Community [Isekai Hell] Starbourne Festival [Light/May Event]

[Novama]

Time: early morning
Weather: chilly with starry sky still visible
OOC:
Mentions: Gaius Danius Griinia saxon StarPrincessVal Clockwork_Magic Voider DSLIX @conman2163 Sharena Uasal Shiyonichi Elvario SilverFeathers
Music:

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In a cacophony of blaster fire and humming lightsabers, the once serene wilderness turned into a symphony of chaos. Tupu, armed with his twin lightsabers, moved like a twister across the field. His [Jumping E] created an impression of a purple and gold comet streaking across the sky, followed by the dull thump as he landed onto his opponents, the unfortunate stormtroopers getting impaled by the dual-colored light blades.

A horrified gasp emanated from the ranks of the stormtroopers, muffled by their helmets but distinct nonetheless. The two impaled troopers clattered to the ground, leaving the others in a state of shock. Their disciplined ranks crumbled as they scrambled backward, trying to regroup, the order of their commanding officer ringing hollowly in the air.

Meanwhile, hidden in the surrounding foliage, Darin maintained a steady stream of blaster fire. Each shot rang out with uncanny accuracy, owing to his [Range-Accurate E] skill. Every time a bolt would hit a stormtrooper, there was a pained grunt and the crackle of their protective armor failing against the energy blasts. Yet, he was as elusive as a phantom. He moved with such speed [Fast F] and stealth [Force Cloak] that he was a ghostly shadow, flickering between rocks and trees, his location only revealed by the bright streaks of his blaster fire. The stormtroopers returned fire to where Darin's shots originated, their blaster bolts searing the trees and rocks in his wake, but always a moment too late.

At the center of the chaos stood Zahrah, her pink hair a beacon in the fray.

Elsewhere, Ninelle, the fairy, prepared to use her magic. She reached out with her hand, ready to channel the flow of mana. But something different occurred. Instead, a powerful and foreign force surged through her, a sensation akin to the Jedi power of Force Grip. As she clenched her hand, a trio of stormtroopers suddenly stumbled, as if an unseen hand were squeezing their throats. They clawed at their necks, their weapons falling from their hands as they gasped for air, eyes wide behind their helmets.

As chaos unfurled around him, the commanding officer remained a resolute figure amid the turmoil. His helmeted gaze swept the battlefield, taking in the sight of his men falling left and right. His hand instinctively clenched around his blaster rifle, his posture radiating tension and resolve. With a swift, decisive motion, he barked orders into his commlink, his voice echoing through the frantic commotion, striving to regain control of the rapidly deteriorating situation.

Among the chaos, a stormtrooper tripped over a root, falling face-first into a patch of moss, eliciting an ungraceful, muffled curse from the speaker in his helmet. His colleague turned to help him, only to be bowled over by a bounding forest creature, spooked by the noise. This resulted in a uncoordinated tangle of limbs and squeaky protestations from the creature. The remaining stormtroopers, in the face of the mounting comedy of errors and the unwavering assault from the unlikely band of heroes, were torn between their orders and the instinct to turn tail and run. Despite the sudden and ferocious onslaught, four Stormtroopers, including their leader, remained in fighting condition. They stood shoulder-to-shoulder, their armors dented and scored, but their resolve not yet broken. Each held their blasters firm, a united front against their adversaries, ready to defend their commanding officer and complete their mission.

Everyone including Zahrah would have blaster shots to defend against except Darin and Michael who were currently behind cover.

Michael The Force Sensitive​

Michael continued supporting his allies using his battle meditation to buff them Battle Meditation. His hair and clothes gently fluttered in an unfelt flow of air. Drops of perspiration began to form on his brow despite the cool evening and altitude. His efforts improving his allies efforts to the extent they were able to perform as well as they were.

 

[Elvario]

Zahrah Fiore

Spoiler: Full Image & Source

From:
Astolfo

Side: Dark Side? Neutral Grey Side?!?
Power: Force Precognition
Fighting Style: Twin Lightsaber Style E [specialized]
Tech Core: Reflect, Linked
Mentions: Michael Novama | Tupu DSLIX | Ninelle SilverFeathers | (and others)

“Oh my, what a brave mountain of a handsome gentleman-knight you are~ You tell me not to be handled so freely, but what if your handsomeness alone would pay the price?” They replied as Tupu cut in line by pulling them away form the clones. They debated dodging him, as it wasn't fair of him to cut in line, but like... who wouldn't want to be grabbed by such a handsome guy? Fine! Just this once! They'd let themselves be grabbed and pulled away. However, as folk started blasting and fighting, they realised things were not idea. Thanks to their [Force Precognition] they knew what was going to happen when and where, so they just needed to use it in combination with [Dodgy E] to get out of this mess.

