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  • #222026
    Speaker of Truths
    Speaker of Truths
    Participant

    Hoy… Is that what it looks like? I’ve never seen it on another before. Fascinating. Disturbing. Frankly, kind of gross. (+5 stress)

    Augh, unimportant. Can’t get distracted, lose focus. Wouldn’t do to let Gruff slip his leash.

    Right. Analysis.

    Frontline engaged with the demon. Some wounds, nothing lethal, BLOOD. Too closely engaged to put the chain to work. Would risk hitting the demon.

    Backline, some kind of musicians? Crude instruments? What do they expect to do? Non-lethal, unimportant.

    One with the shield, protecting the others? Off-balance. Keep himREND that way.

    Tam Lin looses the chain from his sleeve once more, the chain making a hefty thud as it impacts the floor. A quick twist of the wrist, combined with a sidestep to take him out of the danger of possibly striking one of his fellows, sets the improvised flail to spinning. It spins once, twice, then whips viciously forward, the weathered steel lashing out in the retreating tentacles’ wake to strike at the shield-bearing pig. The blow is accurate, but as in the fights before, Tam Lin’s taking stock of the situation has cost him the ideal opening in which to attack. Knowledge traded for efficacy. Understanding, rather than power. A scholarly pursuit of life may be rewarding, but its advantages in the pitched haze of the skirmish are few indeed. (Calm, -15% damage on Round 1)

    Character Name: Tam Lin
    Stress: 19/100
    Health: 26/26
    Speed: 7
    Loot: Nill

    This statement = lie

    Spoiler

    Tam Lin
    Health: 26/26
    Stress: 0/100
    Gold: 0
    Daveed Emanuel Garrett
    Health: 27/27
    Stress: 0/100
    Gold: 0
    Rachael Sera
    HP: 21/21
    Stress: 0/100
    Gold: 0

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    #222182
    relishness oblivion
    relishness oblivion
    Participant

    The blunt end of the padlock strikes with medium force against the metal dome of the Swine Slasher, the bend creaks and screeches as the padlock grazes off it, denting it slightly and pounding against the swine slashers face. The pig squeaks loudly, backing up and slipping over a fresh shit laying on the floor. It screeches unattractively, falling onto the floor with a heavy thud. Incapacitated.
    ===
    “HAHAHA! IT’S A PRETTY BUTTERFLY!” Taklir randomly spouts out as he eyes the swine slashers with a grin, flexing his claws in anticipation.
    ===
    SWINE CHOPPER [HURT – CUT ACROSS FACE]
    SWINE CHOPPER [HURT – CUT ACROSS CHEST]
    SWINE SLASHER [HURT – STUNNED, HIT ON HEAD, DAMAGE REDUCED DUE TO ‘CALM’ QUIRK AND METAL DOME HELM, SHIELD PARTIALLY DAMAGED.]
    SWINE DRUMMER [HEALTHY]
    SWINE DRUMMER [HURT – ANKLES PARTIALLY CRUSHED]
    ===

    Spoiler

    -=-TURN ORDER!-=-
    Ibrahim (ON GUARD, ABLE TO GO FIRST.)
    -DM POST (depending if individual has performed an action.)
    Verdun
    -DM POST (depending if individual has performed an action.)
    Tam Lin
    -DM POST (depending if individual has performed an action.)
    Tazia
    -DM POST (depending if individual has performed an action.)
    SWINE DRUMMER
    -DM POST (depending if individual has performed an action.)
    SWINE SLASHER
    -DM POST (depending if individual has performed an action.)
    SWINE DRUMMER
    -DM POST (depending if individual has performed an action.)
    SWINE CHOPPER/NATALIA
    -DM POST (depending if individual has performed an action. I’ll flip a coin to see who goes first. Heads for Swine Chopper, tails for Natalia)
    SWINE CHOPPER/NATALIA[if she goes first instead of the other swine chopper, then this isnt needed. however she will have another SPD check again.]
    -DM POST (depending if individual has performed an action.)

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    VanityPirate - "Banished to the elephant graveyard"

    Blood trail killer - "It's like a thumbs up but with Parkinson's tho."

    #222295
    Outis-aka-nobody
    Outis-aka-nobody
    Participant

    Tazia decides to saw out a jaunty little tune to raise everyone’s spirits.

    (Verdun, Tam Lin, and Nathalie heal 3 stress.)

    My characters are terrible, stupid, useless people.

    #222901
    relishness oblivion
    relishness oblivion
    Participant

    With a snort and a wet fart, one of the swine drummers, who appeared quite frail and skinny withdrew its bone drum sticks. They were thick and quite large in size, one in each hand. Rolling its shoulders, the primitive bone vest that it wore rattling quietly as it hovered its brutish bone clubs over the top of the drum. Swaying it’s head to the left, it looked down at the waste-riddled floor and spat a grimy and large amount of saliva onto the floor before it huffed deeply through its snout, glaring at the heroes as they began their assault.

