love - Summon Thing; Summons a little ball of pure joy and happiness. You can close your eyes to see it’s perspective, but that’s it.

Passives;

Worry; Able to tell when an ally will be taken out of battle by an attack (and whether it’s a death or maiming)
Gratitude; saving an ally makes your next attack more powerful
Minerva’s Flame; Get +2 to anything involving flame
Shame; In any interpersonal/ social roll 1 fail may be re-rolled (excludes crit fails)
Mastery II; Can negate 1 failure to maintain + use abilities and weapons in zen form + receive +2 (stacks) on all rolls
Pity; In battle, can roll to see if surrendering enemies are genuine
Grief; When Fighting against Undead, Zen and Divine Zen are unable to be activated. But Pride gets 2 charges of dragonbreath or detonation

Traits:
CRUSADER - Must make a DC15 WP save to not attack followers of Darna
Sunshine Fist - Martial Arts style based around block & counter techniques
Force Flashback - Purps can risk trying to force a flashback, the DC is always 75+ and failing can lead to harsh punishments

Choose 1:

> DETERMINATION PASSIVE

> LUST PASSIVE

> PRIDE FORM

>>1929079
> PRIDE FORM

Not even our final form

>>1929079
>Pride

>>1929079
>> DETERMINATION PASSIVE

>>1929079
>> PRIDE FORM
not like we'll ever use it but eh

>>1929079
>>Pride Form

>>1929079
>We have the ability to take 10 for any roll once per thread.

How often do we use this again?
It seems amazing

>>1929215
It's the Take 10 rule in tabletop games, only permitted in dangerous as opposed to unrushed situations and only once per thread.

>>1929079
>DETERMINATION

>>1929079

> DETERMINATION PASSIVE

>>1929244
>Only permitted in dangerous situations
>Says any 1d20

I kinda feel bad I never thought about how overpowered purps can be some(all) the time

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> When people actually see all the things they never write-in with.

THIS IS WHY I SAY PURPS IS BULLSHIT

>>1929289
That part only makes sense with the entire sentence. (Also it was badly written.) Take 10 rule normally only applies in situations where you're not under stress and there are no real consequences for failure. You're generally NOT allowed to use it, say, in a fight or during a chase or any situation involving possible serious consequences.

Contentment, on the other hand, is a blanket permission- you can use it on anything once a thread. That's all I meant to say.

>>1930634
>>1929289

Contentment's ability is almost a get out of jail free card. If you roll badly or crit fail you can use it. But like most abilities, I don't prompt it. I need anons to suggest or write in it - which is why the CS is posted after every OP.

>>1929079
> PRIDE FORM
Cant wait for her to get a crown from this.
But uer theres alot of things she has
And iv kinda forogren about woops

>>1930639
If we up the lust would our sex get better?
Or just be hornyer?

>>1930651

When using an emotion is becomes' purps' entire being. So we'd become terrifyingly horny when using lust in battle.

>>1930665
When the people we fighting find out that the water thats been droping on them isnt water

Also about the wright ins and all her moves im mostly voteing from my phone durning my work breaks
So cant really cant type up cool combos
You give good wnguh options as is