Thanks for the opportunity. Playtesting class combos (even slowly) is always something I look out for, especially for more exotics things. Good luck all, and happy gaming!
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After that, Daimargh quaffs the potion, and feels the familiar creeping sensation as the infernal magic begins its work.
::"I'll get Bustik myself, keep up the pressure!"::
As Daimargh stumbles to his feet, he notices the 'thing' coming at them.
::Best Luck, all:: he adds over the mindlink. Pulling a potion from his bag, he looks up at the monster, and steels his nerves.
Cool, thanks. No rush.
Friendly request to make sure your hp is up to date. Not sure if everyone is or isn't up to date, but it'll make it easier to keep people alive if we know who needs help. ALso GM, any chance we can get an updated battle map? Might make decisions a bit easier here. Either way, thanks!
Daimargh kept struggling with his pick, chiseling his way up, hopefully. After about a minute he stopped, catching his breath, and ensured that everyone else was still conscious. Then, he threw his back into the work again, swinging the pick as hard as he can while continuing to free himself.
Daimargh barely had time to curse as the building fell in on him. He dodged the first few, smaller, pieces of the ceiling, but was brought to a knee by a larger-than-expected piece spinning wildy as it fell. Regrettably, he felt almost all his conjured vigor dissipate.
As the rest of the room caved in around him, Daimargh kept his focus on preserving an amount of space around him for when he'd need to break free. Focusing the energy of his mind-blade, he utilized shielded an area immediately around him so he'd be able to move. As the debris settled into place and the noise stopped, Daimargh carefully let his shield down, and thankfully the detritus stayed in place, leaving him a small amount of space to maneuver. Unslinging the Any-Tool from his back, he flipped out a pick head, and began to carefully extricate himself.
::Everyone OK? Is anyone badly hurt?:: he thought to the others, reaching out over the mindlink.
Daimargh feels the familiar sense of pain as a bolt plants itself squarely in his leg. He reaches down with an ominous smile, and grabs the end, ripping it back out the way it came, along with a good deal of his own tissue. He tosses the bolt at the pair of warriors who've approached, to their great dismay. Before their eyes even have time to drop at the unexpectedly resilient warrior, Daimargh feels the pain vanish as the protective magic he'd worked earlier kicks in, fulling repairing the wound. "You dropped something," he growls at the men, flinging himself at the closer of the two, his hands glowing an unpleasant color of violet as they seek to steal the man's vitality.
Daimargh looks at the people and doesn't suspect anything is off, until he hears Onyx calling out to the Collective that they're about to be ambushed.
Thanks,but save your magic Adept, I can handle this. With a thought, Daimargh flickered from view, his body and equipment taking on the color and texture of the surrounding environment. He moved forward, darting from behind boulders, wasted chunks of metal from the golems, and the bodies of fallen soldiers, from both sides. Every so often, he would come across a downed enemy soldier who was still breathing, at which point Daimargh would drop a hand down to touch the warrior, stealing their last bit of life, and taking it for himself and the others in the collective. A few minutes later, as foot-soldiers crash into the shield wall, Daimargh creeps up, then breaks into a sprint, catching an unsuspecting and shield-bearing soldier. Slipping his arm under the shield and brushing up against the man's chest, he steals the man's vitality, knocking him immediately unconscious. Daimargh hustles to his feet, and bolts through the now broken shield line towards the others, already blending back into the environment, as the foot-soldiers collapse on the gap in the wall behind him.
Daimargh runs off in the direction of a group of badly hurt warriors, encouraging the worst of them to stand down and rest. After some minutes of triage, he collects his thoughts, and rallies the few battle-ready men left, and heads off in what he hopes is the right direction.
"Damned heights..." Daimargh grumbled, dropping down from the entrance. He knew from experience it wasn't even worth his time to try and land gracefully-- easier to let himself heal up in a few moments. He nonchalantly walked off the edge.
Darimargh stood up from the fall after just a second, the bruises disappearing before they can even finish growing.
Daimargh hustles over to the space, happy to have some sort of cover from the impending explosion.
"Well, here we go then!" He pulls out a long, thin crystal from the holster at his side, and concentrates on it for a second, filing himself with healing energy from the crystal.
Pushing the healing energy from himself over to Bustik , he darts past a few downed enemies, and takes up position behind their main forces, keeping a watchful eye on Celeste and The Craving over on the tower, even as he calls a mind-blade to hand, just in case. "Be an awful lot easier if you lot'd just surrender!" he yells, mostly joking.
Daimargh sees Bustik continuing to take a beating, but noting his resilience, decides to take just another moment before joining the fray directly- though he does push the healing from his potion towards the half-giant. Focusing on as much of the group as he can mangage, he sends out a pulse of invigorating energy, toughening their bodies against incoming harm.
Daimargh accepts the rope from Adept silently, and then waits for the teleport. While he waits, he manifests Vigor on himself, to prepare for whatever it is he finds when he arrives. As he feels the extra life come flowing into him, he notices the infernal rhythm inside him from the potion he'd consumed, and pushes the healing he doesn't need out to those who do.
When he arrives at the top, he immediately looks around for an anchor for the rope, and he ties it off and drops it down as needed for the others.
The first thing he sees is the falling pieces of their golem. Dodging out of the way, only a few pieces of rock find him; compared to his previous injuries, it's barely anything. Pulling a vial from his belt, he uncorks it and drains the contents. Feeling the familiar eerie sense that Infernal Healing always brings, he shakes off the pain, and continues to monitor the others in the collective.
Craven does have a rope, it looks like.
