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They say war is hell, and perhaps that’s true… But the Admiral had a hunger for a little hell, especially now that she was comfortable inside a more naturally-her body, with a full set of plate armor and at least passable skill with her weapons. She was a long way from ready to lead troops into battle on horseback and seek the full glories and laurels she wished to claim; but it was a start. So when the call had come to defend the realm, she had kissed a tavern maiden goodbye upon the cheek and explained that duty to the King’s own summons came before the pleasures of the heart. And with that she was gone from that woman’s life, saved the awkwardness of the next morning when they weren’t quite sure what one another's names were or where to go from there.

Nevertheless, she was slightly blue-balled, and in her frustrations had eagerly signed up to help lead a counter assault against the invading forces. It was going to have glory for sure, and songs would be sung. She knew. She’d write them; even if she went down in the first volley of arrows, she’d make herself remembered forever in song and story as one of the brave who marched out against their foe as numerous as the woods. For they were the woods themselves!

Creeping from the castle through a sewage gate, which was become all too familiar a habit for her, she began to circle around the enemy forces with a group of foot soldiers, pausing behind some noticeably not-moving trees as the inspected the incoming forces. Grinning, she drew her two weapons and kissed each, then gave a triumphant rallying cry and started to sprint forwards into the enemy’s side, flanking them with her small force. She took her small force directly to the closest enemy formation, which happened to be archers, firing volleys of flaming arrows into the castle grounds. If she could take them down, it would relieve pressure on the others! Though they were merely one of many such archery formations.

96 + 20 = 116 ​

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Though the odds were against them and death was a far more likely outcome, Jack had rallied with the offensive forces nonetheless. Considering how astronomical the casualties would be, how could a battle medic like himself stay tucked safely behind the walls when there were health bars to be filled and lives to be saved?

Tagging a short distance behind the main vanguard, he’d continue various pre-combat preparations while calmly managing the numerous buff effects of his companions with an innate sense of haste. Considering the military size of both factions, it was safe to say that perhaps guerilla tactics would be the best in this situation? If that was the case, buffs increasing haste and offensive power were perhaps the best course of action. Temporary shields were bestowed upon those wielding melee weapons as well since they’d be required to hop directly into the thick of the fray.

Only after combat had initiated did Jack continue to watch cautiously from the safest vantage point he could find. Tossing out necessary heals as various bars began to dip, he’d pay special attention to a select few while alternating between incantations and interface casting to minimize downtime.

“Don’t pull too far ahead, Addy! Make sure you’ve got an exit path if we ever opt for the run part of a hit and run… Dead DPS does zero!”

15 + 30 = 45

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Having arrived at the castle he'd look to the king in confusion, "So what's going on now, Is it those damned trees again?" he'd asked confused about the situation at hand, yet as men were being delegated to help out Steele would listen some and nod, joining the small task force of @The Admiral and @Jack Anders he'd accept his role in the team; knowing death was a possibility he'd shrug "Well, I'm already a hero, best to go out a legend." he'd say chuckling as he would nod liking the sound of his own insanity, "Besides what's the worst that could happen. My lord Tyl is beside me this fight, justice will be done and We will defend this kingdom. Besides how can we be The Heroes of Falderen if we get wiped off the map..." Sighing he'd contact all members of his guild informing them to join the cause.

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Attention all members of [VALOR]
http://spherical.link/terrarp/threads/the-heroes-of-falderen.1349/

Finishing his message he'd escape out and fall off towards jack and Addy.She was a crazy one. But that was good. Laughing he'd run past jack, "Why do the DPS think they can take our jobs.Let us take the hits and give you openings...also thanks for the buff broseph." Rushing past as he knocked back shots fired with his shield, slapped the blades away slicing at a few others he'd make his way to the admiral breaking through the wave, His body shifting to move before her and take a strike before bashing the enemy before him with a shield giving her a clear shot. His health depleting some already his eyes had gone red; he was in his berserk state and the fuckers who dared to test his metal would soon feel his deep wit in theirs. The male was now entering his Berserk state and would let rip into anyone foolish enough to try and get in close on his allies. "You wana get through them. You got to get through me..." he'd say moving about fairly quick and hitting hard.

60+ 30 = 90
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OOC: Forgot to add my roll link and minor spelling errors​

 

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Well the odds were not in their favor and his Captain had ordered an Assault on the Ancients. In this position he was one of the few or perhaps the only one currently lined up to fight with a good weapon and zero armor to account for in taking damage. Yet he was damn well ready to die no matter the costs! Rolling his shoulders back there was nothing that would stop him from watching Steele’s back besides death. Weissman had started this all with the Boss man and at the end of the day he would finish it. Odds against them or not, it was balls to the wall time. You either went big or died cold.. He wasn’t up for the cold part.

