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>>1192472
> [PRIDE] Zelam, you've done fantastic, never doubt that.

>>1192472

>> [WORRY] Are you going to be alright?

>>1192472
>> [SHAME] I'm sorry I've failed you

>>1192570
>>1192565
>>1192490

Of course when I bitch about nobody being here. people turn up and tie it. Fuck. Guess this is karma.

Rolled 1 (1d3)

>>1192570
1
>>1192565
2
>>1192490
3

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>>1192490
>>1192565
>>1192570

"Zelam. Look I'm sorry that I failed you, back then." You confess, "I'm sorry that, I never came back." You continue, "I'm sorry for a host of things, including the fact that Laurelai isn't who I am anymore."

She sniffles, urgently trying to pull together her regal facade again.

"But I''m here now. Here to help you," You vow taking her head and pulling it to your chest, "I'm not your Mother. I never can be again. But I can still be family." You scratch behind her ears as she softly sobs into your chest.

"Anyving we can do to help. Ve vill." Hona says.

"Yeah!" Luc supports.

"Well then. You can help clean up." Felicia announces.

> We'll start with the beasties on middle floor

> We'll deal with patching up the roof

> We'll get you a working cellar again

> Write-In any locations you want

>>1192786


> We'll start with the beasties on middle floor

I wounder if his luc dad that we got killed?
You naver know.
But probs not since they are beast kin hmmmmm

>>1192786
>> We'll start with the beasties on middle floor

Let's not die.

>>1192786
> middle floor
Exterminator Purps.
If this is going to be an interior decoration episode I'm going to spam purple to get through it faster.

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>>1192983
>>1192838
>>1193038

"Well what needs doing?" Luc asks, still wary of the girl and her habit of interrupting.

"There are massive holes in the roof, magic eaters have infested the middle floor due to the residual wards and necromantic magics, the cellar has something in there that doesn't sotp moving." She lists off like a mathematics table.

"We'll clear out those magic eaters first." You announce. "Are you okay?"

Zelam nods, "Butler can take me to the kitchen. I'll try and make something appetizing." With a shudder the golem stomps over to your daughter's chair and picks her up maiden style before marching away slowly.

Felicia has already walked away, leaving you all to scramble after her. She's already hopping across little islands of non destroyed staircase like stepping stones, arms outstretched. You simply pick up Luc and walk on the whall whilst Honamurei has to mimic the small girl's jumps in frustration.

As small as she is, she can only fit one foot on an island at a time, but her impeccable balance allows the task to be done relatively easy. You are all standing together in the hallway milling around looking at Felicia expectantly.

"Oh, none of you are magic right?" She says.

Luc shakily raises his hand.

"Oh, I'm going back downstairs." She says, dipping out of sight before you can follow up on her innocent sounding quesiton and suspciious retreat.

"Ve hunting now?" Hona chirps.

"Guess so." You confirm.

"What's the plan?" Luc asks.

> Hona and I will clear this out

> Use some magic to draw these things to us

> Luc should probably head back downstairs

> Write-In

>>1193052
>Luc, you are bait. Take of your shirt- uh, I mean do some magic.

>>1193062

I mean, we do have Lust level 2.

>>1193052
> Use some magic to draw these things to us

>>1193052
>> Use some magic to draw these things to us

I swore I voted already, sorry.

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>>1193062
>>1193155
>>1193258

"Luc use some magic." You say, "Draw them to us."

"O-Okay." He says before making a small epxlosion in his hands with a click of his fingers.

Then you hear it.

Skittering, coming from the corridor ahead, the room the left, the room to the right. Lots of tiny, hard, carapaced legs hammering on the scarred wooden planks.

> We have a choke point, Hona lights them up

> [GRATITUDE] Gauntlets

> Cover your allies

> [PRIDE] Lantern Firebreath

> Write-In

>>1193277
> [PRIDE] Lantern Firebreath
Fuck spiders/crabs yo

>>1193277
>Hona handles them
We can get any we can reach with our polearm to help her out. Or attacks are going to damage this place and we will just have to fix it later. Luc can give moral support

>>1193277
>> Cover your allies
I like the idea of >>1193298 but I think we can do better than just Luc giving moral support. Doesn't he have a gun still?

