95 HP

MAX HP

90 EN

MAX EN

It took scant moments for the door to collapse away and reveal the castle interior, and suddenly the Admiral was charging forward into the fray again. Approaching the eastern wing, they began to swing each of the clubs in their hands with violent precision at the faces and stomachs of the soldiers who hoped to defend the castle. Hammer and club clattered against sword and shield and here and there a body fell, pushing the backwards into the tight confines of the hallway where it became impossible to flank or to ambush. Spells flew, arrows sang through the air, screams littered the halls in pained cries and dying whispers as blade and body spilled blood upon the castle's floors.

The fighting was awkward and uncomfortable, not just because of the tight spacing... but due to the small man who sat upon her shoulders, riding her like a war mount as she tried to flail wildly into the enemy and crush them all.

5 + 40 = 45
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45/850​

 

80 HP

MAX HP

90 EN

MAX EN

The doorway blew apart, the gate came crashing down, and Earley smiled happily down at his hands which had just unleashed such raw and potent power. It was an intoxicating rush, and he understood now a measure of Merkaba's madness. Was that how she felt when she did her whole... evil bit? Well, she was in for a euphoric affair now, for there was seemingly no end of enemy soldiers to kill inside. Following behind some rather reckless individuals who charged right in, Earley followed behind, focusing his magic upon volleys of arcane bolts to arch up and over enemy shields and rain down upon the heads and shoulders of his confined enemies. It was pathetically simple to just blast them from behind the relative safety of the melee fighters, though he had to take care not to catch too much stray spellpower from enemy mages. Or let the forces in the central chamber run up and stab him in the back... How annoying would it be to die in such a fashion, and have to deal with his guild going on and on about it?

19 + 15 = 34
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79 / 850
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80 HP

MAX HP

90 EN

MAX EN

Gwyn followed close on the heals of the tanks and heavy hitters who stormed through the opened gates and she let herself be carried in the tide of fighters. She caught to particular wake of The Admiral once more and drew an arrow across the line as the woman started tearing forward and through. Her weapons were fearsome, but Gwyn laughed at the mage atop her shoulders, shaking her head at the sight. To die with that as the last thing you saw sure was interesting.

The archer turned her attention to farther down the hall and squinted at the far door. A solid thing with slits where arrows were quick to fire off from. She bore her teeth in a snarl and lined up a shot. Instead of loosing it straight for her target, another player bumped into her and she wasn't quick enough to instinctively correct before she released. The shot went wide and still found one of the defenders. It had ricocheted off the wall and found the meat of his ass instead of anything fatal, sadly. It was enough distraction that he dropped his guard and got blasted by the nearby mage's arcane bolts.

13 + 15 = 28
(Roll) Keep Invasion - East Wing

[ 107 / 850 ]​

 

93 HP

MAX HP

90 EN

MAX EN

Humans were faster than Aeiou was expecting. As the Admiral charged forward the small jockey atop her shoulders clung on to her helm for dear life. The door had immediately buckled, yet Aeiou found himself having to duck his head in order to make it through the doorway. Another sharp turn, and suddenly there was a sea of weapons and armor just inches down, blades knicking at his shins.And yet the biggest enemy Aeiou was facing were the sconces that lined the walls. The Admiral swung her arms one way, and Aeiou’s torso went the other. Aeiou’s forehead met the sconce with a discouraging thnk. And again. Step by step, clank by clank. His vision blurred and obscured as he covered his forehead with one hand.

A little growl, and a pitiful ”Battle Shout: Earthquake” sputtered out of lips, sending the first line of opponents a step back. There was no way to tell if that was because of his “threatening” cry, or because of a tiny twinge of pity.

2 + 0 = 2
(Roll) Keep Invasion - East Wing

109 / 850

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92 HP

MAX HP

80 EN

MAX EN

Jack Anders

Try to keep the same pace in both wings... Might wanna slow down @Astor Balthas. We're moving at a crawl over here.

Keep an eye out for anything fishy. They might be up to something if they're actively making us go for a pincer move to split us up.

