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(Event) Eastwatch
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    Eastwatch

    Eastwatch's attempt to hinder the enemy was successful. With each member's effort to slow down the enemy's advance, your group was able to delay the enemy for a full hour before they cut right through the farmland like butter. Although your group was able to stay ahead of the enemy, you suddenly hear the sound of horses in droves, coming from the north. With your force quickly outnumbered and now about to get caught in a pincer, it seemed like a good time to retreat to the wall. A message popped up on your UI at that time. It was from @Blithe Bombón


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    *Blithe

    Alright, team! You know the drill~ Enemy forces are coming in fast, so it's time for us to retreat. Haul all your asses as fast as you can back to the wall, and make sure not to trip along the way.

    You might just get caught up with the enemy cavalry, and it would be really upsetting to lose someone at the beginning of the fight. Okay? Okay. Bonne chance!~


    As you retreated, you noticed that the enemy started to ransack the farms and homesteads, turning those buildings upside down and taking any scrap of food they could find. It's going to take the nation a while to recover when the rest of the enemy forces seize the rest of the food. Astorea was in trouble as winter comes.

    By the time you get back to the Eastern wall, the soldiers manning the wall looked for the sign of either @Blithe Bombón or @Alonso Thorlion. Once they were able to confirm that it was the Eastwatch, the door bridge was quickly lowered, stretching over the steep moat, giving your group access into the safety of the wall.

    Unfortunately, the enemy cavalry cut off your route into the castle and engaged you in direct combat while a number of them attempted to enter the gate. Fortunately, the defending soldiers were able to kill any of the riders who managed to break through. You took some damage attempting to get inside.

    Before you could take a moment to rest after the sudden encounter, you looked up and caught the sight of lit arrows blocking out the sky. In what seemed like seconds, the fiery ammunition rained down upon a wall. Any soldiers who were not prepared were struck and caught on fire. The burning men would scream as they ran around and spread fire everywhere. Some soldiers panicked and pushed them off the wall. These were not trained soldiers, so their inadequacy started to come out in more difficult times.

    A report came in amid the chaos from a scout who reported that the enemy was setting up siege weapons and will use it at some point. However, just as you overheard the report, a massive boulder crashed into one of the towers standing up from the wall, completely decimating it and any sap unlucky enough to occupy it. Five more boulders came after the first, taking Eastwatch by a complete surprise.

    If you peered over the battlement, you'll be able to see that the enemy's infantry have started to close in on the wall, which was expected, considering they were right on your heels during the retreat.


    Cycle 2 Status

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    [ 8979 / 10000 ]

    The enemy subtracted 2000, while Eastwatch added 979. If this number ever reach zero, the wall will be considered fallen and the enemy will have successfully capture it.

    Ranged Defense Anyone which ranged capability can attack the encroaching enemy.

    Melee Defense Anyone without ranged-combat should man a defensive machine such as the arrow cart or ballista.

    Other Defense If you're not directly on the wall, then help out with the wounded, fix the wall, or figure out ways to make yourself useful while avoiding danger.

    Damage: Subtract 10 HP every time you post to actively defend (this does not count support actions). Make sure to track all of your damage, healing, and buff in side the [bg*] [/bg*] tags.

    Extra Damage: Subtract an extra 5 HP if you posted in this thread in the last cycle due to the encounter with the enemy Cavalry. This happens ONCE.



    Defending Southwatch
    • Pick either the regular Modifier or Specialized Modifier
    • Modifier Your highest mastery gets +5 per mastery tier except beginner; +10 for mastered.
    • Specialized Modifier Engineer, Tinker, Hunting get +10 per mastery tier except beginner; +20 for mastered.
    Roll Template:
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    [center]Defending Eastwatch[/center][dice]d100[/dice]
    Post Template:
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    [health]### / ###[/health] [role]ROLEHERE[/role]
    
    -10 HP for Defense
    [/bg]
    
    Post here
    
    [CENTER][score][b2] Your roll + Modifier = Total [/b2][/score]
    Tracker / Roll
    8979 / 10000[/CENTER]
    

