Combat Event log 7/20/18

[2018-07-20 17:28] [user]DM Event[/user]: The crowd went wild as they all sang and danced with the music of the bard, it was clear that a few husbands would be going home to sleep in the doghouse with the way they gawked and oogled the bard on the disc as she danced and sang for all. Children sang and clapped and drinks seemed to be sold left and right with merriment and cheer filling the arena as her voice filled the entire venue.

Confetti rained down upon the arena  as the cheers continued, flowers were thrown in the direction of the bard while the obvious wolf calls and whistles from the clearly aroused bachelors that were present were hoping that their obviously poor advances would draw the attention of the bard and maybe even push their luck and fulfill some sort of personal and unlikely fantasies.

“Now! Let the combatants enter the arena! Bring on our brave fighters!”

The trumpets sounded off once more as they announced the entrance of the combatants into the bloodsands. The iron gate that separated them and their stage dropped and revealed them to the crowd that went wild as they wondered who and what had been brave enough to volunteer and fight these marvels.

“Fighters! Present yourselves to the queen and state your desire to gain her favor!”

The dwarven voice roared through the speakers as the arena suddenly went dead quiet, everyone’s eyes and ears were upon those presents as they wondered who they were and what was their purpose in being present before her in this event.

[2018-07-20 17:32] *[user]Marcus Nash[/user] smiled as he put away his weapons for now. His Modifications done for now, brushing his duster off he light up a cigarette and wandered into the arena proper. The Roguish smile on his face seemed to draw light in towards his smile. Taking a look out at the roaring crowd and the Bard currently belting out a few tunes and causing a few pitched tents, he could see why a few wives might get mad. Then again, god didn't give men enough blood to think with both heads at the same time so it was obvious which one was hogging the thinking power. He gave a Flamboyant and over exaggertated bow towards the queen as he gave a little finger waggle at a few members of the Legion he saw, a knowing smile on his face.
[2018-07-20 17:40] *[user]Kaori Battler[/user] loved music but had hardly been given the ample time he needed to enjoy the bard. Guilty pleasures later. For now it was sizing up competition. There was the jittery man, a sweeping eye taking in a man in armor, several others who were just standing out in the crowd, not just standing out but the sore thumbs of their generation. If the muttering didn't give it away then the way he toted his guns and WALKED into the arena boldly with them shattered doubts. What was this competition again? Pvp? His laughter, maniacal smile and flirting waves earned him a long blank stare of Kaori who entered in behind him when he was cleared to walk past and make room.

In the arena it felt different. All adrenaline and instinct, no logic save for whatever the brain could piece together on the spot. Beautiful in a way when tamed and watched from within the mind. He marched up to a reasonable spot, bent a bow at the waist and righted himself, pushing short red locks out of his eyes. "Queen Severity, I am stunned by the display of your kingdom! Allow me to at least repay you with a proper show." Flicking his fingers out he danced them on the air, warming up, stepping off with a nod towards the crowd and unbuttoning the top of his his collar. Could get crazy out here on the sands. Those machines looked ready to do a number.
[2018-07-20 17:47] [user]Vinthe[/user]: Absolutely delighted about the fact her entrance was a success, she waves at the different Volks. Even tries to catch some of the flowers, though it was not the easiest task on top of the floating disc.

“Thank you so much, you all are truly amazing~”

Some of the more ‘enthusiastic’ admirers may even get a sly wink! Over all, she can be seen as overly flirty with most of the crowd, it did not matter where they came from… everyone that oogles her for long enough will get a little kiss thrown at them.

But soon, she had to make room for the combatants. So with some minor difficulties, she steers the platform to a little resting place where she doesn't take up too much space. She shushes the crowd that gets a bit too excited as she floats near and points at the combatants, those would be far more interesting now.
[2018-07-20 17:53] *[user]Severity B Kenshin[/user] had to admit that she hadn’t expected to basically be called out – and right in the middle of her ordering a corndog from a food stand.  She blinked in surprise as the announcer told the crowd of her presence, a small smile tugging at her lips.  She was even amazed and humbled when the main entertainer of the event also welcomed her.  She wasn’t one that enjoyed being in the spotlight so she had to suppress a blush that wanted to manifest onto her countenance.

And just when she thought it was all over, the announcer once again told the fighters to turn to her and ask for her favor!  Needless to say, having a corn dog stuck in her mouth when they turned to do so was not her most shining moment.

[sub]God damn it.[/sub]

She swiftly removed the food from her mouth and swallowed what she could, albeit with some difficulty, before she did her best to smile politely toward the ones who turned to her and acknowledged her.  Marcus’ flamboyant bow was received with amusement.  And Kaori… wait, what had he just done?  Had he just done the spirit fingers at her after telling her that he’d give her a proper show?

Best not to question it.

Instead, she waved toward the combatants and the entertainer, Vinthe, before she started to make her way back toward her private booth since its seems the event was now underway.  Of course she couldn’t help but notice Fahalren was one of the combatants and the look on his face worried her.  She hoped she wouldn’t need to ground him to his room again.  And who the heck thought it was a good idea to come in with shining armor that could blind a person?  Well she supposed that could be a strategical advantage...
[2018-07-20 17:56] *[user]Kyojin[/user] waited in silence as he heard the celebration going on outside, the songs and sounds going on were of little interest of him, yet his leg bounced slightly in anticipation. While he saw the machines outside he hoped that he would be battling some warriors, the feeling of defeating a toy was not the same to the Overlord as a battle between two living warriors. Though when the commentator called for the combatants Kyojin lifted himself from the stone bench and started to move his way towards the arena gates, a tusky grin under his helm.

[b]"It is time.." [/b]

Soon he felt his boot sink into the sand of the arena slightly as he stepped out into the battle ground with the others. The roaring crowd excited for the time they were about to have, the excitement of the battle and the blood on the sand, even they could understand this. His gaze then followed down towards his fellow competitors like Marcus and Karoi as they presented themselves to the queen. His eyes traced up to high above the arena where she was, he offered no words, only a huff and a small nod of his head signalling he was ready. The man half wondered if she could sense him, though it was never a fine tuned locator to where they were he was sure his disguise was good this time.. he even got his spy master to help after he was stopped half way out of the tower...
[2018-07-20 17:57] *[user]Kyojin[/user] [sub]also suppressed a chuckle at the sight of the corn dog[/sub]
[2018-07-20 17:59] *[user]Vashiri[/user] scoots on out beside the other combatants, he's got a pair of corndogs, and a drink clipped to the front of his chestplate. The tasmanian devil gives as elegant a bow as is possible while balancing food and drink. "Greetings! I am.... humbled by your kingdom.... I don't know how to say these things! Just... I'm a fighter, you're pretty. Elegant words in between, super honored!" He looks awkward as hell, he didn't know there was gonna be a speech, he read about smashing things and looking cool!
[2018-07-20 18:02] *[user]Fahalren[/user] stepped into the arena when the gates came up, more than ready to tear things up. He looked about the other fighters and felt like apparently he might be a bit out of place. Probably because he was wearing nothing but a tooth necklace, pants, and some sandals that was essentially a very VERY traditional [url=http://www.feplanet.net/media/gallery/8/orugh.jpg]fighter outfit[/url] No shirt, no weapons, no fancy trinket, just him, some tattoos, his fists, and his runic reinforcement magic that he had recently worked on and hopefully perfected. He read to punch things. ALOT of things. He looked upon and considered for a moment if he needed to say something big and heroic....to the person that actually adopted him. It then just now occurred to him that he would be fighting in front of his mother, and she would see just how crazy he went in combat. Oh boy....Wait, wasn't he supposed to say something. Crap, he was terrible at grandstanding! Especially in front of royalty! "Uh.....hiya! I'm just here to fight things! I don't really need much than that really. So....yeah." Well that totally went well. [sub]"I kinda want a corndog now. They looked really good from the way mom was eating that one. Dammit, now I'm hungry."[/sub] And just like that he went from combat focused to public awkwardness right to hungry.
[2018-07-20 18:10] *[user]Kaileigh Vindiir[/user] cleared all second guessing thoughts. This was it. She exhaled to control her breathing as others walked past the mighty gate before her to go and be a sight for a crowd growing softer and softer until roars became dull murmurs and even those halted to open ears for these "brave volunteers." Kaileigh had to do something drastic within herself and had to do it now. It didn't matter how outside of her element she was for it became increasingly clear that she needed to entertain. As she faced a massive growing point within her life far removed from all the training of prior decades, the High Elf/Neko hybrid had to step into the world of the now and embrace things that she may not like, but the culture she grew up with is far different from this bombastic one laden with overkill. Getting out of her comfort zone was terrifying, but nonviolence and the goals she had set for herself long ago were not going to achieve anything today, alone and upon the sands.

