I'm waiting for alanna to be the one that gets the kill shot and thus powers.
What would Alanna's affinity even be?
Also, am I on the waitlist or not?
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I'm waiting for alanna to be the one that gets the kill shot and thus powers.
What would Alanna's affinity even be?
She doesn't even get an affinity, she just gets inexplicable combat skills, gets almost immediantly recruited by a previously non-existant rebel group against a similarly nonexistant evil government and half the team abruptly turns into broody teenage boys, and then further transformed into hacked up piles of meat via enraged father.
I feel like theres a reference here I don't understand because I'm out of touch with the youth.
And in case this turn ends with a death or someone getting super powers, I'm going by the order that events would reasonably be happening. So people who run straight in go first, people who circle around or who were farther back to start with go after. Here we go.
2 damage. No HP for you.
((It keeps happening.))
Hide behind a tree, then shoot one shell at the rifleman.
Backstory: He is Gordon Freeman.
HP: 0/2
Strength: 10/11
Dexterity: 17
Mind: 10
Wizard Level: 0
Affinity: Shotgun
Inventory:
Double barrel shotgun (d8) (2/3)
Crowbar
Music Box + 2 music discs
10 copper
[6]
You leap to the side before the rifleman can get off another shot, landing on your stomach behind the nearest tree. You grit your teeth and scramble back onto your feet, pressing your back against the tree. You shoulder your rifle, take a deep breath and lean back out. You stay out exactly long enough to point the barrel of your shotgun in the vague direction of the rifleman, squeeze the trigger and then duck back into cover. You see, from your brief moment between the bang and the hurried retreat, the rifleman stagger and you think you hear him hit the ground. But it's hard to tell between all the other shooting and yelling going on.
"ALANAA! TAKE OUT THE GUNMAN!"
"There's a WALL OF FIRE in the way!"
"IS GOOD THING, BULLETS WILL BECOME TINY SPEEDING FIREBALLS! HAVE AT AAAAM!"
Marcus attempts to circumnavigate the firewall, and presumably having lost his attacking option, readies a defence.
Alanna attempts to shoot the gunman.
Name: Marcus
Backstory: Marcus gonna punch a bitch. Marcus gonna judo slam a bitch to the floor! Marcus gonna make earth swallow the idiot who thought he could get one over on Marcus! Marcus needs to do this for daughter. Marcus needs to earn money so daughter can BE SUCCESSFUL. Marcus doesn't know what little girl wants to do but SHE WILL BE THE BEST AT IT. Marcus lost wife in tragic wizard firestorm. Marcus also lost most of his skin. Marcus was left on the street with an adorable child! MARCUS WILL PROVIDE.
Strength: 13 (7)
Dexterity: 13
Mind: 10
Health: 5 (5)
Wizard Level: 0
Affinity: Earth/Metal. Basically an avatar Earthbender.
Inventory:
Caltrops (D4 damage against unarmored feet)
Hourglass in a metal frame.
Heavy Armor (Can't move AND attack in the same turn.)
Wooden Shield (5/5 HP)
Soldiers weapon: Axe 1d8 damage.
Vision fluid~ 10 silver. A green glass vial filled with clear liquid. If liquid is ingested or fumes inhaled, Str
save or spend 1d3 hours in catatonic, hallucinatory state. x2
Flame syrup ~10 silver. Glass jar filled with faintly glowing yellow-orange viscous fluid. Fluid ignites when
exposed to air and burns for 5 rounds. If thrown, sets 15ft diameter area alight and deals 1d6 damage to
anything in it each round. x1
Bag of Metal Acorns.
Quirks:
Full body burn scars
Name: Alanna
Daughter of Marcus, she is sixteen years of age and desires to do something with her life. This mostly involves putting up with her father and making sure he doesn't go off too half cocked on some crazy adventure, usually by being smarter than him. Unfortunetly, she is also a bit weak and has the grace of a house being very suddenly introduced to a boulder at 50 mph.
HP 4 (4)
Strength 8 (8 )
Dexterity 5
Mind 12
Flimsy Armor (armor 1) ~10 Silver. Roll d10 every time the armor blocks some damage. On a roll of 1,
armor breaks.
Soldier's weapon: Rifle d8 damage.
Rifle clips (6 rounds each), x1
A dagger. D6 damage
Marcus sets off like a locamotive: methodically and with a great deal of clanking, huffing and perspiration. He takes off to the left, running to try and circle around behind the wizard and avoid all the very unhelpful fire. As he trundles off Alanna runs up to a tree near Gordon and peeks out. As she looks she sees the gunman get hit, the boxes around him bursting as buckshot tears through him and shatters the wood behind him. He slumps backward onto the crates, his rifle falling from his grip. And Alanna, being a smart and ambitious girl not prone to following her father's orders when they are stupid, or ill conceived, or unhelpful, or self-destructive or...well most of them, decides to shoot the wizard instead of sinking another round into a dying man.