Trying to make their way out of the battlefield whilst dodging shots left and right, they'd attempt to head over to someone new that stood out to them (Ninelle). Upon hopefully making it over they'd happily greet them. “Hello, hello~ I don't think we've met yet~ I'm Zahrah Fiore, researcher of happiness!” They turned to face the battlefield. “Although I guess there's not much of it to be found right about now, what a shame...” Still, they figured they'd let things play out. Some things were inevitable, after all, like their new Clone Friends being murdered by their old Light-sabre Friends. It was brutal, mean and horrible, but alas, inevitable as well.

“Love the outfit, by the way~ You look like totally ancient and sagely and cool! Like you've got an insane amount of wisdom and magic packed in that adorably sized body of yours~” They still had some energy left for a bit of [Smooth Talker D] there. Suddenly they panicked. “Wait, oh my, is that something I shouldn't point out?!? I haven't dealt with people of your particular build before so I don't want to be rude, but I can't help love it either, it's truly a significant dilemma! I do not wish to offend, yet I cannot abstain from being drawn to it and liking it for what it is? Oh, no, are these my build-in biasses showing?”

A Grade CD: (4/5)
B Grade CD: (3/3)
C Grade CD: (1/2)
D Grade CD: (0/1)
Smooth Talker D – Character Grade D, Appraisal D, Empathy D, Insight D, Performance [Acting/Singing/Dancinge] D, Persuasion D, Seduction D, Energised D Languages [Common, Terran, Beastial, Sylvan, Monster, Analog] – Character combines whatever (meta)knowledge they can find out about someone with persuasive, empathic and seductive smooth-talking, acting and spoken word in an attempt to make others act according to their will. Character speaks to them in whichever (of the main) languages they are most comfortable with. - Grade D Energised – 1 Post Cooldown
E Grade CD: (0/0)
Dodgy E – Resilient E [Ageing/Fatigue], Elasticity E, Energised E – Character is able to resist a lot and can contort their body well to dodge enemies. - Grade E Energised – 0 Post Cooldown

 

[QizPizza]

Uriah Ulricson

Art by Victor Santos
Link to CS

Spoiler: Mentions/Interactions

Mentions: Lightside Group
Interactions: Novama

Spoiler: Used Abilities

Mountain's Biting Tempest - Grade E - 1 Post Cooldown

Component - Fighting Style [Vindrhal's North Wind] E, Blight (Slashing) E, Range F, Area F
Imbuing an ax with the might of the Wind, it is thrown up to 10ft away, unleashing 5ft blades of wind centered on the axe like a saw blade. Once the axe is thrown, however, it must be retrieved.

"The Mountain's Winds are wild and vengeful, tempesting in defiance of the earth."​

Spoiler: TLDR

Actions (3/3):
-Move 30ft
-Reflect F
-Mountain's Biting Tempest E

Cooldowns:
-Grade E: 1/1
-Grade F: 0/0

Current Conditions:
-Alignment: Grey
-Force Power: Force Pull
-Lightsaber Fighting Style: Double Bladed E [Specialized]
-Technique Cores: Reflect, Range

With Darth Malgus departed on his own errands, Uriah felt a reprisal in the clash between the Wind and the primal, no…malicious Force that sought to influence him. With heart still drumming to the beat of battle and his Lifeblood surging with fury instilled by the Force, Uriah had to halt himself, lest this strange influence carries him away. The barbarian knelt, closed his eyes, and took slow, practiced breaths. The cavity of body, mind, and soul was filled with the impartial whims of the Wind. Unlike earlier, the influence of the Force was no longer brutally oppressive, quickly giving way to the power of meditation and a jealous Wind. That man was a dangerous one to so easily be able to drive his heart from the natural flow of the wind…and if the Darth was as malicious as his Force, Uriah could not imagine any fairness in his promises or mercy in their victory.

His thoughts eventually settled with his heart and Lifeblood, leaving him alone in a literal and metaphorical sense. All the others who had chosen to align themselves with Darth Malgus have since taken their leave while Uriah meditated. To the Vindrsønn, this was a sign that his path was righted: he now stood at the crossroad so natural to the Wind. There were any number of paths he could follow, but the two most evident were to continue following Darth Malgus or to join the "rebels" in opposition to Darth Malgus. It did not require much thought to recognize that following the former would ultimately lead to the corruption of his relationship with the Wind. There was power in following that Force, but to do so would require forsaking the gods and spirits of the Wind that had brought him thus far.