Cursing bitterly under his breath, Jack reluctantly swerved over to the eastern wing upon seeing the collapsed central stairwell. Though a fairly reasonable choice after obtaining a more proper understanding of the layout, he thought it was a rather concerning one considering the amount of time the defenders had. Rather than forcing troops to funnel down into a single corridor where the amount of enemies faced was limited by the width of the passageway (and allowed for all their efforts to be placed in one direction), they had instead actively encouraged enemy forces to go for a pincer move. Such a tactic was only needed if they planned on eradicating one wing prior to the other. It was a typical divide and conquer strategy.

Though the halls were too cramped for any proper healing, the man could still erect barriers to help dampen enemy projectiles. Slowly trudging forward with their advance, he’d grunt while taking another step forward and dashing for cover behind a bit of furniture. “You’d think with how we’re aiming today that half of us are blind…” He’d joke half-heartedly knowing that this wasn’t so much a critique on their own forces but rather the fact that their enemies had come too well prepared. That was the story he was sticking to at least.

10 + 30 = 40
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149 / 850
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95 HP

MAX HP

95 EN

MAX EN

As the battle had begun; the team had managed to bash their way about the castle; now arriving in the east wing. This is where he and @Amane Hirota had split up. Taking the lead as some sort of general. As such he felt the need to put up or shut up. So his goal was to make sure as many of his men came back alive as possible. He'd already lost @Xavier Weissman to this war, he wasn't ready to lose another. A faint grin would pass as he began to holler, "ALL ABOARD!" he'd shout as he'd hoped to gain some attention, his body charging forth as he bashed his shield into the enemies. Utilizing real world skills of his college days playing football; he'd shout "CHOOOOOO CHOOOOO!" having a bit of fun and possibly aggravating or confusing the enemy as his loud and powerful body would try to smash about the guards.

Now, this alongside his proficiency with the shield and sword was used in hopes to split the units before him. Placing himself a few feet into the fray he'd grin getting hit here and there with arrows; denting his armor as his shield deflected one sword. With quarters so close he'd swing one way to slam his hilt into another's head. Eyes widening at the thought of a skill he'd acquired, one from the days of old. "SPIN TO WIN!" He'd say as he pulled his shield in at an angle and his blade lower before rapidly spinning in place knocking folks back as best he could. As well as hitting and pissing off those around him. Becoming the central focus point of the area; causing many backs to turn thus opening up clear and easy kill shots. If not helping finish a few who were already hit.

Yet this fool hearty display was also a clever tactic. As most of the archers now had to be more mindful of their shots as bodies were knocking back against the arrow slits. Lips parting he'd shout, "FOR DEMACIA!" before slicing upwards at the closest person then coming down hard. The folks spread back some as there seemed to be some shift; a few men knocked out, some dead others trapped beneath bodies and getting trampled on. "Alright, ladies let's move on out. I'll keep aggro you slay them." he'd nod moving down the path.

15 + 40 = 55/2 (28)
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177 / 850
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95 HP

MAX HP

95 EN

MAX EN

Lucia sighed heavily seeing the things playing out in the tight corridor. It seemed to have an effect on those in combat, things seemed to be tougher at least. Lucia stood along in the back, trying to remain as safe as possible from the dangerous of the front as she considered how best to help the situation. "I guess there's nothing to do but just hope for the best." She sighed a little making hand gestures repeatedly, the sweeps of her fingers carving a small glyph into the air. One that was simultaneously being carved into her allies weapons line by line as she began building the spell. When the glyph reached completion it might look like a strange doodle of a skull despite how meticulous she'd been about casting it. The glyph taking on a dull lavender colored glow, wisps of black fog would rise from people's weapons, not enough to obscure vision or bother anyone. Instead it was proof that Lucia's blessing 'Melting Blows' worked giving people's attacks acid damage. "Hopefully this helps everyone out..." She murmured hoping everyone would be able to put in more effort with some support.

