DragonRage

"Plan is experiencing setback? This is not news. Plan always go wrong," Nikolai asserts in his thick, slightly inconsistent accent. He's been ignoring the wine so far, in favor of stuffing himself with bar food and casting small, metal balls in the fireplace. "What must we do to make plan go right?"

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Sister Rachel takes a moment to survey the battlefield, and notices much to her dismay that the only person who seems in need of immediate medical attention is Proditor. By an absolute mile. Grumbling to herself, she uses her jump pack to travel to the square occupied by the alien psyker. If anybody else needs help soon, she'll be in the right place to see them, and if not... Well, it'd be a shame to let the xenos scum die before they'd gotten full use out of him.

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Lakia doesn't use the mask, but does take it. She'll put it on if she starts feeling short of breath. Then, she follows Yoko.

Freya walks up to the walls of the fortress, which start bustling with activity as a multitude of pointy things are pointed at her. But then a loud voice shouts out at them. "Put those away, you meatheads! If you fire those at her you're dead meat! I've never seen an evil aura half as dense as hers! Only Hextor himself wields darker magics!" A huge guy in pitch black full plate covered in spikes with a longsword at his hip leaps from the ramparts to land in front of Freya, and shuffles his feet nervously. "Erm, what brings you to our fine fortress, your dark... shadow... worshipfulness? Please don't turn me into something viscous."

Mitsu chops the Dracolich's tail off through its DR/Blunt with a pair of 23 damage hits. 100% MAXIMUM NO-CHILL! Halley enters a defensive state and recovers from a lot of stuff. The Dracolich blasts frosty death over the entire party, dealing 19 damage. Then it flaps its wings rapidly, blasting Navin and Mitsu with wind. Hikari cures Mitsu of all that ails her! Including wind, somehow. Navin attempts to pull an arm off of a giant undead dragon! (28 v 20 success!) He muscles past the wind, grabs the arm, and blasts it clean off, dealing 24 damage! Walmond administers some much needed healing to Mitsu, Navin, Halley, and Grant, for 20 HP apiece. Along with Hikari and Navin, this has erased almost all of the Dracolich's turn. It looks somewhat sad. Lambda taunts the dracolich while boosting her defenses! Lolomon attempts to afflict the dracolich with narrative causality! But his will is weak, his dice karma is awful, and it still doesn't work. Grant finally manages to contribute to the battle, as much to everyone's surprise, yet especially his own, he actually manages to hit Tiamat, dealing 14 damage. Status Initiative

"Oh for- Get behind my shield, you suicidal diva!" Alexandria shouts at Venus, "I am not just standing here for my own benefit! Hey, creature! Quit masticating him! Whatever he's on cannot be healthy." Alexandria uses Vicious Taunting on Greater Lahmu A, forcing it to attack her for the next 3 rounds, or until somebody else gets verbally owned.

After some consideration, Lexiel makes her choice. The symbol of Overwatch, overlaid by a Boros sigil, briefly shines over the battlefield as all three of Lexiel's summons vanish from the field of battle. And in their place, Oda Nobunaga descends from the heavens. "Wahahahahaha! Once I arrived, our victory became inevitable!" (Nobu has summoning sickness and only damaging actions, so she cannot act this turn).

"Use this mask," Lakia suggests to Yoko, indicating the breath masks. "It will not stop the poison you have already inhaled, but it should protect you from others. I recognize the mechanism. A bit. It will definitely probably filter the air for you." Lakia attempts to Delay the Poison affecting Yoko.

Lexiel decides to keep healing, and summons a second Soul Warden! This procs both Soul Wardens' AOE heal, restoring a bit of HP to every ally, including the wall protecting Jade and both Soul Wardens, assuming they're still alive by then.

Alexandria focuses on defense, using her empowered Basic Block again!

