>>123731
I have forty left. The goblins said they might be able to make more, but... Well, the rounds couldn't be copper-tipped, they'd have to be iron tipped. I'm uncertain how well that would work.

Vorana? Oh, butterfly... She'd not back yet.

"If we cover you in the red stuff that butterfly and her boys make, and set you on fire, you might be able to really hurt the enemy."
"I'm not sure I could handle that..."

>>123759
Ask him why not, and tell him that it'd be awesome. He's get to feel all powerful as he rampaged about.

>>123826
"Heat softens metal." he says simply. "I'm certain I would die. Plus I'm not all steel. Some of my innards are copper, and I think my thinkin' bits ah made of glass."

>>123918
Damn.

Well, they're just sitting in a circle, maybe we can make a catapult and lob burning shit at them.

...wait no that would take way too long.

Are they in the middle of a forest? Um... We could just hollow out a tree, put a bunch of red gel in it, and light it on fire and have Sal'an throw it at them, instead of using a catapult.

>>123936
His eyes dim for a moment in thought.
"first..." he smiles. "Get a tree, I'll hollow it out. I gotsan idear."

>>123945
Alrighty. How big a tree?

>>123958
"Thicker the better." he replies. "And a peice of flint, too."

>>123985
Okay. Got anything for chopping down trees, or can you just rip one out of the ground with your crazy claw hands?

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>>124016
No. He hands me a saw from somewhere in his storage compartment. I use my... dominant hand to begin sawing down the widest tree I can find.

Something lands on my shoulder, looking up at me silently. A tiny Vorn is escorting it.

>>124137
Oh hey, that was quick. It's uh... Vorana's new kid. Heh.

Say hi.

>>124137
Say hi to Wriggle.

>>124149
"Hello?"

It tilts its head to one side, placing a finger to its lips, antennae quivering.

I sigh.
Adorably useless.

>>124166
...poke her in the tummy.

>>124242
*snrk* Don't do that. Um... try doing the goblin headtilt.

>>124246
I tilt my head to one side and bow it forward.

She mimics me.
I finish cutting through the tree. Sal'an approaches, and the creature flies into my hair and hides.

>>124280
Awww, she likes you.

Back to more pressing matters. Ask Sal'an how far he thinks he could trow that spear/javelin.

>>124420
"That ain't what mattahs here." he said, picking up the tree and sawing off one end with ease. "I'm makin' a bomb."

Explain to him that this is for a separate idea that his skills will be required for. That we're considering using a spear as transport for a small Vorn who will then communicate what it has seen to Vorana so she can draw us an aerial map of our enemy's stronghold. Advise him that we are willing to supplement his strength, speed and/or the spear's own flightworthyness to increase altitude. I just wanna get an idea of his abilities.

A bomb? How are we gonna blow them up with it? They don't seem to want to move around much.

>>124430
"That's good. I can throw one pretty far." he hums to himself as he removes his hand and replaces it with a small drill, boring into the tree up to his arm, catching the sawdust in a basket. I hand him my flint, and he lodges it at the lip of the hole, pouring the sawdust in and then gluing a wodden lid atop it. There's a tiny hole at the top.
Then he pours a small amount of a liquid inside and shakes the whole thing vigourosly.
"Gimme the spear." he says, holding out one hand.

Okay, just try not to damage or lose it please.

>>124475
He turns it over in his hand, and a small Vorn alights upon the blade of it, then secures itself tightly to the shaft, a huge eye opening on its back. He picks up the log, then jams it into the sand, the hole facing out towards the mass of black. He steps back, then begins to run. His whole upper body spins as his arm winds back, and then snaps forth instantly.

The spear sails from sight.

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>>124476
Vorana flutters by and presents me with a wooden plank, etched with details.

...
It seems they have surrounded our former housing, and have taken defensive positioning. It's clear they are waiting for something, and they know where we are, as indicated by the way the sheilds face. Further, there are small gaps in the line, just big enough to prevent any group larger than nine to catch fire at once unless the fire is really large.

>>124879
...alright, is the bomb gonna be big enough?

Ask if Sal'an is familiar with the concept of a "bomblet". Basically, ask if we can rig the bomb to throw out smaller bombs when it explodes, which will explode a few seconds later.

If not, then we're going to have to lure them into a chokepoint, or aim for the leader.

.... Or Bless The Bomb.

>>124998
Level 5 blessing would be nice. Im sure a tree can handle it (ku ku ku). Just remember to run... quickly.

Jai can't Bless stuff. She has no knowledge of Rune Magic. Until Antares wakes up, we're limited to what Asala knows.

Hey, ask Asala what runes she knows.

>>125183
is there any reason we have to attack now?

>>125200
Better to attack now before whatever they're waiting for gets here.

>>125212
I agree wholeheartedly. I'd rather attack sooner than later.

"Ugh..."
Ah, h-
*%*$%&$E#^%&#

Hello again.

>>125494
Good morning, Legion. I expect you executed my plan while I was away?

>>125533
Yeah, we got some scouting data. We're making a bomb right now. You could put a Blessing on it to make it even better!

>>125562
I could do that. There's no way of telling how huge the explosion or fire would be, however.

Want to try?

>>125595
Boy, DO I!

I think we should put a level 4 Blessing on it.

Opinions, other souls of Legion?

>>125606
Explosions are nice and all, but just to be safe, make it size 3.

>>125607
As the voice of horrifically stupid experimentation...

I want to alive later so we can do more fun things, size three.

>Size 3!

Very well. At this size, it's roughly as big around as my face. Sal'an puts it into position, thinking to himself.