Mind-made and still armed with the gift of the Galactic Empire, Uriah began his trudge to where the rebels had assembled. Perhaps they may yet accept him in their journey for the contested key. As he was still making the journey, a cacophony of whines filled the air, screeching like a dozen houndmaster's whistles. Following the sound were arrows of fire that tore through the sky, charring every surface they met with a burst of light. As if by instinct, the barbarian's hand shot to weapon issued to him. Taken aback by the hand typically reserved for Logsplitter, Uriah had to consciously make the effort to draw the more familiar weapon.

Axe in his right hand and saber hilt in his left, Uriah rounded the pass to find a motley crew facing off against two hands of knights in armor white as snow. They were the same soldiers that accompanied Darth Malgus and weilded the "blasters" described by the same lord's armorer. They flung their blazing missiles faster than any crossbow or hunter could fire, but the mismatched group that resisted them were skilled warriors, using magics and those strange swords of light to beat back the rain of red.

Flowing across the battlefield was yet another force, one that seemed in complete opposition to the one radiating from the emissary of the Galactic Empire. Where there was passion, selfishness, and malice, there was now peace, selflessness, and stoicism. It…tugged on something in Uriah's long forgotten memories, but at the same time…they were repulsive. The idea of forgoing all of his ambitions for the sake of peace seeped in the Vindrsønn mind, but it was swiftly rejected. The warm passivity that threatened to invade was beaten back the harsh bite of the Wind now that Uriah was award of these Forces that wished to impose their will on him. He could not decide whether he hated the darker side or the lighter side more at the moment. Both had their temptations, but at the same time, both were antithetical to the Wind. A strange paradox to ponder once the battle was over.

Without the roar that one might expect from a barbarian, Uriah changed in (Move) and ignited the twin blades of snow, whirling the double ended implement to shield himself from the incoming assault (Reflect F). In the moment, it seemed foolish to swing a weapon around and expect to be protected, but somehow, every bolt failed to find its way past the blazing barrier Uriah created. Not wasting the opportunity created, he began offered a swift prayer as he heaved the Logsplitter at the armored foes, "Thy impartial Wind, be thy humble servant's Sword just as thou has been his Shield."

As the Dane axe left his hand, the Wind caught it and sent it flying towards the troopers like a discus imbued with blades of Wind. (Mountain's Biting Tempest E) The wicked Wind that chose the axe as its vessel whipped the air like blades with violent purpose, resentful of the Forces that dared to influence its child.

 

[SilverFeathers]

Elvario​

Ninelle Lifeblossom (#54d1b0) || CS
Light Side || Force Grip || Double-bladed Lightsaber Style E [Specialized]: Reflect, Knockback​

• Post
• Ability Usage
• Appraisal Results (For Elv)

• "Eh?" The fae's green eyes widened behind her mask, stunned by the force flowing from her fingertips that seemed to string and choke her enemies like a puppetmaster. She almost wanted to say sorry, and that she didn't mean to, but that would probably seem more derogatory than anything at this point. Oddly enough, it wasn't only her allies' blaster fire and saber strikes that were felling their enemies. Somehow, they were also falling on their own two feet or tripping on things, causing Ninelle to ponder if they were truly trained soldiers at all.
  
  "Oh, ah, hello Zahrah, I don't think this is-uh, a good time to talk but-" Ninelle's steady stress levels suddenly shot up, as her attention was suddenly half divided towards the battlefield and the other half towards the pink-haired lady's abrupt but leisurely approach. With her gaze flitting between the collapsing enemy lines, and her new conversation companion, she was caught off-guard by the melodic praise that flowed from her mouth (Zahrah's Performance D). Though crude and somewhat nonsensical, she could feel the genuineness in her words (Zahrah's Persuasion D).
  
  Additionally, for some reason, whether it was Zahrah's tone or the bluntness of her compliments, Ninelle suddenly felt a little shy and muddle-headed. Although her heart was already racing in the heat of battle, it sped up even further still, with the fae fearful of how well her half-mechanical half-organ heart could bear it. Although not visible behind her mask, a hint of pink spread across her cheeks, as she chided herself for becoming absent-minded in the midst of battle (Zahrah's Seduction D).
  
  "I-I don't mind comments on my size, and, um, t-thank you?" That was about the best Ninelle could manage for an intial response, with a muddled mind and her attention split in two. "I like your outfit too, and your hair, it's such a pretty colour!" After the first few words, it felt much easier to follow up, especially as her emotions settled and she could re-focus herself.
  
