Syncopy

Try being a boss that doesn't attack...

It's far, far worse than that... I'm trying to give you (specifically) writing liberty without being fuckin' melted and abused, lol. But my boss-dice are god-damn disappointing. Absolute trash. I was hoping to punch you through some shit, Hulk-style, but NOOooooo....

[□ □ □ Right-Click : Open in New Tab. OH SHIT SON! NEW FORM!? ■ ■ ■] 3rd FORM: http://www.ffmages.com/ffvii/ost/disc-2/14-jenova.mp3 With a blade through it's core nearly to the hilt, the beast would have looked down—had a body not been planted on it's face before ramming blades into either side of it's makeshift skull. The rolling pieces of debris tried to move to relocated to the front of the body, to block and avoid any additional damage, but the torrential onslaught of combatants seemed to pour upon the beast in waves. It couldn't keep doing this forever. The soul core was nearly depleted, but would condense soon enough. Enough to produce a final form, perhaps... The blades wedged into the core and chestpiece of the lava beast was something they saw as a threat, when they should have seen it as a shell. A protective barrier, concealing what lay dormant within the core. They tried to take it on and destroy it. Close. They had come close; but the overwhelming surge of energy wasn't yet thinned to produce a raw stone core to strike down, but instead pulsing waves of fiery inertia which forced some of them into extreme combatives. But now ... ha...hahah...hahahHAHAhh.... At proximity, regardless of whether a man was birthed in the flames or not—the necrotic energy was not just white-hot fire, but also corrosive to spells and the sort, so even with James' saving-throw characteristics, surely the beast felt he could take at least one of these pesky nuisances out of the picture. It bore down. Clamped upon the longsword embedded into it's chest, the monster's boiling eyes bled magma across the harsh contrast of concrete that had constructed it's face. A laugh emerged. It was bellowsome and gritty. The baritone shook the world around them, it came from so deep within. The armor was thick across it's front, but the exposed back was blindingly white. It grew brighter until the shine couldn't be concealed any longer, illuminating it's entire frame and leaned into James, "You... will di—eGRRKKKK—Wh...haaaaannNOOOOOOOOO!!" An ebony spear emerged the beast's chest, bursting cleanly through debris and before spearing through the unknown ally, it fanned before James like a concave dome that spread swiftly. A tactician, to be certain. "B...BAST...ARD!" The spear had broken off in a different direction as well, forcing a spike through the core, but not before the monstocity had gone supernova. The blast from the beast released shrapnel in all directions, except for the allies that had been performing the dangerous acts to whittle the beast down. The explosion followed the shield to perfection and the white-hot blast of fire and molten rock was thrown just beyond the three combatants in a flash that would force them to shield eyes. It would have had an eclipse-like effect, with the black of night as a shield with a flashbang behind it. Chunks of concrete were thrown from the blast. The ground was literally melted in streaks of liquid asphalt and warped metal in waves around the shield that had protected them, but in turn had blasted Kalenis against a building with a chunk of a building that had been severed and sent spiraling through the air. He'd had a moment to sidestep and keep his face and outstretched arm from being impacted -- true support, to the end. To shield allies to the cause. * * * * * When the blast had ended, twin daggers were somehow thrown to stick into the earth nearest Epheren from a black tendril that had managed to salvage them and use the momentum of the blast to return them to their owner. The shield collapsed then, retracting to the focal point and returning back to the owner. The flash of energy left a present for them all. And a single ghoul friend, who immediately was hungry for death. Spying the group of fleshbags before her very ugly, soulless eyes... Dragon Specs: ~15' tall -- bone, rotten flesh, debris, necrotic flames Concept: Demon Flames, Undead, Debris Dragon — first and second forms, combine. READ. & COMPREHEND. DICECRAFT: [ Preparation: □ □ ] | 3rd Form Hits on a 4,5,6 — Roll: 2 - Miss Spawns a ghoul on a 2,3,4 — Roll: 2 - Spawn 1 Ghoul Combative Ghoul: Swings every turn. Hits on a 5,6. — On hit: Ghoul does +1 to all rolls. [ This may be used to your advantage : you're the writer. ] Ghoul dies: on a 4, 5, 6. [ Turn Rotation Target: four 3s to be rolled □ □ □ □ to slay ] + if only one tick is rolled, one damage will be taken, and then one will be regenerated. + if two ticks are rolled, one damage will be regenerated. one remains. + players may spend ONLY one prep +1 or -1 to meet requirement. MARKED FOR DEATH: Boss Strike — On boss turn: roll a D6. 4/5/6 hits all players with a mark. 1 mark does nothing 2 marks instills chaos. If you roll a 3, roll again. 3 marks gives you a +2 to your die rolls. 4 marks initiates "Shot Through The Heart!" — Roll a 4 and you're ejected from the event (death, coma, whatever your story deems) — Non-4, you're safe ... for now. Repeat 4 marks each time marked.

