47 HP

MAX HP

87 EN

MAX EN

Well. There went their civil negotiations.

"You can't talk sense into barbarians, it seems," she said with a sneer.

Whatever niceties she planned to shower the other in immediately died with the... relatively amiable atmosphere. A shame.

Eileen grinned and clapped her hands together, hips swaying with the movement.

"Guess we'll just have to beat it into her then."

Feline eyes met Eileen's own, and in that instant, time seemed to freeze. Foreign words spilled from her lips in song, captivating the stronger woman with the magic-filled melody. It worked long enough to bring Eileen dancing into range, dagger slipping into her hand and stabbing at Snefrid.

And the seeping red broke the magic, setting Snefrid free from Eileen's hold. Even Eileen's fast movement could do nothing to stop the fist crashing into her jaw, sending her tripping back into the group with a groan. Surely the punch would've been followed up by more devastating attacks, but their hardy tank, @Quinn, seemed to be doing his job.

Rubbing at her aching jaw, Eileen hung back behind the group, trying to recover. She'd need to work some magic up to soothe the pain starting to settle in her. And perhaps she'd extend that magic to some of the others in the group too.

- 3EN
-13HP

Battle Snefrid
Tracker / Roll
43 + 15 = 58
Snefrid: 942 / 1000 ​

 

80 HP

MAX HP

83 EN

MAX EN

Equal parts surprise and disappointment flashed in Magdalyn's blue eyes, her lips curving into a shallow frown. Their plan to bribe the merchant had seemed solid enough, or, at least, a lot safer than resorting back to stealth. She would have put money on their success, and perhaps it was a blessing that Mags was not a betting woman.

But she was a fighter, when the mood struck her. This particular situation had the mood doing a whole lot more than striking, and had her grabbing for her spear. Eileen took the first shot, lashing out with magic, rather than sword or staff. With the practiced ease of an experienced assassin, the blonde spilled words from her lips, and then, with a dagger Magdalyn had not even noticed, blood from the feline foe.

There was no way that she could have as much grace, Magdalyn admitted to herself, but perhaps she could deal just as much damage. That, after all, was the important part. Angling the sharp point of her spear toward Snefrid's heart, Mags lunged. As predicted, it was far from graceful, and even further from skillful. But it was successful, catching the cat woman off-guard to scrap a shallow gash across her midsection. Not quite where she was aiming but... close enough.

@Eileen Dover

Battle Snefrid
Tracker / Roll
69 + 0 = 69
Snefrid: 873/ 1000 ​

 

65 HP

MAX HP

75 EN

MAX EN

Comet rest her head upon a hand, appearing uninterested in the negotiation. She kept an eye on entries of exit. Truth be told, she'd sneak away from the rest if need be if survival seemed in her favor. Going with a group decision annoyed her to no ends. And Snefrid, this beast of a woman, twisted knots in Comet's stomach. "Money is power, idiot, I would know," she sneered before pulling her bow. Her job as an archer proved best from a distance so Eileen's temporary distraction gave her the time necessary to relocate, draw an arrow, and aim for the feline in distress. "You're not a true noble and you show it," the pink-haired woman provided weak, albeit negating, assistance to the rest of her team.

Blowing tufts of hair from her eyes, Comet recovered from the slightly devastating hit she could feel coursing through her body. The pain knocked on her bones in sync with her rapidly beating heart. A nausea set in her stomach and throbbed in her head. However, the archer wouldn't retreat until the job had been finished, she could escape to safety; or died tempting her fate with either choice. Motioning to @Eileen Dover and @Elmyra Cressen she said, "Don't forget your roles as Support," with a wicked grin and furrowed brows to contrast an alarmed tone of voice holding a quick pace.

