(Event) Reclamation of Pride | Page 23

• 92/113 HP
• 110/140 EN
Zone 4->2

-15 from Ice Pillar
-6 HP from Freezing

Freezing 2/6 you feel sluggish, if you reach the cap, you will freeze.

The battlefield was a mess. It was good to see Megan retreat instead of getting struck down, although Vina still didn't like how they'd all just attacked the girl like that. However what was done was done, and it looked like at least the witch had managed to get away when she still had enough focus and energy to create a portal for herself, which indicated that she should be fine physically... Although Vina made a note to see if she could find her afterwards to see how she was faring mentally.

After that the fight became more straightforward, at least until suddenly something erupted from the ground, some strange giant ant with an apparent hunger for magic. Seeing the entrances open to let in bandits Vina felt a flood of panic, which became justified when the hydromancers began to unleash their frozen might on the adventurers, the druides trying to shield herself with her arms but to no avail as ice smashed into her, feeling like it burned her skin with sheer cold and leaving her trembling. It was quickly getting colder even with the ice witch gone...

"Ilya!" Vina's worries for herself were given low priority when she saw the lioness stumbling away from the king back towards the adventurers. While Vina had been trying to get a grip on herself after the ice onslaught her dear friend had been attacking ferociously, but at a steep price. Ignoring the Bandit King Vina rushed towards the fallen Lion, once she was there kneeling down next to her and wrapping her arms around Ilya even as she began to sing.

The harmonic magic wrapped itself around Ilya's body, a song about hardships and how they would be overcome even as the worst of Ilya's wounds were mended. Vina couldn't both heal her friend and remove the chill that was seeping into Ilya's bones at the same time, but for now at least removing the threat of blood loss was the most important.

Single Heal @Ilya for...
7 + 21 = 28
Tracker / Roll​

 

• 58/125 HP
• 74/164 EN
Zone 8


-10 EN for single damage buffFear
Fear
+31 HP single self heal
Freezing 3/6 you feel sluggish, if you reach the cap, you will freeze.

Okay... So. Assassins in the outfield, Hydromancers still running about casting spells. And the Bandit King smacking people around like they'd burnt his dinner. Things could be better?

Temperance waited in zone 8, away from as much of the carnage as possible, channeling magic into herself to heal her wounds. She was determined to survive this, to make it to the end, even if that meant escaping while her comrades all lay dead. After all, she didn't owe them a damn thing and... none had been asking for help in the comms channel. Well, okay. They were. But they weren't using her code-phrase and she had warned them about using it. So... just heal herself up while waiting things out?

Sounded like a good enough plan. She'd probably keep an eye on her friends however. Make sure they made it out, too. She was a support, and thus playing favorites was her prerogative.

Single Heal @Temperance
10 + 21= 31
Tracker / Roll​

 

• 114/138 HP
• 65 EN



Zone 3 > 5


-10 EN for attack
Freezing 4/6 you feel sluggish, if you reach the cap, you will freeze.

"You slippery son of a-" Kijin scowled as the Bandit King let loose his master plan and narrowly avoided clashing with the Swordsman proper. The boss fled in a hurry, imbibing some strange, effervescent liquid as he went. Kijin observed his health bar tick further into the positive, and he grit his teeth. "Healing," he growled under his breath. "Should have anticipated that one."

He shouldered his blade again and turned to head for where the boss had repositioned himself. Unlike attackers with a range option, Kijin was forced to move around more often and make strategic decisions.

It was, in his opinion, the best part of the game.

He found his footing behind the boss, and instant felt the pangs of an aura that sent a shiver through his flesh. "And now, fear," he snorted. While he was at war with his own Force of Will, Kijin recognized, he was bereft of any attack bonuses that would normally apply.

Ah well.

More blood to spill.

What did bugger Kijin was the greater chill that was now threatening his limbs. If allowed to run rampant, it might inhibit his ability to fight on. He wouldn't speak up for now, though.