Instead it was time for her to grow into her confidence and if she could, win respect, favor and following. Her quiet little life was not enough for her so she wanted to get politically involved and get around. Well now she is walking out into a huge arena with others while eyes all over examine around. Standing on the smaller side of five feet tall by just a few inches, she walked out and watched as the others did their little thing and were waiting until the Queen was presentable. It felt odd to her in her own ideals and morals. Giving time for the Queen to be decent and attentive, she then stepped forward with a low, respectful curtsy and a bow of her head. "May this day be blessed for you, your highness, and all your good folk here and travelers alike. All I desire is to bring joy to all of you!" So she adopted herself as a woman of the people and through violence against her own wishes would be the means of securing that desire today.

She dramatically slung her robes, sash and dress off of herself, revealing tightly clung short shorts to her body and a top that was just as tight and kept her bosom in place that was cut short like a sports bra. Her bow and quiver was clung about her that she kept slung around and hidden under all her layers then she flung her hair around and tied it up appropriately to be out of the way. The quiver had a top to it that was her design so that when her agility is needed things stay in place. Giving a bow again to the Queen, the beautiful entertainer and all the crowd, she was ready.
[2018-07-20 18:16] [user]DM Event[/user] rolls 2d6+2: 9+2 = 11
[2018-07-20 18:18] [user]DM Event[/user]: [b]“Combatants! Prepare for the first wave!”[/b]

As the dwarven voice broke through the smaller constructs came back to life and slowly began to circle the ring closing in slowly onto the fighters giving them a moment to prepare. From above four discs descended onto the arena and displayed several weapon racks with blades and what would seem to be rifles powered by the mysterious quartzes that shimmered under the light of the sun as well as their own magical glow.


The wolves were the first to step through and approach the fighters as their gears grinded and clicked loudly readying to pounce onto the group. Their slow trot then turned into sprinting as they all seemed to work as a pack looking for an angel to jump onto the ones in the center of the arena. It was then when some of them let out a metallic howl letting out sudden sparks of lightning while others switched the direction they ran in to throw them off and create a distraction.

Using the distraction two wolves moved to take on the more exposed or weakest to them, Fahal and Kaileigh. Those mechanical paws hit them right in between the shoulder blades and brought them down while their fangs bit down onto their shoulder, keeping them down in place and clamping onto them as their goal seemed to keep them down.



[2018-07-20 18:18] [user]DM Event[/user] rolls 2d6: 5
[2018-07-20 18:21] [user]Marcus Nash[/user] rolls 2d6+2: 4+2 = 6
[2018-07-20 18:22] [user]Kaileigh Vindiir[/user] rolls 2d6+2: 7+2 = 9
[2018-07-20 18:23] [user]Fahalren[/user] rolls 2d6+2: 11+2 = 13
[2018-07-20 18:25] *[user]Marcus Nash[/user] gave a laugh as pulled out his gun, taking a shot at the wolf, only for it to hit the ground in front of him. "Well, there we go. That is certainly a thing." he said turning around shaking his gun as if confused at it for a moment before a Giant Spider popped out of the ground from where he shot. "Well, at least that part works." he said shrugging his shoulder without much care. "Well, Steve. Have fun." he said Whistling as he spun his his gun and Holstered it, taking a seat on a rock as he inspected his finger nails. The Spider Staring down the Wolf.
[2018-07-20 18:25] [user]Kaileigh Vindiir[/user] rolls 2d6+3: 9+3 = 12
[2018-07-20 18:26] [user]DM Event[/user]: Wolf count [10]
[2018-07-20 18:26] [user]Kaori Battler[/user] rolls 2d6+2: 6+2 = 8
[2018-07-20 18:27] [user]Vashiri[/user] rolls 1d6+3: 5+3 = 8
[2018-07-20 18:28] [user]Kyojin[/user] rolls 2d6 +3: 7+3 = 10
[2018-07-20 18:33] *[user]Fahalren[/user] was thrilled that the fighting was finally started! What he was not as thrilled with was being tackled by some sort of mechanical wolf that shot lighting from it's mouth. Also the wolf was not made of swords so he was not as impressed but still. He stared at the wolf that was clamping down on his shoulder with it's jaws. Wait....was it trying to pin him!?! Oh no, that is certainly NOT happening! Only certain people can pin him while biting his shoulder and this wolf was certainly not one of them! "Oh no you DON'T!" He pries the wolf's jaws off of his shoulders and then pushed the wolf off, then grabbed it around the torso. "Listen here mechanical creature, I AM THE ALPHA! NOT YOU!" He then proceeded to German Suplex the wolf onto it's head. Yup, it only took the start of the fight for Fahalren to immediately attempt to suplex something, but on the bright side, at least it was not some thing rather large like a bear, or behemoth, or a train.
[2018-07-20 18:34] [user]Fahalren[/user] rolls 1d4: 3
[2018-07-20 18:34] [user]DM Event[/user]: Wolf count (8)
[2018-07-20 18:35] *[user]Kyojin[/user] peered up once more to the queen, wondering if he should just discard this playing around just to see the look on all their faces. However as he heard the announcement of the battles start, he peered over to where all they were looking to see the wolves. He did not know this would be a battle royal, however it soon turned out they really would be fighting the machines. With a grunt the Overlord drew one of the great swords and drew it back as he stepped forwards towards the maniacal beasts. With a strong stomp into the sand for footing he swung the large blade with a single hand, towards one of the leaping wolves.

With sparks flying the blade connected, steel met steel as the sheer force of the mans blow sent the wolf flying back where it came from in the first place. "I dislike lightning.." He commented mainly to himself as he checked his free hand, suspecting that he would not need to use his other blade on these beings. At least not yet, he was looking forward to a surprise after all.
[2018-07-20 18:35] [user]Kyojin[/user] rolls 1d6: 4
[2018-07-20 18:35] [user]DM Event[/user]: Wolf count (7)
[2018-07-20 18:36] *[user]Vashiri[/user] lets out a high pitched chattering EEEEEEEE and promptly flails at the massive robodoggo, ice cold purple drink splashing into the devil's face as he brutally crams the cornbreaded weiner into the monster's neck with enough force to splinter the wooden stick to ribbons and junk meat and yellow bread mushes and smears into the gears at the robot's neck with loud clunks and slurps, followed by loud chattering and punching and scratching at the beast that made him spill his drink and stole his meal!
[2018-07-20 18:36] *[user]Kaori Battler[/user] hardly had enough time to truly twist around and take in the other combatants when the contraptions came to life and started to circle them with a sluggish gait. His brows rose till they nearly disappeared into his hairline. So they were fighting the creatures? We're they programmed to be fatal? The wolves set up a formation and when the padding of metal paws on the arena floor approached others whom spread themselves out across the arena. Some fell it looked to be and as he wheeled to do a sharp check he snapped his fingers, sparking a little flint of light between that he flung like a dagger of sorts towards the nearest contraption attacking the man named Vashiri. It was just a simple flick, lobbing it with a full swing, trying to remain conscious of the distance between himself and the others in the arena less injuries occur.
[2018-07-20 18:41] *[user]Kaileigh Vindiir[/user] blinked, and the game had begun. Charging up energy she had been channeling in preparation that began to manifest in her hands, she had no time to react as a pack of mechanized wolves darted around harnessing pack tactics to get a leg up on the combatants. Before she could react at all, a wolf pounced on her as she let out a groan from the cold, metallic paws trying to keep her pinned while barely dodging and weaving her head enough to not get chomped those sinister looking jaws that had sparks of Aethertech energy flowing from them. She continued dodging until barely slipping her body out from the paws as a spell was readied within her. Kaileigh threw her hands up to the literal belly of the beats and let a burst of pure kinetic force explode outward and implode into the automaton. The sound reverberated as the blast blew the wolf off of her and many feet away as she then spun herself with a backwards roll to regain her footing and survey what her next move should be.
[Current HP: 8/10]
[2018-07-20 18:44] [user]DM Event[/user] rolls 2d6+2: 2+2 = 4
[2018-07-20 18:44] [user]DM Event[/user] rolls 2d6+2: 2+2 = 4
[2018-07-20 18:44] [user]DM Event[/user] rolls 2d6+2: 3+2 = 5
[2018-07-20 18:46] [user]Marcus Nash[/user] rolls 2d6+3: 6+3 = 9
[2018-07-20 18:46] [user]DM Event[/user]: The wolves outright derped as one of them was thrown into part of the pack causing some sort of chain reaction, breaking a few legs while others seemed to suddenly overload their cores letting out a loud crackling that caused them to drop onto their bellies. The wolves still seemed alive except for two less that had just outright stopped working.

