Dungeons & Divers (RP Thread)

[azontr]

Neltharion's final blow was capable of burrowing through the Earth faster than the Earth could reform and defend itself, and for a moment, a large chasm in the ground was created that revealed the disgusting, black pulsating heart of the very land itself. It was only revealed for a few moments, however... and the environment was still attacking with whips of bladed vegetation to prevent anyone from traveling into the chasm before it reformed.

 

[DaReaperMan]

With the earth slowing her descent, Neltharion regained control of her own movement for long enough to thrust Scaleshard deep into the black heart. In it went, and Neltharion swiftly lost her temper for the first time, repeatedly bashing it with her shield as she tried to cut through the heart. But she kept her mouth closed, even though Neltharion really wanted to scream out her rage, it was just a bit dangerous to get some of that accursed blood into her mouth when she didn't know what it was.

 

[azontr]

The black heart retaliated the moment Neltharion came into range, black spikes protruding from the mass of flesh and shooting into her armor before she could thrust her blade into the core. The spikes pierced her armor and attempted to pierce her vital organs to kill her swiftly and painlessly.

Meanwhile, Neltharion keeping the core busy made it so that the other whips of vegetation were becoming docile and harmless, allowing other members of the party to more safely maneuver through them and to the large chasm she had created.

 

[Da3ggman]

"Huh!?" Demi turns to Dakath while in the air, having leaped to the skies in order to avoid another narrow attack. While she's distracted by Dakath's warning, she turns back to her predicament to realize another attack was already flinging at her— she raises her bronze dagger, coated in a thick layer of crimson energy, and directly blocks the attack, getting flung backward.

"Gah—!!!" She lands a few feet behind Dakath, groaning in discomfort. Her quick block, as well as having instinctively kicked away from the attack a moment before it landed, allowed her to escape death and any more significant injury. She, and soon Dakath, finds out that this isn't the end of their troubles, as while Dakath prepares to fire his arrow, and while Demi slowly gets up from having to take that attack, giant, car-sized shards of ice are falling from the sky in bulk.

“Great, this day keeps on getting better and better.” He remarked, seeing all of the ice raining down upon them. Realizing only had one chance to shoot his shot, Dakath released his arrow, sending it flying three the air. When it hit one of the blades of grass, it exploded into a large bunch of spores, scattering them all around the rest of the plants.

“You don’t want to get caught in that; it’s a special type of pollen I found that disables magic!” He exclaimed as he began running in the opposite direction.

 

[DaReaperMan]

The black heart retaliated the moment Neltharion came into range, black spikes protruding from the mass of flesh and shooting into her armor before she could thrust her blade into the core. The spikes pierced her armor and attempted to pierce her vital organs to kill her swiftly and painlessly.

Meanwhile, Neltharion keeping the core busy made it so that the other whips of vegetation were becoming docile and harmless, allowing other members of the party to more safely maneuver through them and to the large chasm she had created.

Neltharion, in a blur of movement brought her shield forward, her armor and skin hardening with scales, like a dragon made of nothing but the hardest of materials, and being surrounded by the very ground she drew such power from, made her nearly unbreakable, as getting through the armor for what spikes avoided the shield proved to be extremely slow.

And then Scaleshard flashed out like a glint of draconic fury, Neltharion's frenzied self using it as a way to chop through the spikes in a furious attempt to get to the heart, to finally end this battle here and now

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

While the heart was focused on Neltharion, Basil dashed in from the opposite direction, his deft fingers clenching into fists. Prior to this, Basil had been unable to use any form of his martial arts—blades of grass, and masses of vegetation lacking any form of vital points he could target.

But a heart was a different matter entirely.

Should a sufficient path be cleared by the other members of the group, he would reach the heart and deliver three, precise strikes at the center of the fleshy mass, timing them to strike the moment when the heart was most contracted—between the intervals of its pulses. His aim was to, for a brief yet impactful moment, stop its beating entirely, inducing cardiac arrest and ideally leaving it vulnerable for a final blow.

 

[azontr]

Basil temporarily ceasing the core's beating with his martial prowess gave way for Neltharion to pierce through it with her final blow, the spikes it had formed swiftly dispersing entirely once Neltharion had skewered the gargantuan flesh mass. The core of the seemingly sentient environment began beating again far to late... for by the time Basil's technique had worn off, Neltharion had already ended it.

However, in an almost spiteful attempt to take its enemies down with it, the core forced itself past its expiration.

While Neltharion and Basil believed they had won, ended the battle, the core contracted itself to its limit almost entirely out of sheer force of will— it compressed itself down to the size of a softball in a short, infinitesimal moment... before beating outward one final time, and releasing a catastrophic shockwave that rippled through Neltharion and Basil's defense and slammed into their insides, foregoing physical toughness entirely. Neltharion's constitution as a warrior would allow her to avoid instant death... but Basil's fate was up in the air; his keen visual prowess, inherent to him as a Ranger, allowed him to notice the final attack a few moments faster than Neltharion would have. His survival depended entirely on his own judgement in those few short moments of leeway—

 

[DaReaperMan]

Neltharion clenched her teeth, taking the pain a bit poorly, but almost as soon as she realized what was happening, she'd lodged herself against the earth and was reaching for a healing potion, though her hand was shaking, forcing her to lodge scaleshard into the earth beside her and use both hands to pull a blood red potion out of her pouch, and with a glance at the gravity to make sure she wasn't upside down or something, off came the cork and down her throat went the liquid.