Weissman did not hesitate to answer the mail given to him when Steele called to him. An thus as the man jumped into the room he swiftly stood at Steele’s right side. Pulling out his dagger he doubled checked the edge before casting off a devious smile to the Boss man. “Welp.. There you go being poetic again Boss. You can die a Hero in that armor. As it stands I still have more balls than you rolling in poor tier armor. Whose really a Legend!!” Weissman smirked as he followed the group through the sewage gate and out.

At first he shook his head at Abby as she darted so far ahead upon the first breaking wave. The buffs from Jack made him feel all that much lighter as he followed Steele into combat. Patting @Jack Anders on back as he passed he gave the man a thumbs up, his body zig zagged to and fro till he just about clashed with the lineup of archers. The sound of Steele’s voice and Jack’s comment about DPS’s made him laugh aloud as her went to put Stabby McStabberson to work upon the enemy.

“This is all too familiar @Aaron Steele . Except they aren’t wolves this time.” Blinking lightly Weissman struck up ducking a deflected arrow from the man’s shield Weissman worked to keep a path open behind @The Admiral and Steele in case a retreat was needed.

77 + 15 = 92
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The Yladian forces... Merkaba remembered them. They were the dryads and elves of the forest. Nature's guardians.... it would only be natural that such beings would despise the human race. Humans were selfish, hateful, indulgent in all of the most sinful pleasures. Uncaring about their surroundings if they themselves were to come out on top. This was how humanity thrived and grew. Regardless what dimension it existed in. The lies that people sought something like a kumbaya sing along of friendship was absolute hogwash. The truth was they were the sheep of the darkness and as such only meant to further the ends of what the universe was truly about.... and it was certainly not loving the trees and flowers.

Merkaba and several of her cult had entered this battle for the sake of both increasing her reputation with the kingdom she would someday convert to her word, but also to indulge in a great slaughter of these generally light aligned creatures. To stomp out life was a glorious thing for the Dark Lady. To reap and watch her dark magic rot and torment the proud tree folk into dust and dead waste. The amount of souls being slain and hate being spread here.... nothing like a war to bring glory to her dark gods and in turn bring her ever closer to them through the embrace of the malefic force! If there was anything she distasted about this it would simply be the fact her side seemed to be the weaker of the two. Also simple wanton destruction was simply not her style... she would rather have been a leader and manipulated from the on high.

That would be a thing for a later time sadly, for now she had to dirty herself here among the incompetent to get this great tribute underway. Merkaba would give her orders to her guild followers and expect them to not disappoint.

Merkaba

[COVEN]
Do the tasks you were assigned. If I give the order to retreat. Then do so. We are not here to die for these sheep but to revel and help guide them to display as much murder of the Yladian as possible in tribute of the dark gods.

The Dark Lady took her scythe into battle it was time to display her full power and go a little crazy here... not her style but sometimes it was fun to just let her hair out....

45 + 20 = 65
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Honestly? After she'd heard about the slavery of the Yladians she wasn't sure if she still wanted to actively aid the Falderen monarchy. At first, she helped them, once in the ghost-scouting quest, and many times after in the bounties because it seemed like the right, honourable thing to do — they were royals, after all, and there was a certain allure to fighting for powerful people. But now...Amane shook her head, banishing those thoughts as she ran into the forest, taking time to duck behind trees as she rendezvous with the rest of the assault team. Some of the people fighting were her friends, others her guildmates, and many were both. Even if slavery was wrong, if the elves had only wanted to free the slaves they would have stopped after killing the nobles in the castle. No, the elves weren't fighting for justice, but hatred, and she would side with her allies on this.

Reaching the group, she made a beeline towards Jack's position, judging from the armour he wore that he was a support, and a pretty good one to boot. Amane didn't have any experience being in a big fight, discounting the world boss, and that one was a mess, so she figured sticking with the guy that looked like he knew what he was doing would be the smartest option. Giving him a nod, she cast buffs of her own, but much less of them, for she doubted that she had the same amount of energy to spend as the more experienced looking player.

Taking a glance around the battlefield Amane nearly had to hide a wince. Goodness, it was almost impossible to tell the difference between tank and DPS — both had rushed in equally recklessly, and was that a mage fighting in melee range with a scythe? "For fucks sake guys," she called out as her hands frantically casted spells, part of her incredulous, and the other half incredibly bemused. "How much health do they think we can heal?"

84 + 20 = 104
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Well, it wasn't like Roland hadn't seen this coming. The tensions with Yaldia were at an all time high since they had been added to the game. To be honest, it had seemed when they were added that, their entire purpose was to antagonize the country. Sadly for them, there wasn't much time to gain sympathizers, not many quests delved into their reasonings. Instead, they were portrayed as outsiders attacking foreign soil. This made Roland's decision to defend Castle Mormont, a rather easy one (even more so when you realized he was a fan of the game of thrones, an older book and tv series from fifty or so years ago).

