(Event) Eastwatch | Page 9

• 31 / 161 HP
• DPS

+46 from Cain's buff, 2 rounds left after this​

Claws and swords continued to maim the lion, who in turn whipped about and clobbered any fool who dared to step up, as he always did this entire time. Blood oozed out from the wounds he sustained, but Alonso did not seem to care. The enemies' defeat was his sole purpose in this moment. In the man's near insanity, the vibrant echoes of a song surged throughout his body, feeling his blood boil even further along with an increased tension in his muscles. YES. This was the powered he desired to pummel everyone around him. Grabbing a nearby wolf man, Alonso slammed him into the ground once, twice, three times, and then many more until the beast was tamed.

@Cain Darlite's buff was amazing. As the Felis went after Snefrid again, the man's focus noticed a substantial increase in the damage he was dealing to her. Excellent wounds he needed to outright tear open with his bare hands. Forget putting salt in the wound. It was Berserker against Berserker, this bloody fight between savage beasts being the pinnacle of guarding Eastwatch.

Action: Reckless Attack
Target: Snefrid & Wolf Troop
177
Snefrid & Wolf Troop: 2036/6000
Tracker / Roll

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• 130 / 150 HP
• Support

The payload of the catapults continued to smash against the walls, sending heavy debris raining down. The lupine warriors of the Lunatic Princess had already climbed over, entering the frenzied melee as she howled and attacked, tearing thick gouts of blood out of all those who engaged her. Powerful. Oh so dramatically powerful. The shockwave of her strikes reached even Cain in the backline, the Muse feeling, for the first time, a real agony that shook him to the core as a long diagonal cut burst open his left eye, the fluids of his eyeball spilling out alongside the blood. Red colored his vision as pain struck his nerves with the force of lightning, the midnight haired muse stumbling back, one hand clutching his face.

That smarted. That continued to smart. But that gave him another anchor to cling onto. Another experience to enjoy. Because he never got tired of pain, and he still had so much blood to spill, so…

“C’MON, YOU DIRTY BITCH! IS THAT THE BEST YOU GOT? JUST GOING TO GRAB THE GLORY FOR YOURSELF ONCE THE MAIN FORCE HAS SOFTENED US UP? THAT MUCH OF A WEAK LITTLE SLUT, AIN’TCHA? WE’VE BEEN SWIMMING THROUGH BLOOD AND GUTS THIS ENTIRE TIME, AND ONLY NOW DO YOU SAUNTER IN LIKE A PRISSY ELITE THINKING TO STEAL A BUNCH OF KILLS?”
@Pandora
The muse smiled, the remnants of his ruined eye dripping out of its socket as he removed his hand, both hands clutching the sanguine flagpole before bringing it downwards in a clap of thunder. His one good eye fixed on one of the Felis in the melee, and his voice sailed outwards, igniting her form with the same blood black aura that had consumed Alonso.

“Continue the onslaught! Proceed the massacre! Tear out that mutt’s fucking throat, and make sure she doesn’t get another of her cowardly heals!”

Single Buff
Buff @Blake Elgis for 44/3 turns
Tracker / Roll​

 

• 037 / 122 HP
• DPS

-20 HP from Lunatic Rampage

Stay to the back lines. That’s the advice that had been given before all this craziness happened. The front lines were for sword-carries, shieldmaidens, and those who trained so much that their skin was like iron. Emil should’ve listened to the advice when it was given and done exactly what it said. He should’ve stayed back, with an exit in view, and with enough energy – always with enough energy – to make a run for it if he needed to. Now, he was neck-deep in a raid boss, the edges of his vision blurry, the battlefield smelling of copper and putrid meat.

And still, he fired off his spells.

Action: Attack
Target: Snefrid & Wolf
116
Snefrid & Wolf Troop: 1920/6000
Tracker / Roll

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• 109 / 154 HP
• DPS

_____Kaede was not happy in the slightest, her large spell scraped as the others handled the angel before she could blast it to bits. Moving to stand up and take her sword along with her as she walked around, words crossing her ears about eastwatch still fighting and moving to rest her blade on her shoulder she started making her way over to the next battlefield. When she arrived however Kaede forgot this was a war as her eyes locked onto one girl of the enemy team and she almost dropped her weapon. A wolf girl in almost no clothing, she had to meet her!