It tasted foul, but nothing Neltharion wasn't exactly used to, even if it was gag-worthy, and she waited a moment to see if it would work.

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

Basil's senses, particularly his sight, had been honed by years of dungeon diving. With a passion that danced on the line of fanaticism, the man had spent years immersing himself within the walls of these magical places.

It is possibly because of this that the man did not face his impending death with fear or trepidation. No...should anyone have seen him in the moments before the shockwave had erupted, enveloping the nearby land in a concussive burst of air and force...

They would see the smile, painting his face.

Adrenaline rushed beneath his dark skin, coursing through every vein in his body, his heart pounded—beating a tune more frenzied than a war drum. His legs bent suddenly, taking advantage of the final moment before the shockwave would envelop him. In a burst of motion, the man leaped far...far higher than any jump he had attempted before, propelling himself into the air, and moving towards the rim of the chasm itself. Should he reach it in time, he would throw himself over, tumbling across the formerly grassy field. He banked that the brunt of the shockwave would dissipate before it radiated beyond the crevice Netharion had created to unearth it.

 

[DaReaperMan]

Basil's senses, particularly his sight, had been honed by years of dungeon diving. With a passion that danced on the line of fanaticism, the man had spent years immersing himself within the walls of these magical places.

It is possibly because of this that the man did not face his impending death with fear or trepidation. No...should anyone have seen him in the moments before the shockwave had erupted, enveloping the nearby land in a concussive burst of air and force...

They would see the smile, painting his face.

Adrenaline rushed beneath his dark skin, coursing through every vein in his body, his heart pounded—beating a tune more frenzied than a war drum. His legs bent suddenly, taking advantage of the final moment before the shockwave would envelop him. In a burst of motion, the man leaped far...far higher than any jump he had attempted before, propelling himself into the air, and moving towards the rim of the chasm itself. Should he reach it in time, he would throw himself over, tumbling across the formerly grassy field. He banked that the brunt of the shockwave would dissipate before it radiated beyond the crater Netharion had created to unearth it.

(I mean she made a massive crevice in the earth not a crater lol)

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

(forgot halfway through writing. Edited)

 

[azontr]

The people above ground would see the hostile masses of vegetation begin to dissipate and disperse into simple grass. The grass would pile up into dozens of giant green mounds, akin to hills. The battle was over. For now, at least.

Basil's senses, particularly his sight, had been honed by years of dungeon diving. With a passion that danced on the line of fanaticism, the man had spent years immersing himself within the walls of these magical places.

It is possibly because of this that the man did not face his impending death with fear or trepidation. No...should anyone have seen him in the moments before the shockwave had erupted, enveloping the nearby land in a concussive burst of air and force...

They would see the smile, painting his face.

Adrenaline rushed beneath his dark skin, coursing through every vein in his body, his heart pounded—beating a tune more frenzied than a war drum. His legs bent suddenly, taking advantage of the final moment before the shockwave would envelop him. In a burst of motion, the man leaped far...far higher than any jump he had attempted before, propelling himself into the air, and moving towards the rim of the chasm itself. Should he reach it in time, he would throw himself over, tumbling across the formerly grassy field. He banked that the brunt of the shockwave would dissipate before it radiated beyond the crevice Netharion had created to unearth it.

Basil was able to avoid the full effects of the organ pulverizing shockwave by making such a wide level of distance, but he was unable to avoid all of it. Even partially getting hit by that force was enough to break all of his ribs and nearly rupture his lungs... but, he survived, now laying injured a few meters away from the chasm Neltharion had carved into the ground, which was now beginning to cave in on itself.

Neltharion clenched her teeth, taking the pain a bit poorly, but almost as soon as she realized what was happening, she'd lodged herself against the earth and was reaching for a healing potion, though her hand was shaking, forcing her to lodge scaleshard into the earth beside her and use both hands to pull a blood red potion out of her pouch, and with a glance at the gravity to make sure she wasn't upside down or something, off came the cork and down her throat went the liquid.

It tasted foul, but nothing Neltharion wasn't exactly used to, even if it was gag-worthy, and she waited a moment to see if it would work.

The healing potion began working to painfully sew her injured tissue back into place. It felt as if scalding hot iron threads were being run through her entire body to stitch her back together from the inside out. The process was excruciating, but it did manage to heal around 60% of her full-body injuries.

Meanwhile, the large chasm she had formed was beginning to collapse into itself, and she began hearing rubble and earth tumble down. She didn't have nearly enough mana to close up the hole, which became evident when she would nearly vomit in a hypothetical attempt to do so— it would be ideal to find a way out of the hole.

 

[DaReaperMan]

Neltharion clenched her teeth, and grabbed scaleshard, rushing out of the hole like a bat out of hell, bouncing between the walls at times and even using Scaleshard to propel herself up even faster.

Once she was up, she scrambled a large distance away from the chasm she made, and got rather close to where Amalie used to be, the crater and bits of blood left giving Neltharion immediate pause... but she didn't exactly have time to rage at herself for not being fast enough. And instead, she thought practically, Amalie had something in that chest that let her carry around magical crap, at least one of which could heal... or Neltharion could just drink another healing potion, but even though she brought 50 kilos of the damn things in her satchel, she was hesitant to use too many in one moment.

"Basil?" She called out, staggering over to the older and more experienced Dungeon Diver

 

[AThe1412]

"Wow! You Did It! Hooray!", the bird said as it landed on the ground right next to Basil. It then proceeded to clap its wings together over and over, producing a sound similar to a crowd applauding all while doing a small little dance.