EC Session 2.13

Midday, Boltember 1 Gaiaday.
You wake to your ride's voice.
Trombe: "Transit complete."
Pak blinks.
Pak yawnstretches and peeks out.
Hector sits up. //"Ah. Great."
Indeed, the transit is complete. It turns out the capital was in the center of the continent.
Judging by the trail of destruction behind you, the robotic chocobo entered the city and made a beeline for the destination - without consideration for the buildings that were in its way.
Hector pats Trombe on its neck. "Good Trombe."
ORN: "This Unit thanks Trombe unit"
You see no bodies, though. All is quiet.
ORN: "… … This unit expected… blobs."
ORN looks a little dissapointed
Sakha looks a little pale and grinds her teeth in irritation. Whatever's been bugging her the last couple days seems to be getting worse. She glares at everyone who even opens their mouth to mention it.
[OOC] ORN: ^^:;
[OOC] Sakha: No, it's not that… Unless WC decides that can correspond with the other thing XD
Pak can literally feel Sakha's irritation and scoots away from her.
Pak: "…Well, let's just hope we didn't stomp through the camp."
Pak: "Where are those researchers anyway?"
Pak looks around… then slaps his forehead and uses Sight, looking for tents.
[OOC] WC GM: If you mean what I think you mean, sure they can correspond. ;)
[OOC] Pak: We were restored to full HP/MP, right?)_)
[OOC] WC GM: Right
The only tents Pak can see are…back beyond the eastern edge of the city.
[OOC] Hector: um ew
Pak points. "We need to go that way. Please try not to step on anything or anyone, Trombe."
Pak points easterly.
ORN: "… ^^;"
Trombe: "Acknowledged."
The chocobo begins heading on out.
Hector scratches his nose and wonders what kind of armaments would go best on Trombe.
The Viera captain is still snoozing.
Pak attempts to hand Sakha some food?
ORN would likely suggest a large battery of carrot-launchers
[OOC] Sakha: What kind of food?
[OOC] Pak: Veggies
[OOC] Pak: We don't have any meat. n.n;
[OOC] Pak: Not unless we picked some up on the boat.
You soon enough reach the edge of the city. The fields and tents are much as you left them, except in great disarray. What few Viera are left wander around listlessly, some arguing with each other, some just sitting around looking too tired to argue.
[OOC] Hector: Hector is more than just a sexy hunk of man-meat.
ORN: "This Unit would request Trombe Unit's specifications."
Trombe keeps on going.
Hector: "Whoa. Stop!"
Pak: "Trombe stop!"
Sakha hisses and turns away.
ORN: "Hm?"
Trombe: "Specify specifications desired."
The chocobo stops.
Pak: "…"
Pak blinks at Sakha.
ORN: "Armor equivalence, Elemental and combat capabilities."
Pak yells down from the chocobo to the Viera nearby. "What happeeeened?"
ORN: "This Unit recently came across various systems which could be of effective use for Trombe Unit."
Viera: "They got Sess!"
ORN pauses and looks over
ORN: "?"
Hector: "They who?"
Trombe: "Zero combat capabilities. Armor and elemental capabilities sufficient for transport across varied, potentially hostile terrains."
Viera: "Those…things!"
Pak: "Crap!"
Pak: "The blobs?"
Pak: "Where'd they go?"
Pak suddenly blinks.
Viera: "They used to be blobs. Then they…rotted. That's how they got past us - we weren't looking for other types."
ORN: "Use upcoming combats to assess offensive potential. This Unit will aid in such functions."
ORN looks over to Viera
ORN: "Please indicate directions"
Pak looks at Sakha… "…!! Sis?! Have you been holding that Milf energy inside you this whole TIME?"
Hector: "…do what?"
Viera: "We were able to fight them off, but now…"
ORN: "?"
ORN: "Time may be limited. Please indicate their direction or destination."
[OOC] Hector: I'm imagining Orn getting one of those question-mark bubble-emotes like in a Tales game and it's making me XD
[OOC] ORN: probably
Viera: "I don't know. They went into the city, but after that…"
ORN: "hm… … … When you say rotted…"
ORN: "Are they similar to large green or black fungi?"
Viera: "Yes. Did you run into them too?"
ORN nods
Hector: "We did."
ORN: "Elimination requires various means. Several have shown resistance to physical or magical attack."
Hector: "And one of 'em splits up when ya kill it with a regular hit."