40 + 20 = 60
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237 / 850
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90 HP

MAX HP

85 EN

MAX EN

The battle within the castle’s walls raged and grew as each side came together in a torrent of violence and blood. The Admiral was vaguely aware of Aeiou on her shoulders, working some sort of magic or, perhaps, just biding his time by doing the Macarena dance. Whatever he was up to on top of her shoulders, she gave a mental thumbs up of the “you do you” variety, and focused her attention on keeping her balance and bashing in skulls. A few knicks upon her unarmored sections caused hot blood to run down her arms and side, but they were all superficial things that were easily shrugged off. Particularly in the fervor of battle! They had been glancing blows, lucky accidents, as swords had slid off of her armored sections and grazed her body with a sharp and metallic kiss.

She returned the favor in kind and with gusto, but unlike those that formed a shield wall in the corridor and tried to stop the invading siege force, she did not wield spears and knives. She, like any sane and practical person, favored clubbing things to death with brutal force and reckless abandon. There was no need for accuracy when your entire weapon depended only on one single and time honored stratagem: hit them, hard. So long as her weapons made contact, shields could be knocked aside and heads could be flung back from shoulders as she rapidly whack a mole’d every enemy head that lay in front of her. Steel could be heard from behind, working his way up through their own ranks to join her and Aeiou on the front line of combat.

“Going to make them taste Steel?” she asked the man, grinning at her own silly joke as she connected hammer and club on either side of a man’s head, causing it to rupture and send a spray of blood all over her, the Littliest Jockey on her back, the ceiling, the walls…

“Holy FUCK!” she shrieked in surprised, looking about at all the gore. “That was fucking Gallagher if that was anything!”

55 + 40 = 95
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332 / 850
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80 HP

MAX HP

85 EN

MAX EN

Gwyn laughed aloud at the various shouts and conversations happening over the clash of metal, magic, and the like. When Jack called out she snorted sharply and rolled her eyes. So she'd bounced a shot and everyone wasn't quite on top of things. She'd just have to show it up a little and hopefully get the tides turning quicker in their favor. She kept behind the back of her guild leader as he charged into the fight with a fury of his own and followed in his shadow as she charged up an arrow held tight against the string of her longbow.

The Admiral moved up and exchanged words with the man and she grinned wildly as she lined up an idea as sure as her shot. The ranger suddenly dashed forward and kicked off the ground. One foot landed on the back of Steel's hip and she used the footing to push herself up high above the man's shoulder. Gwyn was, for a moment, as high as Aeiou and she smiled at the other before firing. She released the shaft of the arrow and a Scatter Shot shattered apart and peppered those in front of the two tanks. "Pardon me for the kill steel, gents." She landed between the two and rolled to a crouch, pulling another of her arrows for the next round.

82 + 15 = 97
(Roll) Keep Invasion - East Wing (Red)

[ 429 / 850 ]
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83 HP

MAX HP

75 EN

MAX EN

Sera grimaced as she made her way through the corridors. Magic in spaces like this wasn't going to work well. With a flourish, she conjured a crossbow above her head to stand sentry as best as possible. With the extra height, it would be able to fire into any enemies they encountered without having to worry about hitting someone in front of her. She sighed as she tried to work her way to be near @Aaron Steele.

"Hey there, stranger. You look like a solid tank, mind protecting a squishy mage like myself?" She asked with a bit of a smile, before her crossbow shot at a soldier who was charging toward him. "Kind of a 'you watch my back, I watch yours' type of deal, really," she explained. "I can't really do magic in these hallways, so I'm limited to my conjuring. Luckily, that stems from my magic, so I have a decent bit of control over it, it just takes a lot of attention, and I can only have one weapon at a time."

She winced as an arrow hit her. "Damn, I hope we get to an area where I can use magic more reliable soon," she muttered.

