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"We sent three scouts in there. None of them returned."
No fires. The gate's ominous, azure glow reached over the tops of towering trees. It was barely enough to see. Those that dared use a lantern, or a torch, kept them on for seconds as they searched barrels or crates. The king had given them just enough to hold this section of the canyon. Hoshidan forces waited across the ravine. Their forts, reduced to silhouettes by night and shadow. Anxious troops watched them for movement, hoping that the otherworldly beasts kept to that side of the bridge.
"Iago was meant to set up some sort of command center once through the gate, but again. Nothing. No reports have come out. We have reason to believe he may be dealing with hostile forces, but don't count him dead. That man, he's tricky. And personally," The scribe said. "He scares the hell out of me."
Four tents held resting soldiers, each facing each other. A larger tent rested in their center. Its leather walls sighed traces of the lantern glowing inside of it. The scribe nodded to some dazed man, earning one in return before holding the tent open. A single, wooden, table waited inside. It was dominated by a lantern-topped map, portraying the surrounding lands. Circles and x's marred the paper terrain.
"General. Your reinforcements are here." The scribe said, backing away as the general flicked her wrist.
Beige, baggy sleeves danced with her motion, choked off by purple gloves. Sleeves faded into a black and gold pauldron, which stretched around her neck. The bosom below, exposed ample cleavage. Her slender stomach laid covered by a combination of dark cloth and metal. Pale, near dead skin surrounded gray lips, flanked by strands of curling, brown hair. Her head, topped by ornate gold and fanning black.
"Welcome." She said. Her voice, flat. "I'm General Daniela. And I'm guessing the scribe has filled you in with most details. What he doesn't know is that the creatures have moved their assault. A few of their forces have spawned on our side. We don't know if this is purposeful, or chance tosses them to us. However, consider any unknown entity hostile once you get through. Your main objective will be to locate Iago. Secondary, see if you can find any of the scouts and get a report. Know now, there is no back up. No one is coming in after you. If you don't report in three days, our focus goes to protecting the land."
A purple finger traces along the map as she contemplated her next words.
"As you read in your letter, we don't know what's on the other side. So, travel light. You may only bring five things with you. So, state what you're bringing now. And your name. And I guess, ask any questions you might have."
Among those who answered the call, the witch Ursula was probably the most nervous. While she may be adept in combat and assassination, anything that spoke of an strange, alien dimension on the other side of that blasted portal (with no promise of return, she would add) was discomforting.
"Ursula von Brandt," she answered with a gentle curtsey, "All I have with me is a Flux tome. I prefer traveling light, after all." Her fingers fidgeted on the tome in her hands, "... Have there been any creatures that came out from that portal recently? If so, I would like to know what we might be up against..." She cleared her throat to supply a rapidly-diminishing stoic demeanor, "Not that I am afraid of what lies in wait."
Level 06: MERCENARY
[HP 22] [STR 16] [MAG 00]
[SKL 09] [SPD 13]
[DEF 10] [RES 02]
Iron Sword (D), MT 6 @ 85 HIT%
Skill #1 - Good Fortune: Learned at level 1
At the start of every round, this unit may roll under their SKILL stat. If the check succeeds, then this unit recovers five health points.
There was no need for anything fancy, his blade and his armor was all that he'd be bringing. Aside from a satchel filled with four canteens of water and five apples, there was nothing else he'd be taking along. The bag by his hip is given a thoughtful glance before his attention turns back towards General Daniela. A fist slams into the left breast plate, his torso bent forward to bow from the waist up.
"Kyverian Alto, reporting from one of the border fortresses." Once his introduction was done, he soon speaks on what he intended to bring, "Four cateens of water, five apples, a bronze sword, and my armor." The black plates have kept him alive thus far, there was no reason to abandon them now. "Should I find a scout, they will receive something." On the off-chance that some water and fruit would help restore their spirit, the Border guard would be all the more glad to offer some. Silence soon falls over him, awaiting to hear Ursula's question answered. The more informed they were, the better their odds. Hopefully, the General saw it the same way.
Leliana approached the tent cautiously. She'd left her horse and her cat in the safest hands she could think of, her old mercenary guild. Gloved hand resting her sword, she slipped into the command tent in time to hear the question. "Leliana Blanc, ready to serve. I have need of nothing bar my sword," she didn't spare a glance for the other people in her room, though that itself was impossible to tell beneath her hood.
