valtiel [zombie invasion raid]

In contrast to the ostentatious horse the Godfather rode into battle on, Berry’s horse galloped in on four legs and did not boast any additional pieces of armour or weaponry. It was a white, trust steed she took care of regularly and helped her get through terrains that weren’t made of ridiculously hot sand, ice, sewers, or death swamps. Speaking of all those lovely vacation spots, it looked like Scoria was as dreadful as she imagined it to be. As someone who specialized in life energy, it was easy to discern the stench of death.
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In a partial face palm, rubbing her forehead and drawing laboured breaths at the possibility of painful death and never-ending torture in the form of becoming a mindless corpse, Berry attempted to get her bearings together. It might have been that she was the only one uncomfortable with the idea of locking horns with that near twenty-meter, bat-dragon-thing abomination, but what else was new? Everyone was always borderline suicidal.
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And then came the high-pitched shrieking noise, which reminded her of something between a blood-curdling dying bird, bat, and human all at once. Covering her ears, which might have been bleeding, she repeatedly attempted to reassure herself that everything was going to be okay; but that was pretty dang hard! At least their leader thought it would be fine, anyway…
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Summary: Arrived as mentioned in Anniken's summary. Regrets life choices.
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As if coordinated (100% was), Ivory too rode in on an snowy white steed. Her own remained plain in comparison to Anniken's, albeit it wore plated iron armor. She did not want the friendly beast to lose it's life after it left the battlefield. After all, she would not long be riding on it once the wretched 'mother of shitbrains' was confronted. Hell, she was sure half of these volunteer warriors would lose their mount by the end of the night, if not their own lives. Poor things.

With a mild frown, followed with an annoyed one, Ivory cringed at the Mother's shriek. It certainly wasn't happy, was it? "We should spear those lungs soon, I can't be listening that shit all night." The partial take-over which had been her OS trademark would reverse back into her cranium then, her wolven ears vanishing from sight. Unlike the Godfreys, she was fortunate enough to dampen her own enhanced hearing at whim.

'Ahooo!'

At least someone is having fun.

Ivory's faint smile rose out of affection for the youngest Godfrey, although she could not help but feel concerned about their third member; Berry. She knew Ret would be fine. But Berry? Out of instinct, Ivory lightly tapped her steed's haunch, sending it forward to catch up to Anni as well as to surpass their healer. Miss Everret should stay far in the back. Without her they might not stand a chance, after all. Besides, the poor thing looked outright horror-struck, and maybe an extra body in front of her would do well to comfort that.

Summary: Like half of team OS, she too shows up on white steed. Annoyed at the monster's loud axx mouth. Concerned about Berry and amused by Mercy. Hasn't really noticed anyone else outside of her guild, aside from the causal thought that most of them and their mounts [if applicable] might die.

Orion Prima

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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
— Attack 2: N/A
— Damage recieved: 0
— Conditions: ??

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

——Potential damage: N/A

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

Kibi Kabat's turn has been skipped. Kaida Lux, your turn!

Wait - where did Ret go?
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At one point, like many others, he rode upon the back of a noble steed. However, he was no longer atop it.
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Well, actually, it was absolutely no mystery. He only really disappeared to the side - into a literal tank he manifested with his Embodiment magic. So much for not making too much noise using vehicles; but the tank did not stay with the group. It broke off from them and headed directly for the beast.
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Of course, Ret was not about to NOT fire the canon. It was the majority of the reason he even created the thing. From inside, vague cries of, “WOOOOOOO!” could be heard. They grew fainter as he moved away and not long after, an explosive projection shot the shell right at the beast’s chest.

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Summary: Ret is in a tank. He shot at the beast.

Sovereign knew that the waves of these undead beasts would be endless, that is unless they attacked the root of the problem. The source of the maggots, the magic, the sinister control over rotten flesh and bone. Yes, it was time to head to Scoria.

It wasn't something he was keen on, for everyone knows that the region is simply an inhabitable wasteland where dangerous magics and mutated creatures lurk, the town seemed to churn up and spit out new monstrous creations every now and then, and this time, it was zombies. Though the ear splitting wail that cut through the air sounded nothing like the shambling corpses he had come across.

Whatever made that screech was large, and likely more powerful. A danger that needed to be eradicated.

And so, Sovereign made his way to the location as quick as he could, with one goal in mind - to simply dispose of the source and whatever beasts it created.

Cheshire Copeland

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HP: 220/220 | MP: 115/115

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ATK: 02
DEF: 23 / AC: 22
HEAL: 00
STAM: 11
Level: 04

MAGIC.

Defense
Attack 1. #.
Attack 2. #.
Damage received: #
Conditions: #

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

Inventory
Kisses (T1 Mace).

Lumbering forward, the abomination advanced towards the stench of the living. Southward-bound, it continued to make its way towards the city’s entrance in hopes of satiating its undying appetite for flesh. This placed the shambling beast in the middle of the city—the place that would have been referred to as its square in prosperous times. Now it was an expanse of rubble and dilapidated buildings, a jungle of broken concrete and rust.
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The living seemed to be approaching from each direction. From the north, from the south, from the west, and from the east. After all, the communities figured by flanking the creature from every imaginable angle they could gain an advantage. It could smell them; death did not rob the creature of its animalistic, keen senses.
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Nobody moved an inch—at least not until someone tried to shoot the monster with a tank.
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It managed to scrape its way to the side to move out of the way of the massive round, knowing such an implement would have torn clean through its chest had it connected. Despite its large frame, it demonstrated a surprising amount of agility. Before it could react further, was under siege again.
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This time by a ball of flame that soared in from the sky. A flash of steel and flame spiraled and sliced across its body, causing it to screech in agony at a volume that could be heard for miles.
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The rest of the fighters chose to take this as their impromptu cue to attack—and they did. Unified roars and battle cries tore the atmosphere asunder, and hordes of armed fighters charged towards the beast. This signified the start of the battle. Armed with archaic weapons such as swords, spears, maces, and a few remnants of modern technology such as firearms, they too put the creature under fire. It shielded itself with one of its wings—these non-mages were less effective than the first wave of magic attacks.
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Using its claws to send the mass of attackers flying, the undead beast let out another horrifying screech. Sound waves emanated imbued with dark magic; it would challenge the willpower of everyone within Scoria. Should they be incapable of resisting the invasive, terrifying magic, they would feel rightfully afraid of the creature. This would be to the point where it would inhibit their attacks.
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The bulbous sack on its back spread open like a grotesque flower. Appearing like a trypophobics worst nightmare, this porous lining of rotting tissue was covered in stinking slime. Housed within were millions upon millions of larvae and swollen flies and beetles. In an instant, clouds of parasitic insects polluted Scoria and the skies above it, seeking out the living. Should they be unable to ward away the insects, they would dig into the flesh by way of their razor-sharp mandibles, attempting to eat everyone from the inside out.
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Indeed, the process was simple. Kill the living from the inside, and lay eggs in their body that would serve as new reanimated hosts of this morbid blight. Already, Scoria was filled with a cacophony of frantic screams from the ill-prepared.
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From within the insect smog, the “mother” abomination would lash out towards one of the wizards who attacked her. It slashed at the feline with a talon perched at the end of one of its expansive wings.
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Jax Noctis A.J. Godfrey Berry Everett-Bailey Mercy Godfrey Ivory Volkov Orion Prima Kaida Lux tsu2@ Notorious B.I.G. Sovereign Pale Cheshire Copeland