Chapter 1: An Ominous Advent.   Posted by Retro DM.Group: 0
Retro DM
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Fri 5 Apr 2019
at 23:27
Chapter 1: An Ominous Advent
The intentions of the strange computer entity were hard to determine, but they had no reason to specifically distrust it. With Whitney’s help, it was easy enough for Jason to make a simple torch out of the stick, a rag, and some greas that Jason carried with him, items Jason normally had on hand. With the torch lit, it was naturally much easier for those without enhanced sight to see their surroundings.

Garret’s strange feeling in his head, which was somewhere between a headache and numbness, seemed to be trying to tell him something.
July Coates
 player, 17 posts
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Sat 6 Apr 2019
at 00:38
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July didn't know what to make of the computers sudden communication, but its suggestion to leave sounded like a good idea. She peered down along the newly made ravine, but there was no end in sight. The only way out, it seemed, was across the gap. Five, maybe six feet. She could make it with a running start, but they'd likely have to find a way to help Malun across. She focused her attention on the divide, looking for the narrowest possible point.

July staggered as Garrett's hand landed on her shoulder, shifting instinctively to brace a hand against his side and bear the weight. He'd gone awfully pale, and his footing seemed uncertain.

"Hey, easy there buddy," July soothed. Get out of here first, then panic. "I've got you."

The others had lit a torch--which seemed unnecessary--and July cast a worried glance to Jason and Whitney, nodding towards the crevice. They needed to get moving. Who knew if there would be aftershocks?

July Coates rolled 12 using 1d20+1.  Perceptioning a way across the crevice.

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Garret Blake
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Sat 6 Apr 2019
at 03:27
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"I'm okay," Garrett breathed. He didn't look it. His face had paled and he looked like he'd gotten over taking a sudden rapid series of punches to the gut. Internally he was reorienting himself around the sudden influx of feedback rushing into his senses. The hand on Jules shoulder tightened as he looked up.

It was close. The tug in his gut became something stronger. A burning, reflexive answer to the abrupt sense of something deeply wrong. A moment of flashing realization rushed together and crystalized into a sudden understanding: whatever that thing was, it wasn't alive. But it was.

And it was his enemy.

"There's something in the crevice," he said. "Something bad. Really bad." His eyes flashed towards the girl holding him up. "Remember those old zombies we watched with Noel? Like that. Dead but not dead. It's forty feet below us in that crack in the ground."

He breathed. "Don't ask me how I know. I can just... feel it. We need to move now."
Retro DM
 GM, 23 posts
Sat 6 Apr 2019
at 22:06
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July’s search only took a few moments, thanks to her now enhanced vision, and the aid of the improvised torch light. She spotted a smaller gap a few yards westward, that was maybe three feet across, though it might need some closer inspection for stability. The earth did just split open after all.

July’s perception finds a smaller, 3ft gap approximately 10 yards away.

Before she could relay this, however, the group felt another rumbling. It was not an after shock, the whole earth wasn’t shaking. It was something moving through the earth, churning the newly broken bedrock and gravel, forcing it aside.  Whatever the strange sense was that flooded Garret’s mind, it told him that this was the same presence, now moving towards them all.

The entity burst through the topsoil, spewing dirt and rock across the air and to the ground around it. The dust was heavy, and cleared quickly, revealing a massive, impossibly massive snake. It’s body had to be nearly twenty feet long, it’s girth wider than a sedan. It stood itself up midway, it’s head ten feet above the ground. It’s scales were like onyx, but for a single silver stripe running down the center of it’s back. It’s head was completely bare of flesh, being bleached white bone, that somehow still contained a forked tongue. Instead of eyes, orbs of blue flame alighted it’s sockets. And if that wasn’t terrifying enough, it spoke.

“Thievessssss! We will take back what you ssstole!”

Roll for initiative, with a +3 bonus thanks to Garret’s warning.

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Jason Drake
 player, 13 posts
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Sun 7 Apr 2019
at 00:06
Chapter 1: An Ominous Advent
For a moment, Jason actually felt confident that they were going to be alright. No one was hurt, and with the torch he could see a lot better. A flashlight would have been nicer but, this was fine for now. Or it would have been fine, if a giant skull headed snake hadn’t just exploded out of the ground. Jason backed up several steps as the creature loomed over them, and when it spoke he nearly dropped the torch.