    The frail swine drummer scanned its murky, hazelnut pig-eyes scanning bitterly at the heroes for a target until its eyes glared at Tam Lin and his chain flailing. Its ears visibly flapped aggressively, and it snorted unattractively. Rather powerfully, it brought down it’s left bone stick onto the base of the drum, a loud, rather repulsive ‘bang’ echoed through the room. Although the sound would prove to be somewhat painful to listen to for the heroes, the other pigmen seemed to screech in anticipation and blood lust at the sound of it. Eventually, it banged again with its right stick, then its left, and then its right, then continued to repeat this cycle of drum beating for at least 15 seconds until the swine drummer took a deep breath through its maw, saliva dripping down its chin as he arched his back from how hard it took a breath, then it roared with absolute hatred and rage at Tam Lin, waving its right stick at Tam Lin as if it were a general ordering his/her troops to charge.
    [TAM LIN MARKED – TAKES MORE DAMAGE FROM ENEMY ATTACKS AND INCREASE LIKELIHOOD OF BEING ATTACKED BY OTHER ENEMIES.]
    ===
    The other swine drummer, who was a little stronger and beefier than the other, but wasn’t as buff as the other pigmen such as the Swine Choppers who had every part of their muscles defined with beastly vigor. Growling, it slathered its tongue outward, the pink sloppy meat that lolled out of its mouth slapped wetly against its chin. Exhaling sharply through its snout and stomping the ground with its left hoof, piss and shit being pushed out of the wet ground as it did so. Rather quickly and clumsily, it began to pound its bone clubs that were the same thickness as the other pigmen, the loud menacing sound echoing even louder than the previous, a cold chill and a scent of fear lingered in the air.

    Death was cheering with a goblet of blood, lying in the shadows seductively.
    [FULL PARTY STRESS!
    IBRAHIM – +7
    VERDUN – +9
    TAM LIN – +6
    TAZIA – +6
    NATALIA – +10]
    ===
    Verdun felt a sense of calm flow over him, but it was brief, and he went back to viewing the scene from Taklirs perspective. Taklir however, was busy stifling bombastic laughter.

    However, with the loud bashing of the drums laying down upon them, both Taklir and Verdun were affected. Verdun felt a shiver, a glimpse of their deaths out of a potent dose of fear injecting inside his head. Same with Taklir, however he found it quite painful to listen too that anything else.

    “NO NO NO! YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG! YOU HAVE TO TAP IT LIGHTLY! PUT SOME RHYTHM IN IT!” Taklir advised with a forced giggle.
    [-3 STRESS]
    [+9 STRESS GAINED]
    ===
    [The coin landed on Tails, Natalia goes first before the Swine Choppers get to act.]
    At the moment, the swine choppers were busy drooling to themselves, both of them wrapped in the beat of the drums. Eventually, they soon came to their senses, but it would take them a moment to contemplate what was actually happening.
    ===
    Due to the whang up the noggin from Tam Lin’s chain, the Slasher was unable to perform any form of advancement, and merely listened to the distorted audio of the drums before it shook its head from side to side, bringing it back to the fray.
    ===

    Spoiler

    -=-TURN ORDER!-=-
    Ibrahim (ON GUARD, ABLE TO GO FIRST.)
    -DM POST (depending if individual has performed an action.)
    Verdun
    -DM POST (depending if individual has performed an action.)
    Tam Lin
    -DM POST (depending if individual has performed an action.)
    Tazia
    -DM POST (depending if individual has performed an action.)
    SWINE DRUMMER
    -DM POST (depending if individual has performed an action.)
    SWINE SLASHER
    -DM POST (depending if individual has performed an action.)
    SWINE DRUMMER
    -DM POST (depending if individual has performed an action.)
    SWINE CHOPPER/NATALIA
    -DM POST (depending if individual has performed an action. I’ll flip a coin to see who goes first. Heads for Swine Chopper, tails for Natalia)
    SWINE CHOPPER/NATALIA[if she goes first instead of the other swine chopper, then this isnt needed. however she will have another SPD check again.]
    -DM POST (depending if individual has performed an action.)

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    ===
    SWINE CHOPPER [HURT – CUT ACROSS FACE]
    SWINE CHOPPER [HURT – CUT ACROSS CHEST]
    SWINE SLASHER [HURT – STUNNED, HIT ON HEAD, DAMAGE REDUCED DUE TO ‘CALM’ QUIRK AND METAL DOME HELM, SHIELD PARTIALLY DAMAGED.]
    SWINE DRUMMER [HEALTHY]
    SWINE DRUMMER [HURT – ANKLES PARTIALLY CRUSHED]
    ===
    Character Name: Verdun
    Stress Level: 20/100
    MaxHP: 28/29
    SPD: 7
    Loot Gathered:
    100 Gold
    ===

    VanityPirate - "Banished to the elephant graveyard"

    Blood trail killer - "It's like a thumbs up but with Parkinson's tho."

    #223643
    The-Continuum
    The-Continuum
    Participant

    The gun was whipped around the corner, Natalia steadying herself against the door frame and breathing steadily as she lined up her shot. The hardest part for her was now to choose her target; out of the five that she could see, only one was not wounded, and with the more controlled man flinging out his chain like a weighted whip, and the other man transformed into a terribly hideous. . .thing- though she had to admit it was nowhere near as hideous as the pig-folk- her mind was scattered, quite painfully, as the horrific notes from one of the two drummers chattered and rattled out. Gritting her teeth, she decided that she knew her target; the swine responsible for that racket. She looked down the old gun, breathed again to center herself, and carefully squeezed the trigger as she aimed at the wounded drummer. The sound was barely audible over the racket, though to her ears it was a blast as it sent a shot hurtling through the air. “Good riddance, you pissant. I never was a fan of percussion music,” she muttered in Italian.

    [Using One Round (Aimed Shot, Unchanged) at the wounded Swine Drummer.]

    Character Name: “Natalia”
    Stress: 30/100
    Health: 27/27
    Speed: 3
    Loot: 1 Ruby

    Spoiler

    "Ulysses"
    Health: 29/29
    Stress: 0/100
    Gold: 0

    "Natalia"
    Health: 27/27
    Stress: 0/100
    Gold: 0

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    #223765
    relishness oblivion
    relishness oblivion
    Participant

    The round snaps and cracks through the air, a splinter of gunshot, a brass flash shivering across the eyesight of those who saw it. It traveled almost gracefully, but made brutal impact with the Swine Drummer’s chest. First, it collides with the veil of bone draping down its chest, snapping a good three, pristine looking bones. The projectile would do less damage as a result, however, the metallic projectile punctures through its chest nevertheless and goes through the other side, managing to graze the left lung.

