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Tarasik lumbers backward several steps as the rainbow light bursts forward, stumbling out of his enraged stupor. Some small part of him expected almost more. Like the great beast to come bursting back at the last hour, reigniting the fight in it's fullest. The rest of him, struggling to contain his battle-instinct, knew on a fundamental level that this was just the same thing he felt after every fight he'd experienced in life. His strength, and the strength of his companions, had utterly destroyed their opposition once again. Now it was time to fuel that rage and aggression into more productive elements. "Soldiers are- Are still being trapped. Tarasik will help... Will help them!" He shouts though the headache ringing through his skull, before practically launching himself forward towards the rifts, his weapon left behind. If there was any chance he could save some poor soul from the darkened depths, he would take it.
I will find it funny how the big dumb guy is the one who ends up walking away with the cleanest mind of the four. Perhaps there's not much in there for the madness to take hold over? Hahah
DAng, that's actually some solid music. So... Is this it, my friends? Is it time we bid our little band farewell?
The beast's might below shakes the giant to his very core, rattling every inch of his exceptionally large bones. Yet what would fell lesser men will not fell the strongman, and he hoists his weapon up for more successive blows.
The giant grunts as the eldritch beast practically stomps upon him, his hand flying upwards to try and block the attack's brunt. Determination fuels his form as he pushes it back, a heavy breath on his lips. What dredges of vigor Walter's earlier spell Aided him with had been quickly sheered off by the blow.
Breathing deeply, feeling the Fervor and Aid granted by his companion's sorcery, Tarasik leaps right into action. Quite literally, by taking several long bounding strides. His calm facade cracks mid-step, the Russkin letting loose a bestial roar as he rears back at the last moment to deliver a shin-bashing strike against the being that dared to be larger than him.
My only relation with the conflict is being human, I suppose, and as a human I don't much enjoy seeing my fellows fighting. Edit: Well actually, I do have a friend I make maps for who's Russian. It's made getting paid for my work harder, but like, small potatoes compared to the violence.
"It is probably weak to blunt objects smashing through skull.TRasik is ashamed to admit, but bigger then expected."
"Tarasik did not loose mind," He informs in such a straight-forward manner, that it's difficult to tell if he was boasting or merely informing them of fact. "Did not charge ahead either. Walter, you are to be using your magics now. Tarasik may not be loosing mind, but in the face of this beast will not be letting down guard."
My friend as I talk to him about how I passed the will save due to Superstition; "Oh my god, it's a giant elder god!"
Tarasik heres the thump beside him, and slowly pans himself over to watch Billy lay face down in the dirt. His eyes drift further along to land on Walter, similarly in a catatonic state. He finishes by turning towards Djon, watching the shady man almost expectantly.
Despite practically taking mortar fire to the face, Tarasik manages to come out barely worse then Walter did by dodging out of the way.
Tarsik has never exactly been what one would consider 'limber' and 'quick to react'.
Tarasik, well aware of the situation about to take place, doesn't opt to even hide his normal stature this time. His steps lumber forward with enough force that some might have trouble telling between him and the mortars making the ground shake. Already he carries his weapon, resting it over his shoulder as he marches.
With a spit to the ground in dismissal, "Only thing that needs understanding is where to slam Молот-винтовка into face. Will not allow mind to be lost. Will not allow world to die. Tarasik is simply too angry for this to affect him."
The Russkin's face twists in disgust at Djon's rather forceful display. "This is what happens when dabble with witchcraft. Would only be loosing stomach during hard work or good party, not when talking with unseen strangers. Tarasik will not be loosing own stomach in face of creature."
Tarasik does not apologize for being dummy thicc.
Will not be bigger then Tarasik." He says with confidence.
The giant grumbles from where he sat on the stage's lip. "This is consequences of witchcraft. Tarasik will not run and allow it to poison your mind. Already dangerous enough as is."
Not so impressive if going by dice rolls, but still. Continuing to update, will be done within an hour or so. Edit: Finished updating! Biggest change this level is reaching the third level of Beast totem, granting me the ability to "Pounce" (Full attack at the end of a charge). Don't know what the final combats will be like, but hopefully it'll be useful at least once. Edit 2: Actually, if it's only being to be a single fight against a powerful Cthulhu-like entity, maybe the Eater of Magic rage-power would be better, just in case of an emergency...
The first bullet strikes, and for the first time in months the giant's flesh gives way just a little. Red splotches stain his shoulder, yet Tarasik pays it no mind. Instead he growls dangerously, shifting his hammer to one hand while reaching out with his other.
