Fire Emblem Divide

[Mothman]

Whimsey

Her feet placed firmly in the ground, she glanced around at her surroundings. She was surrounded by her comrades, both Legion and Alliance alike. Maybe these Alliance soldiers weren't as bad as she'd been forcefed to believe. They were helping dispatch the monsters, despite all that was between them. Sure, maybe the idea of them both being able to split the fort was a bit far fetched, but at this rate, it was all they had. Glancing behind her and taking a breath before her next song, a worrying sight caught her eye. Two strange creatures, different from the ones in front of the army, were already in the fort. Right behind them, ready to strike.

"Uh, guys!" She waved the attention of those near her, before continuing. The thought of actual danger towards her was worrying, as she'd been a simple support this whole time. She was still unscathed, even. "We've got two behind us, I don't know how! I know the front is a little more worrying, but still...!" Choking on her own worried breath for a moment, she cleared her head as she inspected the nearby, wounded soldiers around her. She had to do something about it, but she wasn't sure what. Most of them didn't have any severe wounds that she could tend to.

"Come on everyone, just a little longer!" She muttered out as she began to play her drum. A light, gentle aura began to emanate from it, enveloping the others around her. "I can heal you guys, later. Come into the fort for it, okay?" With that, she finished her song with as most profession as she could.

[ Whimsey plays Endurance! ]
[ S'Zura's health increases by 20! ]
[ Afi's health increases by 20! ]
[ Emilia's health increases by 20! ]
[ Fynola's health increases by 20! ]
[ Veilvet's health increases by 20! ]
[ Nayu's health increases by 20! ]

S SirBlazeALot theplasticdemon Pretzel Heart KageYuuki Necromantic Creek CallmeMyth

 

[Mothman]

Charme

Charme: 1, Mauthe Dog: 0. With his, in his own opinion, beautiful slaughter of the small dog, Charme realized that he was, for lack of a better term, late. The rest of the group had gathered back near the doors of the fort, seeming to want to end this by simply holding the enemy off and securing the fort. He for one didn't want to die a martyr out on the fields. Though, there was one small issue.

Glancing to his right, he noticed a familiar dragon, one that certainly wasn't a monster. Charme knew it was one of their troops, but was unsure which one. The dragon was locked in combat with some sort of... Jelly? Every ounce of him would have simply charged, though there was a bit of an issue. A bonewalker stood in front of him, and no matter what he did, was probably going to smack him over the skull with his axe. In an idea of self preservation, Charme turned and headed back towards the others. If he took a heavy blow, at least the others would be there to help and heal him, as well as deal with the issue. He could also get in a bit of dialogue with S'Zura. After his rescue, he deserved at least a one liner.

As he approached, he noticed Reva there as well. Might as well return what was hers, while he was there. Ladies first, though, even if they happened to be horrific and powerful beasts at the moment. And the fact Reva was also a lady didn't help.

"S'Zura! Glad to see you're alright. So we're holding out, hmm?" He said as he turned back to the other enemies, Javelin at his side and ready. "Oh, Reva!" He played it off as not noticing her, handing her the javelin and drawing his regular Iron Lance. "Here's this, by the way. Thanks for letting me borrow it. It saved the Cheif's life." Chuckling, he looked back to S'Zura. "You're the chief, right? Right. Anyways, go do what's gotta happen, we have it handled out here." A smirk following, he prepared for that run-in he was about to have with the Bonewalker.

[ Charme moves to K17! ]
[ Charme trades his Javelin back to Reva! ]
[ Charme equips an Iron Lance!]

S SirBlazeALot KageYuuki @whomst plays Reva???

 

[IG42]

Lothric
P18 > R18
[Lothric moves to R18]
[Lothric attacks Red Mogall (28)]
[Lothric squishes Red Mogall (28)!....it's a little gross. 130 Damage]

Zane
R16 > R17
Snarling in fury Zane made to move and attack one of the nearby monstrosities but thought better of it as the ice that spiderwebbed over his body chilled his bones painfully, he still had several allies nearby and Lothric had just reduced the nearest Mogall to mush with a perfectly placed swing that looked especially gratifying.

While his still smouldering rage urged him to follow Vlad straight at the enemy he could tell that his wounds were bad and that he should focus on keeping himself in the fight for as long as he could. He had seen Manakete when they were carried away by their anger and it wasn't pretty, a feral Manakete could end up bleeding out from even minor injuries simply because they made no attempts to patch themselves up or even just press a hand against a wound.

Sourly screwing the top off of a vulnerary he raised it in a grim toast to Lothric and Vlad and chugged it down.

[Zane uses Vulnerary]
[Zane heals 10HP]

S SirBlazeALot ChazGhost

 

[theplasticdemon]

Fynola Dahl
As High As Honour​

To Fynola, her armour was a way of hiding the vulnerable parts of her body. With her armour, she was strong against magic and hits of all kinds. While the monster hadn't landed a solid hit on the young warrior, it did something much worse. It left her undergarments showing, her blue dress torn to shreds from the neck down. She was even robbed of her petticoat, as nothing but bare undergarments were to be salvaged. At the very least, there were few other warriors from either side whose domains belonged in the sky. More than ever, she relied on Barin to provide coverage. The fact that Fynola was prudish to a fault didn't help. However, that wasn't the worst part about a monster tearing at your clothing.

The worst part was how easy it was for another creature or enemy soldier to land a hit. A battlefield in the middle of a fortress in the long-abandoned wasteland of Patrium was no place to strut around nearly nude. Her mission of flying into the fort had been sabotaged. As the Commander offered a truce, many mixed feelings overwhelmed any clear method of reasoning. Did the gryphon rider gather enough unintentional pity from the Alliance to propose a truce? Her face burned at the possibility of other soldiers seeing her as weak as she was. Her fingers held on tightly to the reins as she nuzzled into Barin's neck. The mighty bird sensed her distress, startling her as he flew high in the air.

The drummer's music soothed her, strengthened her, even removed a portion of the humiliation she had felt moments before. Fynola had a lot to thank the war drummer for, assuming both of them survived the entire ordeal. May Aqua bless you, Fynola sent a short prayer in the girl's direction. Composure returned to the warrior, as other familiar soldiers readied themselves.