    Howling in pain, the swine drummer angrily smashes its bone sticks onto its drum. The other swine men resonate with this sound, becoming more and more aggressive, portraying their more feral side.
    ===
    The swine chopper to the right of Taklir was fixated on the human meat on Tam Lin’s bones. Saliva dripped from the tips of its blunt teeth, and a low, animistic growl escaped from its throat. This swine chopper was a little smaller than the other, but still shared the same mass of muscle, a walking powerhouse of monstrous power.

    Rather suddenly and bombastically, the smaller Swine Chopper bellowed a disgusting but mighty roar, the tone of its voice deep and fearsome, filled with rage and hatred. Before it charged, it pounded the ground twice with its cleaver, the metal, jagged bits of the blade that were bashed on with pure strength pierced the ground with ease, the jagged bits and the edge of the cleaver itself covered in waste of pig shit and piss. Perhaps it would be wise to avoid getting hit by it…

    Stomping the ground with its hoof, the stumpy swine chopper charged at Tam Lin, its cleaver raised overhead in its right hand whilst the other rested by its side. As it charged, it continued to screech and belch a villainous cry for violence and blood, and once it began to close the distance, it brought its free hand up to the grip of its cleaver and once it got close enough, it swung it hard and powerfully at Tam Lin with an overhead strike.
    [DISEASE CHANCE – 40%]
    ===
    Grunting with dismissal and disgust, the swine chopper who was much taller than the other swine chopper, about 6 foot tall, brought its chain wrapped forearm to its right side, its body pivoting to the right. Once the swine chopper positioned itself correctly, it performed a backhand swing to the side of Taklirs face. The chain engulfed wrist and forearm smashed hard against the side of Taklirs face, a loud crack of bone was prominent in the air and a tooth or two snapped off as a result. Taklir would stumble to the left, holding his face with his right claw.

    “OOOWWWIE! I’M TELLING MOM!” Taklir giggled mockingly, however he could not deny that it hurt quite bad. Which was rare for him, because he usually saw pain as pleasure. Lots of pleasure in fact. Yet he did not get excited over that strike.

    As the swine chopper began to position itself straight yet again, its gaze connected with Ibrahim and froze. It inhaled quickly and deeply through its snout, sniffing four times before it went completely still, its gaze piercing through Ibrahims. For a moment, it stood completely still, the scent of pig blood on his hands wafting in its nostrils. Quite visibly, its grip tightened on its cleaver and chain-ball, his mass slightly shaking from a ever-increasing jolt of pure, untamed rage and absolute hatred, specifically for Ibrahim.

    Suddenly, it roared incredibly loud, much more menacing than the other swine chopper. Its maw was wide open as it roared at Ibrahim, but it would prove short, as it was already winding the chains loose from its forearm. Wasting no time, it flung its left forearm in the direction of Ibrahim, the chain began to unravel quickly, and the strength of the throw was enough to send the hulking iron sphere covered in bent and crooked spikes toward Ibrahim, specifically his chest.
    ===
    Fueled by bloodlust and psychopathic intent, Taklir giggled loudly and maniacally, pointing at Tam Lin, “OH LOOK! HE WANTS TO PLAY! HEHEHE!” Taklir bellowed happily with laughter, before he made long strides toward the injured swine slasher. For a moment, Taklir only seemed to glare at him with his blackened eyes, orbs of the void boring down at the disgusting creature. It would prove to be a short lived encounter, as Taklir had swung to the right with his left claw. The strength of his blow, along with the razor sharp nails managed to deform and puncture the helmet. There was a blast of blood that spurted out, covering Taklir in pigs blood. The swine slasher screeched quietly, appearing to be having a small seizure, due to bits of metal puncturing through the creatures scalp and into the brain, thanks to Taklirs healthy punches. Anyhow, Taklir, with a smudge of Verdun’s brutality taking control but mainly Taklirs bloodlust, he brought his right claw up to the creatures stomach and began to rend through with incredible speed. Intestines and blood poured out, leaving the creature to die quickly, but still he continued. He would stop rending until bone had began to show, specifically the spine and the rib cage, and he balled up his right claw into a fist, bones cracking from the tension and pressure of his grip. Quite brutally, Taklir puncture a hole, quite literally, through the Swine Slashers stomach, his fist and forearm coming out through the over side and covering Taklir in blood, “OOPSIE! I MADE A MESS… TEEHEE…” Taklir giggled quietly, slowly extracting his bloodied fist from the creatures stomach, gripping the swine slasher’s corpse by the throat and slamming it into the ground.

