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riverviewlogs2017-03-22 09:24 am
spellslots) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-03-22 09:24 am
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who: Taako & whoever wants in on this
what: Fighting monsters in a tunnel basically counts as a dungeon crawl, right?
when: Late March
where: Those tunnels!!
warnings: Uh, violence, eldritch horrors maybe, he's got some weird spells
notes: If you wanna do something that doesn't involve fighting hmu at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
batsecretary!!
[Regardless of who asks, Taako will maintain that he had a shitty cleric back home, but suddenly being without one at all is making him appreciate Merle way more than he ever did. Not having a team to rely on makes battle a lot more uncertain; there's no Magnus to take the brunt of the damage, no Merle to heal or buff them as needed, no helpful NPC to swoop in and save the day.
But a threat to the city means a threat to him, so he's signed up to help cull the creatures in the tunnels. He needs the experience, too, if he's going to level up and figure out a spell strong enough to get him home.
Really though he's just hoping that these creatures are easy enough to dispatch, and mostly he's right. Compared to some of the shit he's had to put up with, over-sized lizards aren't particularly scary, nor particularly threatening, though the amount of them is concerning. Luckily he has a lot of area of effect spells.
In the interest of not immediately running out of spell slots, he starts with low level spells and his single attack cantrip, which results in a lot of frozen creatures leaving a trail behind him, although a few of them have also been on the receiving end of a magic missile, leaving them just straight up dead.
Eventually he moves on to stronger shit: a large sphere of fire moves through the tunnels, directed by Taako, held still when he comes across any allies so that they can move around it, and he'll encourage people to stick with him, since he's used to fighting in groups. At some point, a little troupe of water elementals follow after him, attacking any of the creatures that get too close.
It starts to take it's toll, though, both the spellcasting and the attacks that the creatures manage to get in. His clothes are torn and bloody, and he leans a little more heavily on the Umbra Staff at some points, just needing to take a breather. Finally, he realizes it's worth spending two spell slots on fixing himself up, and waits until he comes across a large group of the lizards.
Sleep knocks them unconscious, and Taako kneels down in the middle of them, reaching out with a hand wreathed in shadow. When he touches the creatures, they awaken for a very brief struggle, before they just... die. Taako's wounds knit themselves back together, he sits up a little straighter, and moves on to the next one and the next one until they're all dead.
And then he gets back to work.]
what: Fighting monsters in a tunnel basically counts as a dungeon crawl, right?
when: Late March
where: Those tunnels!!
warnings: Uh, violence, eldritch horrors maybe, he's got some weird spells
notes: If you wanna do something that doesn't involve fighting hmu at
[Regardless of who asks, Taako will maintain that he had a shitty cleric back home, but suddenly being without one at all is making him appreciate Merle way more than he ever did. Not having a team to rely on makes battle a lot more uncertain; there's no Magnus to take the brunt of the damage, no Merle to heal or buff them as needed, no helpful NPC to swoop in and save the day.
But a threat to the city means a threat to him, so he's signed up to help cull the creatures in the tunnels. He needs the experience, too, if he's going to level up and figure out a spell strong enough to get him home.
Really though he's just hoping that these creatures are easy enough to dispatch, and mostly he's right. Compared to some of the shit he's had to put up with, over-sized lizards aren't particularly scary, nor particularly threatening, though the amount of them is concerning. Luckily he has a lot of area of effect spells.
In the interest of not immediately running out of spell slots, he starts with low level spells and his single attack cantrip, which results in a lot of frozen creatures leaving a trail behind him, although a few of them have also been on the receiving end of a magic missile, leaving them just straight up dead.
Eventually he moves on to stronger shit: a large sphere of fire moves through the tunnels, directed by Taako, held still when he comes across any allies so that they can move around it, and he'll encourage people to stick with him, since he's used to fighting in groups. At some point, a little troupe of water elementals follow after him, attacking any of the creatures that get too close.
It starts to take it's toll, though, both the spellcasting and the attacks that the creatures manage to get in. His clothes are torn and bloody, and he leans a little more heavily on the Umbra Staff at some points, just needing to take a breather. Finally, he realizes it's worth spending two spell slots on fixing himself up, and waits until he comes across a large group of the lizards.
Sleep knocks them unconscious, and Taako kneels down in the middle of them, reaching out with a hand wreathed in shadow. When he touches the creatures, they awaken for a very brief struggle, before they just... die. Taako's wounds knit themselves back together, he sits up a little straighter, and moves on to the next one and the next one until they're all dead.
And then he gets back to work.]
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[He doesn't miss a beat, despite the fact he really does wish someone else from home was around.
Just like he doesn't miss a beat when he hears something crawling through a nearby crack in the stone work. A lizard sticks it's head out, hisses, and Taako shoots a blast of blue light from the umbrella, killing and freezing the lizard.
It's a lot easier than punching them.]
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[Ronan's voice cuts off when he sees the lizard. Before he can do more than raise his hands, the thing's dead.]
Hey, next one's mine!
[In the wrong hands, that magic would be frightening. He's not sure if he's just impressed or a little jealous, even if an umbrella's involved. But he knows the problems that come with great power and he'll pass on the responsibility.
Anyway, now that the lizard's a popsicle, he goes back to their conversation.]
Do you think they will show up?
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But who is he to judge?]
