Fantasy Arva: Tides of Darkness [IC] [Closed]

[ANIMAL MOTHER]

Unlike the others, Sharad's very much happy to oblige Hughin's request to abandon him. More of those men are coming and they'd need to leave him behind if they're gonna have enough time to escape. Unfortunately for him, no one else is willing to it seems. So he stands alone awkwardly exchanging looks at Hughin and the general direction from where the horns came from. They blow again, and now Arnas is moving up like he's about to take them on all by himself.

Sharad doesn't join him and instead slowly starts moving away from this mess.

 

[Dmaster]

The Aervis wasn't exactly pleased that his spell had so brutally dispatched his assailants, though he was thoroughly relieved that they had weathered that storm together. The damage he suffered was quite evident, though it wasn't exactly a pain that was completely alien to him. The beasts and monsters had slashed up his arms and part of his chest, long gashes that raked through his feathered flesh as the surroundings were stained crimson. His limbs shook as he flared them open to examine himself, grunting quietly just as Lanya came to approach them.

"I persist still, I shall be fine Lanya. Good job keeping safe." he complimented her, his voice only strained somewhat as he looked on to Hughin. While he had limited medical knowledge he knew that he was not doing well, having sustained far worse wounds than the Fateseeker. Da'Vost turned his head away, not willing to abandon their leader in a time most dire. With a low sigh he began to conjure up some more Aether, this time the flames condensed and became flowing clear liquid that shimmered a soothing blue. The glowing waters traveled across his arms and around his chest, surrounding his wounds as they passively cleaned and numbed the pain he was experiencing. It was not on the level of healing that Eirana could produce, but it was helping him mitigate the damage he had suffered.

The sound of the war horn meant that more were on the approach, and the Aervis would have to get himself to fighting strength for the chance that the enemy may attack while Hughin still needed healing.

 

[Breadman]

"Pottrey, you help Hughin and the others." Waylond gave quick instructions to his squire, who looked rather surprised that his knight was ready to go even with the wounds he had suffered just moments ago.

"What...don't you need any healing?"

"I'll be fine." Waylond looked at one of the things they had just killed. It was carrying a shield, but it didn't look like it did him much good. The knight picked it up and found it to be adequate. Just what he needed for the job.

 

[CaptainFizzgig]

No one was telling Invira what to do. Hughin had ordered them to leave but no one teally was. Fury filled Arnas ad he seemed ready to do whatever it took to keep Hughin alive.

Should she fight or...?

She saw Eirana's face twist and was helping Zakala give pressure before she quite realized she had made a decision. This was a thing she could do, had done before. Give herself over to a spell. The faster they finished this, the more quickly they could run.

 

[joshuadim]

As Sharad attempted to slink away to safety, he would realize that by this point the group was surrounded as he saw the glinting of weapons and marching of soldiers through the treeline. Slowly, they marched out to reveal that unlike the scouts they had been fighting, these were real soldiers now. Armed with pikes and shields and blue armor, differing from the red that had been donned by the previous enemy, they marched forward in formation in a large circle around the group. In a fury, Arnas shouted aloud: "COME ON YOU BASTARDS! YOU WANT A FIGHT? YOU GOT IT HERE!" he said in a fury as he gave both swords he wielded now a twirl. Yet, the enemy would only take a few steps before positioning themselves as a shield wall with no escape from before a voice roared out from the trees.

"OZHA!"

The warriors stilled and held their positions as the thundering of large steps could be heard off in the distance. A few moments passed of silence before one could see a massive figure approaching from the darkness of the forest as it simply pushed a tree over for being in its way. As it arrived in view of the light of the group's campfire, one could see that it easily towered over any of the group, as well as those it seemingly commanded. Clad in black armor which signified its rank, and weilding two swords that emanated sickly green flames from them, it approached the group as a few of the soldiers made way for it to get out of formation.

"Ha ha ha... guz ko mir." it spoke, causing its men to bring their spears to their sides and to stand on guard.

"I will now speak in your simple tongue, so that you may know that I, Champion Gazrok, will claim your souls for the Nether Engine. The General will be pleased with my offering when I take your skulls as prizes. Be grateful, that your meaningless lives now serve a new purpose."

