Tulpamancing Roleplay: An exercise in visualization.

[cruse]

vixen reached there in time, i'll write the scene, wait for me.

[G+3]

[Oh, okay, that would have helped to know that. Do I go, still, because Vixen is there?

 

I mean, I can go if you want me to, I've got time :D]

 

Edit: Don't mind that, I won't be back online for another 8 hours of so, post away.

[cruse]

[align=center]|Vixen|

Stat

Strength: D20

Agility: D20

Accuracy: D6

Endurance: D20[/align]

 

Vixen is gasping for oxygen as she ran towards the scene. She was never a soldier, endurance is something she doesn't have with the current state her body is in. She didn't had her snacks either so both her muscles and stomach is screaming at her.

 

Tired + Hungry

Strength D22 (+2)

Agility D22 (+2)

Accuracy D6

Endurance D22 (+2)

??? D6

 

As she neared the scene of the incident, wondering where all the other guards is, she caught a glimpse of the event. One of the guard is being taught a great lessons in close quarter combat by a humanoid figure in brown-black attire. The other guard seems to be getting up, but she couldn't see what the other guard is fighting against.

 

Vixen went down the stairs leading to a floor beneath the wall's roof. As she ran, she heard a loud *thud* about ten meters ahead, did the guard did his job or is he sleeping on the job now? Either way, Vixen loaded her syringe gun with [Anesthetic] and take a stop on the next stairs leading up. She wasn't sure if she had went past her enemy or not, she's betting on the latter.

 

She counted to three, syringe pistol at the ready. Her tiredness disappeared.

 

One

Two

Three

 

Vixen jumped up the stairs, she saw the black figure in front of her to the right and fired instinctively without thinking. All that happened in half a second. However, the black figure seemed to be well-trained and attempted to dodge instinctively also.

 

[align=center]Vixen fired, accuracy D6; rolled 5

Miah dodged, agility D8; rolled 2[/align]

 

The black figure avoided the shot from the syringe gun, only one anesthetic left. But that is the least of Vixen's worry, as the black figure initiated her counter attack.

 

[align=center]Miah attack, agility D8; rolled 2

Vixen parried, accuracy D6; rolled 3 (graze)

Vixen endures, endurance D22; rolled 20 (grazed, but it did damages)[/align]

 

Vixen tried to parry, but somehow, the knife above her head flashed and reappeared sideway, she almost caught it. The knife raked her shoulder heavily and made a deep cut on her as Vixen fell down. She cursed with pain and frustration. (+4 endurance)

 

The black figure leaped and is now about to impale her with the knife. It's too hard to parry, but let's see if this bastard could stand against THIS

 

Vixen used [Fire blast] cost: ???+1 . (close range, can't be dodged, no damage, throw back, disorient)

 

Vixen created a fire blast that covered a cone in front of her, no one could dodge that in close range. But the fire was spread out, is it strong enough to stop the charging black figure?

 

[align=center]Roll strength for 8, fail = throw back

Miah rolls strength D20; rolled 12[/align]

 

Oh yes it did. The black figure was thrown away quite far, it was almost blown of the wall. It seems to be quite shaken up from the blast (+1 to accuracy and agility).

 

Miah grabbed, agility D9, rolled 5

 

The black figure stopped itself from falling off the wall. Vixen got up as she saw the black figure hanged on a wooden railing disoriented. It's body completely exposed.

 

Vixen loaded another [anesthetic] into her pistol with a sleight of hand. The black figure saw that and tried to do something. Nope, Vixen thought to herself.

 

Vixen fired, accuracy D6; rolled 1 (Check mate!)

 

[align=center]Vixen stat

Strength D20

Agility D20

Accuracy D6

Endurance D24

??? D7

 

Miah stat

Strength D20

Agility D9

Accuracy D9

Endurance D16

Under the effect of anesthetic[/align]

 

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Whatever Miah do next, she's gonna be hit with an anesthetic that will put her to sleep if she fails endurance roll of 12 at every action.

Also, sorry if I god mode too far. You can add her dialogue later, but the action seemed logical for me. Miah is definitely going to do a follow up after Vixen fell.

Also, pruria, the guard's getting up.

[Wrath]

Meanwhile Leo stood watching the battle from the street corner, wondering if he should even get involved at all. On the one hand that stranger sporting a dark grey cloak and the resident alchemist whom he had yet the pleasure of meeting were both apparently deadly warriors, he could try and back vixen up but he feared that the woman in grey would stab him.

 

He considered trying to talk them down, get them to be civil and sort out there differences without violence. Seconds later he saw vixen hit her with an anesthetic, he figured she'd be down within minuets. He decided to just do what he does best and become a casual observer, as he figured his involvement wouldn't have mattered much beyond this point anyway. He decided to study the two of them and learn what he could about their abilities and fighting style. Not that he needed to or because it was important, but because he had nothing better to do.

