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Post by Oliander Magnusson on Feb 3, 2017 22:35:51 GMT
A mild combat thread with Ethan.
Going out of his usual route for his small vacations in the wilderness, Oliander encounters a young man named Ethan. Although neither of them have met each other, trouble seems to always find its way to ruin someone's day. Of course that doesn't mean resistance won't be offered.
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He was further out than usual when it came to having a camp out in the wilderness. The water here was formed into layers of white, with no waves and the cries of ocean bound avian flocks nowhere to be found. Oliander grunted as he got over his discomfort of this unfamiliar environment. Snow was fine, but new experiences were both overwhelming and a fresh breath of air. His footsteps crunched against frosted dirt and grass, a brow raised as he observed his current predicament. The more he walked, and the more his brain processed his observations, the wider his grin became, "I think... heh heh, I think this place might just be one of the best damn places I haven't seen yet! Gehahaha!" For the moment he forgot about the cold air and his counterproductive choice of outfit.
The man heaved his bag onto the ground, a few items clunking around inside. Standard materials for camping, none of which happened to be his antiques back on the ship. No thieves were going to break his things or steal them. A few parts of his collection were gifts the old sailor doubted he would ever find replacements for. Even he could think of good ideas once in a while, although quite a few of them were selfish ideas. Any snow on the ground was not deep enough to be an issue, making it a perfect chance to set up his tent. Oliander had been walking since morning, and in such an environment he knew keeping his energy together would prove vital for the trip back.
Spikes and wedges hammered into the ground through the sailor's own force. His age didn't cause a setback to his strength. A few people found it odd how the old man retained such a broad shouldered musculature. He wasn't cheating his way out of it, nor did he do anything that would be considered special to him. When asked one time, Oliander figured it was due to not sitting around and going out doing some form of physical activity. All the time. A sigh escaped his lips, given a light push to the facial hair surrounding his mouth. Shaving was a waste of time, and also proved to be useful in keeping his face warm to an extent. If the man was a beast adapted to this climate that was a different story.
"Hmm. Place is a bit quiet. Eh, if somethin' happens I'll just punch it in the face," he chuckled, putting away his tools and gazing around the area. He needed firewood, and sitting around wasn't going to make a fire happen any faster. There were a couple trees well within his reach and not too far from his little camp. All the sailor had was his combat axe, but it would do just as good as a proper, logging axe. Oliander wandered over to one of the smaller trees, which would provide enough wood for the day. A grunt came from him as his axe raised to his side, hands gripping the hilt, and starting to swing at the poor trunk.
Why was he back here? Maybe because the mountains felt homely. Maybe because stepping away from chattering voices and replacing them with shallow whispers of wind was good for his soul. No matter the case, it was the traces of snow that hit him the hardest. Even if it was a handful here, a handful there, it still tugged heavily at his weary heart. He picked a small clump up, simply holding it in his exposed palms.
Home. Ice. Cold winds. Sleet. Just over the peak of that mountain, stuffed away where the sun could hardly shine. As the snow melted against his hands, Ethan realized what drew him here. Those wolf-people. They were here, somewhere. There was no way in hell that Nohr left them be and Ethan was here to offer freedom. Such a wild thought and he hadn't fully processed it.
Ethan, a man who wanders with no real sense of direction, was interested in starting a rebellion. Well, it wasn't the rebellion he was after. It was the Ice Tribe. If Nohr would just leave them alone, they could have the rest of the world. Of course it didn't work like that. He continued, lost in thought, oblivious to his surroundings. Occasionally the wind would speak and offer him its comforting, chilling caress. It only fueled him further.
Heavy whacks broke his thought and echoed through the range. Ethan drew his sword and crouched, sneaking to the nearest berry bush. He became suddenly aware of his surroundings. Timing his steps with the uncertain whacking's uncertain Rhythm, the wanderer crept closer to sound.
