(Event) Eastwatch | Page 4

• 111 / 176 HP
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-20 HP for Combat

Admittedly, Quinn celebrated their small victory over the flame rams too early and looked like a complete fool as the magical wave washed over him, before encapsulating the wall and causing massive tremor. The green-haired youth then witnessed as a massive boulder smashed into the wall demonstrating how useful it was in protecting the Astorean capital from a full invasion.

"Fuck! Goddammit!" he expressed his frustration in a tone not like his usual self. Quinn was a sore loser and every inch the Falderen invaders gained only pushed him an inch further down the rabbit hole.

Turning toward @Alonso Thorlion he asked, "Hey, Commander, can you like fling me up--???!!!" Quinn was interrupted when a lone infantry charged at Alonso from behind. Without hesitation, he withdrew his bow, nocked and loosed an arrow, striking the man right in the throat before he turned his attention back to the large Felis. "As I was saying, can you fling me up to the wall? It'll take too long to back track from here..."

59 + 15 + 10= 84
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• 111 / 161 HP
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-20 HP for Combat

Part one of the ensuing hell was over with. Alonso knew that celebration was not quite proper yet, as there were still two other issues which he placed low priority. First came the massive spell powered by those mages. Bracing himself, and positioning his body to avoid any sneak attacks while distracted, the wave of energy burst outwards, but it did not cause any noticeable wounds. Soon, he came to the realization that the tremor was not meant to cause any particular harm. No, that typical of a spell would have been easier to recuperate from, and these madmen and women were out for the weak points.

@Quinn 's voice range out in the Felis's ears, causing his body to pivot and face the green haired player. "Fling you up? Wait a minute, what the hell are you," the commander started, before his ally shot off a few arrows towards some oncoming soldiers, "What are you, oh, never mind." This idea of Quinn's was an odd request, but options were limited. Alonso had found a physical strength in this world, one that desired to reach the heights of Conan himself, and silly ideas like these were just one small challenge among the rest. Nodding, he responded, "Looks like there's a place low enough for you to grab on after I throw you."

Once the pair was in position, a rhythm of heavy breathing forced the man's chest up and down. They had one shot at this. Screwing up was not an option. Alonso gave another nod, gripping Quinn's shirt and rearing back for momentum, "GO KICK THEIR SORRY ASSES GOOD! I'll try and get someone to back you up, be careful." His mighty roar echoed across the battlefield, his throw successful to his knowledge. With that done, however, it was about time to rush back inside and help detour the oncoming assault. Falderen's soldiers were close to the inside. There had to be a way to at least stall those who invaded the top wall.

But then it hit him. Just like the impact the soldier felt when Alonso jumped up and slammed both feet into the guy before falling to the ground, recovering with a swift roll.

Rushing back towards the inner wall, the man began to shout orders, "Get yourselves together, ALL OF YOU! Quit fuckin' panicking for no reason and listen. Try and give them as little ways to get further into the wall a possible by corning them in! Any who invaded restricted their options and made it obvious. Just stick together and keep assisting those who need it."

73 + 40 + 15 = 128
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• 120 / 155 HP
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-20 HP for Combat

Kyupin winced as the attack pressed down on them even more. The pressure was unbearable and triggered flashes of the traumatic torture, shaking her to the core. "Not again," she whimpered, almost snapping her string with the force of her tension. Ringed eyes, peering down at her, cold and uncaring. The screaming in her mind overlapped the crumbling of wall and panicked cries of soldiers around her, untrained for this sort of battle.

Her arrows were useless. Kyupin was useless, and she could feel it in every arrow let loose that knocked helplessly off the array of shields.

She readjusted her aim, picking off at the climbing soldiers. It should've been satisfying when one lost his grip as she tore his fingers apart with a well-aimed arrow, but all she could feel was a sick numbness in her gut. They were forcing her hand. If she didn't do this, they would capture innocents and torture them and---

"I'm doing good," she whispered to herself, silently repeating that mantra as she forced another Falderen soldier off their tower. "I'm doing good." If she said it enough, maybe she'd actually believe it.

