90 HP

MAX HP

90 EN

MAX EN

After what seemed to be a lifetime they had finally made it inside the keep. To Roland's surprise the stairway had been collapsed preventing the easy path of walking straight up it. Astor's message indicated that they were to split into two forces and take both wings at the same time. Roland wanted to disagree with the idea of splitting up, but from what he remembered the wings were rather cramped, and it wouldn't be able to handle the size of their army anyway. That left only the choice of which path to take, East or West, and upon hearing the unseen general of the last assault was assigned to the East Wing, Roland decided to take the West, heading there before anyone else could.

Roland flew into the room, brandishing his two cutlasses immediately slamming into a cluster of waiting soldiers. His blades streaked forward in rapid succession only to be met by shields, armor, and assorted weaponry. In such small confines, all the could do is focus on attacking, relentlessly to keep his opponents off balance. If he hesitated for even a second, the counter attack would likely kill him, he had to buy time to allow his allies to file into the room behind him. Astor's hope of men surrendering seemed to be rather dashed at least for now, as they fought to a man. "I'll hold them off!" Roland said as a few blades ricocheted off his leather harness, "Mow them down!"

(81 + 40)/2 = 60
(Roll) Keep Invasion - West Wing

60/850​

 

88 HP

MAX HP

95 EN

MAX EN

Things were getting pretty crazy in the wings. As soon as the middle stairs had collapsed, Nalani rushed over to the west wing, following most of her guildmates and their leader, her Lynx following in tow as the creature tried not to get trampled by the others running people. She almost tripped maybe once or twice, but it was hard to get around with people pushing and shoving- And it wasn't that much better once they arrived.

Arrows were flying around everywhere and the air was filled with sounds of clashing metal. Nalani found herself incapable to focus on her singing to heal any of her comrades as she herself got an arrow right to the knee. It stung a bit as she yanked the arrow out, but she only had a minute to focus on that before a soldier came rushing at her aiming to attack.

Holding up her sword to block him, she dodged and met him with a jab to the side after turning to dodge, although she happened to miss, not quite up to her game. The soldier just was able to nick her arm, but she managed to move in time so he didn't do any permanent damage, leaving it to Asti who pounced in for the final kill. She needed to focus more, or she might die here, and she couldn't focus on helping if she was dead.

So, ignoring the stinging feeling from her arm, she turned back towards the fighting, pushing onwards as she followed @Roland Rutledge's shouts to mow them down.

9 + 30(One-Handed) = 39
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99/850​

 

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86 HP

MAX HP

90 EN

MAX EN

Merkaba was becoming overconfident as was usual for the Dark Lady. Any attempts to dissuade her would fall on deaf ears however. The Yladian forces had broken into the keep and now there would be a great deal of close range combat in small corridors. How quaint. The witch could bring this entire place to it's knees with a single ritual if she chose. However none of the ritual preparations were being made here. Complete idiocy. She could not work with fools running around and breaking the many specific energies that would be needed to be controlled for best magic. Yet again she had to drop herself to their level and use her scythe to rend the flesh of the masses.... that worked too.

The Dark Descender would follow along behind the group keeping her weapon handy. Unlike the outside, she could not use her wide sweeping attacks effectively here without being the only frontal fighter. So since she had no desire to act as a tank for these clods she would focus on just enjoying the effects of her curses on the weak minded. Chanting she would focus her power on the hall before her.

"Qui tenebras consumit omnia. Et devorat inimicos putrescere labe et
saeclu! Sint doloribus suis coronam foedam corporum; Malfic spirate secundi!"

Black fog engulfed the enemy and their bodies and armor would begin to rust and tear. Some grew sick and coughed while others began to hit each other in a daze. Merkaba would watch with no expression but her eyes said enough as they gloated merrily.

36 + 20 = 56
Link to Roll
155 / 850
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90 HP

MAX HP

90 EN

MAX EN

Astor was up and ready to go when they broke into the central area, he did not dawdle in the central room however, and immediately beckoned a small group to follow him and storm the west wing. Since he wasn’t a tank, he let @Roland Rutledge spearhead the expedition. As they storm into the tight corridor and encounter resistance, Astor saw @Nalani Rosa , one of his guild members taking an attack from an enemy. In response, Astor hurled a fiery spear at him, however, it missed and killed another guy due to the fact that the girl’s animal companion got to him first.

Knowing that he can’t fully exercise his fire magic here, Astor drew a deep breath into his lungs before he charged a group of enemy, reciting yet another new spell he had developed.

“Agarth del vinda oragna cyorg…” afterwards, lava began erupting beneath their feet, gluing them to the floor and putting them in immense pain as the rest of the Elven soldiers who followed him started finishing them off.

