People regen in different manners, but it's generally pretty consistent in terms of speed. I'd say if you die, you just do nothing but regen that turn. Everything else you can regen within your post, within reason. Anything short of dismemberment isn't much of a problem.
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Been hella busy the past few days. Hopefully this doesn't happen too much more.
The building has struck. In regards to your posts, Patches, Flamelord, Cyanide, you have one small frame of time to do weird anime shit with the falling debris as your platforms, but after that, you'll probably hit a wall or fall or get smacked by a rock, so it's gonna be an unfun time. You can end your post with the fall or something else, if your character has better options. There's gonna be a real big smokescreen after this.
Eleos, you get to see the blood trail they left.
Rune, you get private time. Sorta imagine the house to be sliding towards Cerise like a mug of beer. Except it's a house that's gonna flatten her against something.
The building has struck. In regards to your posts, Patches, Flamelord, Cyanide, you have one small frame of time to do weird anime shit with the falling debris as your platforms, but after that, you'll probably hit a wall or fall or get smacked by a rock, so it's gonna be an unfun time. You can end your post with the fall or something else, if your character has better options. There's gonna be a real big smokescreen after this.
Eleos, you get to see the blood trail they left.
Rune, you get private time. Sorta imagine the house to be sliding towards Cerise like a mug of beer. Except it's a house that's gonna flatten her against something.
@Patches@Flamelord@CyanideSweetie
It was merely a shallow scrape, but merely dodging once meant nothing in the face of the ever-growing bone-tree. Kari’s Cowl was put to the test against the sheer growth speed of the organic weapon, more branches growing out of the spike that she had just dodged. They pushed into her flesh, easily puncturing and tearing down the wall she attempted to use as cover, as Ier and Qua both raged in her mind, vying for control amidst the chaos and agony.
Io found herself in a similarly dire situation. Though the combined onslaught of Kari’s golden arrows and Io’s Crown temporarily halted the advance of the white branches, neither were powerful enough to break through the mesh of bone and strike into the scepter that exuded such malignant intent. The branches simply outpaced her speed, the floor itself rupturing behind her as she was forced back. A shard of bone, shattered by a blow from her lance, sliced open her cheek, and instantly, stone feathers grew out of it, tearing open the injury wider as a sweet wetness warmed one side of her face.
Isn’t this hard? I can help you! C’mon, let me help!
Whatever else her demon said was drowned out by a hammerblow from the heavens.
Against an attack none had expected, the entire top side of the building was knocked off, rubble, corpses, Daybreakers, bone-branches, and the scepter tossed into the air. For a transient moment, the debris formed an aerial battlefield, a chance to engage as the banshee’s white cage was shattered completely by whatever had struck.
And then, everything fell apart, smashing into adjacent buildings, falling into the ground, leaving nothing but a horrid mess.
@Eleos
Running through the same path she had seen her fellow Daybreakers take, there was nothing Yui could do to stop the house from striking the building, nothing she could do except anticipate the fall-out of such a titanic attack as the building crumbled from the force of the attack. A wall of dust rushed to meet her, temporarily blinding the Demon of Progress as she continued her path through the streets. The spire that pierced the building now was fully unobscured, the obsidian glowing underneath the light of the Scarlet Moon.
But that was not what caught her attention.
What did was the cold flesh that her foot had stepped upon whilst she was blinded by the dust.
Beneath her feet, giving her slight pause, was the scavenger with broken legs, a small hole in his head.
@Rune_Alchemist
It was hunger that drove her onwards, better than a dozen bloodhounds, as the instincts and urges of the demon residing within her pulled Cerise along through the abandoned ruins of the Ashen Lands. Though no more houses flew through the air, Versomme had caught the scent of its quarry and it had no intention of letting it simply leave.
It didn’t take long at all for the Daybreaker to catch the nostalgic, revolting whiff of the miasma that all Tyrants expelled from their pores. Didn’t take long to arrive at large plaza, filling with buildings that had been uprooted from their foundations. Didn’t take long to notice the presence of a monster that may have made for a rather handsome human if it wasn’t for the two gargantuan arms that sprout from his back, twenty foot long and five foot wide constructions that looked to be bones twisted together into a disturbing imitation of muscle fiber.
Black smoke rose from his eye sockets, while his brilliantly silky blonde hair was at odds with the rest of his appearance. With one slow gaze, he turned to Cerise, tilted his head to the side, and casually grabbed a building with one hand, sliding it over towards her with the same casual motion as a child playing with a ball.