>>1193328

He has his normal rifle on hand, big boy rifle is locked up in the wagon cabin.

>>1193328
Still gonna put bullet holes everywhere. A few days ago Hona was dancing about amidst a pack of unkillable werewolves, she can handle a bunch of magic roaches.

>>1193340
>>1193328
>>1193298
>>1193287

3 way tie as it stands.

>>1193277
>[PRIDE] Lantern Firebreath
breaking the tie to shut you up :^)

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>1193340
>>1193328
>>1193298
>>1193287
>>1193352

Roll me 3d20. 1 for each party member. Beat this roll.

Rolled 6, 18, 2 = 26 (3d20)

>>1193365
Hoping for all 1s

Rolled 1, 16, 9 = 26 (3d20)

>>1193365

Rolled 12, 10, 6 = 28 (3d20)

>>1193365
Whoops, the house is on fire!

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>>1193396
>>1193383
>>1193381

A blue leg comes into view, rapidly followed by a lavender carapace that seems to match the colours of a painted night sky. Attached to this shelled carapce is a fleshy and spongy looking eye which stares at Luc with bloodhost and ravenous hunger.

It charges forward and your companions raise their guns.

"MINERVA'S LANT- ARGHH!" You cry out as the floor collapses beneath you, trapping you up to your hip in floorboards.

Honamurei and Luc open fire, Hona's opponent falls apart under a hail of gunfire. The carapace shattering into golden smoke under the fully automatic gunfire. She turns her attention to the rest of the battle - you are still trapped.

Luc manages to land one good shot on his opponent before the magic eater makes it into melee, the crab like monstrosity's claw is about to strike.

The world goes blue, you are back on even footing with your friends beside you as you face down one healthy and wounded magic eater.

> [DETERMINATION] Polesaw Revenge the healthy one

> [CURIOSITY] Hona slice and dice combo

> [PRIDE] Try again

> Write-In

>>1193457
>[CURIOSITY] Hona, why have you got a gun? Fillet them!

>>1193457
>> [CURIOSITY] Hona slice and dice combo

>>1193457


> [CURIOSITY] Hona slice and dice combo

>>1193571
>>1193457

I cah ge my mind.


[DETERMINATION] Polesaw Revenge the healthy one

Just walk on the wall/ celine and poke at them/ hold in place for thr guns to kill them

>>1193589
>>1193571
>>1193556
>>1193477

Roll 2d20 my minions.

Rolled 11, 18 = 29 (2d20)

>>1197098

Rolled 17, 3 = 20 (2d20)

>>1197098
gib duel 1s

Rolled 2, 14 = 16 (2d20)

>>1197098

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>>1197177
>>1197105
>>1197101

You both spring forward in unison, the only guidance needed from you is a short mention of your friend's name.

Taking the front, you bait out the first strike by jumping onto the wall and standing perpendicular to the ground even as a gigiantic claw is swung towards you.

The creature cannot process your new position in time and it's distraction is efficiently acted on by Honamurei. She dashes past it, her sword a blurring, shiny line that curls through past and over the magic eater.

It falls into smoking meaty chunks, the one that Luc got a shot off coming up behind her with claws set to snap around her waist for a fatal strike. Only for your saw to fly horizontally into it's fleshy eye and rev straight through. The force of your throw sufficient to embed your disc into the portrait at the far end of the hall with a flat thud.

Nice work all around.

"I think that this floor is clear." You state.

"Vhat next?" Hona asks.

> We should leave after some food.

> Cellar

> Roof

> Write-In

>>1197205
> Cellar

>>1197205

> Cellar

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>>1197211
>>1197209

"Let's just take out whatever's in the cellar." You say recalling your buzzsaw and catching it easily. Looking at your friends as you strategize standing sideways, "With acess to the bedrooms again and a place to store more food Zelam can have a happy life again."

"When we go back to town, the captain could maybe be persuaded to help." Luc says.

"She did seem nice." You mutter coming back to a sane plane of function.

"Though it Vas the Republic who ordered zis attrocity." Hona adds hoping Luc could hear her. She also forgot her ability to make whispers loud and her tendency to practically sing every sylabble, so alas you were left to embrace the emptiness of your default state while they argued back an forth like siblings over a scrap of dessert.

