Rook's fingers traced over the police badge in his pocket, and he reached out, touching the vivid flames that danced across Anya's scales.
Then he let go. Of himself, of the Board, of everything, and plunged into the memory of the Forge. Not Spartan's Forge, but the place where he had been transformed. He tasted fire and metal, and lived it with every fibre of his being.
And he lost part of himself in it.
Thick, crenellated fortifications erupted around his shoulders, tearing through his shirt. His body shuddered as the fires that burned inside his heart were let out, flowing across his skin like liquid. He wasn't burned. His skin rippled and tensed, new detail sprouting as he looked more and more like a weapon, and less and less like a man.
He blinked slowly, behind the sunglasses. This was new. This was good.
There was no emotion here. No pain, no worry. He simply was. Even the Board was a dim, simple command in this place.
Advance.
Yes. Time to go. At the King's word.
Date |
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Action |
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Roll |
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Result |
2012-06-05 21:54:05 |
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Rook rolls 2 to Wits 2 + Composure 3 -3 (10 Again) |
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7, 7 |
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failure |
2012-06-05 21:45:34 |
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Rook rolls 6 to Armour of Element's Fury (10 Again) |
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10, 8, 9, 8, 8, 7, 9 |
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6 successes |
2012-06-05 21:44:57 |
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Rook rolls 8 to Become the Primal Foundation (10 Again, WillPower) |
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5, 7, 5, 6, 4, 3, 8, 10, 7 |
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2 successes |
Activating Cloak of Elements (Metal), Cloak of Elements (Fire), Armour of Element's Fury (Fire) -Catch Met
Elemental Blessing & Metalflesh Blessing, -2 Glamour
Become the Primal Foundation (Metal) -4 Glamour, -1 WP