42 + 35 + 10 = 87
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• 142 / 187 HP
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The wall segment in the left of her crumbles instantly into piles of rocks thanks to whatever the massive spell was. The boulder shook everything up the wall, including the ballista which is unusable by now. "Great" she watched as the siege tower came close, letting out Falderen ring-eyed footsoldiers in such a rush that rivaled K-pop fans pushing through the security. Oh well, at least she get to use her shield now.

Abandoning the wrecked ballista, Corvella picked up her shield and sword. With some Astorean troops and players still up the wall, she would need to fight to ensure the enemy forces do not get inside. Commander Alonso gave order to hold them in place, so with every inch of her strength that's left she would stand her ground. Gripping her shield in her left hand tightly, she looked at the rest of the soldiers standing behind her, giving them the resolve they needed to conquer over the ring-eyed soldiers.

"Behind me! Charge!" she and the others closed the distance, trying to give the enemy soldiers less room as possible. Corvella rushed to the foremost line, charging through the enemy in hoping to break their formation. As a result, she got stabbed left and right inside the enemy formation, but her armor took most of the damage. It gave her the opportunity to push some of them down the fall, plummeting to their death. She quickly backed down, joining other the wall soldiers. She have people to shield, after all.

Her right hand won't stop shaking until now. Looks like she won't be using that sword for time being.

22 + 40 + 15 = 77
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• 90 / 130 HP
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-20 HP for Combat

Taking a moment to revel in success seemed deserved and ended up a reckless decision. The wave passed over wide-eyed Comet who tightened the grip on her bow in suspicion until veins that matched the hue of her iris' etched themselves into the paleness of her skin. Her heart seemed to jump from her throat upon the tremors - far worse than her own jitters - resulted in falling from a high position on the wall. Dizziness and the rise of bile, quickly swallowed down with nothing but the air, caused further distractions from the battle at hand. An whole-body ache settled itself as if at home. In a few moments Comet found herself in a sticky situation combat-wise. Her skill as a close-quarter archer hadn't been improved on much and often proved useless if not fatal to her dignity.

Scrambling to her feet the pink-haired woman decided to find a teammate and assist them from afar while avoiding the danger of enemies with melee weapons that could bludgeon her to a pulp if they so much as chose to. A trap or two set up nearby - hastily and sloppily - would be a means of protection from unsuspecting Falderen invaders as she re-positioned away from the crumbling wall. The words of a Commander who had a voice that shattered everybody else's shouts and cries gave a boost of confidence regarding Comet's choices. She felt like she was doing the right thing, for once. Her sights set upon @Corvella whom she planned to cover from afar with the deadly piercing of arrows when her own ass wasn't being hounded by the enemy.

18 + 15 + 10 = 43
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• 89 / 129 HP
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-20 HP for Combat

With the two of them they were capable of reloading the ballista, after which Mizuki observed as the other Felis took careful aim with the giant machine and managed to get quite a devastating shot on a group of archers. It wasn't fast, and not all shots were going to be as effective, but it was something they could do, and the advantage of the ballista was that if they managed to aim well they could damage parts of the enemy army otherwise too well defended for handheld weaponry or magic to put a real dent in it. Although her fellow Felis would have to be more careful with those bracers of hers.

Being offered the opportunity to shoot Mizuki began to take aim even as she answered Blake's question. "Mizuki is fine. What would you want me to refer to you as?" After all, communication is a two-way street. For now Mizuki was more focused on helping beat back the invasion, but that didn't mean she couldn't at the same time get more familiar with her ally.

The ballista was doing work, but the enemy army wasn't without its dangers either. Mizuki reflexively stepped back and put up her arms in an attempt to block the incoming magic wave, her fur bristling when it passed through her even as it failed to inflict any harm on her. However the shaking wall made it clear that the magic hadn't been without its purpose, as Mizuki did her best to keep her balance, grateful that she had gotten the Rogue mastery. When the giant boulders launched by the catapults began to break the wall, however, Mizuki realized that there were much bigger threats than just a bit of imbalance going on. At first she thought the magic was supposed to cause an earthquake, but it seemed it had affected the wall directly... which was bad news.