You see Butler begin the very early stages of staircase repair. Specifically gathering a shit load of wood. You begin to pick up Luc to wall walk down the ruined staircase you come to a decision.

> We'll inform Jamie of Zelam

> Zelam would be better if nobody but Felicia knew

> Write-In

>>1197265
> We'll inform Jamie of Zelam

>>1197265
>> We'll inform Jamie of Zelam

>>1197265
> don't tell her
The senator has just learnt we killed his top captain, he has us on his mind and might renew the purge.

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>1197265

> Zelam would be better if nobody but Felicia knew

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>1197428
mem roll?

>>1197440

Pretty much
Now who do we think is our husband?

>>1197465
Arthur

>>1197465
r63 Hona

>>1197490
more like where and who he is in this life

>>1198200
Why wouldn't he be dead? He was apparently a hero of the republic so I doubt the senator would have forgot about him. Unless he mindwiped him to be useful I suppose.

>>1198265
>>1198200
>>1197521
>>1197490
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>>1197357
>>1197344

I'm back, good to see some debate but we are in fact tied.

>>1197265
>> Zelam would be better if nobody but Felicia knew
switching to this

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Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>1198265
>>1198200
>>1197521
>>1197490
>>1197465
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>>1197357
>>1197344
>>1199098

In your head you come to a decision, it would be better for Zelam if nobody but Felicia and your group knew.

The duo continue to argue, tuning them out is easy enough for you. Following the descriptions from Zelam's incredibly detailed story, you find yourself at a metal double door blocked from opening by a scorched yet sturdy armoire.

Inside you hear the reported moving, banging and rattling occuring. With a heft you begin moving the armoire, though you suspect nobody else is ready for combat besides yourself.

> roll 3d20 my roll is this fight's DC

Rolled 20, 3, 6 = 29 (3d20)

>>1199108
EZ

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>1199108
>>1199110
I believe he means a 1d20 by each individual

>>1199111

Nope, 3d20 for these fights. Anon above has it right.

As of right purps crits, hona fails and Luc narrowly edges it.

Rolled 19, 14, 6 = 39 (3d20)

>>1199108
>>1199112
ah, right, I always assume 1d20 so my mind kinda defaulted to that

Rolled 1, 12, 9 = 22 (3d20)

>>1199112

>>1199173
>>1199114
>>1199111
>>1199110

With that critfail it's now.

19,14,9.

Writing in a moment.

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>>1199173
>>1199114
>>1199111
>>1199110

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a3ZlpTp_dJA

As you heave the armoire out of the way the metal doors explode outward immediately, Luc tumbles back and rolls to his feet on the other side of the room. The arguement forcing him to dorp his guard for just a moment.

As he smoothly recovers from his maneuvere he brings up his rifle despite the close range.

There are a chrosu of cries in the cellar, strange high pitched voices crying out "NYARRRRR"

A skeleton's scimitar cuts out at where you were a scant few seconds before, but it's swipe is blocked by your saw before you take it a part with a kick ending in a graceful pirouette.

Honamurei just punched her foe so hard in the sternum that it became a good old fashioned pile of bones.

The one who kicked the door out pauses and stares between you for a comedic moment, before you put it out of it's misery via buzzsaw down through it's skull.

With two half skeletons falling to the sides you calmly assess the situation, "Skeleton infestation."

"There's probably only around 9 more." Luc says unusually assertively, "When necromancers like that assasin use powerful magic sometimes it lingers and creates miniature blights."

"Vhat's a blight?" HOna asks.

"Ground that absorbs necromatic energy and forces all the local dead to rise as undead." He explains.

You all form up with weapons drawn and move down the stairs.

> 3d20 for exterminatus

Rolled 7, 2, 5 = 14 (3d20)

>>1199215

Rolled 10, 16, 8 = 34 (3d20)

>>1199215
I am now officially s p o o p e d

Rolled 6, 12, 19 = 37 (3d20)

>>1199215
Kill things.

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>>1199340
>>1199232
>>1199228

They come like rolling thunder, white bones glinting in the light brought into the cellars by your entrance, they charge wildly and savagely.

Honamurei and Luc open fire, shattering skulls and sternums as they methodically take down the oncoming tide of calcium.

It is with your polesaw that you take wide swipes, doing more damage with the momentum of flight the monsters take as a result of your strength than the actual revving saw.