With brutality it bashed its swords together as it made ready for combat. "Give me a good fight before you die."

CHAMPION GAZROK - BOSS (75 HP)

Bloodthirsty - 5 damage per attack. Attacks twice per turn. -2 on rolls to hit.
Ozkavir Champion - Regenerates 10 health every 3 turns.


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Hughin will be stabilized in three turns!


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As Gazrok made ready for battle, Arnas charged forward with a yell and sliced at the leader with fury and power with the full intention on hurting the bastard as much as he could. In the meantime, Zakala, Eirana and Invira would each aid in helping stabilize Hughin's condition but would be unable to aid in the battle before then. Zakala's headache worsened as the healing ritual continued with Eirana at the helm, and Hughin's massive wound started to heal together and sinew, bone and flesh slowly regenerated.

 

[Breadman]

"You forgot to say you're invincible." Waylond taunted the champion. The knight rushed after Arnas and got his swings in.

 

[Fauxs]

while the others offered aid to Hughin's injuries, Cain joined his allies out on the front line, facing their frightening enemy. Cain felt like using a new trick up his sleeve; possibly something that he learned from studying spells from his journal. He began to raise his rapier in front of him, pointing it towards the direction of their foe and began to cast a spell. After his chant, a piercing light from the sky heavily smited the Champion from its position.

 

[Auda]

It looked like lady luck wasn't on their side today.

Adrenaline coursed through Aureal's body once again as their new foe made an appearance. Their previous enemies paled in comparison to it's towering figure and the menacing aura it exudes made the Elf's body freeze up. The situation seemed to get worse by the second with Hughin incapacitated and they are still surrounded by the looks of it. Aureal's resolve slowly dwindled and uncertainty made it's way through his head. He wasn't even sure if they are going to leave this place in one piece but there is only one thing to do in this situation, persevere.

With a desperate attempt, he thrust his hand forward and he aimed a fireball towards his enemy.

 

[Infab]

The adrenaline rush still pulsing through her veins after the battle had apparently dulled her senses, as she gazed down at the damage she had accidentally inflicted on her employer by removing the bolt. Zakala's angry insult barely registered. Really, it didn't need to. She knew she had made a horrible mistake, misjudging her strength when she went to remove it. She stepped back, glancing down at the bloody bolt and the chunk of flesh still attached to the viciously pronged end. She soon tossed the bolt aside, grunting in frustration. She'd have to apologize later.

As the others either got ready to fight or rushed to Hughin's side to heal him, Drokos got herself ready. She had only taken minor damage. A scratch that hadn't even pierced her tough hide. She ignored the statements from the opposing force's leader. They all eventually sounded the same in the end. 'I'm going to kill you, skin you, mount your head on a mantle, drink from your skull' and so on. What mattered is if they could follow through with actually killing their foes. And more often than not, the ones that made the biggest threats died the fastest.

As Arnas and Waylond rushed in, Drokos did as well. Her poleaxe held like a spear as she intended to drive it's long spike as far into the champion's chest as she could.

 

[joshuadim]

CHAMPION GAZROK - TURN 1

Ally Rolls
Arnas - 4, 10 (Fury); Crit roll 1d6 = 2. Arnas deals (3 + 2[Crit Roll]) 5 damage to Champion Gazrok. Champion Gazrok HP = 70.
Waylond - 2, 6, 10 (Swift as the Wind II); Crit roll 1d6 = 4. Waylond deals (3 + 3 + 4[Crit Roll]) 10 damage to Champion Gazrok. Champion Gazrok HP = 60.
Cain - 2; Miss.
Aureal - 9; Aureal deals 3 damage to Champion Gazrok. Champion Gazrok HP = 57.
Drokos - 6; Drokos deals (3 + 2[Hellish Strength]) 5 damage to Champion Gazrok. Gazrok HP = 52.
Da'Vost - 4; Miss.
Sharad - 1; Critical Fail! Sharad avoids damage (Mirage). Mirage charges left = 0.
Eidunn - 9; Eidunn deals 3 damage to Champion Gazrok. Champioin Gazrok HP = 49.

