@vancexentan his pelt is just a regular bear's pelt and is more of a cape than anything regardless; if it offered any kind of protection it would have been included in his sheet. You can make a minor edit to say the arrow hit him directly and pierced his skin if you want, but it's not a big deal.
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@vancexentan Berserker isn't wearing armour for what it's worth, just a bear pelt cloak covering his back.
Was Archer's shot less than A rank strength? You don't have to reveal the exact rank but if it's lower than A then any subsequent shot from Archer would be weaker; that applies to anything Berserker of Red does as well.
Was Archer's shot less than A rank strength? You don't have to reveal the exact rank but if it's lower than A then any subsequent shot from Archer would be weaker; that applies to anything Berserker of Red does as well.
In trying to tune out the rambling and ranting of the Saber-class Servant, Thomas almost missed the cue from his ally to begin the assault. Nodding to the doctor the older Magus turned away from the pair towards where his Servant waited, the brute standing apart from the rest of the group to give him the room he would need to launch his assault.
The plan of attack was simple enough; Berserker would charge into the enemy forest, destroy everything in his path while attracting as much attention as possible. The aim was to disrupt more than anything else, to force the Grey’s to pay attention to their part of the assault and draw their focus away from other areas so that the other teams would have less opposition to deal with; Berserker was the Servant with the best chance of surviving such a plan and Saber could add her considerable power to the mix if need be while the good doctor would hopefully keep them all alive.
Such brute tactics were a far cry from Thomas’ usual dealing, but after decades of political manoeuvrings within the Order, of carefully concealing barbs within words, maintaining and tracking allegiances and of keeping his back free of knives, it would be nice to throw his weight around for once.
Raising his staff Thomas pointed the Mystic Code towards the heart of the hidden forest. “Go Berserker! Throw yourself to the wolves and rage to your heart’s content! Destroy everything in your path!”
The Servant wasted no time in following the command, as if he had been waiting for this moment his entire life, and launched himself forward. The Berserker leapt towards the forest, dirt and turf spraying his Master’s clothing as he kicked off from his starting position, and leapt again when he touched the ground. After two more leaps he found himself already at the treeline, Berserker diving headfirst past the border between forest and open ground and disappearing from sight.
Thomas closed his eyes and connected his vision to that of his Servant’s, instantly being greeting by the nauseating sight of branches and foliage and underbrush flying past at dizzying speeds. His warrior was moving quickly through the Grey’s vaunted forest, deeper into enemy territory with every reckless step; it was only a matter of time before someone noticed if they hadn’t already.
“Now we wait, I suppose.” Thomas stared into the distance with a contended smile on his face, staff held before him and both hands resting on top. “What do you suggest we should do to pass the time?”
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The plan of attack was simple enough; Berserker would charge into the enemy forest, destroy everything in his path while attracting as much attention as possible. The aim was to disrupt more than anything else, to force the Grey’s to pay attention to their part of the assault and draw their focus away from other areas so that the other teams would have less opposition to deal with; Berserker was the Servant with the best chance of surviving such a plan and Saber could add her considerable power to the mix if need be while the good doctor would hopefully keep them all alive.
Such brute tactics were a far cry from Thomas’ usual dealing, but after decades of political manoeuvrings within the Order, of carefully concealing barbs within words, maintaining and tracking allegiances and of keeping his back free of knives, it would be nice to throw his weight around for once.
Raising his staff Thomas pointed the Mystic Code towards the heart of the hidden forest. “Go Berserker! Throw yourself to the wolves and rage to your heart’s content! Destroy everything in your path!”
The Servant wasted no time in following the command, as if he had been waiting for this moment his entire life, and launched himself forward. The Berserker leapt towards the forest, dirt and turf spraying his Master’s clothing as he kicked off from his starting position, and leapt again when he touched the ground. After two more leaps he found himself already at the treeline, Berserker diving headfirst past the border between forest and open ground and disappearing from sight.
Thomas closed his eyes and connected his vision to that of his Servant’s, instantly being greeting by the nauseating sight of branches and foliage and underbrush flying past at dizzying speeds. His warrior was moving quickly through the Grey’s vaunted forest, deeper into enemy territory with every reckless step; it was only a matter of time before someone noticed if they hadn’t already.