    Support
    • If your role is either Support or Hybrid Support, you may use the sheets I linked to support your team. Please make your own copy of these sheets.
    • If supporting, you cannot add your roll to the active defense number.
    • You cannot use the attack action.
    • Your buffs will add to your allies' roll.
    Post Template:
    Code:
    [bg]
    [health]### / ###[/health] [role]Rolehere[/role]
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    Post here
    
    [CENTER][b2]Sheet Action Here[/b2]
    [score]Heal @Name for ## HP[/score]
    [score]Buff @Name for ## (last # rounds)[/score]
    Tracker / Roll
    [/CENTER]
    


    Rules:
    • Minimum of 100 words and max of 400 words, excluding the OOC stuff.
    • You may roll every 4 hours (use the rolling thread to time your posting cooldown). You must reply in the thread after you roll before you can roll again.
    • You can now travel to Support the Capital or Southwatch, however, you will be on an 8 hours cooldown instead of 4.
    • Anyone may join this event. If you would like a quick tutorial on how to join this event thread, please check out this guide.
     
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    • 161 / 176 HP
    • Tank


    • -5 HP from Cavalry
      -10 HP from Defense


    The battle was quickly heating up and putting him in a state of immense stress considering that he had to figure out a way to protect the people around him. It wasn't exactly an easy task to pay extra attention to all of the chaos unfolding around him, the enemy was closing in and firing arrows back at the group.

    When he received a retreat message from @Blithe Bombón he called out to those who are closest to him.

    "Alright boys and girls, it's time to get back to the wall, go, go the enemy's cavalry is on the way. Hurry up!"

    Noticing @Moonbunny lagging behind the rest of the group, he quickly approached the woman and grabbed her wrist, pulling her out of the way of an arrow. He followed up with a Phantasmia spell to stop that archer from being able to aim directly at them.

    "Alright girlie, you need to get the hell out of here. No one is going to go down on my watch." Quinn said, pushing Moonbunny out of the way to retrieve a pocket watch he had dropped earlier.

    When he got back to the gate of the eastern wall, the enemy cavalry managed to cut them off from the entrance, so Quinn had to weave around the raging horses. To make sure he or a few other people behind him weren't kicked by the equines, the green-haired youth used illusion to make horses see the stud or mare of their dream off in the distance. When the horses began chasing after the mirage with heart-struck eyes, they cleared the path for his pals.

    Getting through the wall, Quinn was immediately knocked off the wall as the boulder struck the tower, making it nearly fall on him. Never in his life did he imagine being able to participate in such a raw war… What’s going to happen to him and the rest of his team from here? Only time can tell.

    78 + 20 = 98
    Tracker / Roll
    9077 / 10000​
     

    • 172 / 187 HP
    • Tank


    • -10 HP for Defense
      -5 HP for Cavalry


    The order to fall back into the wall sent everybody into a rush, with the formations breaking down and scouts pulling out from the vantage points. "Come, retreat to the wall!" she instructed the others while running back into the west. The eastern wall should be a half-hour trip, meaning they still have time before the Falderen ground forces hit them on the east. Ugh, if she knew she would be moving a lot in this heavy armor, she would have borrowed a horse from Astorean stable.

    Gate was in their clear sight and they managed to signal the troops on the wall to lower the bridge. Unfortunately, enemy cavalry caught up and cut them off from the sides. Left with no choice but to fight, Corvella charged into the cavalry with her shield raised above her head. Behind her shield she would occasionally cast fear spells to the horses she passed through, until the cavalry were forced to retreat to their line.

    "Finally we're in the walls, now if we can just prepare siege weaponry -"
    her mumbling was interrupted by a boulder crashing through the wall, sending men flying around. Fire arrows were reported raining from above, causing panic among the ranks leaving manned weapon idle. With the infantry finally made their way, she had no choice but to man the ballista. With no experience of firing such mechanism before, it took some tries before Corvella actually managed to contribute to pushing back the enemy force.

