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You've spent hours wondering. All of them, fruitless. And though you've come to know the trails, each curving road has started looking the same. The sun fades. Its light, replaced by the bright torch in your hand. Frustration kicks you off the road, forcing you through thick brush. Low hanging bristles flutter along your shoulder. Their touch almost feels human.
Though the day had been hot with little wind, clouds nonexistent, the night swings more humid. You could almost feel a dry fog forming and each breath comes thin. As you wander passed some disturbed berry bush, you hear a voice. Soft at first. It grows louder.
“Help me.” The young man cries.
You swing around as torchlight chases the shadows between withering trees. There's no cover between them and you wonder how you hadn't seen the young man before. You speak your peace, telling him you've come to take him home. His only response.
“Help me.”
Same tone. Urgent, yet empty. You step closer, he doesn't move. He hasn't since you found him. The kid's chest stays in place. His back, straight. He hasn't blinked. It almost looks like he's staring right passed you. Turning around reveals nothing.
“Help me.” He cries again.
You step closer, stomach folding. Had the air grown colder in precious seconds? Another step and the man drops onto all fours. You draw your weapon as he lunges with inhuman speed.
Roll D10. You may attack first if your speed is higher than the rolled value. If your speed is lower than the rolled value, the young man attacks first.
Young Man Type: Monster Movement: D8 Weapon: Ripped Hands, MT 4 HT 90
Level 2 HP 18 | STR 7 | MAG 0 | SKL 5| SPD 7 | DEF 5 | RES 2
Cursing under his breath as he is most likely too late to save the man if it is who he's looking for, Kazmael would bring up his left armored gauntlet to ward the creatures possible attacks while he get's his bearing and to see if things aren't entirely as they seem. After all it is possible they are still somewhat sentient... Doubtful, but you never know till you try. Thinking all of this quickly while it lunges he'd narrow his eyes, ready to counterattack as the unnatural cold continues to reach him even through his armor.
Worn out boots tear apart, exposing rotting toes as the man bolts up. Flesh rips away each time he paws through the dirt. No blood. No muscle. His fingers don't even react when the nails peel away, revealing the gray scales beneath them. He lunges, dead faced, as his mouth rips open.
Young Man Type: Monster Movement: D8 Weapon: Ripped Hands, MT 4 HT 90 Level 2 HP 18 | STR 7 | MAG 0 | SKL 5| SPD 7 | DEF 5 | RES 2
Young Man's attack on Kazmael, chance of 91: xGlWaJ531d100
Hit, damage dealt: 1
Rancid jaws lock around @kazmal's metal arm. Fragile teeth clamped. Their force, shattering against the gauntlet. His teeth scattered, tumbling down Kazmael's arm as he clamped harder. Metal bent around Kazmael's flesh, cutting loose trails around it.1d100
Though there is a slight bit of pain from the bite he would just sigh lightly at the result of waiting. "So be it.. Since your too far gone I'll put you out of your misery, for you and your family." Saying this more to himself then the creature, kazmael would change his grip on the bronze sword and pushing the thing away would thrust his sword at it.
Kazmael's attack on Young man(?), chance of 92: RFxHb6_f1-100
Hit, damage dealt: 3
Right after the shove his sword's thrust would connect with the things shoulder not a second after. Even with the solid hit he'd seem somewhat disappointed. "It seems I miscalculated. I was going to stab through your neck to end things faster for you. Seems that won't be happening sadly."
The young man spins with Kazmael's blow, twisting to the ground with motion that should have snapped his loose spine. Thick, off-colored blood seeped from his shoulder. A stoned face paid it no attention. He tried to push off the ground, only for the shoulder to crack under its weight. The man scrambled to his feet, pouncing with wide eyes and reckless hands.
Young Man Type: Monster Movement: D8 Weapon: Ripped Hands, MT 4 HT 90 Level 2 HP 18 | STR 7 | MAG 0 | SKL 5| SPD 7 | DEF 5 | RES 2
Young Man's attack on Kazmael, chance of 91: sPESfQrH1d100
Hit, damage dealt: 3
Brute force broke the young man's hands against Kazmael's armor. They were more blunt weapons than claws.1d100
Feeling the man monster start hitting his armor he'd sigh once more. "I wonder what made you like this. Perhaps I'll do some investigating on my own afterwords?" Musing to himself while still watching the thing, he'd swing his sword at it again.