Fynola's back straightened as she felt the familiar rush of wind. Her eyes grew wide as the gryphon flew straight into the Alliance's forces. For the brief moments Fynola remained in the air, she saw monsters gathering around both sides. Badly wounded Alliance soldiers gathered only meters away from the stripped warrior. With confusion in her eyes, she ran her fingers through her pet's feathers. "Barin, what are you doing?" As well-trained as the young bird was, it had a habit of reading his owner's thoughts, and having a flamboyant mind of his own.

His white wings extended as he was on the ground, his wingspan easily surpassing two meters in the air. Putting two and two together, Fynola began to realize what the young bird was doing. A loud screech echoed in the battlefield, a rally of strength for Fynola's new allies and a threat for her enemies. It was an offer of unity, and a true call to arms in the Maltian military. Would the military members in the 13th Battalion recognize the familiar gryphon? Would they shun her? Those worries faded from her mind as even Barin's cry gave his rider strength.

[ Fynola moves to P17 ]
[ Fynola activated Screech ]
[ Kayo got Screech'd ]
[ Melnax got Screech'd ]
[ Korvalt got Screech'd ]
[ Zane got Screech'd ]
[ Sami got Screech'd ]

S SirBlazeALot Count Gensokyo DoctorDiggles IG42 Truthblade Misuteeku
(( i honestly just checked who the last person who controlled any of those characters was. sorry if you didn't get your tag lmfao ))

 

[Mothman]

Iona

[ Iona moves to N16 ]

 

[InsaneAsylum]

Dali​

Finally! That disgusting gooey ball of slime was off of her! Dali took off, leaving the Jelly behind. She had learned about those slimes in the short training she received about firing monsters. Apparently they were immune to the effects of magic, and could split apart. Disgusting. The fort was in sight, and it appeared that her allies were fighting alongside the Alliance! What the hell was going on?

Dali was about to change directions and start asking her fellow Legion soldiers the about the situation, but she saw the poor blind girl, Mazelle, shivering in a patch of trees. A lone bonewalker was nearby. It could kill the young girl at any moment! Mid-stride, Dali transformed. Transforming into a pale zombie like dragon on all fours. Her Orange eyes gleaming menacingly. She slid to a halt beside Mazelle, putting herself between the the girl and the bonewalker. With ragged grunts, Dali unleashed two benevolent waves of holy breath upon the monster. Nothing was left of the bonewalker, except for a pile of weapons where it stood.

With a ragged and almost pained voice, Dali spoke. "Stay by those trees. I'll keep you safe until someone can get you to safety."

The blind girl looked to be in bad shape. What had happened to her?

[Dali(5) moves to J19]
[Dali(5) partners up with Mazelle]
[Dali(5) attacks Bonewalker(11) and deals 210 damage!]
[Bonewalker(11) defeated]
[End Turn]

S SirBlazeALot Petite Rouge

 

[Necromantic]

Why did everything suddenly seem to get far worse when both sides decided to team up? Was there some being even more powerful than Naga out there trying to fuck up their lives while he sat in a dank cloud of smoke? Emilia glared up at the sky for a moment before realizing that that notion was relatively stupid and made her sound like the one living in the smoke cloud. There was no way that something like that was going on, that would be like her just being a character some muse was writing for. A muse who's just trying to write more to fill up some space.

... Where the Hell were these thoughts coming from?

Would it really be that bad of a plan to shoot at one of the enemy soldiers, despite the whole teaming up thing? She still didn't trust those guys as far as she could throw them. That would cause a damn big uproar though, and charging headlong into a bunch of soldiers with just her bow and gauntlets by her side was generally considered a "bad plan". Shit like that could kill her. Despite her reluctance, she supposed that she needed to trust them for the moment.

She couldn't see any monsters within range of either of her weapons, so she maneuvered through her teammates to see if she could find anything slightly farther away. [color= gray]"Ah.... Fuck,"[/color] She grumbled when, after she stopped, she still couldn't find anything remotely close to her. There were monsters everywhere, yet none close enough for her to kill. What a pain in the ass.

[Emilia moved to I17]
[End Turn]

 

[DoctorDiggles]

Sami had been worried that her actions would not be received well by the Commander or her own allies. She had wondered if her actions would be deemed treasonous. The concern still lingered even after hearing Zane's support and witnessing Nayu's support. Perhaps all of them would be deemed treasonous by the top Alliance brass. All that could be done was to pray that their actions in this battle would be forgiven. Though Sami didn't believe in her heart that they had anything to be sorry for. Even with her stubborn attitude she recognized the simple truth. Both the Alliance of Fire and the Legion of Stone had a common enemy in this fight. And enemy that cared not for the colors of their flags and the ideals of their superiors. It is a vicious enemy. An enemy that craves only flesh and blood and cares not for honor.

With newfound confidence Sami rode back toward the fort to purge another of the monstrosities. It was a giant eyeball which made it an archer's dream target. One of the most vulnerable parts of the body had been supersized just for Sami to poke it with a long arrow. "You picked the wrong fort." Sami said with a smirk before plugging the creature and watching it deflate to the ground. "Humph. Too easy." Her competitive spirit inspired her to compete against the Legion even if they were fighting as one. To be completely truthful Sami was competing against her own allies as well to see who could rack up the most kills. So far she had purged a mauthe dog a gargoyle and now an eyeball.

While Sami looked for her next target she saw Pandora get off of her deer near the fortress and gave her a curt nod. "Be careful rookie." Sami looked warily to the Legion's unofficial side of the battlefield. "Don't let your guard down around them." Sami warned Pandora in a voice just above a whisper. She doubted the Legion would betray the trust the two sides had established. That didn't fit very well with their motives. They would sooner study the Monolith than destroy it. Sami had a hunch they would rather speak with the Alliance than send them all to an early grave. But she couldn't be sure.

Misuteeku

Quetzal loved being hit in battle. It could be a Yuban Bael's bite or a Legion soldier's blade or the bite of a hellhound. The shaman wouldn't grow angry or fearful. Instead she became more powerful. The ancient power of her dark magic coursed through her blood and lit her soul on fire after she was attacked by three monsters at once. The only one that managed to do any damage was the Mauthe Dog. It had gnawed and ripped at the flesh of her legs and activated her true power. "Ahhhhhhh...yes!" Quetzal moaned as if she was in ecstasy after suffering through the attack. "I'm quite popular among you creatures aren't I?" she observed and let out a sinister giggle. "Perhaps it has something to do with my magic? Do I perhaps present a threat to you demonic darlings?"

