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Re: Trapped in the Underdark - In Character
Combat Round 2
"Oh Right! That would explain that!" The masked witch raised a finger, as if just coming to that realization.
"Could'a fooled me.. " She chuckled. "Been seeing the edge of your blade just fine from over there." That battle-taunting in itself wasn't unusual, but what was, was that she did so with a blade through her chest. Lena was sure that she hit something too. "Ugh. Alright, see, if you hit me like that you just remove any choice I have of holding back and taking it nice and slow with you." The masked woman chuckled, while suddenly, one of the masks behind her cracked, dropping to the ground and shattering. "And can you stop casting all those support spells over ther? Geesh. I hate having to actually work." The witch complained at Lior. "Oh well, at least I get to unwind a little for a change.." She chuckled, suprisingly expressive for something that.. lacked a face.
"Well, guess we gotta get serious. Can't have you trashing my masks and getting away with it." She stepped backwards from the sword impaling her chest, pulling it out, with a slight sloshing of black liquid that stuck to the blade like glue before snapping back and completely covering up the stabwound, mending the witches clothes at the same time.
Meanwhile, four of the masks floated forth, one of each halting infront of Lior, Lena, Xirce and Asheroth. Not enough with this, the remaining seven masks floated around the witch, arranging themselfs so as to shield her from all directions(though her left flank at her back was uncovered.
The black dolls were more defined, moving on their own to take on oddly sensual poses, taking definite female shapes, but without any defining characteristics of their own. Three of them reached out in yearning towards Lena, who was closest, another two posed for Asheroth and Xirce on their right, or left, respectively.
Meanwhile, the dolls facing with the heroes were much more undefined and unmoving. You get the eery feeling they might not stay this way.
"Alright no, fuck this creepy shit." Xirce growled and gripped the Doll right before her, holding her hands out with a blazing of hellfire, incinerating it to ashes, causing an annoyed growling from the Witch. "You really are no fun." "Bitch, I'm fun for days, but I outgrew playing with dolls ye... centuries ago." Xirce shot back.
"Oh it doesn't matter if you don't want to play with them. They want to play with you. Come on you all, look lively, dance for me! Be merry whilest you still can! Ha ha!" The Witch clapped her hands in a playful rythm, which, with the scraping of her clawed gloves, managed to sound rather eery by itself.
Meanwhile, Asheroth was dealing with the other two. Rushing to hit the drow, she found herself having to dodge the Earth genasis hammer first, which she managed.. he seemed more the staunch defender type.
"But anyway, you can totally talk your way out of this. Just say something like 'We surrender! We'll become your willing playthings, .. We're so sorry for smashing two of your masks, and I'll let you live, tell my contractors I killed you. Trust me, done that, oh I dunno, a dozen times in the past?" The masked witch sounded amused, but also a little out of breath from doing whatever she had just done with the ten puppets now around.
Asheroth had struggled through the poisoned needles and found it hard to hit the evasive and hidden drow, but still, one of her strikes found its mark. She didn't have time for further attacks, as the drow had skillfully positioned herself out of reached and the Paladin had to maneuvre around earth genasi and newly created Doll.
Her weapon cut deep into the Drows arm, raised in defense, though.. it felt like that kind of attack should have cut right through the arm, instead, it left a nasty, but ultimately superficial flesh wound.
The earth genasi stood stoic, as, out of nowhere, a wound appeared on his arm. He narrowed his eyes at Asheroth, proclaiming: "Do not touch her." Before slamming the hammer down on her. He then reached out to grab her, which she evaded.. but not the drawback from him pulling his hammer back up, slamming the edge against her chin. Frankly, compared to his companion, his attack was.. barely like sparring with a rough partner.. but it still hurt. (Crit confirmation failed, Asheroth takes 8 damage! You can't move and full attack.)
Meanwhile, the drow grinned dangerously, only to freeze, groaning and grabbing her head. All of a sudden she stumbled back, with Sylvie floating out of her body, seeming from nowhere. "Fuck, that ones mind is disciplined.. Should have expected it if all you do is stay silent and hide in some big bitches shadow waiting for your time to strike. Hey Ashenputtel, you better come up with something, I got a bit out of their mind and they are good at this nonsense. The earth genasi cast a spell that'll redirect her wounds to him, she keeps striking from behind him, ensuring you can't attack her properly.. of course attacking him is also stupid unless you got a family sized can opener. Also, I can't do what I just tried to do to her again for a while.." Sylvie informed Asheroth, whilest flipping the drow off. The rude ghost seemed to have succeeded at staggering her though, making the drow retreat, putting Berg between herself and the Paladin again.
Initative: Lena -> Lior -> Masked witch (Perfectly healthy), White doll x3, Black Doll x7 -> Xirce -> Asheroth -> Berg(Injured) -> Schatten(lightly injured, staggered) -> Sylvie
Combat Round 2
"Oh Right! That would explain that!" The masked witch raised a finger, as if just coming to that realization.
