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Children of Ivalice

@Lugia Before Robet even finished his shout, several people atop the wall turned their attention to whatever it was they were doing to the Nu Muo. As they saw the mage loose a spell, their eyes followed his indication to the crest of the hill.

Robert: LCK of 11

Modifiers: 

Long distance (-5)
New Recruit (-2)
Common Enemy (+10)
Near alarm (+5)

Assitance: 

None

Results

Target: 15

Actual: 19

Success!

	"Undead in the field!" A second voice confirmed, ringing out a distance away from the mage's position. All at once, several: bows, Rod, Staves, and flintlock pistols came to bear. Out the corner of his eyes, the Mage would be able to see the summoner from earlier, his cloak billowing wildly behind him in his stride.

	"How many?" The human spoke plainly to a Bangaa nearby.

	"Just the one sir!" The scaled man replied, his hand tightly gripping a knocked arrow on his bow.

	"There's never just one... Round up the vanguard! I want a wall in front of the gate. And get Vernire out here!" The one known as Summoner yelled out to someone unseen, turning his attention to Robert as he produced a staff from beneath his attire, "Good eyes, mage. Stay focused, and we'll get out of this yes

Sprining into action and alerting the guards about him, Robert can't help but feel his actions would give them a better chance to prepare for what is to come.

Robert gains 15 Character XP

@EvanistHaving taken up the task to assist with the wounded of the stables, Erion makes his way to the market. Though unfamiliar with the way trading has changed since the assault of the Beast, Erion attempts to haggle down the prices of some potions he finds in market-

Erion: LCK of 8

Modifiers:

Changes in market (-5)
Limited Supply (-5)
Deception (+3)
Bulk Sale (+3)
Competition (+2)

Assistance:

None

Results

Target: 10

Actual: 6

Failure...

	but the shopkeep remains steadfast.

	"I sell these goods for what their worth... If another shop keep can afford to sell them cheaper, I suggest you try them. Potions are a precious commodity since the attacks, and I can't part with them for less." At this point, the shop keep begins shouting out towards the nearby road, attempting to draw more trafic as he disregards the moogle. Still wanting to help the beasts in the stables, Erion manages to buy the two potions requested to fulfill his task. As he returns to the stables, Ryan is sprinting back and forth, assisting a sudden influx of people man and mount their beasts as they begin mobilizing.

	"There you are!" Ryan remarks, spotting the moogle as he strides over. With no questions asked, he takes the potions and motions for the moogle to follow, "They've spotted enemies outside the gates! Get out there!" It wouldn't take long for them to reach a particular stall, Erion's bird Boco trilling from excitement inside as it noticed it's rider.

Despite his failure to achieve greater results, Erion can't help but feel any small act will assist in the oncoming battle and aid the poor orphaned beasts.

Erion gains 10 Character XP, Erion gains 5 Job XP

Shepards of Ylisse

@Eklispe"What a pity. Well, the offer st-" Before the elderly man could reply, the call from the wall rang out, causing everyone around to instantly snap their heads to the wall. As the unarmed civilians began to muster their way away from the walls, the guards of the city and the newly arrived Shepards, began to funnel outside of the gate they just recently entered. As Arus began to round his own mount towards the entrance, Holliander pulled up beside him, their steeds galloping onwards.

	All at once, the attitude of the elderly man changed, his eyes focused on what was before him- failing to even acknowledge the one of who he just spoke to so pleasantly. As they exited the city, Holliander would pull back his steed. As Arus began charging towards the hill, he couldn't help but see the other warriors forming a defensive line before the gate. The familiar voice of the old man would ring out a distance behind the myrmidon, "Don't over extend!"

Feeling compelled to act in the best interest of the people, Arus can't help but feel his bravery is needed here.

Arus gains 15 Character XP

@CyraniaAs the Taguel began rushing to the developing scene, she couldn't help but see the myrmidon from earlier speeding off towards the hill they had traveled over earlier- though the rest of the warriors and calvary had formed a defensive line before the city. As the forefront, she would see a well armored man atop a feathered beast -that seemed to be all around- curing before turning to the men behind him.