Quetzal had developed a personal spell of her own. It was fused into the forever green Yuban leaves she wore on her clothing. Whenever she became stimulated by pain the leaves would emanate a powerful spell around her body. The old gods would protect her by spitefully punishing any attacker whose body outweighed their mind and vice versa. It wasn't a common technique. Such a spell usually required the kind of mastery over magic few develop in a lifetime. And Quetzal was convinced that any mage who refused the old gods of Yuba would have no chance at ever casting the spell as effectively as she could.

A gelatinous creature climbed up onto her bust and stuck there, sucking the skin on her collarbone. By then her spell had already activated and the creature's effort to eat her alive were wasted. Quetzal laughed at the thing and began to pet it. "Well aren't you the forward one!" she cooed before announcing "I shall name you Chapo. Now Chapo lets see who among your friends will die by my hand first..." The witch doctor drew her Monkey Spirit Scroll. It was one of her favorite tomes and a staple for any Yuban dark mage. Healing herself would only water down her power.

The quick dog that had unlocked her potential was just that: a speedy dog. Quetzal knew that in the time it would take her to cast the spell the beast could sprint to Aurhalz and back. So that was a no go. And as long as Chapo insisted on being her new best friend then he didn't present a threat either. Though the trail of slime he'd managed to cover her in made it difficult to move. That left only one person. "Mr. Handsy I'm afraid your days are numbered!" Quetzal informed the zombie as her scroll summoned a mighty ape. The purple creature bound toward the zombie and systematically began to tear it limb from limb all while screeching like a fierce Yuban monkey. "See Chapo?" Quetzal pet the creature and fawned over him and her own power. "It's better to be with me than against me. You're an intelligent little demon aren't you?"

[Quetzal equips her Monkey Spirit Scroll]
[Quetzal critically attacks Zombie 20. 170 damage]

 

[Pretzel Heart]

❀ Naira Regenbogen ❀

❀ Location: Just outside Fort Castellum
❀ With: The Stoners and the Blazers
Crossing the Divide

In the midst of her jubilation the Shrine Keeper had set about floating heals to all who needed them...though this process was greatly troubled by the fact that every few seconds Naira was distracted by some peripheral movement or the fact that she had dropped Pipa or the sudden appearance of a new face or accidentally stumbling into someone again. Though she was usually able to slip through the army's cracks, largely unnoticed thanks to her tiny body and quiet ways, now it seemed as if there were crosshairs on her presence, everyone needing her help as spiraling fractals of magical curses, slime-covered wounds, bruises, and gushing blood splattered the bodies of her (soon to be!) friends.

Years ago, when Naira had first made the decision to take up the healing arts, signing her body, soul, and mind over to the Good Lady Naga, she never would have imagined that she'd be one day putting her skills to use in a war. Back then, despite her determination, healing had been more of a hobby...an aside used to delve into her true passion of mechanical and magical tinkering. But now her staff, though often forgotten against the shining presence of her idols, was truly changing lives more than her innovations ever had. A blessing from her could mean the difference between life and death; could help summon the warmth of Naga to defend her kin against the cruel tides of Fate.

The Shrine Keeper didn't know whether to feel gladdened or dishearten at this realization, remaining more in awe than anything. And then, in a few seconds, her mind had sparked to some other wild thought and it had been forgotten.

Thus far she had been wary of going over to the side of the field where the Alliance was grouped. Though she was deafly curious to see what they might have to say, to be able to unite more people with the electrical power of friendship and love! ...she was still stuttered by so many unwanted memories, her own shyness....... But the hapless army seemed not to have brought any skilled healers of their own, and were in certain need of her abilities. She thought she caught more than one hungrily eyeing the pink glow of her staff...

But as the excitement and confusion which had brought on a thrill from the bitter forces uniting had somewhat dissipated, the battalions remained, for the most part, largely separated. She saw one of their own Gryphon Riders swooping overhead to send enthusiastic shrieks of encouragement to both sides, but the Alliance seemed more invested in keeping to itself. Perhaps they weren't as interested in making friends as she had hoped...?

But that only meant the task was up to her!

Rolling up the long sleeves of her Komodan-style dress, Naira clutched Pipa to her chest and marched over the divide to her would-be foes. All in all, they seemed to be faring far more poorly against the monsters. With just one staff, she wouldn't be able to help them all.

Going towards one of the less terrifying looking members, the girl unzipped Pipa and took out yet another of her beloved idols. Funny, she wondered why her hands had started to tremble?

"H-H-Here...y-you guys can use this...it will h-heal you...if you want..."

Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, whispering the prayer that would bring a soft glow to the polished wood. No one could say that the Legion's tiniest recruit wasn't doing her part for peace.

[Naira moves to O16]
[Naira activates Healing Idol]
[Healing Idol (1) is deactivated]

[Mazelle moves to L18 and waits]

[Elta moves to O15]
[Elta uses Just Keep Swimming on Naira]

DoctorDiggles S SirBlazeALot @LiterallyAnyoneInAlliance​

❆ Veilvel Maria Ealisaid ❆

❆ Location: Before Fort Castellum
❆ With: A Dragon that's about to get the Axe and a new crazy idiot girl
Dragon Day Care

His remaining eye narrowed as Veilvel watched the Manakete run off back to her men. He was deeply disturbed by the flippant way in which she had responded to him, as if he wasn't worth the time it took to utter the few crumbs of a sentence she had flung his way. So what if he hadn't been put in charge of this mission? Commander was only a title. He had been the one pulling long nights with Legion tacticians to plot the very battle plans that the Alliance's little get together had thrown to waste. Commander was only something that would hold him back. He didn't need nor care for the eyes of history watching his every move.

Though if that is what it would take to have people pay attention, then so be it. He could assume the useless title if he needed to. Besides, what did a Laguz have over someone like him, with the ancient blood of dragons coursing through his veins?

