JustHelping's Strange Aeons*: In Search of Sanity

[Just Helping]

Strange Aeons*: In Search of Sanity


Here is our OOC. (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?565889-JustHelping-s-Strange-Aeons*-%28OoC%29&p=23280740#post23280740)

And playing this game are...



Snowbluff
Strega Alexander (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1621317)


NeoPhoenix0
Mizuki (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1648048)


Adamusa
Sir Leon Darahan (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1640353)


TheArcaneCaster
Aoric (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1635833)


Xenopax The Third
Typhon (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1612021)


Yasahiro
Connor Rockbell (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1638377)




This adventure is an unusual one, and I think we should just get things started -- no more waiting, no pomp and circumstance. Let's just dive in.

Players: Roll Initiative



h̵͐͐ͫ̅̽̅̾̄̆̈́͛uͮn̢͙̠̯̹̗̝̮͕̤͍͔̟̘̬͔ͭ͛͂͗̑ͥͯ́ͯ͐́ͧ͐̽̇t̀̄ ̆̓̚e̶̜͖͙͍̮͌̒͒̿̐d̼̫͇ͫ̐͛̆̀͡ͅ ͈̠̳̗͚̲̼̣͍̦̞̭͔̘ͩ͂̊͂͑͒̃͗̍ͧ̈̔ͤͦḻ̡̡̤͓̥͓͚͉̮o͓̣̱sͯ̌ͬͬ̊t ̅̍͊ ̛̹̞̙̼̬̼̗͉͎̻͊̐ͣͮͭͫͪ̌̇ͪ͆͝ͅf̙̊o͑̊ͤ͆ͤͫͥ̉͐͆̾ͪ̍͋̊҉̴͠g̈́́ͨ ͗ ͟y̨͉̝̹͍̰̺͌̈͗ͫ̀ͨ͟ȇ̓̉l̯̱̗̘̺̠̠̹͓l̃̈͗͐ͦ͐ͨ͐͌͗ͨo̲̒͌̋͒̐͞ ̱͈̣̮W ̱͙͇͈͔̭͔̺̻͙̦̓͋̾̋ͫ̈́̈ͬͮ̋̅ͅf̫̆͡ȩ́͟Á̸̢͔̬̬͂́͠ṛ̈́͡ ̨̀҉̝͍̝̖̗̯̰͕̹̰͉͈͇ͅc͆o͓̽m̽̐͐̊̿ͬ̾̔͏̡̦̱̰̤̦̝͈̙īͣ͊̑̏̆̔̊ ̛͋̈́n̞̖̭̩̫̱̜̲̙͇ͬͦͥ̒̔̓͌̏̃̈́g̜̰̞̥̮̻͕̻̳̻̈̾͊̍ͫ̎ͥ́̀͛͊ͪͥ̌ͯ ͈̘͔̱̝ ̵̲̪͞b͚͔̝͓͍̲̩̠̺̘͍̳̪͎̟e̵̟̭̭͂͒̽͟͠h͈̗͎̬͔̟̖̟͌̑́̓̆̉ͭͮ̓͑ͅ ̲ị̺͙̳̠̱̫̮̻̮̣̑̓̾ͥͤ̍̒̈̌̅͋n̦̒d͙̘͓̹̭͎̱̎͆͂̄̾͒ͨ̾͜ͅ ̓͋ͤͤ̓ͨ̐͆̆̇ͦ͐̈̚y̷o̢̨̭͖̪̪̪̤͉̟͎̤͇͉͜ͅu͌̽ͬ̈́ͦͩ̓̓ͤ̓̂̀ ̶͇̺͇̟̫͓͇̳͊̂͒ͦ̔ͣͮ̆c̦͈̠̥̹̙͔̭̳̥̰͚ͅa̮͎͙͔͢͠t̢̡̛cͭ͐̽̆ͯ̀͂ ̶̪͍̲͔̯̘̤͔̜͙̬̽̂́́h̦̥̦͎̮̲͉͔͉i̢̪͍͇͙͚̝̰͇̳̱͉̥n̴̛͘g̓̅̎̋ͪ ͇̩̱͖̩̺̜̮̞͉͋̏̆͌ͥ̄͢ͅ ̡̜͚͇̼̲u̟͇̦̬̣̬̦͇̺͈̝̩̓ͮ̿̿̓̆̓̄ͪ̋͂ͪpͯ̿̓̓͢ run


