Go do a bit of practicing in the arena. use all the facilities it has to offer - dummies, flying targets, cardboard cutouts of audience members. Familiarize myself with the workings of my needle and my general abilities.
Then go to the library and find a reference book that talks about the nature and methodology of homunculi, in particular the methods and abilities of the original purebloods. Only leave if the cavern gets snippy about it.
Name: Genesis
Description: Classic 80s action hero looks, kinda quiet. think Kurt Russel from the movie Soldier (only probably less mute)
Nature: Pureblood
Status: Newly decanted
HP: 10
Inventory: Robe, gloves, walking needle.
Fate Points: 3
You wander to the training area. You slap the dummies around a bit, figure out the magic halting abilities of the needle, and that you are pretty fit. No special moves though, at least so far.
[1] You enter the library and attempt to find a book on Homunculi. There are none. You can't even find a single reference to them. Odd.
Grey has decided that everyone else probably has things well in hand, and sets off into the town to see if any of the humans set up some kind of triage tent/area in anticipation of casualties.
He also observes the technology level of his surroundings. Any electricity?
Name: Grey
Description: A hairless pink colored man with lacking facial features, little more than a pair of eyes, two holes for a nose, and a line for a mouth.
Nature: Verbomancer (Maintain)
Status: NOT FINE, one arm is crippled.
HP: 5
Inventory: Purple robe, white gloves, giant needle
Fate Points: 1
You sit up and immediately regret it. You very carefully pry the tightly clenched fingers off the needle and shift the weapon to the other hand. Now at least that arm doesn't have to carry the weight of anything other than itself. You push yourself up using the needle as a crude cane and make for the village. You give the current titanomachy a wide berth. [6] You wander the now mostly abandoned streets, looking at what they have. Electric lights, check. Anti-aircraft guns? Check. Seemingly rustic and ancient sod and grass houses? Check. Technology seems fairly high level, though this is clearly out in the sticks so its full of anachronisms.
You stumble down what looks like a subway entrance and find an underground shelter, its heavy iron door still half open with a man standing at the threshold. He looks at you in shock and other people start to crowd around behind him with equally disbelieving faces.
"Howdy neighbor. I was just in the area and was wondering if you could spare a splint? Maybe some morphine?"
They begin speaking- not a language you know, where's an all-tongue when you need them - and help you into the shelter. You sit on a cot and they gather around you while someone in white starts working on your arm. It takes them only a few minutes to get you injected with something pleasant and have a splint around the arm.
[+1 HP]
WEIRD NEEDLE SPEAR. GIANT ANGRY WOLF. BUM.
Actually let's turn all this WOLF HAIR into AIRFLOW so we can see the actual target next time. And even if it's just hairflow that's fine whatever as long as it gets out the damn way.
Name: Drip
Description: Drip has memories of being water. Surely that's not a thing, but he insists it is. Water.
Nature: Anagramist
Status: Slightly squashed and winded.
HP: 9
Inventory: Purple Eye Robe, White Eye Gloves, Needle Spear
Fate Points: 2
[5]
Drip, quite annoyed about having to constantly deal with all this damn hair, grabs a handful of it and performs a crude but forceful transmutation. About a third of the beast's hair -everything on its left leg and a good bit up its left hip and torso- just vanishes in a burst of air.
"Have big gun to kill big thing."
Use big ass gun and put all the big ass bullets into the wolf thing's face, also maybe try to convince the bullets to poke the wolf thing's eyes out.
Name: Debby
Description: Looks like a regular human woman but with the head of a deer.
Nature: All-Tounges
Status: No longer flopping around a freaking out.
HP: 10
Inventory:
purple robe
white gloves
big ass needle
Fate Points: 0
[4]You tell the bullets to maybe try hitting a little harder, considering they seemed to be pretty ineffective before. They agree, all of them shouting in little metal voices from inside the ammo box, but want some of your blood as payment.
[4]You spin the gun around, using various cranks to adjust its aim, and center the big circular targeting reticle on the Wolf Titan's face. You pull the double triggers and the machine roars. It is truly a thing to experience: The muzzle flash is near blinding, the sound is completely deafening, and the vibration is so intense you feel like the gun is going to tear both you and itself apart. Its all you can do to keep that reticle lined up and adjust your aim via the tracer rounds.
Despite the earthshattering noise of it all, it seems to have relatively little effect other than causing the wolf to turn its face away. No wonder they called in the Homunculi if this is the best they've got. That, or this critter is oddly resistant to normal forms of damage.
<snip>
“All right you oversized mutt!! Let’s finish this!” The Speaker says to the titan.
Evade the arm and climb onto the titan’s back. Once there, go for the brain stem again.
[4][1][+1 fate point]
Speaker catches hold of the shifting wall of fur and begins climbing up towards the titan's neck even as the titan is lifting itself up. He manages to climb up between the thing's shoulderblades, following the ridge of the spine, and raises his needle to jam it into the space between two vertebra. The beast shifts suddenly and Speaker barely manages to hold on, but drops his needle in the process. The weapon bounces down the beast's back and ends up in the snow far below.
