Call of Colthulhu: Team One's Adventures

The Giver roars in rage as fire pours down onto it, raising an armored arm to defend itself only to have the plating shatter on impact. It staggers, but its eyes glow murderously. The Oblivion howls, and Flashpoint finds himself transfixed on the massive beast, unable to look away by some primal fear of cosmic retribution.

Aurora's Turn!

Aurora gasped for a bit at the sudden discomfort, but shrugged it off, circling around for a moment..."I'm sorry, but was that fear I just heard in your voice?" she asked, before darting in, whirling and kicking at the Giver with her hind legs, unimpressive as it may be, before dashing away. Closing had put her too close that smoke-spewing...Thing...For comfort, not to mention the flaming nature of the Giver made close-combat impractical. But it kept the thing off-balance, that was something...She took a moment, firing another bolt at the beast, which made the runes around it flash as they were recharged...Meanwhile, the spirit kept up its attack on the Giver, slashing and thrusting quickly as it tried to wear the abomination down!

Combatlog:

The Giver narrows its eyes, the action suddenly much more menacing through the skeletal helm. "You would lecture me on fear? You don't even know the true meaning of fear!" Its arm reforms with alarming speed, and with a deft swipe, easily takes the force of the buck in stride. Noticing the spirit's advance, the Giver whirls about, glaring at the conjuration with burning eyes.

"You would seek death, spirit?! So be it!" In a crash of arcane fire, the Giver's arms morph into flaming scimitars that it clashes against the spirit's own blade. Sparks fly, and the Giver grunts in effort as its blades meet the spirit's furious assault. Still, it seems to be holding its own, save a few close shaves and cracked armor plating. Finally, with an angry roar, the Giver slams and arm into the Spirit's chest, which sends the conjuration flying back. (Swordsman takes 5 damage.)

Taking advantage of the Oblivion's distraction, Skyline rears back and gives it another solid buck to the creature's legs, before spinning about and giving another series of kicks to the Oblivion's knee. The creature screeches, chunks of its armor falling away under Skyline's assault. (Five damage!) (Skyline Saves against Ongoing and Weakened)

Combat:

Torque's turn!

Torque was glad that the Battlebot had helped level the playing field. He had more back-up to deploy, but it would take time to set it up. He quickly grabbed another smoke bomb and lobbed it over at the Giver, but some of the gas sprayed in his eyes again (once this was all over, he'd have to get a better way to seal that).

Torque's Combat:

The Battle Bot made a strained whirring sound as it sent a short burst of energy toward the enemy. Then the sound of shifting gears and a puff of exhaust pushed the gas out, bringing him back to full operational capacity.

Battle Bot's Combat:

Summary: Torque and Giver are weakened until the end of Torque's next turn. Torque is Blinded (save ends). Battlebot has all enemies take 3 damage.

Stats:

The Giver raises an arm, the plates quickly forming into a domed shield that deflects much of the pellets. You note with alarm that its reactions seem to be growing quicker, and its actions more effective. The shield vanishes, and the Giver grins, even as the gas seeps in between its armor, causing a crackling to spill out of its core essence.
"Hrgh... A clever trick, inventor, but no amount of trickery can defeat me!" It roars, and with a flash of hellish green light, its arms return to its bladed form. "Come then! What more can you do? How will you mortals triumph against my might?"

Before it can strike, however, Flashpoint has a chance to act.

Flashpoint's Turn!

Flashpoint hangs back from the assault, allowing his embers to continue to fizzle and burn, hopefully enough to at least irritate the Giver. "Gonna try something a little less direct." He calls out to Skyline, and then sparks his hooves again- this time, using his wings swirl the flames around him in a vortex. Flashpoint starts to sweat at the exertion, and the heat.

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Combat:

The Giver hisses as bits of its armor curls away in Flashpoint's flame. "You are ANTS! You cannot even hope to comprehend my power!"

A ripple of energy erupts from its form, coalescing into four burning eyes that surround the Giver protectively. It raises an arm, and the scimitars elongate into full blown greatsword sized blades that somehow the Giver still hefts with ease. Flashing forward in a blaze of green fire, the left blade catches Flashpoint in the chest, while the other arcs towards Aurora. Skyline grits his teeth, his eyes darting from the Oblivion to Aurora before growling and leaping into the way of the blade, catching it on the side of his guard's harness. The blades burn into both pegasi's body, and Skyline bucks the blade away with great effort, retreating slightly. (Skyline and Flashpoint take 4 damage and 8 ongoing, save ends.)