Louder and louder, the sound boomed against nothing. It stirred Ethan's imagination. Wolf-folk. They had to have been building a battering ram. The kind of ram they would use to storm Windmire and tear down its oppressive walls. The kind of ram that would slam justice and light upon the people of Nohr. The kind of ram being created by the world's largest old guy. Ethan froze at the thought, realizing the situation in front of him.
"What?" He questioned, staring at the man's large muscles and barrel chest. He had seen many things in his travels: strange gates, people who could turn into dragons, and even people being brutally murdered. Why was it the muscle bound old man that confused him?
Good Fortune: Learned at level 1 Every turn rotation you may roll against your SKILL stat. If the rolled number is under SKILL you gain back ten health points.
Strong Riposte: Learned at level 10 When attacking a unit that has already attacked this unit, this round, this unit deals an additional three damage.
Lunge: Learned at level 10 (Option 2) Swap spaces with an enemy after an attack.
Post by Oliander Magnusson on Feb 3, 2017 23:30:10 GMT
Repetitive strikes forced the wood to split further and further into the sturdy trunk. He felt the impact's force shudder through his arms, which did nothing more than tense and endure each attack. Enough trees were in this area for him to update his ship's hull. There was not any danger of his pride and joy falling apart, collapsing into the sea, but a few planks had the potential to cause more damage than he would have liked. As much as Oliander would enjoy lugging around excessive amounts of either, it would take more effort to go up and down this area, and would take way too much time. He knew by now how valuable time was when out a sea. Going off the set course for too long was a great way to never find land again.
As his axe soared through the air to deliver the final blow a noise rang through is ears. Oliander quirked a brow, letting his weapon rest on the ground while the tree fell to its demise. The tree was just a foot or two taller than him, so the crash should not be too disruptive. "Hello," he inquired to the, as far as he knew, lifeless snow plain. His baritone hum echoed into the air, his thoughts gnawing at his brain, Well that was stupid of me. Nobody in their right mind would just respond to THAT. The sailor heaved his axe over his shoulder, one hand gripping the hilt. Slicing up the tree into usable firewood could be done in a moment. Some guest or another may have dropped by.
The sailor began to wander towards where the sound came from. A berry bush nearby caught his attention, and was the most suspicious place in the area by far. He got optimistic, facing the bush and stabbing his axe into the ground in front of the plant. No need to just hold it at the ready if the culprit was some innocent fellow. Leaning on his weapon's hilt the man crouched forward to investigate. There was an odd little thing in the form of the color blue, and few things in this area were blue. He stood to his full height to get a better look, now leaning over and discovering what the truth behind this strange encounter was. "Oooh," the veteran captain stated, blinking as he got a look at the blue haired fellow.
Silence came from Oliander, trying to get a grasp of the situation. Yet, he just could not keep a straight face, chuckling with his booming nature, "Ya know, if ya wanted to say hi and ask how my day is, should've just asked!"
"Excuse me?" Ethan blurted out. His voice was incredulous and the wanderer stared on in his stupor.
That laugh was almost as loud as the man's ax. Recovering in a small way, Ethan stood up. He rose slowly, straightening his back. Standing 5'7, the old man stood taller than he did. Life in the Ice Tribe taught Ethan to respect his elders. Another part of his mind returned and Ethan awkwardly stepped from the cover of his bush.
"Um.. How was.. your day?" He asked.
Questioned given, the wanderer's mind returned. What the hell was he doing? He stood fully exposed, near a stranger who had his weapon nearby. Willing to be cordial, Ethan took several steps to put distance between himself and the logger. Adjusting his jacket and clearing his voice, Ethan added "And what brings you out here? We're pretty far from well, anywhere."
Good Fortune: Learned at level 1 Every turn rotation you may roll against your SKILL stat. If the rolled number is under SKILL you gain back ten health points.
Strong Riposte: Learned at level 10 When attacking a unit that has already attacked this unit, this round, this unit deals an additional three damage.
Lunge: Learned at level 10 (Option 2) Swap spaces with an enemy after an attack.