  Watching the incoming fire in their direction, she felt the whirring of her gears as she spun her wings, deftly attempting to avoid any damage. She was still scarred by that time a giant arrow pierced her chest, if she could, she would avoid a reoccurrence. Though at the same time, in the back of her mind, some strange voice was telling her that she had escaped a near-death experience four times already... so who cares about adding a fifth to that pile? Subconsciously or not, Ninelle did not end up using her full strength in her dodges [Flutterby E].
  
  Recalling Zahrah's presence, she noticed the odd body contortions she used to avoid the bullets, bending and morphing her flesh in a way that looked both strange yet comical. With them both doing weird movements beside each other, the fae couldn't help but give a small giggle and comment. "It's like we're dancing."
  
  Only four enemies were left standing. And with the introduction of yet another ally charging in blades-and-axe swinging, she felt they likely wouldn't be standing for much longer at all. Still, not wanting to let chance win over them, Ninelle decisively pointed her left hand towards the ground, letting her mana swirl and channel deep into the Faerie's Ire Bracer on her wrist. The manic faerie's wails and wrathful laughter made her wince, but Ninelle remained firm, as she summoned a great vine to burst out of the earth and lash out at the leader of their enemies. The vine, with the thickness of a tree's trunk, appeared strange, with odd patches of metal thorns and steel skin, as it attempted to coil, crush and entangle its victim [Vine Coil D].
  
  Ninelle looked on somewhat absentmindedly, almost having forgotten how her magic had warped and changed after her resurrection. Even now, she still could not properly differentiate between her nature and metal affinities, causing them to constantly mix and create amalgamations like the one before her.
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  • Action 1: Flutterby E
    • Flight E, Energized E
    • Dance and weave through the air, using aerial techniques to aid her in avoiding or minimizing injury.
  • Action 2: Vine Coil D
    • Incapacitating Affinity E, Tangle Affinity F, Nature/Metal Affinity F, Magic D, Magic Range E, Energized D
    • Sprouts a single large plant/metal vine from a surface(e.g. floor/wall) within 100ft to entangle, crush and restrict a target as much as possible.
  Cooldowns:
  
  • E: 0/0
  • D: 0/1
• Appraisal D
  Name: Ninelle Lifeblossom
  Titles: [Fae] [Fairy] [Construct] [Abomination] [Tiny] [Mage] [Hero of the Fae See] [Death's Touch]
  
  Empathy D
  Although Ninelle's face is hidden, making it difficult to read expressions, her body language would give away her startled confusion at Zahrah's approach, as well as her flustered nature after she talked to her, and how she quickly calmed down. (Can interpret it with stiff body movements and whatnot.)
  
  Insight D
  Zahrah can tell Ninelle is not lying in her words. As Ninelle's mask turned back to the battlefield, Zahrah could also have predicted she was about to do something to help defeat their enemies.
  
  Persuasion, Performance and Seduction results are in post.
  It was assumed that the language used was Common.

 

[Voider]

Darin​

Interactions: A stormtrooper ( Novama )
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As the stormtroopers fell one by one, Darin had been circling towards their enemy's rear flank, watching the scene unfold from each position he fired from. Frankly, this seemed more a slaughter than a fight, at least until the enemy commander rallied the troops that were still remaining. "Hmph, their discipline is exceptional."

With the pink haired woman escaping the line of fire, yet another person joining the fight, and a vine suddenly bursting towards their enemies, the odds appeared to constantly tip against their foes. Darin saw the chaos as an opportunity, his mind racing as the fight raged on; the enemy was most certainly distracted, and more prone to surrender now that half of their forces were down. Knowing why these stormtroopers were patrolling here in the first place could also be valuable information for their mission, if one could be captured.

A plan forming in his mind, Darin halted his fire, and waited until all of his adversaries were fully distracted with the rest of the group. Activating [Force Cloak] and crouching low, he left his cover and began to quickly [Fast F] approach them, trying to dodge fire if he was seen. He attempted to close the distance, whether through stealth and/or speed, and to grab the least preoccupied of the stormtroopers by the neck with his left arm, aiming the blaster -albeit somewhat clumsily- with only his right hand. "Drop your weapon, lest you acquire a hole in the back of your head."

Spoiler: Cooldowns

Grade F Cooldown: 0/0

Grade E Cooldown: 1/1​

 

[Novama]

Time: morning
Weather: chilly and windy with sun peeking over the horizon
OOC:
Mentions: Gaius Danius Griinia saxon StarPrincessVal Clockwork_Magic Voider DSLIX @conman2163 Sharena Uasal Shiyonichi Elvario SilverFeathers QizPizza
Music:

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Blasters blazed and saber blades swirled in the hazy air, casting shifting light and shadow over the gritty battleground. As the companions each acted in their own ways, a whirl of events unfolded.