Boss Rolls
Roll 1: 7(9 - 2[Bloodthirsty]); Gazrok deals 5 damage to Arnas. Arnas HP = 8. Counterattack roll 1d3 = 1. Fail.
Roll 2: 6(8 - 2[Bloodthirsty]); Champion Gazrok deals 5 damage to Waylond. Waylond HP = 5.​

Arnas and Waylond would be the first two to engage in direct combat with Gazrok as they launched their collective attacks against the monstrous foe. The Champion's skill in swords was rather evident as he was able to block most of their attacks with ease, although two deep strikes managed to break through his defenses due to their uncoordinated flurry. Gazrok would reply in kind by hitting Arnas with the hilt of one of his blades, sending the young man flying back several feet and face first into the dirt while Waylond would be kicked with such a force that it would take the wind out of him as he was sent down to the ground on his back. Such blows brought roars and cheers from his troops as they egged on the fight from their positions around the battlefield, giving encouragement and praise to their commander in their unknown tongue.

As Sharad went in with his attack, his blade was easily caught by a deflected blow and Gazrok went in for a strike of his own. However, Sharad's magic would prove fruitful as it would not be himself that would take the blow but rather a copy of himself that dissipated in a black mist as soon as it contacted the Champion's burning blade. This distraction allowed Eidunn to get in close and get a quick stab onto his leg, bringing his attention back to the others as they brought in their attacks as well. Cain's magic attack would be dodged by Gazrok as he quickly sidestepped the beam coming from the sky as if left the area charred and burnt. This would however bring him directly into the line of fire of Aureal's fireball as it collided into his chest, charring the area heavily and leaving it smoking as he laughed. It was almost as if he was enjoying it.

Da'Vost's next magic missile would also fail to hit as Gazrok swatted it away with one of his swords, grinning at the failed attempt to harm him. This hubris would lead to a hard strike along his back by Drokos which sent him stumbling two steps forward before quickly spinning about with fury in his eyes. "I enjoyed killing your pathetic clan when they were fleeing their homes, exile. I'll enjoy killing you too!" he spat.

Hughin will be stabilized in two turns!
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The healing ritual continued ad Eirana, Zakala, and Invira collectively aided in the process. Flesh and sinew continued to be reconstructed as Hughin's breathing went from labored to relaxed, signifying his improving condition. Yet it would take a toll on the three as they felt physical pain spread from their heads to their shoulder, more specifically the shoulder where Hughin's was being healed at. Arnas in the meantime groaned as he tried to pick himself off from the ground. His entire frontside was covered in dirt now as he felt sharp pains coming from his right ribs. That blow must have fractured a few. As he got up, he shook his head quickly to regain focus again and moved to attack Gazrok once more with his swords.

 

[Fauxs]

Seeing his attempt to use magic once more, Cain felt a slight dismay. Considering as to how hard he was studying for such power, he still lacks the right timing and trajectory to make it effective. There was no time for regrets in the battlefield, thus Cain decided to run towards the enemy and engage in close combat, aiding his melee allies in the process.

 

[Infab]

"I enjoyed killing your pathetic clan when they were fleeing their homes, exile. I'll enjoy killing you too!"

Drokos grunted, as she looked for another opening in which to strike at the champion. "Morganthi do not run. And words will not help you in intimidating me." she responded. She flipped the poleaxe around in her hand, opting to use the flat hammer portion of the weapon's head. "Nor will they prevent me from caving your skull in." A moment later, she attacked once more.

 

[Dmaster]

Da'Vost had many questions relating to their foes, as it was all completely unknown to him. The Nether Engine? It was unlike anything he had ever heard of or knew of, yet to suggest that this was some singular tribe of radicals would have been foolish. These beings were far more than simple raiders, wild in their combat styles yet still somehow regimented, that vision the Fateseeker had after the ship sank still fresh on his mind. Though this was not the time for questions, as by the time the 'champion' finished his goading the Aervis was done soothing his wounds, flicking his arms and robes dry with localized air currents as he stared down their enemy. "You will do no such thing..."