Post by Oliander Magnusson on Feb 4, 2017 0:37:54 GMT
Just like the captain to make these youth filled adventurers gawk at his bizarre way of greeting people. The young man could be an enemy for all he knew, yet Oliander did not care. His knowing grin rest across the old man's face, one eye closed as he watched this young man stand up. This newcomer stood proper, having some form of cordial stance. Oliander would not have cared either way, but the attempt at a form of respect caused him to chuckle. Oh, the sailor was going to have fun with this one. Heck the blue haired man even took the comment about asking how someone's day was literal. "My day? Been great so far, thanks for askin'," the captain boomed again, posture easing up.
Yet, he could not judged this guy for keeping space between them. Both were strangers to the other, and nobody else was around for quite a distance. Unknown ships at sea were always a cause for concern. Granted, in this case the concern was for individuals rather than inorganic hunks of wood. Nobody would be around to find a dead body unless some unlucky sod happened to come this way. Oliander glanced around the immediate area for a moment. He needed to be sure this was not some expert trap designed to cause a ruckus. There were not many places for somebody to hide, and distractions were the best way to get somebody.
His attention returned to the blue haired man. They still had a conversation going. Rolling his shoulders, Oliander grunted, "Ain't doing too much out here other than having a nice camp for a few days. Figured tryin' something new would be a hell of a lot better than sitting in the woods with a decent sized lake to fish out of. Much as I enjoy meeting someone there's times I would rather keep to myself. Ports get too noisy and crowded." His forearm shifted onto the hilt of his axe, free hand jamming a thumb over to his set up, "Well if you're out here like me lad, feel free to sit down near my stuff there. Standin' around isn't gonna do us much good."
Without being overtly obvious, or turning his head, Ethan followed the stranger's eyes. What was he looking for? Maybe he assumed Ethan was some sort of brigand with allies hidden around. The wanderer sighed "No one's hiding." He said, hoping he wasn't mistaken "No one else is here."
He listened intently, however Ethan's hand sought his own sword. The act was deliberate and he hoped his point was clear enough. Ethan sought no trouble, but he was willing to defend himself and if man pushed it, Ethan would draw first.
"A man could respect that. Sometimes you just need to step back and breathe. However, a decent sized lake filled with fish sounds just as enjoyable. Ports?" Ethan asked "You are a fisherman then? Boat captain?" He seemed to calm, pulling his hand away from his sword and picking a suitable space to sit into the dirt."
Good Fortune: Learned at level 1 Every turn rotation you may roll against your SKILL stat. If the rolled number is under SKILL you gain back ten health points.
Strong Riposte: Learned at level 10 When attacking a unit that has already attacked this unit, this round, this unit deals an additional three damage.
Lunge: Learned at level 10 (Option 2) Swap spaces with an enemy after an attack.
Post by Oliander Magnusson on Feb 6, 2017 5:59:36 GMT
Oliander quirked a brow at the man's claim that nobody else was around. A suspicious response, but he could not justify shooing this one away into the wilderness. Both of them seemed on edge in at least some, small way, despite the sailor's proud and high volume boasts. Any sort of plan to ambush the other would have been enacted by this point. So far, nothing out of the thin air came to smite the old man into the ground. He has lived through unexpected storms, broken masts, and even a pirate invasion or two. Of course, for the latter the veteran sailor made certain his crew was primed for battle. Regardless the otherwise silent mountainside did not contain anything to warrant concern.
A satisfied nod came from the captain, watching his blue haired guest find himself a spot. The tensions died down, and the sailor returned to his log chopping duties. He wandered over to the fallen tree, sticking his axe into the ground once more. Oliander used both of his now free hands to bend down and start pulling the overgrown vegetable closer to his camp before returning for his axe. Yelling across the snow and dirt would do nothing more than destroy their vocal chords. At this point the man was not sure how mangled his own vocals became with all of the shouting he has done over the years. Grabbing his weapon now, he started off by chopping the branches in order to begin shaping actual logs.
