Relief

[Anastasia]

Act now, before you lose your chance.

[Nephrite]

"Hecatoncheires!" Moore shouts, his voice loud enough to be heard again, even a mile away. "I am coming to you - I come with no malice, nor intent to fight you. Please, I ask you only to listen to my words."

He rises up and begins to fly forward.

Elysium... show me the way. Show me the way to bring hope back to this one.

[roll][21:29] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+63[/roll] charisma

[Anastasia]

Your roll didn't work.

[Nephrite]

it sure didn't...

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+63 : 17 + 63, total 80[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

The voice of the Hecatoncheires is a bellow, one that seems to go on forever and ever. Your flight is momentarily checked by the torrents of wind and blade rain it provokes.

"LIAR!"

[Nephrite]

"I do not lie." Moore says - his words somehow heard through the wind and blades. "I am not a demon, I am not of the Abyss - I gain nothing from lying to you. I will prove my words are true: You stand here - in this place, and yet not a single Archangel or protector has come to attack you - not a single being comes to try and slay you."

[Anastasia]

A rush. A raw, rage filled rush. Like this the Hecatoncheires is fast, ground blowing apart beneath it is at sprints to intercept you. You barely have a few moments to react, as a mass of blades, hatred and fury comes right at you.

You have one round's actions here. Use them wisely.

[Nephrite]

Violence was never the answer.

Fighting back was never the answer.

Trying to force his ideals on it was never the answer.


He holds his arms out to his sides, his palms facing forward - showing of nonviolence. He can't fight back - if he hopes to save it...

"You have to want to save yourself. This is not a burden you will be chained with, it is not a life you do not get to choose. Today is the day you can find your own hope - it is the day you can find your true happiness." His words come out without any divine inflection. "You only have to decide for yourself that you wish to save yourself. Because there is always hope."

His face is one of serenity - of belief in himself and what he represents.

He knows he's making the right decision.

Because there is always hope.

[Anastasia]

The great horror rushes you, and in one swing to sunder the air and shatter reality beneath you, its blades all come down at you at once.

Are you going to try and defend yourself?

[Nephrite]

He has to choose in that moment what to do.

He made a mistake with Makim - trying to force his own opinion on him.

He made a mistake on Smoke and almost cost so many their lives.

He won't make that same mistake again.

He only looks on the horror with a face full of hope and resolve as he stays where he is.

Because there is always hope.

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d20
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 1d20 --> [ 1d20=11 ]{11}

Crit check.

> roll 40d6+380
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 40d6+380 --> [ 40d6=160 ]{540}

What sort of condition does that leave Moore in?

[Nephrite]

He is technically immune to crits, although I don't know how that works when you're willingly getting hit...

548/1088, so... half-ish.

[Anastasia]

Red hot agony. Swords slam you, tear you. One knocks you back, one nearly cleaves you in half, only a dodge turns into a bloody scrape instead. Your blood splashes out as the nightmare rages above you, blades ready to come down again and utterly end you.

Go.

[Nephrite]

"You have to choose for yourself... a better future." Moore says - the pain is unbearable, but even with that... he believes. "Look in yourself - find your own hope, for the first time in your life!"

[Anastasia]

> roll 40d6+380 since crits don't matter
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 40d6+380 since crits don't matter --> [ 40d6=161 ]{541}

HP after that? I'll do this all as one big line.