"Really? That is disappointing," Lakia removes her disguise with a sigh, but keeps the mop and bucket. You never know when you might need a bucket or a poking stick. "Oh, well, there's more than one way to skin a skeever. I suppose I'll have to fall back on Old Reliable and shoot people full of pointy sticks if they attack us. "I must apologize, but I have not found any appropriate ingredients for a potion to treat poisonings yet. In the mean-time, please let me know if you see any herbs, strange bottles, or other things that I might be able to grind up and mix in a solution. You never know where something useful might hide. Additionally, I would suggest minimizing exertion when you can. The more rapidly your heart beats, the more swiftly the poison will spread. I did not think to mention it earlier, because you were restricting yourself to walking, but if there are hostile individuals here, you must know this. Restraining yourself will not usually cure you completely, but it will give you more time to receive treatment or for your body to fight off the poison. In that vein, should we enter a fight again it is imperative that you not take any hits to your liver. The liver is the organ that fights poison in humans, and though it is resilient it is likely already quite strained keeping you alive."

Having finished with the closet, Lakia uses her newly acquired possessions to disguise herself as a janitor and heads down the right corridor.

Lakia uses her action Taste Test on each of the cleaning chemicals to determine their first alchemical property. She loots the cleaning chemicals from the closet, and anything else that looks useful in there.

"Hm. Perhaps this way?" Lakia approaches the (relatively) promising door she found labelled 'maintenance'. She's not sure what they're maintaining, but it could be a way out. Servants always have special ways to get around, after all. She tries the knob, and if it's locked attempts to pick said lock. She gets a 10% bonus to this from one of her passives.

"And that is why we don't use complex solutions and magic powers for simple problems," Lakia brushes any lingering rubble off her clothes primly, "Unless you like swimming in sewers. There's got to be a way out of here for people who haven't been spinning cheese wheels..." Lakia looks for a door, or other way out of the poison and sewer gas-filled room. One that actual people would use.

"I cannot be certain without identifying the airborne chemicals," Lakia hedges, "But I think it is likely that it would. If it does not, we could go to the low ground ourselves and escape the poison that way."

"I am Lakia, a travelling alchemist. I do not know how I came to be here, but... The air is bad," She grimaces, "It isn't affecting me much yet, but I have heard of this. It happens sometimes in tombs or mines that dug too deep. The place fills with a miasma that seems like air but is not. We need to move on quickly or we will suffocate. Ideally find higher ground; most harmful gasses are heavier than air and will sink below it. I seem to have been brought here without most of my supplies and potion ingredients, but I have some experience with poisons. I may be able to help you when we reach a safe place."

"A good fight to get the blood pumping would be fun. Don't get to practice fighting people with polearms often," Izumi considers, "But there's monsters about tonight. Maybe once the sun rises, but for now I'm more interested in hunting down some critters before they hunt down someone who can't fight back. Have you seen sign of any? It's usually pretty obvious when one of these things is active, but I've been coming up dry so far."

Well, this guy didn't seem to be a void creature. However, that didn't mean he wasn't a monster. Between that axe and... were those human skulls? They had to be plastic or something like that. Probably. Hopefully. Better ask, because an enormous serial killer would just be the perfect start to this night. Revving her bike's engine mostly for the hell of it, Izumi pulls up alongside the huge man. "Hey there! I don't suppose those skulls are fake, are they?" She calls up to him, "Because beating down an enormous serial killer taking advantage of the chaos tonight and sitting on him until morning comes and I can hand him off to the police is really not how I was hoping to spend my night."

Seeing that one side has triumphed with relative ease, Lakia decides to walk out into the open as if she just got here (she gets a 10% bonus to checks to con people if Yoko or Deadlift care enough to be suspicious). "Well, that was... bracing. Glad to see the, eh, right side won? You know, the air in here smells kinda funky. Maybe not the best idea to linger."

Izumi rides throughout the district on her motorcycle, looking for trouble.

Feeling disoriented and confused, Lakia uses her Hide action to conceal herself from people dumber than she is. Then she creeps closer to the sounds of combat, hoping to get an idea of what's going on without being spotted.

