Dog brains [event/closed]

The two spears flew straight and true, clearly confident in themselves or the other to keep them safe and protect them from the horrors that lie in the mutated wasteland of Scoria. As the hound and the over-excited wizard ventured deeper into the area, they'd hear and probably see a strange mound of earth raised as high as a chair. An odd light glowed from it, as it bubbled and popped. Then from the bubble of mud, burst forth a zombie with maggots clung to its body like hair.

With it's rotten jaw unhinged, it roared loudly as mud and blood sprayed from its gullet, and soon, it began running forwards with clunky yet quick movements. When it got close enough to Ivory, it would swipe outwards with unnaturally long arms, maggots flying through the air as it did so.

Ivory Volkov , Mercy Godfrey

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HP: 60/60 | MP: 100/100

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ATK: 7
DEF: 6
STAM: 3
Level: 01

MAGIC.
Zombie Physiology 

Defense
Attack 1. Hit or miss.
Attack 2. Hit or miss.
Damage received: ??
Conditions: ??

Offense
Standard Action.
Basic Attack.
— Attack Roll: 47aDHyoR + 4
— Condition Roll: roll here
Bonus Action.
— Effect: ??
Potential damage: 7

As they charged, Ivory's canine sharpened senses tried to fight the overwhelming scent of the miasma that flooded Scoria's forsaken streets. Had she been in her original form, she'd of certainly elected to put on a gas mask before entering, but Mercy seemed to have no concern over the putrid gas that permeated this hellish place. She tried to breath only through her mouth, panting like a mad overheating beast as she ran ahead, paws uncomfortably pounding into several freshly upturned patches of mud and dirt.

When movement occurred ahead, a mound of bubbling mud rising and glowing, she realized that the other patches she'd skirted across must've also went through the same process. And it all made sense when the maggot ridden shitbrain emerged, grunting it's desperately hungry rumble and spewing filth from it's dangling jaw. Covered in mud, maggots and coagulated blood, it charged toward her. She reacted as any dog would, returning it's guttural cry with her own throaty thunder. It was surprisingly speedy and, along with her own momentum, they met quickly. The undead swung it's hand down at her, but it's fingers only met the incredible thickness of her fur, tugging it as a loud thwak resounded from it's head in simultaneous regard. Mercy had slung her flagpole down on it in sync, evidently protecting her dog.

With a wag of a tail displaying her quiet pleasure at the girl's devotion to her beast, Ivory would lunge her mouth toward the thing's leg, attempting to shred into it and throw it off-balance. As any dog would, she tried to keep the fact of maggots and rot out of her mind.. even if it would soon be in her mouth. Roleplaying as a convincing dog was a tough business. But at least if she threw the thing off balance, she'd be able to access it's head more easily in this form.

Mercy Godfrey & wicker

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HP: 200 | MP: 100

ATK: 20
DEF: 0
HEAL: 0
STAM: 10
Level: 1

Magic.
DEFENSE
— Attack 1: Miss | Basic Attack
— Attack 2: N/A
— Damage recieved: 0
— Conditions: ??

Offense
STANDARD ACTION.
— Attack Roll: 6LvObgOk + 10
— Condition Roll: n/a
BONUS ACTION.
— Effect: ??

——Potential damage: 20 + 4 [T1 bonus]

INVENTORY
[T1] Take-Over: Pointy Bits [Fang/Claws]

Recalling her sister's instructions to not take things too seriously, a maniacal cackle let loose from Mercy's throat as her flagpole met its target with a satisfying 'thwack!'. She continued laughing, even as her makeshift weapon was yanked out of her hands, now a permanent fixture of the zombie's visage.
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"Good girl, Freki!" She chirped, clapping her hands together in praise of her trusty canine comrade. The applause was soon ceased as the zombie proved itself to be a festering nest of even more maggots.
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"Eeek!" She squealed, more out of surprise than disgust. However, Mercy did not back away. Not when her brave dog was in the heart of the battle! Biting into that maggot-ridden thing, to boot!
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She had neglected to realise that the maggots were poisonous and so thus brazenly reached out to grasp the end of her flagpole again to immobilise the zombie's head and by extension, it's movements. Even when the maggots swarmed along the length of the flagpole to bite against her forearms, she refused to give up her grip, instead shaking her arms to rid herself of the pests before they could bite her.

Maggots rained down, exploding and popping as corrosive acid burnt into the ground in hot pursuit of Mercy. But she was fast and nimble, avoiding the attack completely as she charged inwards and grabbed hold of the metal pole. It was firmly lodged into the zombies face, and after she got a firm grip of it, she used it to her advantage again to grapple it and prevent the zombie from moving properly. 

Ivory, in her large dog form, would bound over with her incredible size and leap through the air. Her hefty weight slamming into the zombie and slamming it into the ground, creating a loud and sickening squelch underneath her giant paws as it practically exploded under her weight. Whatever formed the creature had now splattered everywhere, the maggots flying through the air and landing on the ground with no life in them at all. 

They had worked quickly and efficiently to put down this zombie, and their teamwork had paid off. All that lay before them now was a mangled heap of flesh, bone and insect larvae. 

Ivory Volkov , Mercy Godfrey

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HP: dead | MP: 80/100

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ATK: 7
DEF: 6
STAM: 3
Level: 01

MAGIC.
Zombie Physiology 

Defense
Attack 1 (grapple). Hit.
Attack 2. Hit.
Damage received: 40 
Conditions: ??

Offense
Standard Action. 
— Attack Roll: 
— Condition Roll: 
Bonus Action.
— Effect: ??
Potential damage: 

All Ivory could think of when the zombie was flattened beneath her weight was plain and simply: Holy fuck, I need a year-long bath. Her entire underside was covered with it's wet decay, a dripping rot that choked her senses with acute poignancy. Meanwhile, Mercy was clueless to the enhanced state of disgust her supposed canine was going through. Instead, she was cheering a victorious cry, and even, mindlessly, came to Freki's level and threw her arms around her drenched neck.

The praise was, however, met with a motionless tail and awkwardly positioned ears. In fact, the dog's body began a heaving motion, evidently sickened by the day's events.. and rightfully so; dog or not, she doubted any sane creature could stand to be covered in this level of decay without getting an upturned stomach.

Oops, sorry, Mercy.

Her heaving ended with vomit, and if the girl hadn't moved quickly enough, she'd of ejected right down her side, having been wrapped in the girls' hug.

Hopefully the girl showed mercy and would decide their little adventure was over after that.

Mercy Godfrey

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HP: 200 | MP: 100 

ATK: 20
DEF: 0 [10 to hit]
HEAL: 0
STAM: 10
Level: 1

Magic.
Take-Over

DEFENSE
— Attack 1: N/A {Ability Name}
— Attack 2: HIT OR MISS {Ability Name}
— Damage recieved: 0
— Conditions: ??

Offense
STANDARD ACTION: N/A
— Attack Roll: N/A + 10
— Condition Roll: n/a
BONUS ACTION.
— Effect: ??

——Potential damage: #

INVENTORY
[T1] Take-Over: Pointy Bits [Fang/Claws]