_____Moving her weapon down to her side and rushing forward as the girl’s group seemed to try and get between Kaede and her target. Lips moving as silent chants cross the air and she slid under the first attacker before slamming her weapon into her own shadow and the shadows connecting peeled from the ground and locked members of the girls group up as Kaede rose. Pointing her blade to the wolf girl as she smiled happily and kept rushing forward now choosing to hum as she slipped around attacks or jumped over others on her path.

”Hello there miss wolf lady.~ Why don't me and you go somewhere else and have a personal little play time, you can get rough but I’m going to also if you do.~”

_____Kaede would smile, not far from @Snefrid If anything she was only just outside the girl’s reach as she smiled happily not bothered at all by the fighting. Moving slowly to fade to the right of the girl and get behind her before rushing closer and reaching around trying with everything she had to get hold of the girl’s chest and pulling her backwards using her weight as she fell backwards in hopes to bring the girl down on top of her and keep her hands holding the wolf girl’s chest if she managed her assault moving and having what seemed like an iron grip with a nimble touch to try and subdue the enemy leader via playful teasing.

Action: Reckless attack
Target: Snefrid & wolf troop
28 + 39 + 35 = 102
Snefrid & Wolf Troop: 1818/6000
Tracker / Roll

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• 53 / 154 HP
• DPS

He was better not in the best condition, but he was better it was a smart move to take the return to have the remaining player head to the emergency camp before making their way to the east watch. It was a treat the wall were far apart to cover both entrances to the kingdom. However, he did know those land as well as they didn’t belong to the southern duchy. So it was slow going for most of them, but they had made it to the front to help.

What a sight it was they had managed to hold their wall it was still standing they were under massive attack, but their wall was still standing. He had failed to keep the south wall up, but he would not let this one fall. He had just reached the wall when he started to hear the howling; it was not as strong as the wailing from the angel no that was the sound of a beast. Something that would be able to be killed and that thought brought a smile to his face, even as the blood-curdling howls split the night. Grabbing his bow from his shoulder and checking his quiver, he was out of shield preacher arrows, but he could still do a significant amount of damage with the normal ones. But the first target had to be determined, and objects had to be created. He didn’t know how the commanders were on this watch, but he would see that were was a woman that was half wolf and half human that seemed to be leading the werewolves’ assault.

Well at least the enemy leader was making herself an easy person to target, but he still needed to locate the commanders for this side of the wall. So he turned on investigation mode to try and find out who was in charge, scanning the battlefield locking onto two people. They knew how this fight was going better than him and they would know where would be the best use of the south’s resources. Making his way to one of the posts along the wall and drawing back an arrow and taking aim at the wolf bitch. Letting arrow after arrow fly into her direction all but one miss and that one just grazing her.

Calling over to the commanders as he kept shooting "Sir @Alonso Thorlion and Lady @Blithe Bombón I bring the remains of the south wall to assist you. All attackers focus all damage on the wolf bitch she needed to go down. @Kijin Shihaku can you get down to the front lines with your tanks as help them hold it there. They will need the support of you and yours to survive that onslaught. Everyone else spread out and help the wounded focusing on those on the frontline; this wall still stands were here to keep it that way. Take that bitch down at any cost."

Action: Reckless Attack
Target: Attacking Snefrid
92
Snefrid & Wolf Troop: 1726/6000
Tracker / Roll

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• 109 / 169 HP
• DPS/Support



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- 20 HP from Battle​

[THEME]
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Magi's eyes watched the large gentle man join the raging chaos around her. It was like... everyone had become a monster in their own way. It was kinda like a bad ending or something... this was worse, way worse than the siege of Dormont. Why did Magi keep putting herself in this stuff? Maybe because... she was a true heroine and had to do something about it? Wasn't this just a role play after all? She did not have to stay or face this. It was just a game. No one was really dying but the NPC...

She closed her eyes as the rampage went on around her. A body flew past. It was @Ueno Mizuki's. Even with healing @Quinn he was now on the verge of death if not dead. So her help... was meaningless here. Magi's head hurt, she was tired, and hurting. Not just physically, but inside as well. Far more than the outside.

