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HP to recover And Punch it! All out attack -2/+2 Power Attack -2/+2 1d20+8=11 Miss!
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"thanks...first I'm sorry about the rather vicious bit of venom i put out earlier; its been a long day." he says letting the bit of fatigue into his voice "Second im not exactly sure why...though if i had guess whatever making these shrooms of doom crop up is weakening it so it had to use the standing stones around here as a microphone or medium for its plea and stonehenge has been really active lately." he explains. "Don't actually know all that much about the magic of it, just my sword screams and rages when I'm being called upon." he admits before giving a cautious glance and lowering his voice as much as he thinks he can get away with "Anyway thats not important; foghorn leghorn over-there just spat green and it grew mushrooms in a field I've been blasting with not exactly-rainbow magic for a few hours. I think its maybe gotten into his head...like that icky fungus, ya know that makes ants into zombies so they let it spore all over the place and spread." <Ew, ew, ew.>
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Having calmed down a little bit after his tantrum he now found himself in the grips of shame and horror as a man, bellowing like foghorn leghorn showed up, his grip had tightend in perceptibly on his weapon in preparation of being shot at yet again. He was relieved when it didn't come to pass, though slightly suspicious of the man spitting out green gunk that grew into green mushrooms he holds his tongue, haste makes waste and the last thing he needed was to tangle with the law anymore than he probably already had. "Excuse me sir; May i speak to you for a moment, Miss." rather more measured in tone.
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"Allow me Phantasmo, I may have a more time saving solution." he says, emboldened by his string of successes and eager to continue to be impressive and Valiant he takes a jab at the air and exerts his will unto the sword, urging it to rend a path of Utterdark through the time and space of his location and destination, it is a monumental strain to channel such might even with aldonite's Consenting and egging him on to flex its formidable powers but it is not long before a corona of swirling darkness springs into being around the hilt of his sword and spirals out around the blade like an opening iris. he removes his blade and plants it onto the ground quickly enough to make it look like a simple gesture of pride rather than needing a crutch to lean on "I fear this is where things become truly dire, fair maidens; I'm sure myself and Phantasmo will do all we can to protect you should you choose to join us but there is no shame in sitting this one out." <Know I would if I didn't have a magic sword.>
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ill say Extra effort it then.
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Don't suppose i could just chain a few portals with some vague directions from Arna?
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Ulysses wastes no time in surging forward and lashing out with furious power and speed, slamming his steely fists against the rocky hide of the monster to minimal effect "hey, we're not finished with you yet beastie." he bellows in response, his thirst beginning to grow on him and the somewhat extreme exertion of such prolonged battle begining to take its toll on him, he still makes sure to put on a good show. <I should really see a doctor about this crazy thirst thing.>
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Tired, hot and to be honest utterly fed up of mushrooms and trigger hungry american know-nothings black knight does not respond well to being shot at again "Well you're hardly one to be pointing fingers miss; tell me, does omega wear boxers or briefs?" he says sourly as he rises to his feet, sword gripped firmly in his hands as he casualy strides over to a mushroom and grimacing plucks it from the ground. "Im here to get rid of these things on behalf of a spirit of these lands that was here before the natives that shotgun happy hick's equaly idiotic ancestors stole it from." as he casualy tosses it over "have a look,touch,taste even, es no bueno." he says sarcasticly with a wiggle of his finger.
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"I fear the man within the Armour may not live up to your expectations." he admits dropping his facade ever so slightly, already aware that Arna is clearly smarter than himself he's ready to go with her line of reasoning before the faint words reach him on the wind. "Verily, T'would be most likely the placeto find Feigr, Let us make haste and put a stop to this scheme before it can get underway." he says, facade back to full because right now, regardless of his own doubt and worry, people needed black knight, not a boy in a tin suit.
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It was a good question he'd give her that, one he'd been getting wrong quite a bit due to his focus on the puppies dimensional binding, he was not just his magic, he had a keen intellect and a wealth of experiences and little tricks he'd picked up from watching his fellow praetorians doing there various rituals and tricks they'd used around him; In particular he remembered now the former pilot of the Kavaca; an interesting hominid with a thick brow and flesh like vulcanized rubber. Without warning he simply slams his knuckles on the board in-front of him where once, thousands of years ago a palm as thick as paving slabs had tapped to cause a minor surge in power that would result in the safety throttlers on the engines been temporarily over ridden to grant a burst of speed at inefficient fuel costs when times were dire. In memoriam of his fallen friend moon-moth does not neglect the most vital part of this ritual. "C'mon you Krantz, Move!" he squeaks, unable to match the baritone pitch of Gordutz voice, but capturing the vinegar of his native expletive none the less.