    Dead.
    ===
    -THE HALLWAY-
    The shadows seemed to linger a bit more actively, specifically the entrance. There was… the faintest of movement in the dark outside the tunnel, the majority of the hallway sketched in a malignant darkness, never fading, never being lifted. The torch light itself, was not enough to reveal if the shadows were real or a work of the mind. One thing was for certain, however, that the shadows proved to be a little more troubling… and produced more realistic silhouettes that could be that of a… monster.
    ===
    SWINE CHOPPER#1 [HURT – CUT ACROSS FACE]
    SWINE CHOPPER#2 [HURT – CUT ACROSS CHEST]
    SWINE SLASHER CORPSE [HURT – DEAD, BRUTALLY MUTILATED, PUNCHED THROUGH STOMACH QUITE LITERALLY]
    SWINE DRUMMER#1 [HEALTHY]
    SWINE DRUMMER#2 [HURT – ANKLES PARTIALLY CRUSHED, CHEST HIT WITH PROJECTILE, LEFT LUNG GRAZED]
    ===

    Spoiler

    -=-TURN ORDER!-=-
    Verdun
    -DM POST (depending if individual has performed an action.)
    Tam Lin
    -DM POST (depending if individual has performed an action.)
    Tazia
    -DM POST (depending if individual has performed an action.)
    Ibrahim
    -DM POST (depending if individual has performed an action.)
    SWINE DRUMMER
    -DM POST (depending if individual has performed an action.)
    SWINE DRUMMER
    -DM POST (depending if individual has performed an action.)
    SWINE CHOPPER/NATALIA
    -DM POST (depending if individual has performed an action. I’ll flip a coin to see who goes first. Heads for Swine Chopper, tails for Natalia)
    SWINE CHOPPER/NATALIA[if she goes first instead of the other swine chopper, then this isnt needed. however she will have another SPD check again.]
    -DM POST (depending if individual has performed an action.)

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    VanityPirate - "Banished to the elephant graveyard"

    Blood trail killer - "It's like a thumbs up but with Parkinson's tho."

    #224248
    Speaker of Truths
    Speaker of Truths
    Participant

    It all happens so fast. Mere seconds pass, of course, but Tam Lin feels like he is moving through syrup as the skirmish rages around him. The crack of gunfire. Strangely soothing music, undercut and overwhelmed by the primitive pounding that sets his stomach reeling and his blood singing. (Net +3 stress) It reminds him of the old days. Of the old ways. The wild parties at the University, where the drunken scholars would celebrate their latest academic victories in the style of Roman nobility of a bygone era. The chanting, dancing, circles spinning. Wine flowed as freely as blood from a slit artery. The sacrificial knife is as a surgeon’s scalpel, precise and sharp.

    They sing! The academics with naked, painted bodies whirling about, calling their adulation to the summer stars, the stone stick with sweat and wine and blood and lovemaking and tears, the sounds of ecstatic revelry echoing in the cave where the professor calls out from the copper circle knife raised high above the pregnant ebon nanny. The students all take notes, murmuring appreciatively at the sacrifice’s bleats and the chanting of the high priest.

    War has come to the tribe, and so they make sacrifice to Mother. She hears, sees, smells their devotion. She is there, among them, riding the entwined bodies of the feasting scholars! She is there, whispering from the darkness of the wood! She drinks their wine, their blood, their nectar, and is pleased. She sends her young, wild and powerful, to defend the faithful. When comes the war, the students will take to the field with her children, who will rend the enemy limb from limb, exulting in the carnage in the name of the All-Mother!

    The blade comes down! And I am born. I emerge from the gash in the pregnant belly, roaring my birth from the shattered gore of the surrogate sacrifice! The worshipers call out in joy, in fear of my form, my power. The tribe is safe, by the strength on their pet horror. The professor’s voice rings out, reminding the students that the sacrifice will be on the test!

    No. Wait. Those are not my memories. Those are the memories of the other one. The weakling scholar with the iron will.

    No! Wait! I am the one. The demon is the other!

    Amidst the haze of battle, music, and his own thoughts, Tam Lin hardly registers the looming threat as it bears down on him. Preoccupied by retracting his flail as he is, he becomes aware of the Swine Chopper mere moments before the beastman brings his virulent cleaver down at the scholar. Distracted, Tam Lin throws out a massive, beastial arm to swat the threat away. Naturally, his actual human arm falls far short of the threat, passing under the blade harmlessly. The blow itself goes unchallenged, and the results are anything but harmless.

    The cleaver smacks into Tam Lin’s bicep with a meaty thunk, one that widens his eyes and violently snaps him out of his fugue. The jagged metal rips into his muscle, causing horrific damage to the student. The more sinister aspect of the attack is deflected, as the eldritch fluid that bursts forth from the injury proves more caustic than the various substances threatening infection, burning them away as the ichor blackens the metal of the weapon. (6 damage, Bleed/Disease resisted)

    Time, which was whirling around Tam Lin, abruptly stops, catching him mid startled scream of pain.

    Where did he come from? Am/Are I/We going to die?

    Surrender. Give me the body.

    You should not be able to say that.

    You are weak. In your weakness, you will kill us both. GIVE ME THE BODY.

    You do not speak!

    In your pain, you ask for help. You beg my aid. Your own thoughts betray you. Give me the body, or we die.

    …Gruff. KILL

    Tam Lin’s scream is abruptly cut off, turning into a choking gasp as a shudder passes through his form. There is a creaking, as through leather dried and tightened, followed by a sharp crack as the points of twisting horns burst from the scar tissue on his temples in a spray of blood and bone shards. They twist, ridged horn breaking free of fleshy tissue as they spiral out like the crown of a mountain goat. His face elongated, jaw dislocating with a pop as the very structure of the student’s body swells, distending, something greater erupting from the fragile humanity.

    Tam Lin’s right hand, already growing a layer of coarse, stiff hair, darts out to grasp at the smineman’s snout. The bones of his hand ripple and relocate as he does so, and by the time the appendage reaches the beast, his paw dwarfs the thing’s face. He grips the Chopper, fingers that now end in segmented hooves where the nails should be drawing lines of blood along its skull, and shoves. With a wet squelch, the flesh of the transforming scholar surrenders the cleaver, the blade practically flying out of the wound as the creature is thrown back.