Wolf count (5)
[2018-07-20 18:47] [user]Vashiri[/user] rolls 1d6+4: 2+4 = 6
[2018-07-20 18:47] [user]Fahalren[/user] rolls 2d6+3: 7+3 = 10
[2018-07-20 18:48] [user]Vashiri[/user] rolls 2d6+4: 10+4 = 14
[2018-07-20 18:49] [user]Kaileigh Vindiir[/user] rolls 2d6+4: 5+4 = 9
[2018-07-20 18:52] *[user]Marcus Nash[/user] smiled as he laid back and watched Spider Steve work. The Massive Armored Arachnid wailed horribly in the Wolf's face, causing it to wet itself in fear before the Massive Spider known as Mighty Steve wrapped it up in webbing in a flash, sinking his fangs into the Wolf crushing its spine in its fangs as the Spiders eyes filled with Murderous Glee as the Webbing slowly stained a deep red and began to drip fluid. Marcus watching all of this with a smile, "Ah, Good Boy, your doing so well for your first time." he said clapping his hands at the work of his Summon. "They grow up so fast, one day they are little baby Hatchlings trying to fly away the next they are blood hungry, ravenous monsters out to terrify and consume the populace!" he said wiping away a tear of Proud Fatherhood. "I raised you right." he said with a head nod.
[2018-07-20 18:53] [user]Marcus Nash[/user]: (Full Health)
[2018-07-20 18:59] *[user]Kaileigh Vindiir[/user] couldn't help but smirk to herself as she saw the wolves going through what could only amount to as technical difficulties. She took aim at one that couldn't get itself back up, looking more like a helpless turtle on its back minus the protection of a shell. Cockiness was a new feeling to her as her mind became and more and more at ease in this violence for sport sense they were fighting sentient life. She was actually enjoying this and watching her fellow combatants stylishly kill off their foes, so now she was preparing a superheated fireball to manifest and launch at her helpless target. It began to get out of control for her as the cocky blindness made her lose control and over-channel. With a squeal, she released it as it flung away and exploded in an overly glorious fashion into the wolf, reducing it fully to ash with residual sparks. Kaileigh turned to her side and examined her burnt hands then winced while fanning the heat around her.
[Current HP: 7/10]
[2018-07-20 18:59] *[user]Vashiri[/user] loudly screeches as he rushes across the field, corndog in one hand, sword in the other, "YOU KILLED MY LUNCH! YOU SHALL PAY DEARLY!....." It's actually only about $3.50 but he's incredibly pissy, those smelled fantastic and no nevermind that he's pinning one of the wolves down, by force, and begins cramming the remaining corndog down the beast's open mouth, angrilly growling and keeping the muzzle pried open with a hand and a foot, with loud crunching noise coming from the gears grinding and attempting to close.

THEN IT HAPPENS! The corndog touches and jams between two electrical prongs, the loud hissing and fizzling causing Vashiri to release as fast as possible as the electrical breath is connected to both prongs...... Followed by a massive spark and fireworks display as the head half melts, half clunks into pieces.... Firing the intact corndog into the air for Vashiri to grab once more because fuck science.
(HP full)
[2018-07-20 19:06] [user]Kaori Battler[/user] rolls 2d6+1: 6+1 = 7
[2018-07-20 19:06] *[user]Fahalren[/user] rubbed the bite on his shoulder a bit, and upon noticing that the wolves were prone he had an idea. He ran at one of the wolves that was prone, he proceeded to pick one up by the tail, and them slam it down upon another one. He would do this repeatedly, using one of the wolves as a blunt bludgeoning weapon against one of the other wolves. He straight up started beating one of the wolves with another wolf! Not to mention he had a rather frenzied look on his face as the battle frenzy started kicking in and he was absolutely loving it....but then he remembered that he WAS being watched after all and so he stopped himself after a bit, trying to recompose himself and remain at least somewhat calm. [sub]"Right....mom said I'm supposed to be working on that. Can't be a berserker in public."[/sub] He put the wolf he just weaponized in a different way down, and then hopped away from them. "Uh....sorry about that, I kinda don't enjoy being bitten outside of certain instances." He was still quite riled up considering he had taken some form of decent damage. [HP: 11/13]
[2018-07-20 19:07] *[user]Vinthe[/user] seemingly disappeared for a few moments into the crowd just to get back with a little snack in one hand and almost a bouquet of colourful flowers in the other. Where did all of those even come from!? That one florist now probably has the best business in years.

She steps back onto the gleaming platform, settles herself with a bit less struggle then before and begins to sloooowly circle the outer edge of the arena so she can watch the combatants. With every hit one of the fighters takes, a silent “ouch!” or “ooooouh… what a shame!” can be heard from her. But just like that, every successful takedown of an enemy creature gets a full on cheer from her. She claps and hollers together with the crowd, cheers them on and parades on her platform in little circles.

When the mechanical beings get blown prone, she nearly falls down from her platform from excitement.

“Would you look at those beasts?! The Wolves have no chance. No chance I tell you! My friends, cheer for our fighters, let them bask in the tone of your voices!”

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Nobody seems to be in too much pain, so no additional spells are spoken for now.
[2018-07-20 19:10] [user]DM Event[/user] rolls 2d6+3: 7+3 = 10
[2018-07-20 19:10] [user]DM Event[/user] rolls 2d6+3: 9+3 = 12
[2018-07-20 19:10] [user]DM Event[/user] rolls 2d6+3: 9+3 = 12
[2018-07-20 19:11] [user]Marcus Nash[/user] rolls 2d6+3: 3+3 = 6
[2018-07-20 19:11] [user]Vashiri[/user] rolls 2d6: 10
[2018-07-20 19:15] [user]DM Event[/user]: As the last of the wolves came down the scorpions kicked into action and began to advance onto the fighters, their tails light up with what seemed to be some sort of magical blade that sparked with hot embers while the metal turned red hot along the edge of the blade. Their clamps snapped loudly and approached the combatants as some of them rushed in to pin one or two of them to the ground while the others skittered into the center of the ring and swung their tails wide at the fighters.