I think this is the first time Tarasik's dipped into his actual health pool in regards to damage. He still has a huge swath it though.
I sure do love being strong. ;] You know, I actually feel weirdly self conscious when I see those damage numbers. Perhaps I worry that Rando is gonna take it out on all of us with an exceptionally strong foe. ...Though at the same time, that could be fun...
Tarasik's eyes zero in on Garvi as he fires. Battle instincts prompt him angle his bulk just enough for the first shot to narrowly scrape his protective jacket. He's unable to pull the same trick off for the second shot, the bullet impacting his heavy hide, bruising heavily before the metallic slag is brushed off. He hefts the smoking head of his strange rifle, making a quick dashing line for the two closers foes. At the last momment his control breaks, and slams the hammer down with force.
"Understood." Tarsik says as he starts to lumber forward, body expanding as the ring's hold over his body is broken once more. His eyes are piercing and focused while slinging his weapon out from the confines of his coat. Seeing that he's unable to get completely up close with a single dash forward, he takes aim for the first time in a long while. He aims for who seems closest, hoping perhaps to startle and distract.
Rhat one. When I wake up properly I'll have him charge on in
Tarasik raises one of his fists, and then promptly brings it down square on the man's head to knock him back out. "We must be moving quickly."
"Old things just easier to break." Tarasik reasons, eyes lazily glancing towards Walter all on their own.
"Please to be answering questions. No harm will be coming for you." Tarasik lopsidedly informs.
The giant's shoulders sag in some slight relief. "Tarasik shall be picking them up now." Statement made, he rushes over and starts hauling both men over his shoulders.
Never thought I'd get to use that bonus from his archtype to influence crowds, but maybe it'll help things from turning into a cluster. Edit: Also, sometimes I wish I took that feat to add his strength bonus to his intimidate score, or maybe a trait to switch it around. +6 just seems so small for a brutally dangerous man like Tarasik. Gentle giant, anyone?
Tarasik glowered at the crowd, his eyes flickering around. He knew that in just moments tempers will spark into a blaze of mindless panic and fury. People could get hurt, innocent people that were only here because of orders like he once was or civilians caught in the crossfire. This wasn't what the giant wanted. So he started to step forward, letting himself seem larger, seem intimidating. He couldn't stop them from panicking, tensions were already too high. Yet much as he did when he fought in battle, he could redirect it elsewhere.
"Everyone must leave! It is dangerous to be here, return to your homes and families, seek shelter away from here!"The giant shouted, making wide sweeping gestures with his arms as he moved forward, as if to defend the people from themselves.
I'll need to dedicate some time to reading through it more to give a better opinion of maiming, but I did find it amusing. You know, I'm part of a discord group for gaming (it's more aimed at the superhero subsection but there's healthy room for other, even independently developed games). I could shoot you a link if you'd like to promote it there.
"Genericum", huh? Clever naming.
Tarasik is, once more, not quite too sure on what his companions are expecting him to do. He just does what he does best and moves with the flow, sticking by Walter as best he can. He's a shockingly stealthy man when the situation calls for it.
Luckily Tarasik has effectively endless muscles.
His sensitive nose wrinkles as the scent hits him. "Thinking that we are done here."
While Tarasik couldn't understand over half of what the soldier said, the way a man spoke could be just as informative. Often even moreso.
"We need to be getting information. Learn of officers, learn where murder is taking place. He is to be telling these things if wishing for safety." Tarasik speaks with a dour eye towards the bleeding man. "Will not be wanting witchcraft to touch mind, yes?"
Slowly, the man seems to gather himself back in order. He looks down at the weapon in his hands, smothered with blood and something more visceral. He balls a hand into a fist to hold it over his mouth. Turning away from the violence he inflicted being the coward's way out, he met the dead men with dignity. "Tarasik has misplaced his strength once again. ...Walter, please be using your witchcraft to help remove stains upon Молот-винтовка."
Man, even while he's at a reduced size, tarasik hits like a godamned truck. Also, apoligies that it seems we got a bit confused along the way.
Tarasik burst in like his usual self, and hefted his hammer with a cold stare as he lumbered forward with grim determination. It was onlt just barely by the grace of their gods that he did not fully lean into his strikes, keeping them bound to this mortal realm.
Ahh, I see
The giant looks down to his elder comrade, confined in the shadows of a recently evacuated structure. His weapon is held in hand, primed for use whenever it was time. He was still somewhat unsure of the roll he was meant to play, but he would surely do everything he could to fulfil it.
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