StormLord

Atton purges his ills as he stands and shouts to inspire Perlita, and himself a little. Perlita is so inspired her clothes all dry out. Perlita showers her allies in healing energy quickly mending their wounds, healing Atton and his halftrack 12 and herself 22. The Dolphin inhales sharply and draws in power, slowly causing a dark cloud to coalesce and gain form. After a moment it moves to rest over Atton and with a miniature crack of thunder lets out a torrential downpour. Atton would be soaked if he wasn’t already. Atton’s Halftrack crew takes 13 damage. Lyra swiftly pulled out of her dodge and right into another attack, like some kind of deadly dance. Her wrench connects for 22 damage with a plushie *pufft* tearing fabric and causing some stuffing to hang out, the Dolphin pulls back as if it was a deep bloody wound. 6D crashes onto the battlefield shields up and ready to fight. She applies a cocktail of buff to herself and debuffs to the Dolphin. Her support pod deals 4 damage. The Dolphin lets out an ear-piercing scream and gains a red glow to its eyes. A huge volume of water rushes through the battlefield swiftly impacting Atton for 23 damage and 6D for 13, while Lyra pulls out narrowly with a dodge. 6D is Soaked, the Dolphin is Exposed. [15, 20] Atton again is swept off his feet, after having just recovered from the last wave. Mira’s attack slams into the Dolphin, catching it relatively off guard and dealing 38 damage as she leaves a long tear in the “skin” of the Dolphin. As Atton sits on a piece of damp pavement he feels a soft static charge in the air before a flash of light and roll of thunder as a bolt of electricity arcs from the cloud drenching him into his body. He takes 28 damage. Init: Status:

"I am Freidhold, and this is Nessa." He gestured towards the Little Sister as he spoke. Freidhold sighed at the first man's complaints, they were probably well founded and honestly he wasn't exactly free of trouble himself. But he did turn to answer the second man's question. "Would you believe I am the closest next-of-kin?"

Moving along, the party spends some time wandering down a carved out pathway under the glacier before finally seeing sunlight again. A cavernous room with a large crack in the glacier far above allowing light in. Hewn stone pillars and arches fitted with modern scaffolds litter the walkway leading up to the cavern. Central to the cavern is a large collapsed structure and a plethora of various modern boxes and torn tents. From the looks of things there was once some kind of excavation or archaeological dig here that was abandoned in a hurry. A round indent in the floor and a pedestal dais rests in the center of the collapsed building while strange and alien faces are carved all along the bricks and aches here. The wind blows, howling through the cracks above, signalling a storm approaching.

Harold winced as Jack took the nasty hit, and then was reassured in the fact that his allies were also better at taking damage without dying than he was. So he kept up the support. Harold heals the lowest HP ally for 1d4+[Ess](8)+[Int/4](2) HP.

Spicy HG didn't have much to add, it wasn't exactly a normal occurrence, but "natural" pocket dimensions weren't unheard of in her world. Though, those were usually holes into the edges of the world with narrow pathways over an abyss of infinite magical destruction. Spicy HG shrugged and carried along.

Five barrels of gunpowder and a heap of fuse is offloaded and packed under the snow at the entrance to the dragon's lair. Just in time for distant roars to echo up the mountainside, signaling that the beast was approaching. Sucrose finds herself on an organic ship, surrounded by a crew of organic creatures.

As Vitor pulls himself out of the pit the group hears a muffled thud from behind them and look to see several small rocks roll down the pile of rubble in the collapsed doorway. Another thud, this time a bit louder, and more rubble shifts. Something is pounding on the other side, trying to break through.

(1, 19) (47) In order to create a thin enough piece to actually gain purchase on the seam the tool becomes too thin to support the strain of prying and folds. Easy enough to reform though.

(70) Law rummages around and finds a few pieces of iron, a fairly large number of gold ingots or metal scraps, a steel anvil and hammer, and a piece of orange metal scrap that seems fairly magical. The box seems to be sealed, though Law can see and obvious seam where it opens and part of the hinges, neither he nor Tim can make it remotely budge with hand prying.

(65) Law steps into some kind of armory or workspace. A large round stone structure that was likely once a forge sits in the far corner cracked with signs of cooled magma having spilled out. Several racks and shelves that once lined the walls now litter the floor. The whole place looks like it's been trashed several times over many years. A few assorted smithing tools are strewn across the floor near the forge and a single buried stone box rests in the corner.