Battle Snefrid
Tracker / Roll
32 + 10 = 42
Snefrid: 831/ 1000 ​

 

56 HP

MAX HP

80 EN

MAX EN

Unsettled, Indra let out a monotone sigh of worry as they carried the cart inside the open fortress trap. After making it clear that the mercenaries had no intention on letting them escape, they were led inside where the atmosphere was anything but pleasing. Thankfully - or not - the enemies were stopped by the apparent leader of the keep, deal breaking included as the blue haired felis silenced the falderen captain. Indra’s eyes narrowed on the red-eyed woman, and at that moment she realized they were in trouble. Those were no eyes of someone looking to do business, and she could tell that as crafter herself. Even so, that was fine. If they somehow managed to defeat her, perhaps the mix of mercenaries and Falderen officers would break apart?

Her thought process was broken when @Quinn pulled her closer by her arm. Such an unexpected action that it managed to pull her from her thoughtland back to reality in a jiffy — even he could wear such a serious expression once in a while. Even so, she chose to remain quiet. For some unknown reason, she couldn’t quite put up as much emphasis and fluff on her words like any of her party members could. Once they were done, Indra closed the distance between herself and Quinn even more so she could hide her moving hand that accessed the party UI.

Indra

“Get ready. She wants no business. We’ll have to use brute force.”

Just as she predicted, the bargaining and negotiations failed and within moments the party members were making their moves. Indra would not remain idle, and while the party members advanced she prepared one of her magecrafting reagents. “Afezeria oz Manaf!” Arcanamancy filled the mana crystal, transforming it into a blue orb. With a swift command with her index finger, the orb was shot towards Snefrid.

Battle Snefrid
Tracker / Roll
24 + 0 = 24
Snefrid: 807/ 1000 ​

 

55 HP

MAX HP

78 EN

MAX EN

Or not.

It seems that whatever it was that constitute as civilized niceties, it meant exactly jack and shit when it comes to reasoning with bestial individual such as the Felis woman…which means that they’ve already started the negotiation on the wrong foot. It would come to no surprise then, that the negotiation broke down in record time, and the one they supposed to pacify would be the first one hostile.

Well, in the first place trying to pacify that one was a futile endeavor anyway. It’s like trying to pacify a hungry wolf that views you as an easy prey.

Unfortunately for Elmyra, it seemed that she was the one who catch the ‘fancy’ of the feral woman. As she was done with her little ‘speech’, she suddenly moved with blinding speed. Without much warning, there was something sharp connected to the woman’s abdomen, sharp enough to drew blood as what amounted to three claw marks shredded the front of the woman’s hide armor. It seems that the meager protection wasn’t enough to mitigate the damage.

Thrown about by the force of the attack, Elmyra landed shoulders first on the floor near one of the watching guards, who added insult to injury by prodding her with the blunt end of his spear while jeering her. Using the momentum provided by the poke, she immediately bounced back to her feet, batting the outstretched spear with her hand. With an annoyed grunt, Elmyra stood back upright, her hand reaching up for some emergency potions inside her bag.

“Catch!”

With a mighty heave, she threw those three potions into the general direction of the graphical HP indicator, and the ones who had been wounded the most, such as her fellow support. By some miracles of convenient game mechanics, her potions had met their mark mostly true. Even if they don’t waste time trying to open the bottle to quaff the potions inside – or worse, getting hit by the bottle square in the face – @Comet @Indra and @Eileen Dover will find that their HP bar slowly but surely creeping back up.

Miracles of convenient game mechanics indeed.

Support
Tracker / Roll
Amount Recovered: 5 + 15 = 20 - 10 HP for @Eileen Dover , 5HP for @Comet and 5 HP for @Indra
[ 49 / - 20 HP ]​

 

60 HP

MAX HP

83 EN

MAX EN

The negotiation failed, which made him click his tongue out of frustration. Despite his sillier moods throughout his adventure, this failure seemed to affect him deeply on a personal level. He was the master of improvisation and getting out of bad situation, yet one of his crazier plans didn't work this time. He wasn't expecting the beast lady to respond in such a way, but regardless, it was going to be a fight.