Attack - Bandit King
Tracker /Roll
60
Bandit King: 784/3000 HP​

 

• 82 HP
• 55 EN
Zone 2

-10 EN for attack, -18 HP Freeze (3)
Freezing 3/6 you feel sluggish, if you reach the cap, you will freeze.

Well, too bad a bunch of ice-magic users came through that damn entrance-- it finally collapsed once they were already inside the courtyard. Since Destiny was already laying face-first in the snow and had literally no melee abilities, she figured her best strategy for the round was to just hole up like an eskimo and hope none of them noticed the idiot woman goddamn freezing on the ground. She lucked out-- both the assassins and the hydromancers overlooked her, distracted by their leader's orders and the rumbling avalanche to the southeast.

Once the coast was clear, Destiny stood, dusting herself off. Her body ached from cold and her bare skin burned where it touched the snow. In the heart of the courtyard, the fight against the Bandit King raged on. At the sight of the man, Destiny felt her mouth grow dry-- his sheer rage was terrifying. Still, she knew it had to be worse close-up. Hell, maybe I can distract him, give the rest of 'em some time. Before she knew what she was doing, she picked up a fist-sized rock and hurled it towards the man, intending to draw his attention away from the other combatants. "Hey! Over here, y'ugly bastard!"

Of course, she just had to aim true. She'd forgotten her attack setting was on auto. The stone smacked into the man's face in a ranged attack. Gaping in shock, Destiny covered her mouth, rooted to the spot. "Ah. Um--"

Attack - Bandit King
Tracker / Roll
64 + 0 = 64
Bandit King: 720/3000 HP​

 

• 56 HP
• 68 EN
Zone 8

-24 HP from Freezing
-20 EN from Reckless
Freezing 3/6 you feel sluggish, if you reach the cap, you will freeze.

Well, if he was being showered with this much love, he had no choice but to oblige, huh?

Before him, hell was unfolding, arrows and ice and sheer heroic might sundering the players as the Bandit King unveiled how he managed to seize that title with power alone. The ice continued to creep upon him, frosty veins scarring his flesh, a malediction of the environment itself, but his heart still pounded. Hammered. Warmed. Hot blood chased away the numbness, and as light and flame surrounded him, the Flagbearer of Miracles grinned.

If they asked for it, he will comply.

“Your prayers have been heard and acknowledged,” the muse’s voice rang out, “Now, bear witness to the true might of the Flagbearer of Miracles, the Double Blessed of Idna and Iedi, the Man Who Bears the Weight of the World Around His Neck!”

But the noose was not there. There were no second thoughts here, no better, alternative path. Through the efforts and hopes of those around him, each alternative reality had been torn asunder. The paths have converged. The singularity had formed. And, despite the frost that clung onto him…he was still strong enough to see this all through. No playing around. No Arcanamancy required. If it tore his vocal cords apart, it would be a fair price to pay in order to see the shine of victory.

No more lute strumming. No more grandstanding. With this one song, he will show this King who truly owns the North.

“Grand Magic Evocation.”​

The magic words pulled forth that glorious magical array once more, a thousand phantasmal notes dancing around the muse as azure runes emerged from his clothing. Each syllable caused a ripple through the magic infused atmosphere. Each note caused the air to thicken, coalescing into something that stole his own breath away.

A winter ago, he would have never dreamed of this.

But a winter ago, he hungered for this.

The Swan Song began, swelling with destructive glory.

Attack - Bandit King
Tracker / Roll
80 + 33 + 35 + 25 + 36 = 209
Bandit King: 511/3000 HP​

 

• 92/113 HP
• 100/140 EN
Zone 4->2

-10 EN from Dispelling

Freezing 2/6 you feel sluggish, if you reach the cap, you will freeze.

