2561642 wrote: ↑Sun Apr 23, 2017 7:13 am
the gauntlets and blade have both reached 1600 degrees Celsius,
Um, no, they didn't.
That would be hot enough to flash-fry the entire building. I'll give you not enough to glow bright and melt or things that com in contact with it, but lets not go nuts here.
2561642 wrote: ↑Sun Apr 23, 2017 7:13 am
As he watches his blade get closer to the thug's chest, an errant thought strikes him, far too late to do anything about.
"I hope this gas isn't terribly combustible...." He's not sure how much longer he can hold this breath in in any case, so he's also
somewhat trying to avoid incinerating the mask the thug is wearing, but dealing with the immediate threat is more important.
Your attack failed, his parry was good... and bad. Bashing your blade away has the effect of showering the thug with bits of melting chain. He screams, drops his other weapon and rolls around on the floor.
Tycho was NOT caught in that spray!
(you got lucky. Raimuis passed behind you and neutralized the gas, and was gone again by the time you started casting the spell.)
DarkTheImmortal wrote: ↑Tue Apr 25, 2017 5:36 am
Well, it has been a rough day so far. A nap wouldn't hurt.
Anaraia shook her head, remembering that she needs to save her acquaintances. She hits her head on the floor to try to keep herself awake a little longer. She tries to get up, but finds that in this state it's hard to stand. Eyeing her goal, the door to the outside, she tries to get there, using things to hold her up.
(I feel like I need to make this short for Phaing to determine what happens with her and the gas.)
Good call, the door was left open. However, I will have to allow that it takes at least as long for the effects to go away as it took for them to affect you in the first place. So, yes, that's this turn for you. And the next turn will be limited to one simple action.
You can see out the door, where the empty carriage and a team of bored-looking horses are parked.
The Rookie wrote: ↑Tue Apr 25, 2017 11:41 am
"Your magics can't stop me... Nothing can stop
me!" she screams as she throws her weapon toward the Templar like a javelin. As the weapon takes flight, she too is baring down on the Templar with claws outstretched.
She hasn't gone feral, mind you. This is just... Something else...
//Sorry, I had no idea what to do here at all. It's not like me to pass up on posting here, but I just couldn't find traction with any of it... Hope this at least moves things along.//
//it does appear that I have made this too complicated, so I will get it wrapped up. But with 3 chars plus NPCs an intense scene like this WILL get problematic... aren't you glad we didn't have a Battle Royale just to get into the Port?
//
With perfect timing, the Templar reveals a shield and deflects Sylvi's spear with a triumphant shout. The shield is not large, but it does have a spike protruding from the center and a serrated edge running around the outer edge. He is surprised to see Sylvi coming at him unarmed, but the odds are still in his favor... until he takes a step back.
He forgot, apparently Sylvi forgot too (and so did I, until I reviewed this whole thing in my head) that the staircase heading down to the lower floor is right behind him. It was that earlier step back to see about the noise Annaria was causing that did him in. That shout dies and he flails in mid-air, his majic failing him as he tries to save himself with the wrong tools.
Oh... this is going to be nasty, and loud, and maybe a little disgusting.
The poor fool is holding the equivalent of a 30cm. circular saw-blade in his hand.
//The roll for Sylvi to save herself from the same fall was marginal, so...//
She very nearly followed him down, but there is a strangled "no!" from behind you, and a hand grabs your tail. It stalls the fall for just long enough for Raimius to grab the scruff of her neck and
haul Sylvi back from the edge.
"Teamwork," He gasps into her ear, "we need to work on that!"