    The left hand, still vaguely human if grotesque, scrabbles for the leather ties that hold his robes together. The cords prove nearly impossible to untie with rapidly thickening fingers, but he manages to work two of the three free. The third, tightening against the engorged muscle growing beneath it, strains with an audible creak, then snaps violently, the garment flying free of the bestial form to flutter to the ground. The snaps that follow are not leather but bone, Tam Lin’s joints protesting as his spine gains new segments, lengthening and bending to support the rippling muscle.

    His eyes open, now slightly offset on the sides of his skull, revealing the gold-and-black hourglass pupil of a goat. He rears back, then lunges with a bellow in multiple voices. The bleat of a goat. The shriek of a child. Some sinister whisper of the void. His jaw distends with the scream, revealing far too many rows of impossibly sharp canines and a whip-like green ribbon of a tongue ending in a bile-dripping bone needle. His naked form is concealed under a coarse hide of black hair that seems almost like armor, though a patch above his left breast is slick and shiny with his own blood.

    In an instant, carried swiftly on extended ankles, his form shrieks past the front line to follow the Chopper sent stumbling by his strike. He is on it then, one powerful horn ripping up through the Swineman’s abdomen with a toss of his head as his forelimbs punch and tear at the already wounded creature in a battering assault of hoof-claws and fury.

    (Rage on the short Swine Chopper)

    Character Name: Tam Lin
    Stress: 22/100
    Health: 20/26
    Speed: 7
    Loot: Nill

    This statement = lie

    Spoiler

    Tam Lin
    Health: 26/26
    Stress: 0/100
    Gold: 0
    Daveed Emanuel Garrett
    Health: 27/27
    Stress: 0/100
    Gold: 0
    Rachael Sera
    HP: 21/21
    Stress: 0/100
    Gold: 0

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    #225429
    relishness oblivion
    relishness oblivion
    Participant

    The horn pierces at a mediumish depth of the Swine Choppers abdomen, cutting through the thick hide, muscle and flesh of the creature. It doesn’t damage any vital organs, however, the area becomes quite weak as a result, and any major exertion would be… interesting to witness. The swine chopper stumbles back, grumbling in its throat and holding its wound with its free hand. Before it could even register that Tam Lin was following up with an attack, it was too late. A powerful rend across the creatures face spews blood from the horizontal wounds created across its face, adding more blood to the disgusting ground they fought upon.

    Gargling blood in its mouth and spitting it out, the creature stumbled backwards, but remained steadfast from where it stood. It growled and huffed, each rasp of aggression became louder and louder before it retaliated, throwing its cleaver to the floor, and tackling Tam Lin from where he stood. The tackle would prove to be effective, as Tam Lin’s footing became loosened and lubricated by the waste on the floor whilst the pigmen knew how to position themselves in order to create a firm foothold in battle. The swine chopper bawled in anger as it lifted Tam Lin up slightly before carrying him a couple meters behind him before they were sent sprawling on the ground, the Swine Chopper straddling his chest.

    With vicious fury, the swine chopper began to pummel down on Tam Lin with fisticuffs, the first blow striking against the Abominations nose, whilst the other was winded back, ready to smash down on the abomination’s dome.
    ===
    -THE HALLWAY-
    There was a faint gargle and tearing off flesh, but it was a very quiet sound, and would only be heard to those close to it. The commotion came from the entrance, where the shadows still veiled in thick curtains of darkness. There was… something, something moving in the shadows, it’s shape, large and menacing, however it resembled the shape of what was in the room: A pig man. Or… it could be mere illusion, trickery of the mind and illusions of madness. Still… something was… watching them… with a salivating maw. In the glint of the torch light, there was a metallic glitter in the shadows that seemed to be floating on the silhouette. It was hard to tell what it was, but it appeared to be that of steel glittering faintly in the crimson torch light.
    ===
    SWINE CHOPPER#1 [HURT – CUT ACROSS FACE]
    SWINE CHOPPER#2 [HURT – CUT ACROSS CHEST, CUT ACROSS ABDOMEN, CUT ACROSS FACE. ]
    SWINE SLASHER CORPSE [HURT – DEAD, BRUTALLY MUTILATED, PUNCHED THROUGH STOMACH QUITE LITERALLY]
    SWINE DRUMMER#1 [HEALTHY]
    SWINE DRUMMER#2 [HURT – ANKLES PARTIALLY CRUSHED, CHEST HIT WITH PROJECTILE, LEFT LUNG GRAZED]
    ===
    Tazia is next.
    ===

    VanityPirate - "Banished to the elephant graveyard"

    Blood trail killer - "It's like a thumbs up but with Parkinson's tho."

    #225560
    Outis-aka-nobody
    Outis-aka-nobody
    Participant

    “Hmm? A mystery figure creature skulking in the dark? What an interesting twist to this already engaging fracas.” Tazia says, her words probably lost in the din of battle. She saws on her violin, a harsh, invigorating tune to help her allies focus.

    (+6 ACC for everyone.)

    My characters are terrible, stupid, useless people.

    #225590
    relishness oblivion
    relishness oblivion
    Participant

    With the recent transformation, the heroes feel a jolt of dread slither through them. An unrelenting fear, coursing through their veins, creating small beads of sweat upon their skin, making their hearts run cold. This is but the side effect of such power… and it cannot be avoided.

    [VERDUN – 6 STRESS
    IBRAHIM – 8 STRESS
    TAZIA – 6 STRESS
    NATALIA – 10 STRESS]
    ===
    Ibrahim is next.

    VanityPirate - "Banished to the elephant graveyard"

    Blood trail killer - "It's like a thumbs up but with Parkinson's tho."

    #225804
    Rumsztyk
    Rumsztyk
    Participant

    The battle was raging, Tazia’s tunes mixed with the swine drumming. Abominations revealing their true forms… a sight to behold. (+7 stress) They were ready to unleash the ungodly inferno of untapped eldritch power unto the enemies… but then it hit them, the ball on a chain connected. Square in the chest.