Looking at the bomb, it's much better described as a cannon of fire. The flint will spark and the spark will light the oils, setting the sawdust alight. Due to the high amount of air and space, the resulting expansion will be so violent it will erupt from the front, spraring burning cinders, smoke, and splinters everywhere.

...so its a giant claymore?

>>125732
It is a single-use directional flamethrower.

I... Guess we should head for the group of enemies. Have Sal'an carry the bomb, if he's cool with that. Tell him to try to aim for either the leader, or the largest cluster.

>>125806
Now the question is...

How do I attack?

My current resources:
Sal'an, a human-sized golem, and his axe and cannon.

Asala, with her skill at swordplay and strength, not to mention her healing ability.

Jai, with her outdorrsmanship, strange arm, and miniature cannon.

Vorana, and her small horde of creatures. I should note they are not yet fully established here.

...And myself, with the sword I have dubbed the Sword of Free Men. I have deduced it is able to discover ways out of perilous entrapments. That, and my runecrafting. As a reminder: I have Blessing, Courage, Undeath, and Augmentation runes.

Now, how should I approach this horde of sheild and spear?

Ask Jai if you can inscribe some of her bullets. Try one of every rune you know. Fill in the rest with "bless" and make sure the first is a bless bullet. Tell Jai to aim for head of the main goo. If it doesn't currently have a head, then center mass.

Next, you're going to bless Asala's sword, largest size. She's going to cover Jai, and enter the main fray once The canon goes off.

Salan is to wait in the forest for a few minutes. You're going to attempt to lead the goos toward him, in what will seem like a retreat. Should you take too long, he should just barrel in and use his own judgment.

Then use augmentation to inscribe courage on yourself, largest size you can. You're going to be the spearhead of this attack. The plan is to lead them into sal'an's waiting weapon. Got it?

 

>>125984
Right!
I'm going to add the following.

Blessing my armor with maximum size will result in it acting like platemail, for at least a while.

I'm going to bless Asala and Jai's armor as well, such that it is.

I bless her gun with a size 4. I'm not sure what will happen when she fires, but she knows enough that a rune on the gun does affect the bullets, if it is elemental.

I inscribe augment 1 and courage 1 onto Asala's sword. The weight is unchanged, but it turns into a zweihander.

I send Sal'an ahead, to hide in the trees.

!!!

The enemy approaches, in rank and file. Standing up to her chest in a large pile of the blobs is the young woman, looking over the battlefeild from her high vantage point and covered in armor that is a dirty brown in color.

My heart swells with fear and anticipation.

Please suggest an action!

 

Boss music

Do you have time to inscribe? If so, speed level two on your boots, and try to attack the flank closest to Erghal, see if you can draw them toward him, and move out of the way once a decently large group of them is in position.

If you can't, try a relatively head on attack, you're trying to get them to focus on you, again with the intention of leading them into the trap. RIP AND TEAR, ANTARES. RIP AND TEAR.

>>125986
Don't forget to bless your gloves too.

>>126992
I inscribe level 2 blessing on my boots, rushing forth. The leader laughs, and spears launch at me.

I smile.

My mother taught me how to leap and jump. I was able to run atop her thrown spear without blessing boots, when I was two years younger. I hop up, and run on the plane of tossed spears, knocking them from the air and into the sand as I kick off them, driving my sword into the back of a blob while I stand on the sheild of another. Again and again, I mercilessly hack away at their front row, jumping from formation to formation. Thier tight discipline proves to be their undoing, as they aren't taking an actual phalanx but a hedgehog/turtle position, giving me an open platform to run atop.

And with their front line destroyed, Asala moves in. They don't even have time to ready spears as her sword slices two or three deep, her sword cutting with the fury of the recently orphaned. As they move forward and we rip apart their formation, Sal'an moves back, and then strikes the flint.

The first sound is not so much an explosive boom as it is a whoompf. And then there is fire everywhere behind the leader, her babies screaming as fire jumps from one to another, several groups utterly incinerated and even more broken apart.

Jai begins to fire, her bullets punching through the sheilds, and slamming so hard into the sheild behind that it knocks the sheild aside, allowing Asala to punch through with her free hand while the other slashes with the massive blade.

The woman is readying a barbed spear, but... I see a chance!

CHANCE
Run up the shield mass to coup de grace the leader? if you make this suggestion, enter the following into your email feild: dice 1d20+2

rolled 15 + 2 = 17

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FOR GREAT JUSTICE, COUP DE GRACE.

>>127036
You needed: 7.
You rolled: 15.
DOUBLE SUCCEED BONUS!
You have prevented the death of a party member.

I let out a scream, running at the woman. I have to stop her! I have to stop her because she isn't aiming for me!
My boots shine, and I feel my speed increase. More and more. The world slows as I dash forth, feet slamming against steel as I move up the hill of sheilds, using the spears for handholds as she rears back her hand. No. No! NO NO NO! I won't let you hurt them!

I drop my sword. It isn't keeping up with me. I can feel it tugging at me with every motion, somehow not caught up in the area of speed granted by my boots.
My feet are hot. No... My feet feel like they're on fire! I don't care. I don't care. They are all that matter.

With a scream, a howl, I reach the top and my hand shoots out like a hammer tossed, ripping through her flesh like water. there is no resistance. Something, something alive seperate of the girl, squirms against my hand, and I grab it, tearing it free from her body, still squirming as I crush it. I barely register the look of gratitude on her face as she dies, and the blobs passing as well.

Good. Good. They're okay.

I'll just go to sleep now, if that's okay.