All around is a wall of sickly yellow fog, tumbling through the alley’s canyon of crumbling, gray brick walls like some jaundiced flash flood. Ahead, the unfamiliar alley splits, curving to the left and right. Behind, from the silent swell of mist, emanates the sound of footsteps—slow, but somehow keeping pace with the careening, hungry wave.

It's̸ co̵mi͝ng͝.̧ Wh̸̢͏at ̧̛͝wi̧̕͠l̵͡͏l͏́̀ y̢͜ou̶ ̀do?

[In4Dimensions]

Aoric’s life flashed before his eyes in seconds, but to him, it felt like hours. He relived his memories over and over, and they were happy memories. He had explored entire planets. He had flown. Then there was a bright light, then an utter dark, then... nothing.

Aoric woke. He was lying face-down, on the dusty ground. He picked himself up slowly, wincing as he felt aches and pains across his entire body. That was when he noticed the worst pain of them all: his wings hung in tatters. Bones were missing, feathers torn out— he could barely glide, let alone fly. As he looked around, he saw that he was in a narrow street, and that a yellow fog approached from one end of the alley. But most frightening of all, he remembered... nothing. All he had was muscle memory. A few other figures lay in the dirt near him. He kicked one, but it did not stir. As the fog grew closer, he could hear footsteps coming from within. Slow, lumbering footsteps, caused by something that must be quite heavier and larger than Aoric. Filled with a strange and terrible fear of this mysterious mist and what it contained, he turned his back and ran.

[Adamusa]

Leon Darahan wakes with a start. It takes a second before his fatigue-added brain kicks in and realises that he is in unfamiliar territory. In a flash the knight is on his feet, crested shield in one hand and the other firmly grasping the hilt of his blade. A quick look left and right tells him everything he needs to know. A sickening yellow fog rolls down the alley towards him, accompanied by the thundering footsteps of something unknown to him. Despite the obvious hopelessness of the situation he holds still for a moment, struggling with his decision.

Pragmatism wins out over pride. Leon releases his grasp on his sword and instead grabs one of the several bodies that lie nearby. The burly knight flings whoever it is over his shoulder and sets off in the opposite direction of the fog, following the rapidly receding footsteps of someone else who has clearly woken up before him.

[Snowbluff]

A pale, very tall elven woman with a long, white braid is picked up brusquely by the knight, startling her awake.

She looks around blearily. "Huh? Where am I?" She asks, very confused. Her eyes easily adjust to the darkness, and she realizes she's being carried over the shoulder of a knight of some kind. "Excuse me, sir? Where are we, and why are you carrying me?"


1d20+

[NeoPhoenix0]

Mizuki wakes up in a panic, not knowing where she is. Actually she doesn't remember where she is supposed to be either. the mist and slow footsteps from behind set her on edge even more. She has no reason to face whatever that is and won't, she turns into a snow white fox and takes off in the other direction. As the ally splits she goes left.

[Yasahiro]

Connor Rockbell

He woke up, gasping for breath for a moment, his eyes a bit unfocused for a moment as he tried to make sense of the situation. He didn't know where he was... who he was. But he heard footsteps behind him, he saw the yellow color of the mist. Something said that something is coming... He ran.

[Just Helping]

Going left, the alley walls sag, battered brick slumping over the path, nearly blotting out the bruised twilight sky. Again the grimy cobblestone path splits. This time one route curves uphill, while the other recklessly descends. Behind, the yellow fog and the relentless sound of pursuit grow closer.