ORN: "While toxic, This Unit has not observed absorbtion as seen on regular blobs."
Viera: "The nature of Milf is life. The nature of life is change. They've probably moved on to yet another form by now."
Sakha ignores Pak.
Pak: "…"
Pak frowns.
Hector: "They're evolving? And they're going to keep evolving?"
ORN: "Will this result in oversized plants as opposed to an oversized blob upon their final combination sequence?"
Pak: "Yeah… ._. What can we do?"
[OOC] WC GM: Awareness, all.
Hector: "Dammit. We have to get rid of them and fix Milf before they evolve into something even beyond our ability to handle."
Hector rolled 1d100 and got 6 ( Total: 6 ) **
ORN rolled 1d100 and got 64 ( Total: 64 )
[OOC] Hector: Critpass.
Pak rolled 1d100 and got 75 for a total of 75
[OOC] ORN: passed by 8 ^^;
[OOC] Pak: Pass by 5.
[OOC] WC GM: Cass? Ahiru? Sakha?
Cassie Dopple rolled 1d100 and got 70 ( Total: 70 )
[OOC] Cassie Dopple: fail
Sakha rolled 1d100 and got 12 ( Total: 12 )
Ahiru rolled 1d100 and got 82 ( Total: 82 )
ORN and Pak hear…something familiar…in the distance.
ORN: "Incoming."
[OOC] Hector: …what the? I passed, too!
[OOC] Cassie Dopple: hector critpassed
[OOC] WC GM: Yeah. PMing results for him.
[OOC] Sakha: Ipassed too with a 12!
Hector: "…oh, shit."
[OOC] ORN: kk
Hector: "It's that SOUND. The one that was going before the cave got eaten."
[OOC] WC GM: Results PMed to Hector and Sakha.
ORN: "… . ."
Pak: "Hn?"
Pak: "Cave…? What?"
Hector: "That…*imitates sound*"
Pak: "…"
Pak blinks blankly.
[OOC] Hector: ITS A CHR. not to be confused with Char
[OOC] ORN: what, by sakha last session? or something else?
[OOC] Hector: You weren't there.
[OOC] WC GM: Hector's referring to something back in early chapter 1.
Hector: "Alright. Gather your people and start moving away from it. Shit's gonna get really heavy."
[OOC] ORN: kk
Pak: "Chr… OH…"
ORN: "It?"
Hector: "We'll get a closer look, and if it's something we can't handle, then we'll retreat."
Hector: "I don't think it can move faster than Trombe."
Sakha tenses a bit more but her bad mood makes her too self absorbed to comment.
[OOC] Pak: Oh, and Hector's talking to the Viera. n.n;
ORN: "Explain Threat?"
Viera: "My people? I only answer to me."
Viera: "Even if I wanted to, I couldn't get anyone to listen."
Hector tries to wake up the captain. "Hey, you! Get up!"
Hector pokes her in the side.
Captain: "Huh? Wha?"
Captain: "Is it time for food making already?"
Hector: "Try to rally these viera or something. There's some bad mojo comin' in and you all need to move the hell away from it."
ORN picks up the Captain, and jumps off towards the tents to have her talk to them
The captain blinks sleepily, looks out on her squabbling and tired people…and in a blink is refreshed, squirming out of ORN's grip to break up arguments in process and stand up the tired ones.
[OOC] ORN: one would think the landing would wake her up ;p
[OOC] ORN: heheh
For a few minutes, she almost seems to be everywhere, badgering and comforting and ordering, then the Viera are marching in ragged procession away from the city.
ORN: "This Unit will aid in evacuation. Hector, Please explain curent Threat."
Hector starts to talk as best he can about the shit that sounds like chr and rapes like Char.
Captain: "No, I've got them. You go help your friends."
Pak: "…wha?"
ORN nods and jumps back to Trombe
[OOC] ORN: wasn't here, no idea as a player either ;p
Pak: "I remember those fuzzy things, but… are they really bad news? n.n;"
Hector: "That's why we're going to go check it out."
Hector: "If they try to kill us, we ride Trombe in the opposite direction."
Ahiru changes into a duck.
Pak: "Kay. LEt's go then!"
Hector: "Trombe! Ride!"
*points dramatically at the direction*
Hector: "Just not too fast. We need to be able to turn and run if need be."
ORN: "These opponents sound like easy prey…"
Trombe: "Acknowledged."
It starts going back into the city.