With some time in between the inquiry as to the old man's occupation, he paused and looked over at Blue Hair. The old captain rested his forearm on his axe's hilt, having stuck the weapon near him sharp end down, chuckling, "Both, actually. Got a ship and crew of my own a way's from here. I might be the captain, but no way in hell am I gonna sit back and not do actual work. Been at the whole sailing business ever since my childhood. Learned from my parents and made sure I listened so I don't capsize suddenly." Oliander trailed off, moving into his personal thoughts. So many things had happened over the course of his life. Maybe some other form of excitement would be a grand invitation to something greater.
"Hmm, oh, what the hell kind of captain am I that I don't introduce myself? Name's Captain Oliander Magnusson! Though that might be a mouthful to say all the time. Hell I even let my crew refer to me by some kind of nickname," he continued, unleashing his signature, booming laughter. The man sighed, catching his breath, "But that's the short version of big old me. How about you? Gotta be some reason yer here cause I doubt you're on vacation yourself form the looks of it." As far as the old man knew, he was one of the few people who went camping to relax. Most would rather go to somewhere like Cyrkensia or a more refined place.
"Really now? Sea life sounds exciting. Never been out on the water personally, but I've been by enough docks and done my share of fishing." Ethan gave a deep nod of respect. "That's admirable of you. Most captains just sit back and let their men break their backs over everything. You know, I once knew a commander that would literally use men as footstools if they displeased him. We had guys practically begging for lashes instead of serving him outright."
Hateful remembrance filled Ethan's dull eyes. The flames in his gray irises died quickly as the wanderer shook the thought from his mind. Taking a lock of blue hair and sliding it behind his ear, he continued "I digress. My name is Ethan Leigh and so far it's been a pleasure to meet you Captain Magnusson. While there is something about nature that I love, particularly snow, I am out here for a reason. I'm seeking that rumored wolf-people tribe out here." Ethan hesitated for a moment and his hesitation was more than obvious.
He checked the area, looking for absolutely any sign of the captains allegiance. There wasn't enough to go off visibly, and his dress was strangely unique. Ethan could almost swear it had a hint of Hoshidan style. Biting the bullet, figuring if they fought the wolf-people would at least hear them, Ethan said "I come from the Ice Tribe, but they didn't send me. In fact, I wouldn't say that I'm a part of them anymore. You see Captain Magnusson, Nohr has made my life a living hell. They oppress my people. They threaten my life, and worst of all they expect me to die for their cause. I die for no man's cause. I'm seeking these wolf-people to see how the kingdom is treating them."
Ethan sighed, calming himself "I have no illusions of toppling an empire. I don't believe that I'm going to be some hero they right about in legends." With each word he said, a storm brewed in his eyes "But if I can inspire someone. If I can be there person that lights that fire. If I can be that person to break the first break.... If I could do that before dying... It would be enough.
Good Fortune: Learned at level 1 Every turn rotation you may roll against your SKILL stat. If the rolled number is under SKILL you gain back ten health points.
Strong Riposte: Learned at level 10 When attacking a unit that has already attacked this unit, this round, this unit deals an additional three damage.
Lunge: Learned at level 10 (Option 2) Swap spaces with an enemy after an attack.
Post by Oliander Magnusson on Feb 8, 2017 7:34:02 GMT
He listened to the blue haired man's story, interest rising with an uncensored gusto. Today's guest had an interesting tale for Oliander. In fact the complement on not being a tyrannical captain made him giddy, "Much appreciated lad! Some of those commander types probably haven't seen just how much hell can be found out at sea if they don't cooperate with their soldiers and crew. Hell the only time I would use my own men and women as footstools is if they misbehave. Uuuh, granted, I'm usually the one misbehaving." His laugh bellowed into the sky before he crouched down and tossed the branches into a semi neat pile.