“I think it might be time to panic...”

Initiative 14 !
Garret Blake
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Sun 7 Apr 2019
at 00:38
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He didn't think. His body moved on a reflex his mind didn't have words for. One second earlier he'd been leaning on Jules' shoulder, but now he was freeing himself. His focus seeming to follow the thing from the crevice and up until it erupted out of the ground. He should've been horrified. A dim, distant part of himself recognized that he sort of was.

But there was also something else. Compulsion. His fist clenched. He wasn't supposed to be doing this. He wasn't. This wasn't supposed to exist. It wasn't.

What would Parn do?

What are you doing?

His left hand moved from Jules shoulder and instead urged her behind him, before stepping towards the snake. Towards. What the fuck. No. That was wrong.

No, that thing is wrong.

His mouth was opening. Words were coming out. They were the wrong words. They were his words?

"We didn't steal anything, you flesh-bald length of dick-rope."

WHAT. ARE. YOU. DOING.

Then he yelled over his shoulder. "RUN."

See that was more reasonable.

Initiative 10.

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Whitney Zabka-Cabot
 player, 14 posts
 I will not bow
 I will not break
Sun 7 Apr 2019
at 01:24
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Things were strange and rapidly getting stranger. Garret was insisting that he could sense the living dead. Before Whitney could even question how insane that sounded, a giant snake with fire for eyes burst out the new hole in the Earth. Dirt and debris flung out from it's entrance.

Then it spoke. Then it accused.

One: That was extremely rude.

Two: How does it speak without lips?

Whitney reached for his bow as quick as he could. Thankful he had brought his own arrows today. The goal was suddenly simple. Distract the snake, get people out, run.

Whitney had no illusions that his arrows could do serious harm. He did have a sneaking suspicion that nobody liked having arrows shot through their eyes, even if they were made out of fire.

Initiative 17. Whitney makes ready to fire
Mariko 'Malun' Lunesby
 player, 18 posts
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 Don't touch my PortCon!
Sun 7 Apr 2019
at 15:20
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Malun was moving, though slower than her friends due to her shorter stature, but she came to a stumbling halt when the giant snake thing burst out of the ground and started talking. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Whitney pulling his bow, and for perhaps the first time in her short life she was very glad of the continued practice of archaic sporting events.

But Malun herself had no such defense. All she had was her wits, and some outside hope she could put them to use against something this...eldritch.

First thing's first. It can talk. If it can talk, it can reason.

"Excuse me," Malun found her voice and spoke clearly and loudly, "please pardon my friend's rudeness, but he does make a point. What is it you believe that we stole from you? Also...who...and what are you, if I may inquire?"

OOC: Init 20
July Coates
 player, 18 posts
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Sun 7 Apr 2019
at 19:09
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Corny old zombie movies did nothing to prepare July for the sight of an enormous skull-snake-monster-thing bursting from the ground. She took an instinctive step back, trying to reconcile this reality with all the shattered rules she'd previously thought to be unbreakable. Snakes don’t get that big. They don’t talk, and they definitely don’t have glowing fire eyes.

Garrett was trash talking the snake, Malun was, bafflingly, trying for manners in the face of clear aggression, Whitney had his bow, and Jason looked as terrified as she felt. Terrified, and standing the closest to their best chance for escape.

July glanced at the smaller three foot gap, trying to keep calm. They could all make that jump, easy. She was less confident that any of them could successfully outrun the snake, seeing as how it had just burst through rock and soil without issue. Still, of all their limited options, running seemed one of the least terrible.

Behind you. The gap narrows right behind you.

July Coates inadvertently used the message cantrip to Jason.

Homegirl rolled 16 using 1d20+6 to roll for initiative, suckas!!!

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Retro DM
 GM, 24 posts
Sun 7 Apr 2019
at 20:32
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The giant, skull headed snake hissed angrily at Garret’s insults, it’s tail thwacking the ground hard behind it.