Sakha rides Hector's shoulder like a parrot.
[OOC] Sakha: -Sakha +Ahiru
[OOC] Hector: Every man need a tsundere on his shoulder.
[OOC] Hector: well, not EVERY man.
[OOC] Sakha: :P
ORN starts sparkling happily, hoping for something he shouldn't
It does not take long before you see them. Sure enough, mows.
Fur and tail and more fur and teeth and yet more fur.
Hector squints and attempts to make a rought count estimate.
ORN slowly starts growing almost fuzzy from charging numerous tiny needle-like shards across his entire body and sparkles
Cyan and red, rather than the magenta and green of back home.
Sakha wallows in her self-absorbed bad mood.
Hector: "…I think we're going to need some carrot missiles."
ORN nods
The mows cover the horizon.
[OOC] Sakha: I see a color chart slider
ORN: "This unit will prepare for continuous generation."
Hector: "Guys, what do you say? Come back with some artillery?"
[OOC] WC GM: Me? Milk one of the FF cliches for all it's worth? Nah… ^_^;;
There are, at easy first estimate, well over nine thousand.
[OOC] ORN: hey, we all know that's based on reality. Drink a couple of gallons of bright fluorescent paints, and you'll be a lot more difficult to kill. Everyone does it!
[OOC] Sakha: No I meant Green+Magenta = opposite ends of color slider, Red+Cyan = opposite ends of color slider. Next we'll have Blue and Yellow, right?
[OOC] ORN: ah.
Pak hnns.
Pak: "Well, there's THOSE."
[OOC] WC GM: Yep. And after that…well, you'll see.
ORN: "This Unit enjoys the mention of artillery. Are foes truly required to obtain such systems, however?"
Pak: "But where's Sess and the blobs?"
Hector: "There's one of you and several thousand of them. I'd say it's only fair."
[OOC] ORN: through and beyond the mass of rumbling XP of course. er… I mean… bity things.
A rifle shot draws your attention to a familiar trio, riding about a block away from you.
Wedge: "So we meet again."
Pak: "…Eh?"
Pak: "…Wtf."
ORN: "…. This… May provide useful charging for our needed artillery…"
Hector facepalms.
Hicks: "How'd you lot survive our shadows?"
ORN stares over at the trio and would be smiling evilly if he was capable of it
Hector: "We're special, but not in the way you are."
Biggs: "Eh, they were just shadows."
Ahiru quacks exasperatedly
Pak: "What the fux."
Pak: "Where did you get SHADOWS?"
Hicks: "Yeah, but they were OUR shadows. Shouldn't they have at least slowed 'em down?"
ORN: "From light."
Pak smacks ORN.
Wedge: "From Milf, actually."
Pak 's hand hurts now. ;-;
Hector: "Why are you bothering us? We've got more important things to handle than a bunch of recurring retards."
Pak: "Also, how the heck does Milf make zombies?"
Wedge: "You mean like assassinating King?"
ORN: "King is on our side now."
Hicks: "Yeah, 'fraid there's no forgiving that one."
ORN: "This unit proved shinier. There is nothing to beg forgivness for."
Biggs: "Tut tut. Milf told us what you were up to when she rescued us."
Hector: "That bitch!"
Sakha ices Biggs out of pure irritation ((Can I roll please?))
Hicks: "Yeah. We kinda owe her one. And y'all've been messin' up her plans real good."
ORN: "However, Due to previous encounters, This Unit does not see much point in wasting time teaching further lessons. If Trio Unit wishes to combat us, Trio Unit must prove its worth versus incoming enemy mass."
[OOC] ORN: hey its worth a shot ;p
[OOC] WC GM: Sure, roll it.
Sakha rolled 1d100 and got 37 ( Total: 37 )
Wedge smiles. "Whose enemy?"
Hicks: "Yeah, we's jus' herdin' 'em."
Sakha rolled 1d8+68,125% and got 1 for a total of 86.25
ORN: "All things not Friendlies."
ORN: "This unit sees. This causes annoyance but may make things easier for This Group."
Sakha's magic reaches out to Biggs…until a Mow leaps in the way.
Hector: "Herding? Crap."
Another mow leaps on the frozen one, and another.
Before long, a crowd of 30 mows has almost melted out of the nearby buildings.
ORN gonna unleash CB right away if he can
Hicks: "Ooh, something's got 'em riled up!"
