Spikes and Shale (Stage one, Alliance, DI)

[King Redgar Karligar]

Redgar considered this amendment to his plan. It was still his plan, but the actors were in different places. A good field commander was flexible with the situation. If the Skaldi-man-without-a-tail wanted to go in head first and soak up the attention that was amenable to Redgar's idiom only in that he'd be riding into the camp from the mountainside anyway and would be highly visible in all his glory as soon as he does so.

"That's agreeable. We should strike soon. While the night still grips this land."

He had nothing else to add at the moment.

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Hacklung: 40
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[Jorkahn Wealddir]

Jorkahn nodded at Redgar's words. "Correct you are my lord. I'll get moving then." The Champion motioned to Tyr and began walking in the direction of the camp. If the larger man wanted to take the lead he could. The half-elkagr suddenly stopped as if suddenly remembering something. "Oh, the Skaldi man said you would know the signal to attack when you saw it. Best of luck my lords." He gave one last bow towards Redgar and Kell before slipping into the night, assuming nothing stopped him that is.

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Thresh: 50
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[Kell Lo'Tharan]

It seems that the plans had been somewhat changed by the input of the Skaldi directed through Jorkahn. He didn't know the Skaldi at all, but he knew Jorkahn and knew him to be quite reliable and formiddable by himself, and the fact he seemed on good terms with the Skaldi allowed Kell to presume he was something similar in terms of strength and reliability. Even if he wasn't necessarily then he definitely appeared to have the heaviest armour of the lot of them by quite a margin, especially considering Redgar wore next to none.

Of course Kell would have been signalling his agreement to the revised plan of attack and wholeheartedly supporting it, that was if he wasn't currently coughing up chunks of his lung and a solid amount of his blood.

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Roll to recover Hacklung: 20
EfM54Hb9-Success

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Fortunately it was moments before Jorkahn set off that the coughing abated, it seemed that for now his body had fought off some of the more severe symptoms of the disease. It wasn't by any means gone, it still lingered inside of him, but for now it lay dormant once again. For how long he was unsure, but it was long enough for certain to offer a bow and a wave to Jorkahn's departure before turning to Redgar mounted atop his wolf. 

It seemed unlikely that the Duke would offer him a ride on the wolf, hopefully he'd at least slow it's pace so that Kell could keep up, that would make the most sense tactically after all for them to both push in at the same time from their flanking position. Speaking of that it seemed as though they should start moving as well so that they were in position for when Jorkahn and the Skaldi began their own attack.

A small cough and a speck of blood reminded Kell of the damage done, his lungs may for now remain silent but they weren't undamaged, Kell's gaze became unfocussed for a moment as he focussed on his own wellspring energy and fed it into his lungs, using it to quicken the healing process to a point where he was nearly back to new.

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MP:390/390 (-15, +30, -10)

Skill used
Minor Heal
Description: Kell nourishes himself or another's body with wellspring energy in order to aid healing
Effect: Heals 50HP. Halves bleeding effects
MP Cost: 10MP
*Thaumaturgy M* *Healing I*

[Tyr]

Hacklung threshold 30.
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32, success.

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Tyr followed Jorkahn as he left, trusting his companion to lead them true. He was a trained hunter after all, and if anyone was going to find the right path it would be the lad. Tyr was just the armored muscle in this case. Speaking of which, now was probably a good time to share more of the battle plan, seeing as Jorkahn would be following him into the camp. He stuck with Sissak however, not sure if anyone would be listening but also for the continued practice of it. The more it passed from his tongue the easier it was to make the basic sounds required for it, as well as find adaptive meanings of words.

*I will smash their gate in and draw their attention. They will fear me, as they did once before.* During the siege of Morith he had terrified an entire company by smashing their front lines back with one blow. He would shatter the camp's front gate, if they had one, with the same move and go from there. *Then rain death upon them.* He found himself to be impressively cold and vicious in the Sissak tongue, but then maybe that was just his inner feelings towards the SKC made manifest? While the government had at least kept the people alive, they'd also committed numerous atrocities towards those very same people. Tyr was angry. Boiling over even, with the type of anger that would scorch a man. Or in this case, one very specific despotic ruler.

