Ius runs over to the shovel, picking it up (or pulling it out of the ground), and readies herself, preparing to strike the monster when it gets close enough. *Readying an Attack Action*
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Well, that definitely hits... I think it might even be a 1-hit KO. She didn't have much in the means of HP.*
Ius tries to strike at it with her shovel, but is swatted away. She is sent flying into a tree, hitting it back-first before tumbling to the ground unconscious.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Well, that definitely hits... I think it might even be a 1-hit KO. She didn't have much in the means of HP.*
Ius tries to strike at it with her shovel, but is swatted away. She is sent flying into a tree, hitting it back-first before tumbling to the ground unconscious.
Nick sprints into the fray fending off the monster. "GET UP!"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Well, that definitely hits... I think it might even be a 1-hit KO. She didn't have much in the means of HP.*
Ius tries to strike at it with her shovel, but is swatted away. She is sent flying into a tree, hitting it back-first before tumbling to the ground unconscious.
Nick sprints into the fray fending off the monster. "GET UP!"
Ius stirs slightly, but Nick can see a small amount of blood pooling underneath her: She's barely alive, and struggling to hang on.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Well, that definitely hits... I think it might even be a 1-hit KO. She didn't have much in the means of HP.*
Ius tries to strike at it with her shovel, but is swatted away. She is sent flying into a tree, hitting it back-first before tumbling to the ground unconscious.
Nick sprints into the fray fending off the monster. "GET UP!"
Ius stirs slightly, but Nick can see a small amount of blood pooling underneath her: She's barely alive, and struggling to hang on.
Nick screams in defiance as the Griever back off finally, retreating. Nick shakes their shoulder a bit
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Good morning. Quick recap for everyone. The Doors didn't close for the night, Grievers are currently attacking.*
*OK*
Finn is coming back from his usual rounds, and he sees a griever halve a kid. "ALIX!!!" He yells. "I TOLD YOU TO CLOSE THE DOORS!!"
"THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO CLOSE ON THEIR OWN SLINTHEAD!"
"DON'T CALL ME A SLINTHEAD! I TOLD YOU TO MAKE SURE THEY CLOSED!" Finn yells back, charging towards the homestead and attacking any griever in the way with the nearest weapon- a dirty, sharp shovel.
Any griever that is in the way gets it. Attack: 7 Damage: 6
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
*Good morning. Quick recap for everyone. The Doors didn't close for the night, Grievers are currently attacking.*
*OK*
Finn is coming back from his usual rounds, and he sees a griever halve a kid. "ALIX!!!" He yells. "I TOLD YOU TO CLOSE THE DOORS!!"
"THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO CLOSE ON THEIR OWN SLINTHEAD!"
"DON'T CALL ME A SLINTHEAD! I TOLD YOU TO MAKE SURE THEY CLOSED!" Finn yells back, charging towards the homestead and attacking any griever in the way with the nearest weapon- a dirty, sharp shovel.
Any griever that is in the way gets it. Attack: 7 Damage: 6
"WE CANT CLOSE THEM SHUCKFACE!"
He misses his swings as a griever lunges at them
Attack: 28 Damage: 16
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Good morning. Quick recap for everyone. The Doors didn't close for the night, Grievers are currently attacking.*
*OK*
Finn is coming back from his usual rounds, and he sees a griever halve a kid. "ALIX!!!" He yells. "I TOLD YOU TO CLOSE THE DOORS!!"
"THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO CLOSE ON THEIR OWN SLINTHEAD!"
"DON'T CALL ME A SLINTHEAD! I TOLD YOU TO MAKE SURE THEY CLOSED!" Finn yells back, charging towards the homestead and attacking any griever in the way with the nearest weapon- a dirty, sharp shovel.
Any griever that is in the way gets it. Attack: 7 Damage: 6
"WE CANT CLOSE THEM SHUCKFACE!"
He misses his swings as a griever lunges at them
Attack: 27 Damage: 17
*Whoa, they are OP*
He winces, and keeps running, hurling his shovel at the griever. Attack: Dice rolls not yet available for this section. Damage: Dice rolls not yet available for this section.
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
*Good morning. Quick recap for everyone. The Doors didn't close for the night, Grievers are currently attacking.*
*OK*
Finn is coming back from his usual rounds, and he sees a griever halve a kid. "ALIX!!!" He yells. "I TOLD YOU TO CLOSE THE DOORS!!"
"THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO CLOSE ON THEIR OWN SLINTHEAD!"
"DON'T CALL ME A SLINTHEAD! I TOLD YOU TO MAKE SURE THEY CLOSED!" Finn yells back, charging towards the homestead and attacking any griever in the way with the nearest weapon- a dirty, sharp shovel.
Any griever that is in the way gets it. Attack: 7 Damage: 6
"WE CANT CLOSE THEM SHUCKFACE!"
He misses his swings as a griever lunges at them
Attack: 27 Damage: 17
*Whoa, they are OP*
He winces, and keeps running, hurling his shovel at the griever. Attack: 14 Damage: 5
The Griever roars in pain as Alix grabs their arm and drags them away. "You bloody shank! You know how stupid that was?!"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Ius runs over to the shovel, picking it up (or pulling it out of the ground), and readies herself, preparing to strike the monster when it gets close enough. *Readying an Attack Action*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The Griever howls as it lashes out at them
Attack: 26 Damage: 18
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Well, that definitely hits... I think it might even be a 1-hit KO. She didn't have much in the means of HP.*
Ius tries to strike at it with her shovel, but is swatted away. She is sent flying into a tree, hitting it back-first before tumbling to the ground unconscious.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Nick sprints into the fray fending off the monster. "GET UP!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Ius stirs slightly, but Nick can see a small amount of blood pooling underneath her: She's barely alive, and struggling to hang on.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Nick screams in defiance as the Griever back off finally, retreating. Nick shakes their shoulder a bit
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Ius stirs a bit more, unconscious but having at least a chance of coming to their senses.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Nick looks for the wound, gauze in hand
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"DON'T CALL ME A SLINTHEAD! I TOLD YOU TO MAKE SURE THEY CLOSED!" Finn yells back, charging towards the homestead and attacking any griever in the way with the nearest weapon- a dirty, sharp shovel.
Any griever that is in the way gets it. Attack: 7 Damage: 6
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
"WE CANT CLOSE THEM SHUCKFACE!"
He misses his swings as a griever lunges at them
Attack: 28 Damage: 16
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Whoa, they are OP*
He winces, and keeps running, hurling his shovel at the griever. Attack: Dice rolls not yet available for this section. Damage: Dice rolls not yet available for this section.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
The Griever roars in pain as Alix grabs their arm and drags them away. "You bloody shank! You know how stupid that was?!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Charlie is walking around the housing area.
A small pudgy boy named Ryan grabs their arm. "Come on dude, we gotta get outta the open!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Why? What's wrong?"
Ryan looks aghast. "Do you not see the Grievers man?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"What? How did they get in?!"
"The shuck doors didn't close!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"what?! How?"
"I dunno! I just know we need to get inside!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.