Shadowcaller wrote: ↑Mar 01, 2023 11:40 pm
[Tower of Oujet]
One zombie down, two playing a game of twister.
If there are any other Anika will charge them and give them a nice shave and haircut.
She will continue to act as a bearber for the zombies that get close. Just running about tearing off random limbs for the undead that they might feel they needed to move.
Magtok wrote: ↑Mar 10, 2023 9:46 am
Not a fight goes by where Saint Lazarus isn't grateful for the presence of her armor, but this seems like an
especially wonderful time to be covered in iron plating. Those obsidian teeth will surely crack and shatter on her armor, but even if they don't, even if some foul magic is empowering them, or they wise up and start gnawing at joints and her neck, that's what the zweihander is for. Pulling it out of the side of the bus, she twirls the blade's grip in her palms, a little twisting motion before she clamps her hands down on the sword's hilt and goes to town on those toothy tentacles.
"HAAAAGH!" she screams, before doing her best lumberjack impersonation as she sets about felling every tentacle she can. Maybe once she's cleared a path and cut through enough of the awful eel-esque abominations, she can bury her huge sword into the squidbus's skull, but for now all her energy is on cutting and slicing, as well as stomping down on any serpentine appendage that dares slither underfoot. This bus is going down and she doesn't care how many stupid mouths it's going to take to get there.
[Tower of Oujet]
Laz just tears into those tentacles but they are, of course, a distraction. They exist for the sole purpose of keeping her occupied to prevent her from doing damage to parts of the squidbus that are actually important for it to continue to function. Like its head. Or the places where the tings attach to the body. If those got messed up then this thing would be in real trouble!
But no.
It's going to keep sprouting more of those awful snake-like chompy bits to continue biting at Laz. Sure they have a lot of trouble getting through her armor, but that really doesn't matter. So long as she's occupied they're doing their job.
This is, of course, when things get worse.
A large bloody boil bulges up out of the monster's impure flesh in Laz' proximity, rapidly growing larger until it explodes violently. This of course sprays boiling blood chalk full of corrupt chaos magic everywhere like some sort of eldritch bomb.
Meanwhile!
Anika savages some more zombies!
About the time this is happening something ELSE important happens.
Remember that little circle symbol on the controls for the giant magical death laser?
It's filled up and now it's making a quiet but rather insistent beeping noise, causing the big red SHOOT! button to begin flashing. Will Anika manage to see through the haze of battle and realize that there's a nice big tempting button to push?
Stay tuned!
Murkus wrote: ↑Mar 18, 2023 11:33 pm[Clutching Pearls]
Vargain listens quite patiently to Lapis as he follows her along, gradually returning to the forest floor himself... and he laughs richly as the pearl plunks to the forest floor.
"The luck of children..." He intones with a shake of his head, smiling.
"While I don't know that I agree with your mother, Lapis, far be it from me to put you off such an attitude. There are many worse ways to think," says Vargain. He looks up amongst the trees.
"Do you truly believe our kindness goes somewhere, Lapis? That it might come back to us? And what of our misdeeds, then?"
[Clutching Pearls]
The trees are certainly dense here, great stretching glowing things with park of deep glittering purples shot through with veins of electric blue and crimson. All manner of little creatures are scurrying about on their own ineffable errands. And of course the ape is up there taking bites out of the muffin in between screeching at ANOTHER ape that has realized that the first ape has food that he doesn't.
"Luck isn't real Mister Vargain it's just pretend," Lapis says as she stows the pearl in her inventory along with the other ones. That mostly consists of stuffing it into her backpack which by all accounts shouldn't be able to hold all the nonsense she has in there. She sounds extremely certain of her proclamation there. The sort of certainty usually reserved for children who don't know any better.
"Mother knows lots of things about things, she's really big and really smart!" Lapis declares as she pushes some luminous grasses aside to reveal another clearing. This one is dominated by a huge mound of vegetation easily twenty feet tall. From its broad peak comes motes of blue-green light that drift up into the air and vanish in little pops of luminescence like soap bubbles. A quiet humming sound drifts from the mound and little colorful birds are flitting about, poking at the motes with their beaks.
Lapis begins trudging up the hill.
It's pretty steep!
"Goodness and truth and beauty and justice are all real things, Mister Vargain. Maybe even more real than anything else! And you can always make more. But sometimes people get confused about what those things are and mistake them for other things because people aren't Correct. My Path is all about dividing. And sometimes if you divide something then people can see really easy which parts are nice and which parts are icky," Lapis rambles as she grasps a tuft of thick cerulean grass to help pull herself further up the slope.
"Bad stuff isn't really real, though. It's like cold and dark. A thing that just has so little warmth and light in it that people don't like it. People know know how to tell. Sometimes they just need a little help remembering!"
[A Rooster's Flight]
Oh for goodness sake.
The Rooster is stilling missing everything Zee's saying.
Okay, you know what, fine. Fine! She'll just have to be a bit more overt about this won't she?
With terrified animal stampeding around Zee she takes a deep breath, heedless of the dangers of being trampled, and speaks again. But this time there is
weight behind the words as she invokes one of the spheres of her Path.
Information.
"Be heedful."
"Is THAT better?" she calls out, her words burrowing into the bird's psyche like maggots into mushy, over-ripe fruit. "Are you listening NOW? I sure hope so because I'll say again, you're getting a choice here. Either stop burning down villages or you're going to be in big trouble, mister."
Zee's pretty certain the bird will hear THAT time. This is one of those problems with the human form she usually uses. It's so generic that the high and mighty types ignore her sometimes! Sure she could just unbind herself but she would really prefer to avoid doing that unless violence actually happens.