Glacial fingers gripped the leather of his Hand Axe, slippery with blood that had fallen from the wound he had almost forgotten about in the churning of events. Veil had half a mind to fling it at the Wind Dragon; that would teach her what happened to those who looked down on a Maltian Champion.

As if sensing the terrible actions that his master was about to deploy, Calfuray sleekly coiled his body away from the Alliance Commander, drawing his rider deeper into their own troupes. Of course, this prompted a sharp reaction from the man, who pulled harshly at the dragon's reins.

"What do you think you're doing?" he snapped. But before he could drag the creature back, logic caught up to his ire.

Perhaps she was put off by my armor. Seeing the scales of her brethren, she might have mistook me for a Dragon Hunter...

Veilvel nodded to himself slowly, his hand at last releasing its icy grip upon his blade. Still, whatever small chance at putting aside his deep hatred and misgivings that had flared at the deer-rider's intervention had been extinguished, lost to a cold wind. The Komodan's unsuspecting handiwork, for nothing.

Satisfied that he had controlled his rider, at least for the moment, Calfuray stubbornly planted himself next to another member of their forces. It was yet another girl, this one shivering uncontrollably as if she were lost in the Maltian tundra rather than a heated field of battle. She must have contracted frostbite. Veilvel also noted a cloth covering her eyes. Either she was trying to get herself killed...or she was blind.

As someone who had lost half his sight himself, the man sympathized.

"Do you need assistance? Get on."

The brittle words broke from his lips before he could stop them. He'd have to have a harsh speaking to with his wyvern, later. Since when did one of the fiercest of Maltian warriors become a shuttle for kids?

Annoyed as ever at the turn of events which had robbed him of glory in battle against the Alliance, Veilvel didn't wait for the girl's reply, forcefully pulling her behind him.

"You'll only get yourself killed if you try and fight any longer. At least stay here till the magic has passed."

That settled, he decided that he would begin killing again soon, at any cost. Gold eye darting to take in his surroundings, Veil observed a man wielding a lance standing nearby; they could cover one another's weapon disadvantages.

"Assist me in battle," he shouted to the man, "we're about to need it soon."

[Veilvel moves to L17]
[Veilvel Rescues Mazelle]
[Veilvel Partners Up with Afi]

[Naira moves to M17]
[Naira uses Mend on Veilvel]
[Veilvel heals +80 HP!]

[Reva moves to N17]
[Reva Partners Up with Naira]

CallmeMyth Mothman theplasticdemon S SirBlazeALot​

 

[Truthblade]

Korvalt was getting a bit confused. Are they still fighting the Legion, or are they teaming up? He wasn't sure anymore. But with these monsters showing up, he figured they are probably their new priority. What ever the case, he's still gonna fight the best he can. He just hoped the Legion had no plans to stab them in the back, but that probably wasn't likely.

Looking around, he saw that a rather hideous looking hound that was not to far from them.. Drawing a deep breath, feeling his muscles tensing, he runs as ahead past Zane towards the hound with his axe beside him. Once he was near, he swings his axe with as much force as his arms could exert. The blade clashed , and Korvalt could feel some of it bones snapping. The dog was knocked into the air and fell on to the ground dead. But as it was flung into the air, gold started getting sprayed around from its mouth. What the...how..but...why..? "Korvalt just stared down at the gold that was on the ground. Weeeeellll.....free gold he guessed. Might need to be cleaned later though.

[Korvalt moved to S17]
[Korvalt attacked Mauthe Dog for critical 130 dmg]
[Mauthe Dog is defeated]
[Korvalt mugged 1000 gold]
S SirBlazeALot

 

[SirBlazeALot]

TURN 6
Phase
New Foreigners
Purple guys move at the end of each team's phase >:]

[Bonewalker 1 moves to F16]

[Bonewalker 2 moves to T16]
[Bonewalker 2 attacks Quetzal for 0 damage!]
[Bonewalker 2 stripped Quetzal!]
DoctorDiggles

[Gargoyle 3 moves to E24]

[Gargoyle 4 moves to V24]

[Gorgon 5 disappeared...]

[Gorgon 6 disappeared...]

[Mauthe Dog 7 moves to I23]

[Mauthe Dog 8 moves to R23]

[Blue Mogall 9 moves to H23]

[Blue Mogall 10 moves to S23]

[Banshee 21 moves to K2]

[Banshee 22 moves to P2]

[Black Jelly 23 moves to I19]
[Black Jelly attacks Dali but misses!]
InsaneAsylum

[Black Jelly 24 attacks Quetzal but misses!]
DoctorDiggles

[Zombie 31 moves to E19]

[Zombie 32 moves to W18]

[Green Mogall 33 moves to F22]

[Green Mogall 34 moves to V21]

[Gargoyle 35 moves to F19]

[Gargoyle 36 moves to V18]

[An otherworldly roar can be heard in the distance...]

TURN 7
Phase
United Forces
The New Foreigners will move again on Saturday September 23rd at 12pm PST
Truthblade Hachi Machi DoctorDiggles CallmeMyth ChazGhost Jellyon Count Gensokyo Misuteeku IG42 theplasticdemon Horror Petite Rouge InsaneAsylum Necromantic Pretzel Heart theunderwolf Creek KageYuuki Mothman hosaki​

 

[Mothman]

Whimsey

She was no tactician, but things seemed to be going... Better. Part of her felt that if they had stayed separate, this would be going more smoothly. There seemed to be a handful of people still confused that there was an Alliance in the first place. She'd just moments ago watched a wyvern, likely belonging to who seemed to be the commander of the alliance, growl at one of their troops. At least they didn't have any real infighting to contend with. Though, what was also concerning was their right flank. It seemed the Alliance had a large wall of people ready to defend against the incoming monsters, as well as those ready to pick them off one by one. The Legion, however, had some issues. A couple troops had gone out to assist the young squire, who seemed to be inhibited in some way, though Whimsey couldn't tell how. Though, as much as she wanted to go help, there was only so much she could do to help, as well as defend herself. Although, she had to do something.

She charged ahead, hiding herself in a small bit of forest. Closer to danger than she was really careful with, she trusted her fellow soldiers enough to keep her safe. Her fellow troops seemed quite injured, so now was the time to use what she had practiced.