    23 + 20 = 43
    Tracker / Roll
    9120 / 10000​
     

    • 107 / 122 HP
    • DPS


    • -10 HP for Defense
      - 5 HP from Calvary


    What in the nine hells does ‘bonne chance’ mean? Emil whispered to himself, his movements quick as he turned on his heel and reached for his horse. Swinging into the saddle, he spurred the animal into a gallop alongside the others, his heart hammering behind his ribs, his breath coming in short puffs. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw the enemies gaining on them and tried to spur his horse on faster. It was no use, the damned thing was going as fast as it could.

    Suddenly, he felt pain blossom in his left shoulder and he yelled out in agony. He couldn’t turn and remove the arrow from his shoulder and instead only hunkered down in the saddle and rode harder. Crossing into the area that they were slated to defend, Emil jumped from his horse and immediately went on the offensive, his tome hovering in front of him as he began to chant. A pillar of flame encased a good number of the enemies while blood continued to drip from his shoulder wound.

    Damnit, he whispered to himself while rotating his shoulder. It didn’t feel like it punctured anything serious and there wasn’t a gout of blood flowing forth from the wound, but maybe leaving it until he could see a medic was the smarter thing to do.


    99 + 10 = 109
    Tracker / Roll
    9229 / 10000​
     

    • 151 / 161 HP
    • DPS


    • -10 HP for Defense


    Heavy footsteps echoed within the confines of the inner wall, the scrambling of various soldiers yelling at each other for one reason or another. It was here that the Lion of Astorea made his charge towards the front lines where everyone else had been positioned, "Goddamnit! Why the fuck did nobody assign a proper amount of messengers around here to begin with. I'm already late as it is." None of these people around here were trained it seemed, a problem that needed to be adjusted NOW of all times. For a moment the Felis debated whether or not these were once people who belonged within the realm of Falderen to begin with.

    Shifting his eyes towards the small windows meant for shooting arrows and such, the sights of a fresh battle razed the man's eyes, noting that hell was about to knock on Astorea's doorsteps. Alonso needed to get down there this instant, and upon his descent on a wooden staircase, opted to forgo the last few steps and jump the railing. Nice. He picked the correct race for doing stupid shit like that early on. Besides, at most he would have just taken small bits of damage. Nothing too drastic for this stage. Treating the whole scenario like a raid was going to be vital in the success of their defenses.

    Once outside he was met with the stinging grazes of arrows being shot. It hurt, but this was not enough to stop him or the paternal rage starting to boil within his body. His first target was in sight, and with an echoed roar, he lunged at one of the invading cavalry and slammed his fist into the no longer protected skull of the poor bastard who dared invade this kingdom. Heck, why not finish him off? Both Felis and soldier landed on the ground, the large bear of a man grabbing his target, and jumping into the air again to deliver a piledriver meant for head to break into the ground.

    Little asshole deserved it.

    "All of you, listen up! Help anyone that's having trouble retreating to the wall, and stay paired up as much as you can so you aren't cornered easily," the Marquees's voice boomed. It was time to get serious.

    94 + 20 = 114
    Tracker / Roll
    9343 / 10000
     

    • 87 / 102 HP
    • DPS



    -5 HP from Cavalry
    -10 HP from Defense


    Now -this- was what Moony had expected. Hell, chaos, loud noises, bad times.

    Suddenly at a call for a retreat, the unified allies line broke leaving Moony to be bumped and tufted around about the shoulders by the more athletic adventurers. Scrambling to to unequip the turret back to her inventory and begin running herself, Moony felt a strong hand grasp her wrist and quickly pull her out of the way. An arrow whizzed by where her face was only a moment later....

    "Un-Unhand me you brut-----oh.....th-thank you....?" but he was already gone. And off to pick up trinkets off the ground no less! What this said for Moony's pride was beyond immeasurable. She was left both angry and confused... Utterly speechless... her face was bright red.

    But there was no time for that! Shaking her head and puffing up her cheeks, Moony picked up her dress in both hands, and ran for her life. This was simply the worst!

    Arriving at the gate and thanks to YET ANOTHER ILLUSION of some sort, Moony just barely managed to make it through the herd of calvaried horses, only... it was that fellow again with the green hair. Saved twice by the same fool! Moony bit her lip. Patience...patience... she would get him back later...

    And later came. As the man heroically stood upon the wall, out of nowhere are large siege engine fired its ordinace at a nearby tower sending a number of really unluckily poor men flying. Her "savior" being one of them.

    "Heh...." with a curtsy Moony fired one of her claws at the man who had just been beside her:

    skill
    Claw Catcher

    (Inspector Gadget-like clamp arms that can be used to reach out and grab things or whack people. Have a fire and return function and can be further manipulated with Telekinesis.)


    And grasping him around the waist, gently pulled him back up. "And I will have you know that we are now even! Hmph!" Sticking her nose in the air, Moony ran off and didn't give Quinn the time of day. Payback!

    And now back onto the war!

    Taking cover, Moony rallied to the Catdad's charismatic cry. She felt oh so very much better with him in charge. Still... there was the matter of that rather rude catapult... Standing with a Sentai-style pose, Moony pointed and out of her poofy sleeve launched a...

    skill
    H.E. Hell Pigeon

    (A baseball-sized automaton capable of rapid 3-dimensional movement through the use of a number of hummingbird- like fins. Piloted through telekinesis, it collides with its enemy in order to deliver its explosive ordinance and is afterwards destroyed.)


    As it flew off in a flash, the kamikaze drone connected with the offending siege engine and utterly obliterated it. Shielding her eyes from the flash of the explosion Moony nodded.

    "Most good."





    63 + 30 = 93
    Tracker / Roll
    9436 / 10,000​




    @Quinn
     
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    • 87 / 102 HP
    • DPS


    • -10 HP for Defense
      -5 HP for calvary


    The retreat call had been issued, which is exactly what Backfire was waiting for. While retreating, Backfire constantly checked her shoulder looking for the enemies position. After a few moments, the time was right. Stopping and turning, Backfire made into the shape of a gun, pointing it at the encroaching enemy.

    "Seconds irritate the waiting inferno. If prey wanders let destruction find them."

    Backfire pulled the trigger.

    "Remote."

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    The next moment made her proud. She felt the force of the detonation move through her with a fury. Trees were blown into the air along with large heaps of dirt. Backfire had poured enough energy into these mines to pockmark the ground like comet strikes. Anyone caught in any of the many mines had to be in parts.

    "HAHAHAHA! HOW DID YOU LIKE IT? ARE ANY OF YOU EVEN ALIVE TO HEAR ME! DON'T WORRY, AFTER THE FIGHTS OVER, I'LL BE SURE TO LOOT YOUR PERSONALS! DON'T THINK YOU'LL BE NEEDING IT IN THE CONDITION YOU ALL ARE IN! HAHAHA."

    Backfire turned back to catch up with the retreating group. She could hardly contain her glee, even when the cavalry attacked.

    "Hah! And now a calvary!"

    Backfire thought for a second, then bent down.

    ”Hellfire consumes flesh as sin consumes soul. Incendiary Mine!”

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    Incendiary Mine


    As placed her spell down at her feet, she saw a gap opening in to retreat inside. Backfire hauled ass in and went up to the wall. She looked down to where her mine had been left to see some enemies standing on the spell.

    "Idiots. REMOTE!"

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    Remote


    A flame jet erupted under the enemies incinerating the two soldier.

    "And for my final trick... Flames, heed the call of your controller! I am the harbinger of the crimson wake. Control Flame! ”

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    The flames dancing on the corpses the two enemies sprung to life. The flames formed an orb in the air. As Backfire concentrated, flames from the arrows shot early also gathered into the ball.

    "Okay... GO!"

    Serpentine ribbons of flame flew out diminishing the orb as each ribbon fired. Backfire targeted any siege weapon she could while letting other ribbons wrap themselves around unlucky enemy soldiers. As the last ribbon shot out, Backfire retreated.

    "I need to recoup. I guess I'll help the wounded. Maybe someone will throw me some cash for saving their lives or something."

    46 + 15 = 61
    Tracker / Roll
    9479 / 10000​
     
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    • 151 / 176 HP
    • Tank


    • -10 HP from Defense

    Holding his head in pain, Quinn slowly half-opened his eyes as the fall really disoriented him. Prying himself off of the ground, he looked around him at the scene of war in full view and seeing none of his friends in sight. With a long groan, Quinn slowly stood up and identifying the sources of his pain. Had it been real life and if he had the realistic pain mode turned on, he would have felt a few broken ribs and a fractured skull.

    Before he stared moving, however, he felt a mechanical hand (?) grabbing onto his collar and pulling him up to the wall where she can give him the tsun treatment. Quinn was oblivious at the fact and extended a hand, giving her a gentle pat on the head. If she cared to look, he would have given her his signature salute before dashing away.

    On his way to meet back up with @Indra, the man saw @Backfire casting her spells and well, he felt compelled to do something about it. And so, he approached her and tapped on her shoulder, hoping to get her to stop flinging her fire around like Oprah in her "a car for you" segment.

    "Yo, can you watch the flame? You're getting some on our own troop."


    37 + 20 = 57
    Tracker / Roll
    9536 / 10000​
     

    • 120 / 130 HP
    • DPS


    • -10 HP for Defense


    Blake had just went through hell and back trying to find a prison that was not even there, and now she had to fight again after a very tiring journey. Oh well, it was what she did best anyway. Not much of a talking person in the slightest. As they gave everyone a call to return into the walls, she knew that she would eventually would have to do so too. But who said she couldn't cause some damage before having to do so? She noticed a few soldiers rushing on horses towards her, before considering her choices. She could run, or.... She smirked, before throwing a straight into the air, before waiting a bit, the first horse getting closer, before dodging the soldier's spear and uppercutting the horse, her strength alone not managing to stop it, but a sudden stream of wind coming forwards from her fist managed to do the trick, before it formed into a small twister which knocked the rest following it. She giggled, running inside the walls while the fallen soliders got executed by arrows.

    skill
    Aerial Ace


    After getting inside the wall, her ears catched a sound. She recognized that sound. Flying arrows. She turned to face them and look at that, they were on fire! Bad bad bad! She went towards the entrance of a house to not be set on fire, entering it and waiting. Well, apparently she was alive. Hooray! But what is this smell of hay burning? Blake looked up, before noticing that the ceiling was on fire! She quickly exited the house, right on the time to watch the tower being demolished by a siege weapon. Whoa. But that made her remember that she could still help on the battle if she managed to get to a mounted weapon. After some quick searching, she found a ladder. Climbing it, she was met with a loaded ballista, with 3 dead soldiers besides it. She quickly paid her respects, before taking it to a ride. It wasn't too long before she found a trigger, and after a bit of aiming, she pulled it, the big arrow traveling through the air before taking down a charging horsemen. Woo! But then she realized she had to reload. Knowing how a bow works, she thought that it would be easy to reload. She was wrong, and trying to pull the string back was very hard. Help?
    97 + 15 = 112
    Tracker / Roll
    9648 / 10000​
     

    • 140 / 155 HP
    • DPS


    • -10 HP for Defense
      -5 HP from Cavalry


    Kyupin snarled as they backed up to the wall, her sight of the farms thankfully blocked by the bubbly commander's message. They were attacking civilians. Farmers. People who had nothing to do with this stupid war of theirs. Her head spun as she tried to stay focused on the task, but the frustration at her uselessness wore at her limbs. She nearly missed her next shot. The arrow had barely skimmed her target. And though she'd followed up with another one, killing the soldier with a shot to the throat, it still reminded her that she had to get herself together.

    Following @Alonso Thorlion's advice, Kyupin crept closer to the larger Felis. Her arrow found another soldier creeping up on the man as well, slamming into the soldier's thigh and sending him back with a grunt. "Got your back!" she called out over the sound of battle.

    27 + 35 = 62
    Tracker / Roll
    9710 / 10000​
     

    • 119 / 134 HP
    • SUPPORT/DPS



    -5 Calvary
    -10 Defense

    There was a lot of screaming. The shouts of the angry, the cries of wounded, all mingled with the panicked squeals of horses. Altivo provides his own voice to the chorus, throwing his weight to the right to avoid a fallen soldier. Nearly thrown from the saddle, Mags scrambled for a handful of the stallion’s snowy mane. “Steady,” she commanded, but her own voice trembled.

    The calvary’s attack had come from nowhere, cutting off their movement back to the castle. The skirmish had ended as quickly as it had begun, and truthfully, Magdalyn could remember very little from it. All she knew was that she was not injured, and either was her mount. The blood that splashed across Altivo’s chest, a burst of crimson on an otherwise blank canvas, did not belong to either of them.

    She nudged him on with a shift of her weight and a click, then resorted to her heels when he refused to move. “What’s wrong with you?” she hissed when he merely threw his head, eyes wide and rolling. She dismounted, and moved around to take hold of his bridle. Only when she was close enough did she hear the soft gurgling coming from the corpse.

    No, not corpse, she realized with a start. He was still alive. An NPC, and a farmer, by the look of him. His leathery face was pale, and the blood on his shirt was dark, but his lips began to move. “Help me.”

    She did, to the best of her ability. He cried out in pain more than once, nearly bringing her to tears herself. When he was draped across her legs, snuggled in front of her on the saddle, she and Altivo made their way back to the wall. It was slow going, but fortunately, they were not ambushed.

    The wall saw chaos of its own, but she blocked it out by focusing on her patient. Two other NPCs rushed to her when they saw the body draped over Altivo’s back, and the trio was able to move him down together. He was still breathing as they carted him off.


    76 + 15 = 91
    Tracker / Roll
    9801 / 10000​
     

    • 110 / 125 HP
    • DPS


    • -10 HP for Defense
      -5 for Cavalry


    “Faura, yerwe, murfanare anw sol ciel.” Indra casted her spell in response to the message received from her commander. Cold sweat ran down her forehead, though it was quickly gone thanks to the magic wind flowing because of her spellcasting. She had no experience at all with horses, so she could only thank her wise decision of learning a new arcane school that had so many useful applications. Burst after burst, the blonde dashed glided forward at a decent speed that her physical skills likely couldn’t match. When they finally reached the east wall, they were unfortunately ambushed by the enemy cavalry.

    Lightning coursed through her limbs as she channeled mana to cast a spell, although it quickly fizzled out as the combined work of soldiers and possibly what appeared to be one of Quinn’s illusions managed to clear the route for them. A few cuts and scrapes happened due to the short skirmish, but nothing really serious. With hurried steps, the blonde entered the fortress and as she reached the top, hell was quickly breaking loose among the Astorean ranks as the enemy forces approached, ever so threatening. One would think the troops would have a relative safety on the wall — or perhaps, it was just her lack of experience. She was quickly reminded that safety was nowhere as arrows dotted the sky and rained down upon the allies.

    If burning projectiles were not enough, her heart sank when huge boulders were launched like pebbles, destroying one of the watchtowers with ease. Her eyes widened as she noticed @Quinn was somehow caught up in all that, “Qui--!” Yet, she had no time to call for him, as an arrow grazed her arm and a panicked and burning soldier knocked her down to the ground. “Ugh…” The blonde winced in pain as she stood up. Seeing her partner nowhere, her eyes focused on what she could do — that was when she saw @Corvella operating the ballista. She hurried over and placed her hands on the fellow blonde’s shoulders.

    “Presia kiafa sarla mea.” As she finished her short chant, lightning coursed through her arms and through her ally, though it did no damage to the tank. Instead, her magic powered up the ballista to become true lightning strikes that rained down an electric hell on the enemy forces, each bolt crashing with a booming and roaring sound.


    36 + 35 = 71
    Tracker / Roll
    9872 / 10000​
     

    • 130 / 145 HP
    • TANK


    • -10 HP for Defense
      -5 HP for Cavalry


    “Dammit!”

    How could things go wrong so quickly? The enemy was not playing around it seemed. Cutting off their path to the wall, a flaming arrow storm, and now gigantic boulders of all things… Was the Eastwatch really prepared to deal with this?

    It was alright. Everything would be fine, Alric just needed to stay focused. Though some of their soldiers had been hurt in the skirmish (himself included) their defenses were still in fairly good condition and the group was on the offensive again in no time. Scrambling to the top of the wall, there was no time to sit around as the fight had barely even begun.

    He casted Blind again toward the approaching soldiers, but with a bit of hesitation evident in his voice after seeing what this force was capable of. Right now he couldn't do much but he knew getting crushed by boulders wasn't going to be any more beneficial so backing off would be for the best. Instead another thought crossed his mind. What Alonso said early had finally processed and it was at that moment he realized how alone he was up till now.

    A quick glance revealed @Quinn and @Backfire to be the closest. Given the circumstances he couldn't afford to be picky about who he went with. Walking over to the pair, he managed to catch them mid conversation.

    “I agree with him… Though just to avoid accidentally getting blown up by one of your spells, I should probably stay close to you for now.”

    9 + 10 = 19
    Tracker / Roll
    9891 / 10000​
     

    • 77 / 102 HP
    • DPS



    -10 HP from Defense

    High upon the battlements, Moonbunny's vantage field was was considerably improved. From the fire below courtesy of Backfire to the combined X-men like Storm(s) of Indra and Blake, things finally seemed to be looking up for the group. Amongst the chaos the creepy ringu-eyed enemy soldiers, Moony spied what seemed to slowly be a mass of them funneling toward protecting a heavily shielded battering ram that was slowly making its way toward the gate. Wasting no time, Moony reequipped her----

    skill
    Fenriswheel Turret

    (A gaggle of wands mounted upon a rotating cylinder. Rains cantrips at a high rate of continuous fire through abuse of the hot-swapping technique. As expensive as it is impractical, it is none the less capable of quickly pouring a great deal of cheap magic into a concentrated area.)

    and securing the bipod against the ramparts, opened full-on suppressive fire down upon the structure below. In a matter of seconds, the siege engine seemed to moan before peeling apart under a venerable storm of low-level cantrip fire. Those manning the seige-engine, the shield-wall around it, the troops within at the ready to engage in a melee, the covering archers annoyingly pot-shotting at her allies upon the ramparts....everything was absolutely eroded.

    Moony was almost relieved by what she had accomplished, but to her horror, the pocket she had created within the enemy ranks quickly refilled like some sort of disgustingly viscous slime. For all her fury, Moony had only bought her party a single minute. It was like throwing stones upon a tidal wave.

    Moony was quite worried.



    63 + 30 = 101
    Tracker / Roll
    9,992 / 10,000​
     
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    • 77 / 102 HP
    • DPS


    • -10 HP for Defense


    Backfire turned with a snarl to @Quinn and @Alric Stalwart

    "If you're having a problem with the way I work, maybe one of you can go down there and ask them to get out of the way? I think there's probably a ladder or something. Hell, I'll even hold it while you climb down. Just go down there tap them on the shoulder and ask them nicely, something like:

    'Hey, you guys think you could move a bit? My friend up there is having trouble aiming the magical equivalent of a flame cannon at our enemies. Now, I know this is war but we just want to make sure you understand the situation. By the way, did we put enough bubble wrap in your armor?'

    Well? Are you going to go ask them that for me? Do me a solid? because if not, THEN LET ME DO MY DAMN JOB! IT'S WAR, THEY KNOW WHAT THEY SIGNED UP FOR, JUST LIKE THE REST OF US! YOU WANT TO PLAY HERO OF JUSTICE? FINE BY ME! BUT STAY THE HELL OUT MY WAY! THESE ENEMY BASTARDS SIGNED THEIR DEATH WARRANTS THE MOMENT THEY RAISED THEIR SWORDS AGAINST ME, I'M SENDING THEM BACK TO THEIR MAKER IN ASHES! HAHAHA!"


    With a roar, Backfire gave her fire one final push forward towards the enemy, then cut off her spell.

    "Whatever. I'm tapped. All yours archer. Be sure none of your shots accidentally hit our own troops right? Because it's so easy when you're shooting into a mob. Keep him safe, Tank."

    With that last remark, Backfire left the wall heading towards whatever medic area she could find. She figured she could probably cauterize some wounds if need be.

    77 + 15 = 92

    Tracker / Roll
    10084 / 10000​
     
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