“Thievessss you are.” It turned its head towards Malun, the twin blue flames focusing on her. “I am Sssskethar, ssssoul eater. You have stolen what is ourssss. I ssssee it in your essenssss.” The blue flames flashed purple, and for a moment the whole area of night was lit by their flame. “There. It issss there. In you five thievessss. We ssshall take it back.”

OOC: Our initiative order -

20, Malun
17, Whitney
16, July
15, Skethar
14, Jason
10, Garret

Malun is up!

Mariko 'Malun' Lunesby
 player, 19 posts
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 Don't touch my PortCon!
Sun 7 Apr 2019
at 21:09
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Malun blinked at the snake's answer, "In us? As in...inside our bodies?" Backing away, she wrinkled her nose disapprovingly at the self proclaimed 'soul eater', "Well we didn't intentionally take anything, so if you go around throwing your property inside other people you don't get to complain when it gets stuck there!"

OOC: Malun backs away from the creature, moving to hide behind...let's say Jason since she thinks it's more likely to attack the threatening Garret or Whitney first.
Whitney Zabka-Cabot
 player, 15 posts
 I will not bow
 I will not break
Sun 7 Apr 2019
at 21:45
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Ms. Lunesby was not doubt trying to buy time, but words were not going to be enough. This thing emanated immediate danger. When someone draws a knife on you, you don't extend a hand in friendship.

"Garret, do something useful and get them out of here!" The idiot would probably attack it with a stick instead of making sure everyone got out of there safely.

"I can distract it at range and make a break for it!" Whitney hoped he'd follow the useful advice and be thankful.

Moving off to the left, away from the crack in the Earth, Whitney readied his shot. I am the breath of my bow.

"Hey you undead putz, welcome to Earth." He loosed the arrow.

15 to attack. Hits.
1d6+14 and rolled a 6. 20 Damage :D
July Coates
 player, 19 posts
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 yeah with every emergency
Sun 7 Apr 2019
at 22:06
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It was getting harder not to panic. The snake--Skethar, whatever--slammed its tail into the earth and July felt her skull rattle. They were alone here in the night with a monster from beyond her worst imaginings, and they were going to die. Keep it together.

Whitney was shooting it. July couldn't breathe. If he got hurt--

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck," the profanity bubbled out in a stream of panic, and July felt something in her voice shift, like a radio changing frequencies, until all she tasted was static. The words fell silent from her lips, arcing through the empty air, and somehow, impossibly, she knew they landed at the bone white skull menacing down upon them.

July casts Dissonant Whispers. DC 14 Wisdom Saving throw. 3d6 psychic damage on failed save, target must use all remaining movement to move away. Half damage and target does not move on successful save.

5 damage

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Retro DM
 GM, 25 posts
Sun 7 Apr 2019
at 23:47
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The massive snake that called itself Skethar reeled slightly, first at the sting of the arrow shot with inexplicable force by Whitney, and then, somehow, from July's voice. The arrow, despite it's force and accuracy, seemed to have had slightly less of an impact that Whitney would have hoped for. The sound of July's voice seemed to shake it's core, and it moved away, quite quickly, slithering west along the crevice, past where July had previously spotted the closer gap. It shouted as it moved.

"WHAT have you DONE to our MIND?!"

Meanwhile, as Malun hid behind Jason, who seemed to be quite intimidated, her PortCon popped up another message.

Hostile detected. Most countermeasures are offline. Current options:
This was followed by a short list in both English and Japanese, apparently about what the PortCon could do.

OOC: Whitney's shot seems to be resisted slightly, while July's spell is not, with Skethar failing his saving throw, and moving 30ft away in a westward direction, provoking an Attack of Opportunity from Garret, Malun and Jason. Malun's PortCon notifies her of it's current capabilities.

After Attacks of Opportunity are taken (or not) Jason will be up!

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Garret Blake
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Mon 8 Apr 2019
at 00:43
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Nobody listened. Nobody ran. Maybe they didn't have time, maybe this was all too fucking strange to process.

Maybe Garrett wasn't one to talk, hmm?