It was merely a shallow scrape, but merely dodging once meant nothing in the face of the ever-growing bone-tree. Kari’s Cowl was put to the test against the sheer growth speed of the organic weapon, more branches growing out of the spike that she had just dodged. They pushed into her flesh, easily puncturing and tearing down the wall she attempted to use as cover, as Ier and Qua both raged in her mind, vying for control amidst the chaos and agony.
Io found herself in a similarly dire situation. Though the combined onslaught of Kari’s golden arrows and Io’s Crown temporarily halted the advance of the white branches, neither were powerful enough to break through the mesh of bone and strike into the scepter that exuded such malignant intent. The branches simply outpaced her speed, the floor itself rupturing behind her as she was forced back. A shard of bone, shattered by a blow from her lance, sliced open her cheek, and instantly, stone feathers grew out of it, tearing open the injury wider as a sweet wetness warmed one side of her face.
Isn’t this hard? I can help you! C’mon, let me help!
Whatever else her demon said was drowned out by a hammerblow from the heavens.
Against an attack none had expected, the entire top side of the building was knocked off, rubble, corpses, Daybreakers, bone-branches, and the scepter tossed into the air. For a transient moment, the debris formed an aerial battlefield, a chance to engage as the banshee’s white cage was shattered completely by whatever had struck.
And then, everything fell apart, smashing into adjacent buildings, falling into the ground, leaving nothing but a horrid mess.
@Eleos
Running through the same path she had seen her fellow Daybreakers take, there was nothing Yui could do to stop the house from striking the building, nothing she could do except anticipate the fall-out of such a titanic attack as the building crumbled from the force of the attack. A wall of dust rushed to meet her, temporarily blinding the Demon of Progress as she continued her path through the streets. The spire that pierced the building now was fully unobscured, the obsidian glowing underneath the light of the Scarlet Moon.
But that was not what caught her attention.
What did was the cold flesh that her foot had stepped upon whilst she was blinded by the dust.
Beneath her feet, giving her slight pause, was the scavenger with broken legs, a small hole in his head.
@Rune_Alchemist
It was hunger that drove her onwards, better than a dozen bloodhounds, as the instincts and urges of the demon residing within her pulled Cerise along through the abandoned ruins of the Ashen Lands. Though no more houses flew through the air, Versomme had caught the scent of its quarry and it had no intention of letting it simply leave.
It didn’t take long at all for the Daybreaker to catch the nostalgic, revolting whiff of the miasma that all Tyrants expelled from their pores. Didn’t take long to arrive at large plaza, filling with buildings that had been uprooted from their foundations. Didn’t take long to notice the presence of a monster that may have made for a rather handsome human if it wasn’t for the two gargantuan arms that sprout from his back, twenty foot long and five foot wide constructions that looked to be bones twisted together into a disturbing imitation of muscle fiber.
Black smoke rose from his eye sockets, while his brilliantly silky blonde hair was at odds with the rest of his appearance. With one slow gaze, he turned to Cerise, tilted his head to the side, and casually grabbed a building with one hand, sliding it over towards her with the same casual motion as a child playing with a ball.
The house came from their right side. They wouldn't be able to discern the exact location, and they won't see a conveniently oversized monster to charge at, at least not anywhere nearby.
Gonna have to investigate that, or wait to see if another house comes flying.
Gonna have to investigate that, or wait to see if another house comes flying.
Lenier's leg is missing now, and you can extrapolate whatever damage being sent through two walls and slamming into the third would do to a human body. Good thing that you're all immortal and have pretty decent regen, eh?
Right now, the room is more or less filling up with bony spikes, originating from the scavenger. It's strong enough to pierce concrete, and if it doesn't stop soon, the floor will probably collapse from all the collateral damage this explosive growth is causing.
Also, you three have a house that's flying towards you (and will probably hit in my next post), but yah probably won't be aware of it yet.
For the duo in the back, it'll take two-three post rounds in order to get over there, if you intend on just mad dashing.
Right now, the room is more or less filling up with bony spikes, originating from the scavenger. It's strong enough to pierce concrete, and if it doesn't stop soon, the floor will probably collapse from all the collateral damage this explosive growth is causing.
Also, you three have a house that's flying towards you (and will probably hit in my next post), but yah probably won't be aware of it yet.
