andres ♔ a tiger's waiting to be tamed

[nosdacariad]

♬ clocks - coldplay

WHO || Prince Marcus Andres, Jeanne Gar, Myrilandel de Tanos, Finnick Odair, Spike, Buffy Summers, Sterling Archer, Desmond Descant, Dimitris Sarandis, Lara Tamon, Michael Collins, Dana Green
WHAT || The lost Prince of Andres leads a team of Knights in a coup against Dimitris Sarandis, to reclaim his throne
WHERE || Andres Isle
WHEN || September 19th, 2014
HOW || Actionspam

[ It seems that Wynn was hoping for Sir Mark Sandazhard to reveal his true identity, and to lead the charge against Dimitris Sarandis' tyrannical hold over the island he was born to rule.   He was not disappointed, and Prince Marcus Andres stands poised to lead the group of Knights who he's worked beside for two years, to confront Sarandis, save their friend Kat, and search the castle dungeon for the captive Dragon's Claw, Sir Thomas Bancroft.    

Before they attempt to answer the castle, however, it's time to reunite the Prince with his childhood friends on the Isle, who had long held out hope that he was still alive, including his once-betrothed, Countess Lara Tamon.  Their first task will be to convince Lara to make a risky attempt to draw Kat out of the castle.  

The fate of their captured allies, and the future of Andres Isle, lie in their hands.  ]

Comments

[rationalizes]

[ with a mighty heave, buffy cuts the thing's head off, and it goes rolling across the cave floor, stopping in front of the gun-wielders back in the tunnel. gar is staring in absolute horror, but she manages to get a hold of herself to say: ] We have to cut him out of its stomach! He may still be alright!

[65]

Now might be a good time to try out that sword. [excalibur. HE MEANS EXCALIBUR. PERFORM DRAGON SURGERY WITH IT.]

[nosdacariad]

[ OH RIGHT THE SWORD. mark holsters his gun and looks down at the sword on his other hip, hesitating for only a second before he unsheathes it with a satisfying noise, rushing past the head towards the thing's stomach. he watches it for a moment and then takes the blade with both hands and hews across the creature (atk 25, dmg 22). stomach acid and pieces of creatures flood out... along with spike, who lands face first in the puddle of grossness.

/init ]

[slay]

You know, I'm really thinking about a career change.

[ She wipes pseudo-dragon goo off herself because there's no way she ... decapitated it and didn't get covered in some kind of guts. Looking over at Mark, she sympathizes as he undoubtedly gets a little splattered too. ]

How's politics? Think Andres is gonna need like a Secretary of Food?

[ Lowering her axe to her side, she heads over and reaches out to offer Spike a hand up. ]

[nothingsodivine]

[des sucks in a long breath, sidestepping the severed head.]

Jesus, Mary, Joseph, all three Wise Men, and a handful of shepherds.

[he rubs his face.] Blondie, you'd give nightmares to nightmares. And I mean that as a compliment.

[witchwoman]

Are you alright? [Myri says to Spike (obviously). She can't actually heal him, which is unfortunate. Someone should probably coach her on prepping inflict wounds spells so that she can helpful to her vampire teammates.]

[bigbad]

...I had it right where I wanted it. [Spike lets Buffy pull him up, not even attempting to look convincing about that. He grimaces and shakes his arm, trying to shake the dragon digestive juices off himself.]

Anyone have a towel? Or a cigarette that's not partially digested?

[And then he just looks over at the severed head and Buffy's axe and holy crap.]

Bloody hell.

[nosdacariad]

[ mark just stands over spike with excalibur, making sure he's alright, before adding a wry: ] You're welcome.

[slay]

Ever notice how saying you mean something as a compliment doesn't exactly make it that much more complimentary?

[ Just saying. She fixes Des with a slightly sour, purse-lipped look, then glances back at Spike, releasing his hand. ]

Mark did the rescue. [ She feels obligated to point it out only because Spike and Mark, of all people. ] I just provided the snacks. Dragon tartare. [ With a vague gesture at the corpse, she adjusts her grip on the axe. ] Now can we get a move on before it sprouts three more or something?

[nothingsodivine]

[Wow, Buffy. You just fucking killed a dragon in two rounds. You're a little scary. Accept these are compliments you will be getting all your life.

Des rolls his eyes and presses forward.] No arguments here.

[rationalizes]

We must be getting close at least. [ still, gar keeps her gun out as she walks past mark, putting a hand on his arm for a moment, before they both move to press on, heading through the tunnel.

ahead, there are two large sealed doors set into what looks like it must be the underground wall of the palace. flanking this door, however, are two silent sentinels, metallic statues twice the height of any of them, that resemble armored giants. gar cranes her neck, looking up at them with wide eyes, as they stand there, silent and immobile. ] ... Oh dear.

[bigbad]

Whatever you say, St. George. [And they're moving!

Spike cranes his neck, looking up at the giants.]

Too much to hope they're just decoration?

[nothingsodivine]

Or just want us to answer their questions three...

[des sucks in a careful breath and takes a few steps closer.]

[65]

They have questions?

[ your reference . <--------------------------------> . finnick ]

[bigbad]

Yeah, better make sure you know the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow... [I refuse to regret that nat 20 pop culture check. REFUSE.]

[nosdacariad]

Uh, guys-- [ mark stares with growing apprehension at the statues as yellow gas begins emitting from the lip of their helms, clouding the chamber. fortitude saves mothafuckas.

with a 15, mark starts choking on it, even as gar tries to cover her mouth (fort 25). ]

[nothingsodivine]

[Des slaps a hand over his mouth and groans behind it, the sound coming out muffled and agitated. (fort save 29) GOD DIMITRIS. WE'RE JUST HERE TO KILL YOU. FUCK OFF ALREADY.]

[bigbad]

[Spike's nat 20 (total 40) fort save means he's probably fine. He's just gonna... not breathe for a while. He's a vampire he can do that.]

[slay]

[ fort save 19. could go either way ??? ]

[65]

[finnick's fort save was a whole 11. ANOTHER MAN DOWN OVER HERE, choking and coughing and shit.]

[witchwoman]

[Myri got a 20 total fort. Could be okay? Could be coughing. WE JUST DON'T KNOW.]

[rationalizes]

[ the poisonous gas has a DC of 20. those who fail feel their strength failing them... and lose 3 Constitution. this also includes losing hit points equal to their level*the change in your Con modifier. this affects both maximum possible hit points, and current hit points.

time for some init 8) ]

[nothingsodivine]

[Des sees several of the team go down coughing, and swears from behind his shirt. He raises his gun and fires off two shots at the bronze one (atk 23, atk 25), but both of them just ping off the thing like nothing.

That's nice.]

[bigbad]

[Well, nothing about this is good. Spike growls and runs towards whichever statue is closest, using a ~heroic surge~ to get his full attack, but it's not all that useful (atk 23, atk 16).]

[witchwoman]

[This is...not going well. Myri watches Des and Spike both fail to cause any damage and she realizes that she might have something to help. Maybe it will actually work this time.... unlike the time she tried to use it on the beholder. Using Flame Strike, she calls a column of fire on the golem that Spike is not in melee with because she doesn't want to set him on fire. (Damage 35, reflex DC 20 for half damage.)]