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Having been knocked out of his momentum by the eye watering blast of energy ulysses takes a moment to asses the situation around him and re-evaluate, making for a group of beleaguered UNISON troops at a more conserved but none the less urgent pace he once more lashes out, with a lariat to the mechanical monstrosities, easily catching one by the collarbone and caving its ribs the other, by dint of his less all out speed or the loss of momentum from the first impact manages to withstand him and simply stumbles backwards. "Sorry to interrupt ladies and gents." he calls back to the troops behind him as he squares off with the surviving antibody "figure id try holding the line whilst you think theirs." he half explains as puts the footwork, learned and earned in bar-rooms across the continents to work, trying to ignore the enraged spirit of industry in his head demanding the utter destruction of the "Anathemic Stagnation." of the communion. <Old Indie is starting to get a bit riled up.> he broadcasts across the mental link, hoping those who knew what it meant would be able to prepare should he lapse into its control.
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Sticking with what works ulysses will continue clobbering ground forces and trust in his allies to deal with the flying ones, not charging this time however he'll just move up and try to make the most of it, taking 10.
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Ulysses >Dining Out >Spirit of the Blitz Moon-Moth >Only Hope >Edge of the black >Ghost In the Machine >Tales of the praetorians Black Knight >American vikings
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1d20+12=18 Gonna re roll it, too early to be getting dazed i feel. 1d20+12=16+10=26
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Moon-Moth felt a slight pricking through his chitin covered fingers even as his large eyes watched the aura of the spell flicker and swell in colours he honestly thought were unimaginable to none-Lanternains, the kind of colour that was how gold bricks wrapped in a banana skin tasted, it was beautiful to behold all the same and he'd taken quite a fancy to trying to share it with others through his works as an artist more than a millennia ago now; He really needs to stop reminiscing like that or he'll find himself reliving the nightmare that brought an end to that particular era of his life. "It is my Theories that following standard tactics the antibodies will attempt to disable the vessel by boarding at key points, like the bridge, engineering and power." giving a slight glance to vrynda as he remembers her miraculous emergence from the heart of the devotion. "I wills cover the bridge, I and the captain are familiar to a degree." he gives a slight incline of his head to the gathered beings before him. "Good lucks." as he heads out past seika he adds somewhat cheerfully "and happy huntings." his forcefield flickering into existence in the signature wave of amalgamated colour he lifts from the floor and sets off towards the bridge at a steady but rapid pace, antenna rigidly locked into the aggressive pointing positions, ready to bring his bolts to bare.
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Moon-moth will speak briefly and head towards the bridge floating because its faster, readying his action to blast any antibodies that might drop in on him as he goes. figures they'll attempt to disable the vessel to make sure it can't escape first so its one of the vital areas that need supervising. just his reasoning on the matter.
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Temperance is using the Laptop as the focus for a ritual that will digitize us and bring us into the communions cyberspace existence to help citizen, till temperance completes it we need to keep the antibodies away from her, potentially by splitting up and destroying them once they've boarded or whatever might occur to you to do to keep them away from it. Or at least thats my understanding.
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1d20+10=25 Moon-moths on a roll lately.
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going to be interrupting caels turn after chat discussion. teleport me closer i want to hit it with my sword. gonna use "still a sword" outside of the array accurate attack for +3/-3 averaging out to +7 DC22 1d20+7=19
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For Hale to say he was surprised to see phantasmo there fighting the skeletal t-rex would be a lie, having gone through so much in such a short time it was really more of and intriguing footnote, holding off on replying immediately he instead draws his sword and in a single sweeping slash opens up his corridor of swirling darkness before him and takes a short leap through, reappearing next to one of the massive petrified shins of the ancient creature he lashes out, only a moments hesitation at defacing what might well have been a irreplaceable bit of natural history as he tests tyrants mettle on aldonites steel. "Well-met phantasmo, Friend of thine?" he asks gesturing to the behemoth above even as winds up for his next strike, aldonite's patterning blazing like a purple brand as its magics well up in the blade.
