(Event) Southwatch | Page 2

• 164 / 174 HP
• Tank


-10 HP for Defense

There was little time to celebrate @Eleanor Loan's good idea, or to try and catch up with her friend. Instead, as what sounded like an entire battalion of horses approached, all they could do was to retreat back to a fortified position.

Claire grimaced as everything seemed to fall apart around them. Flaming arrows--and didn't the sight of hundreds of projectiles falling from the sky bring back some awful memories?--and rocks launched at their defenses. Steeling herself, Claire glanced over to Eleanor. "I suppose we should offer some ranged support," she said. "Though, hold that thought."

Still, the army continued to approach, and their defense was, as far as Claire could see, turning to shambles. She had full confidence in Eleanor's ability to help hold off the Falderen army and she definitely wasn't leaving it all to her friend, but for now, Claire had another part to play. Since there were quite a few things, and people, still on fire, she momentarily used her time to put out some of the fires.

Back to being a fire extinguisher, she thought dryly, remembering her role during most of the rescue mission. Still, the less time they spent worrying about the state of their defenses now, the more time they could put to better use. Like, say, hindering the advance of the Falderen army.

38 + 20 = 58
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• 137 / 147 HP
• Tank


-10 HP for Defense

Chaos. She had walked into chaos, into people screaming as their flesh melted from their bodies and the defenses crumbled down around her, squishing anyone who didn’t have a chance to move out of the way fast enough. Savannah could already feel the sweat on her brow and down her back. Her mouth was dry, her throat parched, and she could only stand there in shocked awe as chaos surged around her.

An NPC jostled her from behind, his scream enough to knock Savannah from her stupor. She shook her head and got her bearings, determination sweeping through her with adrenaline. She was here to protect people and support the few friends that she had here. That’s what Lady Lucia had asked her to do and she would do so.

However, how did she go about this task? She had to shield to block arrows, she had no ranged capabilities to do damage. She only had her halberd and there were no enemies here on the battlements. Gulping, she turned toward the tower that had been brought down and noticed NPCs already digging through it, trying to get to bodies and possible survivors. Savannah was quick to make her way over and assist.

77 + 15 = 92
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9070 / 10000​

 

• 134 / 144 HP
• DPS


-10 HP for Defense

Camping out in said fortified position was an azure-haired Yladian who somehow had the courage to come out here to defend Astorea but not enough to go beyond this point for the opening parts of the engagement. Now that the army has advanced far enough to begin attacking, Sylpha stopped hesitating.

Finger in the air, she drew out the magical forms required for her spell then poured out the required arcane energy. Then, she fired what was simply an unimpressive bolt of arcane magic into the depths of the oncoming men. She did not bother to pull out any of her flashier spells as it was a battle of endurance.

78 + 20 = 98
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9070 + 98 = 9168 / 10000​

 

• 144 / 154 HP
• DPS


-10 HP for Defense

Vivian had turned her head ever so slightly when the commanding officers began to give their orders. The woman was in full aware of what was going on, she had seen an on coming attack that could possibly flank them. This was war after all and the enemy would do what it could do topple the defenses of their great Wall.

But she would not have any of that. Spewing forth the cataclysmic powers of her dark arts, the woman began to motion her hands and the slow mantra of chants began to be whispered into the air. The sound of ghostly shrills followed through the air as her hands spun to weave her mystical arts. Her eyes bright like a purple, fiery volcano as she looked and twisted her body around to aim her efforts.

The horses needed to be taken care of, as they spurred on the enemy on solid terrain. Her voice coming up and over the roaring sounds of war as her dark energies laden through her fingers as she raised them high above. Purple drops of light started to develop in the sky above her hands as the energy was moving through her body from the base of her spell circle. The wind howled over her face lifting her hair and beating against her body. A few more words spoken and the small orbs of light began to crash down upon her enemies like comets falling from the sky. Punctured blasts littered the earth as her dark energies caused disarray among the masses. Hopefully it would be enough till she could summon upon more of this energy.

66 + 20 = 86
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9254 / 10000​

 

• 200 / 210 HP
• DPS


-10 HP for Defense

This was the part that he hates the holding out they were able to slow down the advancing army and do some damage along the way but they were not able to outright stop their assault. Well, it seemed that they had somehow been able to get siege weapon up the path before they were able to get their main army. That was disturbing, to say the least, he had sent a great amount of time wondering these wild and there was any path that he knew of to allow that. They need to control the situation if those siege weapons stayed up then the wall would have no chance He would have to put some people on those weapons. Grabbing an arrow from his quiver and pulling it back to the bow’s full draw weight picking target and letting the shaft fly. Repeating action, again and again, making sure that each of his arrows hits something.

There were people dying left and right of him but he could not lose focus if they breached the wall them many more lives would be lost. After seeing one of those siege units take a tower, he called out to any that was near.