The scorpions hovered off the ground and began to swing in wide circles while out of a sudden they swooped in with those tails and swung wide with the burning blades swung into the group and cleaved at them catching them off guard and knocking them into the center.
[2018-07-20 19:15] [user]DM Event[/user] rolls 1d6+2: 1+2 = 3
[2018-07-20 19:15] [user]DM Event[/user] rolls 1d6+3: 3+3 = 6
[2018-07-20 19:16] [user]Marcus Nash[/user] rolls 2d6+3: 4+3 = 7
[2018-07-20 19:16] [user]Fahalren[/user] rolls 2d6+1: 9+1 = 10
[2018-07-20 19:16] [user]Kaileigh Vindiir[/user] rolls 2d6+2: 9+2 = 11
[2018-07-20 19:16] *[user]Marcus Nash[/user] is now rolling for asspull
[2018-07-20 19:16] [user]Marcus Nash[/user] rolls 2d6+3: 12+3 = 15
[2018-07-20 19:17] [user]Vashiri[/user] rolls 2d6+1: 5+1 = 6
[2018-07-20 19:17] [user]Fahalren[/user] rolls 2d6+2: 9+2 = 11
[2018-07-20 19:18] [user]Kaileigh Vindiir[/user] rolls 2d6+3: 12+3 = 15
[2018-07-20 19:20] [user]Kaori Battler[/user] rolls 2d6: 10
[2018-07-20 19:20] *[user]Marcus Nash[/user] stares at the wolves. His Grin faded away after getting hurt. "Well, Fuck yall too." he said pulling out both guns and pointing them down at the Scorpions. "Guess what motherfuckers. Its High Noon." he said unleashing a torrent of Bullets into their Bodys, the wave of Aether Shells bombarding them like it was the Fourth of July and Chirstmas shoved together. "Suck my Fucking Nuts you Scorpion rejects." he said twirling his guns before holstering them, turning around as the shells detonated in a flash of Light stiring up the wind and blowing his cape majestically in the wind. Pulling out a Cigarette and lighting it with a Blow Back from the Explosions.
[2018-07-20 19:21] [user]Kaori Battler[/user] rolls 2d6+-1: 8+-1 = 7
[2018-07-20 19:22] [user]Kaori Battler[/user] rolls 2d6+3: 7+3 = 10
[2018-07-20 19:23] [user]DM Event[/user]: Scorpion Count: (2)
[2018-07-20 19:23] *[user]Vashiri[/user] acks out loudly as a scorpion blade slices along his left forearm, corndog falling to the dirt in two pieces. Now to actually use his sword. VASHIRI ANGRY! And with that, the devil shows where he gets his name, sword cleaving through that tail like butter, loud caterwauling  noises as the tasmanian devil stands on the creature's back, stomping down like a fucking sledge hammer while his sword slashes and chops and his injured hand basically just begins tearing pieces out around the armor and in places, beating the fucking creature with its own armor plating. {HP 7/12)
[2018-07-20 19:23] [user]Marcus Nash[/user]: (Marcus 4 Spider 8)
[2018-07-20 19:28] *[user]Fahalren[/user] leaped into the air with his POWERFUL THIGHS and proceeded to not only thank himself for never skipping leg day, but then he proceeded to dive down at the the scorpion's head foot extended and let out a rather loud shout as he propelled himself down to the scorpion's head "WHAT THE FUCK IS UP!?!" His foot slammed into the scorpion's head, the combined force of gravity as well as the effort exerted leaving quite the dent on it if not outright crushing the thing's mechanical skull. In another place and in another time, he would probably have told the scorpion to "Bite The Curb" or something of the like. Days like this were probably days that Severity wondered why in the world did she adopt someone so gleefully and enthusiastically violent. Though noticing the blades the scorpions had on their tails gave him an idea as it was old tradition to take a trophy of your victories.
[2018-07-20 19:29] [user]Fahalren[/user] rolls 2d6+2: 8+2 = 10
[2018-07-20 19:29] *[user]Kaori Battler[/user] shook off the worst of the charring from the wolf attack earlier and the rushing scorpions that flooded towards them enmasse put a surge of adrenaline in his blood. It didn't make sense, it didn't have to make sense; The way he dove between the whirling blades of their tails to avoid decapitation, severed limbs, rolling up under one of the main scorpions closest to him that'd thought it wise to simply mob them in numbers. Between his fingers light sparked and he conjured a scythe that hummed a soft tenor as it's wicked blade hooked into the belly of the scorpion. It cleaved through like butter and he took great delight in watching this one crumple to the ground like it was simply too much to bear. The whining split of it's hull he took for a death rattle and when he reached it's head component he lopped it clean from it's body, slamming the scythe into it's severed head which shattered into splinters of light and dissipated. Now he was getting back into things.
[2018-07-20 19:30] [user]Vinthe[/user] rolls 2d6+3: 7+3 = 10
[2018-07-20 19:33] [user]Vinthe[/user] rolls 1d6+3: 3+3 = 6
[2018-07-20 19:34] [user]Vinthe[/user] rolls 1d6+3: 5+3 = 8
[2018-07-20 19:35] *[user]Kaileigh Vindiir[/user] felt a wave of dread come over her in seeing these scorpions now coming at the fighters with the wolves felled. They came at the combatants with a fury of a hurricane made of razor blades. Hoping the others around her would come through alright, she braced for the moment and channeled herself to focus on her senses as a series of twirling, burning blades went for her. With a quick roll to the side in barely dodging the first one which struck sand around her, she fired a kinetic burst beneath her to propel herself flipping a couple times in the air as another just missed sweeping at her ankles. Landing from her flips a few feet back, her hands came rubbing together, wincing still from the burning feeling as her fingertips lit up with lightning then formed two balls of energy and quickly flung them. They left in an arcing motion then collided above the scorpion only to meld together and flash into almost a miniature blinding star as a bright beam of pure green energy shot straight down and pierced through the scorpion only for the "star" to shoot down in the blink of an eye and create an explosion of pure spirit as there was nothing left of the scorpion. Her hands sprung tiny vortexes as the energy flowed back in the form of tiny green specs and sucked back into her own spirit as she inhaled slowly with it.
[Current HP: 7/10]
[2018-07-20 19:42] *[user]Vinthe[/user] seems to be still in the euphoria. That takedown of the wolves was truly a work of art, so… our combatants get themselves a little treat. She takes up her lute again, strums slow tunes and begins to recap the first part of the fight with crystal clear words.

Gentle, magical wisps begin to fly in patterns through the air… until they race down to the fighters and coil themselves around them for a moment. Persons in the company of a whisp will also be able to feel a short pang of Vinthes euphoria.

[Marcus, plus 8 HP | Vashiri, plus 6 HP | Kaori +1 on your next roll]
[2018-07-20 19:47] *[user]DM Event[/user] roll 2d6+3
[2018-07-20 19:47] *[user]DM Event[/user] roll 2d5+3
[2018-07-20 19:47] [user]DM Event[/user] rolls 2d6+3: 6+3 = 9
[2018-07-20 19:47] *[user]DM Event[/user] roll 2d6+3
[2018-07-20 19:49] [user]DM Event[/user] rolls 2d6+3: 5+3 = 8
[2018-07-20 19:56] [user]DM Event[/user]: The two remaining Scorpions skittered about as their other 'siblings' were taken down so hastily and like they were made of cardboard, clearly these fighters were truly some of the best the realm had to offer. Stumbling over the mangled carcasses of the other automatons the scorpions slipped as one reached to grab Kaori with one of its pincers and clamped down on him yet the uneven ground caused it to loose its footing and slam down onto the floor while the other tried to do the same with Fahal, trying to slam him against the ground yet the weight of the man seemed to bring the shoulder out of socket and unable to pick him up yet keeping him firmly in place.
[2018-07-20 19:56] [user]DM Event[/user] rolls 1d4+2: 1+2 = 3
[2018-07-20 19:56] [user]DM Event[/user] rolls 1d4+2: 2+2 = 4
[2018-07-20 19:59] [user]Marcus Nash[/user] rolls 2d6+3: 2+3 = 5
[2018-07-20 20:00] [user]Fahalren[/user] rolls 2d6+2: 7+2 = 9
[2018-07-20 20:00] *[user]Marcus Nash[/user] sits his ass in the sand, him and his spider now playing solitaire since apparently they are unneeded for the rest of the fight.
[2018-07-20 20:00] [user]Kaori Battler[/user] rolls 2d6: 6
[2018-07-20 20:08] *[user]Kaori Battler[/user] was not at all ready for the terrible fate that befell him and when one got it's filthy OMNIX claws around him it squeezed too tight for him to react initially. It was by a simple saving grace he managed to slip the worst of it when it fell to the floor, using all the strength he had in his body to push off and angle himself free without spilling his own guts all over the claw arm. It was an absolute gamble trying to pry himself out but with the crowd and the fanfare around, adrenaline pumping, he managed to keep himself together in one piece. He did take a look around to make sure no one else was injured.
[2018-07-20 20:09] [user]Kaileigh Vindiir[/user] rolls 2d6+3: 7+3 = 10
[2018-07-20 20:11] [user]Kaileigh Vindiir[/user] rolls 1d6+3: 1+3 = 4
[2018-07-20 20:11] *[user]Fahalren[/user] decided to make use of the new fallen foe, and rip the creature's blade right off of it's tail. While he was taking his new weapon from his last opponent, another scorpion grabbed him and tried to hold him in place. He looked the scorpion in the eye, and gave it a death glare. "You shall not deny me of my prize!" Granted it may or may not be able to understand his words, but it was about to understand the next thing his did. He wrenched one of his arms free from it's pincer and yanked the arm that was already out of the socket off completely, quite literally disarming it. "When I fully free myself from this, I will BEAT YOU WITH YOUR OWN ARM!" Sure he took some damage from it, but as his mother always said, "Pain is temporary, Glory is eternal!" that or "Pain is weakness leaving the body!" Well right now he certainly had a bit of weakness of the flesh leave him, along with some flesh outright. [HP: 9/13]
[2018-07-20 20:15] *[user]Kaileigh Vindiir[/user] saw the horror of the last two rushing forward and snatching two of her fellow combatants up. Being unable to tell if she could offensively come to either of the two that were snatched up and give aid, she waited and channeled with her spirits in purification as she readied a blast of restoration to shower over Kaori and for him to inhale the sweet effervescence of as it would do its job inside and out. Then her moment came as he broke free in a grating manner, narrowly escaping with innards intact. She gestured with hand movements and the green mist flew with purpose to encompass him.
[Current HP: 7/10]
[2018-07-20 20:16] [user]Vashiri[/user] rolls 2d6+3: 7+3 = 10
[2018-07-20 20:23] *[user]Vashiri[/user] cackles out, sprinting to the one still partially intact, worked well on the wolf, so this time, he just begins yanking off the little mouth part.... then reaching deeper and breaking off the sharp bits and bobs and moving parts, reaching deeper and deeper each time until he's just a pair of leath clad legs and a puffy tail sticking out of the mouth hole, pieces continue to fly out of the opening, until Vashiri is nowhere to be seen.....