Wedge smacks Hicks. "It's the piece of Milf. They want it."
Pak: "…"
Pak: "I knew it. x.x"
Hector: "Man, it'd be nice if we had a full story on what the hell's goin' on here."
Hector: "Feel like I'm just runnin' blind, a tool for the war pigs, y'know."
Orn launches a javelin into the sky…only for another mow to launch itself into the sky and swallow the javelin.
Bits of mow rain down on everything.
Biggs: "Eww! I just took a bath!"
Hector: "Ahiru! Channel Grav's power somehow!"
Sakha: "You call what you were, clean?"
Pak pokes Sakha. x.x "You ARE still holding onto it!"
Wedge: "You think THAT'S bad? Milf just gave me this suit, but there's no dry cleaner anywhere in this land!"
Hicks gives his companions a look.
Ahiru quacks questiomingly.
Hector: "Cry me a river, dickface."
[OOC] Hector: lol wedge is a FRUUUUUUUUUUUUUIT
Hector picks up Ahiru. "Dammit, you've got Grav power in your body somewhere! Unleash the fury!"
[OOC] WC GM: Nah. But he is a city slicker.
Hicks: "C'mon, you two. They'll be busy enough with these critters. We've gotta get back to makin' that stampede. Gotta reach Gaia before-"
Pak: "Gaia?"
Wedge & Biggs: "SHUT UP!"
Ahiru gets dizzied and quacks
The trio head back to the mows on the horizon.
Hector: "Trombe! After them!"
Meanwhile, the 30 mows in front of you charge!
ORN tries to get in the way first
Trombe: "Safe movement not currently possible."
Hector: "Run OVER them, dammit!"
WC GM: //Battle order: ORN:21 Ahiru:20 Hector:20 5RedMowsA:19 Cassandra:19 5CyanMowsB:18 Pak:18 5RedMowsC:17 5RedMowsB:16 5CyanMowsA:15 5CyanMowsC:15 Sakha:15

ORN: "ON them."
ORN: "Trombe. Please observe from now on."
ORN pulls another javelin out and starts growing it
[OOC] WC GM: Ahiru!
Ahiru lets Hector move first
[OOC] WC GM: Hector!
Hector makes a fist. //"This hand of mine burns red! And so will yours!" Target Fire. Everyone gets FIRE ENHANCER.
Hector attempts to grab some gil, too.
Hector rolled 1d100 and got 8 ( Total: 8 )
[OOC] Ahiru: …
[OOC] Hector: Pass.
[OOC] WC GM: Gil Taking?
[OOC] Hector: Does a critpass work with Gil Taking?
[OOC] Hector: Steal/2 chance to succeed, so 37. And 4<37
Hector finds 1260 Gil in the streets. Must have been dropped by the previous residents.
[OOC] WC GM: And back to Ahiru!
Ahiru doesn't look imptessed, leapsup and attacks RedMowsA
[OOC] Hector: Cash!
Ahiru rolled 1d100 and got 22 ( Total: 22 )
[OOC] WC GM: hit
Ahiru rolled 2d10+50 and got 2, 5 for a total of 57
One of the mows takes a hit…and seems a lot tougher than the previous mows.
Five of the red mows crawl up Trombe, homing in on Sakha.
WC GM rolled 5d100 and got 9, 75, 18, 5, 24 ( Total: 131 )
[OOC] Pak: …crap
[OOC] Pak: 300% damage. x.x
[OOC] ORN: wha?
WC GM rolled 2d8+32,200% and got 5, 6 for a total of 86.0
[OOC] Pak: She's still unaware and that's two crits.
WC GM rolled 4#2d8+32(1) and got 3, 1 for a total of 36
WC GM rolled 4#2d8+32(2) and got 6, 5 for a total of 43
WC GM rolled 4#2d8+32(3) and got 3, 8 for a total of 43
WC GM rolled 4#2d8+32(4) and got 2, 8 for a total of 42
WC GM got a total of 207)
[OOC] Pak: Oh! They aren't critcapable!
[OOC] Pak: Yaaaay
[OOC] WC GM: Fortunately, they don't crit. And even if they do move in a block, it's still only the first hit that gets the 200%.
Sakha takes 86, then 36, then 43, then 43, then 42 damage - all ARM, Piercing.
[OOC] Hector: oh fuck we've gotta end this quickly or we're DEAD
[OOC] Sakha: Limit
[OOC] Cassie Dopple: yeah… Assault would REALLY help unless pak has a fire AoE ready
[OOC] Cassie Dopple: health, sakha?
