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Zindarel's page
96 posts. Alias of Brainiac.
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Zindarel twirls her blades around before returning them to their holsters. She bows to Slash Rose and Violet Femme. "As always, I am your instrument. I go where you command."
Reflex: 1d8 ⇒ 2
Zindarel squeaks as the kart squishes her! Barely conscious, she gasps out a healing spell!
Heals Plz!: 1d10 ⇒ 7
Reflex: 1d8 ⇒ 3
Zindarel yelps as she gets zapped! She hurls shuriken a the various clowns, hoping to strike true!
Shuriken!: 1d12 ⇒ 10
Reflex: 1d8 ⇒ 5
Zindarel takes a glancing hit from a balloon man, but she returns the favor!
Stab: 1d12 ⇒ 6
Fortitude: 1d4 ⇒ 2
Sugar Crash! Becomes a 4 but sugar rush ends.
Zindarel manages to resist the sucking wind with the last bit of her sugar-fueled strength. She breathes heavily as the sugar leaves her system.
Taking stock of the battlefield, Zindarel sees Betty fall! The fairy uses her healing magic on the portly woman!
Fairy Healing: 1d10 ⇒ 3
GTFO: 1d8 ⇒ 5
"Eek! Die die die!" Zindarel squeaks as the silly string burns her. She darts at the spidermobile to stab at its legs, hoping to pop them!
Pop Pop: 1d12 ⇒ 8
Reflex: 1d8 ⇒ 6
Zindarel avoids the birds as she continues to stabby stabby, giggling with sugar-fueled glee!
Stabby Stabby: 1d12 ⇒ 12
Fortitude: 1d4 ⇒ 4
Zindarel resists the acid and stabs stabs stabs!
Stab the Clown!: 1d12 ⇒ 5
Will: 1d6 ⇒ 5
Reflex: 1d8 ⇒ 7
Zindarel keeps her wits about her and quickly begins karate-chopping and crane-kicking any crows that dare to come near her!
Zindarel squeaks and zips back to her friends. "Scary crow clown! Under the bridge! You can stand on it! Come on, come on, or he'll hurt the other Amazons!"
She zips back and forth between the bridge and her friends, saying things like, "Hey!" and "Listen!" until they finally follow.
Zindarel quickly zips under the bridge to see what is sending the message!
"Sayonara, sucker!" Zindarel giggles, then zips out of the crashed car and across the field of battle to stab at the gunners!
Sugar Stab!: 1d12 ⇒ 6
Fortitude: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Zindarel easily slips out of Bastardom’s grasp. She lunges for the necklace—
Attack: 1d12 ⇒ 1
—and her pupils dilate as the effects of the fairy cake kick in! ”Oh, yeah!” she squeaks as she stabs the necklace again and again and again!
SUGAR RUSH!
Zindarel quickly chows down on a fairy cake as they prepare the attack. Once Illuria unleashes her gaze, the fairy zips through the air toward the open roof of M.C. Bastardom’s vehicle. She tries to identify the magic dampener so she can destroy it.
Destroy Dampener: 1d12 ⇒ 4
Zindarel remains tense from her spot on the dashboard, ready to grab either a shuriken or a cake from her outfit, whichever is the most appropriate!
Zindarel checks her knives and shuriken. "Ready. Let's finish this," she says.
In a flash, Zindarel zips over, drops the tracker on another truck, and zips back before the others even register she was gone. "Done."
Tracker Jacker: 1d12 ⇒ 12
Zindarel takes her seat on the dashboard beside the hula girl, holding onto the figurines thighs to keep her balance.
Zindarel bows to the man. ”Very well. I shall pass your request along to the captain.”
The fairy zips back to her companions to tell them what she has found.
Zindarel sighs with relief when she returns to her normal size. Being humongous is fun for a short time, but it's rather disorienting seeing everything else around her so small!
When she hears the noises, the fairy quickly flies through the garage to try to find the source of the engine sound.
Dodge: 1d4 ⇒ 3
Zindarel dodges the flying motorcycle then leaps and slices at the head!
But Wait, There's More!: 1d12 ⇒ 6
Fortitude: 1d8 ⇒ 2
Zindarel hits the ground hard as the giant tackles her! Black begins to creep into her vision as she wavers on the edge of consciousness, but she uses her magic to heal her injuries.
Healing: 1d10 ⇒ 4
Will: 1d6 ⇒ 2
Zindarel chokes on the vapors, but even as she gasps for breath, she slices at the giant’s head and arms!
Julienne Giant!: 1d12 ⇒ 10
Fortitude: 1d8 ⇒ 3
Zindarel grunts in pain as she takes the hits, then the giant fairy responds in kind!
Hack and Slash: 1d12 ⇒ 6
Fortitude: 1d8 ⇒ 6
Zindarel slices the teapot hand in half with her katana, then delivers a devastating counter assault!
Slice and Dice: 1d12 ⇒ 12
Seeing big boy get even bigger, Zindarel activates her "victorious secret." The fairy shoots up in height, rivaling the giant man!
Giant Growth: 1d20 ⇒ 16
"Happy birthday, mother forker!" she shouts as she stabs at him with her kunai.
Reflex: 1d8 ⇒ 8
Zindarel deftly dodges dangerous debris!