Regardless, Whitney's arrow slammed into its body, and Jules said something and he felt the ripple of the power flow past him. Then the thing that called itself Skethar started to retreat. That was wrong too. A tug in his gut. A narrowing of his vision. Sudden, acute awareness of distance and time. An opening. He could see it. He could see it.

"You picked the wrong fight, Skittles."

Garrett didn't register where he found the large tree branch. It was in his hand, snatched up from the ground in one fluid motion, giving his friends not even a breath to yell at him before he did what was possibly the dumbest thing imaginable:

Garrett snapped his hips as it retreated and hit it with a fucking stick. The chunk of wood slammed into scales like a baseball bat. But then something else happened.

A light erupted from his eyes, raced down the teenager's tense arms in tracing, iridescent lines that flowed up the improvised weapon before sparking in a flash of blue-white light at the moment of impact. There was a popping of pressure. Time slowed.

Then BOOM

AoO: 16 to attack. 6 damage for the weapon, 8 for the Divine Smite. Eat Radiant damage, Snakeface.
Jason Drake
 player, 14 posts
 Welding, forging, wood
 Working with my hands
Mon 8 Apr 2019
at 01:39
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The giant talking skull headed snake, apparently, could be hurt. Why exactly the plan was to fight it, he didn’t know. There was nothing for it though. He doubted they could run away, the cops were nowhere to be seen, it was just them and the monster. He heard something from July about a smaller gap nearby. He saw it, but now the monster was moving that way. Instinctively, Jason swung with his torch, but missed completely as it slithered quickly by. Dammit, too slow.

Something else struck his mind. The heat he felt earlier seemed to well up, as though it was looking for a release. Jason held his free hand forward, trying to give it a place to go. It escaped in a bright flash, but it also missed the snake, striking a nearby boulder instead.

“Damn! Can’t hit this thing!”

OOC: Jason whiffs the attack of opportunity with an 8. Tries Sacred Flame, DC 15, but the monster makes the saving throw

Garret is up!

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Garret Blake
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Mon 8 Apr 2019
at 02:28
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He moved forward without thinking, body acting on potent impulse. It was retreating, just like Damon after that first punch When you landed a hit that made a bad man reel, moving in for a second was the next move. Garrett's feet carried him forward as the sweeping blow of the huge stick carried through to a second one as he launched himself forward.

It came around. Okay. Whatever the fuck he'd just done, all he had to do was do it again. Get in there. In the inzone. Move it, Parn.

He swung the stick a second time through a second arc.

And it shattered, shivered to pieces and left his hands covered in painful splinters.

And he was right there. In its space. The leering head loomed above him with its coal-ember eyes.

"... Shit."

NATURAL 1 BEYOTCH.

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Retro DM
 GM, 26 posts
Mon 8 Apr 2019
at 04:32
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The giant snake hissed out in pain as it was struck in passing. While Garret's stick would have impacted little, the strange, bright energy that he pushed through it and into the creature seemed quite effective. Unfortunately, Jason was unable to land a solid blow, not with his torch or the radiant heat that he could somehow exhume. When Garret moved again, and attempted his second blow, he struck at just the wrong time, and the writhing hide of the snake caused the stick to shatter.

Skethar loomed, visibly harmed, it's scales rended in spots where it had been struck, but still very much 'alive'.

OOC: Back to the top of the order, Malun is up!
Mariko 'Malun' Lunesby
 player, 20 posts
 Obligatory child genius
 Don't touch my PortCon!
Mon 8 Apr 2019
at 15:34
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July used some manner of subsonic attack on the creature...with no apparent weaponry to have caused it. Garret made a stick explode with a strange power then made it explode more conventionally, the second one having noticeably less effect on the snake. Jason shot fire out of his hand.

For some reason, they were trying to fight the snake.

Her PortCon projected another screen, with lots of information that she's sure would be very interesting later, if there was a later, but a quick scan showed that none of the abilities listed would currently be of any use...except maybe one. In the blink of an eye, she typed a quick command into her PortCon, which instantly projected a small screen layered over her glasses. Then she put the rest of her hastily concocted plan into action.