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I will press the attack, Run up to it and punch it in the calf 1d20+8=25 Surge and smack it again! 1d20+8=9 HP to reroll i think. 1d20+8=24 time to see how well i deal with fatigue.
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Lets see if moth can squeeze a little bit more oomph out of the engines using a trick a better pilot than him showed him once long ago. 1d20+10=27 Huzzah i think.
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"I'm Ulysses; I come from Manchester." he answers a bit dumbly, taken entirely off guard by the bedraggled woman and her mile a Minuit mouth "who're you, what happened to your hair?" unable to stop himself, though synapse's intervention might have spared him the brunt of the wrath for asking such uncouth questions. "Oh boy is it ever a tall tale and it ain't wrapped up quite yet either." he grumbles to himself more than anyone, but still loudly enough to be heard "gotta go back fer Bob too; blast it all."
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catching the ancient axe on his Pauldron and managing to deflect the force of the edge away from his neck with a screech, tarnishing the armour with its ruined but none the less razor sharp edge, he feels himself almost panic but he manages to swallow it, unable to hear Phantasmo over the sound of his own heart beating in his ears he surges forward and in a single stroke of his sword release its full wrath in another torrential expulsion of purple-black magic that sweeps outwards, shattering the frostbitten husks and sending there ancient arms armament skittering away. he takes a moment to catch his breath, letting his heart slow down and his feet get steady once more. "Verily, though i fear these knaves were merely the opening act; be vigilant mine squire."
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I will attempt to lay waste to them! Damage 7 175ft radius, selective'd to ignore myself, arna, her car, tanya, phantasmo and the standing stones.
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"I agree, there is always a choice; At the moment I'm choosing to go along with it and gripe about what essentially amounts to little things." he says rather solemnly "I don't think i could live with myself if I cast off the mantle...Its like a responsibility to safeguard the world from this thing that might not even happen; I wouldn't be able to bear reading the paper and learning something terrible that happens to someone or anything like that If I could've maybe done something about it." he muses as he takes up the sword and turns it over in his hands "As you say, it has no power over me, It can't wield itself; Riddle of steel and all that." he muses as he puts it back down. "I've just got to take control; of my life, my sword and my destiny."
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"heh...yeah; though as you were telling me, could be worse, could be hellfire." he snrrks softly "how about you, saddled with any dark destinies of dirty deeds?" he asks as he puts his empty glass down and rests his head in his palm. "like why are you in...china, i think?" he says looking to the bartender as if for conformation "China." he says more to himself than her "miss?" <god I bet I sound like a drunk> "travel by stonehenge is pretty disorientating." he adds quickly, trying to explain his need to ask what country he was currently in.
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"kinda, though from what i understand its a genealogy thing, I am a black knight like my fathers before me." he says somewhat a little disenchanted "I don't think its a magic sword for anyone whoms not of the bloodline." he says as he takes another sip and ponders some "It doesn't like it at all, keeps telling me how I'm a bad host for because I'm not trained in knightly etiquette, I'm left handed, too young to have secured an heir; you name it its upset about it." "Its not really done anything but rage at me when it disagrees really, I suppose I'm the one having headaches rather than it being the one giving them." he says. "its a bit draconian in some regards like that." he mumbles "doesn't force me to do anything i guess, when i mess up its on my own head..just whines till i do something; sometimes even after I've done something." he looks at the remains of the glass for a moment before downing it in one "Its like a really grumpy great great grandpa."
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"huh, guess i at least got that going for me then." he says, not as sarcastically has he probably should have given the situation "I'll keep it in mind." he says as he regards the glass of liquid before him through his visor before lifting it just enough to reveal his lower face and pressing the glass to his lips. He'd never been much of a drinker, sure he'd had some wine and what not back when he was a misbehaving school boy at Dunlakes but that was nothing compared to the burning brew that now boiled in his throat and burned in his stomach he coughs a little despite himself and decides to take this one rather slowly. "But anyway, Origin story right?" he asks rhetorically "It wasn't long after id just settled down in my new accommodations, i was out on a midnight walk trying to deal with some stuff life had thrown my way when i noticed there was a hulking figure following me around with a big old sword in its hands, so like any sane person I belt for it as fast as my legs will carry me; managed to get all the way back to my flat faster than i thought i could ever run only to find theres a big suit of Armour carrying a sword waiting for me...guess it must've opened a portal into my living room, after i pick myself off the floor i do possibly the silliest thing possible and touch the thing." he says taking a small break for another more measured sip of the scotch. "lo and behold, turns out I'm inheriting "the black mantle of the kingsbane." he says wiggling his fingers for emphasis "and i gotta go put down some unlucky guy before another magic sword, apparently even nastier than this one." he says tapping Aldonite against the floor "Before it can drive him sword-crazy and drive the world to ruin somehow." he finishes doing his best to ignore the smouldering discontent of the sword but failing. "and whenever I don't do what it wants it gives me migraines." he adds for little other reason than to spite the cantankerous intelligence.