A moment later, the scorpion begins twitching violently, purple, sticky fluid streaming from its mouth and letting a mechanical shriek as a fist spreads the chest plating open, then the thinned metal peels back, and a soaked, grease stained tasmanian devil burst free of the monster!
[2018-07-20 20:24] [user]DM Event[/user] rolls 2d6+3: 6+3 = 9
[2018-07-20 20:25] [user]DM Event[/user]: The last scorpion seemed ready to blow the power source and explode yet the sudden crash of metal on metal filled the air and the crowd went wild, the massive Aethertech Dragon had stepped forward and smashed the last scorpion while it seemed to gather something in its mouth. Red glowing energy in its mouth began to build as the wiring on the dragon seemed to vent some steam from the energy out of its back and cheeks before lowering its head and showering those present with a bath of flames. The cooling system seemed to malfunction some as some of the wiring slowly seemed to melt, yet the fact the dragon covered the arena with what seemed to be a large plume of flames showed truly how powerful the monstrosity was.
[2018-07-20 20:26] [user]DM Event[/user] rolls 2d8+2: 3+2 = 5
[2018-07-20 20:26] [user]Fahalren[/user] rolls 2d6+1: 2+1 = 3
[2018-07-20 20:27] [user]Vashiri[/user] rolls 2d6+1: 7+1 = 8
[2018-07-20 20:27] [user]Kaori Battler[/user] rolls 2d6+0: 9+0 = 9
[2018-07-20 20:27] [user]Kaileigh Vindiir[/user] rolls 2d6+2: 4+2 = 6
[2018-07-20 20:29] [user]Fahalren[/user] rolls 2d6+2: 3+2 = 5
[2018-07-20 20:29] [user]Vashiri[/user] rolls 2d6+3: 7+3 = 10
[2018-07-20 20:29] [user]Kaileigh Vindiir[/user] rolls 2d6+3: 9+3 = 12
[2018-07-20 20:29] [user]Kaori Battler[/user] rolls 2d6+3: 5+3 = 8
[2018-07-20 20:31] [user]Kaileigh Vindiir[/user] rolls 2d6+3: 10+3 = 13
[2018-07-20 20:32] [user]Kaori Battler[/user] rolls 2d6+1: 11+1 = 12
[2018-07-20 20:38] *[user]Fahalren[/user] was going to work on getting himself free when was to him appeared to be some sort of metal dragon was now brought in. "Oh....so NOW they have have brought in the dragon! Alright, do your worst!" Which it then did as it proceeded to breathe fire on him which actually hurt! Quite a fair deal as well. "Not bad! Not bad at all! I accept your challenge!" He attempted to start his attack but then remembered a particularly important detail. He still had the pincer binding his other arm which unfortunately caused him to be completely ineffective. "Right. I should probably get this off of me." He looked over the partially melted claw. "Yeah, definitely should get this off." He looked back to the dragon. "Try not to die before I punch you in the face alright!"
[2018-07-20 20:39] [user]Fahalren[/user] rolls 2d6+2: 7+2 = 9
[2018-07-20 20:41] [user]Vinthe[/user] rolls 2d6+3: 6+3 = 9
[2018-07-20 20:42] *[user]Kaori Battler[/user] felt a rush of something roll through him and looked up to catch sight of the only woman of the group unoccupied, his adrenaline addled brain knowing in some place in his head she's likely done him a  great service just not sure how. The arrival of the dragon put him on his toes; It's heavy stomp so hard it almost felt as if his teeth were chattering. Swift eyes roamed it's metal shell and he caught sight of something in it's chest. "There's some sort of power core in it's chest!" He cupped his hands around his mouth to get the message out to his team, rearing back an arm and charging his energies. With a clenched fist he hurled a javelin of pure light through the air, placed almost so close he was so sure it was a direct hit.

But no. It hit the panel on it's front to expose the CORE in it's CHEST that he SCREAMED OUT LOUD ABOUT to the naked eyes. The panel that was over it however... went flipping through the air and he caught it's flat side in the face. Story of his life.
[2018-07-20 20:42] *[user]Vashiri[/user] of course, has to run in, looking like a fucking monster of the damned, covered in grease, and purple soda, and blood from his arm... his pants are all full of holes, and his chestplate is scratched up past the metal and onto the oak. He's got his longsword raised above his head as the caterwauling noises erupt once more during the charge.

His sword sinks deep into the front left leg of the dragon, then the devil uses his immense weight to drag the blade downwards, cleaving through four or five inches of internal itty bitties. Next, he pulls the blade free... and begins to violently chop at anything he can reach, removing toes, a weenis, a few shallow jabs up into the chestplate with his hopping pokes... FUCK THAT, He goes back to going full lumber jack and starts chopping at the dragon's leg with his sword wildly!
[2018-07-20 20:43] [user]Vinthe[/user] rolls 1d4+3: 4+3 = 7
[2018-07-20 20:44] [user]DM Event[/user] rolls 2d6+4: 9+4 = 13
[2018-07-20 20:44] [user]Vashiri[/user]: (10/12hp)
[2018-07-20 20:44] [user]Fahalren[/user]: [HP 4 / 13]
[2018-07-20 20:45] [user]Kaori Battler[/user]: (12/12)
[2018-07-20 20:46] [user]DM Event[/user] rolls 2d6+2: 9+2 = 11
[2018-07-20 20:46] [user]Kaori Battler[/user]: (9/12 forgot the dragon supah hot fiyah)
[2018-07-20 20:49] *[user]Kaileigh Vindiir[/user] felt good about having the chance to help someone out a little then seemingly blinked to find that there was one left. Priming a spell in her channeling for the scorpion, she was so taken aback by the dragon dropping in and crushing the scorpion that she actually slipped down onto her rear and tried to back paddle some as panic erupted in its maw widening and emitting all matter of Aether-ridden flame energy out into the arena. She braced with her own magical barrier as well as she could and hoped the best for the rest as it wasn't enough for herself, and all she could do was yelp and whimper while rolling away to minimize the burns she was sustaining. After a few moments of confirming she wasn't engulfed, rolling a bit more and could safely drag herself up, she hatched a quick scheme, and those small vortexes appeared in her hands again as they lit up and sucked all matter of blazing fire from around her, even extending out towards her fell fighters. Clenching her fists closed as they shook and lit with bright red energy from the fire she snatched up, she clapped them together as a sound of thunder vibrated around the arena then brought those hands held together to her face in a prayer position as her fingertips vibrated with her crown chakra. 'Goddess, grant me strength,' she thought to herself in a prayer as a wave of fire prepared itself before her, pulling up sand below as added earth energy. Her eyes opened, examining a clear shot without collateral on her combatant companions, and she flung herself up with all the might and willpower in her body as a great flame bolt manifested and fired through the air, aiming to nail center mass of the dragon. The Elvish Neko fell to her knees with how much force she exerted and grimaced while squinting at the pain all over her as she hoped they could conquer this foe.
[Current HP: 4/10]
[2018-07-20 20:50] [user]DM Event[/user]: The dragon screeched as it stomped the scorpion carcass underneath it, malfunctioning claws crunched the metal as slowly the wires of the scorpion melded with the dragon's leg and slowly began to rebuild the limb along with a thick plate of armor around it covered it from any further attacks. Turning to the fighters once more the spines along the back of the drake stood up on end and crackled with lightning, drawing from the air as the smell of ozone suddenly filled the arena and a wide shock was sent around towards the combatants with a loud shock wave that sent them them back and away from the dragon as well as shocking them with wide arcs of lightning. The core on its chest revved up along with a circular turbine behind it that absorbed the heat generated from it and venting it out the back of the arms and cheeks while a loud mechanical roar loudly shook the arena and bringing a loud cheer from the crowds.
[2018-07-20 20:51] *[user]DM Event[/user] roll 2d6+2
[2018-07-20 20:51] [user]DM Event[/user] rolls 2d6+2: 8+2 = 10
[2018-07-20 20:51] [user]Fahalren[/user] rolls 2d6+3: 7+3 = 10
[2018-07-20 20:51] [user]Kaori Battler[/user] rolls 2d6+2: 11+2 = 13
[2018-07-20 20:52] [user]Vashiri[/user] rolls 2d6+1: 2+1 = 3
[2018-07-20 20:52] [user]Kaileigh Vindiir[/user] rolls 2d6: 5
[2018-07-20 20:53] [user]Fahalren[/user] rolls 2d6+2: 6+2 = 8
[2018-07-20 20:53] [user]Kaileigh Vindiir[/user] rolls 2d6+2: 8+2 = 10
[2018-07-20 20:53] [user]Kaori Battler[/user] rolls 2d6+0: 7+0 = 7
[2018-07-20 20:54] [user]Vashiri[/user] rolls 2d6+1: 3+1 = 4
[2018-07-20 20:57] [user]Kaori Battler[/user] rolls 2d6+3: 7+3 = 10
[2018-07-20 20:57] *[user]Vinthe[/user] seems to slightly calm down again after the situation stabilised itself. Her music gets lower, her voice changes to a litte hum until she gets completely quiet. Only the klacking of her shoes can be heard on the cold metal disc she is walking on.