The injured mow seems…fully recovered.
[OOC] WC GM: Cassandra!
[OOC] Sakha: 72/199
Cassie_Dopple cures Sakha
Cassie Dopple rolled 1d8+36 and got 7 for a total of 43
Five of the cyan mows crawl up Trombe, again going for Sakha.
WC GM rolled 5d100 and got 52, 74, 40, 29, 57 for a total of 252
Pak frowns!
WC GM rolled 5#2d8+32(1) and got 5, 3 for a total of 40
WC GM rolled 5#2d8+32(2) and got 8, 6 for a total of 46
WC GM rolled 5#2d8+32(3) and got 2, 4 for a total of 38
WC GM rolled 5#2d8+32(4) and got 3, 8 for a total of 43
WC GM rolled 5#2d8+32(5) and got 2, 1 for a total of 35
WC GM got a total of 202)
Sakha takes more damage - this time against MARM and not Piercing.
[OOC] WC GM: Pak!
[OOC] ORN: Marm? this could be bad
[OOC] Sakha: um my badfitst wascalcedto Ahiru… nowat -2hp
Pak GRR!
Pak: "Stop hurting my SISTER~!"
Pak reels, though.
Pak rolled up Toy Box - Icicles - (2 x MAG) + 3d6,MARM Ice damage to one enemy. [Rolls: 6 89 28]
[OOC] Pak: Hum, no chessa?
[OOC] Pak: Oh well.
[OOC] mew: er, gimme a sec, missed everything since ((pak))
Pak rolled 1d10 and got 2 for a total of 2
[OOC] Sakha: laaaaaaaaaaag
[OOC] WC GM: Indeed.
[OOC] WC GM: So, Sakha's KOed?
[OOC] Sakha: yes
[OOC] Pak: …Also, wtf.
Pak rolled 1d10 and got 5 for a total of 5
[OOC] Sakha: chessa is here she's +
[OOC] Pak: …
[OOC] Pak: Kay, wait, holdon.
[OOC] WC GM: Chessa was lagging, though.
[OOC] Pak: …Wait, Sakha fell down?
[OOC] Hector: Yes.
[OOC] Pak: I had a phoenix down >.<
[OOC] Hector: Fuckin' BS.
[OOC] WC GM: I'll let you change action.
[OOC] Pak: K.
[OOC] ORN: wait, did she get hit a third time? 102 damage vs 72+43 right?
[OOC] WC GM: No, she miscalced damage the first time.
Pak delays until 15, before Sakha would have gone
ORN: //ah

[OOC] Sakha: Can limit when berserk WC ruled, right?
[OOC] ORN: ack
[OOC] WC GM: Yes.
Pak is delaying until after all the other Mows though.
[OOC] Ahiru: I'm reverting to human end of round
ORN takes a step forward, slams his needled lance against his other palm, snapping it, and slices in the air with both, launching a cloud of thin needle-like shards at the enemy groups
ORN rolled 2d12+96,75% and got 9, 8 for a total of 84.75
That seemed mightily effective.
ORN throws the useless pieces off and grabs a new one
[OOC] Sakha: Does Berserk affect Limit damage then?
[OOC] WC GM: If it's weapon based, yes.
[OOC] Sakha: poo
[OOC] ORN: use it on me when I transform1
[OOC] WC GM: Actually, reading closer…yes it does.
[OOC] Sakha: woot!
[OOC] Sakha: They are SO ging down
Pak waitwaitwait
[OOC] WC GM: Though they've revised the rules to say that normally you can't limit while berserked, but since we're already doing it that you can in EC…
ORN's attack is SO effective, in fact, that the remaining mows decide they have a new priority target.
The mech is buried beneath 20 pouncing furballs.