Law uses the Peacemaker with Tim's help to blast down some Glowstone and fly over to gather it. (23) A large pile of crystals come crashing down onto the cliff top above Tim and Law, as it lands a loud squeal can be heard followed by a rush of footsteps away. And then in response to the boom of the gun a loud moan rings out over the lava ocean. "We might want to get into the fortress quickly. That's a Ghast and I really don't feel like fighting it." (+5 Glowstone Crystals, +12 Glowstone Dust) The crystals are easy enough for Law to collect as Tim lowers the cobalt mesh rope. Stepping down onto the bridge the pathway leads back into the cliff face and under ground. Inside about a hundred feet there is a large squarish room with vaulted ceilings and several small pools of lava acting as a sort of lighting. Three more doorways lead out of this room, one straight ahead leads on a fair ways and then loses sight to a staircase leading downward. To the right and left are double doors, one of which on the left is propped open revealing a small rectangle room beyond.

[28] Carl nods and begins making his way below deck, during this time someones comes up to Jack with a report of there being approximately 70% powder and shot reserves left, with an average combat engagement consuming about 10-20%. They want to know how much powder to offload. As Sucrose makes her way out of the cave the heat radiating from the nest quickly shifts into cold icy winds whipping down into the cavern. She reaches the cave mouth and sees a mountain top covered in a couple feet of snow in a large relatively flat clearing around the mouth of the cave. Two particularly large and pointy piles of snow stick out among the white backdrop, along with of course the Flying Ship floating a few dozen feet above the ground and off the mountainside.

Location: Dragon's Hoard Sucrose awoke, shaken by the stark cold fingers of oblivion and yet...she wasn't shattered, not even fractured. In fact she was somewhere, somewhere really hot. Bringing the rest of herself into being she looks around to find herself standing on a small sea of rubies and amethyst and emeralds, all entirely mundane. Under the deep crust of gemstones is a mound of gold, some in bars, some in coins, but all everywhere. Resting at key points in the pile are a sword glowing with some kind of energy and a staff of similar bent and in the middle a huge egg almost as tall as Sucrose herself pulsing with life. Beyond this glittering hoard she see she's in a cavern of some kind with several pools of bubbling liquid rock towards the outer edges of the hoard. Vicious bone sculptures and other signs of a huge predator line the walls of the caverns. She can feel a dreadful presence looms over her, the owner of this place will return.

[15] The first barrel was completely empty, just sitting upside down and appearing full. Vepr-12 tears open the second and some kind of liquid that smells like petroleum based fuel starts pouring onto the ground. The third barrel however, as Vepr-12 strikes it a spray of pressurized purple ooze hits her right in the face burning and tingling and soaking into her clothes and synthetic skin. Harmony finds herself in a stinking shack, light seeping in through the holes in a filthy rag of a curtain being used as a door. Thinking back on how she got here, she had come across a man in green armor who shouted at her about his complete capabilities and offered to show her a history more interesting than anything she'd ever seen. A deal she took. That lead her here, wherever here was. The air wafting in was almost as cold as the air inside stunk, and the smell of fresh death and cooking flesh lingered on this cold air.

With a soft hiss Harold seals his helmet onto his head while stepping out of the sewer. As the Executioner started speaking he turned to grab the Dove and pull both of them behind cover, his new allies had already proven themselves more adept at taking and dishing damage. After hitting the backside of some cover he glanced around and took a look for whoever seem the closest to bleeding to death. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers summoning up a pulse of green light and the image of a leaves around his target. Harold heals the lowest HP ally for 1d4+[Ess](8)+[Int/4](2) HP.

"It isn't too hostile as along as you mind the lava and don't piss off the locals." Approaching the edge of the ledge Law sees a structure built over the ocean, a long bridge made of dark bricks that leads from lower in the cliff towards the ocean. Thirty or forty feet out a broken segment shows where the bridge has collapsed into the lava below. "I'd like to get into that fortress, we could either try to descend from here or walk over land that way." He points over the cliff to the structures pointing up a fair distance away. "What do you think?"

Those stepping through the glowing purple portal are greeted with a veritable wall of heat and the stench of sulfurous fumes. An obsidian frame identical to the one on the other side rests upright against a cliff face of pink and red stone. A ledge extends about thirty feet out from the cliff face before dropping down several hundred to a massive ocean of lava as far as the eye can see. Above there a cave ceiling made of the same pink and red stone with the occasional mass of tenuous glowing golden crystals growing downwards. The ledge to the left narrows slowly before wrapping around the corner of the cliff out of sight. To the right it takes an upward slope that leads to the plateau above the portal. Beyond the hill structures made of black brick can be seen. Heavy breathing and gargling snorts can be heard nearby. Tim can be seen near the portal looking out over the ledge and ocean of lava.