God bless, this post is taking me forever to conjure. I hate having a picture in my brain of what I want to happen, and then being like ... fuck. I gotta describe that...?

Ghoul raise: 2,3,4

Boss Roll, Bitches. 3rd Form. Jesus, this boss sucks. Lol.

Current Mob: The Harvester Remaining: 2 forms (2nd form: 0 HP) no damage given | Attack Roll: 1+1 = 2 | Hit Prep Stored: 2 | 1 The tactician's gut feeling was right on point. The flies swarmed this mega-boss and in their victory, came their morale defeat as something else emerged from the bowels of this darkness. The chunks of concrete flew by the boy, pulling from the ground and a piece impacted him against the side and shoulder, sending Kale spiraling before nearly dropping to the ground. As his hands fell, the blow was lessened by the fact that his hands were coated in a thick black sinew, pull in straps from his fingers up his forearms and had slowly began to mold higher, until his lithe frame was encased in the Brand. It pinged and flecked against his armor from here on out, as though the sentience desired to preserve it's host... He watched the blasts come inbound and deflect from the beast with ease, but then a man charged. Foolish, Kalenis' thought. His eyes narrowed to watch the action unfold as the other team drove in to deliver another opening blow. He felt the advantage of his location, opposite of this other crew, as it allowed him the full picture. He watched the blade plunge through the beast, and an interesting thing happened. It hadn't yet seemed to form fully yet, so the plates of junk moved around the body like a serpent's coil, peeling flesh from the rear to reinforce the front from assault. It didn't help, but it did allow for exposure cross the back. Then lunacy begat lunacy. The aerial acrobatics of the team that seemed as reckless as the fire of the beast, allowing the buffering waves of heat to singe loose fringe and curl hair. Their bold actions allowed the exposure to grow vastly. Daggers impaled into the skull was a rather brutal touch to the sheer grace the female commanded. Such a complimented beauty, the boy was nearly enamored and charmed in the moment. The world was still for her in the moment—her moment—to inflict the maximum amount of damage possible, while looking femme fatale in doing so ... such seduction. Not to take from her own personal victory, but the beast was on the ropes and something must be done. [2] From the back, none of the other three would have seen the swelling energy rolling and spiraling with a blade through the core and the momentum that was colliding to build up over and over again. Upon itself, and upon itself once more—the folds of churning necrotic fire raged at their arrogance and forward combative prowess without any regard for their own safety. Their hubris ... it disgusted the monster ... The core went white hot, yet was masked to the crew on the front due to their onslaught. Kale's eyes widened. "Noo... he's ... going to explode ...?" The youth's lips trembled with anger. "No... NOO!" Concentrate... these people need you. They would not be sacrifices. The Brand consumed the youth entirely in ribbons of ebony armor that rippled spikes from the shoulders down an outstretched arm and sent a bolt of ebony lightning from the shadow's appendage... [D1E] | Kalenis | Thread: D Levels Gained: 2 | EXP: 8/10 Current Team: Viktus @paradigm & Kalenis Team Kills: 0 | CL.5 | 1 'The Harvester' 210 | 30—CL.4 | 4 Cliff Manticore, 3 Goblin Shaman 340 | 20—CL.3 | 4 Lung Tiger, 1 Canes Evandi, 4 Dimfyre Soldiers, 1 Witwag, 4 Ripper, 3 Ghouls 030 | 15—CL.2 | 2 Goblin Raider 050 | 10—CL.1 | 5 Pumpkin Spice

Kalenis vs Form 2.