[OOC] ORN: the MARM might be dangerous
WC GM rolled 20d100 and got 59, 68, 41, 68, 39, 43, 25, 12, 44, 32, 10, 86, 10, 15, 89, 83, 88, 78, 77, 97 for a total of 1064
[OOC] ORN: ^^;;;;;
WC GM rolled 10#2d8+32(1) and got 1, 6 for a total of 39
WC GM rolled 10#2d8+32(2) and got 3, 2 for a total of 37
WC GM rolled 10#2d8+32(3) and got 2, 3 for a total of 37
WC GM rolled 10#2d8+32(4) and got 6, 4 for a total of 42
WC GM rolled 10#2d8+32(5) and got 1, 3 for a total of 36
WC GM rolled 10#2d8+32(6) and got 5, 6 for a total of 43
WC GM rolled 10#2d8+32(7) and got 5, 7 for a total of 44
WC GM rolled 10#2d8+32(8) and got 1, 3 for a total of 36
WC GM rolled 10#2d8+32(9) and got 1, 1 for a total of 34
WC GM rolled 10#2d8+32(10) and got 1, 1 for a total of 34
WC GM got a total of 382)
[OOC] Hector: Orn takes Owned-not enough armor to prevent him from dying damage.
Those are the red mows' damages - ARM, Piercing.
[OOC] ORN: actually hector….
WC GM rolled 9#2d8+32(1) and got 2, 5 for a total of 39
WC GM rolled 9#2d8+32(2) and got 2, 8 for a total of 42
WC GM rolled 9#2d8+32(3) and got 2, 4 for a total of 38
WC GM rolled 9#2d8+32(4) and got 1, 8 for a total of 41
WC GM rolled 9#2d8+32(5) and got 2, 6 for a total of 40
[OOC] ORN: THAT half is the troubled one.
WC GM rolled 9#2d8+32(6) and got 4, 3 for a total of 39
WC GM rolled 9#2d8+32(7) and got 2, 7 for a total of 41
WC GM rolled 9#2d8+32(8) and got 8, 7 for a total of 47
WC GM rolled 9#2d8+32(9) and got 3, 5 for a total of 40
WC GM got a total of 367)
Those are the cyan mows' damages - MARM.
[OOC] ORN: see, NOW I'm down.
[OOC] WC GM: Pak!
ORN hits the ground under the weight, shattered in several sections
Hector: "…this is why we needed the artillery."
All but one of the mows looks healthier.
[OOC] ORN: doesn't anyone have a protect spell? ^^:;;
[OOC] Hector: Of course not.
[OOC] Hector: You think that anything that's a GOOD IDEA will be done?
[OOC] Sakha: It's Tier 3 magic at least , I only have tier 2
[OOC] ORN: like fire enhance on an ice user I guess ^^:
Pak acks at Orn's falling down, but feeds his Phoenix Down to Sakha~
[OOC] WC GM: Sakha!
[OOC] Hector: You know what? Eat me. I thought that we could just firebomb the assholes but they're fucking GODLY.
Sakha looks royally peeved off
[OOC] Pak: Um, Hector.
Sakha smiles cynically at her opponents with one hand on her hips, her eyes however smoulder with cold fire. She puts one hand on her shoulder and turns her back haughtily causing a wave of mystical cold to strike her enemies as she snubs them. ~Cold Shoulder~
[OOC] Pak: You didn't check to ask if I had my limit charged, so. n.n;
[OOC] Hector: Shut up shut up SHUT UP GODDAMMIT.
Sakha rolled 2d6+240,175% and got 4, 6 for a total of 437.5
[OOC] Hector: I swear to ghod the only thing keeping me from choking you to death are these two monitors.
Tougher they may be, but they're not THAT tough.
Frozen and shattered more than ORN they are.
Pak Cures Sakha as soon as Battle Finish.
[OOC] Sakha: PE:Ice + Bersek damage pwnage
Hector blinks as he gets his face sprayed with frost.
[OOC] WC GM: The strongest of them had 76 HP left.
Hector uses a PD on Orn if that's even possible right now.
[OOC] WC GM: And their MARM is considerably under 361.
[OOC] Pak: Wait~
The power of the down pulls and stitches ORN back together.
[OOC] Pak: Ah, nvm.
ORN slowly picks up off the ground, still severely damaged
Pak rolled 1d8+56 and got 1 for a total of 57
Pak runs over and cures ORN too.
Pak rolled 1d8+56 and got 2 for a total of 58
Hector: "Man, what I wouldn't give for some cure-all water right about now."
WC GM rolled 30d100 and got 50, 56, 19, 89, 73, 60, 34, 36, 9, 27, 76, 55, 67, 24, 11, 1, 78, 56, 3, 54, 87, 43, 12, 45, 77, 85, 54, 17, 32, 85 for a total of 1415
[OOC] Pak: Oooooh 1.
[OOC] Hector: And three.
[OOC] WC GM: Yeah, but these are just mows.
