Re: Chapter 18.1 - It Can Be Done, Amigos!
[[21:34, Yesterday: Tlachinollicoatl rolled 9,11 using d10,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 9,(6+5)11. Agility.
21:33, Yesterday: Ixquahuacoatl rolled 4,3 using d10,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 4,3. Agility.
Tlachi reacts before the mortals, Ix after.]]
"Í ͝àssu͠r̛e͜ you͝,͜ ̛w̷e͏ ̕wer҉è ͡d҉efini̢n͡g ̧the͝ ̵la͝w ̷l͟ong ͜b̕ef̡ore̢ ͏yo͘ur ͠p̸e̢op̛l̵e'̧s ̴pit̴ìf͞u̵l̀ ͝a̷ttemp̧ts͠ ̷a͡t͠ c͠įv̡i͡lisat̀i̛o͡n," the masked serpent responds coldly to the man standing on his brother's corpse, but his sister seems to have hit boiling point.
"-̵s̀ss͏ss͠s͜s̢s̢sss̛s͝rr͟r͞RR̵RRAAAHHH͘!!̧"
"S̶is͟t̕e͜r-̧!"
His call comes too late. Tlachinollicoatl's vast muscles have already tightened her coils to a spring; massive as she is, the great serpent launches herself across the fires to the side of the hill the tiny missile came from.
Tlachinollicoatl hits the ground hard enough to dislodge great slides of earth and scree, her halo blazing like she's on fire. Her pupils are narrowed to viper slits in the light, but other senses drive her to strike out at the nearest mammal.
Hardin screams. Jake doesn't even see her move, just the afterimages of her brightness blobbing his sight with every blink as she coils back. Noticing the other human, Tlachi drops down and heads towards him, a nightmare of fire and scale.
"̸I ͡a͢ḿ ͝ve̵nge͝ance!͟ I͝ am d̛ea͢th̷!̧ I͝ a͟m t͞h͡e d͘est̶ŕoy̕er of̶ ̕citi̷es͢ and̛ I͞ ͘aḿ ou̕t o̵f̶ p͜a̵t͏i̷enc̴e!͞"
Standing on the path up, William sees Hardin turn and scream as he's snatched away around the curve of the slope by a huge, burning something with a voice like broken glass being dragged across metal. A madness-inducing rattling sound begins to rise from that direction as though ten thousand locusts were possessed with purest wrath.
[[18:46, Today: Tlachinollicoatl rolled 13,7 using d12+2,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 11,(6+1)7. *bite*. Hit with Raise.
18:47, Today: Tlachinollicoatl rolled 6,4 using d12,3d6, rerolling max with rolls of 6,2,1,1. 10 damage. Wow. That's like an Alouettte damage roll.
Still, 2 wounds Shaken (poison damage included) for Hardin.
John Wesley Hardin rolled 7,1 using d8-2,d6-2, rerolling max with rolls of (8+1)9,3. snakebit! All right, he won't die at once, but he's going to be puffed up like a sausage roll...
John Wesley Hardin rolled 7,1 using d8,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 7,1. Soaking! Wound soaked, though.]]