70 HP

MAX HP

85 EN

MAX EN

There was visible progress going on. The enemy troops were thinning out and the front could go forward more. Ilusa let out a breath of relief only for it to stay stuck in her throat at the next sequence of action and message from Astor.

The sound, the actions, all of it became crystal clear in her mind, for the numbing horror such realisation brought her.

Gas.

Those bastards used gas. Gas that spread over the area immediately. Gas that was locked inside the corridor they were, as the mages collapsed the entrances. That gas was digging into their health.

It stung all of her skin. Face. Arms. Hands. Legs. Torso. Tail. Ears.

A familiar, hateful burn. She could see red rash appearing on her skin, and knew it would proceed to eat through her skin, then go for muscles.

It was slow. It was painful and her eyes turned glassy from the pain, barely holding the breath. It was only thanks to her experience that she did hold it back.

A slow, painful death waiting for everyone.

‘Like hell!’ Furiously, she brought up the message menu, clicking on the riading chat and posting there for the first time.

Ilusa Nakhalee

TO ALL SUPPORTS!
Focus on creating barrier first!
Heal later.
Else we all will die from the gas.

Making, creating a barrier was a top priority. Without it, without a place to breathe, for their skin to not be eaten away by the gas, they would die, even if they cast all the healing spells they had.

Thus she focused on creating a bubble. A barrier. An area of light. There was a spell for that. She knew it by heart, and so she chanted it. On single breath, putting everything on it.

(75 +0) / 2 = 37
(Roll) Keep Invasion - West Wing (Blue)

[833/1050]​

 

60 HP

MAX HP

90 EN

MAX EN

A while back before any of this gassy business had started. Astor shouted after Merkaba as Ilusa distracted him and Merkaba ‘ran’ away with lacy between her legs after she replied, “A proper lady or gentleman doesn’t just roast and walk away.”

While he realized she wasn’t the one running away, it doesn’t matter, that fashion statement offended him and he needed to be the one to say something about it. Everyone spoils Merkaba by acting like she’s some vile and horrific evildoer, but he saw her game, she was no more a rebellious teenage delinquent to him than any other like her that he had had to pull over when he was still working as a traffic cop.

“Want me to drive you back to your parents, huh, little girl? Maybe stop by the department store for some extra heavy eyeliner?” Astor taunted her, because he wanted to have the last say.

After the gas attack and his announcement, Astor trying to pursue some of the enemies running away and hiding inside the room, but he and the people following him couldn’t reach them in time before the poison gas clung onto their skin and began to dissolve the flesh.

“MMMFF!!!” Astor grunted as his entire body began to burn, his eyes, nose, ears, mouth started watering from the poison. All he could do was quickly search for Ilusa and lead people toward her, considering if anything, she would be able to help them get out of this gassy situation.

Once he was next to her, he looked at her with concern behind his watering eyes before he diverted his attention and began to tap furiously away at his keypad, sending out an announcement to his group.

*Astor Balthas

Ilusa has started casting the barrier, go, go, go, we need two more support.
For everyone else, get in the freaking barrier now!

@Ilusa Nakhalee @Merkaba

9 + 0 = 9
(Roll) Keep Invasion - West Wing (Blue)

842 / 1050
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61 HP

MAX HP

80 EN

MAX EN

The battle continued. The wonderful reaping was quite enthralling indeed. Some man she didn't know from adam, called out to her. Whatever... his comment was not something she was accustomed to hearing. She simply gave him a glare and moved along with her business. Why was this battle bringing up her choice of wardrobe and looks so much? It was getting tiring and ridiculous... the Dark Lady only-

"GAS!!!!!"