Without a word from her mouth, the fear of combat keeping her too afraid, she nervously began drumming away. A calm, relaxed song came, as relaxed as a drum can be. A beautiful pink aura stemmed from the drum, flowing to her nearby comrades.

Now to hope for her own safety.

[ Whimsey moves to J17! ]
[ Whimsey drums out an enduring tune! ]
[ S'Zura is healed for 20 health, and her health increases by 20! ]
[ Afi's health increases by 20! ]
[ Charme is healed for 20 health, and his health increases by 20! ]
[ Dali's health increases by 20! ]
[ Emilia is healed for 20 health, and her health increases by 20! ]
[ Veilvel's health increases by 20! ]
[ Whimsey's DEF increases by 1! ]

S SirBlazeALot KageYuuki Creek Mothman InsaneAsylum Necromantic Pretzel Heart

 

[Mothman]

Charme

He was in the groove now. He'd gotten one down, and a nice save alongside it. He'd definitely have some time after the battle to get some flirting in. Though, now wasn't the time to worry about that. There was another one he could save. A girl seemed to be crippled in the middle of the battle field, and out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a bonewalker eyeing her over. The skeleton's next prey. Noticing the sword in his hand, he smirked. Perfect. He always loved fighting swordfighters, it made life super easy. Out ranging was his specialty~.

Though, just as he was about to run off to help, he was stopped by the voice of a allied Wyvern Knight, asking him to stay and help him fight. "Uh...!" He muttered, shaking his head. "Just, gimme a sec! A lady calls!"

With that, he sprinted ahead, face to face with the bonewalker. "Sorry about this." He chuckled, spinning his lance above his head, he quickly thrust it into the skeleton's ribs, watching many of the bones shatter. While the bonewalker had already began to fall to it's knees, Charme raised his lance, thrusting it through the skull of the enemy. It shattered into small pieces. "Whew...! Gotta love that." Letting out a small smirk, he looked over towards the others, hoping someone watched him.

[ Charme moves to G16! ]
[ Charme attacks the Bonewalker 1! ]
[ Charme does like 8,000,000 damage! ]
[ The Bonewalker is defeated! ]

 

[ChazGhost]

Vlad
Location: T19-U18
[Vlads moves to U18]
[Vlad attacks Gargoyle (36)]
[Vlad kills Gargoyle (36)]
[Vlad heals for 12.5)
S SirBlazeALot

 

[Misuteeku]

Quetzal
Location: T16-S16
[Quetzal moves to Q16]
[Quetzal attacks Bonewalker (2)]
[Quetzal kills Bonewalker (2)]

Pandora
Pandora was currently feeling a little safe as of right now. Her allies were close to her, and attempting to slaughter the enemies in front of them. There was a pang of need to heal everyone since they were getting injured. Then she spotted Quetzal grievously wounded with several wounds. Seeing her move back in order to attack a bonewalker, Pandora rushed behind her. While Quetzal would take the damage, at least she would be safe enough to heal her. Taking out her staff, she began to chant words, and a soft green glow showered over Quetzal.

Location: Q15-R16
[Pandora moves to R16]
[Pandora heals Quetzal for 45 HP]
[Quetzal HP: 10 to 55]

 

[InsaneAsylum]

Dali​

Monsters were closing in. The only way that appeared to be safe was towards the fort, and that's where Dali headed. The front lines was no place for a girl like her. Having some bodies between her and a pair of claws made her feel a lot better about her safety. At least, until a menacing roar took all confidence from her body.

Dali had dismissed her dragon form, peering at the approaching monsters from behind a tree. Nearby, was their leader for this mission, S'Zura. She had a few wounds it seemed, but she looked unfazed. A stronger leader made for strong soldiers. Surely she would appreciate this. "S'Zura! Here's a little help from me. Stay safe!" Dali called out, as she raised her hands in the air, causing rays of golden light to cast themselves upon S'Zura. Hopefully she felt good afterwards. Who knows what the vampirism could make this holy stuff do after awhile!

[Dali(5) moves to K15]
[Dali(5) uses Shining Soul on S'Zura(1)]
[End Turn]

S SirBlazeALot KageYuuki

 

[hosaki]

Ari Blomgren

Charme had probably been expecting the attentions of some lovely ladies over his combat prowess, but he would have to settle with the continued ire of one particular archer. Patience wearing thin over how blasé the man was still acting about this life-or-death situation, Ari whirled around to look him square in the face.

"This is a battlefield." He rapped Charme's shoulder with his bow -- his longbow naturally, since touching the fool with his personal hunting bow would probably contaminate it. "So you should act like it."

Out of the peripheral of his vision, Ari saw the horde of demonic spawn encroaching, doggedly trailing them as they retreated towards the fortress.

Rescinding the reach of his bow, he righted it and retrieved an arrow from his quiver. "You know... you could always go to the pub to interact with women..." Contrary to his previous affronted tone, this piece of advice seemed almost conversational in nature.

He eyed the gelatinous mass that was currently glopping along, leaving a trail of singed grass in its wake. It didn't take any additional knowledge of monsters to know that that couldn't be good. When facing such an enemy, formless and thus impenetrable, where did one aim?

"...Unless you can't get any of them to even talk to you without showing off the length of your spear?" The effect of his dry delivery was broken by the small smirk that had snuck its way onto the corner his mouth.

He darted to the left, nocking and releasing his arrow in an instant. Its eye -- that was what he had to aim for. Both his bow and his arm complained against this abuse: the frame of the former groaned whilst resisting the sudden motion, and the nerves of the latter flared up in pain. In its haste, the arrow missed its target by several inches and sank into the soft mass of... whatever that blob was made of. Wisps of smoke trailed upward as the iron arrowhead hissed and began to disintegrate.

[Ari(3) moves to I16]
[Ari(3) attacks Black Jelly 23 and deals 5 damage]
[Black Jelly 23 has 35 HP left]
[Black Jelly 23's movement is reduced by 2 for the remainder of the battle]
[End turn]

S SirBlazeALot Mothman

 

[IG42]

[Iona moves to M15]
Zane
R17 > N16

Throwing away the empty flask Zane felt his head clear a little as the healing effect raced through his body. Running back over the last few minutes in his memory he had the impression that someone had been calling his name, looking around he caught Nayu's eye and realised she had been calling for him. He cursed the monsters under his breath and resolved to make more of an effort to keep calm.