At last a name was given. Ethan was a simple name to remember. With all of the diversity of people out there, the old man was sure he could remember a man with blue hair dressed like this one. Nature loving was a past time of his and this discovery settled him in Ethan's company. Perhaps even exchange notes on places they have been. Anything to give the captain more options later, and there was also the chance he could schedule a meet up to have a camping week with this one. Yet, the conversation took another swerve involving the residents of this mountainside. The sailor knew of the wolfskins in the area, but did not consider involving himself with them.
In the time between each other talking, he began to chop the now big log into a few smaller logs. The cold would remain at bay for so long. Both of them would appreciate having warmth as they sat around talking about each others' lives. However, a frown etched itself upon Oliander's face. Ethan declared himself an enemy of Nohr. The sailor was not about to interrupt into a rant of patriotism, as that would be rude. Despite everything good in his life he could not just deny some of the travesties going on in the world. Playing around with words proved to be crucial in this moment. Oliander was not about to lie.
"I see. Right now I'll be honest with ya lad. Ever since birth I declared myself a man of Nohr, and if push comes to shove I would fight by the country's side if need be. However," the man paused, delivering a final swing of his axe to the remains of his tree, "Do not mistake me for a man willing to strike you down for your beliefs on a whim. From what you've told me ya got a decent head on your shoulders." Giving his axe a rest, he put it to the side and sat himself down near Ethan. He waited a moment, then stared right into the blue haired man's eyes, "Believe me though when I say this. Don't you end up lying to me and flee like a coward irregardless of what you just told me."
Eyes narrowed, the wrinkles underneath contorting into a stern gaze. He allowed a moment, just to fill the mood, then unleashed his grin, "Cause then I would have to kick your ass for not committing to anything. GAHAHAHA!"
"How?i" Ethan questioned, stopping himself from jumping up. His voice slightly echoed through the canyon. "I get that you're probably out at sea a lot, but you HAVE to know what Nohr has done to people. This war? They started it! That doesn't mean nothing to you? Countless people are dying for some asshole's bullshit ideals! His people starve while he lives in some gigantic palace! HOW DOES THAT NOT PHASE YOU!"
Ethan paused, having jumped to his feet after all and working himself up, the wanderer was out of breath. He took a moment to clam, then continued "YOU seem like a sense-able person, like you have a good head on your shoulders. You claim to be a captain that will struggle alongside his men... How can you turn a blind eye to the problems of Nohr?"
They stalked slowly through the woods. The constant chopping caught their attention. Three brigands, weapons in hand, watched Ethan scream and stomp about. The big man seemed like he might be trouble, despite being old. The blue haired guy seemed like nothing more than some whiny person.
"Whats the call?" One of the brigands whispered. "Arrow to the old guy." Their leader said "Then we rush the blue haired dude while he stands surprised."
OOC: The brigands are still hiding and their voices can not be heard.
Good Fortune: Learned at level 1 Every turn rotation you may roll against your SKILL stat. If the rolled number is under SKILL you gain back ten health points.
Strong Riposte: Learned at level 10 When attacking a unit that has already attacked this unit, this round, this unit deals an additional three damage.
Lunge: Learned at level 10 (Option 2) Swap spaces with an enemy after an attack.
Post by Oliander Magnusson on Feb 9, 2017 5:24:43 GMT
Despite his gracious laugh and carefree smile, Ethan's outburst caused the old man to frown. The conversation had gone well, this far at least, but now the tension rose to heights that were better off placed inside some political meeting hall. Old eyes narrowed again, intent on processing a proper response to the blue haired man's cries. Raising the volume of his own voice was not the correct answer, but he would not be able to help being a loud man in general. His massive arms crossed over his chest. Part of him could not believe this man would just go at the sailor like that. Yes, Oliander would sit down and let somebody spill out their problems, but he was not able to help the odd feeling that his companion was liable to get hurt.
"Now I want you to tell me," he began, graveled voice reverting to a stern composure, "At what point have I said I approve of all the things some in Nohr have done?" Fingers rapped against his arm to allow his words to sink in. Isolated vacations such as these brought out his concerns, but never had he allowed true feelings to flow out as he spoke now. He was a stubborn old man who was not going to back down at any time, "I struggle alongside my crew, yes, but they are all my responsibility first and foremost. Out at sea does not mean we are not under the watchful eye of those who would spread rumors and lies to the government. Anything said can bite us in the ass, lad."