I mean, maybe? A shitload of people here know each other, so it's not impossible. Not sure if it'd be a good idea though, we've got shit to take care of.
[It's bad enough that he's gone.]
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Like saving the world?
[All in all, he probably shouldn't sound sarcastic and snide to the wizard who can either kill him or give him a weapon, and yet here he is. Though he can believe the world saving thing after their "black oil" exchange.]
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With very little ceremony, he sits down on the ground and holds his hands out over the bar.]
Watch my back while I do this shit, please. [Since he needs to focus.] And yeah, saving the world, super fucked up that it falls to a bunch of goddamn idiots.
[Taako sure as hell wouldn't put the fate of the world in their hands, so the sarcastic tone doesn't really bother him.]
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Yeah. There's a guy I know who'd prefer the word "inexperienced."
[He affects an exaggerated arrogant, old blood Virginian accent for that. It actually doesn't change his usual accent that much.]
So if it's up to the idiots to fix it, what do you call the people who fucked it-- hello.
[A lizard doesn't crawl into view so much as falls out of a nearby tunnel. Without another word, Ronan grabs it by its huge, ugly throat, and punches its eye. Taako had been right to be skeptical. The scene is without a doubt ugly, not to mention loud, but Ronan grins through it all. His eyes are alive in a way they haven't been since the last time he did this about oh, half an hour ago.]
So yeah what do you call that?
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Taako can't cast another spell and keep this one up, so he's kind of stuck at the moment no matter how much he wants to help. It's frustrating as shit, but all he can do is watch out of the corner of his eye as he puts most of his focus on keeping steady with the magic he's already got happening.]
Uh... [He's not exactly put off by violence, considering he deals with it frequently, but there's a ferocity in Ronan that he hasn't really seen before, at least not from someone he wasn't trying to kill. Magnus is rough and he gets angry sometimes, but it's nothing like that.] I dunno if there's like, people, responsible for whatever fucked up shit is going on. Seems way bigger than that.
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Best not to think at all when he's like this. It just makes it worse.
Anger and pain are what Ronan does best after all.]
So what? Evil?
[That doesn't come across well, perhaps because it follows a grunt and precedes a rasping laugh.
One last punch and the lizard goes quiet. It's not dead yet. Just close to it. Ronan stands back.]
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[It implies that there's some sentience, like calling an infection evil, when really it's just... doing the only thing that it knows how to do. Taako doesn't know enough about the Hunger to say whether it has a motivation beyond its existence.]
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[There are a few brief pauses as Ronan speaks, filled by his gasps for breath. He makes a habit of small fist fights and brawls, not protracted killing of lizard. Plus some of his skin finally broke open from whaling on the reptile thing. He would make a mental note to invest in gloves but he kicks the creature instead to see if it budges.
Nope. Still out.]
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["Heat-death" of the universe is a little beyond his understanding of science, at least for now.
In better news, he's finally finished with his transmutation spell, which means he can heft up the bat and offer it handle-first to Ronan. It's not really a baseball bat in the traditional sense, so much that it's just a baseball bat shaped hunk of steel.
But it'll hit harder, this way.]
Here ya go.
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[Ronan doesn't know the mechanics of it. He has bigger worries than the universe hypothetically dying billions of years after he's gone. Like, for instance, getting a magic steel bat.]
Sweet. Thanks, man.
[Alright so he's closer to forgiving him for earlier. Not that Ronan bears grudges for long anyway.
He takes the bat. It's heavier than he's used to so he gives it a few practice swings. His hands ache but it's from throwing punches against thick scales not the use of this weapon.]
Any drawbacks to this? I don't know your magic.
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Nah, it's all good. This is straight up transmutation, it's forgotten it was ever anything but that bat.
[Taako gets back to his feet, brushing dirt off his clothes, and hooking the umbra staff back on his arm where it belongs.]
You wanna do this team up bullshit or you wanna do your own thing?
[He could use a little back up, but he's not going to force Ronan to stick around.]
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Transmutation, huh? It's a lot less time consuming. He likes it.]
You went out of your way to make this. I've got to pay you back somehow. Anyway, I don't cut and run. Lead on, wizard-man. Or elf?
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Elf, wizard elf. If the ears don't make it super obvious I dunno how to help you.
[He's not really that insulted he's just being a drama queen.
But the dramatics don't stop him from picking a direction and starting to walk, using those long ears to listen out for any telltale skittering or screeching.]
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[He follows along but not before he dispatches the unconscious lizard a few feet away. It would be poetic for it to sneak up on them later, but Ronan's not in the mood for a death worthy of a song to warn kids not to be merciful or something.]
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[He's sort of laughing at the idea, though, so good job Ronan.]
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[Ronan's voice is, as usual, coated with sarcasm. He swings his bat around idly.]
Congrats to your parents for having the pretty orc baby.
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I'm sure orcs would be kinda upset about having a pretty baby, but I'm not the expert.
[He could ask Killian if she were here but that's probably like.. orcist or something.]
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Beauty in the eye of the beholder and yadda yadda.
[Ronan idly swings the bat around. It keeps his blood going, not that that's the reason. He is rarely aware of any reasons for the things he does.]
You know any orcs?
[Again, he's trying to work around the idea of talking to a person from a real life fantasy world despite being from his own, different real life fantasy world.]