He raised a hand to show he had heard. "Alright, I'm with you! Let's-" At that moment a thunderous roar sounded in the distance, it was unfamiliar to him but the rage he heard in the sound reminded him of a time he had come across a wyvern that had been driven mad by wounds sustained from crash landing in a patch of particularly wicked cacti after a fight with a rival wyvern.

Shaking off the twinge of fear he waved to his partner. "Nayu! Come this way." Stepping off he staggered over to the healing totem one of the others had placed near the fort entrance, feeling the ice in his joints he stumbled past the totem and leaned against it shivering violently.
[Zane moves to N16]
[Zane takes 25 damage]

CallmeMyth

Lothric
S17 > S15
[Lothric moves to S15]
[Lothric attacks Black Jelly (24) for 50 damage, squishing things is becoming a bit of a habit for him.]

 

[CallmeMyth]

As she continued to watch the chaos that unfolded around her, Nayu was startled as she noticed someone was behind her. She snapped her scaled head around to face the person, baring her fangs in a snarl. She allowed her jaws to relax as she realized the person was a member of The Legion of Stone, and thus, an ally. Her ears pricked up as she noticed that the man was speaking to her, and she recognized him from earlier by his long hair and dark skin. She hoped that she hadn't frightened the man with her maw of sharp teeth, and she looked at him with confusion in her eyes as he apologized for the earlier spell he had put her under. She wasn't sure why the man felt it necessary to apologize to her, but the sentiment had taken her by surprise. If she had been annoyed before, she felt nothing now.

"Dont...mention it." She replied shyly, before turning her head away. She wondered if it was possible for humans to recognize embarrassment on a dragon's face. Shoving the thought away, she turned to look at Zane as she tried to figure out why he hadn't responded to her. Just then, Nayu heard a vicious roar in the distance, and for the first time since the battle began Nayu felt fear travel through her scales. She saw Zane toss what appeared to be the remains of a vulnerary onto the ground, before acknowledging her presence and telling her to follow him. Without hesitation she proceeded to run after him along the ground, feeling the earth beneath her claws as she tried her best to keep pace with his small human form.

The two of them came to a halt near a healing idol, which had likely been placed by a member of The Legion. Nayu's eyes narrowed as she gazed at Zane, taking notice for the first time the way that his body shook violently. "Are you alright, Zane?" She asked him, not bothering to hide the concern in her voice. It was apparent that he had sustained a serious injury from fighting, and Nayu worried whether he would be alright. After all, she considered the Manakete her friend. The last time they had spoken to each other, Nayu had walked away from him. If she allowed him to die here, as commander of The Alliance of Fire, Nayu wasn't sure if she'd be able to forgive herself.

[Nayu moves to M16.]
[Nayu is paired up with Zane!]

IG42
Creek
S SirBlazeALot ​

 

[KageYuuki]

S'Zura sighed, with vulnerary having done its job she shifted back to her primal form. The Panther couldn't help but feel powerless on the battlefield otherwise. Not that this form was much help against the monsters apparently. Damn her weakness, she was unable to protect any of her comrades, be they formal or surprise. It was still strange, the thought of the Alliance helping them so suddenly. Perhaps it was due to both sides being overrun by these wretched beasts.

Hearing the familiar beat of Whimsey's drum, the Laguz felt herself renewed as some of her strength returned to her. Almost immediately after, Dali seemed to cast a spell of her own. "Thank you, both," She said with a slight bow before moving closer to the fort. With a straight shot at the door, she almost went right inside. She probably would have had it not been for the sight of a severely wounded Manakete.

He wasn't one of hers, it was almost tempting to let him die. It would be a rather nasty blow to the Alliance's forces. But it'd also be a crippling blow to what little fighting chance they have.

And that roar in the distance...

"Whimsey! Naira! One of you, your staff, quick!"

[S'Zura moves to M15]

S SirBlazeALot Mothman Pretzel Heart InsaneAsylum

 

[Pretzel Heart]

❀ Naira Regenbogen ❀

❀ Location: Just outside Fort Castellum
❀ With: The Stoners and the Blazers
Trouble in Paradise?

The only member of the Alliance to have responded to her was a suave young musician. The lush color of his magical notes harmonized with Naira's spells, allowing her to reach more people than she ever could alone. While the girl was thankful for such help, she remained disappointed in her paltry contribution as her (soon to be!) friends continued to risk their lives. On top of that, seeing the poor "monsters" of Patrium being so cruelly struck down without even an attempt to speak to them, ask them why they were doing this, or learn their favorite spot to be pet, was starting to put a real damper on the girl's formerly jubilant mood. Was it really so different, even after the two sides had teamed up? They were still fighting a one-sided war.

But most of all, Naira was sorely dispirited by the Alliance's lack of enthusiasm over her efforts. The fact that not a single one of them had even said 'thank you' was almost bordering on the...on the......on the most impolite.

As a young lady, Naira wouldn't have it.

But before she could let such thoughts weigh her down or spring her to action, the Shrine Maiden had caught sight of the Scary Man who had helped her before. Wait...had he helped her? Or had they been arguing? Her brain fizzled but couldn't produce a concrete result. However, she was sure that he had let her ride upon his pearlescent wyvern, and that was enough to realize that she probably shouldn't have let him sit in a pool of his own blood for so long.

While Naira attended the man, their Commander, Panther Laguz S`Zura herself, limped over. She appeared to be in bad health. Not as rough as some of their other comrades, but enough to ignite the fires of the healer's heart. Naira didn't immediately say anything, however. She was just a tiny pawn in the battalion, a piece of driftwood washed ashore upon the strange tides of this unfathomable war. As someone adrift in the scenery, there had never been a reason for her to speak with the woman entrusted to lead. So Naira jolted when the Commander shouted her name, urging her to use her gifts in service of one of the enemy's force.

The Shrine Maiden looked towards the Manakete in question. There were two of them, side by side, leaning against...her idol! She couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at that. Her former bitterness at their lack of thanks forgotten, she could only feel a rush of excitement at the prospect of setting the first stone in a long pathway that would bridge the divide.