“I need someone on those ballista I want those siege weapons down, move double time if you want to survive. This is not the time to panic keep strong and keep moving forward”.

79+20=99
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9353/10000
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• 162 / 172 HP
• Tank


-10 HP for Defense

When the Falderen host came down on them like divine wrath, Kijin watched the timidly formed lines break beneath the heel of the superior force. Astorea was a young nation, but to imagine such a gulf between her abilities and those of the enemy hardly seemed real. Irregulars sent to man the walls and a King leaving his Homeland unattended during a battle? Did Astor expect to win this fight at all?

No.

The answer was simple enough. They were a distraction at best, a means by which to draw the Falderen armies away from more important targets. The longer they were able to hold out, the better. Picking a leader from the masses with a budding reputation meant people would follow. Astor, it seemed, was a pragmatic man.

Thunderous blows shook the parapets and robbed Kijin of equilibrium. He grabbed and held fast to the railing, his crimson eyes seeking the source of their aggression. "There," he snarled as he pointed out the siege team that caused the unnatural seismic activity.

The Swordsman wasted no time in seizing a nearby crossbow and leaning his body weight over the edge of the itself. While no archer, and limited in his ability to fight with the wall between him and the enemy, it fell to him to lead by example.

He closed one eye, took aim, and fired.

The first man in line holding the battering ram sputtered and seized as the bolt took him between the shoulder blades and ruptured his spine. The weight that redistributed instantly between them forced the men to relinquish their grip on the siege weapon. It clattered to the dirt, but not before rolling heavily over their feet in the process.

"Center mass," he recalled all the firearms training he received back in reality, and it appeared that it was effective enough.

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29 + 10 = 39
9419 / 10000​

 

• 132 / 142 HP
• DPS


-10 HP for Defense

Once he got the UI message, Verity knew it was time to go back to the walls. He already stunned most of the army, so all that was left was to try to defend the city. But while he was aware of the work they have done to incapacitate most of them, it wasn't enough to overpower them. Either way, defense was mandatory as he ran as fast as he can to the walls and in front of the gates before the soldiers can closed it.

But with the infandry are closing in, Verity then climbed up to help up the others. While he was completely skilled with his sword due to his Adept level in Slash, he did work on some ranged Aeromancy spells with his sword as a source. "I worked hard to master this after my battle with Trinity. I can't waste that time for nothing!"

Wind Cutter

Charging his blade with wind magic, he then swing it release several wind blades to some of the army. Yet he wasn't sure how many were taken down as the recoil from the blasts can have a chance to blow away any nearby soldiers. At any case, this battle was far from over.

41 + 20 = 61
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9452 / 10000​

 

• 90 / 100 HP
• DPS


-10 HP for Defense

Rodger didn't knew what he expected when he answered the call to arms, but it certainly wasn't the chaotic mess of death and desperation that he found himself surrounded by. The huntsman was already in Astorea on prior business, but once that business had concluded he was dragged into a gathering of people calling for aid in the war against Falderen. How could he not get excited, an honest to goodness world event was about to take place and he could could be one of those who helped shape the battle.

Looking back on it now, it was clear that he didn't think this through. He found himself stationed on the southwall with loads of other ranged attackers, but comparing himself to these brave men and women would be like comparing an acorn to the mighty oak. He had no real equipment to speak off, and their demeanor was quite serious while he was more apathetic, waiting for the battle to begin. It started with a rain of arrows from the enemy, some of them on fire as well as a seige weapon that brought down one of the towers in one shot.

Rodger ducked for cover like the rest, hiding behind a shield bearer for protection until the volley passed. Around him men screamed and flesh burned, a smell that was eerily familiar causing the man to gag. Stuffing down his nausea, Rodger looked out into the sea of men and activated his investigation, eye twinkling with strange light startling some of the NPC's close to him.

He couldn't see much, they were still pretty far out and his skill at the level needed to really gather much information. Like the goblins before them, these people only had a title and a health bar. Humans. That brought him up short. Was he really going to fire on these people? I mean he had no personal stake in this, and while PC's could just remake another character, the NPC's who were fighting would die and never be seen again. Could he really take their life?

'I wonder if this is how Grandpa felt when he was overseas.' It was a moral dilemma to be sure, but it wasn't like the enemy would just stop their advance because he was uncomfortable. He had to believe that whatever negotiations they had failed, and that there was no other choice but combat.

He focused on those who he could identify with this investigate, figuring that they would most likely be in range for his arrows. Burying his feelings, Rodger took his bow into his hands, and began firing into the advancing enemy. He wasn't successful on every attempt, but with them being so packed together, he was able to end or injure quite a few men.