"Jason, I'm opening my bag," Malun warned her friend as she opened up her bag and quickly pulled out an item she knew would be in there. A simple philips head screwdriver. Better than nothing, and with what was going on right now possibly deadly in the right, or maybe wrong, hands.

::Garret,:: she activated the PortCon's listed Mental Bio-circuitry Driver system to tap directly into the mind of her craziest companion, ::I'm throwing you a screwdriver. Taunt it into attacking you, wait for the snake to strike, then do whatever you did before with a clean puncture to the skull.::

Then she tossed him the new makeshift weapon.

OOC: Retrieve screwdriver and toss. The activating the PortCon and mental communication is all basically free actions. Telepathically giving Garret a plan so the snake doesn't overhear it.

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Whitney Zabka-Cabot
 player, 16 posts
 I will not bow
 I will not break
Mon 8 Apr 2019
at 16:26
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Everything was wrong. That idiot charged in and everyone followed his lead. Of course they did, they trusted him. It's why he should have led them out. How would he take responsibility if one them got hurt or given the circumstances, dead.

What Whitney did not expect was Mr. Drake shooting white fire from his hands or Garret's weird light that shattered the branch he was using as an impromptu weapon. Whitney barely noticed it, but even July seemed to have hurt it with something. He wasn't sure what it was, but the snake sure didn't like it.

It was sheer dumb luck they weren't killed outright.

"Garret you idiot." The man was weaponless and face to face with a snake skull that would no doubt like nothing more than to swallow him whole. Or just bite him? It was unclear if the snake had any functioning juices. Being swallowed whole might actually be more of a bother than a danger.

You're getting distracted. Focus.

"Time to save an idiot from himself." He loosed another arrow.

Attack Roll 14. Hits.
Damage (1D6+14). 15 Damage.
July Coates
 player, 20 posts
 i'll sing along
 yeah with every emergency
Tue 9 Apr 2019
at 02:03
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Whatever July had done, Skethar clearly didn't like it. The serpent whipped along the crevice, taking a literally explosive potshot from Garrett along the way, past their only viable route of escape. She exhaled, the static dissipating on her tongue. Fire hummed in her skin, molten gold surging through her veins, smothering the panic that threatened to consume her when Garrett (stupidly) chased after the thing. The stick exploded against Skethar's scales, but Malun was quick to throw Garrett something--a screwdriver--and, well, better than nothing.

"Let's try that again, yeah? You can fuck right off now, buddy," July whispered, her voice dissolving into white noise until she felt that now familiar connection with Skethar's...mind? Something inside of her surged as her words found home, and she could do nothing but follow it. She was burning, fueled by the same rush she felt on stage, strings biting into her calluses, all blinding lights and sweat and home. For a moment, she thought the sheer pleasure of it might kill her.

Her throat flexed and the static went dead. July took a step forward and followed an impulse she didn't understand. With a rush, every ounce of heat flooded into her voice as she shouted,

"Garrett! You've got this! KICK ITS ASS!"

Golden light blossomed along Garrett's skin, arcing playfully in the wake of her words, a fire flickering against this awful night.

July took a shuddering breath as a chill rippled through her, suddenly acutely aware of just how grey the world was, just how hollow, before the familiar warmth flooded the void. An echo of the emptiness lingered. Whatever that fire fed on, there was less of it now.

July casts careless dissonant whispers again. 14 psychic damage on a failed save, 7 on a successful save.

She uses Bardic Inspiration as a bonus action, targeting Garrett. Enjoy that free 1d6 to use for one ability check, saving throw, or attack roll of your choice for the next 10 minutes. Can be used after making a roll but must be used before knowing if the roll is successful or not.

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Retro DM
 GM, 27 posts
Tue 9 Apr 2019
at 02:38
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Skethar seemed amused as Garret tried to smash it with a stick again, only to have his primitive weapon shatter on impact of it's scales, along with Jason's complete miss with his torch, and again with some kind of spell the beast did not know. That joy was short lived as Whitney's next arrow slammed into it, sticking deep in it's right side. It bled a sort of green-black blood that looked thick as tar. Then July's voice rang out again, harrying it's mind even more ferociously than before. Skethar hissed in unknowable pain, and slithered away again.