What? Merkaba felt something strange feeling the room. It was barely visible to the naked eye but the witch was a scientist and she had a eye and nose for when something foreign was in the air. The effects it was having and the report from Astor the Dragon Boy brought what it likely was to her attention. A black magic miasma spell? So Falderen had dark magic as well... that was a surprise. The magic would likely rot and decay everything in this hall. With the trapping of these fools within it's embrace. Well the witch had other plans. This plague, this horrific essence... it was like a placing from the dark gods. Even if used by a enemy. Merkaba too pleasure in bathing in it. This would be a pleasure to indulge while moving along just fast enough to get her out when her body could not take anymore. Rarely did she get the chance to experience it....

She would indulge and become intoxicated for a time.

Merkaba would roam around talking in a strange deformed Latin during this entire ordeal. Her body convulsing at regular intervals.

7 + 0 = 7
Link to Roll
849 / 1050​

 

75 HP

MAX HP

90 EN

MAX EN

As the events began to unfold his arrows hailing down upon the enemy and his dire wolf ripping out jugulars as they fought it woudn't be long before he noted the message appear; a message sent to him from Astor. Eyes widening he'd shout, "HOLD YOUR BREATHS!" the otherwise quiet elf took in a brief moment of the gas to try and help others who were too concerned with combat to do such a thing; yet as he saw his wolf unable to undo the process and unlike the pets most carried they were unable to be removed. As such he felt a bit saddened for bringing it along now.

His arrows now aimed true would fire off at the enemy whom failed to escape, Each shooting in a knee or at their chest; hoping to pierce their lungs and make them suffer just as much as his poor wolf. As they made their way running down the path he'd exhale heavily gasping in a breath; having little choice he'd do his best to try and aid; providing further protection to his allies. His arrows flying from his bow as he took a knee pausing his movement breifly to aim better. His wolf still protecting him as best it could. An incoming arrow fired at the castors was soon reflected by the swift and well placed shots made by himself.

Had either @Ilusa Nakhalee or @Merkaba had noticed was not important. A faint smile passe his lips as the silent elf would run once more forth trying to shoot at and drop nearby enemie providing suport for the supporters protecting them dealing as much damage as he possibly could. A Soft howl expelled his combat partner as it growled and took down an incoming attacker towards the mages; aggressively ripping at their neck as blood splattered everywhere before it ran forth behind the elf; who most likely had gon unnoticed up until these recent events. which to be quite fair to him was how he prefered to work; alone and unseen. Like a shadow in the night. Yet as the time progressed the eating at his flesh from the poisons would make him cringe some delaying some of his shots; thus causing a few actions to go unchecked as he took a knee trying to regain composure, eyes shifting to the incoming attacker. He'd raise his bow to avoid damage.

53 + 0 = 53​

Link to Roll
902 / 1050​

 

79 HP

MAX HP

90 EN

MAX EN

She'd made a beeline straight towards the west wing the minute the earth barrier rose up in the central room; as luck would have it, she had been fighting right in the center, before a particularly heavy barrage of attacks had forced her back against the wall, probably saving her life as the barricade rose. Now in the west wing though, she could tell that fighting here was going to be difficult — there was hardly any room to move a melee weapon, let alone aim spells above the tanks' heads.

The chime of an incoming message tore through her focus, and glancing at the corner of her vision, Amane read their new orders with growing fear. Poison? In an enclosed space like this, they were done for. No one could possibly hold their breath long enough for the poision to clear on its own. She sprinted, trying to close the distance between the main force and her.

Reaching it, through the mass of fighting she thought she saw a small felis throw up a bubble of some sort. A barrier to help them breathe? It didn't look like a spell of that magnitude could be maintained by a single person though, so Amane immediately clasped her hands together, adding an incantation of her own, white light weaving a barrier along with that of the other support. The slow DOT of the poison triggered one of the more offensive buffs that she had cast on her person, launching a splash of Illumancy against the collasped rubble, and she wondered if it were possible to clear the way through.