For the duo in the back, it'll take two-three post rounds in order to get over there, if you intend on just mad dashing.
@Flamelord@Patches@CyanideSweetie
Approaching the still-breathing man, the first thing Lenier noticed was just how deathly pale the scavenger was. Though thickly clothed and apparently benefiting from his comrades all using their bodies to shield him from the effects of the miasma, there must have been little time left. It was almost like looking at the scavenger that Kari had slain, just a few minutes past. An individual on the very brink of death, suspended there by sheer force of will, or, perhaps, just a miracle.
But a life was still a life, and weakly, the man reached out, gloved fingers grasping onto the bandages that wrapped around the Daybreaker’s slender leg. A rasping breath sounded, a faint plea sounding through the filters of the gas mask.
“P-please…help…”
The grip tightened, shaking. Desperation and fear. No, something else.
“…me.”
Blue lights burned within the opaque lenses, bursting out in jets of unholy light. A torturous scream sounded, before a sickly tearing sound could be heard. None of the Daybreakers had managed to react in time at the sudden violence that had passed.
White bones. Red blood. Yellow fat. Pink flesh.
Lenier’s right leg was torn off by the monstrous grasp of the ‘scavenger’, leaving only a bloodied stump that poured out black blood. In another moment, that same dismembered limb was used as a club, smashing into his side and sending him through two concrete walls. Shambling upgrades after that devastating ambush, the scavenger’s body twisted, malformed with malicious intent as a pale blue light pulsated from him, the mask falling apart to reveal a pure-white skull, veiled in black miasma.
Another scream sounded, the voice that the man may once have had, as a variety of sharp bones extended from his fleshy form, branches to a new tree.
@Eleos@Rune_Alchemist
A scream sounded from the great distance away, followed by another one.
But that wasn’t what had caught the attention of the Daybreakers.
No, instead, what they saw was two-story house, hurtling through the skies, towards the same direction as the scream. Where had it come from? What just happened? Where were the Tyrants?
…
Was this even the work of Tyrants to begin with?
Approaching the still-breathing man, the first thing Lenier noticed was just how deathly pale the scavenger was. Though thickly clothed and apparently benefiting from his comrades all using their bodies to shield him from the effects of the miasma, there must have been little time left. It was almost like looking at the scavenger that Kari had slain, just a few minutes past. An individual on the very brink of death, suspended there by sheer force of will, or, perhaps, just a miracle.
But a life was still a life, and weakly, the man reached out, gloved fingers grasping onto the bandages that wrapped around the Daybreaker’s slender leg. A rasping breath sounded, a faint plea sounding through the filters of the gas mask.
“P-please…help…”
The grip tightened, shaking. Desperation and fear. No, something else.
“…me.”
Blue lights burned within the opaque lenses, bursting out in jets of unholy light. A torturous scream sounded, before a sickly tearing sound could be heard. None of the Daybreakers had managed to react in time at the sudden violence that had passed.
White bones. Red blood. Yellow fat. Pink flesh.
Lenier’s right leg was torn off by the monstrous grasp of the ‘scavenger’, leaving only a bloodied stump that poured out black blood. In another moment, that same dismembered limb was used as a club, smashing into his side and sending him through two concrete walls. Shambling upgrades after that devastating ambush, the scavenger’s body twisted, malformed with malicious intent as a pale blue light pulsated from him, the mask falling apart to reveal a pure-white skull, veiled in black miasma.
Another scream sounded, the voice that the man may once have had, as a variety of sharp bones extended from his fleshy form, branches to a new tree.
@Eleos@Rune_Alchemist
A scream sounded from the great distance away, followed by another one.
But that wasn’t what had caught the attention of the Daybreakers.
No, instead, what they saw was two-story house, hurtling through the skies, towards the same direction as the scream. Where had it come from? What just happened? Where were the Tyrants?
…
Was this even the work of Tyrants to begin with?
Be posting tomorrow. Hopefully an Eleos or Rune Alchemist post pops up, but it's not super necessary.
Trying to pad the KDA with scavenger kills kek.
Let's aim for finishing this round in two-three days. Though, I guess, depending on the actions, I'll only need a post or two before I go again. XD
@Eleos@Rune_Alchemist
For all their preparations and their patience, however, nothing disturbed the two Daybreakers in their vigil over their escape route. Even the scent of blood did not lure any Tyrants that may have been out of sight, and the Scarlet Moon only continued to shine on, apathetic to their presence. Almost they were beneath the acknowledgement of the denizens of the Ashen Lands. Though the seeds were sown, no one wandered into the garden.
