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Re: The Good Daughter (SirOni and xgkf)
Vanilla: HP = 45, PP = 70, EP = 48/95, Status = Fine
NPC Stats
Fido: Fine, Dark Armor X = 6, spent 19 EP
Malcolm: Fine
Trevor: Fine, hiding with Vanilla
Girl Deputy: Fine, hiding
Fat Guy: Fine, hiding
Guy in black: Fine, hiding
Serious Woman: Fine, hiding
Fluffy Tailed Man: Fine, hiding
Stalker 1: Fine
Stalker 2: Fine
Stalker 3: Fine
Earth Elemental 1: Taken 18 damage.
Earth Elemental 2: Fine
Earth Elemental 3: Fine
Body = 80, AV = 13, Damage Reduction 1/2, Attack (+80) 2d12 + 48
Bandit 1: dead
Bandit 2: dead
Bandit 3: dead
Bandit 4: dead
Bandit 5: Down
Bandit 6: Down
Natalia: Down
Balthazar: Taken 40 damage, Fucking screwed
Nightmare: Down
Rolls
With Lani dry on ammunition, all she could do was frantically thumb rounds into her weapons, preparing to unleash a barrage of bullets into the man as he prepared to do... Something. Something that Vanilla would take it upon herself to act, in desperation, to stop. Calling upon as much power as she could, the half-faerie caused astral chains to circle the bandit leader, now alone, and despite encountering more pressure in return than she had ever felt she felt as much as saw her magic take hold. Balthazar's arms were snapped to his sides, his powers dispelled, and his guns left hanging loosely from his hands before, ultimately they were dropped.
Malcolm, seeing this, grinned and stood up. The other bandits were dealt with already, either unconscious or dead, leaving only the leader to deal with. "Looks like... You're about done Balthazar," he said coldly, drawing his revolver slowly and raising it, until it rested against the bound man's head at near point blank range. The bandit couldn't move, couldn't raise any defense magical or mundane to stop the sheriff, who looked ready to execute him on the spot. No one else rose to stop him, either mindless like the golems, uncaring of the life of an enemy like Fido and the stalkers, or filled with hate for the bandits like the townsfolk. It would be up to Lani or Vanilla to try and stop Malcolm, if they so wished, as Balthazar stared silently at the sheriff, defiantly.
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HP = 35/66, PP = 42, EP = 26/40, Status = Wounded, Both guns on 5/5 shotsVanilla: HP = 45, PP = 70, EP = 48/95, Status = Fine
NPC Stats
Fido: Fine, Dark Armor X = 6, spent 19 EP
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: FineMalcolm: Fine
Trevor: Fine, hiding with Vanilla
Girl Deputy: Fine, hiding
Fat Guy: Fine, hiding
Guy in black: Fine, hiding
Serious Woman: Fine, hiding
Fluffy Tailed Man: Fine, hiding
Stalker 1: Fine
Stalker 2: Fine
Stalker 3: Fine
Earth Elemental 1: Taken 18 damage.
Earth Elemental 2: Fine
Earth Elemental 3: Fine
Body = 80, AV = 13, Damage Reduction 1/2, Attack (+80) 2d12 + 48
Bandit 1: dead
Bandit 2: dead
Bandit 3: dead
Bandit 4: dead
Bandit 5: Down
Bandit 6: Down
Natalia: Down
Balthazar: Taken 40 damage, Fucking screwed
Nightmare: Down
Rolls
Lani reloads, which takes her turn.
Vanilla casts dat spell. Empower doesn't do anything for it since it isn't affected by spell level, but you said it.
Casting: Success.
Attack: Hit... Just barely.
Resistance: 66 vs Vanilla's DC of 94, failure
Vanilla casts dat spell. Empower doesn't do anything for it since it isn't affected by spell level, but you said it.
Casting: Success.
Attack: Hit... Just barely.
Resistance: 66 vs Vanilla's DC of 94, failure
With Lani dry on ammunition, all she could do was frantically thumb rounds into her weapons, preparing to unleash a barrage of bullets into the man as he prepared to do... Something. Something that Vanilla would take it upon herself to act, in desperation, to stop. Calling upon as much power as she could, the half-faerie caused astral chains to circle the bandit leader, now alone, and despite encountering more pressure in return than she had ever felt she felt as much as saw her magic take hold. Balthazar's arms were snapped to his sides, his powers dispelled, and his guns left hanging loosely from his hands before, ultimately they were dropped.
Malcolm, seeing this, grinned and stood up. The other bandits were dealt with already, either unconscious or dead, leaving only the leader to deal with. "Looks like... You're about done Balthazar," he said coldly, drawing his revolver slowly and raising it, until it rested against the bound man's head at near point blank range. The bandit couldn't move, couldn't raise any defense magical or mundane to stop the sheriff, who looked ready to execute him on the spot. No one else rose to stop him, either mindless like the golems, uncaring of the life of an enemy like Fido and the stalkers, or filled with hate for the bandits like the townsfolk. It would be up to Lani or Vanilla to try and stop Malcolm, if they so wished, as Balthazar stared silently at the sheriff, defiantly.