While the catapults were wrecking the walls the siege towers also advanced, Mizuki's worries rising when she saw all the soldiers spilling out onto the wall. Motioning for @Blake Elgis to follow she charged towards the nearest siege tower, dashing at high speed on all fours before she was close enough, at which point she began to quickly and relentlessly strike the soldiers, trying to keep their numbers from becoming great enough to overwhelm the defenders on the wall.

8 + 30 + 10 = 48
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• 105 / 125 HP
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-20 HP for Combat

The Tunnel clearing was flunk; The sludge glitch of an abomination had done something to the team and Zelrius wasn't exactly sure what. No one had died, unless you count Kaede's mid combat death. They had been poofed from the Tunnel into a Field outside, and that was actually quite frustrating. Zelrius felt like he had failed Princess D'vangelline, and even worse, he wasn't sure what their plan was now. Though after a few minutes of moping, The golden haired swordsman had the thought of maybe logging out, or even going to hide in the Wildernesses of Brisshal until this all passed.

He began to head towards the mountain, but something kept tugging at his mind. It was the thought that now he was giving up, and if anything would fail the people he knew, it would probably be that. The feelings of which were powerful in his mind, so much so, that instead of heading toward Pormont, Zelrius found himself moving with extreme haste toward Astorea, determined to make a difference.
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Within a few hours the man had reached Dormont, the 'shining capital' of the player Kingdom. Once there, it was clear what was happening, a full on siege, with what seemed to be a Melee mid battle. Furrowing his brow and a smirk spreading, Zelrius ran up behind the Falderen Army, beginning to slash through their backline as much as he could, manuevering after each hit in such a way that he would loop around the enemy, slowly inching toward anyone he could call an ally.

28 + 50 + 15 = 93
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• 59 / 134 HP
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-20 HP for Combat

The flash of light caught the still-celebrating girl entirely by surprise. She flinched as she felt the magic race over her, then, horrified, barrel toward the castle. "Shit shit shit," she muttered, oaths flowing from her lips like an open tap. She began to run now, her head tucked, her arms pumping at her side. What had she learned about good form in track practice, years ago? No, the real world was too far away right now for such trivial things. For the first time since Lena had joined Terra, Pennsylvania, Michigan, her real life, were entirely forgotten. All that remained was the war, the bloodshed, the here-and-now. And seamlessly, she took the final step, giving her entire self over to the game.

But as she ran, she felt herself beginning to flag. "No, damn it, come on," she growled, but her muscles screamed their retaliation. Those flaming arrows had done more damage than she cared to admit, and the summoning of the vines had drained her. As Mags made the mistake of focusing on her body, she felt each sliced line of skin, each burn, each bruise. I need healing soon, she admitted to herself. But she could go a little longer.

With one fluid motion, Magdalyn drew her spear from the sling on her back. The enemy climbed the wall now, a wave of flesh and blood that struck and curved with the force of a tidal wave. In truth, it was chilling to watch, and Magdalyn was grateful for the secret entrance that Quinn had revealed.

She had only traveled a short distance before encountering something that froze her blood. The rose-haired Comet, her friend from the Green Team, was up to her neck in enemies. She fought brilliantly, but it seemed as if more enemies flowed in with each passing moment. She can't use her bow effectively if she's being harassed like that, Magdalyn decided, before lunging to her aid. Comet could handle herself, no doubt, but a little help could not hurt.

"Looks like you're kicking ass up here," Mags called in way of greeting, bringing the blunt end of her spear up and into the face of an approaching Falderen.

90 + 10 + 0 = 100
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• 100 / 155 HP
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-20 HP for Combat

Vulcan tore through the guards that dared to get close to her as Kyupin found herself being pushed back even further. Each arrow struck true, honed by her practice, but the enemies seemed to be never-ending. She had no battle cries or inspiration to offer to her comrades, though Vulcan's own howls as his jaws ripped through the throat of a Falderen soldier seemed to energize her.