As Uriah's prayer echoed, the wind seemed to rally behind him, a sudden gust sending his flying axe crashing into the formation of stormtroopers. The impact was devastating; the axe, carrying the weight of the wind and Uriah's resolute determination, cut a swathe through the armored foes. Their disciplined formation faltered as the survivors scrambled to avoid the incoming onslaught. Yet even as they fell, their disciplined training bore out, and a few managed to pivot and return fire. Uriah would need to defend himself on his turn.

Among those bolts of deadly energy, one found its target. Tupu, the hulking form that had been a bulwark for the group, stumbled as a bolt seared into his side. His imposing form wavering as the blaster's energy spread its burning agony. The blast left a smoldering wound, a grim token of the ferocious firefight.

Simultaneously, Zahrah's smooth words and charming personality had an unexpected effect on Ninelle. The fae's focused demeanor wavered. In the face of their chaotic surroundings, their exchange was a strange, yet warm note of camaraderie. But that moment of respite was short-lived as the onslaught of blaster fire resumed.

The stormtroopers, despite the chaos, remained shockingly resilient. Yet, they were not prepared for Ninelle's next move. As her bracer glowed with potent magic, the ground beneath their commander rumbled ominously. Suddenly, a colossal vine, half plant, half metal, erupted from the earth, wrapping around the commander. The commander's defiant shouts were muffled as the vine squeezed, pulling him off his feet and into the air.

The remaining stormtroopers were momentarily stunned, their focus shifting from the onslaught to their ensnared commander, which opened a window for another surprise. From the periphery of the battlefield, Darin's approach was stealthy. With the stormtroopers distracted, he slipped through their ranks and seized one from behind, his blaster aimed with unerring intent at the trooper's head. The trooper froze, his weapon slipping from his fingers, clattering loudly on the ground.

In the wake of the tumultuous actions of the group, the battlefield shifted dramatically. The stormtroopers, once standing united in a show of disciplined might, now appeared scattered and on the back foot, their commander ensnared and one of their own held hostage. The scouts surrendered to the new jedi that suppressed them.

Later

Through the swirling mist and biting cold of the mountain, the rebel group ascended towards the ancient temple. Their steps echoing against the rocky path, the wind carrying their determination as a soft whisper through the crags.

At long last, the temple ruins came into view. The ancient stone structure, encrusted with hoarfrost, stood stark against the mountainside. The rebel group stilled, their hearts sinking as they took in the sight before them.

The Empire had beaten them to it.

Imperial banners, the crimson red stark against the frosty white, flapped in the chilly wind. Stormtroopers moved about, their white armor standing out against the dark stone of the ruins. AT-ST walkers, formidable and imposing, stood guard at strategic points around the perimeter. At the center of the ruins, a group of officers huddled around a mysterious relic, their confusion evident in the frustrated gesturing.

The rebel mission had just become considerably more complex. They had to reclaim the temple grounds, understand the relic before the Empire did, and they had to do it all without suffering more casualties.

The rebels exchanged a look, understanding passing between them. This was not a situation they could charge into with blasters blazing. It required stealth, cunning, and possibly a diversion. They could use the environment to their advantage, creating a distraction with a controlled avalanche. Or perhaps, they could infiltrate in disguise, taking advantage of the enemy's disarray.

The mountain wind howled around them, a harsh reminder of their precarious position. Yet, despite the danger, they stood resolute. For the Rebellion, for freedom, they would face the challenge head on.

Michael The Force Sensitive​

Michael scoped out the scene with the rest. He wasn't sure how the sci fi tech of the empire would hold up against his mithril assault, but he wasn't confident he could outrun a blaster neither. He would go with the plan the group came up with.

 

[Elvario]

Zahrah Fiore

Spoiler: Full Image & Source

From:
Astolfo

Side: Dark Side? Neutral Grey Side?!? Pink side!
Power: Force Precognition
Fighting Style: Twin Lightsaber Style E [specialized]
Tech Core: Reflect, Linked
Mentions: Michael Novama | Ninelle SilverFeathers | (and others)

They were happy to hear their new friend reply! Although they wondered why they weren't eager to talk right now. Wasn't any time a great time to talk? Besides, they learned so much from their newest friends that it felt like they'd know each-other for ages already! It was perfect, brilliant, great! They even had their hair complimented back! Oh, this was the greatest day ever! “Thank you!” When the Fairly mentioned dancing, it was as if destiny called! “Oh, I'd love to dance with you! That seems great~”

As their newly made friends were defeated, their slightly less newly made friends continued onwards. “Oh, come on, that's not fair... Mally pretended like he needed ups, but he clearly already had everything figured out. I'm going to tell him a piece of mind! Oh, I'll also ask him what's up with that key-using thing! I think he might been lying about that, can you believe it? That's so mean!” They stated, as they planned to happily walk up to enemies ahead for another chat with them, unless someone were to stop them.