She opened her eyes just as a extended chain from the wolf woman flew in her direction. Hitting Magi across her face in the cross fire of the berserking battle before her. She stood in shock with her turned away from the force of the blow, almost falling over but somehow did not. A long gash across her cheek. tears were welling up again, more than before.

"....Huff......huff..........urgh.....this isn't... right.... not right at... all."

She turned her head back to the battle. to the horrible demonic beast that was leading this. If she was gone... if Snefrid was gone the fight would stop right? Tears were streaming down her face. Magi Heart was so stressed she could not take it anymore. If she died again, fine!

"STOP! STOP! I WON'T LET THIS GO ON! YOU HAVE NO LOVE! NONE!!!!!"

She raised her bow and started shooting. Once, twice, three times, as fast as her arm could move. She did not even empower the arrows. She was too upset to focus, too tired and disoriented. Arrows hit walls missing completely due to her lack of focus. She just needed to end this horrible thing this game called a event. She started to slowly walk forward. Firing one after another.

Maybe if she just kept shooting. It would fix it....

Panic Shot

Action: Reckless Attack
Target: Attacking Snefrid
81
Tracker / Roll
Snefrid & Wolf Troop: 1654/6000​

 

• 25 / 155 HP
• DPS

She cried out in a haze of panic and rage as Vulcan was struck down. "NO!" Her arms curled protectively around the beast, wailing. She wanted to win this war, of course, but these... Who was she fighting for? Gwyn, sure. But Gwyn wasn't here. And Vulcan had been shot down right in front of her.

She whimpered and withdrew from the battle, covering her retreat with some helpless flailing of her bow as she dragged Vulcan's weakened body along. Once they were out of harm's way, she would focus on getting him back to tip-top-shape. And then, once she knew Vulcan would never die on her, maybe she'd come back.

Alone.

[ exiting thread ]

Action: Attack (and run away)
Target: Snefrid
(5+40+15)=60
Snefrid & Wolf Troop: 1594/6000
Tracker / Roll​

 

• 95 / 100 HP
• DPS


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Balmung arrived on the battlefield of the eastern front just in time to see a barrage of arrows fly off in a multitude of directions. He was unsure of their intended marks, but was sure the sheer volume of missiles would at least strike some enemy in their path. This is was clearly not a calculated attack, and he hoped that when he charged in he wouldn't be struck by a stray arrow here or there.

He was too panicked to take good look around, hoping to avoid the catastrophe of the Southwatch suffered, seeing another of Astorea's defensive walls collapse. It was a battle against the clock. Could they take down this army before the wall's integrity gave out? He had many things to wonder about.

Without giving it much of a second thought he rushed in, sword held high, feet pounding the ground in a hurried rhythm. As he neared his target, the vile queen of the wolf army that was threatening all around, he hunkered low, his sword dragging across the earth, leaving a trail of dust in his wake.

He struck a quick blow across her midriff, leaving a nasty, red gash carved across her. It would have been a good blow, if she hadn't been so damn overpowered compared to the players. The ineffectiveness of the strike left him momentarily demoralized, and the physical exertion to get to the battlefield left him vulnerable.

Balmung began to feel fear in the overwhelming presence of the wolf queen.

Action: Reckless Attack
Target: Snefrid
89
Snefrid & Wolf Troop: 1505 / 6000
Tracker / Roll​

 

• 146 / 146 HP
• Support

She barely stayed in the emergency camp, but was there long enough to help some people and keep the medics there from overworking thanks to her personal knowledge. She'd done her best to help wrap up some wounds from soldiers of the southern wall, but hadn't had much time to talk due to her busybody schedule.

Having seen @Emerath Katou lying in a puddle of drool in the dirt, she dragged him by his collar when she realized he was actually in fairly good shape. "You're coming with me to the battlefront," She'd told him bluntly as she pulled him with her. "They'll need backup on the Eastfront, and we can't just dilly dally. You signed up to help, and so did I. Let's do our part right."