With the worst wounds healed Vina could focus on warming Ilya up, or at least reduce the chill that she must have been enduring. The open wounds had been both a blessing and a curse: on one hand they would have helped stem the flow of blood quickly, but on the other for as long as her blood had been flowing out of her wounds it would have sped up the cooling down of her body... She wouldn't get much worse from this but she was in a pretty bad state already.

And singing wasn't doing much to help. The magic was curing Ilya but it wasn't actually treating the source of the problem. She could sing about summer and the sun and it would give a warming effect, but it wouldn't be nearly as effective as actually generating heat in some manner, and while Vina had access to music, nature and air none of those things could create real heat. She could keep the air around Ilya from getting colder but that was about it, and it'd drain her energy to constantly fight against the blizzard that was enveloping the courtyard.

The druidess felt desperate even as she kept singing. It wasn't like Ilya was going to die but she felt like she should be doing more but in her current situation there wasn't much more she could do. She was already using as much magic as she could to heal her friend and keep her from freezing to death, but her magic wasn't suited for the latter and she wasn't that amazing that she could take care of the former all on her own. She couldn't rely on help either: everyone was in a bad condition due to the cold, everyone was doing the best they could to fight the Bandit King and his soldiers.

Snøvær was trying to share his warmth with the lovely lioness as well, but even the frostwolf had limits to what he could do when the cold had already penetrated so deeply. Air, nature, music... It wasn't suited for this.

Single Dispel conditions from:
@Ilya
Tracker​

 

• 8 HP
• 40 EN
Zone 7

It grew darker and darker. Colder and colder. Lady Anette Josephine Liselotte Yvonne Olivia Zella von Brandt I. was deep enough to not pull out. She wouldn't take pity from anybody. Even in this beaten up state, a Queen had to look elegant.

Coughing up some blood, the crown-wearing girl shook her head as she forced herself to stand more straight. "I am a proud German! Veakness will not be tolerated." The red-eye told herself, puffing out her chest.

She couldn't really attack much anymore, not to mention actually being smart enough to not put any more attention from the enemy on herself. Instead, the white-hair sought another frozen person. These Feuerbälle worked wonders.

"Zere! Feuerball!" Another Pawn could attack again.

Heat @Kijin Shihaku
Cleared 3 stack of Freezing
Tracker / Roll​

 

• 42 HP
• 70 EN
Zone 5


-20 EN for reckless attack

Freezing 3/6 you feel sluggish, if you reach the cap, you will freeze.
Fear Nullifies mastery modifiers.

Celestine shivered from the cold as the battlefield around her battered her cheeks with a painful chill. Only the adrenaline and violent shivering kept her standing as the tried her hardest to ignore the chaos around her and focus on the one target that mattered: their target, the Bandit King himself.

"I-I won't be doing a f-fear of you this day! Do a get down and do a staying of the down!"

Rushing forward through the windchill and the giant axe's swing, her hand sparked with electrical energy as she came in for a point-blank electrical punch, straight to his mammoth-sized chest.

Reckless Attack - Bandit King
Tracker / Roll
84 + 32 = 106
Bandit King: 405/3000 HP​

 

• 85 HP
• 65 EN
Zone 5

-10 energy for attacking
-12 HP for freezing
Freezing 2/6 you feel sluggish, if you reach the cap, you will freeze.

As Eryl pivoted on her heel to make a second strike, her hair whipped behind her like a malestorm of crimson vengeance. She gripped her sword in both hands, the woman gave the bandit king a steely glare. Her resolve fueled into her being as Eryl's boot crunched in the snow for a second attack, the blade of her steel began to glow with a slight hue of her fury as both her arms brought it around in a wide slash. Despite its strength, it was still intensely controlled.

"Nnngaaaaaah!" she shouted, the satisfying feeling of her weapon making contact with his form filled her hands and arms. Her momentum carried her just past him, Eryl barely managed to stop as she planted her right foot in the snow. Her hair wildly flailed around her as Eryl whipped around to see their damaged foe and watched as her higher skilled players renewed their assault.