    The flimsy figure of the occultist fell into the disgusting mixture of piss and blood on the floor. His robes were soaked with unimaginable filth.

    “GET UP, PATHETIC MORTAL! WE’RE MISSING OUT ON A GREAT SHOW!” his demon roared inside. Heavily breathing, Ibrahim gets up clumsily back on his feet.

    Character Name: Ibrahim
    Stress Level: 26/100
    HP: 16/19
    SPD: 6 (10)
    Loot Gathered: 250 golds

    Spoiler

    George Steele
    HP 38/38
    Stress 20/100
    Gold 0

    Ibrahim bin Omer
    HP 19/19
    Stress 64/100
    Gold 0
    George's and Ibrahim's sheets

    Angelica
    HP 22/22
    Stress 20/100
    Gold 500

    Angelica's sheet

    Sister Maia
    HP 26/26
    Stress 25/100
    Gold 100

    Grom
    HP 23/23
    Stress 3/100
    Gold 0

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    #226616
    relishness oblivion
    relishness oblivion
    Participant

    With a gurgling hatred, the Swine Drummer that had previously marked Tam Lin was already beating its drums. The rhythm was slow, gruelling and rage-filled, then the tempo slowly began to increase along with the aggression. Eventually the room would soon be filled with a horrifying and tense background drumming… the shadows that were glued above upon the ceiling and slithering in the corners of the room, becoming more vicious and real.

    Madness lurks, like a grimy thief with a blood mottled, rust dripped dagger. Watching. Waiting. Anticipating.
    (STRESS FOR ALL HEROES)
    ===
    The other Swine Drummer, that was idly drooling from where it stood seemed to remain idle and confused until it eventually came to its primal senses. Slapping its chops together in a very lazy and tired motion, it yawned loud, similar to the sound of Chewbacca, but more high pitch and not as adorable to listen to. Scratching the fat below its saliva dripping chin, the swine drummer did a quick drum that could almost be considered skilful. After a few seconds of drumming, the swine drummer swayed its disgusting mass toward Ibrahim, then waved its bone drumstick at him lazily and screeched, before yawning again.
    (IBRAHIM MARKED)
    ===
    [FLIPPED COIN – HEADS, SWINE CHOPPER#1 GOES FIRST]
    Growling loud and snorting with bloodlust, The swine chopper shook its head from side to side, saliva being thrown everywhere before its eyes settled eagerly on Ibrahim, before it huffed loudly and approached Ibrahim. At first it walked slowly, its hoofs grinding in the pig piss filled mud. Then, it suddenly began sprinting at Ibrahim, its loincloth clapped about, the chain rattled loudly that wrapped his waist and wrist. Something audible emitted from its mouth, a malicious, deep giggle could be heard before it leapt up, its cleaver raised up high.

    There was a soft chill that overcame Ibrahim, time slows a little at the attack. The same chill that he and Verdaux felt when they traversed through that hallway. Then… there was a familiar laughter. Mocking… depressing and oppressing laughter whispered in his ears.

    Where was the swine chopper? It seemed to shiver and fluctuate, shadows mixing with its appearance and with the torch light. The torch flickered violently… and then the flickering stopped.

    A man in his iconic robes was replaced in front of Ibrahim and instead of the swine chopper. A balding, old man with dead eyes… and a Cheshire Cat grin. The Caretaker bored down on him a dark glare gleaming in his eyes. His apparel seemed to fade in and out of reality, being formed out of trickery and illusion, shadow and madness.
    [ILLUSION OF CARETAKER PERCEIVED BY IBRAHIM ONLY, ITS IN HIS HEAD]
    ===
    SWINE CHOPPER#1 [HURT – CUT ACROSS FACE]
    SWINE CHOPPER#2 [HURT – CUT ACROSS CHEST, CUT ACROSS ABDOMEN, CUT ACROSS FACE. ]
    SWINE SLASHER CORPSE [HURT – DEAD, BRUTALLY MUTILATED, PUNCHED THROUGH STOMACH QUITE LITERALLY]
    SWINE DRUMMER#1 [HEALTHY]
    SWINE DRUMMER#2 [HURT – ANKLES PARTIALLY CRUSHED, CHEST HIT WITH PROJECTILE, LEFT LUNG GRAZED]
    ===
    Natalia goes next.

    VanityPirate - "Banished to the elephant graveyard"

    Blood trail killer - "It's like a thumbs up but with Parkinson's tho."

    #228480
    The-Continuum
    The-Continuum
    Participant

    The transformation of the gentleman into something rather caprine in appearance and the sounds that echoed were a sight to behold. It was horrific, it was- far less offensive than Verdun’s beast, to be brutally honest she reflected as she let the now reloaded arquebus rest into its sling, and pulled out her hand blunderbuss. Loaded, primed, it was the perfect response that she could muster for such a crowded room, and she swung out into the doorway, unleashing a storm of hot lead pellets and shot for the enemies, immediately sliding back into cover on the other side of the door frame that she had been using. Again, she worked hard to control her breathing rhythm over the suffocating stench, humming some sort of rhyme or tune as she hurriedly repacked primed the small shotgun-like implement, before taking her longarm back out to take aim again. Now all she had to do was wait for the perfect shot, and finish off the drummer that she had started on.