The Oblivion, taking advantage of the distraction, roars and swings an arm that catches all combatants in its wide arc. (All take 6 damage.) Rolling to a stop, Skyline leaps back again, using his pegasus heritage to full effectiveness as his wings propel him into a strong kick to the creature's torso. (3 damage!)

"Wisps! Burn them!" The Giver growls, and fire surge out of the eyes, scalding the unicorns with a wave of green flame. (Torque and Aurora, take 2 damage and ongoing 2 each, save ends.) "What can you do now? Do you see how futile your struggle is?!"

Skyline is bloodied! The Giver Saves against ongoing damage! The Giver and The Oblivion are Bloodied!

Aurora's turn!

Aurora gasped as the flames scalded her, and she focused quickly on extinguishing the flames before returning her attention to the matter at hand. "You call that an attack? I've done worse to myself!" She lowered her horn, focusing energy about it before unleashing a blast of magical force, slamming into the Giver like a ton of bricks, shortly followed by a second blast, like a crack of lightning that arced wildly from the unicorn into the monstrosity...Though it left Aurora panting from the heat and exertion, she looked a bit satisfied, hoping it would fall soon...! Meanwhile, the spirit was battered, wisps of energy emanating from its wounds, but it continued its assault on the giver, though it was focusing on protecting itself, so it didn't lash out quite as aggressively...

Combatlog:

"I WILL NOT FALL!" The wisps around the Giver flares green as the deadly bolt of energy surges towards the entity. With a piercing screech, the eyes explode as the bolt pierces through them. Roaring, the Giver's arm morphs into a shield, which connects with the bolt in a crash of thunerous noise. The Giver screams as the shield arm disintegrates, but it reforms just as quickly, turning into a serrated axe head.  The Giver's essence glows with power, and the embers of the burning eyes swirl and flash back into form as floating ethereal skulls. The Giver gasps, and with visible strain you see an additional pair of arms, these detached from the Giver's body, materialise at its side. "Your reckoning has come!
The arms morph into thick looking shields, and the Giver roars, slamming the shields first into Flashpoint then the spirit. spectral flame erupting with each strike. (Flash and Swordsman, each take 7 damage and suffer a -3 penalty to damage , save ends.) "I will not be stopped--"
The skulls glow, and the Giver's armor seems to strengthen. "I will not be contained--"
The Oblivion roars, and with a hammer blow, strikes Skyline with a sickening crunch, knocking the guard into a wall, where he slides down, gasping for breath. "By ANTS! I AM A GOD!" (14 damage! Skyline is at -2!)
Torque's turn

"...Seem a bit desperate, don't you?" Torque said as he put some parts together. A quick bolt of electricity brought to life a droid that resembled a white trash can with a black dome for a head and a wheel on the bottom. The front of the droid (and the lunch-box sized kit that came with it) were emblazoned with a red cross.

Torque's Combat:

(Visual for Healbot)
Torque winced as he looked over at Skyline, but it would take too long to resuscitate him, and they needed to keep everyone up to finish this monster off NOW. "Heal-bot, attend to the orange pegasus." The Heal-bot started wheeling over to Flashpoint, pulling bandages out of its kit.

Heal-bot's Combat:

"As for you, Giver," Torque said looking at the monstrosity. "For a god, you're not very smart. You throw a big tantrum, you give a big rant, and you don't even scratch the LETHAL KILLING MACHINE! BATTLEBOT, TERMINATE!" The Battlebot turned toward the Giver, but instead of lifting its arms, it seemed to...bow its head slightly. The kabuto horn on its head was, in fact, a pair of missile launchers, which promptly sent a pair of missiles at the Giver.

Torque hoped it would be enough.

Battle-bot's Combat:

Summary: Torque summons Healbot. Healbot heals Flashpoint for 2 health. Battlebot does 34 damage to Giver.