[In4Dimensions]

Aoric, already slightly out of breath, takes the path that leads downwards. He feels an internal sigh of relief as the running becomes a bit easier.

[Adamusa]

"I do not know where we are and I am carrying you because you were unconscious," Leon replies, keeping his pace up as he runs from the fog. His stride transitions to small leaps as he takes a path that begins to descend.

[Yasahiro]

Connor Rockbell

Maintaining his pace, he ran down the path that descended.

[Snowbluff]

Strega Alexander

"Well, that's all well and good, I guess. Not to alarm you, but there is a fog coming after us, so please get me out of here safely," Strega says to Leon, barely containing her panic.

[NeoPhoenix0]

Mizuki

Mizuki descends down the path away from the approaching fog.

[Just Helping]

The mist parts, now mere steps behind. A mask of gray rags emerges, strips of something fleshier than fabric worming and constricting across a body that’s almost humanlike—but too lean, and far too flexible. Gauzy gray ribbons reach out like tendrils, each grasping for less doubtful flesh to claim.

It stalks, seeming just in range. There is nowhere left to run.



Ỉ̼͓͉̒̍t̫̳͌̊'s͖͆ ̣͓̥͎̜͕̒ͧ̋ͮ̓̈́h͖̾eṛ̦̥̥̮̦̓̄ͮ̓ͮ̾ȅ͍̦̟̘͔̹͒̇͋ͬ͑̚ͅ.̌̂̑̃̊ ̣̼͖̠̙͕̌ ̺̣̄̔w͇͈̘͆̇́h̓̽ͩ̆At̹̪̪̦̮̗̟ͧͬ̿̈́͌͐͗ ̘̣̽̾W̮̻̝̞̺͍͋̽̆ͪͧ̀i̲͎̜̱̓ͪͩ́ll͓̗̟̗̰̩ ͮ̍̌͂ͬͪyỏ̚ṷ̜̾̄ d̻o͈̫̮͌ͦͦ?

[NeoPhoenix0]

Mizuki

Mizuki turns around and transforms back to a humanoid shape drawing her sword and entering scarlet einhander stance.

HP 14/14
AC= 19 (+3 armor, +4 Dex, +2 shield)
Scarlet einhander stance
Elemental Attunement: air
available maneuvers:
Spark strike
Minute Hand
random maneuver gained:
[roll0]
1 Copycat Cut
2 Strike the Hourglass
3 Scything Strike

[Snowbluff]

Strega Alexander

Strega hops down, and readies her rifle for a shot.


Pinhole Gambit. +cha to hit if ally is adjacent, +2d6+cha damage to allies attacking that target for 1 round if successful.

[roll0] (touch if close)
[roll1]

[In4Dimensions]

Aoric, seeing the path end up ahead, spins on his heels and faces the creature emerging from the mist. He raises his hand, palm pointed towards the figure, and a bolt of black lightning jumps from his outstretched hand towards the figure.

Disrupt Pattern- Attack: [roll0] vs touch
Disrupt Pattern- Damage: [roll1]

[Yasahiro]

Connor Rockbell

As he approached others that turned around, to fight what was chasing them, he slid, moving underneath them and ending up against the Dead End's wall. He had a dagger but... He was afraid. He felt weak, he didn't feel as if he should fight. But he felt his soul, his mind, reaching towards those that were with him, he could feel their lifeforce brushing against his own.

Standard Action: Adding you all folks into my Collective. If you refuse to allow it, are unwilling, consider yourself not added for purposes of this. But it shouldn't feel malevolent or bad, so...?

[Adamusa]

As the girl he was carrying drops from his shoulder, Leon pivots to face his foe. In one fluid movement he drops into the Snapping Turtle stance and simultaneously launches his shield at the abhorrent entity that stands before him. Catching his shield on the rebound, he rips his warhammer from its loop and readies it.