    Character Name: “Natalia”
    Stress: 38/100
    Health: 27/27
    Speed: 3
    Loot: 1 Ruby

    Spoiler

    "Ulysses"
    Health: 29/29
    Stress: 0/100
    Gold: 0

    "Natalia"
    Health: 27/27
    Stress: 0/100
    Gold: 0

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    #228517
    relishness oblivion
    relishness oblivion
    Participant

    ===
    The hail of hellfire splits the air in two, the red streak of spark and sulfur blitz through the room with alarming speed. A pale cloud of sulfur shivers inside the hallway and just outside the door frame into the room, and the resounding sound of gunfire echoes through the room. First, one of the bullets connects with the neck of the swine chopper currently boring down on Ibrahim with its blood stained cleaver raised overhead. It squeals loudly and unattractively, stepping back from where it stood. Blood gulped and spilled out onto Ibrahim and the floor below in large amounts. However, the creature seemed steadfast and remained standing. However, thanks to the rather spontaneous Natalia, the attack was interrupted and the swine chopper was busy applying pressure to its neck, not out of medical knowledge, but because it hurt.

    Secondly, two more iron pellets connect with the thick hide of Verdun’s lower back, going straight through his chest. Luckily, no vitals had been pierced, and it struck through an area where no arteries had been cut and it just two very small holes in his hips. Taklir yelped and clenched his back, and scowled back at Natalia, “HEY! DON’T NIP ME YOU LITTLE SCALLYWAG!” Taklir giggled but his laughter was abruptly cut off as he winced a little from pain.

    Finally, six pellets snapped across the room toward the injured Swine Drummer’s skull. It had only a fraction of a second to even contemplate a facial reaction to the bullets, and it merely yawned, not noticing it’s upcoming demise. Almost theatrically, the pellets burst into the Swine Drummer’s skull and general facial area, and it would appear that the head practically imploded. Bits of the skull, brain and teeth splattered across a small area of the room from where the swine drummer stood, and the mess was quite glorious indeed. A splatter of blood shot out for a second, landing just in front of the swine drummer’s limp, standing corpse, before it fell down into the mud.

    Where it belonged.
    ==
    [SWINE CHOPPER#1 ATTACK INTERRUPTED.]
    [SWINE DRUMMER#2 KILLED – CRITICAL HIT, -6 STRESS FOR NATALIA, TAM LIN, TAZIA, IBRAHIM AND VERDUN]
    ===
    From the shadows, and from where a torch didn’t dare to shine upon, a loud grunt echoed behind Tazia and Natalia. There was a rattle of chain and splatter of mud, and soon after.. the tearing of flesh. It had now became visible to the two ladies currently occupying the hallway: A large brute of a Swine Chopper, much larger and taller than the two inside the room. Instead of a cleaver, it held a large oaken trunk, a large amount of blood staining the bark, both animal and human alike. The glint in his shoulder would reveal to be a piece of a dagger, the blood mottled steel encased deep in its shoulder, the shape and design familiar. The appearance of the brute would ring bells in Ibrahim’s ear.

    Trudging it’s heavy weight in the mud and shit that accumulated in the hallway after the swinemens disgusting squatting in these Warrens, it gritted its thick, blunt teeth against each other as it eyed Natalia and Tazia, but Tazia specifically. It found the meat on their bones to look quite tasty, making him salivate, the white droplets dripping into a small puddle of pig piss.

    Inhaling through its nose, it exhaled heavily and deeply through its mouth, a disgusting and fresh stench of Deer blood sneaking into the two ladies nostrils, penetrating through the scent of animal waste. Rather… lazily, it began to move toward them with its thick wooden weapon. The rest at her suddenly, it widened its eyes and cast his wooden weapon overhead, and sent the mammoth sized trunk spiraling through the air, a shrapnel of wood split off as it collided against the wall. The trunk was blasting through the air toward Tazia, the hulking mass of wood enough to break a cows back.
    ===
    As its horrid mass of muscle and chain pinned Tam Lin to the ground, the Swine Chopper brought up it’s right and left arms up above his head, balling both of its hands into a fist, bones cracking and muscles tensing as he did so. Quite powerfully, it attempted to bring down its momentum down on Tam Lin’s head. As it did so, it bulged out its abdomen in order to pull back and gather enough momentum to truly punish Tam Lin, exposing the thin veil of flesh so tenuously close to being slit open… and spilling out the more delicate parts of the body.
    ===
    Sensing a shiver of willpower, but mostly insanity-fueled spite, Taklir swayed its abnormal skull toward the unharmed Swine Drummer that stood lazily in the pig-waste molecule filled air. He stood silently for a brief moment, merely taking in the sight of such gore that had been spilled out across the bumpy floor of waste. Thin strings of saliva draped down from its maw, hinting a malicious hunger that could neither be sated or stopped. A soft giggle escaped his throat, whistling and screeching quietly as it escaped its lipless maw. Those black, dead eyes of his that constantly brought about terror and madness among those that happened upon them, bored into the Swine Drummer with horrific desire.

    Without wasting anytime whatsoever, Taklir strode with a spring in his claw-foot, his back arched like a hunchback and his claws held in front of him as if he were about to sneak up on someone. He flexed his fingers, the sharp, blackened nails glinting in the ever-dying torch light that shone through the room.

    “WAIT! YOU’VE GOT SOMETHING… ON YOUR FACE!”
    Taklir screeched in a childish manner, his devious grin widening as he brought about his left claw, pivoting his body to the left as he swung at the swine drummers face.

    The claws sliced through the rough flesh of the swine drummer with ease, parting like wet paper. The wounds were deep and troubling, which the swine drummer took notice of, and promptly fell backward a couple steps. It dropped its right drumstick, clattering on the moist stone floor, splitting in two as a result. It squeaked and bawled in both pain and anger in equal quantity. The wound was vicious, and bit down to the bone, ripping away most of its face to reveal pink muscle across the right side of its face. Adrenaline and such stopped it from writhing on the floor in agony, which Taklir would’ve enjoyed quite much.