A Grade CD: (5/5)
B Grade CD: (0/3)
C Grade CD: (2/2)
D Grade CD: (0/1)
E Grade CD: (0/0)

 

[Voider]

Darin​

Interactions: Zahrah ( Elvario ), etc.

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Darin was crouched behind an outcropping, studying the enemy's defenses. It was thorough, with no way to approach undetected. It would be difficult to-

His train of thought was interrupted as Zahrah began speaking. He simply stared with disbelief, her words only reaffirming his previous presumption of her insanity. With the knowledge of her actions earlier today, Darin had a strong suspicion [Insight F] that she'd try again. Attempting the same exact thing and hoping for a different result was one of the definitions of insanity, after all. Thus, he approached her, extending his arm to prevent Zahrah from walking forward. "You're about to walk over there again, aren't you? As soon as you step into their sight, the entire garrison is sure to be upon us, and we'll all either be dead or captured! We must conduct this tactfully, not run straight in like fools, and certainly not to strike up a conversation on the battlefield."

Darin then turned towards the rest of the group, with a simple inquiry to gauge their opinions. "How are we to approach this?"

Spoiler: Cooldowns

F Grade Cooldown: 0/0​

 

[DSLIX]

Tupu Maa

Light Side
Force Grip
Twin Lightsabers E [Reflect, Flexible]
Tupu mainly kept the attention of the troopers reflecting their bolts and letting the others set themselves up to assist as he tackled the troopers head on without fear. Hearing Zahrah compliment him more and lightly flirt with him makes him unconsciously crack a smile as he's rather caught off guard by her relaxed and flattering reaction but it only made things easier for him as she quickly left during mid-battle to seemingly conversate with another person of the group leaving him to deal with the group of troopers firing recklessly into his spinning reflective sabers that continue spinning like propellers behind him at the command of his [Force Grip] and reflect most bolts back to the sender or a nearby tree. Seeing his allies start picking off and sending the troops into a panic he smirks only helping out by launching a few of the soldier's blasters flying into the air or crushing them completely using his [Force Grip]. When the battle was approaching it's end Tupu had gotten somewhat careless letting a trooper somehow sneak to the side of his reflective saber wall and let a blaster hit him in the side catching him rather off guard at the sudden burning sensation. Tupu clenches his teeth noticing the trooper and before the trooper could continue Tupu launches himself in the air towards the trooper in a instant and stares him down with a cold and deathly stare as Tupu brings his right palm to strike the chest of the trooper still moving swiftly through the air readying his [Rupture Palm]. Once his palm connected with the trooper's chest a loud crack and shatter sound emits from the trooper's armor as the armor under Tupu's palm crumbles and falls off due to the penetrating power of Tupu's strike. The trooper quickly falls to his knees coughing and gasping for air desperately, and Tupu stands over the man with a cold and merciless stare as the palm shaped imprinted deep on the trooper's now exposed chest is proof enough that the soldier isn't long for this world. Tupu looks at his wound again as it still burns and is rather annoyed at the sight of his armor being charred over his wound and peels off all the charred skin and leather armor to see the wound all for what it is. Seeing that the wound wasn't bleeding and was mainly just charred skin and some muscle damage he knew his [Regeneration] would clean this wound up by the end of the day.

After the rest of the troopers concede and the group can regroup and decide on what to do next as well as also picking up a new face that seems to be a jedi as well but he doesn't seem to use his jedi abilities which seemed somewhat odd but the man proved himself in the skirmish before so he didn't bother thinking on it much. Tupu continues following the group quietly until they come upon the sight of the supposed temple they were supposed to find the key to saving this world at. Tupu isn't too interested in the look of it at first but seeing more troopers and banners carrying the mark the commander from before had he knew this was definitely the place they need to be. Unsurprising to Tupu, Zahrah had gotten up and ready to trek over to the troopers and start giving away our position but luckily was stopped by the blaster wielding lizardman which explained the seriousness of the current situation and looked to the other's for a suggestion. Tupu stays silent for about a minute observing the situation before deciding on a course of action "We should probably secure the perimeter silently before trying to actually enter the temple as those tall machines covering the corners of the established perimeter look like a pain to deal with. Though I don't have an exact strategy how we should secure it I will say maybe Zahrah mouth can help us this time as if 1 or 2 of us can get disguises we can hide among the troopers and make a path for the other's like myself that won't be able to properly wear the armor of the troopers for a disguise." Tupu juts his chin towards the lone AT-ST Walkers patrolling with the small groups of troopers around their established perimeter and looks over at Zahrah hoping she can guide hopefully only two troopers over to a secluded area where the group can quickly ambush and take their armor for disguise. He gives a smirk to Zahrah and say in a deep and joking tone "I hope my handsomeness can also pay for this favor I'm asking and if not then I'll be glad to discuss a way to pay you back after we save this world yea?"
Novama Elvario QizPizza Voider SilverFeathers