 

[[btw curse, those character sheets you sent me have been a great help]]

[cruse]

Some of them are outdated though.

Besides, Leo better run. Miah's gonna fall, someone should save her.

[Jax]

((I'll post soon. Miah's got one little ace in the hole left.))

[cruse]

Aw crap

[G+3]

I'm home now but I've a few things to wrap up before I get more than a second to do anything; I'll have Pruria on the line ASAP. Sorry, for the wait.

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A lot had happened around the pony since she had collapsed to the ground: she was losing blood and her shield was down, that's all she knew.

 

Dizzy: +2 accuracy, +1 agility

[align=center]New stat:

Strength — 10d

Agility — 18d

Accuracy — 17d

Endurance — 23d[/align]

 

She stood up, not putting pressure on her left foreleg; the guard she launched her only weapon at was also attempting to stand up. The bass lay behind the guard, far from the pony's reach, but the fire stick... lay in-between the two, [Fuck...]

 

The two began crawling for the same purpose, the guard at an advantage. At a lack for concentration, the pony couldn't get her wings flapping well enough and relied on her flimsy feet to fall towards the weapon.

 

Guard roll: 9

Pruria roll: 12

 

Neither faring too well, the race was slow and messy but the guard came out, just inches in front of the pony. With not even the will to attempt to pry the weapon from the man—from the pain of her injuries and forced body trauma—Pruria only held her right foreleg in protection of her face, preparing for the worst?

 

[God damnit, cruel faith.]

 

A newly familiar click clicked; the weapon was pointed at Pruria's other should, obviously to fully disable the pony; but no disabling took place. The pony took her chance and grabbed the stick, pointing it away from her body, and tried to pry it from the guard,

 

Pry, roll strength; d10: 7

Guard, resist, roll strength; d19: 15

 

The pony managed to pry the weapon from the man—even from her almost prone position—and threw it off the wall into the baron land.

 

[Put 'er up!]

 

Threatened the pony, who followed her own command, and very quickly went on the offensive.

 

Pruria, punches, roll agility; d18: 9

Guard reaction, roll agility; d16: 14.

Second chance:

Target: 27. Roll: 13

 

Joal successfully landed a hit on the guard's chest, and went again.

 

Endured: +2 endurance.

Pruria, roll: 15

Guard, block. Roll strength: 5

 

The guard blocks the pony's second assault expertly and goes in for an attack of his own.

 

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Okay, that's all I have time for; RUSH RUSH RUSH! perhaps Vixen can stop the fight or something.

[cruse]

Gotta wait for miah's ace in the hole

[G+3]

While we wait for said, I just realised, my guy has been herping 'round for about the last page and a bit. I guess I can explain that.

 

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Caught in a lull, the man snapped back to his search, though not for the two lost party members, but rather for the explosions he had just heard.

 

The explosions came form south of the man, so there he went. Though no matter how much he tried, the rush of people from the town's main market place simply would not let G toward's the event. So instead he reverted to old tendencies,

 

Crowd control, target: 6. Roll Charisma; d12: 1. Critical success.

 

The man called forward into the crowd, pushing hard from his diaphragm, ''Everyone keep calm! Pushing may lead to injury! Everyone stay calm for the well beings of everyone around them!'' His voice carried pitch perfectly, the crowd slowed to a walking speed and stopped pushing against him. A small moan was heard and a clearing was made in the crowd. G found his way to the clearing and found a little girl, just about to be trampled not seconds before, crying from a graze on her knee she revived from falling.

 

G knelt down beside her and quickly whispered, ''I'm G, stay calm, I'm going to help.'' He then stood back up and called to the very panicked crowd, ''Everyone grab a buddy and slowly move from the danger! Elderlies, disabled, children and pregnant women are priorities! Do not push or stop!''

 

An ear pricing cry was heard from about fifty metres away, atop the wall; the crowd sheepishly kept their calm and obeyed the man's orders.

 

The man knelt down to the child once more and pulled a plaster from his satchel, ''This won't hurt a bit.'' and applied it. The child winced as the plaster made contact, and then let out a breath of relief.

''Thank you, mister. I only know a few people as nice as you!''

''Not a problem, sweetie. And please, call me G.''

 

Another man came through the crown and picked the child, squeezing her in his arms. ''Oh Misty, Misty, I was so worried.'' He then looked at the medic, ''Thank you sir, you saved my daughter.'' And the man left with the rest of the crowd.

 

G immediately retuned his attention to the wall the scream had come from, I'm lucky I ended up so damn close to it. and began making his way through it.

 

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Crowd control and plasters; god damnit, I'm such a fucking baller.