For a moment, she had respite. Vulcan was protecting her, so Kyupin kept an eye out on the battlefield for others who needed her protection. There. "Get somewhere safe, you two!" she called down as her arrows buried into the enemies surrounding @Comet and @Magdalyn. It was hard to tell from this distance, but they were looking rather battered. "I'll cover you guys, so just run!"

64 + 35 + 10 = 109
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• 70 / 125 HP
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-20 HP for Combat​

Her lips curled up in a smile despite the chaos that happened all around her — with combined efforts, they managed to get rid of the bridge builders and their rams. Her moments of relief didn’t last long however, as a chill ran down her spine when she detected a large amount of mana incoming. By the time she tried to react, it was too late and the magic wave had already reached the east wall. Indra tried to block the incoming threat with her arms, only to notice it went straight through herself. Her eyes widened when she realized that if the spell did nothing to their own forces, then…

The target was the wall.​

Why hadn’t she thought of this before! It was obvious! Indra gritted her teeth and held on the best of her ability in order to not fall and plummet down to her death. Siege towers connected to the wall with loud impacts, bridges lowered and Falderen soldiers pooling out like water from inside. So be it, if the enemy mages wanted to play with big spells, she’d roll along with their game. With both of her commanders’ orders in mind, Indra concentrated in crystallizing some of her mana. With that out of the way, a tight grip enhanced by lightning turned the crystals into a very thin and powdery substance.

"Faura"​

With a soft blow, Indra casted an aeromancy spell to spread the powder on the battlefield. It coated enemies and allies alike, but only the falderen forces received a status icon. “Vajrayana!” the spellcasting words commanded the storm orb to return while Indra raised her arms. Under the protection of @Corvella and the soldiers that joined her on fighting the enemy troops, Indra started chanting.

“Was yant gagis chs hymmnos mea."

Mana filled the lightning orb, forcefully expanding it even further.

“En chsee fwal fwal mea.”

Air wildly flowed around the orb forming a ring, as if to contain the lightning sparks in it.

“Fou paks ra, diasee, sarrifis hyzik tes dius yor…”​

The combined humming sound of wind and lightning made it clear she was casting a powerful spell, but it would take time. She could only count on everyone else — as a mage, she was already doing her job. The cuts and bruises from the ongoing skirmish and raining arrows could wait.

53 + 35 + 15 = 103
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• 122 / 187 HP
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-20 HP for Combat

It's no use.

She downed ten, twenty came to fill their position. Twenty fell, forty emerges and pushed them back. It was only matter of time that her formation broke and some enemy soldier managed to slip through the ranks. A set of arrows managed to land themselves in the body of a Falderen soldier trying to reposition himself behind Corvella. Her sight turned into @Comet who released those arrows. It's nice to have someone watching your back. With the defensive forces slowly outnumbered and pushed back, it's only a matter of time before the wall got seized by Falderen forces. Everyone's doing what they can; as for herself, defending is the only thing she could do.

Then she heard the wild blowing, howling around the wall. Not only that, sparking lightning sounds followed to grow around the close combat. @Indra, the Aeromancer spellcaster has been preparing a quite grand enchantment. Realizing this, Corvella instructs her fellow frontline shielders to back the formation a little to cover the supporting fighters more from arrows and strikes. "Fall back! Stand your ground at my position!" She made few steps back with shield raised and the others followed shortly. The infantry of Falderen saw this opportunity and aggressively trying to push through the defensive maneuver, resulting in casualties of the defenders and few strikes landed on Corvella's shoulder. Their formation is unmoving still, as the supporting fire from behind might be the only thing that could save them.

One spearman threw himself right in front of her, trying to jump over the lines of shields. The spearman was soon laid dead on the floor, blood gushing from his neck. A sword, pointing forward like it never does. Corvella, with both her emerald eyes not blinking at all, finally have a reason to use her sword, and it is to protect everything she have to protect.