To ensure a strong invasion, Astor hurled another Phoenix bomb at one of the doors as well, bursting it open so they can make some progress on clearing out the defenders who have holed themselves in the rooms, expecting to hold out against the assault.

“Not on my watch…” Astor growled angrily as he prepped another spell before unleashing it on the targets of Merkaba’s curse.

When Astor pasted the gaudy looking woman, he did a double take before he approached her for an aside. “You do realize that this is a siege and not a fucking ballroom right? Take off that damn dress immediately! It’s so damn gaudy and ‘loud’ that it’s distracting the rest of our group,” Astor griped at the woman. Although he realized that they were in the middle of intense fighting, he felt the need to speak up before his arteries burst from having to look at @Merkaba.

99 + 20 = 119
(Roll) Keep Invasion - West Wing (Blue)

274 / 850
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90 HP

MAX HP

85 EN

MAX EN

As the central room was blocked, @Astor Balthas decided to lead the assault on the west side and as Astor went there, Ilusa naturally followed. In a way, there was associated safety when around him. In a way, there was associated ‘someone to heal’ when around him.

Only the place they ended up turned to be really packed. Tight. A good place for enemies arrows and possible spellfire to fall on them. And the tightness also made it hard to focus on her usual actions; namely healing.

From the corner of an eye, she saw the shadowing duo, even as she moved through the tightly packed with people space to get closer to Astor.

There was a tank @Roland Rutledge who held the wave of enemies at bay (and wasn’t he the person who made the rolling the siege tower so much harder?), followed by others who flung spells and weapons. There was even the source of the darkness she had seen before and for a moment, she carefully looked at the person who used it. It was a thin looking woman who did dress the part of a Dark Lady @Merkaba . Her actions also sowed panic in the enemies; the NPC’s did not have a good reaction to maleficent and dark magic users.

Yet, it seemed that right here and right now, she could only help people with small buffs.. Or using actual offensive magic.

“This, is not good place for me.” She groused to no one in particular before actually deciding to use one of her offensive spells; wide area attack, cast deep in the ranks of enemies.

“Hmm.. What was it…” Clicking the icon, her body made the movements and words by itself. Her hands were cradling light. It turned brighter and she threw her hands up, the bell of light flew over the heads of everyone and fell onto the enemy ranks, detonating, small balls of light piercing the people around.

It probably did not kill anyone, but it surely weakened them enough for the others to finish them off. Her face was set in a pout.

Then Astor walked up to the Dark Lady and sort of chewed her out. She did not get the reason he was doing it. After all, the woman being an obvious Dark Lady only made the enemy combatants more panicked… If it also made their side NPC combatants leery of her.

“Astor, did you make those fire Phoenixes?” Thus she went over, to pull his attention away from the woman and to pull at his elbow.

93 + 10 = 103
(Roll) Keep Invasion - West Wing (Blue)

[377/850]​

 

85 HP

MAX HP

85 EN

MAX EN

Roland grimaced as yet another wave of attacks came his way, deftly he swung his blades in wide arcs deflecting them, but still a few zipped home landing glancing blows on his thighs and shoulders. At this point, it was only his raw talent with swords that was keeping him afloat, barely being able to hold off the small collection of men in front of him. Luckily soon after he had engaged the enemy, he heard footsteps behind him. @Nalani Rosa was first to join besides him, which gave him a wave of relief despite the arrows now being shot in their direction.

Moving sideways, Roland attempted to give the girl as much room as she needed to operate her sword, he'd focused and rebuffed the enemies attacks hoping to make openings in their defenses. That said they were not alone as behind them, Roland could hear Merkaba's dark chanting as well as Astor sharp tongue berating her over some nonsense. Her curse combined with his salvo laid waste to a great number of soldiers before it was followed up by a light ball spell dizzying the remainder. Roland wasn't sure the caster of the ball of light, but he was happy they were here.

With renewed effort, Roland tried to move forward through the path they had opened only to be stopped short by a barrage of arrows once again from the walls. There was little the swordsman could do but try and shield himself from the onslaught, "The walls!" he called out, "Smoke them out, or something!" He didn't have time to see if his call was heard, however, as a new fresh set of soldiers poured forward in his direction. "Damnit.."

(8 + 40)/2 = 24
(Roll) Keep Invasion - West Wing (Blue)
401 / 850
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81 HP

MAX HP

85 EN

MAX EN

So much tribute there was this day. It made everything she had to deal with here worth it. Not to mention her prize after the war is concluded. She was not one to gamble but this was her chance. If all went according to plan. She would be able to meet the demonic forces and then... well then she could begin to shed this false cooperation she had with these people. The true task to rebuild the world for darkness could begin and she would rise through the demonic ranks until she sat beside the dark gods themselves.... and then....