Spoiler: Skills and Cooldowns

Skills and Cooldowns:
Force Grip
Energized F
Regeneration F
[Cooldown 0/0]
Rupture Palm F (Penetration)
[Cooldown 0/0]

 

[SilverFeathers]

DSLIX Voider Elvario​

Ninelle Lifeblossom (#54d1b0) || CS
Light Side || Force Grip || Double-bladed Lightsaber Style E [Specialized]: Reflect, Knockback​

• Post
• Ability Usage

• Ninelle's visible tension faded as the lizardman stopped Zahrah in her tracks, exhaling a quiet sigh of relief and giving him a silent thumbs up. The fae patiently listened to the scarred man's plan and consequent flirtatious remark towards Zahrah, but in the end shook her head in disagreement.
  
  "I fear its too risky for her, this is not the same situation as last time. Previously we only encountered a random scouting party, whilst this is clearly a highly important and protected location. They have valid reason to shoot us down as soon as they see us, and facing this many head on would be suicide. We can't expect a lucky repeat of last time, unless you plan to sacrifice Zahrah as a distraction." Ninelle explained her thoughts, not wanting to lose anyone if she could help it. She knew too many dead people.
  
  "I like your idea of securing the perimeter and getting disguises though." Ninelle eased cautiously, silently a bit worried she had made him mad by disagreeing with him. Focusing back on the matter however, she fluttered over to the lizardman, recalling how potent his abilities were last time. "Your ability to cloak yourself is amazing. Do you know long the cloaking lasts? Do you think you could maybe scout out the area and make it safely back to us?" Pondering some more, she continued. "If you have the ability to, could you discreetly take down one of their men and steal their armoured suits, similar to how he mentioned?" She inquired more gently, understanding full well that she was putting a lot on his shoulders.
  
  "Hmm... what would we do afterwards though..." Infiltrating under disguise didn't mean anything if they had no goal. Even with a really good surprise attack, with all their numbers, wouldn't they still just get gunned down on the spot? "I feel like we need to split them up somehow." It was frustrating that they couldn't just have the lizardman steal the relic and run out. They needed to re-take the temple grounds as well, somehow. Diverting their attention and spreading them out into smaller groups to tackle one by one was all she could really think of.
  
  "I can't think of anything, but maybe I can gather some information that will help us." Ninelle silently analysed the closest patrolling soliders nearby [Nature's Eye], before turning towards the location of the relic. Gently rubbing her catalyst, the faerie-infused bracer on her wrist, she cast her secondary magic as deep as she could into the temple grounds. The eyes behind her mask diffused into a glowing teal, pupils and scelera disintegrated, as visions of the past flowed into her [Memoirs of Another].
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  • Nature's Eye D
    • Appraisal D, Nature E, Agriculture E, Animal Handling E, Magic D, Magic Range E, Magic Targets F, Energized D
    • Use her eyes from another realm, and her learned knowledge on nature's flora and fauna, to appraise up to 5 targets within 100ft.
  • Memoirs of Another E
    • Postcognition E (D -> See Limiter), Magic E, Magic Range F, Magic Area of Effect F, Energized E
    • Gaze 1 day into the past in a location 30ft away, in a radius of 15ft (4 uses -> 1 used -> 3 uses left).
  Cooldowns:
  
  • E: 0/0
  • D: 0/1

 

[Elvario]

Zahrah Fiore

Spoiler: Full Image & Source

From:
Astolfo

Side: Dark Side? Neutral Grey Side?!? Pink side!
Power: Force Precognition
Fighting Style: Twin Lightsaber Style E [specialized]
Tech Core: Reflect, Linked
Mentions: Novama | Darin Voider | Tupu DSLIX | Ninelle SilverFeathers | (and others)

They were surprised when the lizardbro stopped them. “Why, yes, of course! You killed or disabled all of them before I could get my answers last time, even though we were going to do the questioning thing!” They still weren't entirely over how rude that had been. “I guess I can run in zigzagging? Come in from another angle! Also, it shouldn't be a battlefield if you don't start fighting time this around!” Truly, why was the lizard guy making this so much more complicated than it could be?