The wisps disappear in a little shower of pale sparks after their duty is fulfilled and the short pang of Euphoria should leave the combatants.

-

As time goes on and the scorpions get demolished, the crowd slowly gets louder again. Unbelieving gasps fill the air, nervous laughs and… a screech here and there can be heard as the mechanical dragon stomps its way into the arena.

A horrible beast… that gets its proper introduction via song.

Strong strums paired with a more sinister voice tell tales of fights against real dragons… which hopefully inspire some of the group.

[Fahalren, plus 7 HP]
[2018-07-20 20:59] [user]Kaori Battler[/user] rolls 2d6+2: 7+2 = 9
[2018-07-20 21:00] [user]Fahalren[/user] rolls 2d6+2: 9+2 = 11
[2018-07-20 21:01] [user]Vashiri[/user] rolls 2d6+3: 5+3 = 8
[2018-07-20 21:01] [user]Kaileigh Vindiir[/user] rolls 2d6+3: 7+3 = 10
[2018-07-20 21:02] [user]Kaileigh Vindiir[/user] rolls 1d6+3: 5+3 = 8
[2018-07-20 21:05] [user]Vinthe[/user] rolls 2d6+3: 5+3 = 8
[2018-07-20 21:06] [user]Vinthe[/user] rolls 1d4+3: 3+3 = 6
[2018-07-20 21:10] *[user]Fahalren[/user] looks to Kaori as he feels less of the brunt of the mechanized dragon's attacks. "Thanks for the shield!" He feels especially inspired by the song about fighting dragons. "That's right dammit, I am a real dragon, and I am certainly not done just yet!" He leaps into the air once more, coming down and aiming directly for the dragon's face. "Remember my words from before!?!" He dove at the creature's face, driving his fist into it with a thundering strike! "Now face me! Dragon versus Dragon, here and now!" Once more, the concept of these machines not being advanced enough to understand him but regardless, Fahalren was being himself: Brash, reckless, and all about getting in the face of his enemies.
[2018-07-20 21:16] *[user]Kaori Battler[/user] leapt to action with all the rush of adrenaline and the healing essence from the caster before, now he could finally muster a chance at protecting the group. Buckling down for the moment when he saw the sparks of electricity arc of it's back he somehow managed to shake off the worst of it, taking a blow that he shook off with moderate ease and ran forward when he saw Vashiri taking a hit that it didn't look like he needed to be taking in his state. Leaping into action he shoved both hands out and emanated a hard light dome to absorb the worst of the blow. Some of the crew managed to get knocked to their ass but he wasn't just going to let it end for them that way. Bloodied, he leaned all his weight into the attack until he felt it split, give and shatter into pieces. When it's attack crashed through Kaori went with the momentum, backwards into a wide legged sprawl, his eyes on the bare chest where it's core rested. "Not a problem, let's get this over with!" (6/12 hps)
[2018-07-20 21:16] *[user]Vinthe[/user] tries her best to get the crowd going. But it seems that they do not fully appreciate her tale of dragons, the scene that plays beneath her is far too cruel. More shocked screams can be heard as the massive beast attempts to shock the whole group.

For a moment… even Vinthe herself holds her breath.

Only after the dust settles her playing continues. A slow, low tone can be heard from her. She slowly starts something more calm which changes to an epic over time.

Just one little wisp is created this time… which slowly falls down right onto Vashiris head where it nestles itself in and simply disappears in faint sparks. It should ease his pain.



[Vashiri, plus 6 HP]