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Tyr 1815/2000. (+15 from second skin regen)

[Azuloth]

Weather
-Moonset

There are no moons in the night sky. Darkness has increased. Accuracy is reduced by 30%.

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Hanging around the front gate were a trio of guards. One medic, and two footmen. The medic was sitting on a rock with her face in a book, a rarity. The book, that is. The two men were leaning against the palisade of the fort chatting on about something unimportant, when the man on the left changed the subject.

"Hey Shiela, do you ever think we're maybe the bad guys?"

"What?"

"I mean yeah, think about it, we're marching around our country, putting ordinary people to the sword."

"Look, there's nothing ordinary about Elves, mate."

"I didn't ask you. I asked Shiela, we all know how you feel about elves."

"And Skaldi."

"And dark elves."

"Yeah. They ain't human. They come over here from where they're from and start taking over the place. Polluting the land, see? How you think we get that big fucking hole down in verenald?"

"Technically, I think it's part of Innorsford."

"You can fuck off with your 'technically', Shiela. You big bitch."

"Come on man, no Ad Hominem attacks."

"I don't understand what your big, Justean-Fuck-Off words mean. You get it? Look, they're here to kill us off and take our land. Like they did before to the empire. Lord Commander Palejaw is just making sure we get back what is ours."

"Technically... I think the Skaldi were here first."

"FUCK, OFF, SHIELA."

[King Redgar Karligar]

Redgar continued to await the signal. He strove to keep his mind focused upon the plan and the task at hand. The enemy before him would scatter like so many marbles down a hilly street. That is as soon as he rode into the pack and started murdering them like they were nothing. His halberd would do much to eliminate his foes. The strange Skaldi-man-thing was taking his dear sweet time however. It was enough to make Redgar impatient.

Baalrung became impatient too, as master and mount began to imitate one another. The beast began to pace back and forth, sniffing the ground as if looking for something to occupy itself with.

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Hacklung: 50

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And there it was, the dreaded disease reared its ugly head once again. Redgar began coughing into his mailed fist, trying to stifle himself.

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Vitality Check: 20


HP: 360/400·

[Jorkahn Wealddir]

It didn't take them long to reach the front gates. the novice tracker stopped them just out of sight before crouching down in the shadows. The lack of a moon tonight would be beneficial for a moment, but once the fighting began could prove annoying. Jorkahn nodded as Tyr spoke in the Skaldi tongue, a confused look on his face for a moment as he searched his brain for the translation of some of the words. It didn't take him long before he nodded again in understanding. A small, manic smile crept up his face at Tyr's words. They had feared him as well during the battle of Morith, if less so. He was looking forward to the fight, killing SKC gave him some manner of pleasure. It made the half-Elkagr feel like he was avenging his family in some way.

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60 thresh
qn1CJJUx Fail!

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Jorkahn was about to motion Tyr forward but his smile quickly contorted into a face of pain. The lad turned away, a gauntleted hand over his mouth. His upper body convulsed as he attempted to hold in the violent coughs. Through the fits, he motioned Tyr forward anyway. If the larger man wanted to go on without him, assuming he didn't recover right away, that would be fine, he would recover eventually. Fate was an asshole.

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Recovery
44 fail
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[Tyr]

Tyr followed his companion towards the enemy compound, the pair traveling in almost complete silence. Best not to give themselves away on the way after all. Or at least that was probably the professional opinion of what was going on, in Tyr's reality he was just pre-occupied. There was likely to be a heavy amount of bloodshed occurring shortly, and while those fighting for the kingdom possibly deserved it taking life was still tricky for him. He did not active relish it ahead of time, and after the battle there was a measure of processing the event as well. His hands were meant to create, not destroy, but that was something they could easily do just the same.