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Moon-moth quietly appraises the situation before him, turning the problems presented to him over in his rather peculiar mind as he tries to unravel the defenses and circumstances before him, it was likely that three praetorians could storm such a base successfully, that much was for certain but it would be taxing even for them, they might've tried to sneak their way into the base but knowing the lor they'd probably have a much wider sensor array than they could mundanely hide from. true he could use his magic to create over for them, but he was fairly new to that particular spell, having only picked it up a short few decades ago, he wasn't sure how much fine control he would have over it and making his allies and himself as unable to percive as his enemies seemed a rather pointless thing to do. "Hmm, maybes we could take advantage of their perceived strength and control of the situation..." he offers at last "manipulate the soldiers into thinking they captured us and bringing us into their castles through the front door." he offers to traveller and kharag .well aware of his compatriots warrior pride he none the less presents the best tactical option he believes he has come up with. "bypassing their defences rather than overcoming thems." he turns to traveller "maybe you could disguise as one of the soldiers incases of they gets a bit blaster happy."
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Having allowed himself a moment of weakness and humility moon-moth tucks those feelings away once more, these people didn't need an apologic myothizar, they needed a warrior mystic with the power to help them hold back the silver tides, they needed moon-moth the praetorian. "Indeeds, I believes I am ready now." he says as he removes his fingers from their cotemplatory steeple and rises from his chair. He allows himself a single moment more of empathy however before he steels his heart directly addressing citizen one last time "I believes a scientist friend of mine once tolds me, Absence of proofs is not the proof of absences...i have lived a long time i have seen many strange what i would consider impossible lifeforms...I don't thinks you'd be able to worry about it if you didn't have one." before giving a curt nod and turning to face vyrdna. "Once more unto the beach."
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Better question, do we want to sneak up on them? or stomp on up and be the biggest dang heroes.
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Myoth felt the familiar pang of guilt in his breast once more, the universes gentle reminder that he must keep an open mind he figured, he'd been neglectful to a young man who even now prepared to march into a cloud of enemies in the hope of turning the silver tide back, how could he doubt such a being had something of a soul in the face of such evidence? though it troubled him to think that mayhaps something of the countless beings he'd put to rest had survived their integration with the communions hive mind, in his heart of hearts it also gave him small comfort to think that they had not been entirely erased. "I, Ams Myothizar A'lira, First of the moonborn, Scion of the great migration, Praetor of the ancient delzatri empire, Master of my peoples art, Omelette chef" slight inflections of pride and self esteem seeping through at that last one his antenna droop as with a sight he continues "I am very old, very tired and as i face down the praetorians greatest foes once more, a little bit afraids." he intones with a small voice before fixing his violet eyes upon citizen "and i ask you forgives me for my selfish foolery, sharl of tronik" he says hanging his head in what he hoped was a universal gesture of shame "I worries that mayhaps as you retain much of your self, i have slain those who may have been saved froms the communions grasps...and selfishies elected to ignore yous in favors of not ponderings of such terrible things." he says quietly, "But you has shown that yours is the heart of a hero, worthy of whatever honours your peoples will bestow upon you for your deeds this day." he says puffing up visibly mane sparkling and frizzing as his power surges through him like adrenalin of the soul as he looks around the room at the beings before him, reminded almost instantly of his knighting ceremony all those years ago on distant delzat, surrounded by strangers and bound with them by the call to action in defense of the innocent "Ifs I survives this day, I will see the tales of your heroics passed down to those who come after...so they know such evil can be thwarted and has been, twice, so long as it is opposed."