Oliander shook his head, an annoyed grunt rushing from his throat, "My love for Nohr extends to those unable to defend themselves, and those who are doing nothing more than trying to get by day to day. I'll have you know, I may be hesitant about Hoshido, but I am not a man who would deny someone passage on my ship who needs it desperately. Do not mistake me for someone who allows just anybody on MY ship. Even if someone is from Nohr, anybody who would dare raise their hand to another just for some petty factor is one dumped at the nearest port and not allowed back until -I- can confirm their attitude is fixed."
His chest expanded, allowing air to flow through his lungs. This guy was getting him more worked up than he thought. Oliander rolled his head, neck cracking to relieve some of the stress he placed on it today. "See here, lad. I apologize if I seem off putting, but my taking things in stride is why I have lived as I do now. Let me warn you now, going out and trying to revolt without a plan WILL get you killed, and right now I would rather people don't get offed. You can have your reasons for doing things, but letting anger and despair build up is cause for even the most strong willed to make a horrible mistake. Do I make myself clear," Oliander finished, watching the blue haired man's every move.
The old sailor refused to shift towards his axe. It was stuck in the ground for a reason, and it would remain there. Violence would not prove his point.
"I didn't claim you agreed with their ways." Ethan held a finger up, his gray eyes narrowed "Keep your words out of my mouth. I said you turned a blind eye. You ignore it and ignoring it only furthers their ideals. Ignoring them is helping their cause. And I don't really care how you treat Hoshidans. They can live in their sun swallowed 'paradise'. This isn't about picking sides. It's about claiming to love a country responsible for killing countless. My goal isn't to be killed over despair, it's to make the other fuckers die for it."
The arrow raced by, its trajectory inches off. Drilling passed Oliander, the projectile lodged itself into a nearby tree.
"What the hell?" Ethan said, turning around as he drew his sword. Two brigand's rushed in. Two flashes of bronze swiped at Ethan. Brigand one's attack on Ethan, chance of 97:dn1Obi2P1-100 Hit, no damage.
The second Bringand's blade followed, chance of 98: 1-100 Hit, critical. Damage dealt: 4 Ethan's new hp: 15
The first man's attack was dead on, but Ethan had been prepared. His iron swiped back, parrying the strike. He left himself open and the second brigand's sword landed hard. It sliced straight into Ethan. The wanderer cried out as the brigand pulled his sword back and kicked him to the ground. Ethan tumbled, landing on his back as his mind processed what had just happened. Nohr Soldiers? Was this a trip.
The man who fired the arrow remained hidden, readjusting himself in nearby brush. He would strike when he next had the chance.
Brigand one Level 2 HP 17 | STR 7 | MAG 0 | SKL 7 | SPD 6 | DEF 5 | RES 2 Rank E. Mt 4, Hit 100% Bronze sword
Brigand two Level 4 HP 20 | STR 10 | MAG 0 | SKL 6 | SPD 8 | DEF 9 | RES 4 Rank E. Mt 4, Hit 100% Bronze sword
Archer Level 1 HP 16 STR 3 MAG 1 SKL 4 SPD 8 DEF 2 RES 4 Rank E. Mt 6, Hit 90% Bronze bow
Good Fortune: Learned at level 1 Every turn rotation you may roll against your SKILL stat. If the rolled number is under SKILL you gain back ten health points.
Strong Riposte: Learned at level 10 When attacking a unit that has already attacked this unit, this round, this unit deals an additional three damage.
Lunge: Learned at level 10 (Option 2) Swap spaces with an enemy after an attack.