It is when the last skeleton falls into a heap on the floor from your batting like a cat playing with it's food you notice the black vortex slowly drawing the remains of all the undead together, like some thick lumpy whirlpool they are all dragged into one spot where they begin.... assembling something.

> Hona, you got this?

> Luc, here's some training coming

> I'm on it.

> Write-In

>>1199368
>> I'm on it.

>>1199368
> I'm on it.
Oh shit, they're forming Nito

>>1199368
>> I'm on it.

Can you not?

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>>1199377
>>1199374
>>1199373

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=de-ArDJjUDY

You move forward, "I got whatever this thing is." Declaring your intent to take this beast on for yourself, you crack your neck with a quick jerk of your head, the question is how will you go about it.

> What do?

Character Sheets

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Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>1199391

Try to cut off its arms.

I would have had luc blom him up.

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>1199439
This is probably the best we can go with, arms first.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>1199391
Rolling to seduce. Skeletons need love too!

Wait, who's Sue?

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>>1199439
>>1199463
>>1199528

You dash in as the skeleton forms three legs out of bone encased bone encased plate. The redundant layers of defence show a quite frankly worrying level of control over it's form. As it's spine joins to a pair of gigantic arms you immediatly aim for the shoulders with your double saw form. Hoping that with a quick disarming strike you can finish the beast quickly.

"GRARGH!" The thing bellows, three skulls magically placing themselves atop a single spinal colum. Your strike is about to hit home until it is blocked; the left arm of the creature wielding a giant morningstar, the other a huge claymore.

You're both locked in a test of strength, the undead's unexhaustable samina paired against your own might.

> [DETERMINATION] Overpower, Overcome

> [GRATITUDE] Gauntlet catch his sword

> [FEAR] Shield and parry until you see an opening

> Write-In

>>1199653
>> [GRATITUDE] Gauntlet catch his sword

>>1199653
> fire breath
Rargh, dragon

>>1199653
>> [GRATITUDE] Gauntlet catch his sword

>>1199827
>>1199711
>>1199827

roll 1d20 boys.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>1199857

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>1199857

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>1199857

>>1199919
Fuck me running. I'm so goddamn sorry. I hate 1s as much as everyone else here, I promise.

>>1199919
>laughingskull.gif

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>>1199919

someone roll me a 1d4 please. First come first served.

1 North

2 East

3 West

4 South

>>1199941
>>1199929
>>1199922
>>1199919
>>1199897
>>1199860
>>1199827
>>1199711
>>1199827

Rolled 2 (1d4)

>>1199961
Is this which direction we go flying?

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>>1199941
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>>1199971

With a start you realize this thing is not going to tire, while you are flesh and blood, he is not. He is bone.

Your saws quickly reconfigure to gauntlets even as your opponent's waist spins around in a manner impossible for the living and those of right anatomy would paralyze themselves in even attempting.

the sound of grating bone and shrieking metal as the ramshackle armoured plates scrape together is deafening, but you manage to block the 360 degree back swing.

Unfortunately you do not avoid or block the uprising leg that sweetly connects beneath your chin.

The following seconds are filled with concrete, dirt, wood, plaster, wood, pain, wood, splinters, pain, wood and a massive THUD.

You expect to fall. But you are lying in a crater as part the roof of a luxury bedroom that is remarkably intact. Thick silver quilt, preivously immaculate wooden flooring and paneling, a large family portrait, slight picy incense burning.

With your feet technically touching the roof you are suspended in the cieling by the beautiful bronze chandelier. Well you hope it's the enigma and not the sheer impact that's embedded you here.

Honamurei is never going to let you live being punted through the cellar ceiling, alot more dirt than you'd like and a painful amount of now splintered wood. Also you're bleeding profusely as you're a living pincushion, yeah probably should look for some healing potions or something.

> You are stuck in the roof of a luxury room far more intact than the rest of the house, what do?

>>1200015
>lol, go back to the cellar, you're not done fighting.
How serious is the pincushion condition?

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>>1200120

If image is a 10, you're a solid 8.

>>1200015
>Get back into the fight

>>1200015
drink some wine

>>1200015
See if there aren't any healing things, then get back down there and RETURN THE FAVOR.