Leliana held no reservations abour heading through the gate. She'd not travelled beyond one before, but her mother had spoken of them, and the world's on the other side had never seemed too bad.
Good Fortune: At the start of every round, this unit may roll under their SKILL stat. If the check succeeds, then this unit recovers five health points.
The elven woman was no stranger to aiding her country when trouble arose. Trouble led to violence. That was where she could step in. The woman approached in her long dress, not entirely suitable attire for a battlefield, but Lydia wasn't exactly made for the front lines. She spoke strongly and with confidence to the General. "My name is Lydia Chant. I bring aid from Marcarth. I have the knowledge to Mend wounds, Silence mages if these creatures are caused by dark magic and Enfeeble the strongest of enemies. I do also carry a Wane Festel for distant healing and a Vulenary for myself." With two staves and a vulenary, Lydia was ready to take on the army. Though she was lacking in food, though foraging herbs and mushrooms in the woods wouldn't be difficult in a pinch.
Was it her hair color? Or the grim resemblance in the way she dressed? As Serena Leigh walked passed ragged tents, nameless soldiers watched her. They knew the seeker, if that's what she truly was. But, made up titles weren't going to help in distant worlds. She followed the well-dressed elven woman into the commander's tent. There was a vague familiarity to the woman in front of her. Name, lost to memory. How long had Serena been on her journey? Too long for nothing to have changed.
"Serena." The seeker said. "I have nothing more than my bows. One magical, one normal."
Skill +2: As long as this skill is equipped, the unit get +2 skill
Ursula “Von Brandt?” The general questioned. Narrow eyes scrutinized the woman's curtsey. Her tone borrowed disgust. “Proper. You're a long way from the higher class.” Her back straightened. Foul, fanning crown, hanging high. Gloved hands joined behind her back. “Yes. Emerging creatures have come in two classifications. Strange beasts. We count them among common means, there's just something wrong about them. Think tarvos, yet with mutations that leave it just close enough to identify. We've also encountered one beyond anything we recognized. It was a strange beast, capable of duplicating itself. Beyond that, there's the undead. Alone, they post very little threat. All bodies have been burned once dealt with. We do not know what kind of disease these things carry.”
Kyverian “A border fortress?” Daniela turned. Her cruel demeanor faded, replaced with dutiful curiosity. “Do you have anything to report then?” She studied the man, stopping at his satchel when he talked about aiding the scout. Moral was important, history proved that lesson, but she doubted their scouts would be in any position to eat. No words, the general nodded. “I see your fort has ample supply then, or they wouldn't have been willing to part with food.”
Leliana “Lower the hood.” Daniela ordered. Her scowl singed Leliana. “There'll be no secrecy in my tent. How do I know you aren't some Hoshidan assassin that finally grew some steel and charged into my camp.” The general's hand slid to her belt line, hovering close to the obvious blade tucked at her hip.
Lydia Chant “Marcarth? And a healer?” A pleased frown curved across her face as she nodded. “Good to know they can do more than dance there.” Her voice grew cold. “Brave of you to go charging into battle with strangers. You sure you can handle that? They will need to be healed, but if you get lost you become a liability. And with all that weight, you may slow them down.”
Serena Aside from a hateful scowl, silent threats, Daniela had no words for Serena. The blue haired woman didn't turn away from the general's anger, but there was no challenge. A short scoff turned the general back to her table.
Leliana merely cocked her head slightly, before she reached for her blade. There was a click, and she placed the unbuckled weapon on the table. "If I remove my hood, you will surely think me a hoshidan spy here to kill you. Know then, I could have killed you at any point, General. It would have been over before you had a chance to blink. Keep that, and my undying loyalty to Nohr in mind, when I lower my hood."
She didn't give the general a chance to respond, her gloved hands grapsing the edge of the enchanted hood. She paused to make sure no-one else was in the tent, or indeed, looking in, before she lowered it. Her ears twitched as they were freed from the hood, her hair pooling in the hood and around her shoulders.
Good Fortune: At the start of every round, this unit may roll under their SKILL stat. If the check succeeds, then this unit recovers five health points.
Ursula’s arms crossed tightly at the general’s derisive remark, yet her question had been answered. The monsters were out of the ordinary, and the sorts that were described brought about newfound interest. Her hands no longer twitched, and thus they gripped onto her tome all the tighter.