A call for action came from his left, and Rodger recognized the voice of one of the commanders. Apparently the ballistaes weren't firing. Rodger craned his neck to the closest ballistaes some yards away, and found it occupied by a corpse with six arrows sicking out of its torso. Yikes.

'Better get that thing firing again. It's like a giant bow, right?' Determined, Rodger began to make his way to the machine, calling for a clear path as he did so. He was about twenty yards from the weapon though and with the arrows flying he had a better chance of avoiding water in the ocean.

Looking around he found a shield bearer still standing, and once he approached he found a woman gritting her teeth as she took a few more arrows into her wooden shield. Patting her shoulder, he spoke into her ear, "I need your help getting to the ballista. We've got to take out those siege weapons."

Green eyes met brown, and she seemed to look him over before agreeing. So it was that he took cover behind her as they made their way to the machine.

62 + 10 = 72
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9524 / 10000​

 

• 90 / 100 HP
• DPS


-10 HP for Defense

Emerath had left the valley with a sense of satisfaction, as he rejoined his team and they hurried back to the wall once a scout informed them that there was an advance army from another location. Emerath grumbled as they shuffled back up to the wall, and all hell broke loose. But now was not the time to grumble. Or to stand idle. Though Emerath was melee, it appeared that he still had work to do up here on the wall. There were siege weapons, and that was something his TInker mind could work with. He saw a ballista near @Aalam Abungu as he called for someone to man it.

Emerath called out to Aalam, "On it!" as his feet carried him forward towards the machine as arrows whizzed by his head. There were soldiers manning the machine, but Emerath pulled the one in the driver seat from it and said, "I got this, go get some rest soldier." The man looked like a deer caught in a headlight, but complied nonetheless, as Emerath took the reigns. "Load!" Emerath called out to the man pushing the bolts into the machine, as Emerath turned the ballista to aim for one of the attacking trebuchet. He needed an accurate shot, one that would stall the gears of the machine, or better yet destroy it somehow, making it inoperable.

As Emerath aimed, he used his knowledge of both Tinkering, to know where the weak spot of the opponent's machine was, and his own knowledge of physics thanks to his real world experience. Once he was sure he had calculated the proper shot and angle needed to get the most damage, Emerath took a deep breath, he hoped he was right. He pulled the lever and fired, and the machine gave a heavy jolt as the bolt fired into the air.

Emerath held his breath as he watched it sail, before it struck true, splintering the wood of the center pulley system and causing the entire center of the machine to hang lopsided for a moment, before falling to the ground useless. It had even managed to crush a couple of the soldiers manning the machine in the process. Emerath was happy with the result, but this was far from over. "LOAD! We're going to do that again!" he called out to the soldier on the loading end. If nothing else, he hoped that would help morale a bit.

82 + 20 = 102
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9626 / 10000​

 

• 120 / 120 HP
• Support

The word spread fast. The scouting groups were returning, soldiers hot on their heels! Eileen rushed forth to meet the returning adventurers, song on the tip of her tongue. Her eyes flitted from man to woman to... whatever that short munchkin brat was. Ducking around one of the guards manning the wall, Eileen split her focus between three competent-looking individuals: Claire, somebody she'd had the pleasure of working with before. Another woman with a large bosom, which surely meant they had large potential. Finally, a younger woman (but still not a child), who she faintly recognized as the woman who threw herself into the mouth of lava monsters if rumors were to be believed.

Her song seemed to ring along the length of the walls, curling and coiling around those three specifically to grant them the extra touch of power they would seemingly need to get through this encounter.

AoE Damage Buff
Buff @Claire Thalassa @Vivian Cruz @Eleanor Loan for 10 (last 1 rounds)
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• 124 / 144 HP
• DPS


-10 HP for Defense

After her first spell, Sylpha started to pick up the pace and throw more arcane spells down at the army below. Yells from their commander demanded that the opponent's siege weapons be destroyed. There was nothing wrong about such a tactic, other than the lack of methods to reach the opposing siege weapons.

Unable to help on that front, Sylpha could only make sure that whatever was down below sank into the earth. Her finger moved unceasingly as she raced to complete several magical formations of the same spell to shoot out at the opposing army.

Communication was key to a team effort, so Sylpha kept her elongated ears perked, thinking she might hear something useful for her. She didn't, but she did hear a voice among the crowd that she recognized. Keeping her eyes on the enemy in front, she moved towards that voice.

"Verity?" She called out to confirm. It made sense that he was here, as he was a player. Sylpha was more surprised that they had coincidentally been assigned to the same position.