“You do realize that this is a siege and not a fucking ballroom right? Take off that damn dress immediately! It’s so damn gaudy and ‘loud’ that it’s distracting the rest of our group,”

A man's voice broke her fantasies of grandeur. Her eyes shifted as she gestured towards a group of soldiers and fired several of her homing Abyssal Spears at them. They fell into a heap with holes in their guts and purple slime where the blood would have been.

"Well now... aren't we the gentleman? Astor of YULAN I take it? You represent the mentality of your guild well. I do not bare flesh at your command dragon boy."

Astor was quickly pulled away by another before the 'chat' could turn into a full on detour from the current enemies here. Good. Merkaba would chant her Longinus Storm spell again to clear some room so this could hurry up. She wanted to get on with this before the idiocy of her company rubbed off on her.

"Pungendo tenebris carnis indignus figunt et agnum desperationis supplicio aeternum... quiescet Tempestatem Longinus!"

45 + 20 = 65
Link to Roll
466 / 850​

 

75 HP

MAX HP

85 EN

MAX EN

Rook's cards whirled around them, settling into a full deck before fluttering back out and away. The coiling serpent of tarot cards were certainly no shield, but they were quick to answer the call to cast with the liveliness of the fight. More and more eyes had turned to the caster as the battle progressed and other mages gathered in the central room so that they could buff and heal those who retreated from the wings. The Many of the patrons fought with each other or negotiated who could offer what and when and which of said offered spells got used. When the defenders began to retreat, Geomancy's patron slammed into their mind and demanded they move. Rook tilted their head and danced backwards a few steps as the entity threatened to make them move. Suddenly the floor was simply gone.

The explosion had rocked the central hall and the melee and tank defenders closer to the fight fell a long way down with the rubble. They had initially collapsed the stairs and left the hall itself to tease them in and trap them until they could snatch the metaphorical rug and literal floor out from under them.

With a hiss toward the massive hole and a thankful coo toward the King in Hewn Stone, they retreated from the dangerous edge and down the western hall. The entity looming above them in spirit echoed the sounds of the rock giving way and offered a spell in opposition. As golden eyes narrowed on the enemies within the wing, the cards drew only one. Geomancy's planar entity needed no more than that.

King of Pentacles.
Control.​

Beneath the feet of one of the soldiers that had set to menacing one of the other invaders, a pillar of stone pulled itself from the floor and crushed them to the ceiling with a crack of bone. The man still appeared to be alive, but he was going no where and certainly wouldn't last long. A pity they didn't care to show mercy for. Rook had better things to do.

29 + 10 = 39
(Roll) Keep Invasion - West Wing (Blue)

[ 505 / 1050 ]​

 

85 HP

MAX HP

90 EN

MAX EN

He struggled to move about the battlefield, what with all the insanity ensuing from weapon attacks and spell slinging. That and his mass was not the best thing to have in narrow corridors. Alonso would have to manage somehow. His fist crashed into the skull of a defending unit, terminating the poor sap from combat. One less moron he needed to deal with today. The enormous cat man crouched as he charged through a few soldiers attempting to block his attempt at entering the West Wing.

Things did not go well for them, the small troop sent flying and knocked out on the ground.

"Damnit. Too way too long," he said. Rushing past the others in the West Wing invasion, his arm collided with another defender, clad in heavy armor, putting the guy into a brutal clothesline. The Felis began to pant, tensing his body as swords struck at his hulking mass. Not enough to deal significant damage, but too many strikes from these guys and he would be in trouble.

12 + 30 = 42

547 / 1050
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95 HP

MAX HP

95 EN

MAX EN

As the male seemed to enjoy roleplaying he'd felt no stronger urge than to help his elven brother. Having vowed to aid them in the assault on the castle, yet being a ranged fighter he and his dire wolf pup fought from the backside of the combat zone. Having promised some Elven NPC he'd join the war just for her he was already motivated yet upon seeing the excellent skill and effort of Astor he'd contemplated joining [YULAN]. Yet for now, he'd remain a shadow in the back of the combat zone firing off arrows with such precision at targets already injured targets either finishing them off or dropping their health to a one hit zone.

All the while his Dire wolf would assault and take down any who made it towards the back in hopes of dropping him. Swift arrows to the knees and jugular were made in any event while his wolf would finish them off. His goal was to help aid the others, injuring, immobilizing or killing those who were after his assigned team. Lips remaining silent the male was a shadow; moving about. Never quite staying in one location long making it harder for those who couldn't see past the chaos to spot him. A clever and amazing tactic he'd roll with in hopes of gaining the upper hand in this scenario, or at least this is what he thought.