::Just waiting for a ride is all!::
Oh hrm, I traded d my utility power for the bigger collective feat. As there is a 5% chance of me passing the climb, I think I'll stay on the ground and throw buffs out for a while, until I can get a port up in a lull.
If anyone cares, this is the healing gained w/ natural healing organized by number of targets and pp spent.
edit: example
**tldr; After level 11, Vitalist heals get an awful lot better than they are in early levels.
Daimargh feels the magic from Davor come over the collective, and absorbs the full measure of one of the pulses, riding the familiar wave from injured to healthy as he'd done so many times before. Noting the magnitude of some of the others injuries, he pushes more healing towards them, keeping less for himself than he might have otherwise. Standing up a little straighter, he pushes the rest of the energy out to the others. Realizing Bustik is hurt more than the others, he manifests a healing power of his own, bringing forth the restorative energy in himself, Davor, and Bustik. Before the unneeded vitality dissipates from Davor though, he pulls it back and spreads it over Bustik and himself.
Busy busy busy day at work, but I'll get a real post in tonight. Future Plans: If/when Daimargh dies, I think I'll put together something with Akasha.
Daimargh kept an eye on the falling artillery even as he monitored the health of the team through the collective on the next step of their approach. The trick would be efficiently doling out their magic. Davor could generate a lot more healing than he could, and wasting that resource would be tragic, if not lethal, mistake. Balancing 'when' the team was hurt enough to merit healing- that was the knife's edge they were walking on. From nowhere, a ball of light took an arcing path out of the sky, then streaked towards Daimargh. Before it reached him, countless more appeared, then followed. The first one, and the next few dozen bounced harmlessly off the Shield spell Onyx had cast earlier. After an unnerving few seconds though, the Shield sputtered out, and left him unprotected. Gritting his teeth and steeling himself, Daimargh took the missiles in the chest, one after another, before dropping to a knee at the final one, hurt again, and angrier still, but still breathing. ::Aye, that we should, Davor. Now seems like the right time:: he offered back in through the mindlink, his growing frustration apparent.
"Aye, that we do," Daimargh agrees with Davor with a sharp smile. Daimargh turns to look at the fortress, still quite a ways away. Opening his hand, he focuses on forming his mind-blade, if only for the familiar comfort of feeling it in his palm. As he assumes a defensive stance and falls in behind the Golem. Keeping pace with the walking fortress, a faint glimmer surrounds Daimargh, a visible manifestation of his defenses.
Yeah, I almost made one. Awesome yes, but a lot more one-dimensional. With the two of us each bringing half of it, we have some other options, which is nice, and still get the functionality.
So. Davor heals himself and 4 others for 53. Letting our healers keep themselves alive seems important, so we'll fill Davor, then take that 6 overflow and add it to the pot... Davor: 53x4=212; Plus his 6 of overflow gives 218. The Infernal Healing from Onyx on Daimargh heals him for 60 hp (Fast Healer ftw), only 47 of which is needed, so we'll let that extra 13 go into the collective as well. For kicks, we might as well have Daimargh be one of the 4 healed, so his Fast Healer bonus kicks again for an extra 2 hp... So that puts the available healing at 233 And the total missing HP at: 168
Davor: 71/71 -- FULL
Looks like everyone can get full, unless I've made some pretty serious math problems.
Daimargh nods to Davor and brushes off the dirt from his fall. Monitoring the Collective, he redistributes the energy from healing from Davor to the others as needed. As the others begin to move around and congregate, their wounds stitch up and everyone feels as good as new. "Get over here, all o' yah! Our ride's getting away!"
"See what I mean? An awful lot easier before you lot get yerselves dead. HA!" Daimargh lets himself smile a bit, clearly pleased with the work they've done, even knowing that the hard part is still to come.
Er, wait, so Onyx is just leaving then?
Looking over, he sees Davor extinguish the flames from himself, then egress the golem, presumably to retreat to somewhere they could heal. Damned golem, damned anti-magic... he thinks as he finds his way to an edge and leaps from the golem.
Landing hard, Daimargh's legs collapse under the weight and he falls prone, though conscious, hurt, and angry.
Not AWOL, I'm just rarely home on a Saturday. I'll throw a real post up tomorrow from not my phone.
"Eh, I've heard enough. Let's get to it then."
"Had the highest death-rate YESTERDAY, it did, aye. We'll see about tomorrow." Daimargh yells from where he sits talking to Davor. "Hell of a lot easier to keep you all from dyin' in the first place, in my experience!" Turning back to Davor, Daimargh replies through a gruff smirk, "Vitality. Give it to one of us, and I can move it to another. Hell of a lot easier than running around trying to lay a hand on a whirling dervish, it is."
"Rest up. Or don't. Might be your last night. Enjoy it how you like." Daimargh doesn't seem particularly concerned with much, though he does make his way towards Davor to discuss a combined strategy for the following day.
If there's six of us, I might swap a feat for a larger collective so I can fit everyone. Other than that, ready to go!
Well, there's certainly a lot more healing this time round. I expect that SoP Cures consolidated and dealt out through the Vitalist collective will be a pretty serious active tank...
Daimargh nodded and shuffled away from the commander having received orders and moves towards where the others have gathered. "Well, someone's gotta keep you all alive, and I guess that's me. Daimargh's the name" he grumbles in introduction, coming to a stop just before the team. "Give me a moment, huh? This'll just take a minute."
I'd still like to get in, if there's room. Throwing a post in Gameplay too.
This is Daimargh. He's a capable melee combatant (Soulknife), but really excels as a healer (Vitalist) too. I definitely could have optimized him more for healing with Spheres, but I'm more interested in seeing how the Vitalist plays out, as I tend to end up in a lot more DSP games than Spheres games. |