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"No power is greater than the love of a father, and no might is stronger than his scorn, save for the mother's. In the absence, he must become both."

The hateful glow of the comet was shrouded behind the trees, the farmstead ahead was only barely visible from the thicket and the decrepit ruins therein. One could hear the groaning of a thousand bodies behind the brief weald, that small patch of dead trees, turned blue by the roots which sipped the unearthly power within the very ground. They were alive with deadly anger, something... evil. It was as if this very land was alive with the Comet's will, and whatever was beyond these old gates were ready and waiting for the encroaching team to approach. Perhaps the father entering this place would feel a sense of pride, for retaining life without such hateful light within his veins.

Whatever the case was, the stage is set, and the koopa who signed his name to this suicide mission wouldn't be wise to abandon now, nor would he be foolish to step to the plate, in search of those shards to embolden their bodies and his breath within his body to burn a path to victory.

(Mari ! Bring the Bows!)

[Mari]

POW! Bowser slapped open the gates and stormed right in without much hesitation or fanfair. The gates would be lucky to stay on their hinges after he had a go at them. "...I'm sick of watching my people starve." Bowser muttered. His people, the koopa kingdom, had been starving before the meteor fell. Now they were dropping like flies, and every solution around them looked positively grim. That is, except one. Bowser had to deal with this himself. It was the only way to make things better.

Bowser 200/200 HP 75/75 Shield

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As Bowser entered the farmstead, the groans of unearthly beasts turn to face him, their hideous glowing crystals refracting into a deathly glow, threatening to consume all there was in this land. The all to familiar scars of burned land lay ahead of him. Jr. had been here, if the singed land and scattered Koopa Bot parts were any indication. Of course, a whip wielding creature rises from the two who'd been feasting on a crystalline pumpkin, pointing Bowser's way and hollering.

"HOOWEE! BOYS, WE GOT OURSELVES ANOTHA ONE! MAKE SURE THIS ONE DON'T GET AWAY!"

The two farmhands groan and raise their plows, menacingly shambling at Bowser in order to attack him!
VCdz4IAkp_1d15(Farmhand attacks Bowser! This deals 8% damage!)
p_1d15(The other one as well! Same as above!

Just as the farmhands charge and lazily swing their plows overhead to strike Bowser with their deathly endurance, the Foreman whips his arm back, and cracks his crystalline whip into the back of one of the farmhands, invigorating him to attack! Of course, this only caused the farmhand to scream, before swinging again..!

p_1d15(Farmhand 1 attacks again! 8% damage!)

Farmhand x2, 20% health each.

Foreman, with 50% health

1d15·1d15·1d15

[Mari]

...Were those his son's toys? Like he needed to be angrier. Before long though, he was approached by several strange, small creatures that thought themselves an equal opponent. "...Huh." Bowser scoffed, watching them carefully.

tyHtKSAkp_1d20-2 (Bowser's Farmhand Dodge; Success)
p_1d20-2 (Bowser's Farmhand Dodge; Success)
p_1d20-2 (Bowser's Farmhand Dodge; Success)

Bowser, with shocking agility for a giant turtle monster, took a few big steps back such that the farmhand's attacks would miss him! "Gwahaha! You wimps should try picking plumbers! They're more 'your size'." Bowser chortled, hunkering down and spewing fire at the group of minions, bathing them in a rotating inferno to fry them to a crisp!

p_1d20+3 (Bowser's Fire Breath @ All; Does 14% damage, plus an additional 14% damage if they fail their dodge roll by 6 or more.)
p_1d20+3 (Bowser's Fire Breath @ All; Does 14% damage, plus an additional 14% damage if they fail their dodge roll by 6 or more.)
p_1d20+3 (Bowser's Fire Breath @ All; Does 14% damage, plus an additional 14% damage if they fail their dodge roll by 6 or more.)

Bowser 200/200 HP 75/75 Shield

1d20-2·1d20-2·1d20-2·1d20+3·1d20+3·1d20+3

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Given the sluggishness of the Farmhands, they were unable to even begin to evade the fiery breath of the Koopa King, swallowed whole by his powerful gusting breath. The searing heat tears across the corrupted dirt and outward like a touch of counter-death. Just as the flames spread out in their vengeful grasp, torching the remains of the soil to a further dust, the Foreman moves as fast as he can backward away from the ashes...


sBRZJqpSp_1d20p_1d20p_1d20
Consumed.

The Foreman was engulfed in the furious blaze just as he turned tail to run, his entire form consumed by the ever-spreading heat. With one final scream, the Foreman was no more, the wave finished, the area cleared for a brief moment. Twisting barricades of reality crack open, and launch more enemies about. Two corrupted scarecrows raise themselves from the dirt, standing tall, T-Posed and ready for action. Another foreman appears on scene, cracking his whip and snapping it forward, not even speaking. Hollow wails escape him as he winds his lash around, striking the gem-encrusted head of the whip right at the Koopa King!

p_1d20(Remove Trespassers! If it hits, deals 20% damage and has a 10% chance to inflict Blight. A stacking DoT dealing 2% damage per turn for 3 turns.)

As for the Scarecrows, they waited, anticipating an attack...

If you fail to roll above a 10 vs the Scarecrows, they'll launch a counter attack dealing 10% damage per each counter, and inflicting blight!

Scarecrow x2, with 25% health each.

Foreman, with 50% health

CURRENT KILL COUNT
3

1d20·1d20·1d20·1d20

[Mari]

Bowser ducked and retreated into his hsell, using it to protect him from the foreman's whip!

((Bowser uses his bubble shield to block Remove Trespassers!))

"Gruh... More of you! I'll pound as many of you chumps as you can throw at me!" Bowser yelled as he emerged from his shell. Once again, he took a deep breath and spewed a torrent of flames at the oncoming enemies!

SLw6Fpi2p_1d20+2 (Bowser's CRITICAL Fire Breath @ All; Does 42% damage)

He then stopped, hesitating a moment before storming over to the surviving Foreman. "...When you get back to whatever master spawned you, tell him I'm coming." Bowser growled out, raising one clawed hand to the sky and bringing it down over the foreman with a chortle of sadistic delight. Perhaps his master would recognize that he was a big enough thread and spare his minions the defeat.

p_1d20+3 (Bowser's Claw Swipe! @ Foreman; Does 12% Damage and has a 100% chance of poisoning)

Bowser 200/200 HP 45/75 Shield

1d20+2·1d20+3