"SSSSTOP! How doesss it have ssssuch powersssss?!!

As Skethar retreated, it looked as though it's scales were falling off in clumps. Beneath churned unnatural flesh, bone, and that same blue fire that seemed to light it's eyes. The giant snake was coming apart at the seems.

OOC: Skethar takes another chunk of damage from Whitney, and fails his save again with a 10, taking the full 14 psychic damage and being forced to move once more. Garret gets another AOO. Skethar looks to be in very bad shape!

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Garret Blake
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Tue 9 Apr 2019
at 17:07
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Garrett sensed the sudden retreat. He had no weapon. He readied his fist. A dim part of him registered that this was very foolish. You are not Goku. Do not try to be Goku. Idiot!. He couldn't pull this off.

::Garret,::

What the. What the fuck. How was she--

::I'm throwing you a screwdriver. Taunt it into attacking you, wait for the snake to strike, then do whatever you did before with a clean puncture to the skull.::

HOW THE FUCK WAS--nevermind.

::GOT IT.::

"Garrett! You've got this! KICK ITS ASS!"

July's words raced through him like a blazing supercharge. That damn smile raced through the center of his mind. The breath nearly left him.

So that's what it's like.

Holy shit. He could do anything.

The weapon flashed through the air. He was already moving forward. Shit. Adapt. Adapt! He almost lost his balance. Spun on one heel and snatched it out of the air. Nothing for it. He turned the stumble into a jump to his other foot and threw all his mass and weight into a downward blow at the creature's bony... neck? Wasn't it all neck? Nevermind.

"Hey, bone-brain! Yeah, you!"

And it struck. The point punched through its body, and he felt that tug of the terrible blazing light. It raced down his arms as the force of the strike cracked across the darkness.

"SCREWDRIVER! DAYLIGHT! SHAAAAAAAAANK!"

As the words left his mouth, the light bloomed into his hand like a cracking blue-white burst of blowtorch fire and released with a blinding BANG.

AoO: 16 with the inspiration. 8 damage from the strike. 8 from the smite!

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Jason Drake
 player, 15 posts
 Welding, forging, wood
 Working with my hands
Tue 9 Apr 2019
at 18:45
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With the whole world going nuts, Jason wasn’t sure what to make of things. Another arrow from Whitney blasted into the giant snake with power he didn’t know the guy had. July was, somehow, using her voice as a weapon. He heard Malun mention her bag, and instinctively lowered it for her, but his mind was too busy to consciously acknowledge her. Then she tossed Garret a screwdriver and he did that crazy light attack again. The night shone bright for an instant when he did.

This is all crazy... but I have to help.

Then he saw his chance. There was more of that blue fire inside Skethar.

“Fire inside it? That means pressure. If I can just force that pressure to burst...”

He willed the rising, somehow supernatural heat within his body to swell up and out.

Whatever this is... give me more flame!

As stretched his arm forward, almost like a forceful punch, a blast of light arched outwards with incredible speed and struck the beast, making it’s whole body glow in the radiant light.

OOC: Jason casts Guiding Bolt, hitting with a 15. 18!!! Radiant damage!
Retro DM
 GM, 28 posts
Tue 9 Apr 2019
at 20:38
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At first Skethar seemed confused, and agonized, as the screw driver punctured strait into it’s scales right below the head. It writhed away from the blow, just in time to see the bolt of radiant flames headed strait for it. The energy impacted with Skethar like a haymaker, causing the beast to curl in on itself. Then it started to feel that energy tear through it’s body.

“NNNNNOOOOOOAAAAAARRRRR!”

The creature called Skethar roared in pain, it’s death throes somehow causing harm, as the radiant flames consumed and overtook its own blue fire, erupting from inside it’s scales outward, and consuming the beast. It’s own once blue orbs that stood for its eyes went white, then burnt out as the rest of it did, the entire thing collapsing with a crash. All the flesh was burned away into dust, leaving a pile of bones.

OOC: combat is over, but everyone takes 5 Psychic damage from Skethar’s final cry.