Kazmael's attack on Young man(?), chance of 92: C5REzj5p1-100
Hit, damage dealt: 6
Seeing as it seems to rely on it's arms and teeth for attacking with what was seen so far in the fight, his sword would slash the creatures right arm to learn if it's possible to cripple it.
Torn muscle left the young man's right elbow dangling. His shoulder jerked back, with the arm snapping free as he tried to strike. The mangled limb rolled across torn grounds, rolling onto its back while fingers twitched with new decay. The young man barely noticed. The dead face swelled in anger, though its color had faded long ago.
Its left hand struck out with no target. The man scrambled, almost blind in his attack.
Young Man Type: Monster Movement: D8 Weapon: Ripped Hands, MT 4 HT 90 Level 2 HP 18 | STR 7 | MAG 0 | SKL 5| SPD 7 | DEF 5 | RES 2
Young Man's attack on Kazmael, chance of 91: SVSD_MuQ1d100 Hit, damage dealt: 3
His single limb struck into Kazmael's side. The blow was harder than before, as if the creature no longer held back.
Young man's strength has increased by four after this attack. Young man's skill has decreased by four after this attack.
Young Man Type: Monster Movement: D8 Weapon: Ripped Hands, MT 4 HT 90 Level 2 HP 18 | STR 11 | MAG 0 | SKL 1| SPD 7 | DEF 5 | RES 2
Seeing what seemed like an expression of anger and feeling that the thing seems to now be punching even harder than before, he would chuckle very slightly. "So you do seem to feel some emotions.. Or is it just your bodies instinct for survival? Either way, it doesn't matter at this point in the battle."
Though he is a bit wary of the creature seeming to get stronger he'd continue with his earlier plan after crippling it seemed like a success, and would swing his sword at it's legs this time.
Kazmael's attack on Young man(?), chance of 92: T8Ac22ZK1-100
Hit, damage dealt: 6
His swing connects once more with it as his sword would slice along it's rotted legs. After the attack he'd hold his sword at the ready once more as he watches it for any movements or attacks so he may be able to dodge it easier.
The blade cuts clean. Torn, loose leather slides down to his ankle. Its right knee, exposed. The flesh around it, gray in color. Thick, pulsing veins streak dead skin. Decaying muscle peeks. A single step nearly topples the man. A growl starts in his throat, reaching higher pitches as it rings passed yellowed teeth.
Young Man Type: Monster Movement: D8 Weapon: Ripped Hands, MT 4 HT 90 Level 2 HP 18 | STR 11 | MAG 0 | SKL 1| SPD 7 | DEF 5 | RES 2
Knees bent, the creature's mouth hangs open. New, mucus drips from its sopping tongue as it lunges.
Young Man's attack on Kazmael, chance of 87: _9pV2T031d100 Hit, damage dealt: 7
His leg gives out, snapping as he pounces. It falls to the side, spilling discolored grays as he reaches Kazmael. His teeth sink into metal, but the mucus wouldn't penetrate. His bite did little more than bend metal at Kazmael's shoulder.1d100
"There is no reason to keep on going, and yet still you struggle for what nonexistent life you have..." Raising his sword for what will most likely be for the last time in the fight he'd continue. "I came out here to search for a missing hoshidan and you are what I find. If you are them, then keep what little humanity you may have left and perish so that your family and friends will have some peace of mind."
Anger faded. Fear, nonexistent. Kazmael's blade tore through flesh. It devoured muscle, shattering both should and neck. Bronze death froze partway through. Thick, ungodly blood mixed with new, squirming larva. They were black in color, long and thin. They stretched on, growing from a sundered neck. The body gasped. His eyes, widened. They darted, soaking every detail as new fear mixed with terror. As the boy collapsed, the larva ceased moving. The air kept cold.
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