His first blasts of energy were dodged completely, though Da'Vost was not the least bit discouraged. These were but simple attacks meant to gauge their foe's agility, and now that he had engaged in pitched melee with the other members of the company the Fateseeker slowly advanced. Aetherflame weaved between his fingers before a deathly chill covered them, traveling up his palms and down to his wrists. Thrusting his hands out, the chilled air flowed outward as a tendril of vapors that weaved around his allies harmlessly before lashing out at Gazrok. Ice formed and spread from the various points of impact, starting to encase him in a solid layer of ice!

Spell Cast: Snap Freeze​

 

[ANIMAL MOTHER]

Well this is about to get a whole lot more unfortunate. The decoy went down way quicker than he expected and he can't seen to conjure forth another. Nothing manifests as he focuses all his attention on creating another decoy to "aid" him. He grits his teeth in frustration at his failure. This calls for some more rather... primitive spells he's learned. Two hands go into the soil as he gets low to the ground. Pulling upward with his might, he squeezes tight the fistfuls of dirt he now has in his hands, takes a very deep breath, and then...

... Simply flings it at the champion's eyes.

 

[Breadman]

Waylond rose up from the kick he received.

"That all you got?" The knight continued to taunt as he gave the champion a rather obscene gesture "Your kind isn't worth the proper respect. Just a blade in your neck!" He attacked again.

 

[Auda]

A small smile formed on Aureal's lips as his fireball directly hit their opponent. Though, the smile left his lips just as fast as it appeared for the champion simply brushed off his attack with a laugh, almost mockingly so. If his offensive spells were easily tanked, then a change of tactics is needed. Instead of firing another wave of attack, the Wood-Elf decided to focus on his companions, Cain specifically. As his Elf companion rushed to fight Gazrok head-on, Aureal prepared a spell that will make Cain's figure glow a subtle hue, increasing his offensive capabilities as he launch his attacks.

Augment: Cain ​

 

[joshuadim]

CHAMPION GAZROK - TURN 2

Ally Rolls
Da'Vost casts Snap Freeze, Roll 1d6 = 4. Success. Champion Gazrok is stunned for a turn!
Arnas - 4(3+ 1[Snap Freeze]), 5(4+1[Snap Freeze]); Miss.
Cain - 2(1+1[Snap Freeze]); Miss.
Drokos - 9(8+1[Snap Freeze]); Drokos deals (3 + 2[Hellish Strength]) 5 damage to Champion Gazrok. Champion Gazrok HP = 44.
Waylond - 4(3 + 1[Snap Freeze]), 3(2 + 1[Snap Freeze]), 8(7 + 1[Snap Freeze]) (Swift as the Wind II); Waylond deals 3 damage to Champion Gazrok. Champion Gazrok HP = 41.
Sharad attempts to blind Champion Gazrok. Roll 1d6 = 3. Fail.
Aureal uses Augment on Cain. Cain's damage is increased by 2 for two turns!
Eidunn - 4; Miss.

Boss Rolls
Champion Gazrok is stunned for the turn!

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Hughin will be stabilized in one turn!​

Da'Vost's spell would prove fruitful as it quickly spread ice over Gazrok's limbs and body and began to slow him down rather significantly. The Champion took notice of this and quickly switched to be on the defensive, realizing it would not be able to properly attack for the time being. While hindered, Gazrok was still able to defend against many of the attacks brought about by the group through parries and deflections with his blades. Arnas' strikes would be deflected and Waylond would only manage to land a cut on the Champion's arm while Cain and Eidunn would miss their strikes. This left an opening for Drokos to get in another hard strike into the Champion's leg, causing Gazrok to grunt in pain from the blow.

Sharad would attempt to hinder the Champion further by trying to blind it with dirt in its eyes, but would fail as Gazrok easily swatted it away. In the meantime Aureal would cast his own spell to aid his allies, particularly Cain as the half-elf began to glow a little bit with an aura thanks to Aureal's incantation. Cain would feel a surge of strength in his body as the spell came into effect and knew that this meant he would be able to hurt the Champion more so than before.

Hughin's wound by this point was rapidly progressing in its healing most of the internal damage had been fixed by now and now what remained was muscle and skin. Hughin remained unconscious but was rapidly progressing towards being in a stable condition. Arnas, frustrated with his failure to land a hit on Gazrok renewed his efforts and continued to strike at it as the Champion now recovered its mobility from the effects of Da'Vost's spell.