Luckily, Roland arrived well before the elves did, allowing him to enter the fortifications before the attack. With his skill in blades, he showed the infantry man a few tips and tricks for the upcoming battle, before resigning himself to watching over the wall. It had seemed despite his initial thoughts that the elven army did indeed have some sympathizers after all, as the guards had already captured a few trying to disable their defenses. Roland would need to remain vigilant

(edit: sorry I was half awake when I wrote this, but Roland -will- be joining the front lines on his next post)

98+ 20 = 118
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Violence seemed to erupt all around as Jack and others began to spill out onto the battlefield, forming a sort of loose unit of adventurers and NPC soldiers that had come out with them. At Jack’s warning not to spread herself too far from the group she raised a bloody hammer and twirled it to signal that she’d gotten the message, then brought it crashing down upon an archer’s head as he moved in closer with a blade. As he slumped to the ground, brains leaking out of his nose from a crushed skull, she tossed Jack a smile and back-pedaled a few paces to let the formation catch up with her. There seemed to be all sorts here… A Gothic Lolita fetishist chopping elf and ent apart. A healer who was upset over the amount of damage the group was taking on the front lines. A young man with a fine blade who seemed very devil may care about the situation. All in all, it was a strange group, and without knowing the abilities more intimately there was no advice that the Admiral could give to make them function better as a group.

One of the NPC soldiers protested that she ought to do “that crazy berserker thing you did earlier” which caused her to wince in irritation before snapping at him.

“I can’t get the skill to work! My health is being kept too high and I’m not angry about anything!” She sighed, eyes darting from him to the paladin that began trying to tank the damage. She was ready to shrug and accept the help when familiarity settled in and she paused long enough to inspect the name on the character.

Steel. The NPC!

“NOW I’M ANGRY ABOUT SOMETHING!” she snarled as she shoved her way forwards again, her two weapons swinging wildly and breaking apart the bodies of the elves that came rushing towards them. Her strikes were heavy and wild, swinging more out of feeling than training. And boy, was it scary to watch. With each step forwards barbs and acidic bulbs tormented her flesh and screamed at her to turn back, but she persisted in pushing onwards and MOVING TOWARDS THE OAKHEART to take down their giant foe, in spite of the pain and trouble. She would only retreat if the entire formation fell back; otherwise, she continued to lead the charge!

32+ 20 = 52
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Having taken hits and blocking others for the others he'd do his best to prevent any unnecessary damage. Yet it seemed that once more the troop had made some sort of mistake or something. As they made their way through a set of enemies and into the forest of sorts; they appeard to trigger a trap. Nasty boil like plants or what not popping and spewing acid everywhere made the male glad he was in armor; his protection avoiding his skin melting but not the pains of the fumes. Coughing some he'd attempt to cover his mouth; utterly deplorable. Yet he did his best to protect @Xavier Weissman, yet he wouldn't be able to go on further. "Someone needs to heal the kid, so he can get out of here before he gets himself killed. Making his way past the barbs beneath his metal boots he'd note his team mate once more getting carried away; angry even more now "WHY IS IT NO ONE CAN RESPECT THE FUCKING TANK, FINE! You want to die, go die, I'm done baby sitting a fool. Fucking Admiral, who does she think she is...wait, was that the name of that one character, no but he was...fuck my life I better go protect her."

He'd say messaging the others "@Jack Anders, Try and rally the others, we need to stick together and keep healing those yall can; cleanse us if possible. I'm alright so long as I don't drop below 50% health keep an eye on me and stay close " He'd say moving forward some more as he began to utilize the missing health to show off his increased buffs from the Berserk Mode. He was in using his frustration and aggravations with Addy to really lay into the enemy. His goal to keep his healer and the others alive around as long as possible. Although he wanted to help Admiral, given the last trap rushing off wasn't the wisest of decisions making a slow but steady pace; trying to avoid a mass accumulation of damage and the toxin's he'd keep MOVING TOWARDS THE OAKHEART. Utilizing his rage fueled state as his heath grew lower, his speed and damage too increased; wailing into those foolish enough to assault them close range; leaving the distant fighting to the mages if possible.

66 + 25 = 91
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OOC: Didn't notice I had only lost 10 and put 20. Must have missed the shield part. Corrected.​

 

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She'd been managing to avoid damage and detection thus far with her stealth abilities, finding it fairly simple to pass unnoticed thus far. She'd fought an oakheart before, and they were nothing to scoff at, especially how she had considered that she had never fought with most of these people, and she'd have to take extra care to make sure Amane was being looked after.