Roll: 15, 1 Blitz: 31, 88 The first string resists the effects of this plane quite well, being made of mana so thoroughly saturated with Leo's being it hardly reacts. The second string drifts as Leo holds it up, stretching somewhat beyond what he might have expected but never terribly far. The third string remains for a moment before strange things start to happen, it changes at first into a ribbon, and then braided cord, one end stretches out snapping to a location several feet away before flickering back, the whole piece becomes invisible at one point. The strange events continue until the mana erodes itself away. The fourth acts similar to the second, which is to be expected, save that it instead seems to develop and repeating pattern to its own odd twitches. Never the less the long each of the strings stews in the local ambience the less stable they become, eventually acting similar to the third string before breaking down totally.

As Mira makes her way back to where the party was she hears the renewed sound of gunfire and combat. It seems some of her allies are picking a fight with the local wildlife. Lyra aims, lines up her shot, and pulls the trigger. The gun in her hands buzzes and almost instantly fires a burst of rays towards the Plaid Dolphin, each of the rays transforms in the air turning into an object before slamming into their target. One becomes a whole live chicken and squawks and runs off as soon as it lands, seemingly unharmed, another becomes a common red brick, and the third turns into an oversized fork that sticks into the Dolphin. [2] Lyra’s bizarre barrage deals 16 damage(3d6+[Int]) to the Dolphin. The Plaid Dolphin lets out a sort of cry/shriek and charges forward towards Lyra, fully knocking open the hole in the fence it was working on. Music: Atton’s crew opens fire on the creature peppering it for a grand 17 damage. The dolphin cries again and then coughs up a spray of greenish liquid onto the half-track and Lyra that burns the eyes and skin, the half-track takes 14 damage, becoming poisoned and Soaked, while Lyra's Adrenaline Dodging kicks in and allows her to avoid the attack. Perlita’s blast of magic deals a calm 12 damage to the Dolphin. The Dolphin motions and a semi-formed wave of water appears from seemingly nowhere and slams into Atton, The Half-track, and Perlita. They take 23, 22, and 22 damage respectively. [13, 18, 16] The force of the waves knock Atton off his feet, the Half-track and Perlita stay upright though. (Atton's actions suffer reduced effectiveness, the Half-track's don't) Init: Status:

Zoe peppers the midget with bullets, drawing multiple large red patches on its torso. With a loud brrrrrt of gunfire Hirata gibs the Marauder, sending bits and pieces flying off down the cave. The midget slams its axe into Vepr-12, leaving itself wide open to a blast of shotgun fire that tears a hole in its shoulder. Another blast of lightning from Zoe and a few more shotgun blasts from Vepr-12 clean up what remains of the psychos. As the sound of battle lapses and the bloodrush subsides the bandit camp is open to plunder. A small fire, several ramshackle scrap metal hovels, and an odd plethora of barrels litter the area. Beyond the camp the cave yawns open with a slick snowy gravel path, a number of large strange stone blocks can be seen partially or totally covered by the permafrost.

Cell turns around and begins to try and use a series of complex miming and charades to explain the mechanism system to Edmond, he gets about halfway through when he sees Cicivexa just pulling one of the masks off and just throws his hands up and wanders back to stand by the doorway.

Harold heals himself for 1d4+8 (Placeholder)

Sha'Tith exits the Macy's and quickly pushes through the crowd and into the "arena" of the fight to hear Aquila's piece. "You will not spill this creature's innards!" Sha'tith draws his ukulele, crackling with electricity, and leaps forward onto the stage. "If I spill them first!" He passes an expression of widely barred teeth over Aquila and then leering towards the Necromaster, a grin of sorts. Probably. Should the Necromaster not be incapacitated Sha'tith uses Bully to taunt him. As a bonus action he then uses Flame Breath dealing 2d6+3 fire(cannot be dodged)+1d4 bleed damage. Ukulele strikes dealing 1d6 electric damage 4 times. Barbed Wire deals 1 pure damage. TL;DR Necromaster is taunted and takes 2d6+3 fire damage, 1d4 bleeding damage, 1d6x4 electric damage, and 1 pure damage.

Friedhold paused for some time considering his options while examining the three figures, eventually though he came to a conclusion. "Perhaps we can help each other." Friedhold follows them.

This functions will little complication, certainly nothing Satomi couldn't deal with in short order. Before long Vitor is on the same floor as she. A pale blue glassy portal not unlike the one Satomi and Vitor just passed through opens in the corner of the room, on the other side sees a modern setting with a visible asphalt road and concrete building in the background. At least until a figure falls through the the portal closes behind them.