 

[Breadman]

Waylond continued his assault on the champion l, aiming to puncture his skin and damage his organs underneath.

 

[Infab]

Drokos twirled her poleaxe, before moving in for another hit with the hammer side. This champion needed to be put down.

 

[Fauxs]

After missing two consecutive times, Cain was immensely furious. He felt weak and uninvolved in which deeply bothered his determination to win. Upon obtaining an Augment spell from his ally and fellow wood-elf companion, Aureal, he decided to give it his all. right then and there, he backed away from the champion that was one by one belittling them. He then began to open his journal around the last pages in which consisted of the most dangerous and difficult spells. The half elf began to point his rapier toward the sky while his other hand held the journal. He started to read the writings etched in ink of those very last pages.

Heavens, take over the skies
Judge those who are forsaken by the light
And make them bow to you.
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The wind around Cain began to howl. his cloak and hair began to flow viciously with the wind, followed by the sky beginning to crackle. runes began to form right above the champion. From there, blades of light fell from the sky, in hopes to pierce down the enemy with a heavy blow.

SPELL CAST: HEAVEN'S JUDGEMENT​

 

[Auda]

With the enemy currently encased in ice, Aureal grabbed the opportunity and quickly muttered another spell. Waves of air once again surrounded his arms forming an arrow and with a flick of his fingers, the gathered wind immediately fired towards the champion.

 

[joshuadim]

CHAMPION GAZROK - TURN 3

Ally Rolls
Arnas - 1, 1 (Fury); Critical Fail! Roll 1d6 = 4, Roll 1d6 = 4. Arnas takes (4[Crit fail] + 4[Crit fail]) 8 damage. Arnas HP = 0. Arnas is incapacitated!
Waylond - 6, 8 , 1 (Swift as the Wind II). Waylond deals 6 damage to Champion Gazrok. Champion Gazrok HP = 35. Critical Fail! Roll 1d6 = 5. Waylond HP = 0. Waylond is Incapacitated!
Drokos - 8; Drokos deals (3 + 2[Hellish Strength]) 5 damage to Champion Gazrok. Champion Gazrok HP = 30.
Cain casts Heaven's Judgement. Roll 1d6 = 6. Success. Cain deals (10 + 2[Augment]) 12 damage. Champion Gazrok HP = 18.
Aureal - 10; Crit roll 1d6 = 6. Aureal Deals (3 + 6[Crit Roll]) 9 damage to Champion Gazrok. Champion Gazrok HP = 9.
Eidunn - 5; Miss.
Sharad - 7; Sharad deals 3 damage to Champion Gazrok. Champion Gazrok HP = 6.
Da'Vost - 10; Crit roll 1d6 = 4. Da'Vost deals (3 + 4[Crit Roll]) 7 damage to Champion Gazrok.

Champion Gazrok is defeated!​

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Hughin has been stabilized!
​

Arnas and Waylond went about with their attacks once more, with the latter getting in two new strikes onto the Champion's torso but these new wounds only further invigorated Gazrok's kill to hurt as he quickly hit Arnas hard enough with the spine of his blade that he broke the young man's arm and sent him down while Waylond was punched straight into the face with a sickening crack, sending him to the floor nearly unconscious and with a bloodied mouth. Drokos would quickly retaliate with a heavy blow from the hammer end of her poleaxe which caused an audibly crack in the Champion's ribs, sending him stumbling back which caused Eidunn's next stab to miss but Sharad's blade would hit its mark on the Champion's leg as well.

What would surprise the Champion however, would be the combination of magical attacks coming from Da'Vost, Cain, and Aureal as the trio unleashed their might upon Gazrok in a continuous manner. Starting with Aureal's projectile made of air, it stabbed straight into the Champion's shoulder before a blade of light fell from the sky and stabbed straight into it's back with such force that it sent Gazrok stumbling forward, howling in pain before being met with a large bolt of magic coming from the Aervis, finally causing the Champion to fall to one knee and stabbing one of its swords into the ground to help support it standing up. Gazrok coughed up green blood as he looked towards the group, now reinforced by Eirana, Invira and Zakala as the three had finished closing Hughin's wound and now readied for whatever would come next.