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"I should not prefer it to entropy?" he asks a little dryly "I hear its a sweeter deal than the death of everything might offer." he adds somewhat bluntly as he takes up his sword again and feels it raging in his mind at surrendering it for even a moment; he puts his freehand to the temple of his helm "Certainly hope so, I could use one." he says as he follows her into the bar. <So far so good, if its gonna be anything like the last few quests Stonehenge has hooked me up with I just need to stick around and wait for whatever needs fixing to present itself.> "Oh I'm black knight by the way, pleasure to meet you." he adds as an almost afterthought.
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"Yeah...sorta a thing in history with martial nobility, generally they're held in a fond regard despite being bullies who...pick on farmers..." he feels a pang of slight guilt for his actions against hank as harmless as they were and quickly moves to change the subject "pretty nasty piece of work, huh?" he says partially interested in just how much she managed to glean from her brief examination "I mean, all swords kinda are; thats the point of swords i guess...but this one is just that little bit worse...makes me wish I could spew hellfire instead." He freezes up a little bit when she enquires after the swords origin, a thing he didn't quite know rightly himself and one that brought up uncomfortable feelings and memories for himself of dark days spent gazing listlessly at the ceiling in a small flat. "That is a long and potentially Identity compromising story, could we maybe go somewhere a little more private before I answer that one?" he asks as he turns the events over in his head and tries to censor them enough to make for a informative but not revealing tale of events. "I will say however that it sought me out and things got really complicated since." hoping that this is enough for now.
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He pauses for a moment and gives it thought as he looks over attire a thought occurs to him that didn't before maybe she's a super hero too so there was no need to keep up the act if such was the case; Though he wasn't truly comfortable letting go of the sword he'd found he was never really all that comfortable holding it so despite its protesting through projected images and portents he decides to take the chance. "Uuhm....okay." he says as he relinquishes his grip on the hit and lets it clatter to the ground before him, handle lying away from him, trying to make it so he couldn't just snatch it up suddenly and stab anyone "I can have it back after right? I'm supposed to do that thing I mentioned." he adds meekly "Being all spooky and antiquated is sorta my thing I guess..being the black knight and what not...sometimes helps calm people down when they think they're getting what they expect." he mumbles as he tries to explain his current change in dialogue and demeanor "Doesn't work all the time." he says rubbing at the back of his helmet as thoughts of hank hick cross his mind.
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Seeing a woman whom is by comparison much smaller and lither than himself going to grasp her jewelery he makes a obvious if pretentious leap of logic, raising his free hand in none aggression he says very calmly and concisely "Please, I mean you no harm milady; despite my dour looks I am no blackguard." he says, playing the part as much as he can, it had helped so much in Greenland after all "it is not my intend to rob thee of thy possessions." he reaffirms as he gestures to her bracelets. "I have simply been summoned by the spirits of the standing stones to do a task, though i confess i am unsure what they require of me." it was almost the truth to, his sword had started screaming demands at him again and he'd gone to Stonehenge to try and pacify it, then with a rush of blackness been hauled to what he now throughly suspected was actual-china. <Really hope she speaks English or this will be another fine mess I've gotten myself into.>
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Ulysses found himself back where he'd begun, all in all not a bad ending to a unexpected journey and boy did he like that book; turning to regard annie as she clung to him like a spooked cat he gently tries to snap her out of it. "End of the line; Welcome to Earth prime." he says softly as he leads her out of the shop and after synapse, intending to put his two pence into affairs like any good meddling old man in his position would, careful not to drag annie into anything or get in the way of the firemen as they set about their work. <Wonder how bobs holding up....>
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Once again he'd heard the call of the ancient stones through the sword, Once more he'd set forth to answer and walked into heart of the circle to be taken where he needed to be and just like the other times he'd not stuck the landing quite as well as he would've liked, but at least this time he'd managed to stay standing and keep a grip on his sword as he passed from the swirling darkness of the gate and out into the streets of what he hoped was China town America for no reason other than he was fairly certain he didn't speak mandarin. <Another fine mess ive gotten myself into....What do you think they want this time eh, Aldonite?> he ponders as he regards the sheathed blade for a moment before turning to scan the street and giving a slight wave of none aggressive greeting; something about portals of the wailing Utterdark did tend to put people on edge. <lets not have another hank hick on our hands...smile and wave.>