22 + 20 = 42
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271 / 850​

 

75 HP

MAX HP

85 EN

MAX EN

It seemed as though everything were rapidly improving as the melee fighters began to push back the enemy formation and gain ground, little by little, body by body. The mage-thief pondered on how exactly he could make himself useful... His power was meant for distance and time, not tight corridors. But magic was only one of the things that he could do, now wasn't it? Watching his comrades, he waited for an opening in their movements, in their formations, gauging carefully the moment his chance would come. There it was- the woman with the child on her shoulders, and the paladin shouting obnoxiously, somehow, over the sounds of the battle, parted just enough. Running forwards, he dropped to the ground and slide across the polished stone floor which was slick with blood, between the Admiral and Steel, under the legs of enemy soldiers, chanting all the while. His rogue skills carried him down the hall several yards into the midst of the enemy forces who, surprised, looked down long enough to see him smile.

And then his spell went off, and a cannon of energy erupted from his hands, blowing the legs out from under a line of soldiers and propelling him back the way he had come like a mage torpedo. A section of the soldiers collapsed while he emerged, more or less undamaged, back behind the shield wall of his own side. He blinked as he looked upwards, the face of Jack visible.
"I like the suit you made me," he announced dryly, as though this were a perfectly normal place to discuss such things. Sadly, the suit was now soaked in blood... But hopefully it didn't show in dark robes.

And then there was an explosion.

88 + 15 = 103
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574 / 1050
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87 HP

MAX HP

75 EN

MAX EN

"Damn, you look like you could use a few patch ups - both heals and garbs. I'll be expecting you at the shop when the dust settles." Pausing a moment to return some friendly banter to a repeat customer, he'd duck to avoid a blast of magic fired from the enemy lines.

Having taken a bit of inspiration from the berserkers on the frontline, Jack flipped curiously through his spell page while under fire. Stopping upon a part one particularly strange entry he had yet to inspect, a devious grin crossed his face as he’d call out cheerily to the others.

“Get ready to blow all major cooldowns! Pushing in THREE-TWO-ONE! GO.”

Offering little other explanation, he’d hesitate on beginning the incantation before quickly abandoning the thought. Considering how unfamiliar he was with the spell and the length of the word sequence, he’d instead opt to angrily mash upon the button. Upon doing so, the man’s figure would begin to radiate brilliantly as if the sun itself.

Endless rays of blinding light beamed from the dark haired support’s figure, engulfing his allies with invigorating warmth that pumped a seemingly incredulous wave of adrenaline into their systems. Driven into a zealous fury, both speed and attack power would multiply. Their weapons would also ignite ferociously with holy fire, scorching those in their wake. As for the name of this ungodly spell?

"Radiance of the Dawn"​

(100 + 30)*2 = 260
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834 / 1050​

 

75 HP

MAX HP

90 EN

MAX EN

Eyes shifting to the ever so common red glow would reveal Aaron was pissed off, not just the usual but genuinely angry. His emotions taking over he'd thrash about trying to swim, but ultimately failing; gathering a deep breath as he sank to the bottom. Eyes shifting to see those who could float to last a bit longer before the room flooded; not all had escaped it seemed as he moved slowly but walked towards the doorway. His anger building with the lack of mobility and the enemy kicking about. His blade slashing at the abdominal area of the enemies swimming to stay alive. However, they were not his focus, it was the door before them that was sealed.

Utilizing every bit of strength in him he'd batter away at the door, again and again, his oxygen supply lowering. If it wasn't quick he'd start to drown. His health meter slowly dropping with each action. Eyes shifting about he'd tap at the foot of @Sera Phim who seemed to be nearby. Pointing at the door he'd continue hammering away; almost as if to suggest destroying it to empty the water from the room. Seeing as all the arrow slits were sealed and the path which they came from was no longer accessible Yet the fire in his eyes was clear despite the oxygen burning up. He was going to make that mage pay dearly.

Yet, hopeful as he continued to try and break the door down it would appear some of the enemies fine with death made their way over to try and stop him; turning he'd be forced to stop his efforts; although having made some good leads to fight back and help protect those who now might be trying to destroy the door, if not hopefully erect barriers so that he may breath. Exhaustion was setting in; as mobility wasn't easy and the armor itself made movements slower under water; now taking a more defensive stance to conserve energy. Yet still burdened by his rage; the heavy armor not helping any.

97 + 0= 97/2 [49]
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883 / 1050
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