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Hacklung, threshold 40.
23bX3kLf65, fail.
Recovery auto-success.
HP: 1630/2000 (-200 hacklung, +15 regen)

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Instead of continuing on however, the Duke found himself curled over bleeding from the mouth. Rasping coughs probably ruined their attempt at secrecy, but there was no helping it now. The disease caused problems, and they would have to deal with them. Hopefully they had stopped far enough away that no one would come searching. Tyr recovered fairly quickly however, getting his balance back and attempting to wipe the blood from under his helmet with a mailed hand. All he could do now was wait for Jorkahn to recover, then attempt their opening charge one more time.

[Kell Lo'Tharan]

Now that he'd recovered from the very brief bout of coughing and was fully healed from the effects of it he also stood waiting with the Duke, ready for when they'd have to enter the compound also and begin fighting with the soldiers or whatever else the SKC had inside of it. For now all that they could do was stay as they were, Kell giving himself a very brief pat down across his body to check that his various weapons and equipments were fastened properly and as they should be, a quick examination to ensure his gear was working optimally so that hopefully he'd be safe in the fighting. He wasn't a fighter by profession and nor did he claim to have a great deal of skill with it so it was important that all of his equipment was in place properly.

As much as he'd like to spark up a conversation with the Duke to pass the time it didn't seem that there'd be all that much for them to talk about, they seemed like quite different people in their approach to life and Kell wasn't sure he could bear the conversation that could arise. So for now he'd wait for the signal to attack, surely it would be quite loud and obvious to them when they were supposed to move.

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Threshold for Hacklung: 10
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[Azuloth]

Weather
-Moonset

There are no moons in the night sky. Darkness has increased. Accuracy is reduced by 30%.

Shiela-Detection Check: Threshold: 12
1D100 => 6 SUCCESS

Todd-Detection Check: Threshold: 14
1D100 => 11 SUCCESS

Mickey-Detection Check: Threshold: 14
1D100 => 25 FAILURE

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"Shhh! Did you hear that?"

"Yeah, someone coughing right?"

"Probably someone in camp, I didn't hear shit. Everyone's got the Hacklung."

"No.. RIGHT THERE! THERE IT IS AGAIN! SOUND THE ALARM!"

"WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!"

The squad out front went into the fort immediately, the door of the palisade shut behind them. Archers clamored up onto the wall. They lit their arrows at the braziers and fired into the darkness. Some of the missiles hit pools of pitch that had been set a fair distance away in random spots around the wall, giving more light to the defenders. Tyr and Jorkahn were illuminated by that light.

"Focus those mongrels down!"

Both Tyr and Jorkahn would find themselves under fire from the fort, dozens of arrows seeking the weak points in their armor.

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Fifty at-target missiles fired at Tyr, 25 at Jorkahn.

SPOILER: Click to show

1D50 => 11 Hits on Tyr
1D15 => 75 Side
1D15 => 6 Chest
1D15 => 2 Face
1D15 => 5 Side
1D15 => 2 Face
1D15 => 10 Fore Arm (Left)
1D15 => 1 Head
1D15 => 14 Lower Leg
1D15 => 12 Groin
1D15 => 13 Thigh (Right
1D15 => 1 Head
All Invulnerability Saves.

1D25 => 18 Hits on Jorkahn
1D15 => 14 Lower Leg (Right)
1D15 => 4 Shoulder (Right
1D15 => 7 8 Abdomen
1D15 => 11 Hand (Right
1D15 => 12 Groin
1D15 => 14 Lower Leg (Left)
1D15 => 1 Head)
1D15 => 5 Side
1D15 => 5 Side
1D15 => 10 Fore Arm (Right)
1D15 => 1 Head
1D15 => 15 Foot (Left)
1D15 => 13 Thigh (Right)
1D15 => 12 Groin
1D15 => 6 Chest
1D15 => 4 Shoulder
1D15 => 9 Upper Arm
1D15 => 6 Chest

All Invulnerability Saves.