Swift Action: Enter Snapping Turtle stance.
Standard Action: Execute Throwing Shell maneuver.
Attack (as Shield Bash): 22
Damage: [roll0] + [roll1] = 12
Free Action: Catch returning shield.
Move Action: Draw warhammer.

[Just Helping]

ă̳̤̱͇̦̯̥̭͕̝̞͉̹ͩ̌ͭ̃ͨ̎ͥ̈̈̌̌̍q̶̷͇̣̞̖̩̦̮̥̟̯̜̦͎͡ǐ͒͌̄̏ ̧̥̰͉̻̟͓̄́j̶̋̈́̔̀̆͒́̀͌̽͢͠s̴d̲̤̮̝͓̃ͩͮͪ̄iṇ͖͇ͫ̍ͦͦ̀̇̒̂́ ̹̮̩͉̻a͌͗ͥͥ̑͂i̡̥̜͓͖̞̗̞͓̠̫̿̀ͬ̒͌̍̽ͪͣͧͫͅoͩ̆ͥ̾̾̆̌̈̉̏͌̿ͮ ͆͏͠ḓ̛͙̼͚̞͕̥͆ͣ̌ͫ̽̾̽͢i̢̛̖̺̕aͭ̀ͭͩd̵̵͑͑ͭ̕b҉̬͎͈̘̜̩͙̱̲̪ ̦͎s̵̢̾͋͊̍́͊͗̔̒̂ͬ͛̌̔a̰̪̰̟͇̳̯͍ͯ̉ͥ̍ͩͥͨ̅ ̴̻͈̱̯̣̳̠̦̟̟̫̥̣̞̾̏ͫͣ̃̐̀̉͑̌͊ͨ́̄͝͞S̳͓̙͈͌ͧͪ̐ͤ̎͊ͦ̏͐̓̈̓̽ ̝̯̣̗̳͇͙̘̣ͅA̱̫̼̼̱͚ͪ͌ͥ̅͋̑͡V̴ͮ́͡Ẻ̲̜͓͎̟̋̎ͦͤ͡ ͚͚̬̟̗̼̯̗̲̠̘̲ͭ̏͆̆͌̅͆̏ͪ̑̅͊́͞ā̟̬̟͉ͦ̆ͨ̂́ͅs̆̂͋̾͛ͯ̉̊̆o͗ ̞̗̪͕͓̦̟͎̲̩̫͕͒̒̍̆͛ͥ̃̄ͨ̐ͭͯ̀ͅd̡̃̌̌͂̉̇͂͏͖̺̱͔̰̦͇́ş̸͔̹̣ ̲͓͚̝̗̠͉̳̲j͟͝ơ̥̲͉̟qͤ͆ͤ̃̂̄ͭͣ̆͌ͮ̽ͮͥ͏̬̜̺̞̺̰̥̦͇̝̪̝̫͔d̀ ҉̳͓͎̮̭̭͕̝̖̘̫̝͠ͅͅj͉̟̘̽̊͑̔ͅo̞̹̬̯̻͚̱q̹͇̮̜̭̲̹͡d̽ͫͬ͌̍̽̔ ̬͍̘̮͕̝͍̲̩̻̩̳̭͈͉ͣ̂̅̈͗ͦ̈̚j͉͖͓͕̭ͬ͒̌ͬ̚oͨq̓͋ͨ̀̊̀ͪȏ̿̐̄̔ ̝̯̤̼̟̠͉͙̪̥̄͋̾ͨ̊̌ͅd͟҉j͋̐̊͛ͣ̿̐͢oͥ̑̽̽͆̈̾̂̅͆̆̆̀q͇ͤ


While not deterred by the black lightning, the being seems... momentarily halted by the shield, but despite striking true it only seems to be stopped for a moment. The being seems to float right within reach of everyone, the fog billowing out along with it.

Please only read your own thing.

The creature lashes out at the girl you had been carrying, dragging her quickly into the mist. A splash of blood quickly follows.