With a heavy sigh, she advanced, finally catching up with the groups vanguard without so much as an introduction; They either already knew who she was, or she didn't care right now. The meet and greet with cake and punch could wait until after, this was over. On the other had, this wasn't her first encounter with these invaders, and she would have questions for a prisoner in a quiet cellar somewhere nearby when time permitted.

Apparently, the comparatively small counter striking party had more pressing issues to deal with, in the form of an Oakheart blocking their path. While she could make a considerable list of things she'd rather confront, it was obvious that their only path was forward. Every second was paid for in the blood of both her allies here in the field, and those fervently attempting to stave off the assault on the walls of the keep. She charged forward, toward the Oakheart.

7+20=27
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Roland was glad he had spent the extra time with the men earlier, as when they marched out the gates it was clear nerves were going to be an issue. "We haven't even seen combat yet.." moaned Roland as he marched in tandem with some other players. He thought he recognized most of them but as he looked closer he wasn't as sure. Specifically he spotted a dual wielding hammer user which he approached from behind believing them to be Admiral, as he began to open his mouth however, he noticed quickly it was a female. "Maybe a sister?" Roland thought as he moved away, "I'll find out later..." He was somewhat uneasy seeing Dempsey and Merkaba, both were very skilled at their and could be deadly when they needed to be, but each had murky motivations.


However, his spirits were lifted when he saw both Jack, and Amane, both were very capable healers, and combatants in their own right. He began to approach one of them in greeting when their unit was suddenly ordered into the fray…



Being sent to the flank was likely the best direction Roland could have hoped for. It would allow them to carve into the enemy with minimal risk. Or so he thought. Upon their approach they entered into a clearing, which soon became clear was filled with an acidic mist. Screams of pain, and fear rang out, and Roland watched in horror as some newer players began to simply melt before him. Roland’s body moved on its own, as his guard skill activated, hiking his armor up to cover his arms and nose. The deaths were a shame, but there was nothing that could be done about them. Soon the screams of pain and agony were overshadowed by ones of anger, and battle lust as a good portion of the unit began to charge forward. It would have been a reckless move if it wasn’t for the Oakheart standing several paces away holding a large boulder. If it got a chance it would hurl the huge thing at the castle walls, or even worse, at them. Silently, Roland charged forward towards the Oakheart, blades in hand ready for battle.

83 + 20 = 103
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Amane choked, accidentally breathing in some of the toxic air before she grabbed ahold of her instincts, keeping a tight hold over her breath until the fumes cleared as much as possible. She watched with horror as Xavier, a guildmate that, while she wasn't very familiar with, she had spoken to a few times literally melted into a pool of viscous blood and muscle. For the most part, even though the poison stung her face and legs, her armour kept the worse of it away, and only a tiny drop of her health bar occured. Her throat, on the other hand, felt like it was on fire, and every gasping heave that she took raked across the sensitive flesh like steel wool. Thankfully, she tended to use her hands more than her voice to incant spells.

She didn't want to seem selfish, but she knew if the healers die the whole party would wipe, so the first two people she was determined to heal was Jack and herself. The two people with tanking masteries — Aaron and Roland, as was evident by both their nigh-full health bars as well as her own meagre knowledge of the both of their skills, were the next logical choices, but Amane suspected that they'll live through the next attack with or without her aid, so she pushed that aside. And then there was only one choice left: Dempsey didn't need a heal, Xavier seemed dead and the last girl had ran off, too far for her to reach with an AOE.

She rapidly began tracing sigils with her fingers, light leaving her hand as she completed the AOE healing spell, the glow flying and suffusing around her, the other support, and the white-haired witch. A feeling of rejuvenation welled from within her, and the green bar at the periphery of her vision ticked up minutely, while her energy fell by a similar amount. At the same time, she sprinted towards the Oakheart, keeping a distance from the vanguard, both wary of getting hit and being left behind.

(3 + 2 x 4) / 2 = 6% Heal Per Person
@Amane Hirota, @Merkaba, @Jack Anders
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Glancing over a shoulder, the Admiral noted that Steel was directly beside rather than behind her, the man’s own berserk charge forwards never faltering amidst arrow or spell as they marched towards the massive oakheart creature through air that choked their lungs and land that ravaged their bodies. The healers seemed to be casting spells to keep everybody moving forwards, and there were additional faces on the battlefield that she had not noticed earlier. A cat-woman monk of some sort, and Roland? Interesting additions! Perhaps they could all take on the massive creature, together, then. Trying to bridge the animosity that was, admittedly, entirely felt in one direction, the Admiral took a step to the side and nudged Steel with an elbow when both were briefly without people to fight in a sort of slap on the back show of camaraderie.

“Who wants to help me take care of some massive wood!” she shouted, raising her hammer in the air and charging forwards again.

43 + 20 = 63
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