97 / 2 = 49
Link to Roll
966 / 1050
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45 HP

MAX HP

85 EN

MAX EN

Rook was ready for much in the carefree, easy to accept the coming and goings of the world was that they were, but they were not prepared for the hall to collapse and seal off at the behest of other mages. They were, however, prepared for the gas by said sealing of the entrances and exits to the western wing of the castle. What else were they going to do? Leave them be to beat their way through the door? Still impolite. In the real world it would be downright inhumane, but they didn't think the virtual world cared for the Geneva Conventions or the like. Where would the fun be then?

The mage whined pitifully as the acidic gases coiled from the mage's cast and licked their way down the hall. It bit at their skin and their eyes turned from narrowed in expression to squinted in desperation as they watered from the pain. Their hands struck out as if to hold the plumes of it at bay and answering the panic in the shoved mana through their Astramancy, Illumancy's Golden Thread answered with a consoling whisper they couldn't translate. Instead the cards spoke for it.

Three of Cups. The World.
Community. Liberation.
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A barrier flickered to life and wove itself into the others created by those on their side of the foul spell cast. Like a spider's web it spread with the look of fine threads cast together in rippling, mesmerizing patterns. The details faded away, however, as it merged to help bolster the other shielding spells cast.

( 28 + 10 ) / 2 = 19
(Roll) Keep Invasion - West Wing (Blue)

[ 985 / 1050 ]​

 

70 HP

MAX HP

85 EN

MAX EN

The quiet retreating of the soldiers to new rooms and then the loud alert from the blonde male. As soon as he saw the smoke behind the man and then the movement of clouds. Daren knew what this was without a shadow of a doubt. It was poison gas. Taking a deep breath before it reached him, Daren focused his attention on the barrier, he was about to perform it when he noticed enough people had taken part in it. With the three support mages using barrier it allowed him to focus on the ones around him.

Daren's first objective would be to heal the ones that needed it the most. Currently, that was the male beside him. He seemed far worse than anyone else. Placing his hand on the male, a soft light began to glow onto the male, he was attempting to heal the @Rook Whisker a little bit. At least that was his hope. As long as he kept his breath held it would mean that he was safe. But he could feel the roughness of the poison still in him slightly.

He would have to force himself to barf later, which would suck, but at least he would be rid of the poison inside of his body. His eye though remained on the female that seemed to be enjoying herself just like he was. Chuckling, he made a note to talk to her after this, maybe even flirt a bit. Who knew what would come from this chaos.

HEAL: 5HP

80 + Modifier = 80/2 = 40
Link to Roll

1031/1050​

 

55 HP

MAX HP

80 EN

MAX EN

Ju’s eyes became teary in little to no time as the gas continued to eat away on her skin and burn her lungs. However, remaining in the ground coughing would lead her nowhere. With a lot of struggle, the grappler managed to get up after checking the user interface and seeing blurry letters as messages from the raid party scrolled trying to share information with all players.

Her eyes could not perceive much of the information, but words like “barrier” were somehow readable. Hurt by the explosion from the central room and from the gas eating away at her skin, she tried her best and slumped across the west wing in order to enter within range of the barrier cast by the team of supports.

(68 + 0) / 2 = 34
(Roll) Keep Invasion - West Wing (Blue)
1065 / 1050
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75 HP

MAX HP

80 EN

MAX EN

The enemies before Roland began to retreat, they were gaining ground finally. Roland grinned as he brandished his blades, he deflected a blade coming his way with a flourish. Moving forward he continued to try and be the focus of the enemies attacks as he sweeped the floor before him utilizing his guard skill to counter and disarm the soldiers there. It looked like things were coming to an end when he heard a sudden shout from behind.

He couldn't hear what Astor had said as he was suddenly blanketed by a sea of gas. Coughing and gagging it was all Roland could do to simply move forward covering his mouth with his arm in an attempt to protect himself from the poison. Still it seeped in through his nose and eyes burning them fiercely. Just a little bit further...

76/2 = 38
(Roll) Keep Invasion - West Wing (Blue)
1103 / 1050
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