Zindarel shakes off the compulsion and finally lets out the shriek of terror she’s been internalizing. ”EEEK!”
Magic Knowledge: 1d10 ⇒ 9
Zindarel flies over to the soda, ready to quench her thirst!
Zindarel licks her lips behind her mask. ”So parched. Need a drink,” she says, still politely waiting for a slice of cake as well.
Will: 1d6 ⇒ 1
Despite her fears. Zindarel calmly moves forward....
Zindarel shrieks and hurls shuriken at the passing clowns for good measure!
Take That!: 1d12 ⇒ 8
Zindarel is terrified of clowns! She shrieks and wildly hurls shuriken at them!
Clown Killer: 1d12 ⇒ 3
Reflex: 1d8 ⇒ 8
This time, Zindarel dodge-rolls out of the way with grace and panache!
Attack!: 1d12 ⇒ 1
But her attacks go wide!
Defend: 1d8 ⇒ 1
Shuriken Burst: 1d12 ⇒ 5
Zindarel shrieks in pain as she is set upon from multiple directions! She hurls shuriken in all directions, trying to fend off her assailants.
Zindarel narrows her eyes at the men. "For some reason, I don't trust them," she says quietly to Illuria.
Zindarel smiles at the nerdy devil when he compliments her. Of course, the fairy’s mask conceals the expression, so he probably just thinks she is glaring at him angrily.
Once the shoot is complete, the fairy dons her normal ninja garb again. She touches the enchanted strip of cloth, and it promptly vanishes from sight. Zindarel giggles as a rush of power goes through her.
If asked where the cloth went or what her newfound superpower is, she will reply, ”That’s my victorious secret,” and wink, but she does not elaborate further.
Zindarel looks from the blushing nerd to the rest of her more fully clothed companions. ”Oh. Did I misunderstand the assignment?” she inquires, but she shrugs it off.
Willpower: 1d6 ⇒ 3
The fairy focuses her will and makes her wings batlike to better sell the succubus angle. She reclines on the big comfy bed in various luxurious poses, winking and beckoning to the cameras.
Poses: 1d12 ⇒ 111d12 ⇒ 51d12 ⇒ 7
Zindarel doesn't hesitate, stripping out of her soiled clothes and slipping into the bath. She sighs in relief as she relaxes in the warm water for several minutes. Eventually, she emerges, gets her fill of the strawberries and wine, and browses through the selection of fairy-sized clothing.
Zindarel settles on a red fishnet bodysuit with built-in undergarments. She slips into the outfit, turning back and forth to check herself out. "Fashionable, daring, and comfy," she agrees.
Reflex: 1d8 ⇒ 8
Inspire: 1d12 ⇒ 3
Zindarel expertly slides under the wall, then beckons and waves her friends forward. ”Hey! Listen! Watch out!” she calls.
Reflex: 1d8 ⇒ 3
Zindarel cries out as the explosion engulfs her. Burnt and angry, she stabs at the fire breathing heads.
Revenge!: 1d12 ⇒ 1
Or tries to, at least!
Reflex: 1d8 ⇒ 6
Dodging the gore, Zindarel moves in to stab the left head.
Stab!: 1d12 ⇒ 7
Zindarel keeps her distance, hurling shuriken at the rightmost head's eye (the one on the shoulder).
Eye Shuriken!: 1d12 ⇒ 7
"Sayonara," Zindarel says with a bow towards the green globule. The fairy poofs her normal clothes back into existence and flitters near Illuria's head, ready to move on.
Dance Fight! (F, R, W): 1d4 ⇒ 21d8 ⇒ 31d6 ⇒ 5
Pow!: 1d12 ⇒ 4
Zindarel spins and rolls her belly as she gets close, then leaps up with a wing flutter to attack the tattoo!
3 steps, one power boost
Belly Dancing for Justice! (F, R, W): 1d4 ⇒ 41d8 ⇒ 71d6 ⇒ 4
Zindarel shakes off her initial disorientation and watches as Betty shimmies and shakes her way towards the drummer. The fairy nods, concealing herself with a cloud of smoke. When it clears, she is clad in a belly dancer's outfit instead of her usual garb. "Time to put my training to use," she says.
The little woman gyrates and undulates her hips as she dances across the room.
Heal self, 3 steps, glean truth.
Fort, Reflex, Will: 1d4 ⇒ 11d8 ⇒ 11d6 ⇒ 3
The sound of the drums leaves Zindarel shaken and frozen in place! It's all she can do to keep from blurting out her secrets...
Will: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Ignoring the illusion, Zindarel flies straight at Leo once more. "I've killed you once. I'll do it again!" she vows as she drives her kunais into his eyes!
Stab Leo: 1d12 ⇒ 12
Fortitude: 1d4 ⇒ 1
Moofasa's mullet knocks Zindarel around. Fumbling her weapons, the fairy focuses her ki magic inward. Suddenly, a swarm of duplicates appear around the lion-man, all of them kicking and punching at his pressure points!
Shadow Clones!: 1d10 ⇒ 8
Reflex: 1d8 ⇒ 5
Zindarel executes another dodge-roll, then makes a wing-assisted leap up to Moofasa's neck, stabbing with her blades!
Neck Strike: 1d12 ⇒ 9
"Time to take your place in the circle of death!" she quips.
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