Single Attack- Bandit King
98+ 0 = 98
Bandit King 307/3000
Tracker/Roller​

 

• 95/148 HP
• 63/128 EN
Zone 8

3/6 Freezing

Playing his music made him feel a bit better. Watching his comrades continue to fight on helped too. He started to let his mistakes fade away as he focused on what he knew he could do right. His capability didn’t lie in combat, and with all these people more powerful than him running around, he was a fool to think otherwise.

So he just kept playing, his music taking on a lighter, happier tone, as he focused on those who were freezing in the cold. He would right his wrongs, somehow.

Single/AoE Dispel conditions from:
@Savannah Reed
-2 Freezing
Tracker​

 

• 22 HP
• 50 EN
Zone 5


-20 EN and HP for second reckless attack

Freezing 5/6 you feel sluggish, if you reach the cap, you will freeze.
Fear Nullifies mastery modifiers.

"How are you still doing a stand!?" Celestine glanced up at the massive hulk of a man in astonishment. How many hits had he taken? At least a dozen, and still he stood.

With a gust of wind, Celestine was whisked back away in recoil, readying one final attack.

"This is the last of the strength I am having! Everyone, you need to do it a finish, now!"

Another blast of wind tore Cel's body forward straight towards the bandit king, and this time, it didn't stop until she'd wrapped her whole body around him, like a little girl hugging her papa. A little girl with a lot of electrical power.

"For the pride of the Lion peoples!"

Having shouted her final battle cry, Celestine released as much electrical energy as she possibly could directly into the king of the bandits, releasing a flurry of sparks into the snowy landscape.

Reckless Attack - Bandit King
Tracker / Roll
81 + 52 = 133
Bandit King: 174/3000 HP​

 

• 36 HP
• 48 EN
Zone 8

-20 HP from Reckless
-20 EN from Reckless
Freezing 5/6 you feel sluggish, if you reach the cap, you will freeze.

Symphonies. Melodies. Harmonies. Elegies.

Staccato. Mezzoforte. Pizzicato. Vibrato.

Keys. Strings. Wind. Voice.

Eldhi. Ursa. Magi. Seigi.

He could feel it. Behind him. Something rising. Something emerging. From the cracks of surreality and the fabric of fantasy, it inched to him. Closer and closer, the muses of the old beckoned, and yet, even at this height, he could not reach it yet. There was a final barrier. One last piece missing. And though his imaginary veins roared at him, Cain held on fast to the seams of his Grand Magic, even as the melody frayed. His physical veins were roaring at him now, bursting, bleeding, bruises forming over his body as blood seeped out of his orifices.

Fuck, this hurt. Fuck, this was great. Fuck, he loved every fucking second of this! Red burned in his eyes as the world itself seemed to shake, his bones creaking as his voice clawed its way into the heavens above.

Now, on the boundary line between life and death, as his fingernails cracked off and red ice formed over every opening in his body, as fatigue finally sank itself into his soul and as he realized the limits of his flesh, what would he say?

“HEY, ROSE BITCH, ARE YOU WATCHING?!” @Vermillion (XIII)

An invisible paradox burst outwards, projected by wrath and magic, sound breaking the speed of sound, pummeling the Northern King with monstrous force.

Attack - Bandit King
Tracker / Roll
51 + 73 + 35 + 25 + 36 = 220
Bandit King: 0/3000 HP​

 

• 98/136 HP
• 17/112 EN
Zone 5

-02 freeze stacks from @Emerath Katou
-20 HP for reckless attack
-20 EN for reckless attack

+2 Freezing Stack from Reckless attack
Freezing 4/6 you feel sluggish, if you reach the cap, you will freeze.

Heat overcame her muscles and, once more, the cramping eased enough for her movement to be restored. She ground her molars and gripped her weapon harder, brute forcing her body to move through sheer willpower alone. But Savannah was tired. Sweat wept from her brow and coated the clothes that she wore under her armor. Her muscles were heavy with fatigue, but this was no time to rest. She could just make out the Bandit King stumbling and another feral grin escaped her control. With the last of her strength, she swung her ax once more and cleaved his head from his shoulders.