The mountainous guy had some right ideas. Or at least... did he? They weren't sure what exactly his idea was. “Cosplay can always be fun, yes!” The rest of his 'strategy' was a little lost on them. “So, you want me to get two of them to split off... I mean, I could just go ask them if they've got some spare outfits! Also, why didn't you take some from the ones you defeated a while back? It'd be mean to steal the armour of these guys, but those guys are already unhappy or dead... so I guess it wouldn't be that different!” Yes, yes. Flawless logical all around.

Surprisingly enough, the fairy was against this plan. “If these are Mally's men, then I think they still owe me an explanation! Mally said he'd need to find and get this place in order to not blow up the planet and that we'd be vital, but it's clear we're not... so he lied! I should go ask them to explain themselves!” Yes, yes, that'd certainly work!

 

[Novama]

Time: morning
Weather: chilly and windy with sun peeking over the horizon
OOC: This is the end of the may event. Good job those that stuck with it. Rewards will be coming in in june.
Mentions: Gaius Danius Griinia saxon StarPrincessVal Clockwork_Magic Voider DSLIX @conman2163 Sharena Uasal Shiyonichi Elvario SilverFeathers QizPizza
Music:

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The force of destiny was palpable as the band of rebels stood at the precipice of the fight that would decide the fate of their world. It was the definitive moment, as if the world held its breath, waiting for the first stroke that would set the dominoes of fate falling.

With a silent nod, they sprang into action, moving as a coordinated unit, despite their differences. Zahrah had its chance to talk, drawing in a cluster of stormtroopers with its unusual charm and seemingly naive personality. Michael, his body a blur of mithril and motion, followed suit, rushing towards the distracted group. In a burst of action, the troops were scattered, the battlefield echoing with the clash of mithril against armor.

From the opposite flank, Darin moved with a predator's grace, his blaster flashing in the stark lights of the temple grounds. Each shot found its mark, buying precious time for the others. Yet, the enemy's numbers were great, and in a moment of calculated sacrifice, Darin turned his attention towards an approaching AT-ST Walker, aiming a precise blast at its weak point. The resulting explosion was deafening, creating a smokescreen that bought his comrades valuable seconds, but not without the ultimate price. Darin, the pragmatic and tactical mind of the group, fell on the battlefield.

Amid the chaos, Ninelle’s magic danced through the air, a delicate but potent weapon, turning nature against the technologically superior enemies. She was successful, managing to whittle down their numbers, but she was not invincible. A stray blaster shot hit her, her cries fading in the cacophony of the battlefield.

Then there was Tupu. Wounded but undeterred, he plunged into the fight with the fury of a storm, his sabers slashing through the enemy ranks. He fought with such intensity, the surviving stormtroopers could do little but retreat, leaving the path to the relic open.

Despite their losses, the rebels seized control of the temple, and Michael, with a solemn nod to his fallen comrades, activated the relic just as the Death Star loomed overhead, ready to unleash its devastating power. A brilliant beam of energy shot forth from the relic, piercing the looming weapon of destruction in the sky.

The Death Star shattered in a silent, fiery spectacle. The world had been saved, but the victory was bittersweet. As the remaining rebels looked upon the ruins of the temple, they remembered their fallen comrades, their sacrifice echoing in the newly won peace. It was a grim reminder of the price of freedom, etched into the annals of the Isekai Hell history, a testament to those who dared to resist, to those who gave everything for a cause greater than themselves.

Whether they had saved the world or seen it destroyed, it was clear that this battle would resonate through the ages. It was the end of their journey, but also a beginning. They stood not as victors, but survivors, the sparks of rebellion, ready to light the fire of hope in the hearts of those who dared to dream of a free world. Their story was far from over; it was just another chapter in Isekai Hell.

Michael The Force Sensitive

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[Novama]

Isekai Hell May 2023 Community Event Rewards​

Sorry for the delay. So much lore ^^;
The rewards go to the character listed unless you did not participate in the May roleplay.
Thanks to the contributions of all.

Rewards:
Clockwork_Magic Phoebe: 7pts
DSLIX Tupu: 22pts
Elvario zahrah: 31pts
Gaius Danius Griinia Rios: 2pts
Novama Michael: 31pts
QizPizza uriah: 9pts
Sharena shion: 5pts
Shiyonichi kai: 1pts
SilverFeathers ninelle: 18pts
StarPrincessVal calliope: 5pts
Voider darin: 13pts
saxon aya: 5ts
Orikanyo : 1pt
TheTimePiece : 4pts
Uasal : 5pts
gmimperfecti : 4pts