“Now we wait, I suppose.” Thomas stared into the distance with a contended smile on his face, staff held before him and both hands resting on top. “What do you suggest we should do to pass the time?”
@ManyThings@Reflection
Sorry, I'll get a post up tomorrow. I've been thinking how to approach this assault.
Oberon was concerned as he saw the Slime roll over Digbie, the Goblin likely unaware of the enemies approach as he was focused on meditating, but luckily it looked like the malleable nature of the Slime’s body protected him from being crushed entirely. His Mana Slice and Ash’s poisonous attacks struck the Slime’s mass, neither having much effect but the former at least managing to draw the Slime’s attention along with his shouts.
Trying to attract the monsters attention may not have been the smartest idea however, as the Slime lashed out at him with a long pseudopod; the attack was well telegraphed, the appendage being used having to grow from the Slime’s body before it could be used to strike, but it moved with surprising speed aided by the Slime’s rotation as it continued to rush towards him. Oberon flew to the side, barely dodging the attack due to his small size and aerial manoeuvrability, feeling the air disturbed by its passing buffet him.
A little dazed by the near miss, the Sprite shook his head before rising higher above the Slime, hoping to make it a little more difficult for those pseudopods to reach him if not impossible. Looking for the others and finding only ash and the still stunned Digbie before him he called out what he had learned from his analysis before going back on the attack. “It’s weak to magic, fire especially! It’s too tough to damage normally.”
Putting his own advice to use, he formed a Fireball in his hand and flung it down at the Giant Slime. Other spells could have been as effective, any element other than Earth or Wind would work, but fire was the only element that he was sure almost everyone in the party had access to due to their training the previous night.
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Trying to attract the monsters attention may not have been the smartest idea however, as the Slime lashed out at him with a long pseudopod; the attack was well telegraphed, the appendage being used having to grow from the Slime’s body before it could be used to strike, but it moved with surprising speed aided by the Slime’s rotation as it continued to rush towards him. Oberon flew to the side, barely dodging the attack due to his small size and aerial manoeuvrability, feeling the air disturbed by its passing buffet him.
A little dazed by the near miss, the Sprite shook his head before rising higher above the Slime, hoping to make it a little more difficult for those pseudopods to reach him if not impossible. Looking for the others and finding only ash and the still stunned Digbie before him he called out what he had learned from his analysis before going back on the attack. “It’s weak to magic, fire especially! It’s too tough to damage normally.”
Putting his own advice to use, he formed a Fireball in his hand and flung it down at the Giant Slime. Other spells could have been as effective, any element other than Earth or Wind would work, but fire was the only element that he was sure almost everyone in the party had access to due to their training the previous night.
@Zeroth@Gardevoiran@Rune_Alchemist@Old Amsterdam
@Reflection
I'd like to roll the gatcha please since it looks like somebodies taking my boy Diomedes.
I'd like to roll the gatcha please since it looks like somebodies taking my boy Diomedes.
“She’s certainly spirited. I’m sure she’ll be quite a handful for the Grey’s to deal with when the time comes.” Thomas approaching Vladimir, joining the conversation as their party stood outside of the church, minus those who had already left of course. Turning towards the errant Saber’s master the older Magus raised a hand and gestures after the Servant’s retreating form with his cane. “Perhaps you should go save the poor Father from his fate?”
Chuckling to himself Thomas walked into the church, carrying or pulling his luggage behind him; he’d had to leave England in a bit of a hurry and as such was not able to bring as much as he would normally have liked, a single suitcase and one small satchel, but he had made sure to bring all of the accoutrements of his craft from his workshop back home. Anything else could be purchased as necessary.
The flight over had been uneventful and was both mercifully short and over far too soon; he did not need to spend the time becoming acquainted with his Servant like some of the others, what use was it trying to understand the mind of a Berserker after all, and had instead whiled the hours away with his carving. He had managed to produce three small statuettes over the course of the flight, fewer than he would have hoped, from blocks of wax he liked to keep on hand for just such a purpose; the figures now resided in the satchel he carried at his side.
Perhaps Mr King would admonish him for leaving wax shavings all over the floor of his fancy private plane once he found out about it, not that it would bother Thomas in the slightest.
“I’ll have to see these rooms you’ve prepared for us before I make a decision about where to setup. It may be wiser to spread ourselves out regardless; there might be power in numbers but there’s no reason to make ourselves a convenient target for the Grey’s either.”
