Exalted Champloo - Episode 2 - "Like Spinning Plates"

[Tokiwong]

Dancing Snow, Alamar, and Swallow all act on Tick 15.

 

[KentArnold]

Swallow grimaces as she is easily parried. "At least I'm good as a distraction." she mutters.

"It seems her plan backfired. Just like sharks. Feeding frenzy."

He grinned, speaking softly, just to Swallow, "Join the crowd, Swallow. Frankly, if I had any ale with me, I could probably pour a glass for you and me and let them take care of the bloody work."

Then he focused his attention on the shark-men, "Glory may go to the one with the kills, but victory goes to the one who keeps his men alive and unharmed."

He purposely dug his lance into a dead body, pulling blood up, coating the blade in blood, knowing that this will draw the shark-men to him.

He grinned and moved quickly and carefully, trying to find uninjured shark-men, and quickly slashing into them, seeing to draw enough blood to make the others consider him a meal. He made sure the attacks were high enough to get to their noses quickly.

"Don't worry about the kills! Wound them, draw blood, let the enemy work for us!"

OOC: Using the extra blood on his blade to help draw the shark-men to any targets he injures. Flurry, attacking any two uninjured shark-men, not going for kills, but trying to draw major amounts of blood(so as to make shark-men attack them).

Willpower 6
Personal Essence: 6 / 12
Periphereal Essence: 18 / 18

Soak
8L/8B
Hardness
3L/3B

Base DVs
Dodge: 5
Parry: 5

 

[Shalimar]

The Night Caste girl's hands continued to blur as her form was bathed in a pulsating white and roaring tiger was overlaid on her features as she wove more and more motes of essence into the delicate fingers as they plucked and pulled at the string of her golden bow. The girl's next targets were those closest to Swallow and Alamar. Voren and ancing Snow could andle themselves, but Alamar was old, and Swallow not very used to the ways of the sword. Her last arrow even flashed along Swallow's cheek before it struck a wyld barbarian just beyond her.

Activating Trance of Unhesitating Speed for 6 motes of Peripheral Essence, letting me make 3 attacks at once with no penalties and only a -1 to ddv.

Orichalum Long Powerbow (3)[Includes Silent Wind's Stats]
Speed 6, Accuracy 12, Rate 3, Range 400, Broadhead 10L

Personal Essence: 12
Periphereal Essence: 10 (18-12+4)
DDV: 7 (8-1)

 

[Tokiwong]

Silent Wind gets 7 successes on the first attack, the Dodge DV reduces that to 4 successes for 10 raw damage after armor reduction, another goes down. She scores 8 successes on the next attack, for a total of 5 after DV reduction. Netting 11 raw damage after armor, another dies. She gets 7 successes on the last strike, netting all 7 since it was injured and nets 13 raw damage, killing a third! Her Two-Die stunt is successful. Combat is Over.

Her anima flaring, she strikes down three more with perfectly aimed arrows. They collapse at the feet of her Circle, and the blood is slick on the ground as the creatures descend on their brethren and drag their corpses away to finish their meals.

There is only silence… and blood.

 

[KentArnold]

Her anima flaring, she strikes down three more with perfectly aimed arrows. They collapse at the feet of her Circle, and the blood is slick on the ground as the creatures descend on their brethren and drag their corpses away to finish their meals.

There is only silence… and blood.

He bends down to clean his blade off of any blood on anything handy that isnt his.

"We've proved to them we've got some power. Now we have to talk the talk. Swallow ... you're the Titan now. Remember that as we deal with them. They try this again and we'll drop a blood bath on them so fierce they'll be eating their own for weeks to come."

Once his blade is clean he wraps it up again, "I know, you don't care for the taste of Wyld-tainted creatures. Live with it."

He seems to be speaking to the blade, as if it understands him. Makes you wonder a bit about his sanity. That, or it makes you wonder about just what he's barely got under his control, or whether its got him under its control. No wonder he keeps the blade under wraps.

 

[Tokiwong]

The circle can almost hear a whisper coming from Alamar's dire lance, "I Hunger..."

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Swallow glances to the lance. "Okay, that is not a good sign at all."

 

[KentArnold]

Swallow glances to the lance. "Okay, that is not a good sign at all."

He sighs and shakes his head, "Let's worry about the Lunar."

He glares at the lance, "Quite you. You may yet get a chance to feast to your hearts content. Someone who is drenched in power."

 

[Aenion]

As the barbarians feast on their own, Snow relaxes, wrinkling her nose in disgust, "Disgusting... I guess it's a draw," she grins at Sand Rat, "Nice shooting Temari," she cleans the blood from Ivory Rain with a piece of cloth torn from one of the barbarians clothes, "If our fishy lunar princess is as easily satisfied as they are, this will be a walk in the park."

She frowns at Alamar's spear, "When this is over you are going to explain to me where you got that ghastly thing."

 

[Tokiwong]

A figure leaps up onto a pillar some twenty feet high, springing from the tropical leafy trees. He crouches low, a white mask obscuring half his face with a toothy grin contrasting with his dark skin long red-blonde dreadlocks cascade around the mask and face. He holds a staff with large hoop rings on one end. He wears a yellow robe girding his slim build.

But the grin remains as he looks down, “Welcome guests, the Goddess awaits you… oh yes… she awaits you. She has prepared a lovely dinner for those that dare to defy her; it would honor her if these upstarts of the Sun would join her.”