"Alright, I guess we're going to have to settle this the hard way, huh?"

Putting his arm forward, he cast a quick illusion to veil his teammates briefly from the beast lady, buying them some time as he quickly grabbed the money off the cart and crammed as much as he could back into his inventory. After he managed to cut down the weight of the cart, he unveiled his shroud and directed a phantasm into her head, hoping it would deal some damage to her while the rest of his crew worked their magic on the crazy cat woman.

Battle Snefrid
80+20=100
Tracker / Roll
Snefrid: 707/ 1000 ​

 

62 HP

MAX HP

82 EN

MAX EN

Eileen's voice echoed in the circular room, magic filtering through her teammates. She did not have the energy to heal everybody, so instead she focused on the supports and the tanks. The others could wait their turns.

Luckily, despite her beautiful voice often attracting attention, it seemed Snefrid was too busy attacked her teammates to shut up the blonde elf.

[[ NEW CYCLE! @Quinn @Elmyra Cressen @Magdalyn @Comet @Indra ]]

Support
Tracker / Roll
Amount Recovered: 5 + 15 = 20
+10HP to @Quinn, +5HP to @Eileen Dover and +5HP to @Elmyra Cressen
[ 87 / 0 ]​

 

60 HP

MAX HP

78 EN

MAX EN

-15 natural roll
+5 armor
+10 Eileen's heal​

The enemies fought back fiercely, trying to crush the group with their swords and sharp stick even though it was supposed to be a one-on-one match. So that's what Quinn did, he kept the soldiers at bay while his team whittled down the Felis' health. Maybe they are just being tested right now and if they can bring her to her knees, they will be able to prevent a bad end where they are captured.

"Thanks @Eileen Dover, can we maybe get some buffs, we're going to need to increase our DPS and bring this cat lady down or we're going to get stomped. Just focus on her, I'll hold back these cheating assholes trying to get a hit in."

Quinn shouted at his team as he used his illusions to help soak up some of the attacks and preventing the cat woman from tearing the back line apart. It was at this time when Quinn started to question why he even has a Fine bow, considering the fact that he's not use it since his encounter with the ambushing animals. It cost a good chunk of his wealth too.

Battle Snefrid - Cycle 2
84+20=104
Tracker / Roll
Snefrid: 603 / 1000 ​

 

70 HP

MAX HP

78 EN

MAX EN

Amidst the chaos of Magdalyn's first in-game battle, Eileen's voice filled the large room. It was haunting, somehow, and caused the spear-wielder to take pause. Healing? she asked herself, only to have the guess confirmed by Quinn's words. Despite her hard exterior and less than pleasant personality, Mags had to give the blonde credit where credit was due. She was powerful, and one hell of a support.

She watched their tank battle back the encroaching soldiers. Even though Snefrid had demanded she fight alone, the armed men were pushing forward, a pack of wolves waiting to close in on a fresh kill. She would not give them the satisfaction. Jumping in against their master's orders, she thought. No honor among thieves, it seemed. Or, no honor among mercenaries, more accurately. Though thieves was fitting too.

With Eileen and Quinn both occupied, Magdalyn saw her opportunity. The cat woman appeared distracted somehow, either by Eileen's velvety voice, Quinn's shifting attention, or her men's disobedience. The momentary hesitation allowed Mags to lunge forward, thrusting her spear in Snefrid's direction once more. Again, it was no where near her intended target (the shoulder rather than the chest, this time), but the weapon did its job. Expelling the air trapped in her lungs with a relieved woosh, she danced back to her waiting comrades.