<snip>
The Wolf titan, up on hand and knees, is still a good 30 meters tall. It raises its head and looks around at the little creatures harrowing it. It sucks in a deep breath, opens its maw wide, and howls. From its open mouth comes a torrent of freezing air and a hail of ice spears, each several feet long. It sweeps the cone of frozen death in a wide arc, down the left side of its body, past the front and up the right.
<snip>
Oh, shit.
WEIRD NEEDLE SPEAR. GIANT ANGRY WOLF. BUM.
Actually let's turn all this WOLF HAIR into AIRFLOW so we can see the actual target next time. And even if it's just hairflow that's fine whatever as long as it gets out the damn way.
Name: Drip
Description: Drip has memories of being water. Surely that's not a thing, but he insists it is. Water.
Nature: Anagramist
Status: Slightly squashed and winded.
HP: 9
Inventory: Purple Eye Robe, White Eye Gloves, Needle Spear
Fate Points: 2
Ohhhhhh!! SHIT!!
Quickly (and as safely as possible get down off the titan and retrieve our needle. Always make sure to keep ourselves in a place such that the titan can’t use it’s breath against us. Once we have our needle back, use it against the nearest part of the beast that we can safely reach. If it looks like it’s going to fall on us, then curl up into a ball on our side with the needle pointed up and held out above us. Hopefully, this will create a large enough cavity for us to fit in.
[6]You consider your options, ducking as bullets begin spraying at the creature's face and hissing past overhead. You could climb down the fur....what's left of it at least. Slow. And possibly not very safe, with crossfire and the pretty good chance it could fall on you. You look down at the snow far below and make a rather snap decision. You stand up, position yourself in the vague direction of where the needle fell, and sprint forward. You leap straight off the creature's back and go spread eagle, trying to distribute your weight as widely as possible when you hit the soft packed snow. [5] You land with a POOOOF and are up and on your feet in an instant, scrambling over to your needle and snatching it up.
"Fall back if you need to! It has to bleed out pretty soon."
Try to finish the job with the leg by sticking the needle in again. Then pull the function Protect from the hopefully-detached lower right shin of the creature, and push it into my robe.
Also, could we get some info on how much blood the wolf giant has lost?
Sheet.
Also, its bleeding a lot but none of the injuries have opened a major artery. The arm transmutation was the largest "injury" but it left a closed stump, not a bleeding one.
Bob quickly stood back up, not even bothering to brush the snow off at this point. He found it a bit ironic that he had hit the Wolf in the chest with a projectile and now he was hit. If this was the sort of karmic relationship he and the Wolf Titan had, he did not look forward to seeing what would happen if he stabbed it with a Needle. Clearly the solution was to stab it by proxy.
Bob moves to a safer distance from the titan, then attempts to manipulate the nearest belts to wrap around the handle of his Needle and any other lost or misplaced Needles if he can and stab the Needles into the Wolf Titan, preferably somewhere vital or vulnerable. If possible, maybe just stab the second Needle into the bottom of the wound from the first Needle.
Name: Bob
Description: An average-sized human-looking male homunculus with a beard of belts.
Nature: Elemental (Belts)
Status: Healthy
HP: 9
Inventory:
Robe
Gloves
Needle
Fate Points: 2
[5][5]
You call up all the belts you can nearby, sending them flying towards you. You toss your needle into the air and the belts slam into it like iron filings clinging to a magnet. You point up, towards the beast's head, and command them to drive the needle straight in between its eyes. The belts wriggle like cilia and take off at high speed, curving out in a wide charge back towards the titan. You lose track of them in the snow, the hail of bullets, and the darkness and for a moment you worry they may have been deflected or failed to penetrate. But then....
(assuming they're accepted) after reading the plaque, MotLF will grab their gear, pausing only to fashion an eyepatch from a bit of their left sleeve, and head out to the rough area of the wolf titan.
Name: Master of the Lambent Flame
Description: A messy-haired albino with a desert kepi as an extension of their lifeforce. Keeps an aloof expression when not having a delusional outburst.
Nature: Pureblood
Status:
HP: 10
Inventory:
Fate Points: 0
Freshly birthed and still coated in slime under your robe, you step out onto the snowy plain. Just in time to see...
The Wolf Titan suddenly stops moving. Those with a view of its face see blood ooze from a hole in its forehead. That oozing that becomes a sudden and brief geyser, dark red blood gushing from the wound for only a few moments. Then the entire beast begins to crumble apart. White light flows across it in waves, hair, flesh and bone blacken and crumble to ash, and chunks fall away. Most of it seems to blow away in the wind, vanishing into the night, while the larger pieces land heavily in the snow and slowly fall apart, mixing and turning the snow gray. Bob's needle, glowing a very bright gray, is sticking out of a chunk of ash near where the beast's head used to be.
The blizzard fades rapidly and within a few minutes no more snow is falling and the wind has ceased. It is now almost strangely quiet and calm.
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