Still, it did not stop her from starting the casting process for another spell as she moved.
@Verity

65 + 20 = 85
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9626 + 85 = 9711 / 10000​

 

• 190 / 200 HP
• DPS


-10 HP for Defense

They were managing to hold the wall when this was over he would have to give Kijin a round of applause. It seemed that the plan they had put into motion so far was working there had been a few casualties, but that was to be expected in war. However the majority of defends were still able to hold it together, and the wall was still intact. There had been some close calls with the siege weapons, but one of the new arrivals Rodger was aiming the west side ballista if he were able to bring down one of that unit they would be in a good position. He caught sight of one of the players a Savannah making her way through the remains of one the towers. Most of the rubble had been cleared away in the location, but she was helping cover those who survived. As touching as that was it wasn’t where he needed her.

@Savannah Reed "I need you on one of the ballista east sides. If their siege weapons get a chance to keep volleying us, then we’re as good as dead. I can have a next group get the survivors undercover.” He was about to mention something else when he saw some more movement in the enemy ranks. Nocking an arrow and making any other ranged attackers on the wall follow are lead before launching a volley at the imposing forces. His arrow hit the mark and as did most of the rest but a few were deflected by shields and amount." @Lady Briar "I need as much chaos as you can muster in their ranks, and I need it fast."

“Damnit focus fire towards the center we need fewer misses and more hits, move!” Grabbing one of the soldiers that had been hit in the returning fire and passing him down to a medic, the boy would live, but it meant one less man on the wall.

36+ 20 = 56
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9767 / 10000​

 

• 115 / 125 HP
• Tank/DPS

Though Lady Briar was happy to hide from enemy fire, she wasn't fond of retreat all the same. It was with an irritated sigh that she joined the hike back to the wall and into it's upper barracks to help fight the troops that had reached them, a growl in her throat when she looked over the looming height.

She didn't mind heights, but she did hate the numbers below.

With a light hum she began to ponder what the best attack would be. Though she could take on one of the handy arrow launchers for melee fighters, she felt it'd be more fun to taunt the enemy. Maybe make the enemy see their allies as dangerous.

That was when she heard a familiar sound- the commander, though she didn't actually see him in such a light. "I need as much chaos as you can muster in their ranks, and I need it fast." She grinned, glancing at @Aalam Abungu. "You, sir, have just made my day."

With a low voice she held her hands and began to move them in a mysterious method, chanting carefully to them as a dark energy filled them, linking with thin line of its color visible only to a few- sending her image into an enemy's mind.

"Sesnel hineve knud, akil es!"​

See the Fuzz

To her relief, the spell worked like a charm, causing the person she'd chosen to begin slashing and assaulting his peers. "He can't see properly, can't tell what's what. That should give us some leeway... The enemy of my enemy is my friend. And it looks like we have a new one, until he realizes what's going on. Purrfect, don't you think~?"

90 + 10 = 100
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9867 / 10000​

 

• 154 / 174 HP
• Tank


-10 HP for Defense
Buff: +10 from @Eileen Dover

Well, great. With most of the fire around her dealt with, there was nothing else to do but turn back to the fray and try to send a few welcoming spikes of ice towards the freakish soldiers. Given that she'd just spent a lot of her earlier time flinging about ice and rain and snow, what she could muster were likely to be not really that helpful at all. She sorely needed a bit of a break to let her energy levels recharge just a bit.

Regardless, any bit would help for the moment. Couldn't let up.

Just as she was about to act, she hear some faint words in the background, before a surge of strength seemed to fill her whole body. Looking around, she caught sight of a woman she had some familiarity with, @Eileen Dover. Giving her a nod of thanks and acknowledgment, Claire turned her attention back towards the army.

Nothing too complicated. Just a rain of sharp hailstones. Though it appeared that for the most part, the standard Falderen armor was too thick for the hailstones to really do some work.

Well. That was irksome. Keeping that in mind, Claire ducked down a bit to regain a bit of energy in preparation for her next strike.

As she was doing so, she looked back towards @Eleanor. "What do you say to another combination attack? Let's try and give the Arcane Snowball another chance. I think it has potential."

19 + 20 + 10 = 49
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9916 / 10000​

 

• 122 / 142 HP
• DPS


-10 HP for Defense

Despite losing some of his HP to the army, Verity was unfazed at the pain. With his complete focus on defending the walls from the corrupted king's army, he was able to ignore the pain that he took as he continued to use Wind Cutter on the army. Though his only worry about this was how long he can take it. With the army's relentless attempts to break through the defenses, he knew they might not able to hold the fort very long until the other groups are done with their important missions.

As he rested for a few second to wait for his skill's cooldown, his yellow eyes widened to hear a familiar voice. "Sylpha?!" The last time he saw her was during a Dark Harvest brewing quest. Yet he never knew that @Sylpha Astarte of all people would be by his side once more. Though while surprised at seeing her, he didn't lose his concentration as he casted another Wind Cutter. "I'm guessing you already heard about the craziness after the prisoners were rescued."

22 + 20 = 42
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9958 / 10000​