"Could'a fooled me.. " She chuckled. "Been seeing the edge of your blade just fine from over there." That battle-taunting in itself wasn't unusual, but what was, was that she did so with a blade through her chest. Lena was sure that she hit something too. "Ugh. Alright, see, if you hit me like that you just remove any choice I have of holding back and taking it nice and slow with you." The masked woman chuckled, while suddenly, one of the masks behind her cracked, dropping to the ground and shattering. "And can you stop casting all those support spells over ther? Geesh. I hate having to actually work." The witch complained at Lior. "Oh well, at least I get to unwind a little for a change.." She chuckled, suprisingly expressive for something that.. lacked a face.
"Well, guess we gotta get serious. Can't have you trashing my masks and getting away with it." She stepped backwards from the sword impaling her chest, pulling it out, with a slight sloshing of black liquid that stuck to the blade like glue before snapping back and completely covering up the stabwound, mending the witches clothes at the same time.
Meanwhile, four of the masks floated forth, one of each halting infront of Lior, Lena, Xirce and Asheroth. Not enough with this, the remaining seven masks floated around the witch, arranging themselfs so as to shield her from all directions(though her left flank at her back was uncovered.
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"I'd have taken my time with you, but as you insist.. Danse~ Macabre: First Act oh and while at it. Incarnations of the empty world: Rise of the army of puppets." As the witch chanted that, black goo began oozing from each of the seven masks surrounding the witch, whilest the four facing our heroes began dripping white liquid, like paint. In both cases the liquid slowly filled out the shape of black, or white, dolls, with their masks making the faces, floating no longer.The black dolls were more defined, moving on their own to take on oddly sensual poses, taking definite female shapes, but without any defining characteristics of their own. Three of them reached out in yearning towards Lena, who was closest, another two posed for Asheroth and Xirce on their right, or left, respectively.
Meanwhile, the dolls facing with the heroes were much more undefined and unmoving. You get the eery feeling they might not stay this way.
"Alright no, fuck this creepy shit." Xirce growled and gripped the Doll right before her, holding her hands out with a blazing of hellfire, incinerating it to ashes, causing an annoyed growling from the Witch. "You really are no fun." "Bitch, I'm fun for days, but I outgrew playing with dolls ye... centuries ago." Xirce shot back.
"Oh it doesn't matter if you don't want to play with them. They want to play with you. Come on you all, look lively, dance for me! Be merry whilest you still can! Ha ha!" The Witch clapped her hands in a playful rythm, which, with the scraping of her clawed gloves, managed to sound rather eery by itself.
Meanwhile, Asheroth was dealing with the other two. Rushing to hit the drow, she found herself having to dodge the Earth genasis hammer first, which she managed.. he seemed more the staunch defender type.
"But anyway, you can totally talk your way out of this. Just say something like 'We surrender! We'll become your willing playthings, .. We're so sorry for smashing two of your masks, and I'll let you live, tell my contractors I killed you. Trust me, done that, oh I dunno, a dozen times in the past?" The masked witch sounded amused, but also a little out of breath from doing whatever she had just done with the ten puppets now around.
Asheroth had struggled through the poisoned needles and found it hard to hit the evasive and hidden drow, but still, one of her strikes found its mark. She didn't have time for further attacks, as the drow had skillfully positioned herself out of reached and the Paladin had to maneuvre around earth genasi and newly created Doll.
Her weapon cut deep into the Drows arm, raised in defense, though.. it felt like that kind of attack should have cut right through the arm, instead, it left a nasty, but ultimately superficial flesh wound.
The earth genasi stood stoic, as, out of nowhere, a wound appeared on his arm. He narrowed his eyes at Asheroth, proclaiming: "Do not touch her." Before slamming the hammer down on her. He then reached out to grab her, which she evaded.. but not the drawback from him pulling his hammer back up, slamming the edge against her chin. Frankly, compared to his companion, his attack was.. barely like sparring with a rough partner.. but it still hurt. (Crit confirmation failed, Asheroth takes 8 damage! You can't move and full attack.)
Meanwhile, the drow grinned dangerously, only to freeze, groaning and grabbing her head. All of a sudden she stumbled back, with Sylvie floating out of her body, seeming from nowhere. "Fuck, that ones mind is disciplined.. Should have expected it if all you do is stay silent and hide in some big bitches shadow waiting for your time to strike. Hey Ashenputtel, you better come up with something, I got a bit out of their mind and they are good at this nonsense. The earth genasi cast a spell that'll redirect her wounds to him, she keeps striking from behind him, ensuring you can't attack her properly.. of course attacking him is also stupid unless you got a family sized can opener. Also, I can't do what I just tried to do to her again for a while.." Sylvie informed Asheroth, whilest flipping the drow off. The rude ghost seemed to have succeeded at staggering her though, making the drow retreat, putting Berg between herself and the Paladin again.
Initative: Lena -> Lior -> Masked witch (Perfectly healthy), White doll x3, Black Doll x7 -> Xirce -> Asheroth -> Berg(Injured) -> Schatten(lightly injured, staggered) -> Sylvie
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