@Quinn @Eileen Dover

- 10 HP | - 5 EN
Battle Snefrid
Tracker / Roll
91 + 0 = 91
Snefrid: 512 / 1000 ​

 

47 HP

MAX HP

75 EN

MAX EN

-15 HP from natural roll
+5 from tank
+1 from armor
​

Soon after Magdalyn’s attack, Indra rushed forth towards Snefrid. With her mace charged by arcanamancy, Indra opnened up her attack chain with a downwards swing at the felis woman. Unfortunately, due to the difference in their mobility and overall speed, the blue haired woman made quick work out of the attack with a sidestep, followed by cross claw attack on Indra’s back. Because of her lack of proper gear, the damage dealt was fairly high; “Argh!” Indra winced in pain, a few steps back increasing the distance between them. From only a single attack and her occasional spell casting, the blonde panted in as exhaustion started to creep upon her body.

She took her stance once more, this time around keeping a magecrafting reagent hidden in her right, tightfisted hand. Meanwhile, a blue glow coalesced mana into her mace as memorized spellcasting words rolled off of her tongue. In order to not let Indra finish her spell, Snefrid rushed forwards with a wide and horizontal clawing attack that was promptly interrupted by Indra’s mace. Upon impact the mana in the mace faded away as her right hand glowed intensely. “Giggly.” Upon opening her right hand, a blue arcane orb coalesced on her hand.

“You fell for it!” Indra extended her arm forward and a decently sized arcane explosion occurred when the orb touched the felis opponent. Unfortunately, Indra also suffered some damage from the blast because of just how close to each other they were. Hey — at least she was sure the felis had it worse. A monotone sigh escaped her lips as she could see the felis once more. "Underwhelmed. Still alive I see, kittywoman."

Battle Snefrid
Tracker / Roll
97 + 0 = 97
Snefrid: 415/ 1000 ​

 

By the time the battle was cut-off abruptly, Quinn had a flaccid gold bar in his hand, which he intended to throw at the soldiers trying to poke them with their spears. However, after he listened to the woman's dialogue he could feel the weight of the tension evaporating. In fact, it was kind of anticlimactic, but he was smart enough to keep his mouth shut. A win is a win. It also seemed like the entire encounter with the cat woman is only the tip of a gargantuan iceberg.

When a soldier ran in to try for one last stab, Quinn took the flaccid gold bar and smacked it on the man's head.

"Yo, did you not hear? Your leader conceded, that means you need to surrender now, no pokey-pokey."

Afterwards, he turned toward the rest of the group and flashed a dashing smile.

"Alright gang, we did it. The negotiation was a huge failure though, I wish we had just gone with the fighty option from the beginning!"

With near machine precision, Quinn grabbed the fruit that was thrown their way. The woman had also left behind a medium sized chest that appeared rather full. Not knowing what to make of this, Quinn set the fruit on the table before he went to the chest and picked it up and put it on the table. Flipping the top off the container, he spotted an assortment of items within.

"Whoa, shit, she actually left us loot. Sweet! So, how about we roll a dice to divvy up all of this loot? We're probably going to need them in the upcoming war."

Thrown die:

63

 

Little air remained in Comet's lungs towards the end of the fight. She felt sweat forming due to pure anxiety towards the situation. The pain settled in and relentless tugged at her nerves that felt as if they were being consumed by flames. However, she dared not to back down from either the battle or the pain settings. It was a promise to herself. With rapid arrow-fire, the pink-haired woman assisted her team against a quick, admittedly frightening Snefrid who unleashed her bestial side with a finale suited to her aggressive nature. Comet's eyes were wide as they attentively followed the cat-woman fling herself outside to leave her soldier-mercenary band behind. They might as well of soiled their pants with such a humiliating display of surrender. "You could've at least tried" she placed a worn bow back to its rightful place slung over her torso. Joining @Quinn with shimmering, blue eyes and a pounding heart, Comet dived into the chest to observe its belongings. She shrugged and grabbed the die assuming since everyone pitched in it'd only be fair to throw one. Plus, any type of competition never failed to be fun. Such a contrast to her situation and emotions moments ago had the organ in her chest pulsing frantically and her brain muddled all over again.

 

Thrown die:

43