The creature lashes out at the warrior who had thrown the shield, dragging him quickly into the mist. A splash of blood quickly follows.

The creature lashes out at the caster of lightning, dragging him quickly into the mist. A splash of blood quickly follows.

The creature lashes out at the fox-girl, dragging her quickly into the mist. A splash of blood quickly follows.

The creature lashes out at someone who had been following behind your group, dragging him quickly into the mist. A splash of blood quickly follows.

[Snowbluff]

Strega reaches towards where the man disappeared, wanting to help.

The sheer terror is only one things she feels.

Among the others, there is regret, shame, and loneliness.

She doesn't know why, but she doesn't want to stick her neck out, not for this person, or anyone.

She steps back, trying to make sense of it all.

[NeoPhoenix0]

Being backed in a corner and having someone appear to die in the mist, Mizuki is scared and does the only thing avialable to her. She moves up to the thing and attacks it with a quick strike followed by a normal attack with her sword.

gain 1 animus at beginning of turn
move action to get close
swift action Minute Hand maneuver with 1 point of animus to add +2 to attack roll
attack roll [roll0]
damage [roll1]
standard action attack
attack roll [roll2]
damage [roll3]
gain 1 animus for using a manuever
HP 14/14
animus: 6
AC= 19 (+3 armor, +4 Dex, +2 shield)
Scarlet einhander stance
Elemental Attunement: air
available maneuvers:
Spark strike
Minute Hand
Scything Strike
random maneuver gained:
[roll4]
1 Copycat Cut
2 Strike the Hourglass

[In4Dimensions]

Aoric sees one of his group being dragged into the mist, and a splash of blood follows. Backing away in horror, he throws more black lightning.

Attack: [roll0] vs touch
Damage: [roll1]

[Yasahiro]

Connor

He backs away, he can't do much, but he felt the lifeforce of those that were with him right now, still safe, still intact. If they are damaged, he should be able to react or tell them quickly, wouldn't he? He can't fight this, not with how he saw one of people that didn't make it to them just die. Those that are... connected to him, at least them. At least they have to stay alive. He can't save everyone, but he will try to help some of them at least.

[Adamusa]

Leon lets out a wordless shout as the girl he carried is dragged into the mist. As his anger boils up within him, he steps forward and swings at the entity with his warhammer. As he does so, a pair of brilliant white wings briefly flare into existence behind him, lighting up the surrounding area for but a split second.

Standard action: Flashing Wings
Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1] + [roll2] = 14
If attack is successful, target is DAZZLED for one round.

[Just Helping]

