Community [Isekai Hell] Turkey Triathlon

[Scarletti]

Voidkey


Voidkey smiled to himself as a fight started to break out. Finally, some action. Using [Execute], he would teleport into the fray while invisible, slashing with his claws at nearby goblins with immense strength. Then, he’d finish up any stragglers with [Attack].

Execute - undetected E (hearing, sight), energized E, teleport E, super strength E - Voidkey silently teleports behind the enemy, before slashing them with his claws with immense strength - Grade E - 0 Post Cooldown
Attack - undetected F (sight), energized F, super strength F - Voidkey takes out any stragglers while hidden - Grade F - 0 Post Cooldown

 

[Gryphon3707]

Türkiye
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Türkiye would turn to face the rebellious Goblins, her nature as a soldier overwhelming Türkiye's desire to flee. Unsligining the MPT-76 chambered in 7.62 she flicked the safety off. Despite the standard issue Turkish Military BDU's and apparent asset of the Turkish navy she didn't actually seem to have any military training, taking a wide stance and planting her feet she screamed. Spraying from the hip at the closest Goblin rebel.
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Spray and Pray - Fighting Style [Türk Kara Kuvvetleri (Guns)] D, Gun D (3) - [MPT 76 series] - Grade D - Türkiye sprays from the hip, hoping to hit something, anything really. - 3 Post Cooldown

 

[Novama]

Turkin​

Turkin knew the gravity of the situation. The walls of the court stood as the last obstacle to freedom, but the Gobblins' betrayal had twisted the game's end.

Turkin, with a roar of defiance, turned to his fellow competitors. "To flee is to survive, but to fight is to honor the pardon granted," he bellowed.

"We stand together, pardoned and mighty. For freedom, for honor!" Turkin's voice echoed, a call to unity in the chaos. With his natural weapons at the ready, and the light armor of his scale feathers bristling with intent, he was ready to face the oncoming storm. Turkin would move with the strength and heart of a champion. He'd immediately leverage the range of his energy blasts and flap his wings to unleash 2 F grade Thanksgivings in opposite directions with each kick of his drumsticks. He would then land to Unleash an E grade Thanksgiving punch. Each attack had range and force enough to send the average goblin flying.

Actions:

1. Thanksgiving F
2. Thanksgiving F
3. Thanksgiving E

Thanksgiving - fighting style E, range F, knockback F, flare f, energize E, telekinesis f, superstrength f - turken unleashes a powerful, psionically enhanced, attack striking everything in a 10ft line. hit targets will be launched back further back than normal. - E grade - 0 cooldown

Leaf in the Wind - fast f, jump f, telekinesis f, energize f, flight f - turkin can move exceptionally fast in land and air including making air platforms for him to run or jump off of mid-air - F grade - 0 cooldown

 

[StarPrincessVal]

Makoto Tur-Kino
Mentions: Vaudivolt
Languages: Common | &Turkey&
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Makoto had returned to her normal form, the power of Sailor Jupiturk vanishing. Why did it always seem to tlast exactly long enough to perform one attack or overcome one obstacle? Well, then again, she'd never needed to it too before. Maybe she needed to talk to someone about this. But that was fine, this was a situation some good old fashion brute strength could handle. But... maybe... She picked up a glob of mashed potatoes and looked back at the bubbling pot of broth and vegetables. Maybe they didn't need to fight. Using her [Domestic Arts F] and [Empathy F] she tried to appeal to the mutineers. "Gobblins, I understand your dissapointment and frustration with your chief, but just because you can't eat us doesn't mean you can't eat! I am an excellent cook and would be more than happy to make a fine meal with all the things you have on hand!" Why was she even helping, if she hadn't completed the race, she would've een dinner. But, the chief was trying to become better. And even if the Gobblins didn't buy her plan, she still a powerful kick to deliver to the side of their heads.

Action 1: Collect Ingredients
Action 2: Try to convince Gobblins to put down their weapons and celebrate the holiday of thanks. Empathy F - Domestic Arts F
Action 3: If that fails, kick Gobblin ass. Strength D - Natural Weapons E

 

[Parrot Parfait]

Typically, dogs can't fly (bar being on an airplane). As such, the thought of booking it over the walls didn't register in Pumpkin's mind. He was scared, of course, trembling in fact. However, here was here now, and with some new "friends" that needed defending no matter what. Putting his best snarl on, Pumpkin ran towards where everyone else was and began barking and growling like crazy. He might not be able to do much against the little goblins, but he sure can bite any goblin that dares come close.

 

[Vaudivolt]

Gobblin Forktress​

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As the surrounding Gobblins aligned their weaponry, it became clear that conflict was reaching a boiling point. But, before it could, some among the flock chose to heed the Chieftain's advice. They had earned their pardoning and fled over - and through - the walls with their lives before the mutinous Gobblins carried out a coordinated attack on their Chieftain and the remaining turkeys.

Yet, their attempt at achieving a mutiny was ultimately unsuccessful. The combined might of their Chieftain and the remaining turkeys proved too much for the band of Gobblins. One by one, they were incapacitated. And when the final deserter fell, the Gobblins were restrained and taken into the Forktress, where the Chieftain would decide their punishment. But, not before upholding his end of the deal – assisting the remaining turkeys in their safe departure from the Forktress.

“TURKEYS, you have Orchef's thanks!!” The Orc bellowed in excitement, “You have earned pardoning AND honor in combat!!” He praised the remaining flock as he lumbered toward the Forktress gate. The Chieftain rolled his shoulder in preparation and firmly gripped a large wooden winch at the side of the gate. He pulled with all his might. The contraption creaked in protest as the Forktress gates slowly opened toward a well-deserved freedom. “GO!! Return to family and celebrate your pardoning, turkeys!”

“As human tradition, we shall honor you again come Autumn Festival!” The Orc added with glee, seemingly unaware of his unlawful methods, and the winch almost slipped from his hold as he waved the turkeys off. “Until then!”

The End​

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