[7] 6 hp left
Her shot clips him, but right on the cheek. It carves a hot red gash from the tip of a cheekbone all the way across his face and blows a clean semi-circular piece out of his ear. The wizard screams and holds his face, shouting what are probably obscenities as what looks like molten iron pours from his wounds. It is at about this point that Marcus has finished his tortuous jog around the clearing and has placed himself in line to attack.
"Well, here goes nothing."
Jump the wall of fire and suprise them. Go for the wizard.
Strength: 11 (15)
Dex: 14
Mind: 10
HP: 1
Element: Sword
Collapsable Pole
Unlit Torch
Nothing
de-stringed Guitar
Guitar strings
vial of vision fluid
Unreasonable Acid
Soldier's Weapon (really big sword)
Rifle (d8, 4 shots)
Clip of ammo (6 shots)
Standard Armor
No quirk.
Feeling pretty cheeky with that 14 dex eh? Alright.
The best way to remove unsightly hair along the bikini line is to jump over a fire roll [2]
[8]0 hp, 11 str left, saves.
You see the fire. You see the gunman. You see the wizard. You know that there are many ways to go about this. As a smitemaster you are aware of dozens of tactical approaches to dealing with horrible monsters of all kinds. But you are also aware of one other fact that is privy only to the most seasoned of those who wield a really big sword: Sometimes the best approach is to just fucking hit the guy. You take your really big sword in hand, point it directly in front of you, and proceed to charge forward like a madman. You sprint towards and spring up over it, soaring like a seasoned long jumper through the flames. You land beyond them, your clothes smoldering and a heavy smell of burnt hair filling the air, and keep going. You charge sword point first into the wizard and sink the tip straight into his chest. His flimsy armor protects him enough to prevent you from running him straight through, but you cut deep regardless. The blood that pours forth onto your blade glows bright orange-yellow and lets off tiny crackling bursts of fire.
Keep an eye on the bandits with my summon senses. Circle around behind them and sneak attack the leader with both my summons and my sword
Snakescorpion
Horse/Cow-sized
d10 HP: 10
3d6 stats
Str:16
Dex:14
Mind:11
Tarantula
Horse/Cow-sized
d10 HP: 9
3d6 stats
Str:12
Dex:16
Mind:5
Name: Bill
Backstory: Since the day he was born, Bill was raised to do one thing. He was meant to take over his father's butcher shop. When that didn't pan out (because a wizard blew it up), he turned to wizard hunting.
HP: 6
Strength: 8 14
Dexterity: 12 16
Mind: 18
Wizard level: 0
Affinity: Metal
Inventory d4: 4
Equipment 1: [6][9] A small lead bar
Equipment 2: [2][14] Meat cleaver (d6)
Equipment 3: [5][11] Standard Armor
Equipment 4: [6][20] Grimoire
Equipment 5: Magical Sabre of Cold (d6) (d4 Cold) (Loaned)
Money: [1][1] None
Quirk: [1] Nope
Bill and the Tarantula skitter around the wizard in total silence, but the chimera cannot help but let out a hiss as it bears down upon its prey. In the end, all that means is that the wizard has time enough to turn and see whats coming for him.
[5][7][6]
Bill, riding a top the tarantula, leaps forward off its thorax and sails through the air. He draws his enchanted blade and strikes in a single motion while in mid-air. The blade sings like winter frost and cleaves straight through wizard's throat. The burst of blood freezes into a red lion's mane around the main's head, and he has just enough time to raise his hands towards his throat in shock before the two summoned beasts descend upon him and tear him limb from limb.
As the wizard dies Bill feels something change within him, some great twisting of power in his chest like a surge of adrenaline that flows outward across his whole body and crackles electrically along his nerves. He falls to his knees, and grips his head, the sensations of the world around him growing too bright and fierce. The universe around him rings with terrible clarity like an arcane bell, and he feels it reverberate inside him, vibrating out to his fingertips. The bare metal ground around him suddenly sprouts, an explosion of metallic grass, seedling metal trees and fragile gold foil flowers. Bill collapses, unconcious, and the flowers grow up around him, hemming him in and hiding him beneath their glittering pedals.
BILL HAS KILLED A WIZARD! HIS POWER GROWS!+1 HP, +1 STR, +1 Dex.
MAGIC CORRUPTS HIM, LITTLE BY LITTLESneak closer to see what the crazies are screaming about now. Is the wizard hurting the music box guy? Then shoot him! Otherwise? Hide!
Name:syv
Backstory: I haven't felt armor this safe since my old days as a reaver, hiding under the corpses and waiting for the ambush. Those were good days, the dead are trustworthy, very safe, not like all these living crazies.
HP: 6/6
STR: 14
DEX: 8
INT: 14
Wizard Level: 0
Affinity: FLESH
Inventory:
Bolt-action Rifle (d8 ranged weapon) [6/6]
Tire Iron (d6 melee weapon)
Flimsy Armor (Armor 1) (Roll 1d10 every time the armor blocks some damage. On a roll of 1, armor breaks.)
Cobbled together pistol (d6 ranged weapon) [6/6]
12 bullets
1 silver coin, 30 copper coins
You poke your head out from behind a tree. Huh. Everything seems to have solved itself! PERFECT!
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