Stats:

The missiles explode against the Giver's shields, the shockwave alone blowing the entity back. Staggering, the Giver's shields fizzle for a moment before shattering into shards of green flame. The Giver gives a hate filled growl, and, impossibly, rises to its feet, its armor still cracked and smoking from the impact. The arms shift again, and from the stumps where shields once were, springs a pair of long, thin blades that end with a wicked point; a pair of fiery rapiers. "A commendable attempt... but ultimately meaningless."

Flashpoint's turn!

Flashpoint is ko at -2 by the ongoing damage.

But just for the hell of it, let's see how much damage he was going to do.

Combat:

Fuck.

As the pegasus finally succumbs to the strain, the Giver gives a strangled laugh as its armor continues to fracture. "Now you see? There is no resisting my power! However, rather than attack, the Giver falls back behind the Oblivion, the skulls trailing after it, occasionally releasing small wisps of energy that flow back into the Giver, mending parts of its armor.

The Oblivion turns to face the Battlebot, as though recognizing the threat for the first time. It's numerous eyes glow, and the Battlebot is suddenly surrounded by crimson flames, licking at its armor. It does no damage, but with the Oblivion facing off it Torque realizes that having the bot target anything but the Oblivion would invite terrible retribution.

Aurora's Turn!

Also for all ponies still conscious, please roll either Perception, or Arcana.

"Flashpoint! Torque, can that heal-bot get him up!?" Aurora blinked, looking at her collapsed ally for a moment before focusing on the giver. "YOU! You get back here! I'm not done kicking your flank yet!" She charged after it, trying to slam into it and stop it from fleeing...Which, while stupid, made sure she was close enough to make sure her next attack hit the mark. Meanwhile, the spirit was in bad shape, its body on the verge of falling apart...It disengaged, turning to attack the Oblivion for a moment, trying to do a little more damage before it was forcibly banished...Though, its blade was...less-than-solid in places.

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EDIT: forgot arcana check.
1d20 +15 = 14+15 = 29

Combatlog:

Rolling Perception...5 (1d20) + 8 = 13

The Giver growls angrily, blocking the kick with one of its arms. "Your pathetic attacks cannot harm me!" Lashing out with one of the axes, the Giver swings at Aurora before pivoting with surprising agility for something its size and swinging into the Battlebot, landing a solid blow in its chest. (Aurora and Battlebot take 10 damage.)

Pulling back, the Giver's axes ripple and change, shifting back into twin scimitars. It snarls, and the Oblivion seems to respond to its cry, moving forward slightly sluggishly and swinging at the assembled ponies. The damage it sustained, however, seems to weigh it down, and the attack doesn't pack much force behind it. (Aurora, Torque, Battlebot, Heal bot, Swordsman, each take 4 damage.)

As the situation seems to take a turn for the worse, Aurora notices a patch of shimmering above the Giver. She narrows her eyes, and through the shimmer, she sees the Aspiration, who appears to be carving something into the ceiling panels. The Aspiration seems to notice the unicorn's scrutiny, and holds up a hoof to where she presumes its mouth is in a hushing gesture.

Torque and Friends' Turn!

With surprising speed, the Healbot quickly wheels in front of Aurora, smashing into pieces under the Giver's axe.

Healbot Interrupt:

"...The Healbot model is not very durable. But I can make more, hang on." Torque tossed another Smoke Bomb at the Oblivion (and got another spray in his eyes for his trouble.)

Torque Combat:

"That's right, breathe it in, Oblivion." Torque felt that he was about one good smack away from losing consciousness. Might as well go down swinging.

"Battlebot, target ALL enemies." Torque gave a smirk as the Battlebot let out another pellet burst. "Let's see how hard that Oblivion can hit."

Battlebot Combat:

Summary: Healbot takes Aurora's attack from Giver. Torque and Oblivion are Weakened until the end of Torque's turn. All enemies take 8 damage.

Stats:

The Giver growls a command in an unfamiliar language to the Oblivion, and mere moments after the initial pellets leave the Battlebot's guns, the centaur beast leaps forward with terrifying ferocity, slamming all four feet into the ground and throwing its entire weight into a crushing body slam. (10 damage to Battlebot)

The barrage of pellets strike moments later, and the Giver grunts as much of the pellets ricochet of its armor, though a few punch through and disperses some more of its essence. The skulls, however, fare much worse as the pellets rip through their delicate structure, disintegrating them on impact.

