Eisenhorn

Star Wars: Rebellions Rise

Was kind of waiting for pyroman to post, frankly.

Fire Emblem: Binding Light

Well, I was already bringing in good ol' Jerod and Niya, or I would consider making a manakate or some such nonesense. And fangirl away, @Amaterasu, no one will stop you now.

Fire Emblem: Binding Light

I keep marrying male Robin off to Tiki >_>

I haven't decided on my preferred female Robin husband, frankly, don't play female that often, only one time (Next run will be a femRobin, so need to figure it out again)

Fire Emblem: Binding Light

Donnel is most excellent, but never underestimate a broken male Morgan (Galeforce inherited is pretty sweet, bare minimum, and if our good Donnel is the father, even better).

Fire Emblem: Binding Light

Niya was overseeing the chaotic close quarters battle, witnessing the champion become injured as he turned and incinerated the offender's skull. The healer sighed quietly to herself, seeing the damage that the champion had suffered, and also saw the fact that the soldiers defending the young man had fallen and she urged her horse forward, moving close enough to the young man to prepare her staff and cast another healing spell, with the intent of reducing the damage as best she could. She would tend to the two soldiers with pinned feet as soon as possible, but priorities had to be made and the young man's injury was far more severe than the punctured feet of the other two soldiers. The one who took the axe blow, she could not assume whether he was dead or alive right now, but either way, another healer would prove most useful at this particular moment. She could only do so much. "The archer flees, sacrificing his men to escape."

The soldiers that failed to attack the axe wielder that was not having their skull cooked did do one key thing. They left Jerod an opening to carry his battle momentum forward, blade flashing as he locked against the axe of the fighter he was squaring off with. Unlike the others, element of surprise was not in his favor nor was the man nearly as unskilled, so they traded blows and Jerod barely avoided a vicious sidewards swing, leaving more permanent damage on his scale armor as several scales were sent flying from the strong blow. However, this left an opening for Jerod to strike out to leave a gash across the man's torso, ripping through what armor was there with the blow, but did not fell the man. However, he was driving him back and created a clean opening for the lad champion, or anyone else who intended to aid the lad, to head after the archer or consolidate the position.

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

i'm genuinely interested in whether or not those reinforcements will show up

i fear we're being dropped in with any rope cut xD

@Rithy

Well, worse comes to worse, we improvise. And indulge in copious amounts of gratuitous violence as needed.

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

The plan to head in as their own group of four, with reinforcements being the follow on group made sense. It could be likened to waves of boarding parties, hopefully minus the typically high casualties of a boarding action. Smiles volunteered to lead the way, and he could conceed how that would be a solid plan, a good one even. But he fully intended to be right up there as well, his time with the Imperial Navy had more than equipped him to lead teams into potential ambushes and assaults. Granted, these typically had been in far graver circumstances, such as malicious gravity and poisonous atmosphere, but that did not dull the situation any further. He still had not discounted the danger Smiles had spoke about, any mention of chaos or warp trickery would leave the Armsman on edge until it was well and truly put down. Her mention of probably on their feet got an amused smirk and a brief aside to the psyker. "No hard feelings Smiles, intact but dropped a bit beats shot to pieces on the ground." With that he laid out a brief plan of entry, catching up to take point with the group.

"Smiles and I on point then. Watchman, Boss, you two can bring up the rear. Long as the plan sounds reasonable to you lot." As they headed up the gallery steps, Ben made a deadpan comment towards his own entry into the area, coupled with a nickname in return. The armsman snorted in amusement, seems two played that kind of game then. Good, that would make things just a bit easier to work with then, but he did give a response to the Armageddon vet as he also ascended the gallery steps. "Well played Watchman, though Rainman implies a downpour of some sort, vice one person. Perhaps Dropper, eh?"

Fire Emblem: Binding Light

I have not honestly decided when or how to promote my two characters yet, I'll play it by ear for now, I reckon.

Fire Emblem: Binding Light

Not quite, Niya could very well end up a Valkyrie and use light magic natively. But they will be a minority regardless.

Fire Emblem: Binding Light

Niya saw friendly lancers run forward, and one become injured by the enemy fighter by the sword. She urged her horse forward, riding alongside the wounded soldier and the man holding him, raising her staff over the wounded man as she muttered an incantation to empower the staff, sealing the wounds of the soldier that had been injured in their arrival and their cries to defend the champion. Save the vulnerary for a situation where no healer was present, and Niya found that she was in a position to indeed aid the wounded man so she had done so with not a moments thought to her own safety. She looked down at the mended soldier and his friend and spoke briefly, directing them in a simple manner. "Your wounds are closed, follow your Champion!"

Jerod snorted, flicking the blood clean off his blade as the dead thief laid at his feet. The man was not expecting such an assault and was dead and gone. Of course, the so called Champion offered good pay, and more afterwords, should they aid him in clearing out the fighters. The man had nothing coming in, pay wise, for the foreseeable future so he would not turn down the chance to work. With a glance at the other mercenary who ran up, he looked back to the fighters and, before he charged the nearest fighter he made a comment towards the Champion and the other fighter. "Aye lad, I'll help ye in this mess o' yours. Feel free to follow along, mate, yer welcome to those I ain' guttin." With that, Jerod engaged the closest of the fighters with his blade, his sword and experience more than readily able to handle the man and his axe, narrowly avoiding a blow as sparks were raised from his scale armor as the axe blade narrowly missed, only to have a counterstroke take the man's head from his body. Jerod stood over the corpse, ready for the next problem to come his way.