That Voodoo that Who Do?

[Animus]

A fierce elation comes as Invictus falls, but quickly turns to horror as the ground closes around him. Tug [i]needed those arms back. Guided more by instinct than rational thought, the Thyrsus drops to his knees, clawed hands tearing at the dirt before him. Alison's arrival goes unnoticed. There is only the task at hand, and the flashes of imagery threatening to overwhelm him.

Darkness, penetrated only by the ghostly images of soundsight. Tug's life, snuffed out like a match. Alison, disappearing behind a wall of pure shadow. Tug's screams as he wakes, his arms severed from his body. Through everything, Animus continues to dig, seeking to free the one thing that could set everything right, his body language more fitting for an animal than a human.

[Alison Yates]

Alison rounded the corner in her Ushal form and started rushing forward to see the battle get resolved before she closed the distance. She saw Animus begin digging and quickly went over to join him in trying to clear dirt and retreve Tug's arms. She just hoped that they were not too late.

[Tug]

Tug cheers as the zombie falls apart. Had they killed its master? After all this time, had they finally stopped him? He starts to high-five Ash, but that only makes him very, very sad. He runs over to the edge to get a look at Animus and Alison below, with the slain Invictus. "You did it! His buddy fell apart!" he yells over. "I can't, uh...can't get down, though. Are my..." a lump in the throat gives the big man pause. "Are my babies okay?"

[West]

Need a chance die from each digger...

[Animus]

mystery die

2010-09-01 08:08:19

Animus rolls 1 to do something insignificant (10 Again, Chance)

6

failure

[Alison Yates]

mystery roll

2010-09-01 12:33:10
Alison rolls 1 to mystery (Chance)
6
failure

With combat over Alison will shift to Urhan to continue to dig.

[Darren Nash]

Ash watches in wonder as the zombie collapses after one punch and was all ready to go celebrating. That was, however, until he realized that Tug was cheering elsewhere, looking over the edge to Animus. Carefully moving towards him, he looks over to spot Animus and Alison digging through the ground, obviously looking for something.

Taking a sidelong glance at Tug and the thought of two arms stuck under the ground seems like a punchline.

"Animus, hold on, I've got an idea," he shouts, one sentence that is quite dangerous when coming from a guy like Ash, before locating the ladder and quickly descending. Moving over to where they both were, the Moros knelt on the ground around where they were both digging. Taking his pendant in one hand while sweeping his hand over the earth in an effort to clear the view and locate the Guns(tm), Ash concentrates the last of he reserves on the other aspect of his path, trying desperately to get this right at least.

Steel Windows

2010-09-01 14:28:15 Ash rolls 1 to Paradox -1 dedicated item (10 Again) 6 failure
2010-09-01 14:26:51 Ash rolls 8 to Matter 2 + Gnosis 3 (10 Again, WillPower) 3, 3, 5, 3, 1, 8, 2, 10, 2 2 successes

[West]

The ground suddenly drops away as Ash's spell takes effect, creating a pit of suspended grass, insects, worms -- all things not dirt.

Oh, and Invictus.

Like an insect caught in amber, he appears to hang motionless, falling backward. Even his clothing is still stretched by inertia and then captured in place by the ground, revealing the gaping wound in his chest where Animus eviscerated him. One arm is outstretched, and Tug's arms are a few feet away, moons to Invictus' celestial presence.

With a clear image, Animus and Alison are able to quickly and efficiently dig straight to the arms and liberate them.

[Animus]

Feverishly, Animus scoops up Tug's arms and runs around the building toward the ladder. Glancing up toward the top, the world once again wavers around him. So high up, could he even make it with this burden? Thought was the enemy. If he stopped to think, it gave his mind time to give in to everything that had happened, and all would be lost. Instead he begins to clambor up as best he can, trying to keep hold of his precious cargo ...

roll

2010-09-01 20:23:00

Animus rolls 1 to do something insignificant (10 Again, Chance)

3

failure

[Tug]

Tug nods excitedly at Ash, then at Animus as he makes his way up the ladder with his appendages. The necromancer lay there dying, an almost pitiable creature, some misbegotten, broken child of the Wilds that had become a foul thing in the darkness of the cave. Almost. Then you realize its a person, a serial killer, that's taken so many lives, and would have been happy to take his. He's fearful of taking his eyes off him, as though he'd disappear, movie-monster style, only to appear before them with that hungry look in his crazy eyes.

But his babies have returned, oh, sweet children. There might still be time. "Ash, help him up," he says carefully, mindful of inadvertent puns that would haunt him later.