The Champion gave a vicious, bloodied grin towards his enemies and hacked out more blood. "I haven't had a fight like that in ages... ha ha ha!" he spoke, slowly pushing himself up to stand once more. The Champion had been bloodied, cut at, and practically taken enough damage that one could consider to be fatal. How he was still able to practically stand was a mystery. Arnas sat up as he winced in pain and clutched at his mangled arm before taunting the champion: "Had enough you big ugly fuck?" he spat out, breathing heavily as he felt waves of agony shoot through his arm and up to his body.

"Not... quite... yet." Gazrok responded with malice as he raised a hand and quickly motioned towards the group, causing his warriors to return their spears to their fronts and pointed at the group and began to slowly march towards the Company. "Time... to die."

It seemed as though it was hopeless. Outnumbered, alone and with many wounded it seemed as though this was the end. Arnas crawled with his good arm towards where the group now conglomerated, as did Waylond, as everyone made ready for combat once more. Lanya, scared beyond belief, looked around with tears in her eyes as she didn't exactly comprehend what was about to happen, but she knew that they were going to be hurt. As the infantry approached ever closer and closer, she closed her eyes and winced in terror as she couldn't bear to watch. But she then heard a rustling... she opened an eye and was rather confused. Then she heard more, and more, and more... as if something was moving from above. As she looked to the tree canopy above, her eyes widened as she saw something new arrive.

​

Arrows and spears fell from above, impaling and striking some of the soldiers as a war cry was sounded from above. This sudden ambush brought about confusion and panic from the enemy soldiers as they looked around, unknowing of how to defend from this flurry of projectiles and dozens of them were felled. Gazrok looked up in rage and cried out for a retreat as he bloked two spears flung towards him and ran off into the darkness of the forest. The soldiers that attempted to run as well would find themselves attack from all angles as figures above jumped from branch to branch and continued their relentless assault upon the enemy. More and more were struck with arrows and spears from above as they fled, leading to the group's salvation... or so it seemed. As the enemy was chased off, dozens of monkeys of all kinds descended from the trees and surrounded the group with spears and arrows pointed at them.

One of them clad in bone armor quickly approached the Company and looked at them with an angered expression speaking up. "You trespass king land. Why you here?" it spoke in broken tongue, expecting a quick answer as it tapped a foot rapidly.

 

[Breadman]

Waylond tried to get up, only to realize the hit he took was too much and he could barely lift himself up. So he stood up in a sitting position. Which brought him at about the eye level of their saviors. A bunch of monkeys? And they can talk? Waylond touched his head, thinking the hit he suffered must have knocked something loose. He noticed Pottrey rushing to his side. The squire at least knew that after battle he had to make sure the knight wasn't too badly hurt. Waylond waved him off for now as he tried to focus.

"Um...well..." He turned to the others "Are we in a kingdom we know?"

 

[Infab]

Drokos attempted to calm herself watching as the enemy forces retreated from the battle. She was very willing to take them all on, regardless as to if she was outnumbered. A warrior's death. The strange monkies interveneing in the battle granted her a little confusion, but once what she assumed was their leader spoke up, she cut a glance to the rest of the group.

"...We were running from the people you scared off. They have been after us for a while now." she replied, twirling her poleaxe around so that the bottom rested on the ground next to her. "We were shipwrecked and travelled inland...and we ran into them. And have been running ever since."

 

[joshuadim]

The bone-clad monkey looked at Drokos as she spoke before turning to his compatriots, giving off a few grunts which caused spears and bows from the other monkeys to be lowered. Once that matter was settled, he returned his gaze towards the group and spoke aloud, "You come with."

"I'm sorry," Zakala then spoke up as she approached the leader of this primate cohort. "But where exactly are we going? And why should we go with you?"

"Forest not safe. You speak to king. King talk."

"I think what he's saying is, we don't have a choice." Arnas then replied, wincing as he felt pain rock his arm once more. "Gods... I need a splint for my arm." he then muttered, as he stood up with his arm dangling down.