Since she was the reason he was there when he'd been taking a nice nap on the ground, she opted to try to help wake him up with a buffing spell she enjoyed. "May you see your strength once more, my friend."

Heart Cleanse

With a smile, she let the light go from her hand into his back that she had pat in the process. His strength should go up a bit from this, she was sure!

Single Buff
Buff @Emerath Katou 32/3 Turns
(S2) Southwatch / (Roll) Defense Groups
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• 5 / 000 HP
• DPS

Zelrius wasnt sure how much more he could take: This was becoming quite the ordeal thus far. He has thr thought to maybe, just maybe running. Though as Blithe snuck up on him, The golden haired man reminded himself why he even cared in the first place. Yes, Terra was a game, but as of this moment, Zelrius took the events and people of this game far more seriously than he did in real life, probably to a fault.

Blithe promised a heal and gave a buff instead. Though to be honest the swordsman couldnt have been happier for it. He grinned as his ally "White Power all the way. Thank you, Blithe." He felt invigorated, inspired even, as he tore through more of the wolves with relative ease.

He held his sword up, calling to all those who could hear him. "The battle continues to rage, yet we are on the winning side! Push against them now, do not let Astor return to a ruined home. Keep Mizuki and Alonso healthy and fighting, they are our keys to success here." With his part speech, part strategy given, the man went back to it, following his own idea, hoping his willingness to fight even when on the brink of death would be inspiring, atleast somewhat, to others

Action: RELENTLESS
Target: Snefrid & Wolves
38+81 = 119
Snefrid & Wolf Troop: 1386/6000
Tracker / Roll
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• 50 / 100 HP
• DPS

Buff Remaining: 32 for 2 More Turns

Emerath sucked in air as he started to feel his legs dragging across the ground. He had felt like crap, and he still did, but at least he didn't feel like he was dying. But what he was really confused about, was why he was moving. He turned his head to see a hand holding onto his collar, and then he recognized the woman it belonged to as he traced the arm up to the body. @Solaria was dragging him... to Eastwatch? That was Emerath's best guess as he heard the sounds of battle and chaos once again. He definitely wasn't in the peaceful Emergency Camp anymore. But besides that, he felt... warm. There she had been, helping him again in his time of most need. He couldn't help but smile.

Although, as he smiled, that was when he realized that there was something on his face. He felt the source of the irritation, and his hand came back with black, wet dirt. That's right, he had passed out in the dirt. He must've drooled and gotten mud on his face. He called for Solaria to stop, and he slowly stood up on his own next to her, stumbling lightly before gaining his footing. His insides still felt like jelly from the magical attacks, but the sleep had done him a world of good.

He stood with Solaria on the outskirts of Eastwatch, watching the battle raging nearby. "Looks like we haven't lost yet. Eastwatch is still standing. That much is a relief," he commented, as he wiped the mud from his face. "Thank you. For everything you've done since I've met you," Emerath said with a smile to his friend, and then he gave her a hug, before pushing away and holding her shoulders. "I might be about to get myself killed, but that's the fun of all this, right? All that kept going through my mind when I sat on that ballista, punched a giant angel monster in the face, and nearly died, was that this was what games are all about. And I'm glad you've so far helped me to continue living that dream. I'll see you on the other side, one way or another."

Emerath gave her a nod, before letting go and running off towards the battle. He had no idea what was going on, but everyone was attacking what appeared to be a wolf-like woman, who was slashing and clawing her way through the battlefield as the tanks held fast against her. This was Emerath's moment to shine, as he ran straight for her, no regard for himself. He leapt into the air and delivered a solid flying kick to the woman's head, causing her to reel, and swing at him. Emerath ducked the blow after landing from his strike, and then delivered a solid uppercut to her in response. She growled and howled, and all around just seemed to hate the man, but that was what Emerath wanted. That was what they all wanted. Emerath would win his part of the war, even if it killed him.

But he wasn't done yet, as he took a step back, he waved to the wolf woman, and then said, "I hope you enjoy fire."

Oil Balloon

He had left a balloon on the ground in front of the wolf woman, and had a small stick on fire in his hand. "Bye!" he said, and threw the stick at the balloon, before running behind the tanks with a smile on his face as he heard the explosion and splatter of hot oil. "God I love this game!" he shouted as he peered out from behind the safety of his allies.