It was then during his shot, an arrow had nicked past his cheek; a rival archer. This made him grin. Finally, the green arrow would have his fun. Eyes watching the arrows shot from afar as he'd do his best to shoot them out the sky; his way of targeting the other and letting him know he wasn't good enough; almost as if to taunt and bring him out. He was informing the plebian that two could play this game.

As such, It wouldn't be long before it did his arrow true flying forth splitting on past the other as it nailed his target in the skull; taking out an eye. Not a kill shot but a career ender for the male. The arrow coming at him, however, seemed to bite in half by his trusty wolf. "Thank you girl, you've saved my life" he'd say patting her head as they moved forward with their group. The wolf laying hard into those who dared ventured close.

83 + 15 = 98
Link to Roll
645 / 1050
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95 HP

MAX HP

95 EN

MAX EN

Daren hadn't been too far from the western corridor when he had felt the explosion as well as noticed the cave-in in the central hall. Well, that was quite interesting, he would have to remember something like this for a later period. Maybe he could use it as a base for his next target. After all, the best actions were ones taken from someone else. He felt so enthralled by whoever had caused this chaos. He knew that one day he would find who started this fight, and he would kiss them.

A slight tilt of his lip and then a chuckle before an outright maniacal laughter was let loose into the hall as he came in from the central corridor to the western one. He smelled like ash and practically oozed bloodlust now. Looking at the soldiers that were fighting, Daren laughed more before walking toward them, but then he came to a stop about thirty feet from the fray of man on man, sword on sword. Slowly his laughter calmed down as his gazed toward two of the others that had come from Central. A small chuckle and then he began placing his finger tips against each other. But he felt a very odd sensation that was pulling on his mana. Growling to himself he spoke as he approached the group of men.

"Oh, so you guys want to disable mages huh? Well, good thing I like a good brawl here and there." Daren chuckled as he grabbed the nearest opposing soldier and then with a quick movement, he had snapped the person's neck. Looking backward he saw a cute female and then laughed. "Well ain't you a cute one." With the words remarked Daren winked at the girl before jumping out of the way of a spear.

56 + 0 = 56
Link to Roll
701 / 1050

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83 HP

MAX HP

90 EN

MAX EN

Fighting at the front lines with @Roland Rutledge, Nalani didn't speak as both her and her Lynx fought the oncoming waves of the army, hacking and slashing away at npc flesh so they could get through to victory. She worked with the tank, but only until the arrows started coming out of the walls once more- Someone had to take the soldiers out hiding in that room, and that someone might have to be her, "I'll be right back." she assured the tank before darting away.

But before she could duck into one of the doors that had been blasted open by @Astor Balthas, she got distracted by the man in question yelling at nobody other than @Merkaba. She rolled her eyes at the scene, but not at the yelling- Just more at the girl. She understood where Astor was coming from, the dark mage was too much, but there was nothing to do but ignore it and push forward.

"Someone wanna help me with these guys in the room? Yah, thanks~" she said with fake cheerfulness, sounding a little irritated as she dodged towards the entrance, peaking around the side as Asti did the same. Then, the two ran in, taking cover behind whatever they could take cover with before lashing out at their victims to do some damage. If they were going to get through this, they needed to work as a team, no matter how much they disagreed with each other. And that meant everyone.

44 + 30(One-Handed) = 74
x
775/1050​

 

55 HP

MAX HP

90 EN

MAX EN

Things were going well for the central room and little by little the Yiladian-Guild Forces were pushing forward. The defenders’ common units were quickly decimated by the combined efforts of both vanguard and damage dealers. As the alliance progressed however, they entered a wall formation and the smell of explosives wafted the air. Realizing they were right above some enemy trap Ju retreated as soon as possible.

“GET BACK, NOW!” She shouted, before the explosion occurred and destroyed a large portion of the central room. Large amounts of dust, rubble, and many corpses were the aftermath of the explosion. Thankfully, Ju clinged to a tiny piece of the previous platform that would eventually lead to the west wing.

The pink haired fighter pulled herself up with grunts and made her way to the west troops with utmost care; falling here was not an option. When arriving at the wing, Ju could make out some familiar faces, though some she had never met before. Much to her dismay, Ju wasn’t able to do much because as soon as she arrived some sort of gas lingered in the air burning her skin. Due to her lack of proper armor and being almost blown up to pieces by explosives, she didn’t have enough time to catch her breath and the poison forced her to her knees in a coughing fit.

(43 + 0) / 2 = 21
(Roll) Keep Invasion - West Wing (Blue)
796 / 1050
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