Trevel Caleft Average, Broad, Stable Fort HP: 35 +1 DMG
Trevel wasn't exactly in a stellar mood, the highblood had yet again, fallen in water. While he was fine now, and completely dried off he had come by this way in hopes of getting himself out of his funk. Side eyeing Kursha as Trevel approached the "battle" field, the purpleblood raised an eyebrow as he took into account the redblood booth owner was on the offense today.
"Hmmm.." He appraised the greenblood thoughtful as he mimed a T at him. "Given the situation...how about we team up?" Trevel offered after a bit of consideration. With a smirk to match, he completed his fort. Trevel quickly hunkered down for now to protect himself.
Now was the time to load up on ammo, and prepare for the oncoming battle royale. Yureey was a tricky b*****d, but Trevel didn't mess around when it came to snowball wars. He managed to make six neatly formed green and white stripped balls. He added a little sand to them that happened to be mixed into the ground (unsurprising as they were in Civisect which was butt up against the coast line). Lastly he snatch up the snowball slingshot, a smirk crossing the boys face.
Yureey didn't stand a chance now that all attention had been re-directed to him.
Trevel loaded up his hands with a few of his snowballs..and loaded one of them into his Snowball Slingshot. Advancing on the redblood, Trevel showed no fear as he advanced. His confidience showed as he went after the other troll directly. Cornering the other, or at least so he believed he readied to pelt the other in a volley of well deserved snowballs. As the other pleaded, no begged him not to attack...Trevel momentarily considered it due to how pathetic the other sounded.
Only a minty white snowball suddenly pelted him square in the face.
This meant war. His eyes widened as he began unleashing a volley of snowballs, aiming to take the other down. No mister nice trolls!! It was now Yureey on the receiving end of what Kursha had been subjected to. His lusus even joined the fray...she dropped a snowball right on top of the booth owners head as she flapped beside her troll, at the ready to protect him.
Each troll can attack mini-boss four times per day ALL DAY LONG, whenever they choose. Battle guide.
Refer to the snow fort and snow ammo table to determine your HP and (perhaps) damage bonus for the game! Don't forget to roll 2d6 to do damage! Attacks reset @12pm AST!
HP:281/300
If you rolled a 1, Yureey somehow managed to sneak behind you, throwing some red and sticky snowballs. Take 5 dmg.
If you rolled a 2, you managed to take down a small part of the snow fortress, but a pile of snow slides right on top of you. Take 4 dmg.
If you rolled a 3, you have squared Yureey and it seems he won't be able to escape an armful of snowballs. Yet after he pleads and you almost consider it, Yureey throws a minty white snowball right to your face. Take 3 dmg.
If you rolled a 4, you make as many snowballs as you can and even managed to hit Yureey! A satisfying feeling actually. But just as you had a moment of sweet sweet victory, someone clubs you with a snow club. Take 3 dmg.
If you rolled a 5, You find Yureey lying on the snow knocked out cold with a snow sword under his armpit. Either he's actually knocked out or he's just acting. As you kneel down to inspect, Yureey takes the chance to throw another snowball. Take 2 dmg.
If you rolled a 6, Attacking the fortress seemed like the best way to avoid having snow shoved down your clothes or thrown at your face. Yet from the safety of your tower, you slip. Take 2 dmg.
Static Really the snow monster was more scary in the fact that it was Yuriee sticking snow down everyone's back. So, for protection from that, Static needed a better fort. He considered just skipping the boss fight and throing snow at the booth owner, but he decided to at least go through the steps and build a fort.
This fort tho? Yeah it would protect him from nothing...
Stemma firmly held the hands of Oisier and Reisio, walking through the sea of booths and carefully appraising each for its merits and class. So many of them had things to do with eating, or with... a**-jackery. It seemed far from Stemma's preferred wheelhouse, her refined palette.
But the snowball booth seemed interesting. That was a normal, common, winter activity. It could be— dare she say— fun?
"Let's build a fort!" She cheered, raising their hands in the air. "Surely, we will find victory in large numbers!"
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2018 9:02 pm
Reisio was tugged along by Stemma, happily crunching through the snow. It was a bit strange, actually - her hand was much different than Oisier's, but... It wasn't unpleasant! The blueblood papped the blue out of their cheeks with their other mitten. They were a bit too toasty under their thick, wooly scarf.
"Ohh!" This was a good choice. Like the spear-hucking booth, but less deadly. Snowballs were much easier to throw!
Reisio got to work helping Stemma. Their fort... Certainly wasn't very impressive.
"Should we make a ... Provisional fort?"
Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2018 9:06 pm
"Hmm..." Stemma tapped her chin. It was a little short, wasn't it? "Yes, we should!" She nodded her head in approval.
"It's not tall enough to hide Krampa, is it? We can't leave him exposed to the brutality of our enemy!" She noted. Krampa nodded along. He didn't want to get hit by snowballs, if he could avoid it.
Reisio put a fist into one of their mittens. "Then we shall make another fort! For your Krampa! This one will cover our lusii okay." They explained. The flatworms shuffled into the tiny hive, covering the surface of the ground like two squishy rugs.
They got to work!
It was an average hive, and unfortunately the eager twin was a bit too excited and caused some structural damage. At least it was a bit taller and wider than their last effort.
Oisier refused to admit it, but the sensation of holding Stemma's hand rather than Reisio's was surprisingly natural. Perhaps the fact that most everyone was wearing gloves and mittens had something to do with it. They easily followed the purpleblood's lead to the snowball booth. They did, however, take a moment to mentally critique the rather... budget-conscious design of the booth itself. Still, they could hardly deny a challenge that supported strength in numbers. They grinned at the proposition.
Their enthusiasm didn't seem to do much to aid in the construction of their fort. Between Oisier and Reisio's eager mittens, their fort was twice as big as either could produce alone. However that still evened out to approximately one fort's worth of coverage between them. That was all they really needed, right..?
Stemma looked over the forts they had made. They weren't horribly impressive, were they? Well, working with snow was neither of their specialties! The needed a handicap to get some extra defenses, clearly. But Stemma wasn't going to ask for it, that was for sure.
"Let's... make some good snowballs." She scooped some of the snow into her hands and got to work.