Action: Reckless Attack
Target: Snefrid
81 + 92 + 20 + 32 = 257
Snefrid & Wolf Troop: 1129/6000
Tracker / Roll​

 

• 52 / 125 HP
• DPS

+15 from Berserk
+29 from @Eileen Dover 's buff

“Alright… This is getting better now.” God knows from whence she managed to gather so much mana by herself, let alone casting this many spells without planting her face on the ground due to exhausting her energy reserves. Deep blue eyes were now a opaque and borderline white-blue thanks to the earlier stabilization of her temporary power up. Above her, both storm orbs circled in unison under the control of her left arm. With a sudden and quick pull motion, her right arm ordered the third and last orb to descend from above the clouds, joining the other two storm spheres.

However, her control of all three Vajrayanas quickly waned as the musical empowerment from Cain faded away. Indra’s eyes widened in surprise — shit. If the output wasn’t continuous, her spell would collapse and blow up friend and foe alike! It was in this time of desperation that her hears could hear a familiar, wonderful voice that had words laced with poison, the one named revenge. Her worried expression quickly turned into a cocky grin as the musical power flowed through her veins once more. Indra looked back to Eileen, and with but a simple nod answered the power granted to her. The animalistic grin on her face should be enough. She lost it already, so might as well go all in.

“The star has fallen in despair, for sins cover the skies with grudge. It morphs and descends, piercing the earth. Drums of the end are near, for the star has fallen, the star has fallen.”

Indra summoned three manaprisms, which linked each individual orb with lightning.

“I am the end, and purger of this world.”

“Waver before punishment, oh beacon of lightning AND FALL IN UTTER DESPAIR.”

“YE ART SO EVIL, SO EVIL, SO EVIL. ACCEPT GREAT JUDGEMENT, JUDGEMENT, JUDGEMENT, AND OFFER YE BLOOD AND FLESH FOR ATONEMENT, ATONEMENT, ATONEMENT. YE BUNCH OF STUPID BEASTS. BEING COVERED WITH YE DESERVED KARMA, BE PULVERIZED!”
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Mixing and stabilizing together, all three orbs became one. It expanded like and like a star floated in perfect harmony — all the noise, crackling and howling winds gone. When it reached a few meters above, however, hell broke loose. Her magic collapsed, and the storm orb started pulling the air and enemies along with it to a voltaic grave.

“Quasar Collapse...”​

Action: Reckless Attack
Target: Snefrid & Wolf Troops
281
Snefrid & Wolf Troop: 848/6000
(S2) Eastwatch / (Roll) Defense Groups
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• 4 / 129 HP
• DPS

There were more people now. Everyone was fighting, the battlefield was becoming even messier. Not Mizuki's concern, as long as it didn't get in her way as she continued to attack the other wolf bitch with a frenzy, broken body or no. She could tell that others were helping, attacking as well. She should be angry for getting in the way, but all her fury was preoccupied. As long as the target died she'd accept it, although what she'd do afterwards was a mystery to her. Maybe calm down and try to think of what to do next? She had come here for a reason, not to fight Snefrid. She wanted to fight Snefrid but it wasn't the only thing she could do here. She could think about that once she was done. Yeah, that sounded fine.

However then someone charged in and grappled Snefrid. That was too much. Mizuki couldn't attack her target if she was entangled with someone else. Mizuki growled as she came closer, noticing bright red hair that sparked memories. Not sure what memories right now, but she knew this person. Better to try and not attack her unless she got in the way... She was holding the target to the ground. Maybe that was better. It'd make it easier for her to attack all out if the target couldn't dodge. Didn't think it'd work for very long though... would have to attack quickly.

Not fast enough. Target threw everyone back, turned into giant wolf. Mizuki smashed into stone once more, ignored it as she charged straight back toward Snefrid. She'd keep fighting until one of them dropped, and it didn't matter if she was thrown, torn or broken in the process.

Action: Reckless Attack
Target: Snefrid
117
Snefrid & Wolf Troop: 1231/6000
Tracker / Roll​