@Reflection@vancexentan@ManyThings
Chuckling to himself Thomas walked into the church, carrying or pulling his luggage behind him; he’d had to leave England in a bit of a hurry and as such was not able to bring as much as he would normally have liked, a single suitcase and one small satchel, but he had made sure to bring all of the accoutrements of his craft from his workshop back home. Anything else could be purchased as necessary.
The flight over had been uneventful and was both mercifully short and over far too soon; he did not need to spend the time becoming acquainted with his Servant like some of the others, what use was it trying to understand the mind of a Berserker after all, and had instead whiled the hours away with his carving. He had managed to produce three small statuettes over the course of the flight, fewer than he would have hoped, from blocks of wax he liked to keep on hand for just such a purpose; the figures now resided in the satchel he carried at his side.
Perhaps Mr King would admonish him for leaving wax shavings all over the floor of his fancy private plane once he found out about it, not that it would bother Thomas in the slightest.
“I’ll have to see these rooms you’ve prepared for us before I make a decision about where to setup. It may be wiser to spread ourselves out regardless; there might be power in numbers but there’s no reason to make ourselves a convenient target for the Grey’s either.”
@Reflection@vancexentan@ManyThings
After leaving the camp Oberon had been able to find the others simply enough, all of them in fact, looking a little worse for wear but otherwise unhurt and in one piece. Their reunion was interrupted however as a rather large orange Slime crested a rise and began to roll towards them; it took a moment for the sight to register, so unexpected was it in his mind to see a Slime outside of the setting of a cave that he couldn’t quite process it at first. When Digbie called out it snapped him out of his reverie and he took to the air again to prepare for combat.
It was larger than any he had seen back in the cave, which either meant it was stronger than any of the Slimes he had seen so far or it was a different kind of slime entirely; he used Monster and Magic Analysis on it to determine which of the two it was, then used Magic Analysis again to learn about its elemental weaknesses.
Ash attacked first, calling out something about not letting it touch her stuff before firing off a glob of something at the slime and dodging out of its way. “Your stuff?” Looking towards the area Ash seemed to be guarding, Oberon saw a collection of various parts and pieces of what might once have been one of the Rubber Frogs native to the area, at least judging by the long tongue and skin he could see with his Keen Sight.
Turning back to the Giant Slime, the Sprite considered how best to fight the creature. Blunt attacks likely wouldn’t work, since he didn’t expect surface level damage to do much to something like this; they would need to pierce its membrane to do any serious damage. However narrow, piercing attacks like his Mana Dart probably wouldn’t work either; any hole they made would heal too quickly and this thing didn’t exactly have internal organs that could be damaged.
Making his decision, Oberon flew off to the side, away from the others, and began to call and wave his arms to get the Slime’s attention. Whether or not it worked he would prepare and fire a Mana Slice at the creature, firing it directly at the Slime’s centre with the intention of slicing it open with the wide crescent blade of magic.
@Rune_Alchemist@Gardevoiran@Zeroth@Old Amsterdam
It was larger than any he had seen back in the cave, which either meant it was stronger than any of the Slimes he had seen so far or it was a different kind of slime entirely; he used Monster and Magic Analysis on it to determine which of the two it was, then used Magic Analysis again to learn about its elemental weaknesses.
Ash attacked first, calling out something about not letting it touch her stuff before firing off a glob of something at the slime and dodging out of its way. “Your stuff?” Looking towards the area Ash seemed to be guarding, Oberon saw a collection of various parts and pieces of what might once have been one of the Rubber Frogs native to the area, at least judging by the long tongue and skin he could see with his Keen Sight.
Turning back to the Giant Slime, the Sprite considered how best to fight the creature. Blunt attacks likely wouldn’t work, since he didn’t expect surface level damage to do much to something like this; they would need to pierce its membrane to do any serious damage. However narrow, piercing attacks like his Mana Dart probably wouldn’t work either; any hole they made would heal too quickly and this thing didn’t exactly have internal organs that could be damaged.
Making his decision, Oberon flew off to the side, away from the others, and began to call and wave his arms to get the Slime’s attention. Whether or not it worked he would prepare and fire a Mana Slice at the creature, firing it directly at the Slime’s centre with the intention of slicing it open with the wide crescent blade of magic.
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