Mitsu decides to sword a dragon! She deals 42 damage as her sword skates across the enormous undead's bones. A deep scratch now runs across the Dracolich's body, but the damage seems too spread out to hamper it much... Navin slaps a dragon! His explosive blast seems more effective than Mitsu's sword was despite being a weaker blow, dealing 14 damage but causing small cracks to spread along some of the creature's bones. He feels some resistance as the creature's dark, magical aura saps at his powers, but its fell sorcery is unable to completely halt his attack. The damage is too spread out to hamper it much, though... Halley also decides to sword a dragon! However, her blade is backed by a lot less muscle than Mitsu's is, and a piddly 5 damage gets through as the blade utterly fails to penetrate any of the dragon's bones... Solomon attempts to apply Narrative Causality upon the Dracolich, but it feels strangely hard to cast his spell upon it! He pushes as hard as he can, but the Dracolich's black magic overwhelms his efforts. The tokens spent are refunded, and Narrative Causality does not go on cooldown. Grant fires his Roulette Pistol at Gilgamesh. Gilgamesh laughs at him. Walmond tazes the Dracolich! Electricity plays over its body. Then, Walmond remembers his basic biology, and realizes that without any nerves or muscles for his taser to act on, such a low powered electric attack is unlikely to do much... Lambda charges up her next attack, boosting its damage output by 6! Hikari uses Rakukaja on Halley, applying Session and granting DR 7/- for 2 rounds! Somewhere in space, Zoe Walker snaps her fingers, time warps briefly, and Session is retconned into affecting Mitsu and Walmond as well. The Dracolich cackles, clattering its jawbones together, and then makes several arcane gestures with its forelimbs. It then abruptly starts moving at twice the speed it did before, bony limbs lashing out in all directions! It smacks Halley with both its wings, dealing 13 damage, and inflicting two stacks of Chill Touch! It smacks Navin and Mitsu each with one of its claws, dealing 12 damage to the superhero and 9 damage to the goddess! Both are afflicted with a stack of Chill Touch! Then it bites at Mitsu and swings its tail at Navin! Mitsu gets chomped for 17 damage, but Navin, forwarned by its previous attack, ducks out of the way! Mitsu recieves another stack of Chill Touch! State-based effects tick down... A final attack splashed against Caster's throne, and the ancient Sumerian hero-king finally stood up, expression gone from vague boredom to a twisted rictus of rage. "ENOUGH!" His voice rang out sharply though the battlefield, and a tremor accompanied it. "You mongrels have sullied my si̛g͞ht for f̶a̴r t̴o̡o ̷ļon͝g̸!̵" The tremors intensified, and something disturbing started to become clear. The earth beneath the heroes was quite still. It was a tremor in the air, perhaps even the very fabric of reality. "Įt ̴i̛s̷ tim̵e ̛f҉or͜ y͝ou̧ t̸̀o͏ ̶͝l̴e͢a̛rn ͢y̵͜͞ou̵͝r̸̡͡ ̢́͞pl͏͏a͠c̵̨͞ę̵́!̴̛" The man's voice was becoming more and more distorted, unnatural, but with a strange singsong note behind it. Something started to leak from the space beneath the golden throne, a sort of unholy mud that seemed to twist one's eyes from simply viewing it, something indescribably foul and alien. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gv6Y0z8-m78 Gilgamesh shouted one last time, but what he said couldn't be heard over what sounded like a woman singing. The shaking of space intensified, and Gilgamesh seemed to fold in on himself before. . . something else took his place. His form twisted first into what seemed to be a woman's, with red eyes and pale blue hair, before twisting further and further into truly monstrous proportions. Arms lengthened turned an ugly mixture of red and black, not unlike the corrupted forms of the other Servants. The legs flowed outward, becoming less limbs and more one continuous structure as "Gilgamesh" bent to stand on all fours. The torso of the creature seemed almost human, if now scaled up to gigantic size, but the head looked more like something a dragon might see in its nightmares, with a maw running partway down the neck full of razor-sharp teeth and flesh replaced with armored plates and scales. Two massive horns sprouted from the head, curling backward over the beast. Tiamat had come. Status: Initiative: