(Event) Emergency Camp

• 95 / 100 HP
• DPS

+40 from Emergency Camp​

With the defeat of the angel, Balmung was washed over with a great feeling of relief. Every bone in his body was still aching from the force of the behemoth's scream, but at least he would never have to hear that horrific note again. He plunged his blade into the ground and used it so steady his tired frame.

When the order sounded to move to the camp, Balmung took a deep breath and then began moving. He helped to load up the remains of the deceased and to place the wounded onto the stretchers and carts. He did all over this without saying a word, quietly lamenting over the destruction that he had bore witness too.

When everyone was ready to make the journey to the camp that had been assembled, Balmung headed out with the rest of them. Though he had not been there for the entirety of the battle, he found some pride in the part that he was able to play and the ones that he was able to protect. This solace helped to ease his mind of the things going on outside of the dive.

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Upon reaching the camp, Balmung found a quiet place to sit and rest. He sat and recounted the events of the day so far, thinking hard over what could have possibly been done to prevent such a disaster. Before long, he shrugged to himself and gave up on that line of thought.

He waited peacefully while the injured were treated by the healers before taking his own turn to be patched up. He had not taken any serious injuries, but he could definitely feel a difference in himself from when he first appeared on the scene and began to do battle with the gargantuan devil. It was a change that could mean his death if he continued straight to the eastern front in his current condition.

After receiving treatment and resting for another short while, Balmung began his journey to meet up with those of the Eastwatch, hoping to arrive in time before the battle took a turn for the worst. Or before the battle had ended and he missed his opportunity to lend another hand.

 

• 148 / 174 HP
• Tank

+8 HP from Eileen
+40 HP from Camp

Claire didn't know what happened. One minute, she was trying to block out the worst of the angel's attack. The next minute, she only knew pain. If she thought that the ambush of arrows and bolts during the mountain was bad, this was worse. Back then she hadn't yet turned off the pain dampener. Back then, at least her aches were physical, tangible, even though this body was merely virtual. But at least she could trace the pain to an arrow ripping through her chest, to the impact of her knees on rocky ground, to the smashing of bone as a bolt embedded itself right in her clavicle.

That pain was different. Physical in some aspects, yes: eyes rattling about her skull, blood streaming from her ears, nose, mouth; eardrums bursting, sharp needle-like pains from her own nails digging into her scalp...

But at the same time, there was something... deeper. More abyssal about that screech, that shook some primal part of her mind, pushed down on her more than just the pressure from the soundwaves. She thought, for a brief, terrifying, moment, that her head was going to explode.

And she thought: I will not lose here.

Everything felt... flaky after that. When she could pick herself up again, the battle was done, if people's muffled cheering was any indication. The sound was oddly distant--were her ears not working right? Not quite fully realizing what had transpired, Claire stumbled into the emergency camp, finding a quiet space to just sit and- and...

Breathe. Yes. That was all she needed. A moment to just, breathe.

 

• 96 / 144 HP
• DPS

+40 Emergency Camp

After the combined efforts of Southwatch, the threatening angel was... slain? Destroyed? The point was, further damage to Astorea had been prevented, as this camp's existence proves. However, Sylpha felt no sense of accomplishment. The southern wall went down, why would she feel accomplishment?

Moving over to join the ranks of the wounded, she called for a medic to check the condition of her bleeding ears. The last scream from the angel didn't hit her as hard as some others, but it was still bleeding.

Already exhausted, she reached into her inventory and pulled out some combat rations she had made with her own cooking skill beforehand. Silently, she ate as she awaited treatment.

 

• 65 / 112 HP
• DPS

Revived by @Velka at 25 HP
+40 HP from resting in the emergency camp​

Bradwynne was immersed in darkness after that fateful minute fighting the half-angel abomination and getting killed by it.

"Is this death? So I am dead... dead as a doornail..."

He was about to succumb to the darkness when suddenly he saw a vision. A white-haired woman, the same person that he saw running from his direction while he was trying to destroy the statue earlier, appeared on his line of sight, and started to stab him with a lot of blades that were glowing brightly, even dispelling the darkness where he was. The warmth of the blades was so enticing that he was drawn to sleep.

He then woke up to find himself in some tent. Is that a dream? Or is it reality? Who was that white-haired lady who was always helping him when he was about to lose hope? He then stood up from the bedding that he was laid on before, and started to search for the woman. He hoped that he could meet her in person, to express deep gratitude to her for everything she had done to him.

 

• 100 / 100 HP
• Hybrid


+40 HP from Camp

They did it. They actually beat that giant thing! Val joined in on the cheering when they really, fully won against it. Even though she didn't actually help much... But still! They won!

Val took some injuries when the angel thing screamed, but overall she wasn't doing... that badly. It hurt, a lot, but it was okay. There were a lot of people that looked really hurt, way worse than she was, so she was okay with waiting.

It'd be nice to find somewhere to sit down for a while, and just think about what she had done. What could she do better next time? Obviously, attacking the thing head on was foolish, because she barely made a scratch in it, no matter how hard she smacked it with the shield, or how much force she put into her sword attacks. If she wanted to help more, to be a hero like the commercial said she could be, then she would have to get better. She'd have to get better, and fight smarter.

The levitation trick she found out about was useful, but maybe it could also be used in fighting somehow? Hmm.

And so, Val spent most of her time at the camp testing out her arcanamancy abilities, waiting patiently for a turn to get healed up.

 

• 53 / 154 HP
• DPS

He was tried, and his body was in a state of great pain which was to be expected from how long they had to fight to hold the south wall. The wall itself had been lost, but they were able to stop the advance of the enemy force, but the men were tired. Every player that had fought in the batter was drained, they need to rest and that what he orders them to do. Some might have been asking for a fight, but he couldn’t allow them to go straight there it would lead to death, he had already seen some of them fall under his watch.

However these were not the things that he needed to think about, the emergency camp was well stocked and he need to focus on healing. His body was coved in bruises and there were more than a few open wounds. But they had managed to bandage him up and were treating the bruises with some type of ointment. Hid bow felt heavy in his hand but not as heavy as the crest that was around his neck. The weight of reasonability would not let him go for he had given his lord his word that he would do all he was able to keep the kingdom safe.

So he sat and waited letting the ground hold his weight as he watch the stars dance in the sky, and for those few moments he felt peace.

 

• 185 / 185 HP
• Tank/Support

+40 from Camp​

Velka was exhausted. Her impromptu revive spell had done its work, both on the target and her. While the person was alive, she felt like death. Physically, she was fine, perfectly healthy. Mentally? Combining two schools of magic and spells at once was... she felt like she would have exploded were she a lesser mage. As Velka sat in her tent, resting, she came to a startling revelation. For once in her life, she was immersed in a game. A small smile on her face, she began a game of solitaire in her little tent. She would definitely be heading to Eastwatch when she could.

 

• 50 / 100 HP
• DPS

+40 from Emergency Camp

Emerath had already felt like his insides were jelly. But it had been made worse by the Angelic Hatchling’s final scream before it had fallen. Emerath bled from his eyes, his nose, his mouth, blood everywhere, and for a moment he thought this would be the end, as he vomited into the dirt, the cries of battle ringing in his ears along with he scream. But much to his surprise he survived.

And more importantly, they had won. Sure, the wall was gone, but so was the creature that destroyed it. And to Emerath, that was good enough. Slowly, he picked himself up off the ground, and wiped away the blood, it staining his arm as he stumbled a bit and caught himself on a nearby soldier, who propped him up a bit. Emerath coughed out a thanks to the man, as he was helped to the Emergency Camp.

Everything else was a bit of a blur. The most Emerath could remember was seeing his commander sitting, as he laid down in the dirt and remembered thinking about how he had never thought dirt could be this comfortable before falling asleep to rest.

 

• 105 / 105 HP
• DPS


+40 HP from Camp

Emmeline looked among those at the emergency camp, hands folded gently over her skirt as her eyebrows creased together in concern. There were lots injured, tired from the battle that had went down in Southwatch. Even though the wall had fallen, they had managed to keep those back. She might message Master Seto, let him know what had transpired... But he was probably busy with the assassination. There was no time for that at the moment.

Her eyes landed an @Aalam Abungu, who looked absolutely exhausted. Seto would be very pleased with him and how hard he fought as commander, but for now, she felt as she must show her gratitude as well. She walked over carefully to him, not sitting down beside him but looking up at the stars as she stared up at the sky, speaking without looking at him, "You did well, Aalam. Thank you for your service, and please- Try not to be too hard on yourself."

She then looked at her hands, forming what seemed to be a ball of ice in her hand. She then removed a lacy handkerchief from her pocket, wrapping it around the ball and kneeling down to hand it over to him, "It should numb the pain a little for the time being, and won't melt due to the magic. I hope it helps, even the slightest." Then she looked up and around at everyone else, before back at him.

"I plan to head to Eastwatch in the comes hours. Master Seto made it clear he wanted us to fight, and I will continue to do so. Please make sure you are well rested, but either way, I hope to see you there." And with that, she nodded curtly, before raising herself to her feet and brushing her skirt off, then turning to walk away. She herself needed to gather her thoughts before she braved the battle known as Eastwatch.​

 

• 62 / 172 HP
• Tank

+40 for Healing Camp
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In his bloody clarity, the fog between worlds seemed lifted. Darkened, red eyes lulled back as he drifted into and out of nightmares. They walked back together successfully, carried every man, woman, and child they could, and returned to the emergency encampment triumphant.

It was precisely then when Kijin succumbed to his wounds, and collapsed on one of the cork set out for the wounded. Healers hurried by every so often and checked his vitals, but he seemed to be healing naturally just fine.

It would be a bit before he was battle ready again, though..​

 

• 98 / 142 HP
• DPS


+40 for Healing Camp

Talk about a pain. While he was relieved that the Angelic Hatchling was defeated, he was annoyed that he lost most of his HP during the duration of the battle. It was even to a point that he had to lie down inside a prepared tent. He would try to join the other side immediantly, but his health comes first and he wouldn't try to ignore it as much as he wanted.

But something has been bothering him ever since the battle. During the battle, he noticed that he seemed more aggresive than usual. Not only that, he seemed to have few spots that he was unable to remember. While he did remember that he was the one who finished off the monster, he can't remember some of it except for his short interaction with @Solaria.

Speaking of which, he also wondered what happened with her during her mission. Her words might be vague as he can remember, but he felt something bad has happened. Regardless, he felt he might try to confront her with some details after this whole mess was over with. For now, he needed to regain most of his HP and return to the battlefield once it was done.

 

• 047 / 147 HP
• Tank

+40 from camping rest

She was exhausted.

Muscles that she never knew she had ached with a fierceness of she had never experienced before. Walking – placing one foot in front of the other – hurt. She could only remember the final scream of the angel as her raid-mates finally killed it. She could recall standing before @Vivian and @Lucia, bracing against the physical pushback of the scream while simultaneously shielding them from the brunt of the damage. Bleary lilac eyes shifted up from the dirt to the where both of them walked, one not far from the other. She had promised herself to keep them within her sight.

The camp was depressing. The scent of blood hung heavy in the air and Savannah could only imagine what she looked like. A terror to behold, for sure; glancing toward her right gauntleted hand, she could only shudder at the crimson that stained the worn metal. There were probably bits of other people on her graves as well.

The urge to retch bubbled up in her throat but, somehow, she kept the bile down.

With the fire in view, she sat down heavily and immediately fell back into the soft grass and cool dirt. She smelled of battle: of sweat and blood and fear and triumph. It was sickening, the inhale-exhale routine that she had to go through in order to keep this body moving and functioning. She winced at that thought and immediately pinched her eyes closed. This body was not made for the things she wanted to do, the accomplishments she sought, and the people she wanted to protect.

It was the last thought Savannah had before she dozed off...