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"The Arrows! They do nothing!"

"Get Clasher up here!"

[Jorkahn Wealddir]

Jorkahn would have continued to motion Tyr forward had they not been assailed by a torrent of arrows. They had been spotted. Of course this accursed disease would crop up at this very moment. Fortunately, Tyr was there to protect him in more ways than one. The superb craftsmanship of his armor kept the arrows from striking true as the young half-breed struggled to breathe on the ground. Tyr recovered so quickly from his coughing fit that the Champion didn't even notice he had succumbed for a moment. Hopefully, he would be able to do the same.

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Thresh 35 hRwiUCVQ Failed!

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It seemed that Tyr's Ritgr was significantly less sturdy than his lord. More blood flowed from the lad's mouth as he tried to stand up, only succeeding to fall back down on the floor. He frantically motioned Tyr to continue. He had confidence the giant of a man could handle himself, it may also prove safer for the both of them for Jorkahn to catch up when he could.

[King Redgar Karligar]

Redgar remembered what he was supposed to be doing as soon as the sounds of battle rang out when he recovered from his coughing fit. He gestured for the small drokagr man to join him on the back of Baalrung. If the dark elf did or didn't, Redgar would proceed with the mission. He spurned his dire wolf forward towards where battle was joined. The wolf ran along the edge of the darkness, just out of the light, at his master's direction. Redgar could see that the Skaldi-man and Jorkahn were under fire. They looked like they weren't in a terrible way, he didn't need to intervene there. Baalrung had no armor. He didn't want the animal to get too wounded. Up the mountain it was.

He moved to flank and hit the slope at a run. Looking for that perfect angle of height to leap over the palisade. Just a few hundred more meters now.

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HP: 360/400
Hacklung: 10
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[Tyr]

Hacklung threshold 10. ivmliBYd 31, success.

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Seems like they were found, no point to hiding anymore. Tyr stood and watched the arrows fly, raining down on them only to ping off the metal plates of their armor. It wasn't easy to punch through what the Duke made with his own two hands, and he could definitely be proud of his work now. It had directly saved both of their lives. Hopefully it would continue to do just that. With a glance down at his Ritgr, Tyr was momentarily torn as to how he should proceed. Jorkahn was basically defenseless here, coughing his lungs out and unable to move. Tyr could try and direct all the attention to himself, and that might save his friend, or he could be surrounded and the effort would be pointless. Alternatively he could drag Jorkahn along, but that was literally bringing him into danger. Decisions...

The lad waved him on and that was it. Best he could hope for was a quick resolution to the fray, and the lad's coughing. Tyr ran towards the gate, crossing the distance as quickly as he could. Fury started to build in his system and he crashed against the palisade door, both fists driving hard into the wood. The ground quaked, dirt flew, and Tyr readied himself for the result of his strike. With any luck the gate would crash down and he'd be left with an awed company to beat down. Redgar would hopefully get the signal and start his own attack in the back of the camp.

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Str/Vit/Agi/K 100, Ch 50, D 40, ST 50, T 97, EN 50, P 70
HP: 1645/2000 (+15 regen)
Actions
1 - Run to the gate.
2 - Power Swing/Quake on the palisade door. (150 Str crushing check on the door to knock it down)
3 - Block/block any incoming direct attacks.

[Kell Lo'Tharan]

When motioned to do so by the good Duke, Kell would carefully climb up onto the back of the direwolf. He'd never ridden such a beast before, and his experience even with riding horses was highly limited, that is to say that he'd never ridden a horse before in his entire life. Still once he was on the back of the beast it didn't seem too bad, he did have a few moments of quandry over where to put his hands, he couldn't exactly wrap them around the Duke that was likely to be very inappropriate but at the same time he wanted that further surety of being able to stay on rather than just holding the wolf with his legs and hoping for the best.