What new secrets would she uncover by studying the corpses of the slain? How very exciting...
Now, the hooded woman, ah, a kitsune, revealed her identity. A long, wry smile crept on the witch’s face, but she said nothing.
Should that person fall... it wouldn’t hurt to take a sample of her blood for scientific purposes.
Shadowgift - Units with Shadowgift may use Dark Magic
Daniela's scowl darkened. The sagging lines of age stretched thin, called into place by suspicion as she watched the hooded woman set her blade along the table. Anger replaced suspicion. She drew the blade and tossed it through the tent's leather wall. The exaggerated flick of her left wrist distracted from her rising right hand. The air grew colder as its heat was sucked to her palm. The explosion was instant. Its light, existing before fire shot from her hand.
Daniela's attack on Leliana, chance of 88. Roll:5urwMGXf1d100
Hit, damage dealt: 14
The explosive blast launched Leliana through the tents hanging flaps. Daniela eyed the surrounding volunteers, waiting for retaliation before pushing her way out of the tent. She approached the burned woman.
“Listen.” The general said. Her voice, near whisper. “I don't care if you're human, or a damn fox, no one talks to me that way. You think you can walk into my camp and say something so stupid, so arrogant? Think you're strong enough to kill me? Stand. Or swallow your pride, and kneel.”
Soldiers watched from their tents. None of them moved, hoping the night would shield them from Daniela's wrath.1d100
Serena watched the exchange in silence. Instinct pushed her back as the stranger insulted Daniela. Sudden heat caught her attention and the seeker backed into tent before the general's hateful blast pushed the kitsune outside. Gray eyes kept clear of Daniela's scrutiny and Serena watched her stroll outside.
Skill +2: As long as this skill is equipped, the unit get +2 skill
What? What on earth was this reaction? True, the words of the kitsune fell out of line, but for this sudden turn of violence? Uncalled for! Why, a part of her right sleeve had singed from the attack...
Oh, but in no way was she in a position to complain. The general had exhibited a power most dreadful, and to question her right to exercise her authority was a death wish. No, this kitsune was on her own as far as she could tell.
The witch patted down her smoking sleeve before folding her arms, only for the charred bits to tear.
“Bollocks,” she sighed as she brushed away the ashes.
Shadowgift - Units with Shadowgift may use Dark Magic
Leliana saw the attack coming, caught it on her forearm rather than her chest. Still, it sent her flying back, and she tumbled across the ground before coming to a halt. She coughed at the general's words, before shaking her head. "My apologies, General, but I kneel only to our king," she murmured, as she hauled herself to her feet, before bowing deeply."Again, I apologise for speaking out of turn."
Good Fortune: At the start of every round, this unit may roll under their SKILL stat. If the check succeeds, then this unit recovers five health points.
Level 06: MERCENARY
[HP 22] [STR 16] [MAG 00]
[SKL 09] [SPD 13]
[DEF 10] [RES 02]
Iron Sword (D), MT 6 @ 85 HIT%
Skill #1 - Good Fortune: Learned at level 1
At the start of every round, this unit may roll under their SKILL stat. If the check succeeds, then this unit recovers five health points.
The sudden explosion had caught the soldier off guard. An arm is raised to shield himself from the explosive heat, an eye closed as he takes only a step back. He had seen such deadly force from afar, but never so close to himself. He soon turns back over towards Leliana as he follows along with the sudden outburst.
"I recommend you kneel, to show your sincerity to Nohr."
That was all he'd say on the matter, awaiting to see just what the General intended to do.
Fila darts to the side as a singed Kitsune rockets past her, avoiding any stray embers. She had lagged behind the rest of a group a bit; one of the soldiers moving supplies had dropped some of them, and she had stopped to help. Small kindnesses could build up, and she had thought it cost her nothing at the time.
Now however, she was rather curious what had prompted the raucous show of force. After all, if the general was the sort to casually blast their subordinates... But, it was far too late to back out at this point. Fila steps around the Kitsune into clear view of the general, nodding. "Fila Filigree. I've brought a Flux tome and some rations, nothing more." She kept light on her toes, ready to dodge anymore friendly fire the general might decide to indulge in.
>Heartseeker: This unit receives bonuses when attacking opponents in defensive support and guard. +10 HIT on defensive supporting units. +20 HIT for guarding unit. +15 HIT for guarded unit.
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