Not to mention, the two dragons looked so peaceful, huddled next to one another. One black, the other a shimmering green. A perfect pair...

But wait! Wasn't she supposed to be doing something? Oh, right. The Commander!

"Forgive me for the wait, Commander. Here you go~"

She cheerfully waved her staff in the Laguz's direction, feeling completely accomplished to heal the entirely wrong target. Pipa, who has been propped up on the ground to watch his owner work, seemed to slump over, just a bit.

"Huh? Did you say something, Pipa? Why are you looking at me like that?"

A worried eyebrow raised, the girl knelt down next to the plushy. Ah yes. Scenes of war.

[Naira moves to L14]
[Naira uses Mend on S`Zura]
[S`Zura heals +80 HP!]

[Elta moves to L15]
[Elta uses Just Keep Swimming on Naira]

[Reva moves to N18 and waits]

[Naira moves to N17]
[Naira uses Mend on Zane]
[Zane heals +80 HP!]

DoctorDiggles IG42 KageYuuki S SirBlazeALot​

❆ Veilvel Maria Ealisaid ❆

❆ Location: Before Fort Castellum
❆ With: Incompetent fools
Harsh words

An ominous roar Veilvel could put no source to sounded from the ether. Irritation at the day's failures momentarily melting, the rider immediately looked up towards the skies, his eye roving wildly for the great primordial form that must have spat forth such a word. But there was nothing but the uneasy fog ahead.

Did it come from the Monolith...? But we're nowhere close. The size needed to carry sound so far...

But the shifting of bodies around him stole Veilvel's attention. It seemed as if all parties were finally convening at the great gates to the ancient fort. Whatever the climax of the torturous day's events would be, it would be upon them soon.

And yet the dancer he had attempted to ally himself ignored his offers of partnership, serving only to plunge the Wyvern Knight's mood further, echoing the fall of his eyelid in wrinkled displeasure. Veilvel was about to give the dancer a word of advice on the consequences of not heeding a tactician's orders, when none other than the Commander herself sauntered over. He almost scoffed at the confident way she shouted orders to their healers. Apparently 'Whimsey' and 'Naira' were their names, and though he knew not which was which, one was the little girl he had earlier picked up. Thankfully, the child he had now behind him was a bit less prone to mindless chatter. In fact, it was eerily silent. But if his plan was to be placed in charge of the next mission, he had to first take out the competition.

"With all due respect, Commander, your handling of the conflict today has been atrocious."

Veilvel urged his wyvern forward until he was towering over the small form of their so-called leader. His sharp tongue moved even faster than the sleek mount's claws, releasing his criticisms before anyone could stop it. "You have done little to maintain control among the troupes. And as for strength..." To emphasize all he had to do was crudely gesture, using the part of his axe where his blood had dripped down over silver metal, "...well, the only blood you have shed today has been your own." It was a guess, using what he had observed from the sky. Though it wasn't as if Veilvel had faired much better...but that had been beyond his ability to control. It was Calfuray's fault for trying to drive his hand. The children's for distracting him. And the damned Alliance for stealing his glory with their half-hearted fear-driven truce. His frustration drove the edge of ice into his words, cold voice gushing like the hard spray of snow from a calving glacier. "And now you expect us to continue blindly following your orders?"

He had bit his tongue when it came to the Alliance, mostly because he had been in shock from the Komodan archer's actions. But the Wind Dragon had turned his silence sour, and now the thought of using their healers to help their enemy, while their own men bled, disgusted him. Let it be the fools who do not come prepared perish, by their own folly. "Our men have needier tasks to attend to than cleaning up others' messes. As their Commander, you should have realized that." At least the idiot healer girl had the right idea, ignoring the Laguz's advice, though it was likely more from stupidity than iron will. And with a few whispers from a handsome Alliance man, she was already running off back towards the other side of the battlefield. But Veilvel would not be so easy to budge. Especially not by a woman so green as the Laguz now below him. She had never been tested in the harsh wastelands of Malth. She had never set foot inside the frozen arena. She didn't even seem to carry a single scar.

"But I suppose it's too late for that now. The Commander of the Alliance's force is over there." He tossed his head in the Wind Dragon's direction. "If you plan on finishing what you started, she has requested you speak with her."

[Veilvel moves to M14 and waits]

KageYuuki S SirBlazeALot​

 

[DoctorDiggles]

It was time to find another target. The foul servants of The Monolith were beginning to thin out but they seemed to replenish their numbers just as quickly as they lost them. This revelation strengthened Sami's resolve toward destroying The Monolith. She hoped some members of the Legion had realized this as well. There could be no opportunity to study the foreign object if it kept spawning its vicious minions.

Her ears were met with the sound of a demonic roar somewhere in the distance. The mysterious creature forced her to focus on the battle and she deduced that they would stand a better chance against whatever was coming if they all gathered in the Fort. In an effort to bring everyone together she picked out the most isolated Alliance soldier. The Bat. He blended in quite well among the demons in his monstrous avian form. But he was also good at killing them. Almost as good as herself!

Sami rode to the bat as he downed another gargoyle. "You fight well sir!" she shouted up to him as she loaded an arrow. She released it into the chest of a walking corpse. "We'll need your strength to take the Fort!" Sami fired another arrow into the zombie and watched as Vlad attacked it as well. The zombie was proving to be resilient. She and the bat had gotten a lot of monster kills since this fight began so it was surprising to find that the two of them working together couldn't take down the ragged undead man. \

[Sami moves to U17]
[Sami attacks Zombie 32 twice. 50 damage.]
[Vlad assists Sami. 0 damage.]

ChazGhost
S SirBlazeALot

Quetzal was having a good time fighting monsters. She didn't even mind that one of them managed to seriously damage what little armor she wore. Her spiteful magic protected her from taking any damage from the bonewalker's blow. However it managed to break her top. It shattered and fell to the ground leaving Quetzal's chest exposed to the world for a moment before she brought her arm up to cover herself. She wasn't embarrassed in the slightest. She grinned maniacally at the creature. "That won't be easy to fix you naughty boy! Or... girl... hm." Quetzal shrugged before sending a raging ape toward the skeleton. "Whatever you were you are now a dead one."