s͙̪̖̱͓̦̱͚̗̗̮̼ͣ̓͑̓̈́̎́́ͦ͊̆͌͠q̺̮̰͓̘̙̼̱͖̑̉͌̔ͩ̏ͬ̽̓m͔͙̩ͅ ͕͉ḱ̳͉͓c̘̺̗͍̼̳̦͋̃ͩ̋̓̉̈́ǫ̛̥̰͖̺͔̟̻͍̭͉̌̔͛̏̇̍ͪͨͮ̓͜k̔͗̀ ̢̺̫̻͖̻͍̰̖̖̄ͦͥͫ̀̽͢ ̢̛͎̪͍̖̖̾̔͛ͭ̅͝q̧͏̯̮̠̻̗̣̫͇̙ͅo̡͕̺̙j͉̟̮͇̘ͨ͌̓ͯͪͫͦ̑̔͑̂ͨ̔ ̭͍̰̮͙͎̻̻ņ̺̯̠ͣ̑̍͜c̙̩̓̔o̞͚̦͈͔̱̜̰̳̜ͬͪ́̂ͬ͆̉̆̾̿͆͊ͅ ̫w̛͠ ̦iͭ̌ͯ̔c͕͙͙̹̥ͦͪ́̑ͨ U̴̡͌ͥ̈́̽̈́̈́ͫ́̊ͤ̓̾P͇̖͓̘̻ w͓͉̭̰̪͓̜͖̹̤͓̝̗͍͗͂̔̄ͦ̌̿̎̈́͊ͣ̈́͂ͦo̖̙͖͎̬̭̫̜ͭ͐ͦ͛ͯ̓̊ͫcͤͩ̒ ̟̱̼̯̠͎̩͔͉̥̖ͫͣ̆ͯ͂̽̉ͪ͜͝ȯ͚̯̟̥̱̼̉ͥ͋ͧͧẇ͎̗͕̩̼̈̐ͨ̎̈́ͤͮͯ̑ ̙̞̪͚͎é̵̜̹̘̗̥̯ͯ̈ͭͫ̊įc̖͙̬̝̜̔ͦ̋ͣͭ͞j̛͛͐̂͗̆̅ͧ̀̂̊ͧͨ͜͠e ͈̞̥̜͈̮̤̗̩̰͚̌̋̄ͮ̑͑ͩ̎̈̈́̂͂ͅỏ̦̗̖̺̞̫̲̩̺͈̓ͤͣͯ͗̋ͫ̓ͮ̈́̽̒̔̓ ̟̱͉͔̼w̵̶̵̮̹̬͎̦̼͙̩͕̮̭̙͍̱͎̒ͪͪ͒̂̽ͭ̈́ͤ̈́̌̍͊ͣ̊i̯͑j͛̔͑ͦ̅͌̇ ̦̫̝̠̱̙̫̗͙̮̮̠̫̌̓̀̍̔̽͜͢ ͬ͆̋ͩͪ̂̊͛͌ͬ̎ͪ͆͏c̮͇͚͉̼̳͇̟̦̻̤̫̹̻ͮ͂ͬ̌͒̃ͣ̋ͤ̍͛̐̈́̄́̕w̿̾ͫͤ ̞̬̪̝̞͈͎ͪ̿̈͢o͔͕͟j͏ỉ̔̈̽̅̇̑̋ͯ͜҉҉̯̠͖͔̰̼͈͕̮c͉͓̰̘̍ͣ͑̋̌ͭ ͓̼j̧͚͙̒̾͡ẁ̨̟͎̪͚͔̗̺͕̽́͌̊̊̓̾


The creature took the blows from its prey, lurking through the group. Its movement flowed with the fog, not allowing any opening but still able to strike anyone at a moment's notice. It lashed out...

The creature reaches past you, grabbing the caster of black lightning and pulling him into the mist. A more... noticeable spray of blood splashes against the wall.

The creature reaches past you, grabbing the caster of black lightning and pulling him into the mist. A more... noticeable spray of blood splashes against the wall.

The creature reaches past you, grabbing the shield knight and pulling him into the mist. A more... noticeable spray of blood splashes against the wall.

The creature reaches past you, grabbing the shield knight and pulling him into the mist. A more... noticeable spray of blood splashes against the wall.

The creature reaches past you, grabbing the caster of black lightning and pulling him into the mist. Through your psychic link, you feel as if the caster has never existed... and another presence seems to be missing as well.

[NeoPhoenix0]

Mizuki continues to do the only thing she can and tries to attack the entity.

gain 1 animus at the beginning of the turn
standard action Strike the Hourglass manuever with 1 animus for +2 attack
attack roll:[roll0]
damage:[roll1]
if successful DC 17 will save or they can only make amove action next turn
swift action to change stances to Distorted Clock Stance and change element to Fire
gain 1 animus at the end of the turn for using a manuever

HP 14/14
animus: 7
AC= 17 (+3 armor, +4 Dex)
Distorted clock stance
Elemental Attunement: Fire
available maneuvers:
Spark strike
Minute Hand
Scything Strike
Strike the Hourglass
random maneuver gained:
Copycat Cut

[Snowbluff]

"Aiie!" Stega screams as another person is taken away. She doesn't want to be here. Everything is wrong.