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Ulysses gives a nod of acknowledgement to the professor in his brief respite before returning to the fury of the battle, thundering along the ground at his top speed , fissuring the concrete beneath his tread as he takes mighty strides and once more brings his balled fist to bear with the pent up power building in his steely sinews, this time in a short sharp jab that craters the armoured chest of the antibody before him like whatever strange metal they were comprised of was paper thin aluminium, a short calculated hop carrying him swiftly out of the path of an apendage swung in retribution and crashing shoulder first into another antibody with his inexorable momentum, sending it skittering away like a shunted coal truck. <Anyone need assistance with the ground forces? I seem to be ploughing through them so far.> he intones over the mental network as he ducks and weaves backwards to make ready his next charge against the horde before him.
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is it possible for moon moth to teleport over the side from which we're approaching and give the illusion of a still image over enough of the building to make a stealthy approach easier?
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"The pleasures all Mine." Ulysses Responds universally, he'd never quite gotten the finer points of conversation down, he'd lived his life a blunt instrument, whatever barbs he might've held worn smooth by time and exposure, though he also felt that this made him a bit more open minded about things than many men his age were or at the very least more so than his cantankerous old man, though it wouldn't stop him from trying to act the part. "Pleasant evening to you." he offers as he takes a seat, mindful not to put his elbows on the table, it was the one table manner he had ingrained over his years even if it was to save the elbows of his shirts rather than any idea of etiquette, turning to regard Lady Pennington when she spoke "A most generous offer indeed." giving a wry smile to Mr sloan as he took up a menu and began the process of trying to figure out what the names printed within meant.
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Ill charge into a the next cluster swinging.
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Ulysses sets himself upon the screaming monstrosities with a guttural roar of his own, thundering across the distance to the nearest cluster of foes without so much as a thought he pulls back his fist and racing with it parallel to the ground follows through with an uppercut that crumples the cyberforms jaw even as it lifts the shambling mass of metal and flesh off the ground as his other hand swings out and grasps its ankles with force enough to crumple the sleek metal of the servos and shatter whatever remains of the bone beneath; Making the most of his momentum he puts himself into a spin, lashing out at two nearby drones, catching them squarely with disabled antibodies limp appendages and sending them tumbling away in a slight tailspin. <From first strike of thunder, a storm soon is born.> Ulysses muses through the mental link as the voice of coiled lightning filters through his blood filled ears,
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Ill make full use of takedown attack 2, taking 10's and hopefuly names, or serial numbers as the case may be. using the grabbed antibody as a club
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ah bother, ill have a edit up shortly. Edit Made.
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Slightly disheartened by the collective choice to hold onto these dark thoughts and feelings moon-moth can do little more than incline his head sadly, but if they insisted the communions corpse thralls were theirs to beat like the proverbial dead horse, maybe it would help them, maybe it was just him who took no satisfaction in dismembering the communions victims, then again when he last faced these foes they'd been wearing the faces of beings he'd known, beings he still remembered for their small quirks, beings he'd saw being broken and made into the shambling monstrosities he'd been forced to put down. "I hopes it brings you peace then." he states as matter of factly as he can "It will at leasts hopefully give the mechanized corpses some."
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Moon-moth silently wished his new compatriots good luck as he departed in the small shuttle-craft with sitara, his hangover now mixed with anxiety at what he felt was certainly a test of both the groups and the individuals it was comprised of, his antenna flicking agitatedly in the air as he quickly ran over the various focusing and concentration mantras that had been drilled into his head by Tae'lun decade after decade, a load bearing pillar in any mystics power was his ability to focus but counter balanced with the ability to back off and view the bigger picture when the time called for it, but then magic relied on holding completely contradictory ideas in the first place. Turning to Sitara he tried to take his mind of his quite irrational worries and the buzzing in his ears he attempts to strike up a light hearted conversation with her "So, gladdened you knows how to flying this thing.." he says nonchalantly as he tilts his head left and right, trying to make sense of the console before him "I am not passed my test yet." he admits sheepishly.as he swivels a little bit in his chair.
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damage and grapple if possible. but improved grab doesn't work on things larger than Him.
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I will take 10 then for 18 or 20 with the plus 2 for a charge (?) Grapple check if that hits 1d20+26=28 bah humbug.