She knelt down and set her tome beside her and began to gather the pieces of her ruined armor as the monkey disassembled the skeleton savagely. The task was made quite difficult with one hand. She felt the warmth of a healing staff embrace her. The tingling sensation eased her wounds but she could feel her power slipping away as her wounds healed. She looked over her shoulder at Pandora and whined. "Awww why'd you have to go and spoil my fun little vampire?" Her pout became a mischievous smirk. "Such an act can't go unpunished..." she said ominously.

But Pandora wasn't the only one to ruin Quetzal's fun. Lothric arrived and hacked her new friend Chapo in half. "Chapo! My poor innocent little baby! You monster! How could you!?" Quetzal shouted at Lothric. She looked back to Chapo to mourn his loss only to realize that Chapo hadn't gone anywhere. And that he now had a friend. "Oh?" she looked at the second black jelly in confusion. Her playful attitude turned to intrigue. "Interesting... now I have two Chapos!" She clapped with delight and smiled down at the nefarious jellies.

Misuteeku
IG42

 

[theplasticdemon]

Fynola Dahl
As High As Honour​

As Barin's screech appeared to slightly resonate within some of the warriors, Fynola knew she would not be able to fight. At least not with her... vulnerable state. She refused to let such a trivial matter dampen her performance in the war, even if it had forced her into a support role when her job was to protect. Closing her eyes to focus on the tides of battle, Fynola heard a mix of noise, as there was no other way to put it. Uncertain of what to feel, there were sounds of support on one end and pain on the other. The soothing sensation of her idol released a wave of calm over the battlefield she had not thought possible. It was different from the world in Malth.

While the truce was shaky at best, there was no reason why the discipline and honour Fynola had admired in her comrades could not be extended. Neither the Legion nor the Alliance could truly win in the midst of monsters. Battles were not about mere glory, they were much more. Though, the gryphon rider would be lying if the Alliance's unfazed reaction had not stung. In the winds of Malth, a gryphon's screech was their own battle cry. It intended to bring strength, a Maltian's greatest virtue. Am I strong enough? The brunette sighed, gripping her reigns. Perhaps not.

Brushing off self-conscious thoughts in exchange for duty, she looked towards her commander for faith and received quite the opposite treatment. The fellow Maltian acted rough around the edges, being condescending to those who did not deserve it. Which was everyone. No one deserved to be spoken to the way he spoke to the panther. Swiftly steering her mount in the wyvern knight’s direction, Fynola greeted him with a nod.

“Have faith in the Legion’s commander, fellow comrade.” Fynola’s tone was not accusatory in any way, simply a soft word of reminder. “Each and every warrior has risked their lives to fight. Excuse the commanders for being under stress, soldier.” Barin flew in front of the panther. Fynola planted a gloved hand on the shoulder of the Laguz in a reassuring manner before flying to the front of the fort. The gryphon rider was an optimist at heart. Never one to accuse or demean, she was a woman with the best intentions. Everyone was trying their best and she would sooner die knowing they had fought honourably.

While Fynola could easily have taken a door key and made her way into the throne alone, it was practically suicide to do such a thing. A soldier needed those beside them to fight. From what the half-naked rider’s peripheral, the fortress was rather large and empty. If the fields outside were plagued with monsters, who was to refute the possibility of more being inside? Most of her protection had been taken away from her, even if she was able to fight.

“Our plan is to take the thrones. Will you not aid me in doing so?” She rested near the entrance, beckoning him. “I am uncertain as to what will lie ahead, though, we will have a higher chance of survival together than alone.”

[ Fynola moves to N14 and waits ]

Pretzel Heart KageYuuki S SirBlazeALot

 

[Count Gensokyo]

Kayo Yasunaga​

With the 'new arrivals' fast approaching the now-united forces' position, Kayo waited for a prime opportunity to strike and hold some of their forces at bay. The tiger creeped behind a large log, peeking out onto the otherwise open fields. A strange, faceless being was sliding along the withered grass towards a fit man equipped with an axe, and as she noticed the demon focus its attention on her nearby allies, she saw her moment to pounce.

On the outskirts of the forest, a swordsman was situated as if waiting for the enemy to come to him instead. Kayo quickly grabbed the man's attention, requesting that he follow her. The two of them met outside the small wooded area, creeping up to the Black Slime as well as they could for two people with loud, heavy weapons.

​

By the time the slime began to turn around, Kayo had already lunged at the monster with her claws, shredding it into little chunks with two swipes of her paws. With a relieved sigh, the tiger backed away from her target and surveyed the rest of the plains outside the castle. She tried her best to rub some of the weird liquid that the strange beast had lost when it was torn apart, but it didn't seem to be as easy to wipe off as blood.

Kayo hadn't truly gotten much time to think about the implications of working alongside her so-called 'sworn enemies', and for now, the priestess couldn't focus on anything but the battle at hand.


[Melnax moved to S14.]
[Kayo moved to T14.]
[Kayo attacks the Black Slime(24) for 50 damage!]
[Black Slime(24) is defeated!]

 

[Creek]

Afi... may have squeaked a little as the manakete flashed her teeth at him. Just a little. Those things were like knives! Oh god she was going to eat him. Did manaketes eat people? He let himself relax slightly as her lips fell over her teeth again, though, and then a relieved smile found its way to his face as he learned that she wasn't actually angry at him. He had no idea what he would have done if she was mad, especially considering the truce, but that fortunately wasn't something he was going to have to worry about. He took a moment to breathe a sigh of relief. Good, now there was no one around who might be mad at him. No one at all. He was sure that he wasn't doing anything to annoy anyone such as inadvertently ignoring them while distracted by a large dragon.

His sense of relief disappeared almost immediately when an unearthly roar shook the air. Afi spun, dark eyes scanning the tree line, and felt a knot of unease form in the pit of his stomach. He saw nothing, but he really wanted to get inside that fort as quickly as possible. No way was he going to be out here when whatever made that noise showed up. He didn't exactly want to be the first one in either, though, so all he actually ended up doing was gripping his lance tighter while rooted to the spot. "Er, what was that?" The dancer asked nervously, the question directed to no one in particular.

[Afi stays put]
[Turn Ends]

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