	"Infantry! Spears, pikes, and lances to the front! I want everyone else to form ranks behind the spearwall and assist when the enemy collapses! Mounted units to the flanks!" The man pulled back on the reins of his beast as it squawked loudly, seeming to be anxious at the conspiring events.

	"But there's only one, sir!" An unknown voice called out from the crowed mass.

	"Have you ever known them to be alone?" All at once, the idle murmuring began, "Look, new-comers. You are not mine to command, but they will take your lives as quickly as they'll take my men's. Even if you fight for yourself, you'll be doing us a favor, but don't forsake your fellow man."

	"I don't think that will be a problem," A distinctly familiar voice called out behind the Taguel. Should she look behind her, the familiar figure of Grand Strategist Robin could be seen upon his horse, pulling to a halt just short of the assembling legion, "Follow his orders for now. I'll issue commands should we need to adapt a new defense." And with that, the chatter would be silenced, the warrior from Ylisse falling into position alongside those from Ivalice. An eerie silence fell over the field; the thrill and horror of battle slowly settling over the crowd.

Strengthed by those around here, Jo-Anne can't help but feel empowered by the unity of the two nations

Jo-Anne gains 15 Character XP

Unknown

@Crimson RavenAs the armored man rushed his assailant, he could hear the girl scream as another arrow landed not far from her. Though she had prepared herself to argue, she merely shouted "Ok" before sprint off over the hill. Suddenly, her voice could be heard shouting, "Undead! Undead over the hill! Help us!"

	Though the thought of who she might be yelling for crossed his mind, the warrior stepped forward to begin his strikes- the subtle sound of hoof beats barely audible over the mass of marching foots prints thudding loudly behind him from the encroaching horde.

Gabranth vs Risen A
Gabranth strikes at Risen A x3

17 ATK + 2 LCK (half of value) + GM Roll(d6) vs 10 DEF + 1 LCK (Half of Luck) + GM Roll(d6)
First Attack: Gabranth lands strike (22 ATK vs 16 DEF) dealing 6 damage to Risen A. (HP=?)
Second Attack: Gabranth lands strike (21 ATK vs 12 DEF) dealing 9 damage to Risen A. (HP=?)
Third Attack: Gabranth lands strike (22 ATK vs 14 DEF) dealing 8 damage to Risen A. (HP=?)

Risen A falls to the ground. Dead.

Gabranth gains 15 Character xp , Gabranth gains 5 Job xp

Risen A is no longer a valid target. Robert's Fire spells automatically miss. Robert gains +2 speed next round.

As the singular Risen falls down, a well armored man stands above the fallen corpse with his blades drawn. Though a slight ease settles over the company, it is quickly dissolved as a horde of Risen crests the hilltop, closely following the newly apparent man and the shouting woman.

	As the beast clamped down on the warriors arm, Jorn couldn't help but yell in anguish. Though it wasn't the first time he had sustained such a wound, the savage tearing and shaking of the beast's jaw was more then enough to overwhelm his senses. Slamming his fist in vain against the muzzle of the wolf, Jorn suddenly felt like this was going to be the end of him. It was then that the familiar sound of metal on flesh rang out; the beast that once assailed him falling limp to the side of his form in the snow. It was then that Jorn caught a glimpse of the mounted knight and his charge, struggling to get onto his feet as his blood dripped from his finger tips and onto the snow below- staining the fresh powder kicked up from the man's steed. Though the chill of the snow had chilled the rest of his body, Jorn quickly realized the feeling in his left hand had all but escaped him...

	Despite his ally's best attempt, the feeling of dread would not escape the wounded man, gripping his sword tightly in his off hand as his gaze turned back to the approaching wolves. "Angriff!" Jorn's voice echoing out over the frozen landscape, doing what he could to keep his figure loose and prepared for the oncoming assault, "Get inside!" If this was to be it for the man, so be it... He would not have a child- nor a brother in arms die over an already handicapped warrior. Slowy edging back in the snow, Jorn fought the urge to run, tightening the grip on his blade, "Come on... The Fair Lady is ready to see us home," locking eyes on the encroaching beasts. If one should approach, Jorn would attempt to kick snow in their face and step back, all the while taking duelist thrusts to keep them at bay/pierce their skulls.

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