[2018-07-20 21:17] *[user]Vashiri[/user] gets tossed back like a tinker toy in a hurricane, slamming into a dead mechwolf despite the shield, a loud crack heard under his armored chest piece as a few of his ribs snap, a look of pain crossing his face, letting out a loud whimper, struggling to his feet..... now he's MAD and a TASMANIAN FUCKING DEVIL.
Without much thought, the little angry critter snags up the armor plate from it's chest that pinged off of Kaori's head, using it as a shield and just fucking football tackling towards the chest core with the plate held in front of him, if anything should be able to stand the heat, it should be part of the dragon itself! It ends up tossing Vashiri back and tumbling painfully in the dust, but causes a massive glowing crack to form in the chest core.
[2018-07-20 21:18] [user]Vashiri[/user]: (9-10/12hp....)
[2018-07-20 21:19] [user]Fahalren[/user]: [HP: 6/13]
[2018-07-20 21:21] [user]DM Event[/user] rolls 2d6+4: 5+4 = 9
[2018-07-20 21:21] [user]DM Event[/user] rolls 2d6+4: 7+4 = 11
[2018-07-20 21:21] *[user]Kaileigh Vindiir[/user] sat there weakened on her knees, feeling exhaustion and aching all over in twinges of torment. All she could do was watch as it prepared for its next attack while the crowd roared and cheered. This was her first real time in combat, and the fatigue and pain was riding on her hard. When the shock wave hit, a shield absorbed a good portion of the pain coming onto all of them, but it still broke through and knocked her back many feet in the air as she was electrocuted to boot. The tired lass found herself barely hanging in there as could hardly lift herself up. Bruises, deep scratches, harsh cuts were littered all over her bleeding, sweating body with all the sand of the arena clinging to her body. Rolling over and laying still in a meditative pose, she grounded herself and channeled sufficiently to regenerate her body some from within as a green mist floated above and showered her outside with its relief. Exhaling with much relief as she opened her eyes, she felt refreshed, primed and ready to reenter this struggle and assist the combatants any way she could. Standing up with more confidence and the refreshment of a healing, she examined the state of things and what to try next.
[Current HP: 9/10]
[2018-07-20 21:24] [user]DM Event[/user]: The dragon turned its attention to Fahal and felt the sudden strike of his charge onto him along with the sudden crack on the core as it let out a pervasive amount of heat the sink seemed to be venting out of the exhaust ports. Its attention focused on Fahal the dragon opened its mouth and charged up that dreadful core and the spikes along its back light up with lightning and burning ozone once more. The crack on the core caused the charge to falter and go off only at half charge onto Fahal while the wiring on the dragon reached for more scrap around the arena and continued to layer another leg with thick metal plating from the scrap left around from the other destroyed constructs.
[2018-07-20 21:24] [user]DM Event[/user] rolls 1d6+3: 5+3 = 8
[2018-07-20 21:25] [user]Fahalren[/user] rolls 2d6+3: 9+3 = 12
[2018-07-20 21:26] [user]Kaileigh Vindiir[/user] rolls 2d6+3: 6+3 = 9
[2018-07-20 21:27] [user]Fahalren[/user] rolls 2d6+2: 5+2 = 7
[2018-07-20 21:28] [user]Kaori Battler[/user] rolls 2d6+3: 2+3 = 5
[2018-07-20 21:29] [user]Vashiri[/user] rolls 2d6+3: 5+3 = 8
[2018-07-20 21:30] [user]Fahalren[/user] rolls 2d6+3: 7+3 = 10
[2018-07-20 21:33] [user]Kaileigh Vindiir[/user] rolls 2d6+3: 7+3 = 10
[2018-07-20 21:35] [user]Vinthe[/user] rolls 2d6+3: 10+3 = 13
[2018-07-20 21:37] *[user]Fahalren[/user] grinned and bared the brunt of it's attack. "Now that's more like it! My turn!" He picked up one of the tail blades from earlier and heated the blade with his fire breath. "Trust me when I say that as one who has taken this sort of attack before, it most certainly hurts me to use dragon killing tactic just as it will hurt you!" He hefts the blade up and rushes the dragon, leaping at it's chest and plunging the heated blade into it's chest where the previously identified core was. "A gift from me to you friend!" He kicks off the blade to drive it a bit deeper and then tries to position himself a bit away from the party so that he was not close to them in case of any more AoE attacks he would take. Remember kids, cleave the boss and not your party!
[2018-07-20 21:39] [user]Fahalren[/user]: [HP: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sRCQMx8lKMw]2 / 13[/url][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sRCQMx8lKMw]2 / 13[/url][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sRCQMx8lKMw]2 / 13[/url]][/url]][/url]
[2018-07-20 21:42] *[user]Vashiri[/user] ponders for a moment as he pulls himself to his feet once more, holding his chestplate where his broken ribs ache and sting.... then he moves towards one of the fallen scorpions, chops away the seeking wires trying to assimilate it, then begins lobbing off legs, and the tail, and the pincers... kicks in the underbelly, clears out the garbage inside, and lifts it with a chest support beam.... Then he crams his sword through the chest and out the back of the full body scorpion shield.... A setting of wires shoots out, grabbing the shield and yanking himself and it towards the dragon at massive speed... and of course his blade is already through the shield, so the sword blade sinks near to the hilt in the dragon's back, gouging out a portion of the core from behind... of course the steam blasts against his chest, scalding him across the left shoulder, fur is a big help, but it still stings like fuck!
(6/12 HP)
[2018-07-20 21:45] *[user]Kaileigh Vindiir[/user] watched in horror as the battle went on between the combatants and the dragon. She next tried focus her energy to give a burst of strength by the grace of the Goddess and the strength and the nature spirits, but using her magic so freely on others in a high stress environment was something she was not used to. Instead of it channeling outward and into all of them, it only ended up leaving her and gracing Fahalren with a slight boost. Her next idea she cooked up went much better as she had a good feeling about it. Channeling and closing her eyes to feel the waters of life deep within, a cloud appeared above her, growing in size. It quickly became the size of the dragon then hovered high above before resting above the dragon and descending upon it. As she opened her eyes, the cloud turned into a massive blob of water then she outstretched her hands to control it with a kinetic barrier to ensure the entire dragon was drenched in freezing water while it touched no one else.
[Current HP: 9/10]
[2018-07-20 21:49] *[user]Kaori Battler[/user] world shook and Kaori with it, fighting just to get his wits together and try to find a way to make this all stop. With the Dragon's attention diverted he shot a glance back towards Kaileigh with a glance that was quickly softened when she looked to be standing well and to do on her own two feet. "We have got to take this dragon out with as much precaution as possible. If it explodes at all we'll be looking at eating scrap metal for days." He took up refuge as far away from Fahalren as he could for the moment to regroup, strategize and push for the final home stretch. (6/12 hps)
[2018-07-20 21:56] [user]DM Event[/user]: The sudden attacks from all sides caused the core to crack further, the beast and its wires slithered all over the arena trying to pick up all the pieces from the scrap littered about until suddenly a rush of water was dropped atop of it. The super heater metal and quartz of the core were suddenly cooled and the metal weakened causing it to warp as well as causing the quartz to shatter completely and fall into small pieces. The lumbering beast let out a shrieking metallic groan as metal warped and snapped while the entire heap of metal fell down onto nothing but a large pile of scrap. The cheered roared, jumping to their feet and celebrating the falling of the gigantic dragon as the thunderous dwarf came through.

"And they've taken down t' damn thing! Congratulations! An' all o' them managed to stay alive!"

The crowd cheered and applauded while flowers and confetti rained down onto them from above. The sound of the crowd dwarfed the sounds that came from the now shattered construct as well as the warping metal that now laid before them.
[2018-07-20 22:00] *[user]Vinthe[/user] s epic seems to have the crowd in awe, her chords get more intense with every minute that passes and… come to a dramatic halt after that water spell is casted.

Only then, her voice sets back in. Going into high notes together with the combatants to form a battlecry most probably have not heard before until the core shatters into thousand little pieces.

Multiple wisps, one for each fighter, fly down. Dance around them and shield them from any more harm. Lethal wounds will slowly get weaved together again, bloodflow stops, bones will attempt to mend and magic will at least help with future healing.

“And here, here we have it my friends! Our group of brave fighters have slain the mechanical beasts! They scrapped the wolves, showed the scorpion whos boss and cracked the shell of this giant dragon! - Everyone show those combatants how amazing they were, how much joy they brought you! Praise them as your heroes, even if it is just for today!”

While talking, she lets all the flowers she got rain down on the group. Together with the same fireworks she casted in the beginning of everything.
[2018-07-20 22:01] [user]Vinthe[/user]: [Everyone will be fully healed, at least as far as hitpoints go.]
[2018-07-20 22:01] *[user]Kaori Battler[/user] watched as a spout of water rained down and the creature couldn't function with his core shattered. Finally. They hit the core. Bounding forward he leapt over a massive piece of scrap towards the big oaf who just punched things half to death and jumped hard to his feet. The rear of the crowd got him smiling, bloodied, beaten but alive once more. "ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!" It was drowned out by the crowd but it was damn well worth it. It was... ho was it good to get today out of his system for a few good years. "What do we win?" That things core was gone, the scorpions were a mess and the wolves were damn near all absorbed. What had this been for in the end?
[2018-07-20 22:07] *[user]Vashiri[/user] pops the shoulder straps on his chestplate, letting it swing and hang from his waist heavily as he pants hard, two of his ribs on his left side are VISIBLY broken, he's got weeping burns under the fur on that same shoulder, and a still leaking gash on his left forearm, but he looks pretty damn happy with himself, even if he knicked the shit out of his sword. and heated it enough to require another tempering job.
"Wait, there's a fucking REWARD?!? I didn't read that part!"
[2018-07-20 22:07] *[user]Thoaim Caiildwoggs[/user] entered the arena and clapped while he cackled loudly and merrily. "Tha's wha I'm talkin' bout! I was 'opin' y' would 'ave the stones t' use water on it!" He let on as he waddled over to the group and presented them to the queen. Clearly he wasn't expecting all of them to be able to stand, but now that they managed to face every danger they all seemed to have managed to earn her favor.

"My queen Severiteh! I preset t' ya yer champions who 'ave fought an' earned yer favor! They 'ave fought t' show that these new inventions would prove fierce guardians t' the city an' hopefully they too will 'elp keep it sage in the future!"