[OOC] Hector: And nine.
[OOC] WC GM: Anything 25 or above = no drop.
ORN looks considerably better (85/178)
[OOC] Pak: …?
[OOC] ORN: well, hopefully the boosted mows there have ok rares ^^:
[OOC] Pak: How did you get extra HP back, ORN?
[OOC] ORN: didn't you cure twice?
ORN: 42 and 43 respectively
[OOC] Pak: Once was for Sakha.
[OOC] ORN: ack
Hector uses his remaining Tonics on Sakha. +75 HP
[OOC] ORN: Ah, misread
[OOC] ORN: near-fatal then.
6 Potions and 2 Hi-Potions remain on the field.
Hector: "Hey, uh…Sakha. That was a pretty bullshit buncha hits you took there. We seem to run into shit that wants you dead more than me."
Pak cures ORN twice more for good measure.
Pak rolled 1d8+56 and got 4 for a total of 60
Pak rolled 1d8+56 and got 7 for a total of 63**
Hector goes for the High-Pots
Pak: "It's because she has part of Milf inside her."
Hector: "She WHAT?"
Hector: "If you know something, out with it!"
Pak: "She absorbed the powerful energy from Patches and was holding onto it this whole time…"
ORN pulses green a few times, calms down and stares
Sakha glares mildly at Hextor, but she doesn't seem as pissy anymore. //"It's gone now."
[OOC] WC GM: 4800 XP and 1680 Gil each - in addition to the Gil that Hector scored mid-battle
Pak: "Oh?"
[OOC] Hector: The gil I stole is ALL MINE.
Pak: "Where'd it go? >_> <_<"
Sakha: "Those things took it"
Pak: "…Crap."
Pak: "That's… bad, really bad, isn't it?"
The mow mob and their herders have moved on by now.
Sakha shrugs. "I feel relieved, couldn't get rid of the stuff."
Hector: "We're gonna need some heavy artillery for these things."
Hector: "Carrots or anything the dwarves could hand us."
Sakha seems tired
ORN: "This unit… Will require an aerial component…"
Hector: "And we should get Trombe outfitted with some weaponry. He's so big I hate to see him so useless except as a glorified taxi, you know."
ORN stays kneeling, trying to grow his joints back properly
Pak hugs Sakha tiiiight.
[OOC] Hector: YES! Orn gets equipped with JET SCRANDER!
Pak: "…Sis… I'm glad you're okay."
ORN: "Trombe Unit. Have you gathered information from previous combat?"
Trombe: "Description 'glorified taxi' fits original design."
Sakha ~_~
Pak: "…Anyway."
Hector: "Well, we're gonna modify you once we get the chance so you can provide supporting fire."
Pak: "They said they were headed towards Gaia, right?"
Trombe: "Difficulty gathering data. Majority of combat took place outside of arc of primary sensors."
Pak: "That must be the dwarf caves."
ORN: "This unit has knowledge of lawn-care units being used effectively."
ORN: "Understood. Further combat will be conducted within appropriate range."
Hector: "Sounds like it."
ORN grows a bit darker at mention of Gaia
Pak: "Hm."
Hector looks up at Trombe and scratches his chin, wondering about a new color scheme.
Pak: "Anyway."
Pak: "We need to steal the Milf Piece back, and get it inside…"
Hector: "Hm. Could make the body all-black, then the feather-y areas red with gold tips."
Pak grabs Ahiru!
Pak: "Her!"
ORN: "Spirits have proven capable of controlling related elemental compositions."
Hector hops onto Trombe. "Let's get moving, then."
Ahiru quacks in suprise and blinks standing dumbly. "But we need Fluffy for that, right?"
Trombe: "Input destination."
Pak: "Yes. And Fluffy got kidnapped."
Pak: "By, presumably… those things."
Pak points.
Pak: "So let's go finish this already!"
Ahiru: "The caves, then?"
ORN nods, rather apprehensively despite the mention of caves
Trombe: "Searching memory…found map coordinates: secondary entrance to dwarven homeland."
Hector: "Great."
Trombe starts heading north. "Proceeding to destination."
Ahiru: "Sounds right, and we'll be on our way to Fakir too!"
Pak: "Yup~"
The trip takes a while, but by late afternoon you do indeed see the mass of mows, with their herders, on the horizon ahead.
Slowly, agonizingly, you begin to catch up, but the sun sets before you are even in shouting range.//

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