Reckless Attack - TBK
Tracker / Roll
119 + 20 = 139
TBK: -139 / 3000 HP
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• 58 HP
• 136 EN
Zone 4

-12 HP from (2) Freeze
-20 HP from Assassin Attack
-10 EN from Heal
Freezing 2/6 you feel sluggish, if you reach the cap, you will freeze.

Alpha winced at Cain's injuries as she nimbly moved around the area, finding a nice spot that seemed a tad bit safer than the rest of the place. Her breath was cold, she was shivering, and a bunch of skinny guys in tight suits got the jump on her. She took a look at Hector, tossing him a grudging glare at his spotless, stainless appearance. He looked as if he just bathed in a pool of coconut water. She threw her dagger, the blunt side of it, straight at his face and pouted as he nimbly dodged it, giving her a taunting, arrogant gleam.

Shaking her head, she got up and surveyed the area. Everything was fine and dandy; this was the perfect time for her to totally sneak up on the Bandit King. She could imagine it.

Her, standing there, over the man's corpse as the crowd threw flowers! A spotlight would shine upon her and there'll be a choir singing praises and hallelujahs in the name of Alphabet Chocolate: their savior and the second coming of Zeus! She couldn't wait. "Hehe!"

Unfortunately, fate had other ideas in mind. She watched, her face slack with surprise, as Cain Darlite of all people cast the magical world equivalent of a nuclear bomb on steroids at the man. And, just like that, all her dreams and hopes were dashed.

"Seriously?!" she shouted to no one in particular. She began to grumble. "Gah, I hate life! Nope! I'm so quitting this game after this! Rage quit, guys!" if there were keyboard inputs in the game, she would've began keyboard-mashing by now. "Ohemgee, there better be good loot for this! You so KS'd me!" she whined, stomping her foot as she dropped down and lied, prostrate, in misery. A few more seconds and then she started to roll around on the ground, face red. Her fists were pummeling the floor as if it were her bed and her mother had just told her that she wouldn't be having McDonalds for dinner.

"Urgh!" she finally spluttered out, calming from her fit. And, without further ado or another word, she waved her hand in Cain's general direction as time began to undo itself around him. "I mean seriously?! You should've said cooler words than shouting out to your ex! Like, who kills a guy and then shouts up to the sky about some girl who you clearly have issues with enough to call her a...you know what! Therapy, Cain! There's a reason therapy exists! After this, we're so gonna go to Stokbon---you and me! And then you're gonna owe me five sodas! Five!"

Single Heal for @Cain Darlite
4 + 19 = 23
Reclamation Tracker / (Roll) Reclamation of Pride​

 

• 040 HP
• 030 EN
Zone 4 --> 5


-24 HP Freezing
-10 EN Dispel
Freezing 4/6 you feel sluggish, if you reach the cap, you will freeze.

Haru couldn't help but be relieved at the final blow (and the one after that) on the Bandit King. For all his big talk, Haru readily admits to himself that he may have not been ready to back them up. Oh, well- at least someone followed through on his words. He had no clue if this was all over yet, though. The first problem was that the battlefield was still torn asunder in chaos. Haru had no idea if there were any enemies at the moment from all this action, and so he moved to the centre to get a view around him.

-Ah, Cain was freezing again. "Good job, Cain." He smiles to the man who probably can't hear him from such a distance. It didn't matter anyway. He'd just send him a message of praise later instead. The words were honest praise despite the rather suicidal tactics he was using. It reminded Haru of himself, before the events leading him to pick up a virtual headset ever happened. As justly earned reward, he quickly once more banishes ice forming on the man.

Single Dispel 2 Freezing from:
@Cain Darlite
Tracker​