Sorry I'm running behind. I'll try and get to this today. Work + family + surgery post-op = tiresome

I'll get two posts up tomorrow.

Right. But that's why the 2nd form post clearly says, pay attention to these rules 1 prep for +-1. players may spend one prep +1 or -1 to meet requirement. In this case -1 is the only acceptable prep, from a 2 roll 2nd Form. Rules changed. Lol. You can no longer use more than one prep to raise or lower your dice rolls.

@Chappu players may spend one prep +1 or -1 to meet requirement. In this case -1 is the only acceptable prep, from a 2 roll You cannot spent 4 preps.

Only if you rolled a 6.

[□ □ □ Right-Click : Open in New Tab. NEW FORM!? ■ ■ ■] http://www.ffmages.com/ffvii/ost/disc-1/09-shinra-company.mp3 The actions that had occured progressed the fight. ... whether it for the good or not, was to be determined. It was going to get harder. Much, much harder... Their combine attack had done the trick and while the sense of accomplishment was in the air, lingering like the malignant stench of decay, it would not remain for long. The corpse that had begun to crumble and sluff to the ground offered the crew a sense of relief for the moment, but the action caused by Dan would soon be revealed as the team's undoing. At the moment of the lightning strike, which caused the core to explode from within, the shrapnel flayed the ribbons of sinew from the inside out and the body seemed to simply release unto itself, collapsing in a pile of rotten flesh, skulls, and a mangle of what looked to be dozens of human remains. The lanterns crashing against the ground, opening what had been hidden within was the trigger. The beginning of the end. The energy howled so loudly that if ears were not covered immediately, a stunning effect would take place, but the attack hadn't the gumption to be seen for it's truth, due to the failure of not possessing a host. They could have all been paralyzed, but that would come... soon. So soon. The ground cracked apart beneath the shower of magenta energy and magma spurted upwards, called by the energy. At it's core, a white-hot flame had taken ahold of the necrotic power, now consuming it within a shell of stone and debris. Metal piping and destruction caused by this night throughout the city seemed called and channeled to this place, rolling and tumbling along the ground and snapping together like a Dr. Frankenstein creation. Bars of alloy, met with rubble and brick, pulled to form a beast that slowly lumbered from what looked to have been a ball-like form, into a massive monster of city walls, metal, and lava... It's roar echoed throughout the city. Glass shattered from the outcry all around them as it threw it's arms back, barreling out it's chest and belted another screaming challenge. From the undead to the molten hot -- it couldn't be worse... could it? READ. & COMPREHEND. [ Preparation: ■ □ ] | Roll: 3 (miss) 2nd Form Hits on a 4,5,6 [ Turn Rotation Target: three 2s to be rolled □ □ □ ] + if only one tick is rolled, one damage will be taken, and then one will be regenerated. + if two ticks are rolled, one damage will be regenerated. + players may spend one prep +1 or -1 to meet requirement. In this case -1 is the only acceptable prep, from a 2 roll. MARKED FOR DEATH: Boss Strike — On boss turn: roll a D6. 4/5/6 hit all players with a mark. 1 mark does nothing 2 marks instills chaos. If you roll a 3, roll again. 3 marks gives you a +2 to your die rolls. 4 marks initiates "Shot Through The Heart!" — Roll a 4 and you're ejected from the event (death, coma, whatever your story deems) — Non-4, you're safe ... for now. Repeat 4 marks each time marked.

BOSS ROLL - hits on a 5 or 6 AND ADDS A MARK, IF HIT