Total defense action

perception? [roll0]

[In4Dimensions]

Aoric backs into the wall in fear. His lightning didn’t seem to be having any effect, but he had to keep trying, at least for sanity’s sake. If this thing was going to kill him, he wouldn’t go out without a fight.

Attack: [roll0] vs touch
Damage: [roll1]

[Yasahiro]

Connor

He held his head, this was... wrong. He felt as if he should have felt something, anything, when someone died when connected to him. They shouldn't just dissappear. So something... Something was not right.

He did his best to focus his gaze on this creature, this being. There was something about it... and if he has to die? He'd rather die knowing.

Perception: [roll0]

[Adamusa]

A tinge of despair creeps into Sir Darahan's heart. This thing would not die no matter what he tried. Not Silver Crane, nor Iron Tortoise seemed to make it budge. Perhaps the best he can hope for is to distract it. With this thought foremost in his mind he steps forward, slamming his shield towards the creature in an attempt to distract it.

Standard Action: Angering Smash
Attack roll: [roll0]
Damage roll: [roll1]+[roll2] = 13
If attack hits, target takes a -4 to attack any target other than Leon.

[Just Helping]

The monster stares at its remaining victims for a moment, as if searching for something, then slowly moves forward to end this.

The fog continues to shroud the monster as it moves, grabbing your remaining companions and pulling them into that yellowish veil just as before. It advances on you -- seems like this will soon end, one way or another.

The fog continues to shroud the monster as it moves, grabbing your remaining companions and pulling them into that yellowish veil just as before. It advances on you -- seems like this will soon end, one way or another. Oddly enough, you momentarily feel like something else is reaching out to you before the presence of the fog thing clouds it out.

The fog continues to shroud the monster as it moves, grabbing your remaining companions and pulling them into that yellowish veil just as before. It advances on you -- seems like this will soon end, one way or another.

The fog continues to shroud the monster as it moves, grabbing your remaining companions and pulling them into that yellowish veil just as before. It advances on you -- seems like this will soon end, one way or another.

The fog continues to shroud the monster as it moves, grabbing your remaining companions and pulling them into that yellowish veil just as before. It advances on you -- seems like this will soon end, one way or another.

[NeoPhoenix0]

gain 1 animus at the beginning of the turn
swift action to change stances to Scarlet Einhander
standard action Spark Strike manuever with 1 animus for +2 attack
attack roll: [roll0]
damage: [roll1] slashing + [roll2] fire
gain 1 animus at the end of the turn for using a manuever

HP 14/14
animus: 8
AC= 19 (+3 armor, +4 Dex, +2 shield)
Scarlet Einhander
Elemental Attunement: Fire
available maneuvers:
minute hand
spark strike

[In4Dimensions]

As he saw his friends being dragged into the mist, Aoric gave up. He summoned no more blasts of lightning. Instead, he turned to face the thing, letting his hands drop to his sides. Let it take him, he thought. There’s no point in resisting.

[Snowbluff]

Strega

The elf stares into the fog, squinting as if the obscurity was somehow blinding or to try and focus on it. "Is there someone there?! What do you want from me?!"


[roll0]

[Yasahiro]

Connor

He held his head in his hands, as if trying to calm himself. It was coming for him and there was nothing he could do...

If he has to die, he will die fighting, was his main thought. He took out his dagger and ran at the monster, intent on stabbing it

Attack [roll0]
Damage [roll1]

[Adamusa]

So this is how my story ends, Leon bitterly thinks to himself. To die in such a place like this... it was almost laughable. Nobody would know his deeds here, nor would his death be remembered in the tales sung by the minstrels of his home.

Home. So far away it seems now. The thought of his house and family gives the knight one last burst of strength, a sudden resolve to die with his honour intact. Sir Leon Darahan launches himself at the creature one last time, the warcry of his house echoing as he brings his hammer down on the thing.

"WE ARE THE WALL!"

Standard attack: [roll0]
Damage if hit: [roll1]