But, imperceptible to the human nose, the wind brought with it the scent of blood, one that only Versomme could pick up. And though Cerise knew not the direction, though the demon could not communicate complex thought, she could sense it once more.
That insatiable hunger, driving her into action.
@Patches@Flamelord@CyanideSweetie
Through his agony, the scavenger didn’t even notice his impending doom until the golden arrow pierced through his skull, scrambling his brains. Gray matter leaked from the perfect hole that was made, the weapon of murder scattering into the wind, heralding the mad laughter of one of the protectors of humanity. Within the mind of another, the hedonistic demon Nirema smiled.
Oh, I like this one.
Her affection bled into Lenier, but the Daybreakers were on the move once more. Though smooth, almost slippery, the massive obsidian spike proved to be easy to scale, leading to the interior of the seventh story of the building. Upon crossing the threshold, the three were instantly struck by the heavy concentration of miasma within, a black fog that prompted the ignition of their Crowns. Was this just ‘residue’, left behind by a Tyrant? Or was this indication that there was one close by? Regardless, the fire of their Divinity cleansed the lung-rotting darkness, as they ventured further into the building. Other scavengers must have already picked it clean, only concrete walls and bare floors left behind.
Thus, it wasn’t hard for the Daybreakers to notice the pile of bodies strewn in one corner, crumbling skeletons, gas masks hanging loosely on their bone-white faces, clothes reduced to rags. Six of these laid on a final body that still remained, thickly clothed, breathing thinly through a mask that covered his face. Packs laden with loot surrounded them, dog tags bearing names the only way to identify those that were lost.
“..h-hel…”
A thin, reedy voice, barely human, hissed from the respirators, opaque lenses hiding the agony and relief that surely must be beneath the mask.
But those black thoughts poisoned Lenier’s mind once more, encouraged by the example set by Kari.
You know what to do, right? Put him out of his misery, just like she did.
For all their preparations and their patience, however, nothing disturbed the two Daybreakers in their vigil over their escape route. Even the scent of blood did not lure any Tyrants that may have been out of sight, and the Scarlet Moon only continued to shine on, apathetic to their presence. Almost they were beneath the acknowledgement of the denizens of the Ashen Lands. Though the seeds were sown, no one wandered into the garden.
But, imperceptible to the human nose, the wind brought with it the scent of blood, one that only Versomme could pick up. And though Cerise knew not the direction, though the demon could not communicate complex thought, she could sense it once more.
That insatiable hunger, driving her into action.
@Patches@Flamelord@CyanideSweetie
Through his agony, the scavenger didn’t even notice his impending doom until the golden arrow pierced through his skull, scrambling his brains. Gray matter leaked from the perfect hole that was made, the weapon of murder scattering into the wind, heralding the mad laughter of one of the protectors of humanity. Within the mind of another, the hedonistic demon Nirema smiled.
Oh, I like this one.
Her affection bled into Lenier, but the Daybreakers were on the move once more. Though smooth, almost slippery, the massive obsidian spike proved to be easy to scale, leading to the interior of the seventh story of the building. Upon crossing the threshold, the three were instantly struck by the heavy concentration of miasma within, a black fog that prompted the ignition of their Crowns. Was this just ‘residue’, left behind by a Tyrant? Or was this indication that there was one close by? Regardless, the fire of their Divinity cleansed the lung-rotting darkness, as they ventured further into the building. Other scavengers must have already picked it clean, only concrete walls and bare floors left behind.
Thus, it wasn’t hard for the Daybreakers to notice the pile of bodies strewn in one corner, crumbling skeletons, gas masks hanging loosely on their bone-white faces, clothes reduced to rags. Six of these laid on a final body that still remained, thickly clothed, breathing thinly through a mask that covered his face. Packs laden with loot surrounded them, dog tags bearing names the only way to identify those that were lost.
“..h-hel…”
A thin, reedy voice, barely human, hissed from the respirators, opaque lenses hiding the agony and relief that surely must be beneath the mask.
But those black thoughts poisoned Lenier’s mind once more, encouraged by the example set by Kari.
You know what to do, right? Put him out of his misery, just like she did.
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