Post by Oliander Magnusson on Feb 9, 2017 23:13:14 GMT
"Then keep your words out of mine," the sailor retorted. No, he was not ignorant of what higher ups in Nohr did. Forming a rebellion against the system was not in the cards at the moment. Right now Ethan was one of the few people who could press the wrong buttons, and Oliander was not going to be called an assistant in the crimes of the scum. His lip curled into a snarl, but as his mouth opened to speak an arrow flew past him and into a tree. The captain became alert of his surroundings, but part of him still could not shake off that wretched feeling of this argument. Out of the blue came two brigands who took a swing a Ethan, one even landing a decent blow.
Oliander's fist pounded the ground, and he began to stand up. Priorities shifted towards defending themselves. "We," the old man grunted, his hands reaching to grip his axe's hilt, "Were having a conversation!" His muscled body turned, the axe trailing along as he rushed forward to strike at Brigand One.
8KGd81Np1-100 {Needs 75 to hit}
Brigand Number One was unable to determine the appropriate again for a block, getting struck by the mighty axe's power.
{Brigand One takes 4 damage after first strike halving.} {Brigand One HP: 13/17}
"Shut the hell up old man!" The arch yelled, revealing himself from behind a fallen tree. He sprung up, taking aim before firing at the large man once more.
Archer's attack on Oliander, chance of 88:AMTkphG91-100 Hit, damage dealt: 2 Oliander's new hp: 17
Ethan recovered from the enemy's strike. Teeth clenched, he struck back.
Ethan's attack on Brigand Two, chance of 92:1-100 Hit, no damage.
Oliander speed bid:1-6 1-6 Brigand one speed bid:1-6 1-6
Not willing to back off, Ethan flourished his sword and made another strike at the man in front of him
Ethan's attack on Brigand Two, chance of 92:1-100 Hit, damage dealt: 8 Brigand Two's new hp: 12
The archer wasn't going to let the big man get any closer or deal anymore damage. He aimed his bow and took another shot. Archer's attack on Oliander, chance of 88:1-100 Hit, damage dealth 4 Oliander's new hp: 13
The second brigand glared into Ethan's eyes. "You blue haired freak, die!"
Brigand Two's attack on Ethan, chance of 98:1-100
Hit, damage dealt: 4 Ethan's new hp: 11
He sliced across Ethan's face, trying to leave the wanderer with a second scar.
Afraid of the lumbering giant that just hit him, the man knew he couldn't escape this without having to kill him. He rushed straight in with his sword.
Brigand one's attack on Oliander, no chance of failure:1-100 Hit, damage dealt: 6 Oliander's new hp:111-100·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-100·1-100·1-100·1-100
Good Fortune: Learned at level 1 Every turn rotation you may roll against your SKILL stat. If the rolled number is under SKILL you gain back ten health points.
Strong Riposte: Learned at level 10 When attacking a unit that has already attacked this unit, this round, this unit deals an additional three damage.
Lunge: Learned at level 10 (Option 2) Swap spaces with an enemy after an attack.
Post by Oliander Magnusson on Feb 10, 2017 1:58:01 GMT
Another arrow soared through the air, this time grazing the musclebound sailor's body. He could feel that scratch, and it proved just how much of a threat these brigands were. "Coward," Oliander barked, unable to do much about the brigand swinging back in retaliation. The sword sliced across his chest, leaving a good wound on him. He was lucky enough that the blow did not hit any vitals, and the brigand was unfortunate that it ticked off the old man further. Swinging his body around, axe at the ready, Oliander positioned himself to do a pincer attack with Ethan, "Ethan! Let us end this bastard quickly!"
He goes in for a swing on Brigand One again.
3LMsqj2o1-100 {Need 75 to hit}
Although the first, slight parry avoided a good chunk of damage, the brigand gasped as the axe's strike took a chunk of the poor bastard.
{Brigand One HP: 4/17}
"YOU LADS BETTER REGRET ASSAULTING A PAIR IN A WISE DEBATE! RIGHT ETHAN," he called out, pleased with the damage he caused.
{Oliander requests Offensive Support on Brigand One, which can take him down on impact.}
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