As the Dwarf's voice came through the speakers the crowd turned towards where the Queen rested and back to the heroes while they were presented to the queen. The dwarf chuckled and shook his head as he turned off the microphone and turned to the lot of them. "Aight y' buggers, what y' think o' me constructs? Gave y' a hell o ae fight didn't they?" He asked as he crossed his arms.
[2018-07-20 22:17] *[user]Fahalren[/user] was preparing to take another attack from the metal dragon when he saw the dragon start to give in to it's wounds as well as the effects of the all out assault attack "Alright. Now that was fun! Maybe I should get some of those things commissioned to train the guard. Especially if those are just the early models too!" He takes a moment to think about the potential cost of using them to train the guard as well as repair them too if they do well enough against them. Plus there's also the various powers to take into consideration.....actually he'll just leave all that to one of his sons. Logistics and costs were not entirely his strong suit considering he tended to repair most things he broke so he did not deal with costs too often, but this might require a more specialized hand to repair these things if they break during training so there were some extra factors to consider.

He walked over to Kaori as well as Kaileigh. "Good job out there you two!" He looked over to Vashiri "Especially you as well, you fight with ferocity that very much is well beyond your physical size!" He expected to simply just have to walk off his wounds but upon feeling the wisp from Vithe heal him, he looked over himself a bit. "Well then, looks like I won't be taking tomorrow off after all! Hahaha!" Well, not unless the Queen told him to at least. He looked over to the dwarf and smiled when asked about the machines. "Well they most certainly helped me dust myself off after not being able to have a good brawl in quite a while. I may actually see what it would cost for you to have some commissioned to train the royal guard!" He walks over to the dwarf and extended a hand to him. "By the by, the name's Fahalren Argos. Current Captain of the Dragon Guard of Blacktalon and Combat Drill Instructor of the Blacktalon Guard! Pleased to meet you!"
[2018-07-20 22:22] *[user]Severity B Kenshin[/user] [sub]has been quietly cheering them on from the privacy of her royal booth.  Ignore the fact she has a white, fluffy duck in her lap who she has been feeding fruit snacks.  Guesses she'll have to be ready to give the winners a prize.[/sub]
[2018-07-20 22:23] *[user]Vashiri[/user] takes a deep breath...."Those wolves were a bit too squishy, I really... recommend armoring them up a bit... And put a warning to keep food and drinks away from them.... The Scorpions are a bit tougher, need a smaller mouth hole, or spinny grindy bits to keep small critters from getting inside and popping out.... The dragon was cool, but the armor merging stuff should probably try to armor the BIG GLOWY BIT" With that, he drops to one knee to catch his breath for a bit, and to bow for the queen, of course.... he didn't forget she was there.
[2018-07-20 22:26] *[user]Kaori Battler[/user] wasn't aware Vashiri could talk, coming up short with a look of absolute awkward discomfort. "I uh.. I mean I didn't come all the way out here to get my ass beat on by a bunch of programmed machines, you know?" A part of him was weary, beaten, drained and broken to the nth degree and back again but this was what it must be like, must feel like to be alive at long last. That stuffy cellar back in Cel'Raai had been a prison not a prominent office and way up the ladder like he'd hoped. Thanked by the staggering behemoth of a man Kaori merely thanked him in tandem and lingered by. Fahalred Argos. Guard of the Black Talon household it seemed. What capable individuals that resided here.
[2018-07-20 22:27] [user]DM Event[/user]: [sub]/me would like to remind them to bow down for the royal duck too...[/sub]
[2018-07-20 22:29] *[user]Kaileigh Vindiir[/user] let out a surprised laugh that seemed to hiccup out in a huff before immediately grabbing at her sore abdomen and wearing a sore smile but a smile nonetheless. She couldn't believe the day she has had, and this fierce first taste of using her magic in actual combat was strangely liberating and invigorating to her. She stood in her spot and watched as the others celebrated then looked around at crowd's thunderous applause. Fahalren's complement was answered by her grinning and nodding back to him as if saying, 'Right back atcha.' A giggle came over her as a wisp tickled all around her as the healing factor set in and helped her relax and feel less sore already. Catching a few flowers that gracefully rained over them as the victors, she tucked one into her hair while sniffing the other with a smile. This was some taste for being her first time outside of Cel'raai; she was flabbergasted but learned much of herself and others already throughout this day. Then the dwarf came by, and she actually blushed a little at the mention of her idea to use water. In being presented to the Queen, she curtsied while her knees trembled and her ankles ached then bowed with a grimace from the stretching. Healing up everything took time. Taking note of the duck on the Queen's lap, she let out a, "Huh..." to herself then felt compelled to give a respectful bow to it too. Her reserved demeanor and fatigue kept her from talking much, but she did answer the dwarf then quickly spoke highly of who she fought with. "Your constructs were unlike anything I've witnessed before, but then again, the world outside what I know is all new to me. It was interesting and quite neat, but did you see all these guys fighting..? Never had a chance! I'm grateful to have been able to offer my assistance to them. This was a really wild time." Blinking slowly and heavily, she could really use a long nap then a feast now.
[2018-07-20 22:40] *[user]Thoaim Caiildwoggs[/user] blinked for a moment. "Armor thin'? I didn't make me Aetherdrake 'ave no armor thin'..." He frowned and moved towards the smoldering heap of metal and turned on what seemed to be some sort of plasma cutter and spanner, looking through the machinations that made the inside of the dragon along with its wiring he frowned and rubbed the back of his head.

"OI... I didn't do this, the fuck messed wit' me baby!?" He protested loudly while he turned to the winners and grumbled loudly as he tried to put it all aside. "I'll look into it aye? I wish I 'ad thought o' it but now tha' I can look at i--" And at that, the insides of the dragon seemed to overheat and melt away leaving nothing behind. Within it was another core acting as a failsafe that heated the metal to a point it would collapse and cause the inside of it to burn. The dwarf stared at the dragon and frowned for a moment, growling as his flesh turned bright red with anger.

"Aye, y' want more o' the things aye? Take the soldiers wit' y' to the palace, they are meant for the queenie anyway an' I alreadeh 'ave a deal with her, so you'll 'ave the newest advancements in the castle an' yer men." He seemed distraught, loking at that smoldering dragon with wary eyes with a sigh.
[2018-07-20 22:54] *[user]Fahalren[/user] was actually a bit surprised that there apparently was already a deal going to have them stationed about the castle. Was he that much out of the loop? .....Probably consider he still had not met whoever the new doctor was who had a lab in the palace. He folded his arms and nodded. "Right, thank you kindly. By the by, if you ever want to test your metal dragons versus some flesh and blood ones in their native forms, I can certainly make those arrangements. Even if having these Aetherdrakes tested against his dragons meant that there was a chance the machines could surpass him and the other dragons, it meant a greater potential challenge in the future, especially if for whatever reason the machines went rogue and decided all flesh and blood beings are obsolete. He looked over to his mother and....a duck? When did she even get that? Not he was QUITE certain that he was out of the loop! Then again, there was the chance that she probably hid it from him considering how tasty ducks are and Fahal knew how to roast himself a good duck. Also now that he was thinking about food, he REALLY wanted a corndog now. "I think I'm gonna go for that corndog now. I'm seriously hungry. Maybe I'll get some inspiration for making new ones." With that he walked away, going to go get himself one of those delicious golden breaded meat sticks.
[2018-07-20 23:03] *[user]Vashiri[/user] pulls himself to his feet and lets a long sigh, "I'm lookin' forward to a cold bed, nice sheets, a few girls and guys, some medical attention, and some more damn corndogs. Devil is gettin' nasty tonight." Well, isn't that a pleasant image, right folks?
[2018-07-20 23:06] [user]Thoaim Caiildwoggs[/user]: "She..." The dwarf mumble. "Tha' a fuckin' duck?" He mumbled while he shook his head, at least next time he should ask the name of the dock and also announce it as her royal pet. Only if he truly knew its name...

"More dragons? Well lad, I may take y' up to tha' promise soon, I been' workin' on some new drakes an' they be needin' some tunin' up. I want them t' be guardin' the palace an' every gate into the city." He let on proudly while adjusting the lapel of his coat and puffing up his chest. "But aye, we'll be speakin' later aye?"
[2018-07-20 23:19] *[user]Kaileigh Vindiir[/user] began to feel awkward and out of place around all these huge figures of importance but hoped she made a decent enough impression to be worth remembering even the slightest bit. Not that recognition, fame or renown meant much to her humble soul. The girl's true self and a dual nature residing within had but a mere taste of awakening today as she respectfully bowed with her curtsy a few times until she had gone through the rotation and quietly stepped away to take her leave. She needed a bed and craved nothing more than rest and respite from her mind and all the thoughts swimming around in it now, and that was what she went to now receive.