    Giggling manically at the result, Taklir had to hold his chest with his claws, his chest heaving and his laughter becoming breathless,
    “HAHAHA! OH… OH PLEASE, IT TICKLES!”
    Taklir boomed in laughter, and if it were even possible for him, he would’ve gone red in the face from dying of laughter. Eventually, his laughter was reduced into gasps of air, soft giggles that resembled dying rasp could be heard faintly. He turned back toward where Natalia was, ignoring the brute,”NEEHEHEE..! NOW THAT’S HOW YOU GET THE JOB DONE! OH… OH WHAT’S YOUR NAME AGAIN? NATE? JOSH?”
    Taklir pondered, extending a bloodied finger toward Natalia and waving it her,

    “…OH! ELIZAB… NO… AH! NATALIA! YES YES, WILL YOU HELP OUT DEAR OLD’ ME AND… OH I DON’T KNOW… SHOOT BETTER NEXT TIME? HEHE…”
    Taklir mocked teasingly, but with good nature at heart. It was clear that he was thoroughly enjoying this opera of blood and violence.
    [-8 STRESS FOR VERDUN/TAKLIR]
    ===
    SWINE CHOPPER#1 [HURT – CUT ACROSS FACE, SHOT THROUGH NECK]
    SWINE CHOPPER#2 [HURT – CUT ACROSS CHEST, CUT ACROSS ABDOMEN, CUT ACROSS FACE.
    SWINE SLASHER CORPSE [DEAD]
    SWINE DRUMMER#1 [CUT ACROSS FACE – FATAL,]
    SWINE DRUMMER#2 [DEAD]
    SWINE BRUTE [HEALTHY]
    ===

    VanityPirate - "Banished to the elephant graveyard"

    Blood trail killer - "It's like a thumbs up but with Parkinson's tho."

    #228539
    Speaker of Truths
    Speaker of Truths
    Participant

    A mighty crack emits from the far side of the combat, where the smaller Swine Chopper wrestles with the scholar wearing the likeness of an unholy beast. Or, in truth, is it this ungodly creature that merely wears an innocent’s skin? The difference is impossible to tell in the pitched, screaming fever of battle, although the scream that erupts from the maw of the monster upon the devastating strike of the Swineman is all too human. The trifold voice is dominated by the child, and its keen brings to mind an infant denied a toy. (Swineman Crit, 9 damage)

    The monster flails out with its right arm, still twisted about with a wild-flying chain, knocking away further blows. Beneath the defensive flurry, fresh ichor pours from exposed bone, the clenched fists having torn open the side of the demon’s distended face and dislocated the jaw. The impossible grinding rows of carnivorous fangs grind gratingly against one another, a cacophonous undertone to the infantile screaming. In its throes of agony, it only widens the wound without thought.

    ***

    Tam Lin awakes with a start. There is screaming, drumming, sinister squealing, all of which is temporarily undercut by the report of a massive firearm blast. Everything hurts. His jaw is sore. His fingernails feel like they are on fire. His muscles burn, especially his left shoulder.

    As his vision slowly spins back into focus, he blinks several times, attempting to clear the fog from his vision and thoughts. The cascading noise certainly does not help, but he is eventually able to sit up and take stock of his surroundings.

    When he does, he can’t breath. His heartbeat pounds in his ears like the rumble of war-drums. The hellish glow from the runes above the stone where the skin of a flayed man/beast/thing lies reflect off his eyes. He throws his gaze wildly, from the carnage covered floor, to the nonsensical scrawling on the stone walls, to the intricate bone chimes hanging from the ceiling. At last, though he instinctively knows what he will see, he turns, dread written upon his face, to see the thick iron bars that bind him withing the mouth of the cave.

    “No no no no no no,” He mutters, gaze darting like that of a caged animal. For that is what he is. Nothing more than a rat in a cage. The symbols mean nothing. He feels like trying to talk to the voice again, but knows that Gruff will not answer. Did he merely imagine the brute could speak? Was it merely wishful thinking? Or perhaps he convinced himself that the thing was sentient, so as to justify handing over control. Lies. All lies!

    He runs forward, slamming bodily into the bars of his prison, and screams into the mental hellscape.

    ***

    The infantile scream of pain and loss changes key into a bellowing roar of primal fury as the creature called Gruff resets its jaw by sheer force of will with another sickening crack of bone on bone. The scrabbling claws cease their flailing, retract, and surge forward with deadly purpose. Still underneath the Beastman, both hoof-clawed appendages hook themselves in the exposed wound, spreading layers of fat and gristle to reveal the weakness beneath. Gruff rears his crowned head back, then jerks forward, opening the horrific maw impossibly wide. From the darkness bolts the bone needle, coated in both venom and the beast’s own blood, ripping forth on the end of that impossibly long whip of a tongue. The vicious spike darts out into the breach, slicing, reaping, questing for the delicacies hidden behind the Chopper’s exposed ribcage.

    (Rage on Swine Chopper, still buffed from Transform)

    (Stress: +Transform, +Drums, -Gun Crit, +Got Crit, -Steady. We’ll call it a net +13)


    Character Name: Tam Lin
    Stress: 35/100
    Health: 11/26
    Speed: 7
    Loot: Nill

    This statement = lie

    Spoiler

    Tam Lin
    Health: 26/26
    Stress: 0/100
    Gold: 0
    Daveed Emanuel Garrett
    Health: 27/27
    Stress: 0/100
    Gold: 0
    Rachael Sera
    HP: 21/21
    Stress: 0/100
    Gold: 0

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