They were moving before he'd even made a decision and so Kell grabbed onto what pieces of the saddle he could between his legs, holding it tight and hopign it was sturdy enough. It wasn't that he needed the extra support that badly as it seemed his legs were sufficient for now, but it was his first time so he was nervous.



Of course as fate would have it he once again succumbed to the plague, a splurt of blood came out with a huge cough that ripped through his lungs, he turned his head but still some of it would likely hit the Duke in front of him. He attempted to apologise but was racked with further coughing as he tried to hold onto the moving wolf, if before he'd thought it was nerve wracking now he had no time to even contemplate it as he was caught in the grip of the severe pain decimating his insides.

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PlKwnFnd- Haclung 20 threshold Succumbed

- 20, does not recover

·

[Azuloth]

Weather
-Moonset

There are no moons in the night sky. Darkness has increased. Accuracy is reduced by 30%.

---

The palisade gate groaned, creaked, and then screamed as it shattered. The earth ruptured underneath it. It's iron fastenings wrenched apart and the logs were taken their respective distances. A few men that weren't paying attention to much of anything were squashed as were a few of the unlucky. The company was still scrambling about inside the fort. Archers were changing their positions now that the gates had been breached. Their sergeants shouting orders to assume a different formation. They clattered down their stairs filling in behind footmen as those troops began to form up in a semicircle around the breach. Another flock of arrows took flight, flitting through the air towards Tyr. Only about twenty two would meet their mark, the others pincushioned the ground around him and behind him. Those that met his armor broke as if meeting a stone wall or slid off him harmlessly. The fire was ineffective.

"Go for his eyes you fools! Get an arrow in that visor!"

Another twenty five arrows were fired, but twenty two would strike true at the Duke's helmet. Ringing it like a bell. What were those odds? Still, the armor was too tough, the accuracy too low, for the archers to get a decisive ocular hit.

A tall warrior strutted through the ranks. He wore simple plate armor, and carried a pair of longswords. The soldiers made way for him.

"I am Clasher. Magehunter. Flee now, before you're destroyed."

He was a man of few words. He took a stance that left both weapons tilted towards his foe, one high the other low.

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Clasher



Stats
Str: 113 Vit: 94 Agi: 94 Ch: 61 ST: 53 T: 103 D: 75 EN: 79 P: 79 K: 76
HP: 1880/1880 Stm: 2124/2124 MP: 1414/1414

Chance to hit Tyr: 44 (-30%) 30.8

Armor:
Sturdy Plate Armor: 110 DR All zones.

Weapons:
Right: Slasher
-Dmg: 240 (Ripping, Slashing)
Left: Stabber
-Dmg: 240 (Piercing)

Skills

Victory Slash
-Enhances a regular sword swing with magic.
-+100 Magic Dmg.
-Mp Cost: 50

Breaking Stab
-Enhances a regular sword stab with magic.
-+100 Magic Dmg.
-Mp Cost: 50

Parry and Strike!
-Clasher parries an attack with one weapon and follows up with an attack as a free action once a turn.
-If he parries with the right sword, he attacks with the left and vice versa.
-Passive: Once per turn.
-Mp Cost: 20 per turn.

Crushing Kick
-Clasher kicks his foe, sending them flying with his monstrous strength.
-Enemy flies: 1d5 meters backwards.
-Deals strength dmg+100
-Mp Cost: 30

Disarm
-Clasher is a highly skilled duelist. He can disarm a foe with his swordplay alone.
-5% chance to disarm a foe.
-If the foe is disarmed they must spend an action to retrieve their weapon.
-Mp Cost: 20

Never Quit
-One in five damage dealing hits on Clasher deals damage to his stamina instead of his HP. Effects apply normally.
-Passive.
-MP Cost: 10 per turn.

Electrify
-Clasher's not much of a spellweaver. With this spell he arcs lightning between himself and his opponent, dealing 400 lightning damage to both himself and his target.
-Mp Cost: 110