Flashpoint's Turn! Save against effects!

1st save ends- Ongoing 8
1d20= 7, no save

2nd save ends- -3 Damage penalty
1d20= 13, save

HP:-10
Pips:0
Status: Ongoing 8, slowly dying, pls halp.

The Giver steps forward, brandishing its rapiers at the two remaining ponies. "You put up a good fight, ponies. It rushes forward, and the rapiers slice down, the honed tip hissing as it cuts through the air. (Torque, Aurora, take 2 damage.) Turning about, the Giver parries away the Spirit's blade, and with a savage thrust, impales the spirit with both rapiers, attempting to eviscerate the spirit's very essence. (Spirit takes 10 damage) "But you are out matched!

The Oblivion slams the Battlebot into the ground, but the Battlebot seems to still have fight in it, parrying away most of the blows the Oblivion tries to bring down on it. Struggling, the Oblivion finally manages to strike the Battlebot in the chest, buckling the armor before being forced to retreat back. (Battlebot takes 3 damage).

Aurora's turn!

The spirit rather quickly faded away, its corporeal form no longer able to handle the Giver's assault. Aurora reflected on how disappointingly short-lived it had been, but evasion came first...This fight was dragging on...It was kind of starting to irritate her. "Oh, will you just fall over already, you overgrown rock!? Your constant babbling is becoming an annoyance!" She lowered her head, firing another blast from her horn at it...though the backlash stole her breath for a moment...She couldn't keep this up forever, after all...And the fighting was starting to take its toll on her now.

Combatlog:

There is a moment of awful silence as the Giver smirked, crossing the rapiers in front of its body to block the assault.

A loud CRACK sounds, and the Giver's smirk melts away into stunned shock as it looks down, the magical blast having punched through the Giver's chest armor and burned away a significant portion of its core energy. Its limbs start to turn gray, and the Giver's shocked expression turns to panicked rage as it clasps desperately at the hole, which has cracks spreading out from it, and is becoming more fractured by the second. The graying parts of its limbs slowly turn to ash, falling to the ground. "No... no... NO! YOU ARE BUT AN ANT, AND I AM THE FOOT THAT WILL CRUSH- AAAGH!"

The Aspiration suddenly materializes in front of the Giver, as the entity becomes bathed in a blood red glow. The Giver looks up, its eyes wild with anger and surprise, to find a pentagram scratched into the ceiling boards. "The 'ants' just wore you, an elder spirit, down so much that the likes of us could capture you. I would show a little more respect if I were you."

A pulse of energy, more powerful than anything Torque or Aurora has ever felt, surges from where the Giver stands, and it takes a moment for the unicorns to register that they have been physically tossed back a few paces by the wave of energy, landing clumsily as they watch. "Return to the gem, Giver. Return and pray you never escape again." The Aspiration intones, as the Giver begins to crumble, its form becoming rigid and fractured like glass. As it does so, however, the ponies assembled feel a sudden tiredness in their limbs, and even the Aspiration seems to stumble slightly.

Whatever happened, however, seems to do the trick, and the Giver's form shatters, releasing a greenish light that is forced back into the gem. As it moves, the ponies hear a disembodied voice scream, "I WILL RETURN! I SWEAR IT! BY AZATHOTH'S GIBBERING DREAMS, I WILL DESTROY-" before being cut off as the light fades away, disappearing into the gem.

This is the end of combat!

The Aspiration turns to face the ponies, its posture stooped slightly. "You... have questions, I assume. However, this is not... the... time..."

Its sentence seems to elongate and drag on, but the ponies quickly realize, as the mad rush of energy from the intensity of the fight wears off from both ponies, that it is not the Aspiration's fault for this. Rather, remaining conscious is... becoming rather difficult.

Torque and Aurora, roll endurance. Torque with a -10 penalty, and Aurora with a -5.

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1d10+5-5 = ...3. Deeeeerp.

Rolling...4 (1d20) + 5 - 10 = -1. Yep, I'm out.

Torque and Aurora, buckling from the strain, barely manage to even get a word out before everything goes black.

It is the end of the day...

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