"You are not going any further than this."

20 + 40 + 15 = 75
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• 110 / 145 HP
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-20 HP for Combat

Well that was a bust. It would seem he'd be fighting alone again. Or so he assumed anyway. For some reason he had been buffed on his way down to fight but that only made him feel worse as he was too slow and the others took them out without him. What was he even doing here? The idea of just logging out now was becoming more tempting with each passing second, but running away wouldn't solve anything either.

Right now the siege towers had docked and soldiers were flooding in. Running at full speed to the top, Alric couldn't waste energy moping around. The first soldier he encountered would get a shield smashed into their skull. And the one after that. And the one after that. Over and over again until he was satisfied.

24 (Roll) + 20 (Mastery) + 10 (Weapon) + 34 (Buff) = 88
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• 150 / 150 HP
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He was fine with a party wipe, really. If they all got wiped, at least that meant they fought to the end and softened that creature up as much as possible for the assassination team to finish off. Hell, and that was the worst case. They had only one thousand HP left to grind through, and everyone was at full health. Even if the slime had prepared for some strange eldritch supernova attack, the midnight haired muse was confident that they’d be able to get past that bumping road and survive. Survive and retaliate. Retaliate and win.

All that confidence, all that effort, all that time…nulled to pointlessness by the fact that NONE of those things happened. Instead, space distorted, warped, and essentially booted them out of a fight that they weren’t even supposed to be able to run away from to begin with.

And now, Cain was standing there, at Eastwatch, as soldiers poured over the ramparts like ants, soulless and mindless.

And now, Cain was standing there, at Eastwatch, as players fought and fought and fought, stepping on metallic corpses as they continued to try to form a defensive line with the small numbers they had.

And now, Cain was standing there, at Eastwatch, seething to the brink of tears.

No, not now. Just because he failed again once, didn’t mean he was allowed to fold now. Had to focus, had to act, had to find someone to latch onto, an anchor that he could support. Corvella, trying to hold the line by herself, her brilliant shield already scratched and dented from the hundreds of blows that had rained down upon her. Indra, a dozen bolts of lightning at her command, coalescing and seething into divine fury on the precipice of being realized. And then…

Kyupin, that blonde midget Felis, almost hidden from view by her beast of companionship, peeking out to fire off a salvo of bodkin point arrows whenever she could, covering the retreat of others.

There.

That was the foundation.

Every human needed something to cling onto.

A flash of arcane energy brought Cain on top of a soldier circling behind Vulcan and Kyupin, before a point blank beam blew a hole through the man’s head. Kicking it away with a callousness unbefitting of him, the flagbearer brought himself back to back with Kyu.

"Hey, Kyu, calvary have arrived. Let's turn this around."

Single Buff
Buff @Kyupin Felnya for 46 (3 rounds)
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• 90 / 130 HP
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-20 HP for Combat

After all the madness that she had to go through, mainly avoiding arrows, big boulders of doom and almost falling from the wall, the worst wasn't even there yet. She looked at the wolf-man and yelped, wondering if she should go after them. But then, she realized that they were probably too strong for her. She then looked at Mizuki, wondering what to do. She was probably more experienced than her, therefore she had a better chance of holding herself against the wolves than she did. And there also was the Infantry problem to take care of. So, she turned to Mizuki and spoke. "I'm going to help the guys over there with the Infantry. Please don't get hurt, i'll be back in a few!"

As she finished saying that, she then dashed towards one of the towers. Soon enough, she had a few soldiers staying on her way, prepared to skewer her. One came swinging his sword, aiming for her neck. She arched backwards, the blade almost grazing her nose. After that, the guard aimed for her legs, which she dodged by jumping. When she almost hitting the ground, she managed to do a Kip-Up, before jump kicking the soldier from the wall. Fun. She then knocked the two others with a spinning kick, before proceeding farther into the tower. She was going to have a hella of a time there.

98 + 30 + 0 = 128
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